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jksangelic · 5 years

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defanged (m)

↳ rating: M

↳ genre: smut, fluff, werewolf!au, a/b/o au, pwp

↳ pairing: mates werewolf!reader x werewolf/alpha!hoseok

↳ warnings: explicit sexual content, dom themes, breathplay, knotting, rough play, impregnation kink, overall general ”werewolf” smut themes, personality change, probably an uncomfortable amount of squishy mate talk

↳ summary: hoseok is an easy mate—as such that there are moments you question if he’s just human. so when his sudden spike of aggression emerges, you do your best to keep this unknown man at bay. or, alternatively: young alpha hoseok has started teething and he’s being a bratty puppy about it.

↳ note: ok so if you were with me a few months ago you would know that this is actually a collab fic with a couple other writers but life happens and here we are now *cowboy emoji*. this is really important to me bc they’re such *clench fist* great people and i’m happy i received such an opportunity to collab with them (’: pls make sure to rb/like/visit our collab masterlist if you want to be in-the-know of when they post their parts!

also i wanted to play around with the humorous sides of what werewolves might go thru (-: so, like, short attention spans and hating loud noises and typical big dog stuff. with the teething, just imagine that their growth stages are prolonged because they’re, idk, maybe immortal or something lol

(i…… i’m not used to writing fantasy can u tell)

((gif isn’t mine + his side profile ;-;))

↳ words: 9k+

You could hear every miniscule thread snap and unwind from themselves, a simple task such as painting your nails becoming less relaxing than it should be.

“Hobi,” you mumble once. You swipe down your thumb again, carmine red smoothing over brightly and with utmost delicacy. He doesn’t listen, another squeaking grind of his teeth against the material of his sweatshirt followed by a snapsnap.

“Hobi,” you say a little louder, flinching from annoyance and staining your cuticle with the polish. You curse your discontents, waiting for him to look at you but only meeting a turned neck and eyes still glued to his phone, an I’m listening portrayed by his demeanor but not really meaning it.

He chews hard on the neckline, a solid rip completely tearing several inches down his chest, eyes widening and attention finally caught when his chest is exposed hilariously.

“Hoseok!” you yell, slamming the closed bottle onto the coffee table and meeting his startled eyes, “I just bought that for you!”

He hopes to play it off and shrugs as you swipe it from his teeth, untwined fibers poking out sadly. You smooth your thumbs over the poor fabric, the third victim of his recent gnashing problem.

“Why do you keep doing this?” you ask sadly, a little more bummed about the beautiful sweatshirt than you should be.

He responds simply, “My gums itch.”

You roll your eyes at his childlike excuse, the full-sized man sitting cross-legged and distractedly in his corner of the couch with his phone paused on some game with horrendously annoying music. Was he really your alpha?

“Why don’t you do us some good and go hunting.” You offer, a lame excuse to get Hoseok out of your hair for a bit. It’s what you deserve. He rolls over with a harrumph, shoulder now bare from the growing tear in his clothing. It made you giggle slightly.

“I’m in pain and you’re laughing at me,” he deadpans, body static-still and stubborn more than ever.

Your breath fans his skin as you slither next to him, “I’m sorry, baby. Are you really hurting? Why don’t you go to the dentist?”

Hoseok pouts, taptaptapping away at his screen instead of looking at you, “I don’t want to go to the dentist. They just itch.” Even now, he licks over the burning sensation of his gums, clenching and grinding his teeth to ease the feeling in any way. You can hear the collisions of his canines, your own tingling uncomfortably from the sound.

You shake your head. “Maybe you’re teething,” you suggest in all seriousness. It wasn’t impossible; your kind’s lifespan certainly placing such life stages at seemingly unusual times. In any case, it would simply mean his canines were most likely growing longer and stronger.

He scoffs as if you’ve insulted him, “I’m well over my teething days, Y/N. They just itc—"

“Say that one more time and I’ll neuter you,” you huff. When he lacks a kinder response, you push yourself off the couch to tidy your bedroom instead. He clearly wasn’t in the mood to have a serious conversation with you at the moment, and despite its rarity, you could use your space.

Your mate was in no way irritable; in fact, Hoseok was one of the sunniest alpha’s you’ve ever encountered. His kindness differentiated him from others, bearing his mark (and one day, hopefully, his pups) certainly deeming you quite lucky. He was a soft lover above all, never making you feel as a subordinate or anything of the like.

Perhaps it’s why you two were clashing heads recently, his personality completely contradictory from his true self. Never does he ignore you, let alone snap at you.

Folding your clothes (and purposefully leaving his items in a pile on his side of the bed in spite), you exhale heavily and leave for the living room once again, disregarding your now smeared manicure.

Hoseok beams at the shoe aisle, producing more light than whatever was already lit in the store. Due to his “issue”, stopping by the mall was a given. Two more of his shirts and even one of your necklaces mangled and chewed up like he was the Tasmanian Devil.

Petting his hair fondly, you give him a nuzzle to his cheek, “I’ll be in the next store over, puppy. Come meet me when you’re done.” He nods happily, wide-frame glasses bobbing atop his pretty nose.

You beeline for the department store in hopes of purchasing a few extra things for yourself before Hoseok sniffs you out. It’s immediate heaven when you sift through the dresses, picking a few out and dangling them happily on your fingers before bouncing from rack to rack. By the time you reach the dressing rooms, your arm aches from the pile you’ve accumulated.

“Hey there, you can go ahead and take that first stall right there,” a man directs, tall and intimidating and rather fucking handsome, you think. “My name’s Jaebum. Let me know if you need anything and I’ll go grab it for you.”

You bat your lashes and mouth a Thanks before waltzing into your room, appreciating his kindness perhaps a little too much. Despite your complex and absolute relationship status, it didn’t hurt to peek at what’s on display. It was only right!

You try on more than what you even remembered picking out, velvets and satins and the softest of cottons all hugging you warmly with every piece, a bittersweet happiness when everything seemed to fit you perfectly. The last dress, though, is your only hiccup. Material skin-tight and ending just a little above your ankles; you harrumph. Almost a perfect streak.

Dress still on (at least it zipped), you peek through the door and spot handsome Bum at the front. “Psst, um, do you mind getting me a couple more sizes in this? I think it was near the wall to the right.”

He grins and nods, almost grateful of the fact that you asked him to do so. Why was he even in this section? Should it concern you?

You watch as he leaves, back muscles showcased quite lavishly in his pristinely pressed suit.

Should it be more concerning that it didn’t?

You take a moment to look at the dress once more, smoothing over the velvet that bunched snugly at your waist and checking out your own ass. The fabric might rip if you sneeze too hard but you look pretty damn splendid.

“Found a few more and got you another color as well,” Jaebum says upon return. You almost snap your neck away from the mirror, hoping he didn’t see you ogling your bum. What a speedy fellow.

You politely open the door wider and reach for the hangers, “Thank you, I appreciate it.”

Jaebum doesn’t fully hand it to you though, briefly but noticeably skimming over your body, “I think that size is cute on you too. You have a really beautiful figure.”

Maybe it should concern you. You chuckle awkwardly and look elsewhere. Please just give me my dresses, you almost say, now self-conscious in your skin.

“It’s even better when she’s naked. I would know,” Hoseok near growls, appearing out of thin air. He swipes the hangers from behind Jaebum, who is surprised beyond all comprehension of the word, and pushes you back into the room. You’ve never seen him look so enraged, face serious and twitching as if he would shift at any given moment.

“Th-There aren’t allowed to be more than one person in a—,” Jaebum nervously starts from the other side before the door is slammed on his nose.

You didn’t even see Jaebum’s reaction, nor do you ponder it when Hoseok drops your beautiful dresses and thrusts your back against the mirror with his hand to your neck, deliberately making you yelp loud enough for others to hear. You recoil as he bares his fangs, sharp and taunting, threatening to devour you whole and you know this isn’t your Hobi.

He doesn’t get the chance for whatever else he had in store when pure vehemence engulfs you, daring to stand your ground with a low guttural snarl and shoving him off. Your strength is nothing to snicker at, his shoulders nearly hitting the other wall despite his stature.

“What’s wrong with you?” you didn’t even care if everyone in the damn store could hear you, “Don’t you dare touch me!”

Regret instantly arises in his eyes, his hands reaching out to comfort you in any way but hesitant in the warning. He would rather die than hurt you, he was sorry, he was so sorry.

Your body can feel his sorrow and want, itching to touch him in any way but you push it down. The little she-wolf in you whimpers as you struggle out of the dress and leave him alone in the stall, begging for you to go back and forgive him.

Jaebum stands, bewildered, outside of the rooms. He sure did rue the moment he ever made advances on you. Not a word is spoken as you pass by and exit the store.

It doesn’t make it any easier when Hoseok follows you closely. “Baby, I’m sorry. Please.”

“You were going to shift because of some stupid sales clerk! You could’ve gotten us in some deep shit with the order,” you scold, “We’re going home. Right now.” This was a double-edged sword, you didn’t even get to purchase anything. Though your mood is far too foul to continue.

“But I didn’t! No one saw anything. I just lost my cool for a second, I promise. I know better.” Even Hoseok strains to keep up your pace, car already in view and goddamn you walk fast.

“Do you? Are you seriously justifying your actions? You need to uphold your responsibilities, Hoseok. You’re not new to this.” He finds that he despises when you lecture him this way, gums and skin and everything prickly and he wish he could gnaw on something right about now.

It was odd to tell him these things, taking into consideration that his role is considerably higher than yours and that he hardly ever faults as an alpha. If there wasn’t something going on biologically, what else could it be?

He’s obviously straining to keep his composure now, jaw slacked and knuckles cracking in his fist, “How am I supposed to do that now? It won’t happen again. It’s over.”

“Then what about your shitty mood swings? We don’t argue, Hoseok. You’re not mean, you’re not easily agitated, and you’re not a fucking paper shredder. Neither are you aggressive to your own mate,” you throw in his face, unsurprised when he cowers again at the thought. It’s like the man was on his period.

Now that you recall, the last time you’ve ever seen him so angry at you is when you watched Endgame without him, and that should say enough. This was just all so new and unbecoming of someone with his level of reputation.

“You know I didn’t mean to do that. I never want to hurt you…” he leads as you beat him to the driver’s side of the car, watching him over the hood for him to finish his sentence, “I’m just—”

“You what, Hoseok?”

He jostles the door handle a few times, a rep of unsettling clacks making him uneasy.

“Can you unlock the car?”

“You what?” you say a little louder, entirely avoiding his question.

“Goddammit,” he hisses, “Just let me in and we can talk about it when we get home.” You scan his face in search of anything. For the truth. For him to own up to what it is. What you get is nothing.

So you smile, “No.”

He stands cluelessly as you unlock your door and hop in, starting the car with a satisfying roll and opening his window just enough to see his addled facial expression.

“What are you doing?” he deadpans.

“If you won’t admit it then you obviously don’t take me seriously, and if you won’t take me seriously then I’ll take my car home by myself. So, toodles!”

He smirks nervously, slender fingers sifting through his hair, “Y/N, c’mon. Just let me in.” He’s even more staggered when you start reversing out of your spot. Eyes widening hilariously, he cusses under his breath as he walks cautiously towards the door.

“Have a fun run, baby. Better get home soon,” you feign pity, “looks like it’s going to start raining pretty soon.”

“We live an hour away!”

You drive down the row, turning on your signal just in case someone needed to know. Shucks, you were such a good driver, even in the parking lot.

Hoseok thinks otherwise, anger and panic so vivid that you can feel it from this distance. Walking Time Bomb even begins to jog, not willing to risk your bluff.

“Okay! Okay, I admit it. I may be going through something…” his wavering voice trickles into your head. “You’re right.’

You let him catch up to you, eyes shifty and fingers fiddling. “Hi, darling. Can you say that one more time? In person?” His chest puffs.

“I already said it once,” he begs.

Was his pride this important? Did the strangled mutt deep down change your Hoseok for the worst? An impatient car behind you honks and you shrug.

“You’re making people wait. I’m going to leave.”

“Jesus fucking—okay. I think I’m teething. Or something involving my dental state. It’s making me fucking grumpy and it’s painful and I want to punch a fucking wall because it’s stupid that this phase is so late.” You unlock his door mid-sentence, his body falling into his seat before he continues to blabber on.

“Oh, little puppy,” you slide your sunglasses from atop your head down to the bridge of your nose, “Don’t be so sensitive. ‘S like a human adult getting braces.”

The week passes by agonizingly slow. And that wasn't necessarily because Hoseok bitched and complained, throwing temper tantrums when the remote had fallen between the couch cushions or throwing his pants stormily when they would catch on his ankles and make him hobble about like a disabled chicken.

Or maybe it was because of that.

You dare to creak the door to his den (pun intended), having locked himself in such confinement to work through the paperwork that's been piling on his mahogany desk for days. He looks worn around the eyes, long brown hair pushed back with his fake reading glasses. You knock three times as if he couldn't already sense your presence. When he looks at you through his lashes, he nods for you to proceed.

"Hi, baby. How's the work going?" you ask with a honey-dipped edge.

He shrugs, "A lot of affairs from other packs that I have to go over. I should be done soon."

You slink behind his office chair and wrap your arms around his shoulders, "Mm, why don't you take a break and have a nice little bath with me?" He doesn't budge one inch, straightening out a stack of papers before stapling them neatly and tucking them into one of his drawers.

"I need to finish this. I've been pushing it back until the last minute."

Rolling him out a bit, you slide onto his lap and rest on his chest. Your touch always lulls a serene sensitivity from his skin, a natural effect that only you are capable of. But his muscles remain taut. Bones stiff and budging none whatsoever. Stuttering, you try again, "You've been working for hours. I'm lonely. Just an hour--,"

"Y/N. I'm warning you. Get off."

She-wolf unconsciously warns you to stand down upon this statement. Was he being serious? He's warning you? You search his blank face, waiting for him to crack a smile or lift you up and attack you with kisses. When he doesn't, you test the waters.

Your nails scratch the bare skin under his shirt, "H-Hoseokie, we haven't had sex in so long," you whine. Invading his space, however, only sets him off more.

He growls, deep and meant to be menacing. It takes brutal force to push yourself to move, a weight halting your ministrations. His word, no matter how rare it be, was your law. Do you dare defy that?

You unbutton his pants the same time he threatens, "Continue any further and see what happens." He's breathier than normal and that gives you some satisfaction. He was your mate, after all. Eternal fulfillment was your duty.

The feeling of his heavy and growing bulge, nestling in the crook of his thigh, is a success all in its own. You purr and rub your legs together, licking at Hoseok's neck lovingly and waiting for him to give in. "Hobi, you're already--ah!"

Your view spins as Hoseok scruffs you to his desk, cold wood pressed to your cheek and wrists somehow pinned behind you. Yiping in fear, you struggle in his harsh imprisonment.

"You don't fucking listen," he complains, voice balancing on the line between speaking and yelling.

"Hoseok! L-Let me g-go--," you start before he grinds himself into your ass, boner prominent and angry as it prods. He replaces the hand to your neck with his mouth, laving and suckling all the way down your shoulder.

"Can't do that. I warned you and you disobeyed me. You disobey your alpha, Y/N?"

"No, I'm sorry--," you squeak before your dress is thrown over your back and a sharp slap comes down onto your ass.

You don’t believe the sound that comes out of your throat, pressing your thighs together and wiggling the pain away. “J-Jung Hoseok! What is—” Another slap, harder than the first.

The nerves tingle all the way down to your toes as your eyes roll back. You moan once more, unsolicited and without restraint. Hoseok is content with your reaction, not expecting you to squirm so nicely because of your punishment.

"You like this, don't you? I can smell you leaking like some submissive whore," he snarls with an edge of disappointment. You're beyond mortified of how he speaks to you, although not inclined to deny his words. Not when he spanks you once more, with such force that a scream is rewarded and your back arches in euphoric pain.

"Hoseok, no more, please. I'll--I'll cum if you keep, ugh," you blabber over yourself. He thinks you look prettily pathetic drooling on his desk, so close to spilling over the edge from being physically humiliated.

"Tch, so weak," he comments before releasing your wrist and letting you collapse to the floor. "Are you done?" The question both turns you on and pisses you off, emotions swirling into something self-destructive.

Crawling on the carpet and up his leg, you nuzzle into his bulge, "But I still didn't get what I want." You don’t even ponder where this behavior is coming from; slinking out of you like a dog with its tail between its legs. Perhaps his own change of manner influenced one in you.

He could laugh at how easy you were being, wondering when he ever mated with someone who acts like such a sexually-obsessed brat. "Oh?" he prompts, "So you think you get to make the calls here?"

Licking the hem of his boxers in response, he doesn't feel pleased with your lack of words. You perk up when he shuffles his cock out from the confines of his layers. It’s almost instinctual, not wasting any time to pepper kisses and kitten licks to his tip. God, he even smells amazing. You don't care if you look ridiculous, feverish with your actions like he'd take away your precious treat if you weren't cautious.

He snickers at you, petting your hair with an unexpectedly soft touch. Your heart-shaped irises peer up, knowing he loves your eye contact when you suck him off. Watching the blush spread on his face means that you must be doing your job correctly. Besides, not even the Big Bad Wolf can deny when he feels his pleasure.

He almost can’t stand the self-righteousness that oozes off you. If you thought you were in control, you were dead-wrong. "You want my cock that bad, huh, baby?" your love bunches as much of your hair as he can with his fist, "Then fucking take it."

Then his girthy dick shoves to the back of your throat without warning, hips to your nose and thrustingthrustingthrusting as far as he can.

You'd sputter if your mouth wasn't so full, eyes overflowing with tears and throat constricting in hopes that he'll let you go. When he doesn't and continues to grind himself down your mouth, you dig your nails into his thighs and whine on his persistent cock. It doesn’t matter, the digging crescents in his thighs rousing him even further and even hoping those pretty nails of yours leave marks for him. He’d accept no less.

Hoseok thrusts twice more before pulling you off and watching you cough maniacally. The tears that gathered were now running down your face, accompanied with your saliva that leaks from your chin and onto the floor.

You couldn't breathe, you couldn't ask him to stop, and you loved it.

He cocks a brow as you struggle to catch up, "We'll stop here. You're obviously not made for this."

Pitiful is the only word he can use to describe how quickly you paw and beg for him, desperately wrapping your fingers around the base of his member and pumping him just the way he likes it, "No! I can take it, please use me." Your unstable hand massages the cum-saliva mix as well as it can, a small victory celebrated when he bucks into you.

"Mm," his thumb wipes a stray tear from your lip, "You're so beautiful when you cry. Will you sit on the desk for me?"

You don't hesitate to obey, being careful to hop up when your bum is so sore but otherwise eager for him to touch you again. When he places himself between your legs, your body hums.

"I'm... I'm not well, Y/N. I don't want to hurt you," he says, voicing his first concern after what's already happened. With his brows knit in concern and his slender fingers rubbing calmly at your sides, it's almost as if the Hoseok you know has returned. The Hobi that makes your pancakes just a little overcooked like you prefer. Who makes you a blanket nest when you’re feeling down. And will gladly give up his last bite of anything to watch you munch happily even after you’ve finished your own portion.

In some way, this was your same Hobi. Maybe not so sweet and innocent but more on the receiving end. Spending his days tending to you out of pure love and pleasure to see you bloom; it was just your turn to return the favor.

So you kiss him with fervor and mold your chest to his, feeling the scorching heat that emanates from him. He must seriously be straining himself, you think. His canines graze your lips and you know he's trying his best to hold back; to not completely obliterate you.

"I want to help you," you whisper against his mouth. You implore him and he doesn’t hesitate to take your offer.

You extend your legs as he rushes to pull down your thong, throwing it to the side, and embracing you with another kiss, all tongue and pants. Some of his documents get ruffled under your steadying hands and he shoves them off altogether, a rain of really important paper littering the room. He comes in a little too excitedly, slamming a drawer closed with his thigh and even scooting his desk across the floor.

“God fucking dammit,” he swears, your chuckles covering his wet lips. “I’m… a mess… not thinking straight. Need to cum inside you.”

You purr when his head rubs against your sex, an electric sensation tearing through you. “Want you to knot me,” you whisper. A mistake in its own because he’s practically moaning into your mouth when you say such things.

“Yeah, baby? Want your cunt pumped full? Hm?” he asks into your jaw, all the while spreading your legs as far as they can split with his strong hands. His hips begin to circle like he’s stalling as long as possible and that rouses you up in a way.

You nod with sultry eyes and chant, “Yes. Yes, yes.” By the second yes does he all but slam into you, your final confirmation his endgame.

Hoseok was truly blessed in size, something no mere human could ever match. His length alone would make you double over in ecstasy if he allowed you the space to. Squeezing around him only makes him fuck you deeper, both wanting and needing more of each other than you already have. You were made for him, and him you.

You whimper as he pulls out, his head tantalizing your g-spot before ramming back inside and forcing an angelic cry. “H-Hoseokie… Please, your pups. I want to have your pups”

The sounds of his hips against your skin with your moans and the subtle creak of his desk is almost humorous, you were fucking like dogs. Even more so when he pushes you flat against the wood by the front of your throat, his thumb tucked gently on an airway as your tongue flops out in simple bliss.

“Don’t say that if you don’t mean it,” he snarls with a particularly evil drill to your core that curls your toes. “Nothing to me would be more satisfying than to breed you.”

Your throat constricts and you cough, your tiny hands tugging at his fingers while barely being able to pry his grip. You can’t resist moaning through clenched teeth still, even when the prettiest wine red pours into his irises. Hoseok holds back incredibly well, despite having shifting eyes, his total control never fails to astonish you. It was years worth of training and you thank the stars that it was useful in a time where you were literally stuffed with his cock.

“And you’re so willing; so obedient now. You like when I fuck you like this. Just want that beautiful pussy bred until you’re spilling, right?” he chuckles with means to humiliate when your eyes flutter and drool spills from your swollen lips, “What a mate.”

You tighten, an embarrassing amount of arousal spilling and sticking to your love. He doesn’t mind one bit, rather, losing composure for a brief moment, “Ugh, so good.”

His hand suddenly withdraws from your tender neck and you sputter an attempt to catch your breath, a fleeting moment before he wraps his arms under your knees and prompts you to hang onto him when he stands. How quickly he’s able to switch positions is hot in itself, but the thought is also lost when you sink down even further on his dick.

“Oh, oh my god,” you wail pathetically, wrapping yourself around him and trying to lift your trembling body to ease how full you feel, even for just a moment.

“Hm? I thought you wanted this, baby. Wanted my complete, unforgiving love for you. Isn’t that why you walked into my office?” he smirks similarly to how you imagine the devil would. His hands find leverage against the closest wall, also shoving you against it and resuming his pace into you.

This, to whichever persona was hiding deep down in Hoseok, was divine. Incredible. You would die for this man even without the bond. He was literally screwing you braindead.

He pants, warm and sweaty and shirt somehow unbuttoned halfway down (when did you do that?), “I thought you wanted my knot? Not anymore?”

Your pupils blow out as you shake your head, you were so close.

“Ah, then I’ll knot you. I’ll knot you but you have to beg,” he says with a wink. Bastard.

“Please, please knot me, baby. Breed me and let me have your pups,” you sob, “Fill me up until I can’t take it anymore, Alpha, please—”

He jabs incessantly until you’re entirely maxed out, sloppy smacks echoing out further than the den and his growls emanating when you drag your sharp nails down his back, the fabric tearing under your fingers. Hoseok grinds his full length into you, reaching beyond the end of your walls.

“S-Stay,” he orders. He slows as the base of his cock swells and even though you asked for it, it’s always a little uncomfortable. You can’t even fathom how it feels for your mate, his sudden groans and the absolute necessity to lave at your neck only scraping at the surface of any real indication.

Hoseok told you once that it was similar to both being overstimulated and having a sudden spike of energy, which could explain his touchiness. It was cute though, and kinda hot.

Nestled deep inside, you can subtly feel the ropes of semen beginning to pool. You rest your head over his shoulder, buzzing from the intensity of it all and watching as the walls move and shift into the ones of your bedroom.

Hoseok’s hoarse voice surprises you, “Fuck, I’m so dizzy.”

The bed is a heavenly difference from the den’s desk and wall, your heart pounding a little too hardly when he places one of his pillows lengthwise under your back for extra squish. He was so cute.

But then he collapses on you.

“Oof—I’ve never seen you like that before. My ass hurts,” you state dreamily.

“Oh, love. Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” he asks seriously, lifting his head to study your face in case you lie. The red dissipated long before, his deep brown eyes twinkling down at you like they always do.

“You were a little rough,” you feign, pouting and pushing around his face with paw-folded fists. He thinks you look like an idiot, a cute idiot.

“I’m sorryyyy,” he whines, burying his face into your chest and wiggling around like a fish. His knot moves with him and you wince.

“Hoseok, stay still.”

Being showered in a sudden attack of kisses is what he responds with, not even aware of the task at hand and fake crying, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I don’t ever want to hurt you—I—oh no.”

You yipe as semen sloshes down your leg, shoving your palm into Hobi’s (who is undoubtedly back to his usual self) cheek and trying your best to not panic.

“Goddammit, Jung Hoseok! Stay still!”

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carry-on-my-pretty-weeper · 5 years

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Nothing To Do With Lover Boy

Author: carry-on-my-pretty-weeper

Character(s): Montgomery de la Cruz, Reader

Word Count: 1.8k+

Warnings: mentions of blood, being trapped, crying, and breaking up

Request: Anon- Hiii❣️❣️ I’m just obsessed with your writing it’s amazing! I especially loved your recent “Xoxo Gossip Girls” Monty one he’s my fave.. would u be willing to do one for me?? reader x Monty, Maybe along the break-up & make-up type of scenario like they have a fight but then realize that there’s nobody else they’d rather be with so they get back together (honestly I don’t care if u don’t use that I just need a make up sex thing lol😉) pretty pls?

Author’s Note: fair warning I don’t really write smut because it’s not something I’m comfortable writing, not that there’s anything wrong with it. power out to those who do write it but for me I don’t so there’ll be heavy affection but no smut sorry. but I’m so glad to be back, I missed you guys!!

“Are you being serious Monty? You couldn’t tell she was flirting with you?” you asked in utter disbelief. You had just come back from one of Monty’s baseball games and this bitch was all over him. But your boyfriend did nothing to stop it.

“Y/n you’re just overreacting,” he huffed rolling his eyes. He didn’t. He didn’t just say those infuriating words to you. Unfortunately, for him, he did.

“Oh you think I’m overreacting? I’ll show you overreacting,” you said as you grabbed your jacket.

His face turned from annoyed to confused. “Where are you going?” he questioned standing up from his couch.

“I’m leaving. We’re done Montgomery. If you aren’t going to take me seriously or even listen to me, we’re over,” you stated as you felt a lump start to form in your throat. No, not here. Not in front of him.

“Y/n wait-” but before he can finish his sentence you slammed the door behind you. Stomping the entire way home you fall on your bed and scream into your pillow. Why was he so fucking dumb? Couldn’t he see she was literally all over him? Why did you break up with him? Your phone screen lit up distracting you from your internal screaming, it was a text from Alex. He asked if you were going to the party. Seeing that you no longer had plans you said yes. You were going to stay in with your boyfriend ex boyfriend but seeing that you just broke up all you wanted to do right now was get drunk and party with friends. Leafing through your closet you grabbed a red dress that came up to your mid thigh and put on a lacy black choker. Quickly applying some makeup you marched out the door.

You arrived at the party and made a beeline to the kitchen where you found the alcohol. Vodka sounded like a good option. Pouring it in a red solo cup you scanned the room. You saw the ever famous good boy Atkins, Sherri, and...Clay. Interesting he didn’t go to many parties. Walking over to him you struck up a conversation. He seemed a bit nervous; most guys were when they talked to you. Montgomery made sure of that. But you weren’t his anymore. So you could do whatever you wanted. Although there wasn’t much you wanted to do. Alex found you and joined the conversation as Clay wandered off. Probably looking for Hannah. “So where’s Monty? I thought you two were joined at the hip or somewhere a lot less appropriate,” he said cheekily. Normally you would’ve laughed but right now was a bit different.

“We actually broke up like an hour ago,” you replied as you downed your vodka. His smirk quickly turned into a frown.

“What?”

“You heard me, we broke up,” you repeated wishing you had more alcohol in your system.

“I thought tha-” But before he can finish his sentence you hear a round of cheers. Turning around you see Montgomery enter the house. His teammates clapped him on his back as they talked about the game. He nodded absentmindedly before he caught eyes with you. Tearing your eyes away you travel back to the kitchen. Instead of filling up your cup you drank the alcohol straight from the bottle. The warm liquid burned your throat but you didn’t care.

“Woah there tiger,” a voice said weakly, “You might want to slow down.” Turning to face Montgomery you glared daggers into his soul.

“You aren’t my boyfriend anymore, you can’t tell me what to do.” His face falls before looking up at you again.

“I couldn’t tell you what to do when we, uh, were together,” he chuckled sadly as he put his hands in his pockets. “Y/n, c-can we please talk?”

“You want to talk? Sorry I don’t think it’s a good idea, I might overreact again,” you spit like venom. Tilting the bottle up you take another swig of vodka. “I’ve got to go Montgomery.” Leaving the kitchen you looked around for Alex until you found him talking to Justin. As soon as you reached them all conversation died. Looking from an awkward Justin to an uncomfortable Alex you sighed. “You told him?”

“Y/n I think you need to talk to him. I’m sure whatever he did he didn’t mean, you know how he-” Interrupting Justin’s speech with a hand you pinch the bridge of your nose in annoyance with the other.

“I know you want to defend Montgomery because he’s your friend but right now is not the time Justin.”

“But Y/n-”

“It’s not the time!” you snapped with tears beginning to well up in your eyes. “Fuck.” You turned away from them to collect yourself. Taking a deep breath you face them again. “Monty and I...we-we had a good run. But everything ends.”

“Okay,” he said shifting his weight.

“Where’s your bathroom?” you asked wanting a moment to yourself.

“Upstairs the second door on the right,” he said obviously biting back more words.

“Thanks.” Brushing past them you walk up the stairs and entered a master bedroom. You walked into the bathroom and looked at yourself in the mirror. Get yourself together, nothing lasts forever. You need to get over Montgomery. Just as you were finishing your pep talk you heard the door open.

“Where did you say the beers were?” You heard an unmistakable voice. Pushing open the door you saw Montgomery and listened to the door slam shut behind him. “Y/n?” he questioned confused but you ignored him and pounded on the door.

“Hey! What’s the big idea?” you shouted through the door.

“We aren’t lettin’ you guys out until you solve your issues!” Justin shouted back at you.

“Justin Foley! I swear to god if you don’t open this fucking door I’ll fucking castrate you in your goddamn sleep!” you yelled with a voice filled with promise.

“Y/n maybe you shoul-” Montgomery tried to reason.

“Did you plan this?” You spun around suddenly giving him a look viciousness.

“Lover boy had nothing to do with it,” Zach piped in. Fucking jocks. Letting out a huff of anger from your nostrils Montgomery looked at you with an apologetic face.

“Zach, Justin may not have common sense but I bet you do right? Let me out and I won’t have to make your head into a basket.” You could feel his uneasiness from the other side of the door.

“Sorry Y/n, not this time,” he stated trying to overconfidently hide his fear. Hitting the door with your hand you immediately regret your decision.

“Ah, fuck!” you exclaimed grasping your hand gingerly. Crimson trickled from your knuckle that happened to catch a nail.

“Y/n are you okay?” Montgomery asked getting closer as concern crossed his face. He reached out to inspect your hand but you stopped him quickly.

“I’m okay,” you assured him unconvincingly. Mostly due to the fact that your face pinched up in pain when you were talking.

“Y/n are you serious? You’re bleeding!” he argued as he gave you puppy dog eyes. The ones that make you melt into a puddle everytime. “Let me help you Y/n/n.”

“Montgomery...”

“Look you hit your right hand, right? You’ll be using your weak hand to do everything and-”

“Fine. Fine! You can help me,” you said as you let him lead you back into the bathroom. He held your hand under warm water and dabbed it gently with a cloth. He was treating you so tenderly like you were a frightened animal.

When you winced he stopped immediately as concern crossed his face. “Does it hurt? Do you want me to stop?” he asked as you sheepishly shook your head no.

“I’m okay,” you responded as you scrunched up your nose. It was an embarrassing habit that you had which showed that you were flustered. He knew this. You knew he knew this. He knew that you knew that he knew this. But were either one of you going to address it? It certainly wasn’t going to be you. So the two of you sat in silence until Monty finished caring for you. When you looked down you saw your hand dry and bandaged.

“There...all fixed,” Monty replied with an awkward smile. He reluctantly pulled away from your hand as you inspected it.

“Thanks Monty,” you stated as silence once again washed over the both of you. He looked up at you hopefully as you glanced away. “What?”

“It’s just, uh, that’s the first time you’ve called me Monty since we broke up.” Thinking about it he was right. You called him Montgomery whenever you were mad at him. Monty was too lovey for you when you were angry so Montgomery it was.

“Oh.”

“Y/n/n can we please, please talk about it?” he begged as he gave you those goddamn puppy dog eyes again. You finally caved and nodded your head.

“...Okay,” you said as you threaded your fingers through your hair.

“I don’t think that we should break up. When that girl was talking to me I didn’t care because I was so focused on you that everything around me melted away. You were the only one I cared about in that moment so when that girl was talking to me I-I don’t know... I know I was being a bad boyfriend when I didn’t listen to you but that’s cause it’s impossible for me to have eyes for someone else. But I know I suck and-”

“Monty shut up.”

“What?” he asked confused as he looked at you with panic in his red rimmed eyes.

“I said shut up,” you replied as tears flooded your vision, “You weren’t being a bad boyfriend I was being jealous. I just, I don’t know seeing a girl all over you I saw red an-and-and,” you ranted as you started hyperventilating.

“Hey, hey, hey,” he mumbled as he pulled you into his arms, you could feel tears of his own wet your shirt. Your breathing evened out and you relaxed in his arms. He wiped your tears away as you sniffled. “I’ll forgive you if you forgive me? Even though I’m the bigger douc-”

“Just shut up and kiss me,” you laughed through the tears. Cupping your face in his hands he gives you a gentle kiss as if you were a piece of the glass that he was trying not to break. Deepening it with an urgency you didn’t know you felt he held your waist as he tried to steady you on your tippy toes. Pulling away he looked down at you with adoration in his eyes.

“God I know it had only been a couple of hours but fuck I missed you,” he breathed out as he stroked your cheek. He rested his forehead on yours as you let out another laugh.

“I missed you too Monty,” you confessed before bringing him down for another heated kiss. His left hand came up to thread itself in your hair. You let out an involuntary sound but before you were satisfied the door opened interrupting the two of you.

“They’re all good! Just fucking!” Justin yelled with a shit eating grin on his face. Turning to him with a smile as sharp as knives you stepped toward him.

“Just because me and Monty made up doesn’t mean I’m finished with you Foley,” you articulated as he took a visible gulp and bolted. You ran after him as Monty chuckled now alone in the bathroom. That’s his girl.

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avengersassemble-fics · 5 years

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Unexpected Mutant

Steve Rogers x Reader

Previous Chapter

Link to Master Post

Word Count: 2.7k

AN: Sorry for the wait idk what happened. But this has been one of my favorite things I’ve ever written (the story in general), so pls don’t let this flop.

PS I’m no longer doing tag lists since I can’t keep up with it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

There was a flash, and you had Steve pinned under you, his helmet tossed somewhere and his temple bleeding. He was whispering his pleas to you, and before you could finish your blow, you jerked awake. You glanced around the lightly lit room, the fire place still had a small flame burning and your eyes traveled over the three sleeping men. Sam, Bucky, and Steve were sound asleep, and you sat up and rubbed your face.

In Bucharest, every few months you had the same dream - hurting your friends, your family. It ended the same way every time as well, you’d wake up crying and Bucky would wake up in seconds, and hold you through your episode. This time, you silently crawled over the back of the couch you were sleeping on and grabbed a jacket you had found in a drawer earlier and slipped outside into the cold night.

You eased yourself down onto one of the steps, releasing a tense sigh. At this point you missed your healing factor, and knew it would just get worse from here. You stared up at the beautifully star lined night sky, and closed your jacket as you heard the door open behind you. Steve stood in the frame for a second, looking down at your outline. You knew he was there, and glanced over your shoulder at him, so he stepped outside.

“What are you doing out here?” he questioned, his voice low from just waking up. He slid the door closed behind him and took a seat next to you, and you shrugged, glancing back to the night sky.

“Bad dream.. You?”

Steve’s eyes didn’t leave your face and you could see a small smile on his lips, “I heard you moving around and wanted to check on you.”

You nodded your understanding and a silence fell between you two, and Steve didn’t know what to say, but you started talking.

“I never got to say I was sorry, when we got back from that mission..” you trailed off and Steve gaped at you, starting to shake his head, “No, please.. I need to say this Steve.”

Steve looked down to the ground, and you continued, “I was starting to see things, and I knew.. I knew I didn’t have much time before everything kicked off, and I was angry. At everything.”

Steve leaned his arms against his knees, leaning forward, letting you speak, you bit your lip to hold back your tears, “I’m so sorry I left,” you whispered, and Steve finally met your eyes, “I’m so so sorry I had Tony lie to you-”

“(Y/N),” he cut you off, closing the gap between you both, and his hand found your cheek, wiping away a tear from your cheek, “I didn’t mean what I said, back then.”

You sniffled a bit, and he smiled warmly at you, “I was never mad, when you did that for Sam I realized how much you meant to me,” he paused and dragged his thumb below your lip, “how much I loved you.”

You wanted to embrace him then and there, but he continued, “When I held you that day, when you.. When you died. I knew I waited too long to tell you I love you,” he smiled sadly at you, “I love you, (Y/N).”

You eased yourself closer, Steve’s hands cupping your face and he kissed you. Slowly his lips pressed against yours and you melted against his chest. His fingers lightly danced against your cheeks and hair, before gently pulling away, your hot breathes mixing together.

“I’ll never get tired of that,” you whispered, earning a chuckle from him.

“How about we go back inside,” he asked, rubbing your shoulder, “you need your rest.”

You nodded, and with Steve’s help you were back up on your feet and shuffling back inside quietly. Steve’s hand left yours as he eased himself back onto the floor, and you slowly laid back down on the couch. As you both fell asleep, you felt at peace, unknowing of what would occur the next day.

The sun rose and you were all on the move with empty stomachs. Steve and Sam sat in the front of the small car while Bucky and you were in the back seat, you behind Steve and Bucky behind Sam, who was practically in the soldiers lap. It was tight, even your legs were a bit squished behind Steve, but you couldn’t complain.

“Why did you have to pick the smallest car possible, Steve?”

Bucky could though, and you grinned secretly to yourself.

“It was the only one that looked discrete enough,” Steve defended, and Bucky grunted.

“Then how much longer until we meet this connection of yours? I need to stretch my legs.”

“I’m not getting out,” Sam replied, earning a glare from Bucky, and you placed your had over your mouth to stop yourself from laughing. Bucky glared your way before throwing his arm along the back of the seat, “Come on seriously, how much longer?”

Steve was slowing the car down to make a turn down an abandoned road, another car further down the street in front of your view. You peeked around Steve’s body and saw a blonde exiting the chair, typing away on her phone. You didn’t notice the side eye that Sam gave Steve, settling a little further into his seat.

Bucky grumbled lowly, and you patted his leg to calm him down. Steve put the car in park and unbuckled himself, “I’ll be right back” earning just nods from the car. He opened his driver door and got out, his tall body towering the small Volkswagen Beetle and shut the door, the car moving just a bit and a heavy air settling into the vehicle.

You peered around the seat as Steve made it to the blonde, who smiled at him and put her phone away, and you looked towards Sam, “Who is that?”

“That would be Sharon Carter.”

You raised a brow, “Carter? As.. in..?”

“Yeah, that Carter,” he answered and you nodded your head, sitting back into your seat.

You watched as she opened her trunk and showed him something inside, and he was probably thanking her as the gentleman that he is. All three of you watched as they continue to speak, and there in that moment, almost in slow motion as if to taunt you, her arm reached out to his neck, and their lips met.

A far away voice called your name, and you felt as if you vision went fuzzy, a headache forming in your head and your hands suddenly clenched. The voice called your name again and everything came flooding back. You weren’t sitting in that cramped small car, but on the steps of a stoop back in New York.

The scenery was so familiar, yet foreign, and people walked past you as if you didn’t exist. A small part of you was grateful to be out of the car, and you stood to stretch your legs. Taking a step down onto the sidewalk, you ran your hand over the concrete siding of the steps and looked around.

It really was like you were invisible. And you realized why when your eyes landed on a familiar friend.

“Thought you could use saving again,” the slick voice said, and you couldn’t help but rush towards them and throw your arms around their neck.

Loki happily embraced you, his hands holding onto your back and the nape of your neck. It had been several months since he had last seen you, but he had checked in every once in awhile when he could. It was especially easier since Thor and him were on the planet to find their father, Odin. Finding you was a bit tricky since you weren’t where he had last checked in with you, but he deduced that wherever Steve was.. You would be with him.

“Loki what the fuck,” you mumbled, pulling away to look at him, “you’re in.. a black suit.”

He grinned, “Had to blend in with you Midguardians.”

“Blend in? By wearing the most extra suit I’ve ever seen?” you laughed which earned a smile from him, and you paused for a moment.

“Wait, you’re here?” you breathed, your hands going back to his shoulders, “Really here?”

“On Earth? Yes. My brother and I we’re uh searching for Odin,” his hands went to your hands and held them down between the two of you, “but here with you? Not quite.”

He noted your frown and he smiled, rubbing the back of your hands, “Listen. Once all this mess is settled with my brother, I promise to come back and whisk you away from all this.. Mortal drama, and live a little.”

You chuckled and he dropped your hands, “I’m serious. But.. It’s time for us to part again.”

“Gotta stop doing this to me Laufeyson. Gonna break a girls heart one of these days.”

With one last chuckle, he pulled you back into a hug for a few more moments, and you rested your chin on his shoulder. You had never figured out why Loki made you feel so comfortable, so safe, and he didn’t know why he enjoyed your company so much. But these moments did mean a lot, even though they were short and brief, they still managed to give you that push you need. Loki released you from his arms and after taking you in for a few more second, he took a step back and turned his back to you, making his way down the street. Someone cut around him and once you got a clear view again, he was gone almost as quick.

And just like that you were back to sitting next to Bucky Barnes, and Sam Wilson in the front seat of the car. No time had passed with your interaction with the God of Mischief, and Bucky quickly turned to you. You glared, your hands reaching forward to push the driver seat up and you pushed the door open and stepped out of the vehicle. You slammed the door closed as hard as you could.

Steve’s eyes were open, his hands were up in an almost shocked position, and the rattle of the car made Sharon unlock from his lips, and they both turned towards the commotion. You, with a dead look on your face, were staring at them. You could almost make out a mumbled word from Steve, and you walked forward.

Steve thought for a moment on what to do. Does he try to say something? Does he take a step forward? No, god no, and yes. He took one step forward as you neared them, and you stopped, sending a stare up at him. He nervously swallowed the lump in his throat. You didn't say anything, much to their surprise, only shot Sharon a look before reaching into the trunk, grabbing all the gear yourself in your arms, minus Steve’s shield, and spun around and made your way back to the beetle.

The two men in the car were shocked, to say the least. They watched as you walked to the back of the car, threw open the trunk, set the things inside, and slammed that shut too. Bucky’s eyes never left your face, and Sam looked ahead to see Steve grabbing his shield, and Sharon giving him a sad smile. Steve turned around to see you getting back into the car, not looking his way, and he sighed.

The ride to the airport was awkward, to say the least. No one really spoke, and there was music playing very lowly through the radio. Steve stared ahead at the road, checking the rearview mirror every once in awhile to see your face, Sam stared ahead as well, and Bucky was just watching you. You, on the other hand, completely tuned the other men out as you stared at the scenery passing by.

It really was such a pretty country.

The silence was short lived as Steve pulled into a parking garage, away from all the other vehicles he put the small car in park and shut the engine. Everyone was eager to get out and stretch their legs, and you didn’t wait for Steve to exit, and instead slid onto the passenger side and followed behind Bucky. Steve noticing this, breathed out a pent up sigh, and stepped out, towering over the small car and looked around.

“So what are we waiting for?” Bucky asked, and you were walking down the lane away from them. Steve’s eyes followed you, but still answered his question as he walked away after you.

“Some friends.”

It didn’t take him long to catch up, you had made your way to the stairwell that led to the other floors, and there was an opening to peer out. You knew he would follow you, but he didn’t speak when he was finally behind you. The wind whipped your hair back, the cooler breeze made your cheeks feel nice and cold, and you leaned against the edge, carefully of your still healing bruises.

“I used to always sit in my room and think that I wanted this exciting life, to be something greater than I was, important. But I’ll tell you what, having something always interfere with your life is really fucking annoying.”

It was the first words you said to him in over an hour, and Steve took this as an invitation to walk closer, and lean over the edge with you, careful to not get too close if you may retaliate.

But you didn’t.

“Do you ever miss just having a semi-normal life?”

It was a loaded question, one that made Steve frown towards you, who stared off into the distance and didn’t look his way. He traced over the edges of your face, and looked down at your laced fingers.

“I used to. I would’ve given anything to just go back, and live my life out in the past. With.. With Peggy.”

You didn’t react, he didn’t expect you to. Deep down you knew his answer, but he continued.

“But then.. I got this. These people became my family, and it made it easier to be without that life. And then I also met you. And you became my everything, and all I can think about now is being with you for as long as I can.”

You glanced his way, “You hated when we first met.”

“I wouldn’t say hate, more like intimidated.” he answered honestly, smiling down at his hands, and you finally turned to face him. He raised a brow and looked over to you past his shoulder.

“Oh I intimidated Captain America? Wow, I feel like a total badass now,” you smiled lightly, and so did Steve, but it fell quickly, “I’m not mad, by the way.”

Now this made him turn and face you, “You’re..not?”

You shook your head, “I mean you didn’t.. Reciprocate it so.. No,” you paused and he grinned, and slid his arms around you and pulled you into a hug. You fell into it, resting your head on his chest and he rubbed your back, “everyone’s just lucky I didn’t lose my shit and fight her.”

Steve chuckled, shaking his head, “I promise.. When all this is over,”

“-And we become fugitives of the law?” you interrupted, looking up at him.

“And we become fugitives,” he agreed, and pushed some hair behind your ear, “I promise, we can just runaway and get one of those semi-normal lives.”

You smiled up at him, a silky noise leaving your throat that sounded like agreement, “With all our fugitive friends?”

Steve’s hands wrapped in yours as you both started to head back, everyone waiting on you two, “They can be close by. But maybe just us for a little bit.”

It sounded like the perfect dream. Just to take some time and be alone, which is something you never got to do as a couple, or in general for a very long time. You could see it now, a cute little place far away where no one would recognize you, be able to really spend some time with Bucky on getting rid of all the things Hydra put in his head, maybe you could have a farm, you always wanted something like that.

And it was true. It was all the perfect, unattainable dream. Because in the span of another hour, it become just that. A dream.

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bluepluto03 · 4 years

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this is just the first 1/2 of the next bruised apple chap cus it aint finished yet.... don’t really need a specific tw if you’ve read the rest of the fic but if you havent check the tws on ao3 pls

-=+=-

Evie flipped through a potion book, one of the few she’d decided to take with her from the Isle. She’d been doing so for the better half of an hour, having skipped out on her lunch knowing none of her friends shared it with her today. Again.

The book was somewhat old, pages worn soft from use, and handmade, containing the most useful spells she’d found in all her mother’s old potion books, copied over onto paper remade from the destroyed scraps brought over on the trash barges.

(Carlos had learned to make these sorts of almost-notebooks ages ago. They’d take old books, too wet and moldy to be read, and tear out their pages into a vat with any other scraps of paper they could find. They’d remove any sort of mold or residue, then boil the mixture into a watery-paper mush. From there, they only had to bleach it and then spread and dry it into greyish white, thick parchment. Then bind the parchment into the shelled books and, voila! They hefted a pretty price on the market, too, clean paper surprisingly rare, and useful, on the Isle.)

It was one of her two ‘main’ potion books she kept. Mal had a similar book, refined over the years, though it contained mostly spells while Evie’s held more potions than incantations.

But while Mal had only her one book, Evie preferred to keep two separate ones. Both had choice spells and recipes she’d chosen from her mother’s books, but there was a distinct difference between the two. One was filled with spells they could actually complete on the Isle, and one contained potions she’d never hoped of being able to create with their limited resources.

The second she’d also brought with her, but she’d yet to open it since arriving here. Even if she should be able to actually use the spells now it felt... wrong in a way. She’d only ever opened her second book to copy down potions she was sure she’d never make, it was almost more a graveyard of ideas than a source of information.

Because of that, she continued to flip through her first book, and left the second hidden away.

She’d been thinking about magic a lot lately. How the people here treated it, how Mal’s eyes lit up when she discussed it with Jane, how Carlos and Jay stiffened at it’s mention.

(She of course hadn’t forgotten about Carlos’s magic, but she encouraged others to give him space, and the matter had been tabled for now. She knew he’d come to them with it, eventually.)

Something she’d been thinking about was how her magic was so different from the others’s. It was much more passive, like a jacket instead of a second skin

That didn’t make it any less hers, of course, it just made it… different. It was a tool. It didn’t run rampant with her emotions like Jay’s did, didn’t bend unconsciously to her every whim like Mal’s. She didn’t know what Carlos's magic was like, but the way he’d acted when Mal called him out on having it, she’d bet it was emotional in some way as well.

So, if her magic was a tool, it was her job to decide how to use it right? It was her choice.

She glanced down at the spell again that she’d been reading. Hide scars, seal small blemishes without any mark.

She stared down at it for a long moment. Eventually, she folded the side of the page, marking it for later.

If she had a choice, then why did she feel so trapped?

-=+=-

“Are you okay?” Doug asked her, as the two walked to their english class together, something that had become the norm over the past few weeks.

Evie forced a smile, the almost-casual kind most people couldn't see through. “Of course? Why do you ask?”

Doug frowned at her. “Cause you keep looking around. And you straight up flinched when some girls laughed behind us.” He lowered his voice. “If you’re self conscious about what other people are-”

“I’m not!” She smiled, cutting him off.

Doug looked skeptical for a moment, then sighed. “Alright.” He said, finally, and pulled out his phone, probably to check the virtual garden game he’d shown her yesterday.

Evie took a deep breath, and took a sort of index over how she must have looked right now. Her hair should be perfect, but what if a bit fell out? What if her makeup had smudged?

She hurried into class and to her seat, pulling out her (non magical) mirror while Doug sat beside her, still on his phone.

Why were Auradon kids so good at emotional stuff? On the Isle the most anyone could do was tell if you were bluffing about a brag or a trade, stuff that could start a fight or something. But here everyone payed attention to everyone’s stupid emotions. The only thing they couldn't do was tell when people were obviously lying, all of them far too trusting.

Evie snapped her mirror closed, a bit harder than she really needed too. She was fine. She looked fine. Perfect. No one was saying anything about her, no one was even thinking of her.

The thought only made her feel more ill. She needed people to think about her, she needed them to love or fear her. Hadn't her mother told her a thousand times?

“Evie?” Someone called her name, snapping her from her spiraling thoughts.

“Y-yes?” She blinked, realizing the lesson had started and she hadn't even noticed.

The teacher looked at her for a moment too long, obvious suspicion in the woman’s eyes. “Ben says he needs you.” She finally said, gesturing to the door at the back of the room. Evie turned to see a nervous looking Ben standing in the doorway.

“Oh, one sec.” She hurried to grab her stuff and step out into the hall. Ben shut the door behind her, looking concerned.

“What happened?” She asked, eyebrows scrunched. She couldn't think of any reason Ben would come to get her, unless one of the others were hurt. (Or hurt someone else, but she honestly preferred they hurt someone else then being hurt themselves.)

“Nothing bad, don’t worry.” Ben said hurriedly, his nerves still evident. “I just- uh, Doug mentioned you were upset about something?” His arm moved to rub the back of his neck, hesitant. “And I was wondering if there was anything I could do to help?” He asked, eyes wide and expression open.

Evie blinked at him, surprised. Was that really all? From how sincerely embarrassed Ben seemed to be, face bright red, she didn’t think he was lying.

Evie considered Ben for a moment. She never talked about anything relating to emotions with anyone besides her crew. But he seemed… sincere. And he’d helped Carlos. And as much as she loved her crew, she didn’t really want to put this on them. Not because she couldn't trust them, but because she knew they were already worried about her.

Evie looked over her shoulder. There wasn't anyone in the hall, but they were still out in the open. Venerable.

“Is there anywhere private we could go to talk?” She asked, voice barely above a whisper.

Ben looked shocked for a moment, before he shook himself back to reality. “Y-yeah! There’s an empty classroom at the end of the hall. Number 17.”

Evie nodded. The two walked to the room in silence. Evie tried to figure out how to explain what was going on without giving too many details, and staying as far away from mentioning the stress of their parent’s expectations.

Ben held the door open for her, earning himself a slight smile. She stepped inside, sitting at a spare desk right near the door. Ben seemed to take note of that, and moved a row farther in, so he was diagonal to Evie, and she was between him and the entryway.

Evie fiddled with her bracelets. Ben looked at her expectantly, though he seemed ready to wait for her. She was grateful for how considerate Ben was, but she didn’t really know how to respond.

“Would it be better if I got one of the others?” Ben asked, his hesitance still hanging around him.

Evie shook her head. “I don’t want to worry them.”

Ben nodded slowly. “Okay… we don’t need to talk about it, if you don’t want too. I just know talking about it can help, but there's no pressure. Seriously.”

Evie sent him a tight smile. “You really are such a gentleman, Ben.” He blushed, and her smile widened for a moment, before she sobered again. “It’s just… the people. The staring. It’s getting to me.” She admitted.

Ben frowned. “Are people saying stuff to you? Because if they are I can have Fairy Godmother talk to them.”

Evie shook her head again. “It’s just… whispers. Normal gossip and stuff. I should just ignore it, but it just....” She bit her lip. “It just makes me feel so ugly.” She finally admitted, voice barely above a whisper.

Ben blinked at her, shocked confusion evident on his face. He honestly looked more like Evie’d slapped him with a fish rather than told him she was insecure.

“Ugly? Why?”

He sounded so baffled it practically forced a small laugh from Evie’s chest. She shook her head, another giggle passing her lips, and buried her face in her hands as dozens of emotions swirled around her mind.

“It seems ridiculous but… well my mother is known for her obsession with beauty, isn't she?” She let out another slightly hysterical laugh.

“It’s not ridiculous.” Ben insisted. Evie gave him a look, like she did when Carlos insisted he hadn't been up all night even though he was covered in motor oil.

“I’m serious.” Ben continued. “A lot of people have issues with how they look, and for the record, you’re one of the most beautiful people I've ever seen. And even if you weren't, that wouldn't mean you are any less of a person. Hell, I look like a boiled mushroom, and i’m gonna be king soon!” He laughed, face bright red.

Evie smiled at him, tired but genuine. “Thanks, Ben.”

He smiled back at her. “It’s not a problem, really.”

Evie glanced at the clock on the wall. “Should we go back to class?”

Ben checked his watch. “If you want too?” He looked up at her, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Or we could keep ditching. I know that a fresh shipment of ice cream just came in, and no one should be in the kitchens right now.”

Evie laughed. “Sure, lets go.”

-=+=-

Mal watched Jay from the corner of her eye as she ate. The two were situated in a secluded corner of the field for lunch, and Jay had been weirdly silent the past few days. It was a bit worrying, but she knew she didn’t need to push, at least not for him, Jay was surprisingly open to discussing stuff with the other four after he had time to process it himself.

They sat for a little while longer. Eventually, Jay broke the almost-silence around them.

“Mal.” He said her name almost like a request. She relaxed slightly, and turned to him.

“What’s up?” She asked, gentle in a way she could only be when she was alone with one of the others.

Jay hesitated. “I think there's something wrong with the bracelet.”

“What?” Mal’s relief at the fact that Jay was ready to talk instantly dissipated. She grabbed at his arm to look at his wrist, knowing full well that if anyone besides her, Carlos, or Evie tried that Jay’d probably have fucking decked them.

“It-” Jay cut himself off with a sigh. “The other day, that window that exploded, I think that was me. I was… thinking about stuff, and all of a sudden the bracelet got super hot and the window shattered.”

Mal frowned. “This was supposed to drain your magic but…. Well, your a Djinn.” She whispered the word, even though they were alone. ”You generate a lot of magic, much more than we do. More than the bracelet can contain.”

Jay’s eyebrows scrunched. “I thought it like released the magic or something?”

“In theory, yeah.” Mal huffed. “Magic is active, it’s a form of energy. It never stops moving, and it doesn't stay in a container for long. It passively leaks out on its own, that's why nothing happens unless you try to use the magic. But you generate so much, it fills up faster than it gets rid of it. So, you’re left with magic of your own.”

Jay’s expression became stricken with fear, and his breathing hitched. Mal internally berated herself for how blunt she could be.

“So then, what do I do?” He asked, voice strained.

Mal grabbed his hand. “First take a breath.” She told him. He scowled for a moment, but then seemed to force himself to take a grounding breath.

“Okay.” She breathed, interlocking their fingers. “I’ll get E to make a few more of these, okay? And I’ll curse ‘em with the same thing. I’ll try and see if we can find a more permanent solution, maybe C can find something online. But it’s gonna be fine, okay?”

Jay took another breath, and buried his face in her shoulder, nodding into it. Her arms wrapped around his back.

“Alright.”

#keep them close #descendants

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hey-hey-chan · 6 years

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Afraid of Falling - Changbin

❀ Comedy, fluff, college!au

❀ Word Count: 3.2K

❀ Starting a school year isn’t easy, especially when you swear off boys for the entire year. When an annoying, yet attractive, guy moves in across your dorm, that promise becomes harder to keep.

❀ a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY @changbeanie AKA MISSUS RUBY !!! I LOVE U SM AND THANK U FOR BEING AN AMAZING FRIEND AND AN AMAZING LIFE MENTOR FOR ME !! I LOVE U !! :DD and pls follow my advice and find a nice manz in college. or at least dont be afraid of it ;-;

“New year, new problems.” My roommate said. She was unpacking all her clothes and dumped them into her respective closet. I shook my head at the debby downer.

“Ok true, but you didn’t have to say it out loud.” I noted.

I was in my sophomore year of college and although I was excited for the new experiences, I knew the school year was going to be hardest than the last. Especially with my new internship that I’ll have to be working around my homework time.

“Of course I did. Hey, did Seolhyun message you if she’s here yet?” I checked my phone and of course, I saw the message from the girl.

“Yes, she texted that she was going to be late ‘cause she had to pick up a burger...on her way to move in day.” My other roommate, Jimin, just let out a chuckle.

“Sounds like Seolhyun.”

It was my second year with these two girls and I would’ve have it any other way. We were practically family now.

“Hey, I still have some stuff in my car but I have to unpack this, could you-” Before she could finish her sentence, I was already putting on my shoes.

“Fine, Jimin, but you owe me.” She gave me her signature puppy eyes while I strolled out of the door. Jimin could be extremely lazy at times, but I wasn’t gonna turn down seeing new freshmen hussle into their dorms.

As I was turning the corner, I felt my body crash into a firmer one, sending me back to hit the wall behind me. My tiny body fell to the ground at my weak legs.

“OH MY GOD! I’m so sorry!” I heard a deeper voice say. I groaned in pain from the collision, but once I opened my eyes, I felt myself stammering over my words.

The boy in front of me had bright eyes and a mischievous smile, but his eyes looked genuinely worried about my well-being.

But I was supposed to be pissed at him. So I glared at him. Or tried my best to.

“Um, it’s fine.” I dusted myself off and turned to the staircase.

“Wait!” He called out. I whipped my head around politely, but felt the urge to run away from this boy who made my heart skip a beat.

“Yes?” The boy gave me a small smirk and extended his hand to me.

“I’m Changbin, I think we live on the same floor?” He then pointed to his dorm and I saw it was right across from mine...great.

“Y/n, and yup I guess we do. Well, I have to go pick up some stuff for my roomie, but I’ll see you around?” I said nicely. Changbin gave me a slow nod and waved me off. Before he could say anything else, I ran off, practically sprinting to get Jimin’s stuff.

I felt my heart pounding uncontrollably in my chest like I was some kind of 16 year old girl, yet I couldn’t help the attraction I held for the random boy. I shook those thoughts away.

“Relationships are terrible. Stick to the plan and you’ll get things done this year. You have no time for a stupid college romance.” I muttered to myself.

The more I muttered these words, the more I believed them. So I will keep muttering them.

As I walked back up from my friend’s car, I felt my disappointment when I didn’t see Changbin. I ignored the disappointment in my heart and walked into my dorm.

Once I walked into, I saw 3 unexpected visitors. And one of them was Changbin. Great.

I immediately saw a happy Seolhyun who was leaning against her bed with a bunch of bags in her hands.

“Y/N!” The girl ran up to hug me and I felt myself awkwardly wrap my arms around her.

“Hey, who is this?” The three boys gave me small smiles, making me feel weird at all the attention.

“Oh! This is Woojin, Chan, and Changbin! They live across the hall from us!” Before the girl could even finish talking, Changbin butt in.

“Yeah, and we were just asking if you guys were coming to the movie night in the commons this evening. They’re showing Crazy Rich Asians.” Immediately, my eyes lit up.

“Oof, you spoke the golden words. Y/n loves that movie.” I turned a bright red as Changbin cooed, but I pulled myself together.

“I mean, who can’t? It’s such a cute movie and even though it has a crazy, unimaginable plot, it’s all about family and shows normal values and struggles regular people have.” Once I stopped talking, I realized how much I rambled and everyone was staring at me. I combed my hair to the side and made my way to my desk.

“So I take it as you’re coming?”

“Yes.”

----

Soon, the clock hit 7:49 PM, meaning it was time to head down to the commons.

“So, you and Changbin?” Jimin teased. I refused to let my anxiety show, so I shrugged her off.

“What about me and Changbin?” I retorted. Seolhyun scoffed and grabbed our keys from one of the shelves.

“Seriously? He is totally into you?” I knew my cheeks were a light blush, but I ignored it.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. He’s just being friendly.” Jimin let out a hum of disapproval and shook her head.

“Yeah right, the boy was practically drooling at you, it was lowkey disturbing.”

“He was not drooling. That’s gross.” Seolhyun shrugged.

“It was something like that.” She noted.

Before they could say anything else, we arrived at the commons. I saw groups of girls gossiping to one another and a few familiar faces scattered the hall, but before I could look any harder, a familiar face popped up once again.

“Hey, you made it.” Changbin noted with a smile. I scanned his outfit and noticed he was wearing all black, just like me. He had a tight black t-shirt on and black joggers, paired with black Nikes. I had on an almost identical outfit.

“Yeah, um, I told you I was coming? My favorite movie? Hello?” I teased. Now it was his turn to blush a light pink. Now I felt nervous.

“True. But I don’t know, some girls I know like to cancel plans randomly.” I shrugged and gave him a serious stare.

“Well, I’m not one of those girls.”

“Hello? Is this mic on hehe?” The MC, who I noticed was Chan, moved the mic closer to his mouth, making the familiar high pitched echo resonate throughout the room. Even I flinched at the noise. “Ooops! Well, hello all of you pretty faces! I’m sure all of you know that we will be showing the famous Crazy Rich Asians!” The whole crowd cheered, including me.

“We will be getting started shortly, but please, get seated and be kind to your neighbors so you don’t ruin the experience for them, ok? Ok!” Chan hopped off the stage and went to plug in something to the big projector.

“He’s a character, huh?” I almost forgot the boy was standing next to me.

“Oh, Chan? Yeah I mean, he’s interesting but he seems nice.” I said truthfully. Changbin took a swig of his Coke and nodded.

“That’s exactly how I would describe him.” The boy then looked around, making me do the same. And then I realized my friends ditched me. Great. “Hey, wanna grab a seat?” I nodded forcefully, still angry my friends left me with some random guy. Like what if I didn’t like him? What if he was creepy?

I took a seat next to Changbin, carefully avoiding his body so we wouldn’t get any awkward body contact.

“You want anything to eat?” I shook my head politely, even though I really wanted some popcorn.

“Nope, I’m fine.”

I was simply just too lazy to get up. Soon, the movie started, which thankfully ended the chat between Changbin and I.

---

The movie was ... more uneventful than I thought. I avoided all conversation with Changbin during the movie because I hate when people talk during movies. Thankfully, the boy didn’t really talk either.

When the ending scene came on, tears were filled in my eyes and I casually wiped them away so I wouldn’t seem sensitive.

“Are you crying?” The boy teased. I quickly turned my head.

“Yes! It’s sad so what if I’m crying?” I spat.

The boy sat up from his laying position and stared at me with a curious glint in his eye. “Hey girl, slow your roll. I was just asking. You’re a pretty crier.” He noted. If my cheeks weren’t already so red, I would be blushing. Thank god I was crying.

The lights came on and everyone was a tired mess. It was only 11pm yet I already wanted to crawl into my bed.

“Hey, so..” I heard the boy start. I tensed up at his voice. “Do you like, wanna hang out sometime?”

Wait, what?

I felt my heart tense up even more and a chill ran down my spine out of nervousness. What do I say? Do I say yes? I just met this guy like this morning!

“Umm... sorry I’m just not looking for a relationship.” I blurted. Right as the words left my mouth, I wanted to take them back once I saw his hurt expression. “I mean, it’s nothing with you, it’s just...”

“You.” He whispered softly. I nodded sadly.

“Yeah just-”

Suddenly, I saw the familiar figure float by, sending my body into a mini shock.

Changbin quickly caught onto my anxiety and looked behind him. “What?” I shook my head, my eyes not leaving the person.

“N-nothing. It’s fine.” Changbin raised a brow at my pitiful excuse.

“You sure, it’s doesn’t-” He was cut off when I felt my body jump back out of reflex at the dude. Changbin turned around and looked in the direction of my eyes. “Your ex?” He whispered. I gulped and nodded.

“You still like him?”

I scoffed and shook my head harder.

“Hell to the no. He’s just a total creep and weirdo. I hate him oh God why is he here?” I mumbled quickly. Out of nowhere, the heathen started to walk in my direction. “Oh shit.”

“Is he coming this way?”

I nodded slightly, trying to avoid how close he was getting. I felt my heart pound, wondering why the boy was coming over here.

“Ok, sorry for this.”

Before I could ask any questions, Changbin’s lips were on mine.

Wait.

What.

The kiss was gentle yet passionate, making me want to run away yet stay planted for a long, long time.

Where the hell was this boy my whole life and why does he kiss so well?

Before I knew it, the kiss was over when he pulled back softly, still a close distance from my face.

“Good?”

I shakily looked passed him and nodded. “Good.” I whispered out.

Suddenly, the situation seemed too real for me. My heart was beating out of my chest and my hands were turning cold. What is wrong with you, y/n? You’ve only known this guy one day.

“Hey, are you-”

“Sorry, I have to go.” I quickly picked up my purse and ran upstairs, passing all my friends and people trying to say hi to me.

I quickly ran into my room and shut the door quietly. I ran my fingers through my hair and tried to calm my labored breathing.

“What the hell was that?” I whispered to nobody. My goal this year wasn’t to make friends or a boyfriend, it was to stay focused on school. And here I was. Standing in the middle of an empty room only thinking about the boy’s lips on mine. I shook away the thought and crawled into bed. “That was fun while it lasted. But you have better things to worry about.”

I slowly closed my eyes and fell asleep, swearing to myself I would never talk to the boy again.

-----

The next week went by somewhat smoothly. I didn’t get lost on my way to classes and I didn’t get alone with Changbin once this week.

Soon, the sun went down and the sky was dark, signaling it was time to get ready for bed.

“Hey, y/n, wanna go brush up with us?” I looked over at the two girls but waved them off.

“Nah, I gotta finish my essay first.” I muttered. I couldn’t focus on anything else when I was in my zone. Typing was pretty much the only thing that made me happy, and I was writing about a topic I was passionate about.

“Suit yourself.”

The night went by and finally, at 2am, the essay was finally done. I set down my coffee and stood up. Knowing I wasn’t going to get any sleep tonight, I got up and went to use the bathroom. I left the room quietly and brought my toiletries with me. I carefully shut the door, hoping I wouldn’t wake the other two up.

I walked into the girl’s bathrooms and did my nightly routine, feeling groggy and awake from the coffee- it was a weird feeling.

I rubbed my eyes and slowly walked back to my dorm. I dug through my pockets to look for the key.

Shit.

forgot

key.

“Oh my shit.” I muttered sadly. Now, I felt fully awake and ready to cry. How could I have let this happen? “That’s the last time I’m drinking coffee that late.” I mumbled.

“Y/n?”

Oh great. This night just keeps getting better and better. I closed my eyes and forced a smile. “Hey, Changbin.” The suspicious boy raised a brow and looked at me and then at my door.

“You’re locked out.” I crossed my arms, mirroring his stance.

“Ok, so what if I am?” I said with a higher tone. Why does he have to be here? Out of all the nights?

Changbin leaned against his door and rolled his eyes. “Nothing, I wasn’t gonna say anything mean.” I said nothing to his words as we both stood in complete silence. Talk about awkward.

“Well, I was actually on my way to the cafe. You wanna come with?” I raised a brow at his statement.

“A cafe? It’s 2am!” I exclaimed quietly, careful not to wake the others. Changbin gave me the familiar smirk and shrug that made my heart flutter.

“You have something better to do?

----

The cafe was brightly lit which made me squint to stare at my coffee. I twirled around he little wooden stick and ignored Changbin’s intense stare. The boy was wearing a black shirt with a blue flannel on the outside. He was wearing his familiar black beanie and black joggers as well. He hadn’t changed.

I took a light sip of my coffee, careful not to spill. “So, why have you been ignoring me?” He deadpanned. I choked. I covered my mouth with a napkin to hold in the hot liquid.

“Um, what do you mean? I haven’t-”

Changbin interrupted me by scoffing and leaning back in his chair. “Y/n, I’m not stupid. I know you’ve been avoiding me and...” His voice trailed off, leaving me on edge. “And I don’t know why. I swear I thought we clicked right away. I would’ve have kissed you if it made you uncomfortable. I’m sorry.” He apologized sincerely, but I could tell he also felt a bit awkward and a bit upset with himself.

I shook my head quickly. “No, no, it’s wasn’t that. I mean, sorta, not really.” I sighed and leaned in my chair. “It’s complicated.” I mumbled. Changbin raised a brow and fiddled with his coffee.

He said nothing and I’m not sure if I wanted him to, because I spilled m feelings anyways. It was 2AM and I was feeling quite open.

“Ok, so basically, um, the kiss...wasn’t bad.” I noticed the smirk on his face and narrowed my eyes at him, but said nothing. “But...” I sighed.

He chuckled softly. “But is the worst word in the human language.”

“But I’m just...not ready for a relationship right now.” I said quickly, hopeful not to hurt his feelings. Honestly, I wasn’t even sure if I was lying or not. I’d never expected a relationship, but with Changbin, I wouldn’t be upset about exploring one.

Changbin sighed and leaned back in his chair. “Is it ‘cause of your ex?” He asked. I nodded slightly.

“Well, some about that, some about just...I don’t know, I don’t feel ready.” He raised a brow. “I guess I’m afraid I guess.” I whispered softly.

I wasn’t sure why I was telling him this. Probably because it’s so late-or early- and my mind was all jumbled and emotional.

At my words, his face turned hard, but then loosened. I wasn’t sure what he was thinking.

We sat in silence for a moments while he took a big gulp of his coffee. My hands were shaking, I don’t know from the caffeine or the anxiety.

“You know,” He started. “You shouldn’t be afraid of love.” I ignored his words and mindlessly traced the designs on my mug.

“Everyone is. It’s normal.” I said truthfully.

“I’m not.” The boy proclaimed proudly. I scoffed and shook my head. “Serious, I’m not. I love love. I love falling in love. I love being in love. I even love just loving.” The boy confessed. I felt my cheeks go deep red by him saying “love” so many times, but I hit them with my sleeves.

“Even if someone doesn’t love you back? Even if someone hurts you? Do you even love then?” I asked softly.

I heard the worker in the back shifting around, filling up the empty silence. The clock was ticking louder than usual as I was waiting for his response.

Then, like I expected from Changbin, he laughed heartily and gave me a sweet smile.

“You plan on breaking my heart, y/n?”

I felt my cheeks heat up and I laughed awkwardly to cover my awkwardness.

The boy chuckled and shook his head. The boy opened up to say something, but my phone buzzed loudly. He gestured to me to look at it.

‘dude, where tf are you????’ I shook my head at Jimin’s question.

‘i got locked out im a doofus. at a cafe’

‘alone??’

‘no.. with changbin’

‘..... come back whenever u want. i’ll leave ur key outside. im going back 2 sleep’

‘thanks jimin!’

“Jimin’s awake.” I noted. The boy stood up and pushed in his chair.

“It’s late, we should get back now anyways.” I nodded, tossing out my empty coffee cup.

“You’re right.”

The walk back to the school wasn’t long, it was merely a close 5 minutes, probably even shorter because of the empty roads. Soon, we reached our building and were doing that awkward goodbye thing couples do. Expect we weren’t a couple. Not yet. I shook that thought away.

“No.” I jumped in shock at his random outburst.

“W-what?”

“No I’m not scared.” He looked at me intensely. Usually I would want to run away, but this time, I just wanted to keep this stance. I didn’t feel scared with Changbin, I just felt...at home. Like this was completely normal.

“I’m not scared of not being loved back. Because my biggest fear is not trying at all.”

At those words, he gave me a small smile and unlocked his door softly.

“Good night, y/n.”

I gave him a smile and mustered up the courage to grab his hand and squeeze it, surprising him.

“Good night, Changbin.”

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glittergeoff · 7 years

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eli cooper

summary: betty’s just tired of being betty. a fic where betty doesn’t know who she is and jughead helps find her.

authors note: lmao my first fic pls don’t burn me at the stake

She feels everything when he’s around.

Normally She doesn’t feel at all, hiding behind the tired mask of Betty Cooper. Betty Cooper, sure she’ll do your math homework! Betty Cooper, of course she’ll peer tutor in Chemistry. Betty Cooper: a perfect, all american, girl next door.

Too bad she doesn’t know who she actually is anymore.

But he, he, makes the armor go away in a flash. A smile, a glance her direction it’s like she can breathe again and see through her own eyes, not Betty’s.

“I don’t understand why this is so hard for you Elizabeth!” Her mother, equally as perfect Alice Cooper, screamed towards her. “All you have to do is just go on a date with him, it’s not like I’m asking you to marry the boy.” She scoffed at Betty, finding her reluctance disrespectful.

“Mom, I have a boyfriend! Jughead Jones, remember?” Betty said exasperatedly. She itched to curl her fists, to diminish the anger riding up inside of her but all of the sudden it’s like he was right there next to her. Putting his hand in her own.

“Betty still going on with the Jones boy? When will you understand Betty people like us just don’t mesh with people like him. The Riverdale Tribune is our biggest rival Elizabeth, going on one date with Trevor will maybe help ease up the tension between us and his parents. They might finally get their heads on straight and realize that The Register is the paper this town needs.” Alice planned.

“God mom are you even hearing yourself right now? When do I start getting to do things for me?” Betty swore she felt a tear cowardly escape but she pushed it aside. “I do everything for you. I’m going to be valedictorian, co-captain of the cheer squad, editor in chief of the blue and gold, all for you. When does my life become mine!” A silence stilled between the two blondes. Betty felt her blood pumping she never, never, has talked to her mother like that before. The shock rained down on the two and it was like a dam broke loose.

“Elizabeth-” Her mother started, rage creeping in her tone.

“No, not now. I’m going I’ll- I’ll see you later.” She blew out taking a step towards the front door.

“Betty where do you think you’re going?”

“Not here.” Betty said with finality, slamming the door shut and walking outside. She took a deep breath and walked to the one place where Betty didn’t have to come too.

________

Her hand barely even touched the door before it was swung open, her mouth hung open in surprise.

“I saw you walking in.” Jughead said with a smirk but it quickly fell when he saw her hands shaking and eyes shifting anywhere but the coolness of his.

“Betts-” He started pulling her in but was quickly cut off by her.

“Don’t” She choked out “Just, don’t call me that right now okay?” She pleaded. That was all it took for Jughead. One question, one look and she could have him driving to Alaska right now.

“Okay.” He pulled her in and shut the door behind her. “God you’re freezing did you walk here” Jughead asked, sitting her on the couch and grabbing one of the blankets to throw around her. She dumbly nodded her head, her mind elsewhere. Jughead couldn’t help but notice she looked like a shell of herself, like everything was just slightly out of place.

“What’s going on?” He asked her calmly, taking her hands in his own.

“I, I just want…” She trailed off. How could she phrase this without sounding like a crazy person? That she wanted to stop being Betty? That’s stupid. ‘That’s what crazy people sound like’ her mother whispered in her head. ‘Just like Polly’. She visibly shuddered

“What do you want, just tell me. You’re okay” Jughead reassured softly, his eyes understanding and the moment she finally locked her eyes with his it seemed the armor finally cracked and broke all at once.

“I just want to stop being Betty.” She choked out. Before she knew it tears were falling rapidly down her cheeks and her breath not being able to catch up with the broken sobs that went through her. Jughead on instinct wrapped his arms around the blonde as she clutched his shirt, holding on for dear life, as if he would fade away if she didn’t hold on hard enough.

“You can be whoever you want to be babe, around me be whoever you want” He whispered into her hair, quietly shushing her and holding her equally as tight. He couldn’t help but feel that this was his fault. The move to the southside, the serpents, he isn’t there to ground her anymore. He thought they were doing okay, that Betty was doing okay. But this, this isn’t what okay looks like. Her sobs quieted as she slowly untangled herself from his arms.

“I just want for everything to stop” She said hoarsely, meeting Jugheads intense eyes.

“What do you mean?” He said loosely wrapping an arm around her. She couldn’t help but follow his hand to where it rested on her perfectly pink cardigan.

“I-” She started, reaching for the right thing to say but coming up empty “I don’t know.” She said dumbly, resting her head back on the worn in couch.

“You told me to not call you Betty.” He reminded her, “Why?” He asked timidly, like a child asking for a cookie.

Betty thought for a minute, the silence raking over the two. “Betty belongs to everyone but me” She whispered, “Betty Cooper: 4.0 GPA, cheerleader, peer tutor, tour guide, your resident all american perfect girl next door.” She said bitterly.

“You don’t need to be perfect around me” Jughead said softly, “Or around anyone for that matter.”

She smiled but no matter how hard she tries Jughead knew it was a grimace “I wish it was that easy Jug.” She tried smiling her classic Betty Cooper smile, her armor, but only solidified her messed-up state more.

“Hey stop- stop that.” Jughead demanded, seeing her walls go back up. “Not around me Betts, never around me.” He pleaded, trying to make her eyes meet his own. Once he succeeded she swallowed thickly at the sincerity in his tone and the trust he offered in his eyes.

“Okay.” She agreed. She could trust Jughead, she knew she could. God she trusted the boy with her life. But this, letting him into the mess, helping her find who she is, what she is, that’s a whole other level of vulnerability.

“So, what do you need me to do?” He asked patiently, loosely stroking his thumb, trying to soothe her.

“I don’t know” She quickly shook her head “I mean, I just, I’m just so tired of everyone expecting everything from me so I’ve just sort of separated myself and Betty? God I sound crazy but Betty just became my armor if that makes sense? But now I don’t even know who I am if I’m not Betty. I have no idea what the hell I want to do with my life and why I just can’t-” Jughead cut her off with a quick kiss. He pulled back in less than a second and smiled at her fondly.

“Okay.” He paused. “Okay, we’re gonna find who you really are. To hell with Betty Cooper!” Jughead announced proudly with a boyish grin, “And I, Jughead Jones, promise to be next to you for it every step of the way.” Despite his tone she could tell how serious he was. She always could.

“I love you Juggie.” She said with a grin wrapping her arms around him.

“I love you too Be- shit we gotta find you a new name.” Jughead pulled away seriously, genuinely trying to think of a new name. She let out a small giggle

“Jug I don’t need a new name-” she started but was cut of passionately by the brunette.

“No no, did you not just hear the romantic and quite boisterous claim I just made? You know ‘To hell with Betty Cooper!’ and all that. I plan to fulfill my promise.” Jughead said matter-of-factly. She smiled at her boyfriend stupidly.

“Okay, okay! So, what’s my new name?” She humored him, albeit successfully when his eyes lit up with mischief.

“Liz!”

“No.”

“Big E.”

“No! Jug what?”

“Big Coop?”

“Jug stop” She’s laughing uncontrollably at this point.

“Okay, Okay I have one more” Jug said, smiling at the sight of his girlfriend’s infectious smile.

“What is it, Betty Bees?” She snorted, laughing even more at the thought.

“What about Eli?”

“Eli?” She questioned, sounding out the name. “I don’t know…” She trailed off, she liked the sound of it but it was just so different, so not Betty.

“Think about it, Eli, Elizabeth, completely detached from Betty. Plus, the name Eli is kinda hot” Jughead grinned. Betty looked at him and sighed, that grin could make her do anything.

“Okay, Eli it is.” Betty, now Eli, said with humor in her voice.

“Yes!” Jughead exclaimed but his mood suddenly changed “Do you hear that Eli?” He whispered eerily.

Eli furrowed her brows “No? What?”

“The sound of the world finally shifting back in it’s place! Eli Cooper is here to give ‘em hell!” He exclaimed jumping up and down childishly.

With humor in her tone, “God you’re such a dork!” She giggled out.

“But” Jughead said, stopping his loud jumps to take her hands into his own, “I’m a dork who is completely in love with every single part of you, Eli Cooper.”

#bughead #bughead fanfiction #bughead fic #betty x jughead #jughead jones #betty cooper

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By some small miracle, chanyeol makes it back to his apartment, jongin in tow. He thought they had taken uber pool but apparently not so they were having an impromptu drunken sleepover.

Chanyeol’s place is mini sized. It’s got zero bedrooms, one bath, and a small kitchen. they nearly trip over and die over the shoes at the door but somehow manage to land on the bed [if you can even call it that]. It’s nothing more than a futon on the floor with a bunch of pillows and some stuffed animals.

Jongin’s sprawled on his back, chanyeol side eyes his sockless state of foot that had probably been sockless since the start. That guy never liked socks. Chanyeol never liked sweaty feet from not wearing socks. It could not go on like this. He’s about to voice his views on this matter when jongin drops his phone on his own face.

Chanyeol bursts out laughing, jongin’s groaning background noise.

“are you okay?” chanyeol asks to be ‘polite.’ Jongin scowls and the phone slips out of his hand again. “you are not okay.” Chanyeol confirms.

“my screen is so bright dude.” Jongin complains. “its blinding”

“you can change it on your settings.”

“I did – oh shit!”

“what?!”

“kyungsoo called me.”

Chanyeol’s eyes widen. A mad kyungsoo was basically the end of your days. Or jongin’s days at least.

“why didn’t you answer it?” chanyeol asks in horror.

“I didn’t hear it!” jongin yells.

Chanyeol shakes his head and reaches for his phone. “oooooooo. he called me too.”

��seriously?!”

“deadass.”

“oh my god… I wouldn’t be surprised if he showed up here any second now…” jongin blinks up at the ceiling seemingly having accepted his fate.

“fuck that.” Chanyeol scoffs laying on his side and snuggling the nearest pillow. “tell him youre staying over. Im sure he can survive one night without you.”

“okay.”

“stop saying okay.”

“okay.”

“I changed my mind, have him come here and get you the fuck out of my bed.”

“im sorry.”

Chanyeol throws a stuffed toy at him, reminds himself to say sorry to rainbow [his alpaca] later for using him as a weapon, and reaches for his laptop.

“I’ma throw up.”

“go to the bathroom.”

“okay.”

Chanyeol barely gives jongin the time of day as the younger male wobbles to the toilet. That’s what he gets. He had spent a whopping $80 earlier and it did not even include tip yet.

The alcohol is still rampant in his veins, chanyeols cheeks are flushed despite the cool temperate of his room. His eyes feels heavy, sleep threatening to overcome him soon. But he had some business he had to take care of. It was only 6pm [ they had been at the beer and chicken place for 4 hours before migrating to the nearest bar and ordering more rounds ] [ thankfully lit!jongin had been in a friendly mood and paid for it that time ]

Chanyeol quickly logs onto his tumblr and in five seconds flat uploads his video, checks bkhyn92s page, sees no updates, and slams his laptop shut. He lays down and is idly wondering if he had a password lock on there when he feels jongin collapse next to him, out like a light.

-- it isn’t morning yet when chanyeol wakes up next.

Its his turn to yack it.

Feeling like he was going to give birth through his mouth to a mutant chicken beer and soju blob chanyeol barely makes it to the bowl of his toilet.

“help me im dying.” He says to his shower curtain. it is of no help as the 2nd round causes chanyeol’s eyes to water.

After making a blood oath with himself in his mind to never drink again, chanyeol’s got the taste of tooth paste in his mouth instead of well. We don’t need to describe it.

The time on the microwave glimmers at him in the darkness.

10;30pm

Chanyeol settles on his bed, trying to ignore jongin cuddling rainbow the alpaca and is about to drift back off into much needed sleep when his phone vibrates loudly.

BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT.

BZZZZZZZT.

Ignore it, chanyeol thinks.

BZZZZZZZT BZZT BZZT BZZZZZZZZZZZZT

Don’t ignore it, chanyeol reconsiders.

With a dramatic FUCK MY LIFE muttered under his breath, chanyeol answers without looking.

“WHAT.”

“hello chanyeol.”

He blanches. That voice.

“s-soo?”

Do kyungsoo, the guardian of the seven rings of hell. No jk. But he totally can be if he ever applied for that job.

“nice of you to answer. I don’t know what I would have done if you didn’t.”

“of course. Um.”

“jongin there?”

“yeah. He’s knocked out.” Chanyeol says apologetically hating how he was going to get the blame for jongin’s idea to get shitfaced in mid afternoon.

“is he ok?” kyungsoo asks, instead of the SEND ME YOUR LOCATION for proof chanyeol was expecting. Kyungsoo was a bit overprotective in the cutest and deadliest way possible.

“he should be.” chanyeol kicks jongin in the leg to see if he is alive. Jongin groans. “yeah hes fine. Did you want to come swoop him?”

“no way. He might yack in my car.”

Such a caring bf. That’s bae. Jongin was a lucky guy.

“well don’t worry, hes safe here with me. Unless he tries to draw a penis on my face. Then I cant make any promises.”

“my relationship turnover was coming up anyway.” Kyungsoo jokes darkly. Chanyeol snickers despite a small voice in his mind squeaking pls don’t hurt me through out this whole conversation. “by the way, I heard you were going on a date with Baekhyun tomorrow.”

Jesus did jongin alert the media? Was there a new snapchat filter for this too? which countries still didn’t know? Has that billboard for rent been bought out to make a glowing neon sign yet? Did he make a medical breakthrough to relay messages to fetuses in the wombs as well? You know, since he felt the need to open his big mouth and tell everyone.

“uh. Yeah. I guess.”

“I’m pretty excited to see how this turns out.”

“do you know Baekhyun?” chanyeol asks curiously. One part of him felt kinda weird talking to kyungsoo on the phone while his boyfriend was spooning an alpaca.

“we went to the same music school together.”

“oh.” Chanyeol, the greatest conversationalist ever. Replies.

“he’s a nice guy once you get to know him. Don’t be offended by his ratchet self. He may seem like a thot, but that’s just an image he tries to maintain.” Kyungsoo says helpfully.

Chanyeol meanwhile is trying to do some math in his head. Did he hear correctly? Was he still drunk? Why on earth would anyone want to up hold their thottie honor? This is why chanyeol was single.

“don’t tell him I told you this, but hes still pretty down in the dumps about his break up. He was actually serious about that guy. It just didn’t work out you know?”

“uhhuh.” Chanyeol wanted to know more but at the same time he didn’t want to pry. He was raised to be respectful of other peoples business. Baekhyuns secrets, personal and his, didn’t need to be told to him by someone else.

“I could tell you more if you want.”

“sure.”

That previous paragraph never happened.

“he’s probably going to try to smash.”

“what.”

“yeah. Havent you heard the best way to get over a guy is to get under another one?”

No. of course not. the last time he checked he hadn’t subscribed to the Thotsmopolitan.

“are you sure about this?” chanyeol asks swallowing hard, the feeling of nervousness deep-throating him.

“yup.” A yawn. “I might have said too much.”

“wait. So should i… you know.”

“if you like him, you shouldn’t.”

Ah yes. that made total sense. Don’t get into the pants of someone youre feeling.

“because that will automatically make you look like a fuckboy. it’s a test of sorts. That’s why im telling you. I think youd be a good match for him.”

“why is that?”

“youd just balance each other out.”

Chanyeols starting to wonder just how much kyungsoo knew about him. Whenever he third wheeled it was all good times; karaoke bowling pet cafes… nothing ever deep. Perhaps jongin be talking shit?

“anyway. Good luck tomorrow and have fun! Tell jongin he better be home before I wake up with breakfast ready or else.”

“yes sir!”

“goodnight chanyeol.”

sweet

“So you’re chanyeol?”

“yes. last time I checked.”

Baekhyun looks amused despite the judgemental tone of his voice.

Chanyeol just looks uncomfortable.

The date came sooner than he would like [he had a mere less than 24 hours to prepare himself and half those hours were him hungover on soju]. Now he found himself sitting in the same chicken and beer spot [seriously was there no other place to go to around these parts?] with jongin’s music teacher for company.

“and when was that?” Baekhyun asks innocently sipping at his water. Chanyeol takes note of his hands. Theyre very pretty. Like the rest of the guy. Except when he opens his mouth. He seems to be snarky but playful which isn’t bad, but chanyeol is socially awkward at times like these.

He swallows a weird lump in his throat. “um.” He didn’t quite know how to answer that.

“kidding!” Baekhyun laughs. “I don’t need to know last time you checked.”

Then why did you ask, chanyeol thinks crazily. He sips his water too with a pained smile. Baekhyun was seriously intimidating and he didn’t know why. Maybe its because they were both sober and what kyungsoo had said echoes back and forth in chanyeol’s mind like a 1980s horror cartoon. ‘he’s gonna wanna smaaaaaaaaaAssshhhhhhhhh’ kyungsoo replayss in a creepy singsong voice.

“want to get something to drink?” chanyeol blurts.

Baekhyun raises an eyebrow. “do you want to get me drunk…?”

“no! no. I just.” Chanyeol rambles, horrified at the insinuation. He wasn’t a fuckboy!

“chill. I wanna get me drunk.” Baekhyun winks. “a pitcher and a bottle of chamisul sound good to you?”

“sounds good, yeah, great actually.” Chanyeol agrees nodding his head repeatedly. Baekhyun laughs again.

“someones eager.” Baekhyun comments. “or a raging alcoholic.”

Chanyeol pouts but he realizes Baekhyun is just teasing.

The alcohol arrives soon enough and after the first two soju bombs chanyeol is feeling less stressed and more relaxed. Baekhyun looks the same, a sign he must have high alcohol tolerance. Whos the raging alcoholic now?

“tell me about yourself.” Baekhyun drawls, gaze focused solely on chanyeol. His pretty eyes are outlined with black liner, and despite appearing as sober as fifteen minutes ago has a slight pink glow dusting across his cheek bones. “why are you single.”

Chanyeol blinks, has to seriously come up with an answer to that question. He ends up laughing awkwardly, scratching his head. “oh I guess I just don’t really have much time to date and plus its hard to meet people nowadays, I think… “

“How long have you been single?”

“Um… a few months,” A FEW YEARS, his mind and penis scream at him in devastation.

“Ooh. No hook ups or anything?” Baekhyun asks casually pouring a shot for the both of them.

Chanyeol isn’t sure if he should confess to not having boned in A FEW YEARS or to try and seem cool by saying he got hoes in different area codes. But he didn’t wanna be a fuckboy. gods, was this a test? There was no winning!

“No…” he ends up answering honestly. He takes his shot without Baekhyun and downs his beer.

Baekhyun looks truly surprised. “wow. So you’re saying you haven’t gotten laid in months?” he whistles, and takes his drink.

“its not really a big deal to me,” chanyeol explains hastily, defending his unwanted chastity belt.

“uhhuh.” Baekhyun nods, pouring yet another set of beer and soju. “hooking up isn’t a big deal to you.”

“no!” chanyeol exclaims. “no, I meant. Like. Nevermind.”

Baekhyun smiles coyly at him through his eyelashes. “cheers to that.”

“cheers to what?”

“hooking up.”

They down their respective alcohol even though chanyeol isn’t sure what the hell that meant but strangely finds himself not too worried. Baekhyuns presence is becoming comfortable, and with every shot, chanyeol feels like he can be more and more himself. Baekhyun laughs a lot at his reactions and stories, and chanyeol is captivated everytime Baekhyun opens his mouth, looks at him, pours drink, takes a shot, anything really. Baekhyun is truly gorgeous, and attractive af. There was just something about him and chanyeol is suddenly thinking about baekhyuns previous question except about Baekhyun – why was he single?

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