#edit: also the text they sent me cancelling said ‘i hate to do this’ no you don’t!!!

[spinningintheshadows]

wanna do it anyway? || rafe cameron

After breaking up with her boyfriend, the photographer that Piper had arranged and paid for a boudoir shoot asks if she wants to do it anyway.

fanon photographer!rafe x plus size!oc, *SMUT; oral (f&m recieving), fingering, semi protected sex (oc is on bc)*

Rafe bit his lip as he looked at his schedule for the day. He was up early, seven o’clock, drinking his coffee as he glanced at the schedule book. He had two appointments booked today, the McJones family photos at 10:00, and then scribbled messily underneath it at 1:00 was Piper Harris - Boudoir. That was the one he was most concerned about. Not that he’d never done boudoir shoots before, but because it was Piper, his high school crush.

Piper Harris also didn’t fit the norm of his normal boudoir shoots, where the girls had been stick thin, almost to where you could see their bones sticking out of their bodies. Piper Harris had always been on the heavier side, and if bothered her, he’d only ever seen it once. It was the day they became friends, when he practically beat the shit out of Kelce for calling her fat in math class. Yeah, he’d gotten suspended and grounded for two weeks but it was worth it.

Truth be told, Rafe didn’t know why he was nervous, but the uneasy feeling hadn’t left his stomach since she approached him outside of the Wreck two weeks ago.

“Rafe Cameron! The man I’ve been looking for.” A voice said, making him turn around and meet eyes with her, Piper.

“Hey, Pip, didn’t know you were still around the outer banks.” He said with a smile.

“Could say the same about you, Rafe. Hey I have a question” she suddenly sounded nervous. He raised an eyebrow at her as he pulled the camera out of its bag in preparation of his next shoot. “Have you ever done a boudoir shoot?” He let out a breathy laugh, looking at her again.

“Yeah.” He told her. “Several, why?”

“Well, uh, me and Travis will be together four years next month and I was kind of thinking about doing one for him.” She said. He fought the urge to roll his eyes at the name of her mediocre boyfriend. “And I was wondering if you’d be willing to do it? I’ll pay you of course, whatever you charge.”

“You want me to….do a boudoir shoot…of you?” He asked. “Okay. Uh, your number still the same? If so I’ll look over my schedule when I get home and text you with a time and price.”

“Okay. Thank you so much, Rafe!” She said.

“Hey wait, before you go.” He told her. “Stand there, the sunset looks really nice behind you.” He snapped a couple photos, thanking her.

When he’d gotten back to his apartment that night he’d edited the photos and sent them to her, telling her to do with them what she wanted. Plus a time, date and price for their shoot. His phone buzzing brought him out of his thoughts. Glancing down at the text, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion

Is it too late to cancel?

What? Your anniversary is in two weeks

That’s why I wanna cancel. He cheated, and we broke up.

Wanna do them anyway?

Rafe…

Piper, you’ve already paid way too much money to not do them. Every beautiful girl deserves to have basically tasteful nudes taken professionally at least once in their life.

Are you sure?

I cleared my whole afternoon for you, Harris

Okay. I’ll see you at 1 then.

All day Rafe had his mind on Piper. He got through the McJones shoot with only a mild headache. He hated shooting that family. Their eight year old twins, James and Isla, were terribly behaved, snotty kids and he was always thankful for his step mother, who made sure that he and his sisters were always down to earth despite their status after he was done. In his brain, he made a note to call her that evening to check in on her. It was a Friday after all, he normally called Friday because his dad was always at some sort of business dinner. He didn’t get along with his father, but tolerated him at Easter, Thanksgiving, and Christmas for his sisters sake.

When he unlocked the studio at noon, he could feel the nerves churning in his stomach. He didn’t know why he was nervous. Did he, after not seeing Piper Harris for nearly four years, still have a high school crush on her? Shaking his head, he prepared the studio for the shoot, glancing at his watch when he was done to see it was 1:05. He finally checked his phone to see a text from Piper saying she was running late and would be there by 1:10. At exactly 1:07, she was huffing her way through the door. Despite the windows being blacked out for privacy, the room was well lit and he could see the blush forming on her cheeks.

“I’m so sorry. I couldn’t find the outfits I had bought and well, now I’m late.” She said. He held back a laugh, looking at her with a smile.

“Piper, it’s okay. Promise. So, you brought outfits.” He said.

“Uh, mostly lingerie. Hey quick question, the photos, what do you do with them?” She asked. He laughed that time, shaking his head.

“Once they’re edited, all of them go on a flash drive and are given to the client. I've never kept a single boudoir photo I’ve taken.” He told her. “You’re not my regular boudoir client though.”

“Yeah, really hard to find someone to do them with plus size women, Rafe. I appreciate it.” She told him.

“I meant that you’re prettier than most of my regular clients, Piper.” He deadpanned. “If you want to go change, there’s a changing room in the back.”

The pair spent the better part of the next two hours with him posing her and snapping photos, sharing jokes and laughs along the way. Time seemed to fly way too fast for his liking.

“Hey Rafe?” She questioned from where she was perched on the sofa he’d brought into the studio months ago, the emerald green of the lingerie set she was wearing catching the light perfectly. He glanced up from his camera to raise an eyebrow at her. “Would you be willing to take some, uh, more risqué photos of me?”

“Meaning?” He questioned. He knew what she meant, but there was a ball of nerves in his throat and he wanted to confirm he wasn’t hearing things.

“Uh, nudes.” She said. “I mean, you said you don’t keep them, and I’m doing these for me so why not?”

“I uh, I’ve never done a nude shoot before.” He told her. “But if you’re comfortable with it, I will.”

With a smile, she reached back to unclasp the bra she was wearing and let it drop to the floor. Rafe willed everything in him to let him go hard at the sight. He suddenly felt like a fifteen year old seeing his first set of boobs again. He knew it was because of the person, not the situation. If any other woman he was shooting would’ve done that, he wouldn’t have had the same reaction.

He swallowed harshly, sticking his tongue out to wet his chapped lips, but said nothing as he kept snapping photos of his high school crush. The room was quiet except for the record he’d placed on the turntable, and it stayed that way for quite a while. Until she slid her hand into her panties and threw her head back. All resolve was gone, he was now painfully hard as he took her picture.

“Damn, Travis is an idiot for cheating on you.” He was sure he said it under his breath, but when her head snapped up to look at him he realized he hadn’t.

“What did you say?” She asked. He set his camera down, walking over to kneel in front of her.

“I said, Travis is an idiot for cheating on you. Who would willingly sleep with someone else when you are as gorgeous as you are?” He said. “God, you have me feeling like a fifteen year old again.” She stared at him, their eyes making contact as his hand rested on her thigh.

“Rafe.” she whispered. “Touch me. I need you to touch me. Please.” He bit his lip, moving to take the panties off of her.

“If you feel uncomfortable at any point, tell me okay?” He said. She nodded as he cupped her pussy, his thumb making contact with her clit which just made her buck her hips up into his hand. Slowly, he pressed two fingers into her, curling them against her walls and relishing in the noises coming out of her mouth. “You’ve got such a pretty pussy, Pip. Can’t wait for you to cum all over my hand, princess.”

Rafe continued to revel in the noises he was causing her to make, feeling her clench around his fingers as he curled them inside of her to hit that sweet spot. He knew she was close just from her breathing and the pace of which she clenched down on his fingers, continuing to buck her hips up to meet his hand.

“Fuck, Pip. I need to taste you, is that okay?”

“Yeah, Rafe. Do it, make me cum on your tongue.”

He wasted no time wrapping his lips around her clit, working quickly and completely burying his face in her pussy to work her to her orgasm. It didn’t take long before she was tangling her fingers through his hair and tugging on it as she came loudly. He stayed put, working her through the aftershocks until she was gently pushing his head away.

His cock was straining against his light wash skinny jeans, making him palm himself through them to give himself some sort of relief. Piper looked at him through hooded eyes, moving so she could pop the button on his jeans and unzip them. She pushed his jeans down, his boxers following soon after as she licked her dry lips and wrapped her hand around the base of his cock.

“Guess the rumors in high school we’re true, Rafe” she said. “You are packing.” He let out a hiss as she started pumping her hand slowly on him.

“Y-yeah.” He breathed out. “But since we’re in this compromising position, I should tell you that I thought about you with all those other girls.”

“Yeah?” She hummed. “Why didn’t you ever try to get with me.”

“I did.” He stuttered. “But you were already dating Travis by the time I got my head out of my ass.” She hummed again as she moved so that she was on her knees in front of him.

“Well since we’re confessing things, it took me months to stop imagining Travis was you during sex.” She told him. “I always wanted to see if the rumors were true.” With that, she took the head of his cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around him.

Rafe thought his knees were going to buckle at the sensation. Sure, he’d gotten blowjobs before but they were nothing compared to the one he was receiving now. Piper pumped what she couldn’t get in mouth with her hand, now reveling in the noises she was causing him to make. He could feel the muscles of his abdomen clenching, a clear sign he was close. Gently he pushed her away from him.

“As much as I’m sure you would love for me to cum down your throat, I’m not gonna last, Pip” he explained. “And if it’s okay with you, I’d really like to cum with you.”

“Please” her voice was practically a whine. “Fuck me, Rafe.”

“How do you want it?” He questioned. This was for her, in the end, he was just getting an orgasm with the girl he’d been crushing on for years from it.

“Wanna ride you, Rafe. Can I do that?” She asked. He helped her stand up, then positioned himself on the couch before looking at her with a cocky grin.

“Be my guest, Pip.” He said. “I don’t have a condom though, so I’m gonna have to pull out.”

“No you won’t.” She deadpanned as she moved to straddle him. “Got an IUD, Rafey. Travis didn’t want kids so I picked the most effective way to prevent that.”

Before Rafe could respond, she was sinking herself down on him. Feeling her around him for the first time, Rafe was sure he’d just died and was in his own personal heaven. He couldn’t control the movements of his own hips as they rutted up into her to meet her own movements.

Rafe was glad no one could see into the building and that the door was locked, glad that the scene he was looking at was just for him. Piper's head was thrown back, both of her hands on either side of his head, placing her breasts practically in his face. Without thinking he leaned up just enough to capture one of her nipples in his mouth teasingly.

He could feel she was close, her clenching around him every few moments, moans getting louder and more frequent as his hand reached down to allow his thumb to rub her clit in figure eight movements.

“Gonna cum, Rafe.” She mumbled. “So close.”

“Me too, Pip.” He confirmed. “Feel so good around me. Cum for me, baby.”

It didn’t take much longer before she clenched down on him harder than before, a loud moan of his name coming from the deepest part of her throat. The feeling had his hips stuttering and he also exploded in pleasure, emptying inside of her with several hot ropes of cum. She collapsed on top of him, letting out a laugh of disbelief as he turned her head to look at him.

“I stand by what I said earlier, Travis is a dick for cheating on you, he doesn’t know what he’s missing.” He murmured. “Let me get you cleaned up.”

Gently, he moved her so he could slip out of her before settling her on the couch while we walked towards the bathroom to get a rag and run it under warm water. Once she was cleaned up and they were dressed again, he collapsed onto the couch beside her with a heavy sigh.

“Rafe?” She questioned.

“Hmm?” His voice was basically a hum.

“I want you to keep the pictures.” She told him. “I mean, they were for me, but I don’t want this to be a one time thing, so keep them for you.”

“Okay.” He agreed. “I’ll keep the pictures. On one condition.”

“What’s that?” She raised an eyebrow at him.

“You let me take you to dinner.”

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[hoodharlow]

Spooky Birthdays

AN: I’m so sorry this is LATE, I’ve been struggling with it, but hopefully y’all like it. Fun fact @littledrummeraussie and I share the same birthday as Claudia. A quick thank you to @karajaynetoday for somethings y'all will see soon. As alay thank you to @d-oaks​ for beta reading and editing. 

Requested?: Yes, I double dipped on two requests @spicycal​ sent 

“17 &18 w/ Cal” (17. Beg for it 18. I’m going to ruin you)

“What’s in it for me?” With cal dhdjdk

Wanrings: SMUT

Word Count: 5k words

Calum mindlessly scrolled through Instagram before refreshing Claudia's Instagram story. Today was her birthday and all her friends and family were posting about her. It took everything in him not to post a sappy love letter as the caption, celebrating her birthday and how much he loves her. He even had the pictures for the post. One from Coachella, them at the beach where she's scratching Duke's stomach and their most recent one where she came to the Brooklyn show.

But he knew he couldn't post her, unless he wanted Stan Twitter to do an FBI level investigation followed by them dragging and being disrespectful. Whenever he's on Twitter he always sees the hateful messages towards the girls. So it's something he wanted to avoid. 

His phone screen illuminated showing Claudia's contact picture. She was mid eye roll in a clay facemask. 

"Hey birthday girl!" he said once he answered.

"I'm so close to fighting the lady that does the check in. Apparently the flight Duke and I were supposed to be on was cancelled, and there's no other flight available. Does no one need to go to Dallas, but me?"

"What do you mean cancelled?" Calum asked. He got up from the bed and pulled up the airline he got her ticket from. 

"Well that's what the lady said. So she got us on a flight, but I have to drive down San Diego to catch it."

"Where are you right now?" Calum asked her.

"I just got on the 5. My parents are meeting us at the airport, so I don't pay for the weekend parking lot. I got a drink voucher for the flight, so that's nice." 

"Call me when you get there. Love you."

"Love you, Cal… Duke dile bye." He heard Claudia tell Duke. After a few seconds of silence, Claudia spoke up. "Anyways, I'll call you later when I get there. Bye, love you."

Calum hung up and grabbed his wallet with his room key. He wandered down the hallway of the hotel until he got to the elevator. On the ride down he looked for the nearest outlet mall. 

He scrolled until he found one with every store he needed to go to. He got in the rental car and drove the outlet mall. The first place he went to was a bakery and ordered a small cake for her to cut tomorrow before the show. 

He picked a tres leches cake, her favorite, with a peach and mandarin filling, also her favorite. The outside of the cake was all white except for spider web made out of dark chocolate attached to the side. He asked the cake decorator if they could spell out 'Happy Birthday Claudia' on top. 

The second stop was Lush. He wanted to run her a bath when they got back to the room after he picked her up. Floral, citric and every scent in between filled his nose. He got a little dizzy with each scent that wanted to overpower the other. He blinked a few times,gaining back his smell. He went to the bath bombs to read each descriptor. 

"Can I help you with something?" One of the employees asked him.

"Yes, do you by any chance have a lavender one?" He asked, pointing at the bath bombs.

"Yes." They guided Calum to the shelf containing  the sets of bath bombs that come with body lotions and shower gels. "If you have any questions feel free to ask— Excuse me, please don't bite the soaps." The employee hurried over to another customer, leaving Calum. The lavender sets were on the bottom of the shelf. Calum ignored how his knees cracked when he squatted. 

He ended up buying the set along with a black rose bath bomb. He checked his watch as he was paying; he had a bit more time before Claudia's cake was ready, so he walked around some more.

His feet took him to BVLGARI. Calum unlocked his phone to see a picture of Claudia's necklace. Maybe he should get her bracelet along with the purse, he thought to himself. He had already gotten her a purse from the BVLGARI-Alexander Wang collaboration. 

He asked one of the store employees if they could show him  bracelets similar to the snake necklace he got Claudia. They told him they would call the manager overWhile he waited for the bracelets, he managed to overhear them talk.

"I doubt he could afford anything in the store. He's probably wasting our time." The manager told them. That was something he always heard whenever he went out shopping. It was probably one of the reasons why he liked online shopping.

"Sorry for the wait," the manager said, approaching the jewelry display in front of him. They took their time unlocking it. Then they looked up at him. "Are you sure you want something from this display? These are a bit… pricey."

"I need those three individually wrapped." Calum snapped at them, pointing at the three rose gold bracelets.The manager's eyes widened at Calum's demand and got to work. Truth be told, he was just looking around, he wasn’t planning on getting anything. Was he buying the bracelets out of spite? Not really because Claudia deserves all the nice things in the world. 

"Here's my card and make it quick, I don't have time for your 'these are a bit pricey' shit." Calum smacked his card on the display. 

He hated using that tone on people, especially to people that worked at stores, but sometimes the comments get to him. He doubted Ashton, Michael and Luke have ever been asked to see the cheaper items. It was always him. 

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a group of girls hovering at the store entrance. they whispered amongst themselves before deciding to approach him. "Hi, I was wondering if we could take a picture." "Of course," He beamed. He turned to look at the manager who was watching the whole thing. Calum had the urge to flip them off, but he knew Twitter would have a field day with that. He took a group picture and then individual pictures with the girls. 

"We're going to the show tomorrow. We have our costumes already picked. Are you and the rest dressing up?" one of them asked.

"Maybe, you'll have to go to the show to see." He hinted. 

The girls squealed. They conversed for a few more minutes. The manager approached them. They cleared their throat, trying to get Calum's attention. Calum's smile turned upside down and he became stoic.

"Here are your items." 

"Thank you." He nodded. He looked over to the group of girls. "Hopefully I see you all at the show."

"Holy crab cakes, Calum has money!" He heard one of the girls squeal to the group as he left.

***

“You have a kid?” Diego asked a sleepy Calum. He had texted Diego earlier to FaceTime him when they cut the cake with Claudia before her flight.

“What? No.” Calum said. He rubbed his eyes. 

“Then explain this.” He said. Diego tried switching the cameras. He handed his phone to Soni. “Amor, picale, no me deja esta chingadera.”

“You’re impossible.” Soni told him. She tapped the screen, so now Calum could see Claudia walking towards them with a baby carrier.

Calum smiled and took a screenshot. He still couldn't understand how effortlessly beautiful she is. Even walking down a parking lot made his heart skip a few beats.

"We don't see you for a month y ya sales con un chiquillo." Diego shook his head at Claudia.

"It's Duke, mira." She said, removing the blanket she had over him. Duke popped his head out and yipped excitedly at Diego. She lifted him out of the carrier and set him on the floor. She watched him sniff around and then paw at her dad so he could carry him. 

"Hello…" Calum called through the phone. Diego had placed the phone on the hood of Soni's car. "I'm still here." 

Claudia's parents stayed until she had to go wait to board. They had brought her favorite from their go-to Ethiopian restaurant and a few shots in celebration of their 21st. Since he wasn’t  celebrating with her physically, she posted a birthday post for Danny, and he did the same for her.

She had been surprised to hear that he had come to celebrate. She assumed he was going to Gaslamp Quarter with his friends. Claudia was almost certain that he's seeing someone, but she's waiting for him to bring it up.

Then her mom called Danny and lit up some candles. They sang to them, and Claudia blew out the candles.

"Claudia, you have to do the mordida twice." Danny said. He knew she hated doing it, but at least he wasn't there to shove frosting up her nose.

"What's that?" Calum asked.

"We all chant so the birthday person takes a bite of the cake." Soni explained.

"Oh that seems fun." Calum said, unaware of the true meaning of 'mordida.'

"Do it!" Danny yelled through the phone.

"Apa…" Claudia began. She gave Diego her best pleading look. 

"Andale," he gently nudged her to the cake.

"Promise that you won't smash my face in." she held out her pinky to him. 

"Promise." He wrapped his pinky around hers.

Claudia pulled her hair back and slowly counted back from five. It was so unexpected. She barely made it to three when she felt frosting all over her face.

"Good thing you didn't make me promise." Soni said, earning a laugh from the others.

***

Calum adjusted the cap on his head and slid on his sunglasses. He was at the airport waiting for Claudia and Duke. He sipped his iced Americano and triple checked the arrival chart. His phone began buzzing. He scrambled to get it out of his pocket. 

"Hey!" he said way too enthusiastically.

"We just got out of the airplane. We'll be out in, like a bit." Claudia said.

"Okay. I'm wearing my Nine Inch Nails short sleeve and black sweats." 

Claudia giggled through the phone. "Me too."

Five minutes later, Calum spotted her walking out of the gate. She had a small baby blue blanket over her torso that reached behind her shoulders. It reminded him of the moms that passed by him. He wondered if that's how she would look like when they have kids of their own. He was mid sip when he realized what he just thought of. He coughed and pounded his chest. 

What the hell was that? He thought to himself.

Calum pulled her to his arms and kissed her. He missed her even though he saw her a few weeks ago. Duke squirmed between them.

"Hey man!" Calum's smile grew ten times more. He pulled him out of the carrier and hugged him. "I missed you. Were you good?"

"Slept like an angel." Claudia told him.

"Well, it's what he is." he said. He placed Duke on one arm and with the other he pulled Claudia to him. "How's my birthday girl?" 

"Exhausted." She leaned into his chest. Calum pulled her mouth to his and gave her a chaste kiss. He slid Duke back in his carrier and grabbed Claudia's suitcases and led them to the car.

The drive to the hotel wasn't too long. They stopped by at a pizza shop for some pizza to eat back in their room. 

"Okay, I have to finish something.” Calum turned to her before opening their room,  “Can you wait out here?" "Yeah."

"Okay," He walked a few rooms down and knocked. Ashton came out and his loud voice let the rest of the band know she finally arrived.

"Yeah poor Cal was pouting the whole time." Michael joked.

After a while, Calum came back for her. He placed his hand over her eyes and guided her inside their room. Slowly Calum pulled his hand away. 

There were balloons everywhere. In the living room area, he had spelt 'Happy Birthday Claudia' in rose gold balloons. In the corner table were her presents. There was a fake candle trail leading them from the entrance to the bed and bathroom. 

Claudia teared up. She wasn't used to anyone spoiling her the way Calum did. Mostly because she felt uncomfortable and unworthy, but with Calum, she felt worthy and deserving of everything. 

"Do you not like it? Fuck this is too much, even for you." Calum said. He felt a little embarrassed. 

"No, this is unbelievably amazing. Thank you." she wrapped her arms around him. "Thank you for always making me feel special. I love you."

"I love you, too." 

They briefly kissed. Calum sat her on the bed. He placed all of her gifts in front of her. The first she opened was a red bra and panty set, a black silk romper and a baby blue dress all from 'fleur du mal'. She made a mental note about bra and panties for the morning. 

She then reached for a medium box. Removing the lid, she nearly passed out. It was the most beautiful purse she'd ever seen. Her finger traced the imprinted initials on the inside of the flap. She caught a mint green ribbon in one of the purse's compartments. 

"What's this?" She turned to him, holding up a small jewelry box.

"Open it." 

Claudia carefully pulled the ribbon apart and opened it, revealing a locket. 

It wasn't any ordinary locket. It was just like the one she lost in Mexico when she was a senior in high school. Her grandmother had given it to her at her quinceañera before passing a few months later. She opened it and inside was an image of her and grandmother. 

Claudia looked up at Calum. Tears pooled around her eyes, daring to trail down her cheeks. She looked back down to the locket and sobbed. She hugged the necklace close to her heart. 

Calum stared at her. He was not expecting her cry. Maybe a tear shed here and there, but full on crying? No. 

'Should've gone with the BVLGARI bracelets instead of saving them for Christmas,' an insecure part of his brain told him. 

"You okay, Claudia?" He asked gently.

"Yeah, just a bit surprised. How did you even get a picture of mi nana Maria?" 

"I asked your dad for it."

"Thank you… I don't even know how you even got this, but thank you." Claudia wrapped her arms around him. 

Calum hugged her back. He placed one of his arms around her lower back and the other he secured it around her shoulders. He felt a wet patch on the crook of his neck where Claudia hid her face. He gently rubbed her back, allowing her to let go. A few minutes passed, and Calum felt her go limp around him. 

"Claudia, wake up." He gently shook her.

"No." She grumbled.

"Yes, want me to run you a bath?"

"Only if you join me."

"Of course."

Calum got up and went to the bathroom. He opted to use the lavender bath bomb that was meant for relaxing. He tested the water making sure it wasn't too hot for them. 

Making his way back to the bedroom, he found Claudia dozing off to whatever she was watching on her phone. 

"All set." Calum said. 

"Can you carry me?"  She sat on her knees and made hands at him. 

"Yeah, hop on." he said. He turned around so she could climb on his back. She grabbed onto his shoulders and tightly wrapped her legs around his waist. Calum made sure he got a good grip on her. He’s not dropping her… again. 

***

"What are you drawing?" Calum asked Claudia. She was drawing something in his chest with the complementary roll on body soap the hotel left in the bathrooms. They reminded Claudia of the ones her mom used to buy her off Avon.

"A dragonfly," she giggled. 

It was not a dragonfly.

Claudia finished her drawing and leaned back against the tub to admire her work. When she reached to clean the drawing off his chest, it wouldn't come off. 

"It's not coming off." He groaned. "Fuck we're gonna have to trade costumes." He planned on going as Luke while Michael was going as Ashton and Luke as Michael.

"I'm sorry. It was an accident." She said softly. 

"It's okay." He said. He rested his head against his hand. He stared at her for a bit. "Stand up."

"What?"

"Stand up and turn around." He repeated himself. Claudia as she was told. She felt awkward just standing como dios la trajo. She felt the roll on soap run across her ass. "All set." He said gently slapping her ass. He reached for her and pulled her against his chest. 

“What did you write?” She asked him.

“‘Calum Hood’s.’” he smirked.

"Should I write 'Claudia's' on your dick?" 

"Nah, it could irritate you," Calum paused. His fingers grazed her core, "and we wouldn’t want that."

He placed that hand on her thigh and mindlessly traced figures with his pointer finger. Slowly he inched closer to her core. 

Claudia had other thoughts. Without a second thought she straddled him. She lifted her hips a little and then reached for Calum's cock. She slowly slid down him until she was full. They both let out satisfied sighs. 

Calum pulled her chin up and kissed her slowly. After a bit Claudia pulled away and she rested her head on his chest. She playfully tugged his nipple, remembering how he liked it when she rubbed them while she rode him.

"Claudia, it's late, I don't think anyone would want to hear us go at it." Calum groaned when she licked and bit his nipples.

"Fine, but you owe me." She said. 

Calum laughed and pulled her closer to him. He started spelling out the alphabet on her back. Then he spelled out 'Cool Guy Cal loves Saint Clouds," their names on their contacts. He switched to slowly rubbing her back. Minutes later Calum noticed her breathing slowed and she was more relaxed. She had fallen asleep once more. He tapped her side.

"Pretty girl, let's get you in bed. Water’s getting cold." he said. 

"No, it feels nice like this. I like feeling you inside me like this." She mumbled half asleep.

"I know you do, but you're all wet."

"Happens when you're near me."

"Claudia."

"Calum."

He sighed and splashed her face. She mumbled something in Spanish and lifted herself off him. He noted how her nipples perked up when the air hit them.

"Told you the water was cold." He joked. 

He pushed himself off and got some towels from the shelf above the toilet.

Claudia shivered as she sat on the edge of the tub. Calum had pushed the button to drain the water. He wrapped her up in a towel and carried her over to the sink where he helped her dry off. She slid on her black Calvin Klein panties. While she brushed her teeth, she noticed Calum wore a similar pair of boxers as her.

"We match." She pointed out. 

"Oh yeah." He chuckled. 

Claudia reached for his phone and tapped the camera option. She got in front of him and pulled one of his arms, covering her chest. They both looked up at the mirror and smiled, toothpaste dribbled and all. 

Calum brought her to bed and covered her in their blanket. After he visited her one time, he took the blanket with him. He looked over to the living room to check in on Duke. He was fast asleep in his bed with his duck toy. 

Claudia laid on her side and stretched her arm and leg over Calum when he laid down next to her. She kissed his chest and nuzzled her head on it. 

"Thank you." she said quietly.

"For what?" He asked, unless of where this was coming from.

"For being the best. I love you." 

"I love you too. But please go to sleep. Tomorrow we have a long morning."

"Can I give you a special wake up call?"

"If that's alright with you."

"Oh, it's more than alright."

***

It was rare for Calum to be awake before Claudia. He was up because his stomach felt wonky after eating pizza at 10 at night. Before climbing out of bed, Duke nudged his leg, wanting to be let out.

"Fucks sake, Duke. It's 4 am." He groaned. 

He stood back up and slipped on his sweats and hoodie. He walked over to where Claudia left Duke's leash. In a matter of minutes, they came back from the designated dog bathroom station the hotel had. Duke trotted back to his bed and chewed on the foot of his toy duck. Calum climbed back in bed. Claudia rolled over and hugged him from behind. With that he Calum dozed off.

Calum wasn't fully awake. His mind and body were still hazy from sleep, but his bottom half felt overwhelmed. He fluttered his eyes open and he nearly came at the sight. 

Claudia in the red set he bought her and a devil horns headband, working his cock with her mouth. Her back was arched with her ass in the air. Her soft moans filled the room as she took him deeper and deeper in her mouth. 

Calum noticed the hand that wasn't on his cock was shoved inside her panties. He sat up making Claudia sit up as well. Her cheeks were flushed. One of the straps of her bra slid down her shoulder. 

"I knew we should've used 'devil on my bed' instead of 'devil at my door.'" He said to himself. He glanced at Claudia noticing the pout on her face. "What's wrong, pretty girl?"

"I wasn't done." She said quietly.

"Well, I'm just going to begin." He removed her hand from inside her thong and licked her fingers clean. "I'm going to ruin you."

Claudia's pout changed to a big smile. Calum noticed the mischievous glint in her eye and it drove him insane. In a good way, of course. He loved how she's always ready to catch whatever he threw at her. 

"Did you make me stop sucking you off just so you can stare at me?" She blurted out after a few minutes of silence. 

"No, I may enjoy the view, but I was trying to figure out how I wanted you." He answered her. "Hands and knees please."

"What's in it for me?" She challenged him. She crossed her arms, pushing up her breasts. She smirked proudly when he glanced down at them before looking back at her.

"Well for one, my cock."

"Eh," She shrugged. "But because you asked so nicely, okay."

She took her time. She stretched a few times and did a few yoga poses until she was in the same position Calum woke up to. She wiggled her ass, taunting him, but Calum knew how to get her back. 

He peeled off her panties down to her knees and lined himself up like he was going to enter her. Instead he gripped her hips and kissed up from her waist until he reached the clasp of her bra. With one hand he skillfully unclasped it and continued kissing up. He reached her cheek and gave her a gentle kiss before leaning back on his knees. 

While one  hand was on her hip, the other slithered to her core. His fingers teasingly rubbed her. Claudia pushed her head and groaned in frustration.

"Beg for it, Claudia, I know you want it bad." He said sternly. He slipped his ring and middle finger inside her, egging her more.

"Cal, please just fuck me." She gave in. She couldn't take it anymore. It was all fun and games, but not when she was the one getting teased. "And please make sure your dick is going in my vagina and not my asshole."

"It was one time." Calum argued.

"One time too many." She mumbled.

"I'm going to leave you like this if you keep arguing with me." He warned.

"Wouldn't be the first time I've gotten off on my own." She looked behind her where Calum was. "I'm kidding, work your magic unless—"

She was silenced as Calum pushed himself in her. Claudia bit back a satisfied moan, not wanting to give him the satisfaction just yet. 

Calum's hands gripped her waist as he slowly rocked into her. As the seconds passed, his thrusts got rougher, and Claudia couldn't hold back. She became a moaning mess, begging Calum to keep fucking her at that deliciously slow and rough pace. He leaned over, his chest against her back. He removed one of his hands and reached over to where Claudia was tightly gripping the comforter. He intertwined his hand with hers and pulled it up to his lips. 

But he lost his balance when he tried to place their hands back. He slipped them off the bed, landing on the floor.

"You okay?" Calum asked her.

"Yeah. You?" 

"For the most part." He landed on his back so Claudia wouldn't.

Duke wandered in after hearing them fall from the living room. Claudia reached for the bed sheet and covered them as Duke approached them. He sniffed them then gave them a disinterested look before trotting out of the room.

Claudia turned to Calum and suggested. "Stay on your back and I'll get us off?"

***

During sound check, Calum kept getting distracted by Claudia in her work out shorts. Her and KayKay had decided on going as Maddy and Cassie from Euphoria, so they were practicing the iconic pep rally dance scene. Ashton threw his water bottle at Calum's head. 

"Oi!" Calum rubbed his head where the water bottle hit him.

"Claudia, you're distracting my bass player." Ashton yelled at her.

Claudia turned around and looked at them. "I can't hear you."

She turned to her side and cartwheeled her way down  to the stage. She rested her elbows on the stage and looked up Ashton."What's up?" 

"You're distracting my bass player." Ashton repeated.

"Not my fault your bass player gets distracted easily." She shrugged. 

"It's bass like B-A-S-E. Why do you pronounce bass like that?" Ashton asked her. 

"You know, you're now the one who's distracted by me." She pointed out.

"Go!" 

Claudia stuck her tongue out at him. She looked over at Calum and blew him an exaggerated kiss. She turned back to Ashton and flipped him off before back flipping her way to KayKay.

"Can't believe a cheerleader showed you up." Luke joked, earning a laugh from Michael and Calum.

Half an hour in they finally got the dance down. Claudia and KayKay changed into their respective costumes, she was Maddy and KayKay was Cassie. KayKay set up her camera in front of the stage so they were facing the guys. Claudia played the song off her phone.

"Alright," she waited until their cue neared. "Five-six seven, eight..."

They were on their fifth try. They had the first few seconds down, but then Kaykay would get distracted and mess up a step. On their sixth try Claudia followed KayKay's gaze. It was on Ashton. He was making obscene gestures at KayKay, making her fluster.

"Pinche Ashton, stop distracting KayKay." She yelled. Ashton broke into a fit of giggles. Claudia turned to Calum and pouted. It was the same gesture she did to her dad when Danny annoyed her.

“Alright Ash, let’s let them do their thing." Calum suggested, clapping Ashton's shoulder and guiding him back to the greenroom.

After they finally got the dance number recorded, they went to the greenroom. The band was still rearranging their costumes since Calum had a penis drawn on his chest and couldn't be Luke anymore. They also hoped to convince Ashton into doing a costume with them. 

Claudia sat on Calum's lap while they argued about costumes. She noticed that Ryan and Andy were pulling out their cameras, so she took it as her cue to go to the bathroom. 

Calum was too busy watching Claudia's ass sway in the cheerleader skirt. It was different from the one she wore in high school, he noted. He remembered her explaining that they wore a bodysuit and a skirt. And for games that they wore the long sleeve bodysuit with their designated sweatpants. 

"Is he okay? He's just staring at the door frame." Andy asked the guys.

"Yeah, Claudia left. He's probably timing how long she'll be back." Michael joked. He reached over and slapped Calum's neck breaking his trance. "Pay attention, mate."

"Fuck that hurt." Calum mumbled. He rubbed his neck where Michael slapped him.

He turned back and listened to them. His phone buzzed moments later. It was a message from Claudia saying that she went to the Slurpee stand and asked if he wanted something from the TexMex place. He quickly replied that he wanted a quesadilla.

By the time Claudia came back the guys, but Ashton, were in their respective costumes. Luke wore Ashton's black jumpsuit while Michael buttoned up one of Luke's silk shirts. Crystal was helping Calum put on a blonde wig to complete Michael's look. 

Calum looked over to her and beamed. He reached for her hand and pulled her to him. She laid their food on the small table next to them and started eating.

"You know what, Claudia you should wear my hoodie so you both take a family picture with Southy and Moose." Crystal suggested. "My sister brought a wig similar to my hair. You can wear it."

In less than five minutes Claudia and Calum were posing in front of the group with Moose and Southy. Claudia hid her face while she held up Moose. Calum leaned down and pulled her to a kiss. Then the guys took their band pictures. 

It was finally show time and the guys made their way down to the stage. Claudia gave Calum a bendición and he quickly walked over and caught up with the rest of the band.

"Claudia, are you joining us?" KayKay asked her.

"No. I found a blind-spot near the stage and I'm gonna watch from there. I'll meet you when they go back on stage." She told her. When they were practicing, Claudia found  the spot and asked the tech crew if she could watch from there when the guys performed.

"I'm assuming you and Cal are gonna wander off when he's done, so text me and I'll come get you." KayKay said.

Claudia nodded and went to the stage. She smiled when she saw Calum on stage. She hugged her knees, resting her head on her knees. Andy came by her way because he was going to get back shots of the guys.

"Smile." He told her, holding up his camera ready to take her picture. She smiled and held up two fingers. Andy snapped a few pictures of her. 

When the guys finished their set, Calum came to get Claudia.

"Hi." he smirked, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively at her.

***

Calum twirled one of Claudia's stray curls as he picked what to post for Halloween. She was fast asleep with her arm draped over his chest. She had fallen asleep half an hour into their journey to Austin.

He decided on the one with her holding up Moose to her face and a few with the band. He even added one of Duke in his devil costume, but muted the video because Claudia was baby talking to him in Spanish.

He locked his phone and closed his eyes, hoping that he would finally get some rest. 

"Big spoon." Claudia mumbled. With her knee she gently nudged him to turn on his side.

"How come you're always the big spoon?" He asked her.

"Tengo sueño, just turn so I can pretend you're my giant teddy bear."

"Yeah, Cal, let her be your big spoon since you won't let me anymore." Ashton yelled from one of the other bunks.

Calum turned around and mumbled, "Should've killed him with his tree when I had the chance."

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❝first time together❞ jjk ― m.

― summary: you never thought you’d fall for the charms of jeon jungkook, the campus heartthrob, play boy, and fuck boy.

jungkook/reader| college!au | fluff, smut, angst | 8.4k ↬ content warnings: light virgin kink, dirty talk, cunnilingus (with jk’s pierced tongue), blow job, praise kink, creampie, manipulation, fuckboy!jk, pierced!jk, u may hate jk sorry

a/n: thank you to my lovely beta @yoonqiful for editing this baby for me!

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You remember seeing him on campus before — how could you miss him, really? Your circle of friends ran close but not close enough that you really knew him.

He was handsome, easy enough to admit with dark, curly hair overshadowing bright doe-like eyes. He had a nose ring and a lip ring which he constantly played with. You'd also heard on the grapevine the man possessed a tongue piercing as well.

He was basically every girl’s fantasy — a good looking bad boy who would break your heart after giving you the best night of your life. He lived up to the hype of his reputation as well.

You were a freshman and within your first two semesters, you learned just how big of a name Jeon Jungkook was on campus. Most likely hundreds of notches on his bedpost and none making it past a one night stand.

Many women would agree to sleep with him in hopes they could “change” him, only to be disappointed and heartbroken in the end. It was a vicious cycle that he was, no doubt, proud of.

So, you vowed to never get anywhere near Jeon Jungkook. That sentiment worked fairly well for a while, but well, it wasn’t in the cards for you to avoid meeting the man.

Walking onto campus for a shitty morning class, you were exhausted from staying up late studying for a test. You take a sip from the coffee you got earlier from the cafe. It hasn’t quite kicked in yet, leaving you drowsy.

You hadn't even realized anyone was near you until you tripped over someone's foot, crashing to the ground harshly.

“Hey,” A voice grumbled, harshly grabbing the back of your shirt to pull you up. You choked slightly as the collar of the shirt dug into your neck. “You got coffee all over me, you know?”

“I-I'm sorry,” You grumbled, shaking his grip off of you as you stood — peeved that he didn't even care he literally tripped you. “I didn't mean to.”

“This shirt cost me a lot of money,” He pestered. You finally looked up at him. “How much cash you got on you now, maybe that'll cover it.”

You scoffed. “I'm not paying for your shirt when you tripped me,” You argued, crossing your arms over your chest. “I have a class to go to.”

You turned your back to the stranger, intending to walk away before he harshly grabbed your arm. You gasped, nearly losing your footing once again when he tugged you closer.

“Look bitch,” He growled. “I told you this shirt is expensive. You ruined it so pay me for it.”

You opened your mouth to tell him to go to hell before someone cleared their throat behind you.

“What the fuck do you want Jeon?” The stranger snapped, grip tightening on your arm.

“Man, no wonder you never get laid if this is how you treat a lovely lady,” You looked over your shoulder to find yourself gazing into the ridiculously handsome face of Jeon Jungkook.

“You're a dick, Jeon,” Your harasser let you go, lightly shoving you so you stumbled towards Jungkook before stalking off.

“Are you alright?” Jungkook asked, smiling. His lip ring sparkled in the early morning light.

“Yeah,” You signed, rubbing where the man had a rough grip on you. “Thanks for that, Jungkook.”

“Oh, you know my name!” His grin broadened.

“Yeah,” You nodded, adjusting your bag on your shoulder. “You're friends with Jimin who’s friends with Taehyung. Plus, no offense, I think every girl on campus knows you.”

He nodded, smile not diminishing in the slightest as he shoved his hands into his jeans pockets. “That's fair. It was nice to finally meet you, though. Can I walk you to class?”

You hesitated, wanting to say no but he had just done you a favor in chasing that asshole off. Sighing softly, you nodded and motioned for him to follow you.

“Oh you have anatomy with Mrs. Park huh?” He asked, recognizing the direction you were taking. “I took this class my freshman year as well.”

“What grade are you in?” You asked.

“Junior,” He replied. “Just clocked in 65 credit hours.” He shrugged.

Jungkook was the type of man you'd expect to be a dropout. Learning he'd been working hard, no doubt aiming to graduate, surprised you. It just showed that you shouldn’t judge someone by their reputation.

Shortly after your exchange with Jungkook, with him walking you to class, you found yourself seeing him a lot more frequently. Sometimes it seemed almost too coincidental, like being around your anatomy class when it ended claiming he was just seeing a friend who had a class on that same hall.

"Hey _____," A familiar voice had you pausing and turning around.

"Oh Hoseok," You smiled, smiling up at him as he walked closer to you.

"You got a minute?" He asked, hands stuffed in his pockets.

"Yeah, actually class was canceled today. I was about to go home," You explained. "You want to head to the cafe?"

"Yeah that'd be great," You noticed how his shoulders were tense and his smile didn't seem as bright. It appeared something was on his mind.

"Do you want to invite Taehyung?" You asked, beginning to walk along with him. "No it's not necessary," He said. "I just need to talk to you."

"Not gonna lie, you got me a little worried here Hobi," You chuckled nervously.

"Don't worry," He patted your back. "It's not that bad! But I am going to get called back into work in a minute so I don't have long."

You hummed, the two of you falling into silence as you navigated the familiar path to the campus cafe.

It was bustling, as expected, but since a lot of people had class at that time, there were still a couple tables open. Hoseok picked the most secluded table to sit at, not unusual for him. Despite his sunshiney nature, he was still a bit reclusive — not really liking hustle and bustle and preferring to keep away from prying eyes.

"So, what's bothering you?" You asked, resting your chin on your hand.

"It's about Jeon Jungkook," He sighed, making you stiffen immediately.

"Wh-What about him?" You gulped.

"_____," He sighed. "You know I care about you. You're my best friend. I mean this with...so much sincerity." He met your eyes. "Stay away from him, okay?"

"Wh...What?" You shook your head, not understanding.

"He's been asking around about you," Hoseok whispered. "I heard from Taehyung about it. Please stay away from him. He is the most..." His phone started buzzing, making him sigh. "He's—"

"Do you need to get that?" You asked.

Hoseok sighed again, looking at his phone. "Yeah but..." He started to stand up. "I've got to go but, ______. Please listen, he's the most notorious cherry picker ever. So, just stay away from him!"

"Hey!" You called after him, watching as he put the phone to his ear and started jogging out. "What does that even mean?"

Sighing, you crashed onto your bed — letting the familiar scent of your detergent calm you.

Your phone vibrating in your pocket alerted you to a new text. You pulled it out and unlocked it, realizing it was a text from an unknown number.

From: Unknown [2:18PM] Hey😏

They were typing so you sat there and waited.

From: Unknown [2:18PM] Is this _____?

They started typing again and you raised your brow — growing impatient.

From: Unknown [2:18PM] It's Jungkook btw

Your brows shot straight up at the reveal. Fingers hovering over the keyboard, you thought of a response, unsure of what you could possibly say.

To: Jeon Jungkook [2:19PM] Yes...this is _____. How did you get my number?

From: Jeon Jungkook [2:19PM] It's a secret😬

To: Jeon Jungkook [2:20PM] Okay. What do you want?

From: Jeon Jungkook [2:20PM] Do you have class tomorrow?

To: Jeon Jungkook [2:20PM] Yes I have a class at 10.

From: Jeon Jungkook [2:21PM] Cool. Meet me at the campus cafe at 9?

You sat there and stared at the message as it settled in. You weren't sure of what to say but you knew you wanted to say yes. Jungkook was intriguing — dangerously so. The way he acted, the air he carried with him had you wanting to see more. It was like he had a magnetic pull.

But Hoseok's words were still there, lingering in the back of your mind. Stay away from Jeon Jungkook.

Before you realized what you were doing, however, a message was sent.

To: Jeon Jungkook [2:22PM] Um, sure...that'd be nice. See you then!

You tugged the hood of your hoodie over your head as you reached the cafe. It was packed as usual and you were more than a little tired from not sleeping well. Tugging the door open, you cringed as the noise level rose.

Looking around, you spotted Jungkook sitting in the corner with his eyes glued to his phone. He had a little smirk on his face as he typed something and your heart began to race.

Weaving through the people, you finally reached his table and took a seat. He immediately looked up and locked his phone, bright eyes finding yours as he greeted you good morning.

"Oh I got you a coffee and a muffin," He said, gesturing to the two items on the table. "I didn't know what you liked so I got something a little sweet."

"I like everything here to be honest," You muttered, pulling your hood down before bringing the still hot coffee to your lips.

"You look like you haven't slept a wink," He said, cocking his head to the side.

"I didn't really," You shrugged. "But this coffee should wake me up, thank you Jungkook."

"It's not a problem," He smiled, a cute bunny-like smile that contrasted with the black piercing on his lip.

The two of you drifted easily through conversation; topics coming easily as you discovered different things you had in common. You learned Jungkook was actually a really big fan of anime and used to collect manga before he had to move into the dorms.

The hour passed faster than you could have expected and you found yourself...disappointed when it was time for you to leave.

"How about I walk you to class?" He asked, standing up as soon as he realized the time.

"I'd like that," You muttered, blushing when he opened the door for you to escort you out.

You found yourself glancing at him whenever you were sure he wasn't paying attention. You noticed his ears were gauged and today he wore his curled bangs parted in the middle — allowing just a peek of his forehead. It was unfair how attractive he was.

And when he smiled, you found yourself smiling along with him. Everything about Jeon Jungkook gave you butterflies.

It made you understand why so many women were wanting him. Deep down, you could feel that same urge building inside of you. The only thing it was held back by was Hoseok's warning.

"I'll see you later, Jungkook," You smiled, standing outside your classroom door. "Yeah, I look forward to it," He flashed you a big smile with a short wink before he turned on his heel and walked the same way he'd come.

You were unable to tear your eyes off of his form. Even the way he walked exuded so much confidence.

They say confidence is sexy and Jungkook definitely fit the bill.

He vanished from your sight and you finally entered the classroom.

"Curse you Jeon Jungkook," You whined when you got home, flopping down on your bed.

Class hadn't gone well at all with said man plaguing your thoughts. You found yourself daydreaming every 5 minutes about Jungkook; his handsome face, pretty smile, and sparkling eyes refusing to leave your mind.

Still, despite the fact he was such an unpleasant distraction in class, you found yourself holding your phone hoping it'd buzz with an incoming text.

After more than an hour, it did and you jumped at the chance to see the sender.

From: Jeon Jungkook [11:11AM] You know, I really liked hanging out with you, _____.

Your heart skipped a beat and you bit your lip to contain the girlish giggle that was threatening to spill out.

To: Jeon Jungkook [11:12AM] I really liked it too. You're really fun to talk to.

From: Jeon Jungkook [11:12AM] I'm glad.😜 I was wondering...

You sat up, eyes locked on those that typing bubble — watching as he erased and restarted several times.

From: Jeon Jungkook [11:13AM] The school hosts a summer fireworks show this weekend. I was wondering if you'd like to go...as a date?

To: Jeon Jungkook [11:13AM] I would love to!

You cringed as you realized you sounded too eager. Your cheeks burned even though it wasn't even a face to face interaction. Swallowing thickly, you watched the bubbles appear again and your heart began to race hoping you hadn't just made a fool of yourself.

From: Jeon Jungkook [11:14AM] I'm glad. I'll pick you up at about 5 on Friday.

And like that, you had planned a date with Jeon Jungkook.

Even though you knew you'd regret it later in the night, you put on the cutest summer dress you owned. It complimented your figure and made your legs look fantastic. You only hoped Jungkook would notice it too.

For some reason, it filled you with excitement to dress up for someone — for a date.

You and Jungkook had been texting nonstop since he asked you on a date. He apologized for asking over text but it was the only opportunity that you had.

Truth be told, you didn't get the cute highschool romance experience so it was fun to have a little taste of what that would have been like.

Your doorbell rang and you grabbed your shoes, hurrying to slip them on and open the door. Jungkook was leaning against the railing wearing a loose tank top and jeans. You couldn't help but stare at his biceps for a quick second before forcing yourself out the door. As you locked it, you could feel Jungkook's eyes burning holes it you.

"What is it?" You asked, turning around to find his eyes scanning your whole body. Immediately, you felt your cheeks heat up all the way to your ears. "You look really good...wow," He grinned, a sideways quirk of his lips.

"I..." You bit your lip and smiled. "Thank you."

"Ready to go?" You nodded and hopped down the stairs to follow after him. He led you down the sidewalk to where his car was parked near the curb. A simple act such as opening your door for you made your heart flutter and you swear you almost gave a deep, dreamy sigh.

Jungkook was well-prepared, he even brought a blanket for you both to sit on so you could comfortably enjoy the fireworks. The place was lively, music playing from some speakers set up nearby and people laughing and having fun.

"Let's pick a spot," He said and grabbed your hand.

Effortlessly, your fingers laced together and he gave your hand a light squeeze before throwing a smile over his shoulder. Your gaze fell to your linked hands and you giggled, the sound drowned out by the noise surrounding you.

Jungkook ended up picking a rather secluded place on a hill. It was peaceful, but you were still able to hear the music playing so it wasn't awkwardly silent. You helped him lay down the blanket and laughed when he let himself flop onto it with a groan.

"That was such a long walk!" He complained.

"It wasn't even that bad," You chuckled, sitting down beside him.

The sun was beginning to set and before you knew it they were getting ready to start the show. You watched as people all around took seats together in preparation for the fireworks. It was buzzing with good energy and you felt a burst of confidence flow through you.

Reaching over you took Jungkook's hand in yours. Immediately, he laced your fingers together and gave your hand a squeeze. His skin was so soft and his hands were warm, comforting almost.

When it was time for you to go home, you were filled with the same disappointment you felt last time you were with him. Having him around was so nice, you felt so happy with him.

You never wanted it to end.

He parked the car in front of your apartment and got out, jogging to the other side to open your door for you.

"Thank you," You said, as you slowly began to walk up to your stoop with him, wanting to draw it out as long as possible. "I had a great time tonight."

He shoved his hands in his pockets and nodded, curls bouncing in his face. He nibbled on his lip ring and paused when you were standing in front of your door.

"A friend of mine is having a party tomorrow at his place," He said. "Would you like to be my date there?"

You hesitated this time; you wanted to go, really you did. Just for Jungkook though. Truthfully, you weren't a party person. You always end up feeling awkward and out of place, unable to have a nice time.

But with Jungkook standing there, pretty pierced face looking hopeful at you, you found yourself nodding.

"Okay, I'll go," You gave him a tight-lipped smile and he beamed.

"Great!" He began to back off. "I'll see you tomorrow!"

You waved and watched as he got into his car and pulled off. Sighing, you wondered why the hell you were so enamored with him.

Deep inside, you knew why.

You step out of the car, already feeling the bass of the music playing inside. Jungkook took your hand and any apprehension inside you vanished the second his fingers laced between yours.

Once inside, you were shocked at how many people were packed inside. It was a decently sized house but even so, you couldn't even comfortably move through the crowd. All around you people were crowding you as they drunkenly swayed to the beat.

"Let's head to the kitchen and get a drink!" He called over the music, tugging you in the direction of what you assumed was the kitchen.

"Have you been here before?" You asked as you entered the kitchen, where it was much quieter.

"Yeah," Jungkook replied, grabbing a couple bottles and cups off the counter. "This is my friend Seokjin's house."

"Is he here?" You asked, looking around. "Shouldn't you let him know you're here?"

"Nah," Jungkook replied, opening the bottle of vodka. "He's floating around, we'll run into each other eventually! Here!" He handed you a cup with a smile. "Drink up!"

Though you didn't like to drink too much, you did do it on occasion. You tipped the cup back to take a quick swig, noting the cranberry juice Jungkook had mixed in to help it go down easier.

"Jungkook!" Someone called, squeezing between the two of you. It was a guy a bit shorter than Jungkook. "I knew you would come!"

"You know I don't miss Jin's parties," Jungkook laughed, meeting your gaze of the friend's shoulder. "Oh this is my date, _____."

You flushed hearing Jungkook so openly call you his date, unashamed as he motioned to you. The person turned around and you quickly recognized him as Park Jimin — a friend of Taehyung's.

"Oh well hello _____! Didn't expect to see you at this little get together," Jimin grinned. His charming quality making you smile. "I hope you don't mind if I borrow Jungkook real quick?"

"Um..." You shrugged and glanced over at Jungkook.

"Yeah I'll be back, sweetheart," Jungkook patted your back as he passed you, his touch lingering on your lower back as he did so. The touch sent tingles down your spine and you watched him disappear in the crowd with Jimin. And like that you were alone.

You had finished half of the drink Jungkook made you when someone's hand dropped on your shoulder, making you jump. You turned around and found yourself face to face with Taehyung.

"What-Hey," You greeted awkwardly, not expecting to see him.

"What're you doing here?" He asked, frowning as he looked over you.

"Um well," You shifted awkwardly on your feet. "I came here with...Jungkook."

Taehyung was silent for a moment, frown still in place as he blinked at you. Slowly, he opened his mouth, as if thinking over what he was going to say.

"Does Hoseok know?" He asked. "That you're even talking to him?"

"Well, no," You admitted, swirling your cup to watch the liquid slosh around. "_____," Taehyung sighed, warning in his tone. "Hoseok wouldn't like this, you know he doesn't want you fuckin' around with him."

"I know," You admitted, watching as he suddenly poured himself a cup of straight vodka and threw it back, downing it. "How did you find me anyway?"

"Jimin told me you were here," Taehyung said, pouring himself another drink quickly.

You fell silent, watching Taehyung chug another drink. Within minutes, you could tell they were kicking in and he placed his hand on your shoulder.

"I'm going to assume you can take care of yourself," He said. "I'm going to go find someone to get laid. But remember, ______, be careful of Jungkook."

"Yeah, so I keep being told..." You muttered as he walked away, quickly disappearing and leaving you alone again.

All by yourself, you watched people walk in and out to get drinks. As the minutes ticked by, you found yourself wanting to go home. You weren't drunk, you could call a cab since Jungkook drove you.

Finally, you wandered out of the kitchen into the living area where people were dancing and shouting over the music. You mingled in the corner, keeping to yourself and sipping on your drink that you still hadn't finished.

"Well hey there," Someone greeted beside you. You turned to find a man with sharp, cat-like eyes staring at you as he leaned against the wall clad in a leather jacket and ripped black jeans.

"Hi," You greeted bashfully.

"You all by yourself?" He asked, smiling softly. You nodded and shrugged your shoulders in response, unsure of what he wanted. "Well, you're too cute to be by yourself. How about I keep you company. I'm Yoongi. Min Yoongi."

"Your name sounds familiar," You muttered.

"Well, a lot of people know me," He had a gummy grin that was actually quite cute. Despite the fact you could tell he was a little drunk, he still smelled quite pleasantly of cologne.

"I'm ______," You introduced with a polite smile, holding your hand out for him to shake.

"Well, ______," He stood up straighter, taking your hand firmly in his. "I'm gonna be real honest with you. I think you are absolutely stunning and truthfully, I'm looking to get la-"

"Yoongi, what're you doing?" A familiar voice had Yoongi freezing immediately, turning to look over his shoulder.

"Ah, Jungkook!" He greeted happily, as if Jungkook wasn't glaring daggers at him. "Fancy seeing you here. I was just about to ask this lovely young lady to go up—"

"Can I talk to you for a minute?" Jungkook growled, cutting Yoongi off again by grabbing his arm and tugging him away.

They didn't go far and you could see Jungkook leaned in close to say something to Yoongi. Immediately, the shorter man's mouth fell open at the same time his eyes widened.

"No shit!" Yoongi shouted. "She's yours? Ah, sorry man. I got it."

Jungkook seemed to visibly relax as Yoongi waved goodbye to you and disappeared as quickly as he reappeared. Jungkook walked back over to you with a smile — no sign of the glare he once nursed towards his friend.

"I'm sorry for disappearing," He said. "I won't do it again. I just got caught up. Namjoon was doin' some shit, it's not important. I won't bail again, I promise."

"Why don't I believe that one?" You scoffed, taking a sip of your drink. Your own words sounded like a petulant, needy girlfriend and you mentally cringed. But Jungkook didn't seem to mind, keeping that small smile on his lips. He no doubt could sense your disappointment with his vanishing.

"Come with me," He said, taking your hand.

He didn't give you much of a choice as he tugged you through the crowd. You met the stairs and you realized he was bringing you somewhere away from the party. From your knowledge, that usually indicated he was expecting to have sex. Your heart sped up as you found yourself in the hallway, several of the doors shut and a couple open. The music was much quieter and you could hear the faint sounds of moaning every once in a while, making your cheeks burn.

As Jungkook stopped in front of a door, your mind was racing with ways to tell Jungkook that you were a virgin and certainly didn't want to lose it at a party. But as he opened the door, you were surprised to see it wasn't a bedroom at all. It had a few bean bag chairs, a small couch, and a large screen TV with a shelf of movies.

"Ah, good, it's empty," Jungkook chuckled, ushering you inside as he followed, closing the door behind you and flicking the lock. "People are learning finally!" "Learning what?" You asked as you sat down on the couch.

"This room is basically off limits to anyone who isn't a personal friend of Kim Seokjin's," Jungkook explained, grabbing the remote of the DVD shelf. "We hang out in here to escape the parties sometimes."

"Sometimes people come in here anyway?" You asked, watching as the TV came to life.

"Yeah, we kick them out if they do and slowly people began to learn," He said, bringing up Netflix.

Briefly, the phrase, Netflix and Chill popped in your mind but you shook it away as Jungkook pulled a blanket off the back of the couch and placed it over the two of you.

The alcohol you were drinking throughout the evening was finally beginning to kick in even though you'd stopped drinking. Jungkook, on the other hand, was continuing to drink out of his cup. He also pulled open a cabinet next to the TV which held an array of alcohol that was otherwise unavailable to the other partiers.

You had no idea how much he'd had but about halfway through The Day After Tomorrow, he was showing his buzz. His words were slurred and slow and he was clearly very relaxed, resting his arm around your shoulder shamelessly.

"Hey _____?" He suddenly asked, drawing your attention away from the movie.

You noticed how close your faces were, you could feel his breath fanning across your face. It smelled like alcohol but you assumed yours did too.

"What?" You asked, eyes flicking from his eyes to his lips.

"Can I kiss you?" He asked, slowly beginning to lean in before you could even process his words. He did, however, pause before he met your lips, waiting for your consent.

"Y-Yeah," You whispered, holding your breath as he finally closed the gap and kissed you.

His hand came up, cupping your cheek as his lips moved expertly against yours. You'd only had a few kisses in your lifetime but you knew right away that he was the best.

He pulled away, smiling as his thumb stroked the soft skin of your cheek. It surprised you how it wasn't awkward in any way. Jungkook really had a knack for making you feel comfortable. The way he looked at you made your heart race, his eyes sparkled as if you were an angel.

Before long, the alcohol had finally kicked in to Jungkook's system and you convinced him that it was time to go home. He was way too drunk to drive and you really didn't have any clue what dorm he lived in. So, you decided to just take him to your apartment.

He was alert enough to walk on his own, but he kept cracking jokes and having to stop because he began to laugh too hard.

"You really are so pretty," He cooed when he leaned against your wall, watching as you unlocked your door. "How on Earth did I manage to snag you?"

It was drunk ramblings but his words still set your heart on fire.

"You can crash on the couch, Jungkook," You said. "It pulls out into a bed so I'll do that for you."

Jungkook hummed, eyes not leaving your form as you moved the cushion until you could pull the bed out. Immediately, he crashed down onto it without a care and smiled happily.

"I'll see you in the morning, Jungkook," You smiled, patting his head before flicking out the lights and retiring to your room.

It felt like you were only sleeping for a few minutes before there were a series of light taps against your door. You groaned until your pillow as you were pulled from the gentle lull of sleep.

Sitting up, you looked towards the door before calling for them to come in, knowing it could only be one person.

He crept his way in, the light from the hallway casting his shadow across your floor.

"Are you okay, Jungkook?" You asked, rubbing the sleep away from your eyes so you could focus on him better.

"Yeah, I..." He cleared his throat and shifted where he stood. You could tell his drunken stupor had fizzled into quiet sobriety. "I just want to thank you."

"What for?" You asked, watching as he took a couple strides forward until he was close enough to touch.

"It's just..." He smiled. "You're so sweet and you're so kind, you even let me crash here even after I dragged you to a stupid party you didn't even want to go to."

"How did you know—"

"You're clearly not the party type," He chuckled. "I can tell. But you still went with me and..." He trailed off, unsure of what to add.

"And what?" You pressed, tangling your hand in your blanket in an effort to keep yourself from touching him.

"I think I like you," He shook his head quickly. "I know I like you. I do, _____." You couldn't believe your ears.

Jeon Jungkook, the man who slept around with anything that had a pulse and was impossible to nail down, liked you? The man women tried, time and time again, who was notorious for never even developing feelings...had a crush on you?

"I..." You shifted to sit on your knees so you could reach his height. "I like you too, Jungkook. I've had such a great time with you and...I really feel lucky that you chose me."

"Of course I did," He smiled, combing his fingers through your hair. You leaned into his touch, eyes flicking to his lips with a sudden urge to kiss him. "You're an...incredible woman."

“Jungkook…” You whispered, getting lost in the way his eyes sparkled even in the dim light.

Before you could even think of stopping yourself, you surged forward and pressed your lips against his. He tasted vaguely like the alcohol he’d consumed hours earlier. You whimpered, clutching the front of his shirt in your fists as if he would slip away if you let him go.

His hands gripped your hips, your body being pressed into his at the motion. As your lips moved together flawlessly, you wrapped your arms around his neck to thread your fingers through his hair. Your heart skipped a beat in your chest when you felt him lightly grinding his hardening length against your stomach. Suddenly, he pulled back from the kiss — lips swollen and chest heaving as he caught his breath.

“A-Are you sure you want to do this?” He asked, brushing his nose against yours as he pecked your lips softly once again.

“Y-Yes please,” You whimpered, tugging his shirt to pull him onto the bed.

You laid back as he climbed on top of you, balancing his weight on his hands on either side of your head. He looked so delectable, eyes dark and pierced lip caught between his perfect teeth.

“This is your first time, right?” He asked softly, leaning down to rest his forehead against yours as you nodded. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll take care of you.”

A cocky smirk crossed his lips as he sat up, reaching down to tug the hem of his shirt over his head. Your breath caught in your throat at the sight; his body was toned and it was clear he worked out judging by the muscles adorning his body.

His hands travelled up your calves and across your bare thighs. Goosebumps prickled the skin in the wake of his touch as he skimmed over your shorts to sneak up the hem of your shirt. His fingers were soft as they touched the smooth skin of your stomach.

He leaned down and met your lips in another searing kiss as his hand finally cupped your bare breast. He thumbed at your nipple, making you whimper into the kiss and arch your back. Pinching your nipple, he smirked at the way you gasped and closed your legs tightly around his waist in an effort to ease the tension growing between them. Taking your squirming and whining as a good sign, he worked your shirt above your head.

You let him, panting beneath him as he threw the clothing away — leaving your breasts exposed to him. Immediately, he was showering them with attention as he cupped them and pinched your perked buds before his mouth enveloped one into his hot mouth.

You cried out, tugging at his hair as his tongue made an appearance — a foreign object brushing against your nipple.

“J-Jungkook!” You gasped, biting your lip to hold in the embarrassing noises that wanted desperately to escape.

He popped off your bud with another smirk. “You like that?”

“Y-Your tongue it’s…” You trailed off.

“Pierced,” He completed your thought, sticking his tongue out to show off the silver ball situated on it. “Yeah and it can feel a lot better on your little cunt than your pretty tits.”

You flushed at his dirty words but couldn’t deny the way you gushed into your panties. He chuckled darkly, no doubt catching onto your thoughts.

“Do you want that?” He asked which you immediately nodded, not even bothering to hesitate.

He hooked his fingers into the band of your shorts and panties, tugging them both down. Perhaps there was still a bit of a buzz in your system because you couldn’t find it in yourself to be embarrassed. You felt needy, your cunt dripping wet because of him — and he’d barely done anything.

He scooted down the bed until his head was between your thighs. He pushed your knees open, eyes falling to your pussy. You watched as he licked his lips, using his thumbs to spread your folds apart so your twitching hole was exposed to him.

“Kook…” You whimpered, embarrassment catching up to you finally the longer he stared at your cunt.

“So pretty baby,” He whispered, pressing a kiss to your thigh. “So wet and ready for me. Can’t wait to sink my cock in this tight little cunt.” “P-Please, Jungkook,” You whimpered, arching your hips towards him as his dirty words made you gush.

“Good girl, so polite,” He grinned, before he dove in and licked a thick strip up your cunt — collecting your juices on his tongue with a moan. His tongue ring grazed your clit, making your back arch.

He gripped your hips, anchoring you in place as he began to eat you like a man starved. He was sloppy and wet, letting your juices and his saliva drip down his chin. The moans he let out were sinful, as if eating your cunt was the best delicacy he ever tasted.

You gripped his hair and the sheets, needing something to ground yourself through the overwhelming pleasure. He sucked on your clit, lashing at the sensitive bud with his tongue until you were trembling beneath him.

Suddenly he pulled his face away, his lips and chin soaked with a mixture of your juices and saliva. His gaze was dark and he was breathing heavily — arousal weighing down his very being. You whined at the loss when he sat up, wiping his mouth quickly before he began to pull at his belt.

“Fuck, you got me so hard,” He growled. “Got my cock so hard. Your little cunt gets so wet, doesn’t it?”

“Jungkook…” You whined, sitting up as he pushed his jeans down to reveal he wasn’t wearing any underwear beneath them.

“What is it, baby?” He asked, wrapping his fist loosely around himself with a sigh of relief.

“Can I…” You cleared your throat, averting your gaze from his as his eyes burned into you. “Can you...teach me how to…”

“How to what?” He asked, reaching forward to brush some hair out of your face. ”How to suck my cock?”

“Y-Yes…” You whispered, swallowing thickly.

“Fuck,” He breathed, nodding his head as he fisted your hair. You whimpered, allowing him to drag your face closer to his cock. “Open your mouth.”

You did as you were told, allowing your mouth to fall open. Jungkook’s own mouth fell open as your mouth enveloped the hot head of his cock. You closed your lips around him, swirling your tongue on the tip of him. The taste of his precum on your tongue made your cunt clench pathetically.

Jungkook groaned, eyes rolling back. “Take me a bit deeper. You’ll probably have a bad gag reflex but we’ll work on that.”

Your heart fluttered at the promise of seeing him again and allowing him to teach you new and exciting things. Doing as he told you, you took him as deep as you comfortably could. He felt hot and heavy on your tongue, hard as steel with a thick pulsing vein on the underside but velvet soft skin.

Jungkook cupped the back of your head, leading you in the proper motions of sucking him off. With every pulse of his cock, more of his precum danced along your tastebuds.

Then with a defeated groan, he pulled out — wrapping his fist tightly around himself.

“Don’t wanna cum in that dirty mouth,” He growled, letting go of your hair to let you lay back down.

“Please Jungkook,” You whined, wrapping your arms around him to pull him into a kiss.

“Fuck,” He growled, spreading your thighs over his so your cunt was open for the thick head of his cock.

You held your breath as he positioned himself at your entrance. You were wet enough for him to slide in with ease, the stretch stinging but not unbearable. He stopped to let you adjust, his body trembling as your cunt spasmed around him.

Once he felt you relax beneath him, he pulled back — a long gasp escaping you as he did so before being cut off when he slammed himself back. His hips slapped against yours as he leaned over to kiss you once again. Every gasp and whine you let out was captured in his mouth, which he eagerly swallowed down.

He set a soft pace, not wanting to be too rough for your first time. The idea that his cock was the first in your pussy had him throbbing, on the verge of cumming. It was almost pathetic how quickly the idea of stuffing your virgin cunt set him off.

“J-Jungkook!” You sobbed, digging your nails into his back. “F-Feels so good.” “Yeah?” He growled, angling his hips to hit your g-spot with terrifying accuracy. “You’re so tight. Wanna make you cum…”

As soon as the words left his lips, he was bringing his thumb to his lips, wetting it with his tongue before circling your hardened clit in time with his thrusts. Your eyes rolled back in your head as you sobbed out in pleasure, trembling beneath him as you were pushed closer and closer to the delicious release you were desperate for.

Jungkook let out a series of soft curses as you tightened impossibly around him as you came, walls clamping and spasming in the throes of your pleasure. He didn’t slow or stop until you were sobbing and pushing his hand away from your sensitive bud.

One glance at the blissful, fucked out look in your eyes was enough to send him over the edge as well. He pulled out, making you whimper at the loss before wrapping his hand around his cock and jerking himself until he came in hot ribbons across your stomach. It dripped down to your cunt and he had to urge to use his fingers to stuff it into you but fought it.

The two of you sat in silence for a second, catching your breath before he stood up and grabbed your shirt from the floor to clean up his cum. You didn’t mind, the soft material also wiping away the sweat that had built up over your skin.

After a moment, Jungkook laid beside you, taking you into his arms with a sigh. “You owe me breakfast,” You mumbled sleepily.

“Huh?” He replied.

“In the morning,” You whispered. “Take me for breakfast before class?”

Jungkook was silence for several long seconds, opening his mouth before closing it again as he decided what to say before settling on “Y...Yeah.”

His response was the last thing you heard as you finally fell asleep with his warmth around you and his heart pounding in his chest against your ear.

Your eyes fluttered open and the first thing you noticed was the bright sunlight filtering through the window. You blinked sleepily, waiting for yourself to wake up a bit more.

The second thing you noticed was the soreness of your body, it felt like you had a touch workout the day before but it was a pleasant feeling. You rolled over onto your back, noting the way your stomach was starting to growl with hunger.

The memory of the promise of a nice breakfast date made you smile and you looked beside you only to be met with an empty bed. Sitting up, you touched to sheets, they were cold. He'd been gone for a while.

You grabbed your phone off the night table, noting you would have to go to class soon, and brought up Jungkook's contact.

To: Jeon Jungkook [11:22AM] Where are you?

You waited for several seconds, watching as it tried to send. Your heart began to speed up in your chest when you realized it couldn't be delivered.

As you stared at your screen, your alarm began to ring indicating you had to get up for class.

It was difficult to get ready as you kept checking your phone to see if your text got delivered. Every time you did, you were only disappointed.

You went to class with a dull ache in your chest.

As you walked across campus towards the cafe, you heard rowdy laughter, drawing your attention to a group of men. In the center, being playfully shoved by his friends was Jungkook. Adjusting your bag on your shoulder, you made a beeline for him.

"Jungkook!" You called, watching as all five men stopped and turned their attention to you. "Where did you go this morning?"

There was a beat of silence before Jungkook let out a big sigh and shook his head.

"Come on guys," He said.

As he passed you, not even casting a single glance at you, you got a whiff of his sweet perfume and tears filled your eyes. His friends let out soft snickers and whispers you couldn't make out, leaving you there feeling humiliated.

You realized immediately you had been a complete fool the entire time.

Shaking your head, you decided going to class was the last thing you wanted to do. You skipped and trekked the familiar path to your close friends dorm.

Knocking harshly on the door, as the doorbell was broken, you bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from crying. The lock on the door clicked and then Hoseok's face came into view.

"Hey, what're you doing here?" He asked, running a hand through his wet hair. He must have just gotten out of the shower, you noted. "What's the matter?" He quickly asked, noticing immediate that you were upset.

"I'm an idiot is what's wrong," Your voice came out a harsh whisper as your throat felt too tight from holding back your tears.

Hoseok looked behind you and down the halls before pulling you inside his dorm. Locking the door, he turned back to you to find tears falling down your cheeks.

"What happened?" He asked, leading you to sit beside him on his couch.

"You were right," You nodded, sniffling softly. "I should have stayed away from him."

"From who?" He asked, brows furrowed.

"Jungkook," You spat his name.

"Oh..." He sighed, jaw locking. "Taehyung mentioned you were with him at the party..."

"I'm sorry, Hoseok," You cried. "I know you told me to stay away but...I didn't think he was really that bad."

He sighed, pulling you in for a hug. "It's alright, he's a charming bastard. I understand why you would end up liking him."

That day, Hoseok also skipped work to hang out with you and cheer you up. He even invited Taehyung over after he got done with class.

"Where the hell is he?" Hoseok complained, watching the hours tick by as Taehyung was later and later than his promised arrival time.

"Hopefully he's picking up food," You called from the kitchen as you looked through his barren fridge. "How do you not starve?"

"I eat out mostly!" He called back.

You were about to open your mouth to tell him how unhealthy h is diet was when the door opened and slammed shut. Wandering into the living area, you saw Taehyung huffing as he kicked his shoes off.

"You alright Tae?" Hoseok asked, brow raised.

"I am never speaking to Park Jimin again!" Taehyung growled, storming past you into the kitchen where he opened the fridge and groaned. "Why haven't you got any fuckin' food?!"

"He eats out," You replied, chuckling softly when Taehyung threw his head back and groaned obnoxiously.

"Why aren't you friends with Jimin anymore?" Hoseok asked as the two of you wandered in and took a seat around him.

"Because he's a scumbag along with that Jeon Jungkook fucker!" Taehyung snapped, grabbing Hoseok's beer can off the table and taking a few sips. The eldest didn't complain, simply watched and waited for Taehyung to continue.

"Care to share with the class?" Hoseok asked. Your eyes were fixed on Taehyung, waiting eagerly for any word on Jungkook. Maybe an explanation since you couldn't get one from him — judging by the fact he'd blocked your number.

"Apparently," Taehyung huffed. "Jungkook had called dibs on ______ to get her to sleep with him," You gasped at the admission. "Jimin knows you're one of my best friends and he didn't even think of telling me that Jungkook was gonna fuck with you like that! What kind of bullshit is that?"

"What are they, in high school?" Hoseok growled. "Claiming girls like that, what the fuck, man."

"I'm sorry, _____," Taehyung mumbled, standing up to bring you in for a hug. "I know you liked him."

"It's okay," You whispered, fighting back tears again. "It was my fault for being tricked."

"It's not your—"

"It is though," You sighed. "I was stupid. I knew the stories and reputation he had. Hoseok even warned me. I have only myself to blame," There was a beat of silence as Hoseok and Taehyung shared a look. "How about we watch a movie, huh?"

Like that, the topic dissipated and it wasn't brought up again.

When Im Changkyun approached you, cheeks dusted a cute pink, you were charmed immediately. You didn't know much about him, he was a new transfer but he was kind and funny so you agreed to the date.

It wasn't until a month into your new relationship that you realized you apparently attracted douchebags. You found out, stupidly, that he'd been cheating on you.

You fumed just thinking about it; he'd texted you a risque text while drunk but it wasn't meant for you.

The second he was sober, you dumped him and found yourself watching movies with Taehyung and Hoseok once again to cure your heartbreak.

"I'm never dating again," You whined, slouched on the loveseat wrapped in Hoseok's favorite blanket that you loved to steal. He wouldn't tell you where he got it so you hijacked it whenever you were at his house.

"Don't be dramatic," Hoseok chuckled from where he sat beside Taehyung. "I'm serious! Almost all men are trash and I'm tired of it!" You whined, eyes fixed on the TV.

"Holy shit..." Taehyung suddenly whispered, sitting up straight, where he sat. "What?" Hoseok and you asked at the same time.

"Im Changkyun and Jeon Jungkook got into a fight," The three of you immediately fell silent.

"...Why?" You asked, suspicious that your two exes had beefed.

"Um, well..." Taehyung shifted nervously, seemingly not wanted to reveal the reason.

Hoseok, suspecting such as well, yanked his phone from his hands — ignoring the argumentative cry that came from the younger.

"Because Jungkook..." Hoseok's jaw fell open in surprise, making you finally sit up fully.

"What? What?!" You cried. "Tell me!"

Taehyung stole his phone back from Hoseok and stuffed it in his pocket with a sigh.

"Because Jungkook found out Changkyun cheated on you!" They both told you at the same time.

You were frozen still, brows furrowed as you attempted to process that information. A litany of questions clouded your thoughts but the main one was; why did Jungkook even care?

Later, when you had just stepped into your apartment and kicked off your shoes, your phone buzzed. Sighing, you pulled it out, hoping you wouldn't have to go back to Hoseok's for something.

What you saw, however, made your heart race.

From: Jungkook [8:19PM] Can we talk?

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Quarantine 7

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (online)

A/N: Heya guys! Here’s part 7! I hope you enjoy it ;)

Warnings: Flirting, language, quarantine, feels, fluff, moments of sadness, storms 

[J:] So.. Saturday at 5:00. Sound good?

[You:] Sounds perfect :) Let’s hope this weather clears up before then..

It was late afternoon, you were eating your first meal of the day.

A bowl of your favorite cereal.

[J:] I really enjoyed our date last night, by the way.. 

[J:] Sorry I was pretty nervous at first..

You smile, setting your bowl on the coffee table as you respond.

[You:] Oh, you don’t have to be sorry at all.. I was just as nervous as you were :)

[You:] First dates are always weird, J..

[You:] Ours just happened to be a little weirder than most. :P

[J:] I really really REALLY hate first dates…

You’re about to respond, tell him you feel the exact same way, but…

[J:] And yet, I still love ours.

[J:] And I’m really looking forward to the next one. :)

His text has your heart fluttering like a swarm of butterflies, and you decide to change the subject.

[You:] Speaking of our date..

[You:] I believe we made a deal, didn’t we?

You can see him start typing, erase it and stop, and then start typing again.

This pattern repeats four times before an actual message comes through.

[J:] You first.

You knew he was nervous about this part for some reason, so you had no issue with obliging this request.

Luckily you had brushed your hair today when you first woke up, put on your moisturizer and a bit of mascara. You weren’t as dolled up as you could be, but you thought it was better this way.

If quarantine had taught you anything, it was how to be comfortable with your bare face, to fall in love with some of your natural qualities.

Taking a seat in a chair by the window, you open your camera and take a few selfies from the more flattering angles you’d looked up on pinterest.

They’re pretty enough, but not what you’re looking for.

With a sigh, you look out the window at a lone, common starling sitting on the branch of a tree. He looks to you and cocks his head, as if to say ‘hello’. Your lip curls into a half smile, and at that moment, your thumb slips and captures an accidental photo.

It would turn out to be the perfect one.

It takes you exactly six and a half minutes to actually gain the courage to press send.

As soon as you do, you put your phone screen down on the table and groan, hiding your face in your hands.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuuuck. Why did I send that one?” 

You suddenly regret not putting more makeup on, not editing out the tiny blemish on your chin, not being certain that your hair wasn’t frizzy.

What if this was it - the beginning of the end?

Your phone buzzes from its place on the table.

Once.

Twice.

Three times, before you pick it up.

It’s a string of texts from J, with more coming in with every moment that passes.

[J:] Doll

[J:] Goddamnnnnn…

[J:] You are seriously the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.

[J:] Like… are you real??

[J:] How did i get so goddamn lucky?

[J:] Your eyes are so gorgeous, holy shit.

If you weren’t warm in the face before, you were now.

[You:] Don’t stare too much. :P

[J:] Too late for that. I can’t stop.

He’s silent for a few minutes, and you’re sure it’s because he’s staring at your photo again.

[You:] I do believe it’s your turn, Sarge. ;)

It takes him even longer to reply this time.

He starts typing, stops, and then starts again in a vicious cycle.

[J:] You don’t wanna see me, Doll.. I haven’t shaved in like three weeks…

You can’t help but pout a little bit.

[You:] We made a deal, J :(

[You:] Don’t hide those pretty blue eyes from me.

Hopeful that your playful attempt at comfort would be convincing enough for him, you set your phone back on the coffee table and head to the kitchen to wash your dishes.

When you return five minutes later, you’re happy to find that you have two new messages.

[J:] Alright, just.. I hope you’re not disappointed.

[J:]

Your jaw goes slack and you can’t tear your eyes away from his.

They were beautiful. 

The way the deep blue of the outer edge surrounded the light blue-grey iris reminded you of crashing ocean waves, and you wanted nothing more than to get lost in them.

You can’t tell if time has slowed down or if you just weren’t breathing correctly anymore, but you can hear your heart beating in your ears as you look him over.

He’s gorgeous. The glittering grey hairs throughout his beard only made him even more attractive and for some strange reason, all you wanted to do was run your fingertips through it.

Was he even real?

[J:] Doll…?

You don’t even realize it’s been fifteen minutes since he’s sent the picture.

[You:] Sorry, it’s just..

[You:] You know you’re gorgeous, right?

[You:] Like.. Probably the most beautiful man in the history of like.. Ever??

You’re well aware you sound like a bit of a fangirl, but so what? He was breathtaking.

[J:] You’re just being nice.

A scoff escapes your lips as you respond.

[You:] Um, no. 

[You:] I meant it.

[You:] I can’t believe you’ve been hiding those eyes from me for so long.

[J:] You’re too kind.

You decide to tease him a little.

[You:] Are you blushing, Sarge? ;)

[J:] I just might be, doll.

The rest of your day is spent chatting back and forth. J said he had to do some assignments for work on his computer, so he couldn’t game until really late that night, but it didn’t bother you.

It gave you a chance to relax and watch some TV for a while.

The first channel that comes up is the news, and you’re about to turn it off, but something catches your eye.

They’re interviewing Captain America, a fluff piece of him telling you what you can do to help your community - proper social distancing measures and proper handwashing etiquette.

He’s wearing a mask, so only the bottom half of his face is visible, but he looks oddly familiar.

It takes five minutes of watching it to realize who he reminds you of.

Sam. J’s Sam.

You pick up your phone, deciding to share your thoughts.

[You:] So.. I was watching the news..

[J:] Yikes.

[You:] Yeah..

[You:] Have you ever noticed how much Sam and Captain America look alike?

He takes ten minutes to respond, and by this time, the interview with the Captain is over, and you’ve moved on to a re-run of one of your favorite shows.

[J:] Uh, no…

[J:] Why?

[J:] What makes you think that?

All three texts come in quick succession, almost as if they were sent out of panic.

Two more show up on your screen in the same spirit.

[J:] Besides, haven't you seen Sam’s arms? He’s got fucking bird arms.

[J:] Captain America is super buff. No way they’re the same person.

You think back to when Sam came to your apartment to install your security system, and you specifically remember thinking how nice his arms were..

But the fact that J seems to be a little uncomfortable with your observation has you feeling weird too, so you decide to drop the subject for now.

[You:] I guess you’re right. My mind must be playing tricks on me.

[You:] I blame the quarantine.

The reply you receive is only three letters long, and it doesn’t sit right with you either.

[J:] Lol

SUNDAY, 4:15PM

You’ve been awake since noon, which is early for you nowadays. 

It’s been nearly hailing all day, and it was beginning to also put a damper on your mood.

You had to cancel your second date due to the storms, and your make-up date with J was supposed to be in forty five minutes, but there was no way it could happen with the weather in its current state.

It’s be surprising if the whole city didn’t lose power at this rate.

[You:] I think we’re gonna have to cancel again tonight, J.. 

[You:] It’s just getting worse as time goes on.

It breaks your heart to have to cancel on him twice in only a matter of two days, but the cons outweigh the pros in this situation.

[J:] But… our date

[J:] :(

Releasing a heavy sigh, you send back a sad face of your own, chewing the inside of your cheek in an attempt to not let your emotions get the best of you.

[New photo message from J. To view image, unlock device]

The message appears on your screen moments after you’ve begun packing away your date set up. Something in your gut told you he wasn’t going to listen to your recommendation to stay home.

When you open it, you’re not surprised at what you find, but you are absolutely smitten.

 [J:] I’m on my way, doll. Don’t give up on me just yet.

[J:]

You get so distracted staring at his lips, his goddamn perfect, beautiful lips that you don’t notice when twenty minutes has passed since he sent the photo.

He’d be here sooner than you expected, and worse, he was walking in the rain to do it.

What were you going to do with a man who’s stubbornness matched your own?

You decide to set a blanket outside, along with a thermos full of hot coffee.

The sky is dark grey, almost black in some spots, and the fact that it was only 5:00 only made it that much more obvious how nasty of a storm this was turning out to be.

You hoped he was okay.

Back against the door, you sit and wait for him.

Within half an hour, his signature sound of arrival hits the door in quick succession.

Knock. Knock Knock. Knock.

Always in time with your heart.

“How bad was your walk?” You ask immediately, to which you hear a noise that’s somewhere between a groan and a laugh. “That bad, huh?”

“The thunder was pretty loud. Made me jump a few times.” He finally confesses.

Your heart drops, “J.. I told you not to come. I know you wanted to have our date, and I.. I really did too, but.. It’s freezing and raining. You could get sick.”

Concern is dripping from each and every word, and you miss the way his entire face lights up. His heart flutters at hearing how much you care for him. About him.

“Yeah, well, doll.. You’re worth it. Thanks for the coffee by the way. Good call.”

You hear him set his backpack down, followed by his jacket rubbing against the door as he sits. He lets out a half sigh, half hiss when his jeans hit the concrete beneath him, and you’re sure he’s completely soaked to the bone.

Outwardly, you say nothing. Silence. 

He’s not sure if you’re upset or angry. Or maybe just lost in contemplation.

Inwardly, you’re facing a battle. 

A battle between letting a man whom you had surprisingly strong feelings for sit out in the rain and catch a cold, and letting said man inside your apartment during a nationwide quarantine, never having met him face to face.

The lights flicker on and off. On and off again.

The thunder rumbles and you can see the sky flash through your curtains.

J lets out a soft, “Doll?”

Your windows fill with a quick, bright, white light for a moment, before the loudest crash of thunder makes your body tremble.

Your apartment goes black and silent in a matter of seconds, and J releases a quiet, “What the hell?”

Your hands are quaking, and your heartbeat kicks into overdrive as you make your final choice.

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[halictus-writer]

Welcome to Seattle (Ch. 4 of 5)

Remus woke early the next morning, feeling energetic. He brewed a fresh pot of coffee and sat down at his table/desk combination to work on his novel. Safely wrapped in an oversized sweater, he opened the window to let the fresh cold morning air in. It wasn’t until he had settled comfortably into a workflow and even lit a cinnamon-scented candle before he remembered that he should probably still be upset over being blown off from a dinner date last night.

Instead, he felt strangely at peace. Going to the Italian restaurant, laughing with Sirius, and eating pizza had seemed to wash away his troubles, and he wasn’t going to complain if it took a surprisingly short amount of time to feel normal again. After writing a chapter and a half, it was time to leave for his breakfast with the girls.

As Remus walked out of his apartment building, he tossed his jacket over his shoulder and almost skipped down the sidewalk–– tiramisu safely in hand–– with joy. Something about the day just felt good.

Walking into the breakfast nook, he spotted his friends already seated at a table.

“Marls! Dorcas!” He greeted them warmly, giving each of them a side-hug.

Dorcas responded with a “Hey, babe!” While Marlene fixed him with a look.

“You,” she said, index finger pointing at his chest, “are absolutely glowing.”

Remus’s cheeks began to turn red, a lingering side effect of any attention whatsoever being directed towards him. His smile stayed in place though. “What, no I’m not.”

“Why do you look so happy?”

“Also,” he drew out the word, talking over Marlene, “I brought you a gift!” Remus handed over the box containing last night’s tiramisu, previously concealed by his jacket.

“Oh my god, this looks so good.” Dorcas said, eyeing the dessert.

Marlene started to close the box again when Dorcas made a noise of protest. “What?” She asked, laughing. “We have to wait until after we eat breakfast.”

“No we most certainly do not, we are adults!” Dorcas protested, and reopened the box.

Conversation flowed comfortably between the three of them, updating each other on the events of the past week. For every minute of serious conversation, there seemed to be two more of random banter, staccatoed with flicking straw wrappers and play-fighting when Dorcas or Marlene wanted to prevent the other from telling a funny story at the expense of her girlfriend. After Marlene all but tackled Dorcas to successfully pass her phone to Remus–– displaying a video of a wine-drunk Dorcas driving backwards in Mario Kart, her face dropping in shock when Marlene’s voice from behind the camera points out that she is in last place–– they got disdainfully frowned at from a tourist family and an old married couple. James would have been proud.

Eventually, Dorcas brought the conversation back to Remus’s cancelled date. “So, Marls is right, you are glowing, and I love that, but tell us about last night. You don’t seem upset about it?”

Remus shrugged. “Well, yeah, I mean it sucked waiting around for the dinner date that never happened, but if it wasn’t meant to be then there’s really no use losing sleep over it, I suppose.”

Dorcas looked mildly impressed by his answer.

“Plus, I salvaged the evening by treating myself to pizza at the Italian restaurant right by my apartment. That’s where your pre-breakfast dessert hailed from.”

Marlene looked at the now-empty to-go box in surprise. “Wow, I love how we just devoured that and didn’t even ask you where it came from. I don’t think I even said thanks?”

“Don’t worry babe, we were doing him a favor. Remus hates soggy cake.” Dorcas stated confidently.

Remus laughed. “You’re welcome,” he said, looking only at Marlene. “But yeah, I wish the waiter knew that about me. I would be totally happy with any other free dessert, but I guess tiramisu is their specialty or something.”

“Wait, hold on,” Marlene paused. “Are you saying you didn’t buy this for us? I’m withdrawing my belated thanks.”

“No, no, wait hold on, but to the other part of that sentence,” Dorcas said. “Are you saying a waiter gave you a free dessert?”

“Yeah, he kind of always does.”

“Wait, is he like, flirting with you?”

“No!” Remus said, assuredly, but his cheeks turned warm anyway.

“He gave you a free dessert. He has given you multiple free desserts? That is definitely flirting.”

Remus wanted to protest this statement, somehow, but all he could come up with was a strangled sort of noise.

Marlene seemed encouraged by his obvious embarrassment. “Oh my god, you’re going to fall in love and make babies with the help of modern science. Your baby is going to like tiramisu and be born with the personality of an old man. Half you and half waiter boy.”

“What’s his name what’s his name what’s his name,” Dorcas parroted, poking him in the arm with each question.

“Absolutely not.” Remus answered. Having already witnessed Dorcas’s impressive online stalking skills, he wasn’t about to give her a name as unique as Sirius. “Besides, uh,” his tone softened, “honestly I think he only brings me desserts because he feels sorry for me.”

Dorcas’s playful smile dropped. “Oh, Remus,” she began, “don’t sell yourself short.”

Marlene nodded with her, but mercifully changed the subject a minute later.

***

Remus shifted in his seat as his phone vibrated once, signifying an incoming text message. He was in his daily meeting with the other writers for the newspaper. They had just wrapped up the business side of the meeting, and had moved on to the fun side: presenting the best (worst?) reader comments from their online stories.

“Okay, okay, my turn,” the room quieted as Minerva spoke up. She was one of the older writers, and had been at the paper for almost ten years now. Everyone respected (and possibly feared) her, but Remus had immediately connected with her after they locked eyes during a lunch break to discover that they were both reading the newest Margaret Atwood novel and sipping Earl Grey tea. “On my article covering the shopping mall that tried to prevent breastfeeding in public, Ken M. wrote ‘aside from being completely unnecessary, breastfeeding encourages babies to objectify women.’”

The room burst into laughter, and Remus took the opportunity to subtly check his phone. Sure enough, it was Roy, the man he had been messaging for the last few days, and had even moved from Tinder’s chat platform to real texting. He smiled, but turned the phone to Do Not Disturb until the meeting was over.

“Ken M. strikes again!” Someone else announced.

“Ken M. deserves his own column, I swear.” A voice from the back of the room chimed in. “This man comments something completely ridiculous on every post. On my piece on updated bus routes he got into an argument with someone else, and I didn’t read all the comments to know how it got there, but Ken M. ended their dispute with, and I quote, ‘God is a ridiculous myth.’”

Remus laughed along with his coworkers, and took a moment to enjoy the fun banter. He loved his job for his career, but also enjoyed the little positive moments that arose from his sudden move to the big city: meeting Minerva, discovering the infamous Ken M., and laughing along with his coworkers during a meeting. His old job had been at a small newspaper where the main source of workplace laughter was Remus silently laughing at the incompetence of his coworkers, not his readers.

As the meeting ended and people began to file out of the room, he pulled out his phone. Roy told Remus he wanted to take him to his favorite restaurant on Saturday night, and Remus happily agreed to meet him in front of the Pike Place Market neon sign at 6:30. The restaurant was a short walk from there, and Remus was glad he didn’t have to awkwardly refuse getting into the car with someone he didn’t know on a first date.

I want the restaurant to be a surprise, Roy had sent, but do you have any dietary restrictions? Remus appreciated his foresight, and answered with, I’m vegetarian, but I eat pretty much anything otherwise! Remus took a moment to smile dopily after receiving a quick response: perfect.

Remus was excited for the date. Roy was very handsome, with curly blond hair, soft blue eyes, and dimples. He was also, if his profile was to be trusted, very accomplished.  

***

The date was horrible. Roy kept most of the conversation centered on himself and his many achievements. Remus noticed that his eyes were actually brown, and while Remus had nothing against brown eyes, seeing as he had a pair of them himself, he couldn’t help but feel weirded out by the fact that Roy, or Gilderoy, as he referred to himself in the third person, had taken the time to edit or filter his eye color in all of his online photos.

By the time they arrived at the restaurant, Remus had already reminded himself over and over that it was just one date, and that even if it was disappointing, he would have a good story to tell later, and he didn’t feel unsafe at all. His friends had his phone’s location, and Dorcas had already assured him that she would “track down and throw from the Space Needle” any man who tried to harm Remus.

Remus tried to muster a polite smile as Roy told him about his obviously fabricated second meeting with Oprah, but his smile completely dropped when he read the front of his menu. They were at a steakhouse.

Their waitress approached, saving Remus from whatever monologue he was about to be subjected to. “What can I get started for you guys tonight?” She sounded bored, which Remus was willing to credit her for, as he understood working in the food industry was not exactly glamorous, but he still stupidly thought of Sirius’s excitement as he waited tables.

Roy had the nerve to try to order for Remus. Remus cut him off and appealed to the waitress. “I’m sorry, I realize you probably don’t get that many vegetarians here, but are there any vegetarian menu items?”

“You’re vegetarian?” The waitress said in surprise.

Remus didn’t expect that response, but he turned directly to Roy as he answered, “yes.”

***

An hour later, Remus was finally free of Roy. The aggravating man had offered to pay for the whole meal, with a public brandishing of his multiple credit cards, but Remus insisted they split it, just to ensure that no one thought he owed him anything. Remus wanted to never see this man again, and if that meant paying for half of a check that consisted of one expensive filet mignon and one cheap side salad, then it was well worth it.

Remus said goodbye in the midst of the Public Market, and then walked away. The last thing he wanted to do was get walked home by the insufferable man and have to listen to him, or worse, have to listen to him invite himself upstairs. As he walked home, he blocked Roy’s phone number, for good measure, and deleted the Tinder app from his phone. He dully realized that if he wanted to deactivate his account for good he would need to redownload the app first, but the symbolism felt nice in the moment.

Composure carried Remus inside his apartment building and up the stairs, but after finally locking his door behind him, he started crying. It was stupid really, and thinking that the idiot he wasted one evening with was making him cry only made him cry harder. His tears were out of frustration more than sadness.

He was frustrated that he couldn’t find a decent man on Tinder. He was frustrated that some asshole took him to a fucking steakhouse after knowing he was a vegetarian. He was frustrated because for whatever reason, he was alone on a Saturday night, again, and he very well may be alone on all future Saturday nights, because his ex-boyfriend decided that he didn’t love him anymore. What was even worse to think about, somehow, was that Remus didn’t even want his ex-boyfriend back. It would be so simple, he thought, to simply miss him, and hope that he would change his mind, and Remus could move back to his little college town and get his old job back at the small newspaper and compromise his life away. But he didn’t even want that anymore. Instead, he had to navigate the world not knowing if there was anyone that he could build a life with, all the while wasting his time on losers like Roy. And he was frustrated because he was hungry, having eaten only a small side salad for dinner.

Fueled by hunger and frustrated tears, he got up, grabbed his journal and pocketed a pen, made a halfhearted effort to wipe the tears from his face, and didn’t bother to change out of his date clothes before he headed out to go eat some comfort food.

He started crying a bit on his way to the restaurant, but it was dark outside and the anonymity of the large city granted some comfort. By the time he got to the restaurant, he was mostly calmed down, and just wanted to eat his pizza in silence, and process his emotions through writing them down in the journal he brought.

It was surprisingly busy at the restaurant for being so late on a Saturday night, and Remus took advantage of that fact to quietly slip into a booth as far away from Sirius’s normal section that he could. Remus didn’t think he would be able to keep up with Sirius’s banter, or familiarity, or free tiramisu tonight. Until he had taken the time to process his night on paper, he didn’t want to have to talk to anyone he knew. After a minute of solitude, a middle-aged waitress approached his table: success. He placed his order and went back to his journal.

As always, he started to feel better almost immediately after he started writing. Once he came to a good stopping point, he paused to look up, and drank some of the cold water the waitress had brought earlier. A few deep breaths later and he was feeling almost like a real human again.

Just then, a familiar voice sounded from behind him.

“Hey there.” Sirius’s voice sounded warm, as always, but slightly hesitant too.

“I brought you something, uh, I saw that your pizza just went in the oven, so it’s still going to be a few minutes.” He placed a small platter of roasted green beans to the side of Remus’s journal, and gave a tentative smile.

Remus had a quick fleeting thought of do you think I don’t eat enough vegetables? But, he realized how tasty they looked and how hungry he was. He felt his eyes water slightly as he tore his gaze from the gifted appetizer back up to Sirius.

“Do you feel sorry for me?” Remus asked, suddenly, “because I’m always alone?”

Sirius’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. Remus was almost as surprised as he was, for having verbalized the question that had popped into his mind at the moment. He supposed he meant to say alone here, in the restaurant, because that is where Sirius sees him, but it worked in the general sense too.

“How could I feel sorry for you,” Sirius said slowly, “when you look that good, even while you’re upset.” Sirius’s confident smile crept back onto his face as he walked away.

Remus watched him in surprise, and after a few seconds Sirius turned suddenly, instantly locking eyes with Remus. Caught. Sirius winked and turned back around again.

Remus frantically texted his friends. He first had to update them on the horrible date he had gone on, and then the friendly interactions he has had with Sirius over the course of his many visits to the restaurant, and finally what Sirius just said.

Marlene: First of all, Dorcas and I are gonna find this Roy guy and kill him, probably

Marlene: Second of all, REMUS! You gave me sexy-waiter-flirtation-tiramisu! What if he had put a love potion in it or something??

James: I think I’m missing something about tiramisu… is that some kind of euphemism??

Remus updated them on the desserts that Sirius had given Remus ever since he first came to the restaurant. He also started to smile again, almost unwillingly, at his friends’ texts. He remarked how much can happen in a night: excitement about a date, frustration during said failed date, sadness afterwards, spiraling into thinking he would never date again, getting flirted with, and eventually laughing as his wonderful friends tried to cheer him up, cheer him on, and just be their wonderfully unique and crazy selves.

Lily: Remus this is a sign! I said meeting someone organically would be the best, and here we are. You’ve been getting flirted with this whole time by someone you met in person!

Dorcas: She’s right, you should totally go for it! He obviously likes you

James: Come on mate, what do you have to lose?

Remus thought for a second, before responding to his support group.

Remus: my emotional support pizza

James: what??

The group convinced him to flirt back, and Remus silenced the phone before Sirius came back with his pizza. Evidently he had taken over his table from the earlier waitress.

“And here at last, one margherita pizza. Careful, it’s pretty hot, fresh out of the oven.” Sirius fiddled with the notepad he wrote orders in after setting the pizza down. “Um, enjoy your pizza.” He turned to walk away.

“Hey,” Remus spoke up, suddenly. Sirius turned around quickly at the sound. Remus’s eyes crinkled with happy mischief. “You too.”

Sirius laughed and continued his walk back to the kitchen.

***

When Sirius brought the check, Remus carefully penned his signature and a twenty percent tip. He idled for a moment, before flipping the receipt over and writing a string of ten digits. He paused for a second again, before adding underneath in neat scrawl “should you choose not to call, we must never speak of this, because I need to be able to eat margherita pizza here on my really bad days.” On a new line underneath, he just wrote “Remus”.

***

Thirty-four minutes later, Remus received a text message from an unknown number.

“Don’t worry Remus, I would never get between a man and his pizza.”

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[wonwuism]

Chapter 3.

Tuesday | NYC Institute of the Arts | Rooftop Café17 | 01:47 pm

“I’m not saying tie dye is ugly, I’m just saying there’s a reason it’s never been used in fashion before. Like, ever.”

“Sounds like you just think it’s ugly.”

Wonwoo wasn’t really paying attention to his friends. Whenever Vernon and Minghao started yet another discussion about fashion he usually zoned out into his own thoughts until they decided to let him decide who was right, as if he understood what they were even talking about. There was a good reason that he designed games and they designed clothing.

“Wonwoo what do you think about multi colored clothes?” Wonwoo looked over at his friends and thought for a second.

“Depends. If you’re talking about color blocking, I love it. If you’re asking me if I think Vernons shirt is ugly. I do. I hate it.” Minghao threw his head back in laughter and clapped his hands so loud, people around them started looking where the sound was coming from.

“You’re both assholes, you know that right?” Vernon took an angry bite from his chicken sandwich. Wonwoo chewed on his cheek instead. He wasn’t hungry today. It had been three days since he scribbled his e-mail address on a post it note for Mingyu to take. He wasn’t even sure why he was thinking about it so much, but just the thought of Mingyu never actually sending the pictures kept running through his mind. After thinking about it for another five minutes he couldn’t take it any longer.

“Hey guys?” The two mouths that had been excitedly talking about their weekend and the weird night out they’d had both shut and his friends shifted their focus on Wonwoo now.

“How long do you think it takes for a photographer to, you know, edit pictures?” Minghao raised his eyebrows in suspicion, since this was so obviously not a Wonwoo kind of question. Vernon, however, never really questioned anything and reacted right away.

“Well, it depends on how many shots they took and how much editing those shots need in terms of photoshop and stuff.”

“They’re just portrait shots of one guy that someone took at the shop. I was wondering when he’s going to e-mail them to me.” Vernon opened his mouth to answer, but Minghao beat him to it. As usual he could see right through Wonwoo as well as Jun did. It was something about his Chinese friends that made it impossible to hide things from them.

“Are you waiting for the pictures or for him to contact you?” It was Vernons turn to raise his eyebrows now and before Wonwoo could even think of an answer, Minghao spoke again.

“You’re usually never impatient, much less when it’s about something you don’t really care about, like, I don’t know, pictures from the flower shop. Spill it Wonwoo, who is this guy.”

Wonwoo let out a breath. They got him. He shouldn’t have asked them about it and just waited it out. Now he was going to tell them all about his dumb crush and they were going to ask him about it all the time. He could feel the panic under his skin, knocking at his bones again, but he calmed himself down. He wasn’t going to let it get to him over something as silly as this. Vernon and Minghao were his friends and even though they didn’t know about his anxiety disorder, they wouldn’t make fun of him for anything. They never judged anyone and they wouldn’t start now.

“Okay, so-“ Two bodies turned his way dramatically. “All I know really, is that his name is Mingyu and that he’s a photographer. He said that the shots were for his portfolio as well as the model’s, so I doubt he’s a professional. Oh and he’s straight.”

“He’s straight?”

“Yeah I know, but I was already kind of crushing on him when he told me that he thinks he doesn’t like guys, so it was a little too late for me to do anything about it.”

Both boys nodded and Wonwoo saw them think about answers to questions he didn’t ask. They were looking for solutions for problems that didn’t exist yet, and even though he loved his friends for it, he didn’t need to hear their two cents on the situation, so he cut them off.

“Don’t worry though, he’ll send the pictures soon and that’ll be the end of it.”

Before another word was said, Wonwoo could see Juliette walk their way. She always walked so lightly, like nothing was weighing her down. Her brown ponytail swung across her back and she seemed to glow in the light that beamed down on the rooftop café. She was the prettiest girl Wonwoo knew. He waved at her to divert attention from his miserable story and all was forgotten when Vernon saw his girlfriend come over.

“Hey guys!” She pecked Vernon’s cheek and took a seat next to him. Vernon looked at her with stars in his eyes for a second and Wonwoo felt a little jealous as usual. Who could blame him though. The two had been in love since they talked for the first time and had been together for 5 years now, still as in love as they’d been that first day. They were the couple that handled their problems before talking to anyone else about them and the kind of couple that got along with each other’s friends well, but still gave each other enough space to live their own lives. They were the kind of couple to sit next to each other after being together for 5 years and still secretly hold hands under the table just because they liked it. It was cute.

“Hey, what’s up? Don’t you have class now?” Vernon asked. She shook her head and made a pouty face. “It got cancelled because miss Claudette fell ill. She’s my favorite teacher though, so I hope she gets better soon. And I really like her class, so I’m a little sad now.” She shrugged her shoulders and took a sip of her coffee. “Hey Jules?” It was Minghao. She raised her eyebrows at him and hummed a response.

“Do you know anyone in photography by the name Mingyu?” Wonwoo almost choked on his spit and avoided Vernon’s surprised look to shoot daggers from his eyes at Minghao. Juliette was sweet and he trusted her for sure, but Minghao knew that Wonwoo didn’t like talking about his personal stuff to people.

“Mingyu? Uhhhh Mingyu, Mingyu, Mingyu… No, I don’t think I know him. There’s a Min-gi, though. Maybe that’s the one you’re looking for?” Minghao turned to look at Wonwoo who shook his head no. “No, it’s definitely Min-gyu. Kim Mingyu, I think.”

“No, I don’t think we have anyone in the photography department with that name, sorry.” She didn’t ask any more information and Wonwoo was glad. She was like Vernon in a way that they were willing to help you as much as you needed them to, but they didn’t push you to tell them more.

“It’s okay,” he said. “It’s not really important anyway. I have to go, though. See you guys around.” He took his own empty cup and other trash off the table to throw it away and the others waved at him before he walked off. He didn’t really have to go. He was just leaving because they were talking about him too much for his liking. Wonwoo knew that they were just going to continue without him now, but as long as he wasn’t there to hear it, he didn’t really mind.

Wonwoo debated on whether to go home or to the flower shop to work on his project, but a text from Jihoon already decided for him.

Jihoon: I’m in WOOZI mode

He chuckled. Whenever he got that text he knew what time it was. Jihoon was in a huge producing flow and was making magic in their room. WOOZI was the name he produced under and this simple text let Wonwoo know not to come home for a while to not disturb the process. Some people would’ve thought it’s annoying not to be able to go home, but Wonwoo didn’t mind. It had been a while since Jihoon had sent him anything like this or let him hear a new song, so Wonwoo put his phone into his pocket and was on his way to the shop.

Tuesday | Pledis Flowers | 06:03 pm

Wonwoo was debating on what he would have for dinner. He’d been working on his game for a while without making a lot of progress for a few hours. He could get some Mexican takeout and treat Jihoon for doing well today. He was just about to text if his roommate had dinner plans yet, when his e-mail app showed a notification. Heart beating, fingers shaking, breath quickening. Wonwoo opened the e-mail and there it was. Mingyu’s name.

Hey Wonwoo!

I attached a folder with the shots I ended up choosing for my portfolio :)

I hope you like them enough to put them on the website!

I also added some tulips that I took a picture of the other day because I know you like flowers. Or I think you do, since you work in the flower shop haha

Anyway let me know what you think,

Mingyu

Wonwoo didn’t miss the way Mingyu added 10 numbers under his name. He gave Wonwoo his phone number. Wonwoo scolded himself for thinking too much about it. It just meant he preferred to discuss the pictures over the phone. That’s it.

With one click on the attached folder, Wonwoo held his breath. Jeonghan looked more like an angel than ever in these pictures. The lighting from outside hit his features perfectly and Wonwoo took a moment to appreciate the color correcting Mingyu had done to the pictures. They looked amazing and professional.

The last picture just showed an unedited shot of some pink and yellow tulips that made Wonwoo smile. He felt proud for somehow being a small part of this and he called Joshua over to show him the pictures. Seungcheol was with a customer and Wonwoo knew he didn’t really care much for the pictures anyway.

Josh stood behind him as Wonwoo opened the first one and with every new picture he could just feelJoshua go crazier. None of them said anything until the last picture was on the screen. “That’s all of them,” Wonwoo said. He looked over to his colleague to see what he could only describe as a man in love. Joshua was still staring at the screen with eyes glazed over, like his mind wasn’t really in the room anymore. “I’m in love with him. Good god, I’m so in love Wonwoo. I need to see him again.”

Wonwoo gave him a soft smile. He’d never seen Joshua like this. Usually it was all overly confident remarks and flirting, but the way he was looking at the pictures right now told Wonwoo that this time things might be different. He clicked the picture off the screen and it now showed the e-mail Mingyu sent him. He was about to close that tab, too, when Joshua stopped him.

“Wait, he gave you his phone number?” Big eyes stared at Wonwoo and he felt slightly uncomfortable at the fact that Joshua knew about it now. It had felt kind of secret before, and Wonwoo realized he actually liked it like that.

“Um, yeah, I think he wants me to let him know if I like the pictures that way.” Joshua all of a sudden seemed to be completely back into reality and he was almost shaking with excitement. “Wonwoo, this is perfect! You can help me get to Jeonghan through Mingyu! You have to call him right now! Please?”

Wonwoo thought about it. He didn’t want to ask Mingyu to help out arrange things for Joshua. Especially since he’d already mentioned he doesn’t like to get into other people’s personal business. What if he felt used or even got mad at Wonwoo for suggesting it?

“Not right now, but I’ll see what I can do, okay? But if I get too nervous about it please don’t be mad. I’m not even sure if I even have the guts to call him at all.”

Joshua nodded. He understood. “Yeah, that’s okay, just think about it, okay? You wanna grab dinner together? I’m craving pancakes.” Wonwoo shook his head no and told Josh he was probably going to treat Jihoon to Mexican food, since he worked hard today.

They talked a little about the pictures with Seungcheol while they worked on cleaning and organizing the shop and Wonwoo walked out with them to close for the day before waving them off and walking the other way to take a subway to his dorm. He decided that he’d just order takeout and pick it up before heading into the dorms without even asking Jihoon. He knew the boy probably hadn’t been outside anyway, so Wonwoo thought he could take the risk.

Tuesday | Wonwoo’s dorm room | 09:16 pm

Leftover takeout was on the floor and soft hip hop was playing in the background. Jihoon had told Wonwoo all about his new tracks and said that taking a walk the other day had really helped him out, so he decided to go for a walk every night from now on.

Wonwoo had his eyes closed and he listened to the sounds coming from Jihoons speakers. He didn’t hear the lyrics though. All Wonwoo could think about right now were ten little numbers. They spun around his head in a loop, demanding his attention. They made him nervous to no extent, but he knew they wouldn’t stop their torture until he pressed them into the screen on his phone and clicked the call button.

And he wanted to, he realized. He wanted to call Mingyu and talk about the pictures, just to hear his voice. Maybe they could talk about other things, like why Mingyu wasn’t majoring in photography and what he did do. Wonwoo didn’t know if he’d have the balls to ask about it, though. But he was going to call him right now. He had to.

Quickly, so he didn’t have any room to change his mind, Wonwoo pressed the numbers into his screen. He only saw them twice in the e-mail, but it had been enough to know them by heart already. Wonwoo blamed it on being a visual learner. With a shaky thumb he put the phone to his ear to hear it ring.

Pick up. Don’t pick up. Don’t. Don’t. Pick up. Pick up. Pick up. No, don’t-

“Hello?” Shit.

“Hi, um… Is this- is this Mingyu?”

“Yeah this is he. Wait, Wonwoo is that you?” As every time, Mingyu switching to Korean made Wonwoo feel comfortable and a little light inside.

“Yeah, it’s me, hi.” He should’ve thought about what to say. This was awkward. Mingyu was going to think he’s weird. Great job Wonwoo.

“Oh hi! I’m so glad you called!” Mingyu sounded like the overexcited puppy that Wonwoo remembered, and it made him think that maybe this wasn’t all that awkward as long as Mingyu kept talking to him like this.

“Did you see the pictures I sent you? Wait, of course you did. You wouldn’t have called if you didn’t.” Wonwoo’s heart fluttered, because Mingyu was also nervous. “Yeah, I did. They were wonderful. So pretty.”

“Wonderful. I don’t think anyone’s said that about my pictures before. It sounds nice. Thank you.” It took a few seconds of silence to realize Mingyu couldn’t see him smile and Wonwoo felt a little stupid, but then Mingyu talked again and Wonwoo wondered if he didn’t hate the fact that Wonwoo was so quiet.

“So, I was thinking. I’ve been working on my portfolio for a while, but- I’m really bad at the whole design part of it. I can’t seem to make it look nice, no matter what I do. Would you, only if you want to, please help me out with it? Just give me some advice about coloring maybe, or placement? I’m really at the end of my wits here. I’ve spent hours on it already, but it still…” he laughed. “Yeah it looks like shit.”

Wonwoo laughed too. He liked that Mingyu was asking him for help. Not just because it’s him, but because it was a good thing that Mingyu wasn’t afraid to own up to his mistakes and it’s something that Wonwoo found to be a sign of good character. His mom had taught him that back when he was small. She also said Wonwoo was a little too good at it, since he saw mistakes that he didn’t even make. She was always right.

“Do you want to send it to me so I can make notes on it?”

“Actually, I think it’s best if we meet up. Is that okay with you?”

Wonwoo’s heart quickened and he tried not to breathe too fast so Mingyu would hear it. It was fine, this was fine. It was completely okay.

“You can pick the place if it makes you feel more comfortable.”

There it was again. Mingyu sensing Wonwoo’s anxiety, even through the distance of a phone call. Mingyu taking steps back to make him feel more at ease. Whether that be physical steps like the first time they met, or just a step back in his excitement over the phone, because he could tell it overwhelmed Wonwoo.

“Yeah, we can meet. I’ll think about the place. Is it okay if I text you about when and where?” All of a sudden being on the phone with Mingyu felt too close for Wonwoo and he wanted to get away from it.

“Oh, okay, yeah that should be fine. I’m available any night this week except for Friday.”

“Okay, I’ll see when I’m free. Goodnight Mingyu.”

“Wonwoo?”

“Yeah?”

“Were the flowers wonderful as well?”

Wonwoo closed his eyes so hard he saw white and all of a sudden he wanted to scream, or cry, or hit something. Mingyu was so incredibly nice to him and Wonwoo didn’t want him to. It was too much.

“They were,” he managed to squeak out.

“Good. Goodnight Wonwoo.”

Wonwoo hung up the phone and immediately a wave of panic hit him. Terrible thoughts washed over him. Thoughts that told him lies and that made him feel horrible about himself. Wonwoo curled himself up into a ball on his bed and tried to calm his breathing. The music in the background was so loud. Way too loud. But Wonwoo was frozen, so he couldn’t move to turn it down.

For twenty minutes Wonwoo panicked. His breathing went wild and his heart exploded with every beat. His hands shook and his head hurt so bad he wanted to split it in half to let out the monster hiding in his skull. After those twenty minutes his body gave up on him for the night, too exhausted to do anything else. Wonwoo fell into a restless sleep filled with scenarios in which he ruined everything.

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[snazzamazing]

Most of you have noticed already but there has been a huge lack of me posting recently. I have been having one of the most toughest artist times for a while. I've in this mood where I would be having major art block bit lots of motivation at the same time. When those two moods combine into one, it just makes one big mess of chaotic emotions. It's been going on for a long time. I'm stuck with my art at the moment. I'm just going to come clean and say it but doing art lately has been feeling like a tight and complicated stressful schedule for me. For months and months I've been having a mindset where I feel like I NEED to be posting constantly because I fear that if I dont, people would leave me. I fear that my account would just die and that my content wouldn't be relevant anymore. I hate that feeling. My art has been seeming like it's only meant to be posted to show that I'm active. My text posts or me answering questions now made me realize that I'm not even doing those for fun anymore! I'm only posting them to let people know that I'm still here. It really does seem like I'm working for some big company and that I have to post my work constantly and have to make sure it's all coming out perfectly, and its stressful. Now this is nobody's fault, this is just how I feel now.

I like to look back at some really old posts/art of mine to remember what it was like to feel more free. I miss the feeling of not caring about people's opinions on my interests. I miss the feeling of posting whatever I wanted and posting whenever I wanted. I want to go back to that and I am for sure going to work hard on getting back to that. I've honestly have been so scared to post art now. I miss posting about ships I like, about stupid comics, about my silly fnaf ideas, about my other interests but people's judgments and opinions all of a sudden matter to me now. It has started being that way ever since my account started getting bigger and bigger. I would get attacked for bringing up a thing I like or a thing I'm into and it really scared me and made me not want to share my opinions or interests ever again. I absolutely despised constantly having that feeling. That all ends now. I want to be down to earth with everyone because ya know, I'm human too.

Okay now let's talk about what I wanna do with my art. My art has been feeling repetitive and bland to me. I dont want that. For the past time I would mention stuff like "posting this soon!" Or "get ready for a new post Tomorrow!" And then never post it ever. Why? Because plans dont work out all the time. I only post art I'm satisfied with so if my art takes forever to post or just gets cancelled on posting then that's that. I do feel bad, but I'd rather have art up that makes me happy too. The fnaf 2 art I said that I was gonna post? Yeah, not happening. It's not turning out as I wanted so sorry for missing out on the fnaf 2 anniversary:(

Speaking of fnaf, I am still going to continue drawing it. But I've been wanting to draw other content too for the longest time. The reason why I dont post other content more is because nobody is interested in it. It doesnt get as much attention as my fnaf art. That used to not bother me but the thing is I cant keep doing fnaf content forever so I care now. I want to post more about my ocs and their wacky world. I want to post about other fandoms, even fandoms that I'm not even into! I have been dging to post overwatch but held back on that because the whole blizzard controversy happened and I was scared that people would hate me to post overwatch at such a bad timing like that. I've been into overwatch for years and have been wanting to post art about it but didnt because I was very self conscious on my human style. But now that I figured it out, things went all over the place. For those of you who dont know, I've also had an overwatch blog years ago but deleted it later cause I didnt like how the blog turned out. I am going to post overwatch art in the future cause ive enjoyed the game for years now. What blizzard did was terrible and I'm not on board with it so please dont hate me, I just really like the OW characters. ANYWAY, I WAS HAVING A PANIC ATTACK AND RANTED OFF TRACK BUT YEAH. I WANT TO EXPAND MY ART A LITTLE.

And last thing. I've said it before, but I HATE feeling like my art has to be on a schedule where theres deadlines and where I have to post constantly. I'm having mini burnouts. So to all those people who sent messages about me not posting anymore or about my account dying, I want to let you know that my account is still alive and will have posts. Please understand that if I am taking forever to post something new, I am trying to figure things out. I am trying to figure out time management for school and art. I am trying to figure out things on my art style. I am trying to figure out new ideas for big projects I wanna do. I am trying to figure myself out and I dont need to be rushed. I am an artist and I am free to do what I want and post whenever I want. Art is for fun and for stressing myself out.

THERE, THERE I FINALLY RANTED IT ALL OUT. It was an extremely long rant, but I really needed to get it off my chest. Again, nobody is at fault here and nobody is forcing my wack behavior to be like this, it's just some thoughts I need to get out of my head. You are all important and matter to me so I have to be honest with everyone. I cant keep hiding away. I'm just some teen wacko girl that wants to draw characters and be friends with you cool weirdos :)

Love you all💖

Edit: I am so sorry if my rant made no sense and is all over the place or if it somehow upset people, that wasnt my intent. Its 2am and I'm all panicky so I had to rant sO THAT I CAN SLEEP

[hockeytrashgoblin]

Just One Date? ~Part 1

A/N: Anon you spoke and I listened. Here is part one of this really cute Alex Tuch series. I hope you guys enjoy and especially you anon, I hope I can do this justice for you! 

it’s also almost 4000 words so it’s pretty long oops

It was a Monday afternoon and like always I was putting away the camera equipment from the post-practice interviews. I only got to do help and really participate on Mondays, Thursdays, and Sundays. The rest of the time I spent editing or shadowing people elsewhere. The days I got to be around everyone and be around the boys, the knights, were always my favourite. I had ended up becoming pretty good friends with a few of them like William, Shea, Ryan and Fleury. I guess I was sort of friends with Alex too if you could call it a friendship. It was weird. Well not so much weird as he flirted with me and asked me out every week and I didn’t think he was serious about it at all, just teasing me for my very obvious crush on him.

I was almost done deconstructing and putting away the camera when I saw someone walk up out of the corner of my eye. I knew who it was without looking up and the blush on my face appeared as soon as he did. I hated that I blushed so easily around him. It always made him smirk and God I’d like to just kiss that dumb smirk off his face but alas.

“Hi Tuch.”

“Hi gorgeous.” he said making me blush even redder.

“How are you today?”

“I was doing pretty good. But I’m doing really good now that I’m here talking to you.”

“Oh.” I said dumbly rolling my eyes. If it was for what he said or I said who knows. Maybe it was a bit of both.

“How are you?”

“Oh um..I’m okay?”

“You don’t sound so sure.” he said with a small chuckle making me glare up at him making him actually laugh.

“I’m sure.”

“Are you? You’re awfully red. Maybe you’ve got a fever or something.” he put emphasis on the ‘or something’ and winked at me making me blush more. “God you’re so cute.”

“Alex come on shut up you don’t mean that.”

“Of course I mean it. I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t.” he said with a serious tone. I looked into his eyes trying to find any hint that he was joking around but couldn’t find one so I just shrugged.

“If you say so.”

“I do. Now onto the real reason I came over here. Go on a date with me?”

“There it is.” I said rolling my eyes. “Tuch how many times are you gonna ask?”

“As many times as it takes for you to say yes.” he said with a confident smile.

“You’re insufferable.” I said rolling my eyes as I latched the camera case closed and started bringing it to the closet where it lived. Alex stopped me though.

“Let me.” he said, taking it.

“Alex you’re not supposed to touch that! Stop.”

“Calm down (y/n/n) it’s fine. I just want to help.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Okay fine. I like calling you gorgeous way better anyway.” he said with his dumb smirk making me blush and groan as he put the camera away. “So what do you say? Date?”

“Alex I’ve said no a million times why are you still doing this?” I tried walking out of the room but he boxed me in with his arms.

“(y/n) have you ever considered that I might just maybe want to date you?” he said sarcastically.

“Noooo come on, you’re putting me on. Gee golly gosh, I never thought of that even one time.” I said just as sarcastically putting one hand on my hip and the other on my forehead. He ducked his head down and laughed which made me laugh.

“The real question is why do you say no every time? You always get all blushy and cute whenever we’re in a room together. Especially when I talk to you. And I catch those beautiful eyes looking at me all the time.”

“Alex this is all just a game to you. As soon as you get what you want you’ll be gone again.”

“How do you know that?” he asked looking a little offended.

“I’m sorry Alex, that came out worse than I meant for it to..” I said looking down blushing worse and scratching my arms anxiously.

“Hey stop that.” he said bringing one of his arms down and laying his hand on mine to stop it. “I don’t want you to be nervous around me.”

“A little late for that if you couldn’t tell already from like, every encounter we’ve ever had.”

“Why do you keep turning me down (y/n)?”

“I don’t want to look stupid okay? I don’t want to be the sad dumb end of a joke or a bet or just be used. I just can’t get it out of my head that this is one of those things.” I answered quietly looking at the ground.

“My god no. That’s not what this is at all. Beautiful, look at me.” I shook my head but he gently grabbed the sides and tilted my face to look up at his. “I want to date you because I like you. Is that so hard to believe?”

“Yes.” I said even more quietly.

“Just give me a chance? One date?” he asked quietly matching my volume.

“What about work?”

“There’s nothing against it. We work for two different companies.”

“Okay one date.”

“Really?” he asked, letting go of my face with a big smile.

“Only one. Make it good Tuch.” I said jabbing my finger into his chest making him laugh.

“I will. It’ll be the best date you’ve ever been on.”

“Well that really won’t be hard to do but okay I guess I’ll try to look forward to it.” I said sarcastically making him laugh.

“Okay I gotta go but I’ll text you later with details.”

“Alex you’ve got a game later!” I said laughing.

“Yeah well priorities.” He said winking.

“Your priorities are fucked.” I laughed making him laugh too.

“Okay well I would love to stay here and chat but I’ve got a midday nap I need to take so I’ll see you later.”

“Oh one more thing Alex.” I said when he was in the doorway.

“What is it, gorgeous?”

“If this is all a joke and you stand me up for this date I will absolutely destroy you. I’ll literally tear you a new asshole.”

“Kinky.” he said with a smirk.

“I’m not kidding Tuch, I refuse to be treated that shitty.”

“Good thing I’m never going to treat you that shitty then huh?” he gave me another smile before waving bye and exiting the room.

It didn’t really click that I had agreed to go on a date with him until I was curled up in my bed with pajamas on getting texts from him. I was panicking, not gonna lie. All sorts of thoughts were running through my head. What if he didn’t actually want to date me? What if he wasn’t going to show up and I would have to move back to Canada just to get away from the embarrassment that being stood up by him would cause? What if this is all just a sick joke like before? 

I let the what ifs work me up until I was crying. It wasn’t the first time I cried over a date and it probably wouldn’t be the last. I just got so nervous about myself as a person that I just turned into a mess. I didn’t know what kind of person I needed to be or that they were expecting me to be. I really didn’t want Alex to go out on this date with me and then realize I was different than he thought and he didn’t want to have me around anymore at all.

The reasonable side of my brain countered that completely. I had hung out with the boys so much. Going out to bars, hanging out at their houses, even sometimes hanging around the rink on my days off. Tuch had been around me enough that he should know at least a little bit of what my personality was. But my anxious brain overpowered that and I stayed awake half the night worrying. Tossing and turning until I was just too exhausted to keep my eyes open.

I woke up to my alarm and groaned loudly at the sound. I set another alarm for a few hours later and went back to sleep for a bit. I set it so I’d still have enough time to shower and let my hair air dry as well as get dressed. Alex had decided our date would be today because apparently he just couldn’t wait. He offered to come pick me up so I wouldn’t be as worried that he wouldn’t show up and I honestly really appreciated that he compromised with me instead of just canceling. 

Once the alarm went off again I still felt like I hadn’t slept at all but that’s what anxious sleeps will do to a person. I got up anyway and was even more nervous than before. I showered and towel dried my hair a little bit before trying to figure out what to wear. I looked over his text again.

Tuch: wear something light that you won’t be too hot in but bring something warmer for later just in case.

What the fuck did that mean? What were we even doing? I sent him a text asking me if he could tell me what we were doing and he said no again. I rolled my eyes but I wasn’t really expecting anything different from him. He sent me another text not too long after.

Tuch: how would you feel about an overnight adventure?

Me: I don’t know, what are we doing?

Tuch: Beautiful, if I tell you it won’t be a surprise. I promise it’ll be lots of fun.

Me: I dunno Alex..

Tuch: Will and Shea think that you’ll love it if that helps convince you more lol

Me: wow gee yes. I am convinced now.

Tuch: I promise it’ll be a lot of fun.

Me: okay fine. If I end up dead though I’m so haunting your ass.

Tuch: so aggressive. I like it.

I left it at that and went back to trying to figure out what to wear. I decided on shorts with a comfy crewneck. No point in really dressing up, I didn’t want his expectations for how I look to be too high from normal. I also didn’t want him to think I was trying too hard by wearing a dress or something. I put on some flip flops to go with it and looked in the mirror. I didn’t look drop dead gorgeous or anything but I looked pretty good, cute I thought. No model by any means but I was happy with how it looked. I moved on to packing an overnight bag. Packing up extra clothes, pajamas, medications, a brush, and anything else I could think of that I might need. Once I was done it was almost time for Alex to pick me up so I just waited around downstairs. I got a snapchat from him a little while before he was supposed to be there. It was a video of traffic and then it switched to his pouting face as he said, “It’s like they don’t know I’m trying to get to the cutest girl in the world right now. It’s rude. I’ll be there soon gorgeous. I promise.”

I blushed like mad and smiled really big. I tried to get myself under control before answering but I was still blushing so I knew he’d know he got to me. I couldn’t really bring myself to care though. He only ended up being like 5 minutes late and when I let him in be just apologized a million times.

“Alex stop you’re okay.” I exclaimed laughing as he apologized again for being late. “You told me what was happening. I wasn’t worried about you being a little late.”

“I just feel bad. I should’ve left earlier.”

“Tuch cut it out, it’s fine I promise. As long as you communicate with me we’re good.” 

“You’re sure?”

“Yes Alex.” I said touching his arm lightly. “Calm down a little yeah?”

“Okay. Do you have everything you need?”

“Yeah I think so. Do I need to bring food or anything?”

“No I’ve got it covered. Snacks too. Will helped me.” he said with a small smile.

“That was nice of him. Well that’s it then I’m ready to go if you are.”

“Cool let’s go.” he said with a smile taking my beg from me.

“Oh my goood Aleex I can carry my own shit.” I groaned with a smile.

“Yeah well maybe I’m a gentleman and don’t want you to.”

“But-”

“Beautiful, you could just say thank you, ya know?” he said with a smirk that made me blush and him laugh. “There’s that blush.” he poked my cheek and I glared at him.

“Now I’m really not saying thank you.”

“Wow grumpy.” he said still with a smile on his face.

“I’m just kidding. Thank you for carrying my bag, you didn’t have to.”

“You’re welcome (y/n). Buckle up, we’ve got a bit of a drive ahead of us.”

“Oh? How long?”

“About 20 minutes? Maybe 30?”

“Man you really are planning on killing me.” I teased as I got situated in the car. 

“I would never.” he said giving me a smile. He handed me his phone and I just kinda stared at it like an idiot making him laugh. “Put some music on you dork.”

“Oh fuck yeah okay.” I slid it open and was surprised to find no passcode on it. I went to his spotify app and saw a playlist that was called ‘stuff (y/n) will like hopefully’. “Quite the playlist you got here Tuch.”

“The guys helped me make it. Some of it is songs you like but some of it is stuff you might not have heard before..I dunno I just wanted to make something that you’d hopefully like.” he said a slight red colour coming to his cheeks.

“That’s really sweet. Thank you Alex.” I said, giving him a smile back. I put on the playlist and it was pretty quiet in the car besides the music. I was really just listening to what he thought I’d like. I was interested to know if it would be stuff I liked. Turns out most of it was really good. I lot of it I didn’t know but he got it pretty spot on with my all over the place music taste. We weren’t very far into the playlist though when we got to where we were going so I didn’t hear the whole playlist but from what I did hear it was good.

“Okay you’re actually going to have to grab your stuff this time.”

“But my arms will fall off. Alex how will I ever go on?”

“You’re a little shit.” he said laughing.

“Your little shit.” I said before immediately turning red as he raised an eyebrow. “Hey where even are we anyway?”

“Nice try cutie but I’m not forgetting about what you just said. We’re at lake Mead though.”

“Really? I’ve always wanted to come here!”

“I know you have. Now get out and grab your stuff so we can get this date started and I can sweep you off your feet.” he said giving me a wink before jumping out of the car. I followed soon after to the trunk to get my bag.

“I dunno man, you’re gonna have to try awfully hard to sweep me off my feet.”

“I’m up for the challenge.” 

“You always do like a challenge.” I said as we walked down a dock. “Where are we going?”

“Right about here.” he said walking in front of me and stopping making me bump into him. He grabbed my arms to steady me making me laugh.

“You did that on purpose.”

“Maybe.” he said smirking. “Anyways here is where we will be staying tonight. Well I mean not right here but on the boat.”

“What really?”

“Yes really! Now come aboard and I’ll give you the tour.” he reached his hand out and I grabbed it getting onto the boat. He climbed up after me and put his stuff down on the deck. “So here is upstairs, I drive here and you get to sit and do whatever you want.”

“I like that.”

“And if we go downstairs,” he said, opening the door for me to go down. I climbed in and he came in after. “We’ve got a little kitchen here, a bathroom right beside us with no shower unfortunately and through here we have the bedroom.”

“Comfy.” I said throwing myself onto the bed. “But where will you sleep?”

“Wherever. I don’t really care. I can sleep on one of the benches upstairs or on the little couch for the kitchen table or something.”

“Tuchy I was kidding. You can sleep here, I don’t care.”

“I just don’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything.” he said with a serious look on his face.

“You won’t. And if you do I’ll let you know. Communicating remember?” I asked kicking his leg.

“Yeah okay.” he gave me a sweet smile before it turned mischievous and he pulled me by the leg off the bed a bit. “But come on now we’re gonna go boating for a bit if that’s cool with you?”

“Yeah for sure.” we went back up on the deck and he started untying things. A man from the dock helped us get going and with that we were off. Alex was a good driver so I wasn’t too worried about the boat. He followed all the rules and it was really nice to let go for a bit and feel the wind in my hair and have the water splash my face. Once it was almost dinner time we were just slowing down when Alex decided to ask me, “Do you want to drive the boat?”

“Alex I’m not qualified to drive a boat and you know it.” I said crossing my arms. “So much for you following the rules today huh?”

“Come here, I’ll help you.” he offered with a smile. It looked pretty fun so I just rolled my eyes and walked over to him sitting on his lap. He explained a few things to me but then just gave up when I didn’t understand. “I’ll control the speed and you can steer with a little bit of help, deal?”

“Sounds good to me.” I said as he started up the boat again. It took a little while but we finally got to a point where he was barely steering anymore. He just had his hands balancing on the steering wheel and his chin was resting on my shoulder as he watched me laugh and have fun ‘driving’ the boat. After a little while we stopped and anchored the boat, which he let me help with. We went down to the underside of the boat and he started taking out some cold cuts and pasta salads and stuff for dinner. We sat close together so our legs were touching and shoulders were bumping just joking around and eating. Once we were done we went back up to the deck and were watching the sunset listening to music again. 

We spent the time talking about childhood memories, embarrassing stories, our favourite things. Really we just talked about everything. I was really comfortable with him and the stories just kept pouring out of me. Even traumas and private stuff I was talking about. I don’t know at what point he held my hand or at what point I laid my head on his shoulder. What I did know though was that I was having an amazing time and I didn’t want to move anytime soon. We talked well past when the stars came out. Eventually though we had to call it a night. Alex let me go in first to change then he got changed in the other room before coming in and joining me on the bed.

“Are you sure you’re okay with me sleeping in here with you?” he asked quietly draping a warm blanket over the two of us.

“I’m positive Alex. As long as you know that this is absolutely not leading to sex. If you were hoping it was, I’m going to disappoint you.”

“Hey, hey no.” he said turning me over to face him. “That’s not what I wanted here at all. That wasn’t the intention.”

“Okay. I just wanted you to know so you didn’t get the wrong idea.”

“You deserve so much better than that beautiful.” he said brushing my hair out of my eyes.

“Yeah well..” I said shrugging.

“I’m gonna show you better than that.”

“Hmm pretty cocky that this first date went well huh?” I said sticking my tongue out at him.

“Alright fine then, tell me you don’t want to see me again.” he challenged with a grin making me laugh.

“I can’t tell you that.”

“So does that mean I move on to date 2?” he asked, leaning over me.

“I guess.” I sighed out sarcastically. He was smiling at me and biting his lip which made my insides really just turn into jello.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked suddenly breaking the short bit of silence. I didn’t answer verbally, instead I just pulled him down to me and kissed him. It felt incredible. I could kiss him for hours, days even, without getting bored at all. He broke away too soon for my liking. “I wanted to do that since you were driving the boat.”

“Alex that was so long ago.” I said laughing, hitting his arm.

“I know. You were just so cute I couldn’t help it but then I didn’t want to over step but I just never stopped thinking about it.”

“You fucking sap.” I said with a smile bringing his lips to mine again. We broke apart and he just laid down beside me on the bed with a smile on his face. I traced his cheek with my finger. “Cute.”

“Now who’s a sap?”

“Fuck off Tuch, we were having a sweet moment!”

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[cantgetoutofmyheda]

I love affair au but can you write a cute small town au. Best friends to lovers in the big city.

“Clarke, wake up,” Lexa shouted through the door leading to the blonde’s room, “I can’t find my neck pillow!”

“Ugh,” the blonde murmured from the nest of blankets she had burrowed herself into, “I’m sleeping, Lexa.”

The brunette took Clarke’s reply as a cue to open the door, “Have you seen it anywhere?”

“Lex!” Clarke huffed as she put a pillow over her head to block out the sound of her best friend’s voice.

Lexa pulled her lips into a smirk before plunging herself atop the blonde’s body, “Morning, Clarke.”

Clarke begrudgingly removed the pillow covering her face, “Why must you do this to me?”

Lexa stayed in her position, knowing Clarke wasn’t awake enough to have the strength to push her off, “Because it’s nearly 10am and there’s no reason for you to still be asleep. And because my flight is in two hours and can’t find my neck pillow and something tells me you’ve hidden it from me.”

“Well,” Clarke rubbed her sleepy eyes as she sat up, “maybe if you weren’t traveling so much, I wouldn’t have to start hiding things from you.”

Lexa rolled her eyes, “You hiding my things isn’t going to stop work from making me travel.”

“What if next time I hid your passport?” Clarke raised a brow.

Lexa snorted, “Then I’d tell you to have fun explaining that to Titus.”

It wasn’t that the blonde’s actions we’re just, but Lexa understood where she was coming from. After all, it had been Lexa’s idea that the pair moved from their small and quaint hometown to Polis. Lexa had a great job opportunity waiting and knew that Clarke would be able to still do her freelance graphic design work from wherever she pleased; she also knew a bigger city meant a better chance at getting more clients.

The thing is, Lexa and Clarke had been inseparable their entire lives. They grew up down the street from each other, they started daycare together, they went through middle school and high school together, they even roomed together in college. Unknowingly, they had become an extension of one another.

“It’s not fair,” Clarke let out, to which Lexa raised a questioning brow.

“What isn’t fair?”

At this point, Clarke was fully sitting up. Lexa had finally gotten off the top of her and was seated by her side. The blonde leaned her head on her best friend’s shoulder, “You made me move here with you, but you’re never actually here.”

“Clarke-”

Clarke shook her head as she cut the girl off, “No, it’s true. This was your idea and now it feels like I’m just stuck here while you’re off traveling the world. I only see you a few times a month now, Lex, and when I do, you’re running around the apartment like a crazy person, unpacking and repacking your suitcase for your next trip.”

Lexa closed her eyes in thought, “I know.”

“At this rate, we might as well get a one bedroom to save on rent since you’re never here,” Clarke let out.

“That’s not fair, Clarke.”

“It’s not fair that this was your idea and now I’m just stuck here.”

“After this trip, I don’t have to go anywhere for another three weeks,” Lexa offered, “Maybe I can take a few days off and we can go somewhere for a long weekend.”

Clarke shook her head, “The last time you said that, they put you on a last minute flight to London and we had to cancel our Airbnb. I’d rather not chance that again.”

Defeated, Lexa grounded her feet to the cold wooden floors to start her exit back to her own bedroom, “I’m sorry, Clarke. I’ll be better, I promise.”

“Lex,” Clarke called after the girl, “I’m proud of you. You worked so hard to get this job and I know all the travel is because you’re doing an amazing job. I just miss you. I miss you a lot.”

“Me too,” the brunette sighed as she leaned against the door frame.

Clarke clicked her tongue, “I hid it under the couch cushion. Have a safe trip, Lex.”

Lexa nodded as she gave the blonde a somber smile, “I’ll be home soon.”

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Lexa looked down at her phone, her text to Clarke from the day prior saying she had landed safely was still unanswered.

“For someone who just sold in a solid plan, you don’t look so happy,” Lincoln said as he put their drinks down and reclaimed his seat at the table.

“Thanks, Linc,” she nodded her drink at her coworker before taking a sip, “I’m fine. Just some other things going on.”

The man nodded, “Anything you want to talk about?”

“I don’t know. Clarke’s just annoyed with me because I’ve been gone so much, I don’t know what to do to make it better.”

“For two people who are just friends, you definitely have the problems of people that are in an actual relationship,” he laughed.

Lexa clenched her jaw as she stared at him.

“Sorry, not funny,” he conceded, “But did you ever stop to think about why she’s actually upset? Maybe she has feelings for you.”

“There’s no way,” Lexa rolled her eyes, “we’re best friends.”

Lincoln nodded, “Listen, I don’t want to meddle here, so I’m just going to give you my two cents and then we can move on, okay?” He waited for her to nod before he continued, “ Think about what’s most important to you and prioritize that. If it’s work, talk to Clarke to manage her expectations. If it’s Clarke’s feelings and your guys’ friendship, or whatever this is, all you have to do is tell Titus that the travel has been too much for you and that you need to cut it down a little so you can better balance your work and personal life. You just need to decide which one takes precedence.”

“Right,” Lexa sighed, “that’s the hard part.”

Lincoln raised a brow, “Choosing?”

“No,” she exhaled, “coming to terms with my choice.”

The man smiled, “I see.”

Lexa gulped the rest of her whiskey down and stared into the bottom of the glass, “I think I need another drink.”

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It was a handy trick, she had to admit that. Taking a photo of her room number whenever she checked into a hotel had become an instinctual thing for Lexa. With the amount of traveling she did, and after confusing room numbers on her first few trips, it had become second nature to her.

She pulled out her phone in the elevator to double check that she was going to the correct floor when she realized she had a notification for an unread text.

The first thing that popped into her mind: Clarke.

The actuality of the situation: Titus.

He wrote to her asking if she could extend her trip by an additional day and instead of returning home after these string of meetings, fly direct to the Dallas office for three days.

“Fuck.”

The moment Lexa got into her room, she stripped down to ready herself for bed and took her phone back out. She drafted a response to Titus, edited it three times, and finally sent it. She toggled to her unanswered text to Clarke who she now had to write a message to: I’m sorry, I miss you and wish that I was home.

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The flight back to Polis had Lexa in a bundle of nerves. It was comical that she had to travel as much as she did because she really did hate airplanes. She still hadn’t heard from Clarke. The cab ride to their apartment was no better, she was playing every possible scenario in her mind of how the conversation was going to go. She had zoned so far out that the cab driver had to call out to her three times that they had arrived at her destination.

It was noon on a Thursday, Clarke should be home—likely set up at the coffee table in the living room working on whatever project she had assigned to her this week. As she turned the key through the lock and slowly pushed the door open, in anticipation to meet eyes with the person that had been ignoring her, all she found was an empty apartment.

Lexa sighed as she looked around: no Clarke and no sign that Clarke had been working from the apartment that morning. She went straight to her room, leaving her suitcase in the corner—she would deal with that later. She found a pen and paper, wanting to write Clarke a note, when she realized her closet door was open. She walked over and saw that a few things had been moved, likely from her rushed packing job, closed it, and headed to the blonde’s room to drop the piece of paper off.

When she opened the door, she was caught off guard by the sight before her. Clarke seemed to still be asleep, but peeking out between her messy golden hair, sheets, and blankets, was Lexa’s childhood stuffed raccoon: a stuffed animal that had acted like a security blanket for the brunette throughout the years.

The scene in front of her tugged at her heart in a way she didn’t know was possible, a way she couldn’t even describe. She took one more look at Clarke before climbing next to her in bed and draping her arm around the blonde’s waist.

Clarke stirred and immediately turned around when she realized someone was laying next to her, “Lex?”

Lexa suddenly lost her words, “Hi.”

“You’re home? You weren’t supposed to come back until tomorrow,” the blonde pointed out.

Lexa sighed, “Actually, last night, Titus asked if I could stay until Saturday and then go directly to Dallas for a few days.”

Clare furrowed her brow, “But you’re home?”

“I am,” Lexa nodded, “I told him I had some things to take care of, Linc is covering the rest of the meetings for me and doing the Dallas trip.”

“Why?”

“You are the most important person in my life and I never wanted you to feel like I was abandoning you. I know it was my idea to come here and that I had to talk you into it,” Lexa sighed, “You were right with what you said before I left. It’s not fair that I did this to you. I needed to apologize to your face and it couldn’t wait until after Dallas.”

Clarke’s brow was still furrowed, “You cancelled two work trips to tell me all this, Lex?”

“I told you, it couldn’t wait. You weren’t talking to me, Clarke,” Lexa started, tears starting to well in her eyes, “We’ve never not talked before, you’ve never ignored me before. It made me realize some things.”

Clarke’s eyes met Lexa’s, “Like what?”

“That I missed you, that I never want you to feel that way again, that I love you.”

The blonde nodded, “I love you too, Lex-”

“No,” Lexa cut her off, “I don’t think you get it. I love you, Clarke. This fight? Realizing how I was making you feel? It brought perspective to things. I love you, I am in love with you.”

As Lexa made her proclamation, her eyes immediately darted away from Clarke’s, utterly afraid of how the blonde would take it.

In the silence of the moment, she felt arms snake around her side, pulling her closer towards the blonde and the stuffed raccoon.

“Me too,” Clarke whispered, “I’m in love with you, too.”

#clexa #clexa au #clexa modern au #clexa friends to lovers #clexa prompt #clexa one shot #clexa ficlet #clexa fic #friends to lovers #send me the asks #send me the headcanons #send me the prompts #modern au

[heyyyharry]

My Girl Series: Chapter 4 - Thumper The Rabbit 

…in which Harry tries to mend the past, but Y/N wants to let it go.

Series description: Y/N falls in love with the older boy next door who doesn’t feel the same, years later they meet again at a funeral.

AU: actor!harry, older!harry, younger!y/n; (4-year age gap)

Chapter 3: His Muse - Y/N is finally happy again, but Harry realizes it’s not because of him.

Omg, this is probably the best chapter I’ve ever written in my life. Just ignore all the mistakes you see because I haven’t edited this, but I’m so proud. After this chapter, you’ll see why this Harry is the most difficult character development I’ve ever written.

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"We need to talk. Now."

"Now?"

"Now."

"I don't think so."

Harry and Isaac both turned to Y/N, who had both hands on her hips and an eyebrow raised at the two of them. She had no idea what was going on, but she refused to be excluded from whatever those men had going on between them. Without a second look at her date, the girl took Harry's wrist, and it was the first time in six years Harry had seen her fuming with rage.

"We need to talk," she told him. "Excuse us, Isaac."

"I'm gonna go...wait by the car," said the blond as he exchanged cautious looks with Harry and walked away to give the other two some privacy. Once Y/N was sure Isaac had walked far enough and couldn't hear them anymore, she turned back to the other guy. Harry wanted to comment something about her looking the same as the 9-year-old he used to know, but he thought that would only drive her angrier.

"What the fuck?" She scoffed, widening her eyes at him.

"Language, young lady."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Well, never mind then, Harry thought as he swallowed hard. "Why were you so rude to my date?"

"Because he's not just your date. He's my best friend." The man furrowed his eyebrows, pointing to Isaac, who was texting on his phone and wasn't paying attention to them.

"How the fuck could I know which one was your friend to stay away?!" The younger girl swung her arms in the air, and Harry knew she would only use that much body language when she was seriously pissed off. He then realized, though it was too late, that he should better shut up and just listen.

"I don't understand you, Harry..." Y/N stomped her feet, arms crossed just like her 9-year-old self would. Harry didn't know why he suddenly thought of that while she was scolding him now. "You should be happy for me because that's your best friend! At least now we both know my date is a nice person!"

Now that she'd pointed it out, Harry didn't understand himself either. Isaac was a nice guy, otherwise, they wouldn't have been friends, no, best friends, since their first year in university. He should be happy for Y/N, and Isaac too. Why was he mad? He had no reason to be mad, yet he couldn't help but feel that way, and no excuses his brain had made up could justify for all those emotions inside of him at this point.

"He's older than you," he blurted without thinking twice. As soon as he'd let out those few words he could guess her reaction immediately. Her eyes could pop out of their sockets if she continued to stare at him like that.

"So? I've fucked men older than you and Isaac."

Harry dropped his jaw but no sound escaped. He watched her catching her breath, and this time he had to think twice before he dared to ask, "have you slept with him?"

She took a short pause, which only lasted for two seconds, but those were the worst two seconds Harry had ever experienced.

"No," she said at last. Her voice was lower now. "But even if I had, you would still have no right to say anything about my decision. I'm not a kid anymore, Harry. Maybe in your eyes, I will always be a kid, but to the others, to him, I'm a grown woman who makes her own choices and mistakes." She looked at him in the eyes and took a deep breath. "And I will be with whoever I want as long as that person makes me happy. If you care about me, you should respect that."

Once she'd finished, another paused soon followed. She was looking at him, and he was staring at his feet. Harry knew she was right, yet the uneasy feeling in his chest was still there and he couldn't get it to go away, just like he couldn't convince her to cancel her date with the man who made her happy.

"I'm going now. See you some other time," she said and attempted to leave, and once again he told her to wait by holding back her hand.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled, loud enough for her to hear. "L-Let me know when you get home okay?"

It wasn't a request. It was almost like him begging her.

Y/N pressed her lips into a forceful smile and nodded her head once. When she withdrew her hand from his and walked back to her date by his car, Harry felt hollow inside. The scene in front of him was familiar, he'd seen it before, and as he watched Isaac open the car door for Y/N to get into the passenger seat, he began digging up his dusty memories to recall that sunny afternoon. He had to watch a 9-year-old little girl walk away, and she also gave him that look of disappointment. And Harry had never hated himself more than that.

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Y/N didn't own a lot of toys because her parents were always too busy to buy her new ones and most of the ones she'd got had been too dirty or broken. That was why on her ninth birthday, when she received a purple stuffed bunny from her grandmother as a gift, she treasured it so much. It became her new best friend, and she believed it brought her protection and good luck. So she could never fall asleep without the rabbit in her arms.

Harry came over one day and found the purple rabbit sitting on her bed, he picked it up but she didn't let him hold it because, "your hands are dirty, Mr. Rabbit doesn't like dirty hands."

"Mr. Rabbit?" Snorted the 13-year-old. "That's the lamest name ever!"

"I...I don't know what else to call him," she said with a pout.

Harry thought for a moment, tapping his forefinger on his lips, his eyebrows knitted together. All of a sudden, his eyes brightened up as he pointed to the ceiling and shouted out his brilliant idea.

"Let's call him Thumper. Get it? Because you're Bambi!"

"Who's Thumper?"

"The rabbit in Bambi. Gee, have you ever watched that film?" He rolled his eyes and his comment made her feel so dumb. She'd watched Bambi but she was too young to remember every character and details.

"You must've watched it a thousand times then," she said to Harry with a smile, but the boy assumed she was teasing him so he started blushing hard and denied having watched that film "a thousand times" because "only girls would do that."

"So?" He crossed his arms, smirking at her. "Thumper?"

The boy was very proud of himself for coming up with that name. And he got even smugger when Y/N said she loved it, and declared her purple stuffed rabbit's name was now Thumper.

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Harry switched on the lights as he entered his living room. Usually, he would enjoy the comfortable silence after returning home from a long tiring day. Today, however, was different. The silence surrounding him was suffocating, it only left room for his thoughts to be more vocal. He thought about everything that had happened today, about Ruby, about Isaac, about Y/N, but mostly just Y/N.

His phone screen lit up with a new text message. He grabbed the device in less than a second, hoping it was his Bambi and that she was finally home after her date. And he was disappointed when he saw his manager's name instead.

⌲ Jeff: Get some rest. Big day tomorrow.

Big day?

Right. How could he forget?

The BAFTAs was tomorrow night. And he was nominated for Best Actor.

How could he forget?

Harry had been waiting for that night ever since they announced the nominations. Just two days ago, he was on the phone with his mum, ranting about him getting nominated for Best Actor. Ever since he was a young boy, he'd been dreaming of winning that award, and he’d had a whole speech prepared, because he was ready to step on stage and receive what he'd worked so hard for. But even if he went home empty-handed, he would still be so proud. However, ever since Y/N came back into his life, she'd taken up most of the space in his head, and he couldn't even remember something as big as a BAFTAs nomination.

The young actor quickly typed down two words and sent it back to his manager:

⌲ Thank you.

⌲ Jeff: I have bad news though.

⌲ Jeff: I know Ruby was supposed to walk the red carpet with you. But her assistant told me she wanted to walk with her fiancée.

⌲ Jeff: You know, for publicity.

⌲ Ok. Tell Ruby I wish her good luck.

⌲ Jeff: Sure thing. I believe both of you will win tmr.

Harry should be bothered by his manager bringing up his ex-lover and the fact that she was gonna attend the award in the arms of her future husband. However, Harry didn't feel the sadness he was supposed to feel. He didn't feel as hurt as the moment he saw that announcement. The only thing that had him on the edge of his seat was the fact that Isaac and Y/N were out on a date, and he didn't know where they were or what they could be doing now. He couldn't stop thinking about the possibility of his best friend and his...

The voice inside his head suddenly paused.

There was no appropriate word to fill in that blank space.

What was Y/N to him?

He honestly didn't know. He didn't see her as a sister, because he didn't feel that way about Gemma. She wasn't his girlfriend, obviously. She wasn't even his friend, because they had just returned to each other's life after six years apart.

What was Y/N to him?

He repeated the question to himself, and decided that she was just the childhood friend he cared too much about, too much to even think about something else.

Sighing, Harry untucked his shirt and rose from his seat, about to head to the shower, just in time a new text message arrived. This time, it was the one he'd been expecting.

⌲ Bambi: I just got home. Don't worry about me.

It was like a sigh of relief for him to know that their date had ended early. But to make sure, he had to ask:

⌲ Is Isaac still there?

⌲ Bambi: No, DAD. I'm home alone.

⌲ Dad is very proud :)

Harry was reluctant to type down another line, yet he couldn't keep second guessing.

⌲ How was your date?

⌲ Bambi: I'll tell you tomorrow.

⌲ Bambi: Are you free tomorrow night?

No. He had to attend the BAFTAs. Harry thought for a moment as he typed down 'I'm not :( Sorry', yet before he could press send, another text from her popped up on the screen.

⌲ Bambi: I'm having dinner with my dad and that woman.

Then came two more.

⌲ Bambi: I need you there. I can't do this alone.

⌲ Bambi: But if you're busy, I totally get it.

Harry had no idea why he could make a decision that fast. He didn't bother to ask what the dinner was for, where would it take place, how long would it last. He only knew she needed him.

Quickly, Harry deleted what he'd already typed down, and didn't even think twice as he sent:

⌲ I'm free.

⌲ What time?

⌲ I'll pick you up.

Bambi is typing...

The sound of doorbell pulled Harry's attention away from his device, back to reality. He wasn't expecting any guests this late at night, so there'd been a moment of hesitation before he walked to the door as the person outside rang the bell again. This time, a familiar voice spoke up, "It's me. Isaac."

Harry unlocked his front door and found his best friend standing outside, in the same clothes as before. So he guessed Isaac had driven straight to his place after dropping off Y/N. Without saying a word, Harry stepped aside for his friend to enter, and closed the door as the blond headed straight to the sofa.

They sat in the same spots they had that very morning. But their attitudes towards each other had changed tremendously. Isaac was the first one to speak.

"You wanted to talk. Let's talk."

"I think Y/N has told you quite a lot about how we know each other," Harry replied, leaning back against the sofa and tangled his hand in his own hair, staring down instead of at the man in front of him.

"Not really," said Isaac. "All she said about you was that you two used to be neighbors. So I can't understand why you reacted that way earlier, like a fucking child."

"Me? 'A fucking child'?" Harry scoffed. "You're the one dating a 20-year-old."

"So? Are you jealous?" Isaac's question got Harry tongue-tied. He just stared at his best friend with his lips parted, letting no sound escape. "In the last six years I've known you, you never once mentioned her to me. She was done waiting for you. You don't have the right to declare your ownership on Y/N because she's never been yours."

"Don't talk like you know everything about us."

"I think I do, Harold." Isaac nodded fast. "I've been your friend long enough to know how competitive you are. Even if you don't want her, you still want her to want you. And now that she's moved on, you cannot accept that because you're a fucking narcissist."

Harry chuckled wryly as he lifted his eyes to meet Isaac's. "You've known her for two days. I've known her since she was nine."

"Really? So you're just gonna pretend like the last six years didn't happen?"

Harry didn't say anything. A part of him had faced the fact that Isaac was right, and that he was a fucked up human being who no longer had control of his own words and actions anymore.

His best friend didn't wait for him to reply and just went on still, "You're like a brother to me. I care about you, a lot. So if you feel like you want to change for her, then just say the word and I will step aside for you to be with her." Then came the hardest question Harry had ever received. "Do you have feelings for Y/N?"

He was an actor, a skillful one, and he had plenty of awards to prove just that. He'd been born to pretend, to fake feelings, to act against his real emotions. He'd faced many challenging interviews and had always managed to lie his way out of them, yet now, when there were just him and Isaac, and it was just a simple yes-no question, he took a lifetime to ponder over it.

"No," he finally said, sounding so certain, yet he was anything but.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure." No, he wasn't.

"Okay, then...Good night, H." Isaac said as he stood up. Harry said no other word, and just like that, he watched his best friend make his way back to the door.

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On Friday that week, Harry had football practice. It was not just any ordinary football practice, because there would be a test that Friday, and the coach would pick out the team captain based on the performance of each player. Last year, Harry had been told he was too tiny to even compete for the captain armband, this year, however, he'd made the shortlist. The boy told himself to try his best to outperform all the other team members, and win that captain title for himself.

"Are you nervous?" Y/N asked Harry as she walked him to school that morning. On the days that she didn't have class the little girl would just walk with her neighbor to his school, then they would say goodbye and she would go home. But Y/N loved doing that because she got to spend more time with him. That morning, she was carrying Thumper in her arms.

"No, of course, I'm not nervous!" He boasted, but his heart was racing and his palms were sweating. Of course, he was nervous.

The little girl could see him through, yet she decided not to point it out because doing that would only discourage him. So as they arrived at his school, she handed him the rabbit with both hands.

"Here. Take Thumper with you."

"Why?" He looked at her in surprise. The last time he asked to touch it, she didn't even let him.

"I can't come with you, so keep Thumper by your side and imagine I'm there to cheer you on," she said.

That little girl's smile had given Harry more energy and confidence, and filled up his heart with happiness. Taking a deep breath, he took Thumper into his arms, then promised her that he would take good care of the stuffed animal and bring it back to her later with the captain armband.

But it wasn't that easy.

"Whose toy is this?" Max, the biggest kid in the football team said as he picked up Thumper from the locker room floor. It was not until then that Harry realized he'd dropped the rabbit when he was too busy looking for his towel.

The scary fat kid approached Harry and held up the stuffed animal by the neck as he asked, "is this yours, Styles?"

The smaller boy should've said yes. He should've protected Y/N's favorite toy, like his promise to her. However, for a 13-year-old, what people thought of him mattered more than what he thought of himself. So he ended up saying what he would later on regret.

"I don't know. I just saw it there on the floor."

The boys dissolved into laughter and started making assumptions about some 'gay kid' on their team who played with stuffed animals. Their mean words made Harry's blood boil, but there was just him against a bunch of bigger kids, he would've got beaten up so hard had he said a single word to defy them. With clenched fists and bottom lip bruised from him biting onto it, Harry watched Max shake Thumper and slam it down onto the dirty floor.

"Let's practice with this thing!" A kid suggested, and Harry watched them kick the rabbit away like a ball.

Harry walked home that day with his head hung low, and the captain band on his arm. Y/N had been waiting for his good news on her front porch. The second the little girl spotted her neighbor from afar, she rushed outside and started bouncing and cheering for him when she saw the armband. Soon she realized another thing.

"Where's Thumper?" The smile on Y/N's face slowly faded away when Harry told her the truth that some other kids had taken the rabbit and there was no way to get it back.

"You're lying, right?" She asked him with tears in her eyes, but he shook his head no, unable to look at her now. The next thing that happened was what Harry hadn't seen coming, she jumped forward and started hitting his chest while weeping uncontrollably.

"You promised to take care of him! Bring Thumper back to me! You're a liar!"

"I...I'll buy you another one."

"You can't! I want Thumper, get him back!"

"Stop being a brat!" Harry shouted and his loud voice got the girl to stop punching him immediately. She was much smaller than him, therefore, couldn't cause him much pain. But Harry was mad at himself and he didn't know what to do so he blamed it all on her trusting him with her stupid rabbit. At that moment, even himself knew it was wrong, but he was just a 13-year-old boy, he couldn't think bigger than that. Harry wished he'd stopped when he saw that frightened look on her face, yet he still went on.

"Grow up and forget about that dumb rabbit!"

Harry instantly regretted those words when Y/N looked at him in fear and immediately took a step back. Without saying another word, she turned and walked back to her house. The boy watched his little neighbor leave, and he wished he'd begged her not to go. She didn't even look at him once. He saw her mother open the front door and ask her why she was crying. But Y/N didn't say a word. She could've told her mother how mean Harry'd been to her after he'd lost her rabbit, but she chose to stay silent. And Harry had never hated himself more than that.

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"Do you have feelings for Y/N?"

Harry kept replaying that one question inside his head. He'd said no. The voice in his head had also said no. Why was he still contemplating it? Quickly, he shook off those thoughts. Now sitting side by side with her in a restaurant, waiting for her father and future stepmother to show up, he had more important things to worry about.

Harry had seen Y/N in all states of emotions before. He'd seen her sad, nervous, happy, excited,...yet he couldn't remember the last time she was scared.

She had always been a strong girl. When he was fourteen, he caught a lizard in his backyard and tried to scare her with it, but ended up getting bit and she was just rolling on the grass and laughing at him. She wasn't afraid of the dark either, he would always cling onto her when there was a blackout. Scary movies? She loved them. In fact, he'd never seen any 13-year-old who watched scary movies for fun.

But now, she was scared. Y/N was scared of facing reality. She was scared of meeting that woman who had cruelly replaced her beloved mother and the man who had betrayed her all those years. She was scared of confrontation. She was scared that all of her old wounds might be opened again. She didn't have to tell him. He could see it in her eyes, and the way her hands which were hidden under the table, resting on her knees, were trembling.

He didn't say a word and just reached out to hold them tight. She turned to give him a smile. He hoped she knew he would always be there for her from now on.

Her father and his fiancée arrived fifteen minutes late, blaming the traffic for their tardiness. Harry hadn't seen that man since his wife's funeral, and of course, had never met the other woman. According to Y/N, she also hadn't seen her father in person since she'd moved to London, and just like Harry, this was her first time meeting her future stepmother.

The woman, whose name was Marcy, was the same age as Harry's sister Gemma, four years older than him. The beautiful blonde had been smiling ever since she arrived, her bubbly personality and great fashion sense seemed to be the complete opposite of Y/N's father, who was nearly fifty years old and owned a hardware store. Harry couldn't see how they could be a couple, but unfortunately, they were already engaged.

It started out quite awkward. The four of them named their orders and just sat there in utter silence. Harry took a few quick glances at Y/N, who hadn't made eye contact with her own father ever since he got there. The young man tried to read her facial expression, eventually, he gave up because she didn't show any kind of emotion.

"I'm so glad you agreed to meet us, Y/N," her father broke the silence at the table at last. "Harry, thank you for joining us."

"No problem, Mr. Y/L/N."

The silence once again took over and continued until the waiter brought out their food. This time, it was Marcy who attempted to start a conversation.

"Harry, I love your movies. I'm a very big fan."

"Thank you, ma'am."

"Oh, please, call me Marcy. I'm old enough to be your older sister."

"Finally someone said it," Y/N mumbled under her breath. Harry wasn't sure if the other two had heard that, but he spotted a secret smile on her face, and couldn't help but smile along.

"So Y/N," Marcy said to the younger girl. "How's life?"

"Fine."

"Oh...You must be popular for being friends with the famous Harry Styles."

Harry and Y/N exchanged looks and tried hard not to burst into laughter. They didn't know why it was funny, they probably just had an equally bad sense of humor or they both found Marcy's poor attempt to be accepted hilarious. Whatever it was, Harry was glad he'd got to see Y/N smile.

The dinner only lasted for two hours, but it felt like two centuries for the two of them. As soon as they walked out of the restaurant and watched Y/N's father got into a taxi with his future wife, Y/N heaved a long sigh as if she was releasing all of her frustration from earlier.

"She seemed nice," Harry began as he walked her back to her flat, which was just a few blocks down the road. "Maybe you should give her a chance."

"Psst, she was just pretending. She's a husband-stealing witch. He's a shameless cheater. Wait, maybe they do belong together after all," she cried out, making him chuckle.

"If you hate them so much why did you agree to go?"

"After talking to you I thought I might give the other people in my past a chance...But I guess you're just an exception. I really couldn't stand the two of them." The girl scoffed as she crossed her arms and rolled her eyes in annoyance. She was too busy ranting about how much she hated Marcy to even notice the way he was staring at her. Harry secretly wished she could see how glad he was now that she'd fully accepted him back in her life.

"...and she's the same age as Gemma but now she's gonna be my step mum, that's fucking weird."

She'd just cursed again. Maybe he should really get used to it.

"Relax, kid. Age is just a number."

"What did you just say?" Y/N stopped walking and dropped her jaw, gawking at him. It took Harry a moment to realize how ironic he'd just sounded, so he just started grinning at her. "I can't believe that really came from you, Mr. You're-younger-than-me-so-you're-still-a-kid."

He didn't comment on what she'd just said, instead, he breathed out a slight laugh.

"What are you laughing at?" She glared at him as they resumed walking side by side.

"You look cute when you're mad."

"Cute? I don't wanna be cute." She shook her head fast. The pout on her face only made him laugh harder. "Stop laughing! You're a terrible person, Harry."

When she jumped onto his back and pretended to fight him, they were both drowning in laughter to realize they were being followed. It wasn't until Harry saw the camera flash that he turned around and saw a bunch of young girls with phones in their hands. Y/N freaked out and immediately jumped right behind the man so he could shield her from his intrusive fans.

"Hi...Harry..." Said one of the girls, who were too taken in by his presence to even move.

Harry was clearly shocked, yet he remained calm and walked towards the three girls, giving them a friendly grin.

"What are your names?" He asked.

"I'm Jessica."

"I'm Nadine."

"I'm Carey. We love you and your movies so much! Can we take a photo with you?"

"Sure." He nodded. "But would you mind deleting those pictures you just took of my friend and me?"

The three girls exchanged looks, and the one named Nadine asked Harry, "is this your girlfriend?"

"No, she's my friend. That's why I don't want her to get into trouble if people see the photos and think she's my girlfriend."

The fans seemed to understand so they handed their phones to Harry so he could delete the photos himself. Y/N was still amazed by her first experience with famous actor Harry and not the Harry she'd always known. So even after taking that group photo for those fans with Harry, she still couldn't believe what happening was real. She handed the phone back to one of the girls, and they apologized again for those sneaky photos.

Before saying goodbye, the black-haired one named Carey remembered something as she asked Harry, "why aren't you at the BAFTAs?"

"The BAFTAs?" Y/N widened her eyes at her older friend, who wasn't even looking at her.

The young actor didn't say a word, so Jessica jumped in, "you just won Best Actor!"

"Wow, I did?" Harry seemed calm, yet surprised, like he didn't even expect to win.

"Yes!!!" Nadine clapped her hands excitedly, bouncing up and down. "We were so disappointed when you didn't come on stage to accept it! But thank God we ran into you here!"

The girls walked away after saying goodbye to Harry and Y/N, and thanking them for the second time. Once left alone together again, Y/N immediately grabbed Harry by the arm and spun him around to face her. She was too appalled to even speak right away. It took her a second or two to release the proper words.

"You just won your first BAFTA."

"I did." He chuckled.

"But you weren't there to accept it."

"Yeah, but there's always next year," Harry said as he urged her to keep on walking, yet Y/N refused to follow and just stood there, looking extremely stunned.

"But it's your first BAFTA."

"I know, kid. You already said that." He couldn't help but laugh louder now that her mouth was kept open.

"Why did you agree to go with me? You should've been on stage to receive that award!"

"It's just an award." He smiled. He couldn't read her mind though he'd tried a hundred times or so. However, he hoped a part of her would believe that his words, this time, were entirely genuine. "I could get another one next year, but if I lose you again, I can't get you back."

"Why would you lose me?" She asked him after a long moment of silence. Her voice was soft, the softest it'd ever been. "It's just dinner."

"But you said you needed me. And I wanted to be there for you."

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It'd been a week since the last time Y/N spoke to Harry. The 13-year-old boy kept telling himself he had his friends and he didn't need her. He held his pride, refusing to be the first to apologize, but every time he saw her on her front porch and tried to get her attention by walking back and forth in front of her house, she completely ignored him and just went back inside. He waited in the treehouse every day, but she didn't come anymore. For the first time in Harry's life, he'd finally learned what it was like to really miss someone.

Friday came, and so did his first football practice as the team captain. He arrived earlier that morning to get ready. Surprisingly, the big kid Max was also there.

Hiding behind his locker door, Harry saw Max put the purple stuffed bunny into his locker, and he felt the heavy weight lifted from his chest because at least now he knew the rabbit was still 'alive'.  The boy didn't know what had gotten into him at that very moment. For a second there, he thought of Y/N, and the look on her face when he shouted at her.

That was all it took for him to walk up to Max, and said aloud, "give me back the rabbit."

"Excuse me?"

The fat kid towered over Harry. Max was a whole head taller and twice bigger than him, and he could easily knock down the curly haired boy with one single punch. However, Harry didn't run.

He repeated, only louder this time, "I said, give me back the rabbit."

"Is it yours? Harry Faggot Styles? You're the gay kid who plays with girly toys."

"Yes, it's mine and I want it back," he asserted, looking at his enemy in the eyes like how he'd seen the heroes did in comic books. Max, of course, wasn't intimidated by Harry's attitude though he was a bit surprised the wimpy kid had actually got the nerves to talk to him that way.

He gave Harry a shrug and leaned one shoulder against his own locker. "I tossed it away already."

"Liar. I saw you put it in there."

"So? You can't have it back. Grow up, fag."

He pushed Harry's shoulder, causing the boy to stumble two steps backward. The next thing Harry did next was out of his imagination. He jumped onto Max, causing both of them to drop down onto the floor with him sitting on top of the bigger kid as he started throwing punches. Max screamed in pain, but he managed to flip them both over and have Harry pinned down beneath him. Now the smaller boy was the one to receive hard fists in the face. Harry didn't give up. If he walked home that day without Thumper he would lose Y/N forever. He would never give up. He kicked Max right in the crotch and while the fat boy was growling in pain, he managed to escape and crawled five feet away.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Max screamed at him, now astonished by what Harry was capable of.

With a black eye and bleeding nose, Harry struggled to rise from the floor and straightened his own clothes as he said to Max, "give me back the rabbit and..."

His brain told him not to say it, but his heart told him to go on. And he did.

"...and you can get the captain band."

"Are you joking?" Max scoffed, wiping the blood on the corner of his mouth as he sat up. "The coach would never allow that."

"I'll convince him. You have my word."

Max stared at Harry like the kid was insane. "You want to give up the captain band for a stupid toy rabbit?"

"The girl I love loves that rabbit," the smaller boy said after thinking for a couple seconds and catching his breath. "I'll do anything to get it back for her."

Max called Harry a 'pussy' and said it was gross to love a girl. Harry didn't understand what 'pussy' meant and why it was gross to love someone. Maybe Max just didn't know it because he didn't have someone like Bambi in his life, eventually, he would learn. The most important thing was, Harry got Thumper back, though he got a black eye as a bonus and lost the captain title to the big bully.

That Friday afternoon, he walked home with blood still on his shirt and his face beaten up. Of course, he'd got detention and his coach wanted to speak to his mother at the principal office on Monday. But he wasn't ashamed. He was proud. He held the rabbit in his hand like a trophy, and the moment he saw Y/N playing with her broken dolls in her front yard, he waved the stuffed animal in the air to grab her attention.

"Thumper!" Y/N screamed in joy and hopped towards Harry, nearly tripping on her own two feet. She hugged the rabbit despite how dirty it was, and was about to thank Harry when she saw what he looked like.

"What happened to you?" She gasped, reaching up to touch his black eye, but he swiftly pushed her hand away.

"I fell from a tree."

"You climbed a tree without me?"

The look on her face was priceless, and Harry swore he had to try very hard not to burst out laughing.

"Sorry."

"Does it hurt?"

"Not anymore." He gave her a shrug and a broken smile because his upper lip was bleeding. The girl looked at the rabbit, then at Harry again. The beam on her face soon turned into a frown when she realized something.

"How did you get Thumper back?" She questioned.

"It doesn't matter..." He sighed sadly. He could lie to her however he wanted, but he couldn't hide the fact that the band on his arm was missing.

"Did you trade your captain band for my rabbit?"

He didn't even get a chance to say no as the girl walked off without saying a word.

"Hey! Where are you going?"

"I'm gonna see your teacher to trade it back for you." Then with a pout, she mumbled, "I want you to be happy."

The boy hurriedly rushed to her side as he held onto her shoulders and looked at her in the eyes. Smiling, he said, "you're not mad at me anymore and we got Thumper back. I'm very happy!"

"Really?"

"Yeah. I can be captain again next year, but if I lose you now...I cannot find another Bambi."

With that answer, he made her grin like a Cheshire Cat again.

"Don't worry," she told him. "For me, you'll always be number one."

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"Tea?"

"You drink tea before bed?" Harry asked as he watched Y/N walked to the kitchen after locking the door to her flat.

"Always," she said to him with a smile.

After a cup of tea, Harry followed Y/N into her bedroom, where they lied on her bed side by side and just stared at the ceiling. They used to lie on the grass and looked at the stars together, but you couldn't really do stargazing in the center of crowded London so right now they had to use their imagination and pretend the dirty old ceiling was a sky full of stars.

Harry turned his head to look at Y/N. She had her eyes closed and she was smiling. He wished he knew what she was thinking of. That was when he spotted a familiar object sitting on top of her closet, hidden in the shadow, an old, torn up purple stuffed bunny.

"Is that Thumper?" He asked, pointing at it.

Y/N finally opened her eyes and laughed once she saw the stuffed animal. "It's been so long since I heard that name."

"You used to love him so much."

"I grew up." Y/N snorted as she rolled over to face him. Harry didn't know why he felt heartbroken after hearing her say that. Maybe it wasn't just Thumper. She'd stopped loving a lot of things as she grew up, one of which was him.

Harry also rolled over to come face to face with the girl. Her hair was covering half of her face so he reached out to tuck those few strands behind her ear as they smiled at one another. They held each other's gaze for a little while, enjoying the silence in that small bedroom. It was then that Harry realized he hadn't felt that way in such a long time. He couldn't describe that feeling nor recall the last time he'd experienced it. He just knew it was like no others.

"You were gonna tell me about your date?" He suggested, making her smile.

"Right." She snorted. "It went so well until he dropped me off. I thought he was gonna kiss me, but then he just leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. Then he wished me a good night."

Harry could see a fraction of insecurity in the way she looked, therefore he knew that date with Isaac was still bothering her.

"Do you think..." She was reluctant to continue, yet she did eventually, "Do you think he likes me?"

"Yes, I know he likes you." Harry smiled. Those weren't exactly the words he wanted to say.

"Do you think he's too good for me?"

He shook his head, pressing his lips together as he exhaled. "What are you talking about? You're an amazing girl."

"Thank you," she mumbled, tired eyes looking into his. "For going to that dinner with me, and for choosing me over the BAFTAs."

"Don't thank me, I—" Harry couldn't even finish that sentence. The sound of Y/N's ringtone pierced right through his brain and got her sitting up in a blink of an eye.

"It's Isaac!" The girl exclaimed when she saw the caller ID. "I gotta take this!"

Harry propped up on his elbows to watch Y/N hop out of her bed and flee to the balcony to answer the call. He could see her from over here, through the glass door. She had one arm folded, the other holding the phone, and a huge smile displayed on her pretty face as she started to speak. It was the only moment that night he didn't wish he could read her mind.

She seemed overjoyed. And for the first time, her happiness made him sad. Harry switched his eyes to the purple bunny she'd left in the dark corner of the room, the one who'd protected her from her parents' fights and all of her bad dreams. Thumper used to be her number one, but as a grown woman Y/N didn't need him anymore.

Now sitting on top of her closet, Harry could finally see it through.

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edit nov. 23rd: alrighty, break is over !! the seven main slots are back c: for now commissions will be done in a slower pace while i sort out schoolwork (but i only have classes for two more weeks !!) so there's that c: ,,,,i ended up not having much time to revise the whole commission page ;o; but i'll also eventually make a separated page for the older completed slots, just so the page doesn't get progressively longer asdfghjfghj

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[starwitch3000]

What’s Your Story - 1

Pairing: Peter Quill x Reader 

Summary: After having a not so great couple of weeks the reader finds their way to The Milano a dive bar in NYC where they meet the owner Peter Quill

Warning: Drinking and language 

masterlist - ff.net

You were having a terrible day. Well, maybe more accurately, days plural. You were up for a promotion at work, you were currently an editor at an online news website, but your so called “in the bag” promotion your boss had promised was instead handed to some new guy they hired. You were bitter because you gave this job 3 whole years of your life and this was the thanks you got.

Another thing, your boyfriend of a year dumped you a couple of weeks ago because he got a job offer overseas and didn’t think you’d want to go with him, not that he asked. He also didn’t want to do a long distance relationship because he just wasn’t feeling it. So now he’s dead to you.

The list of tiny annoying day to day things just kept piling on your shoulders. Like someone taking your coffee order and having to pay for a new coffee because the barista didn’t believe you. Having your cab taken 4 separate times by 4 different people. Being sent an email by your boss asking why you weren’t in a meeting that you clearly were and participated in. Having your lunch being stolen from fridge in the break room and never getting your lunch bag back. Having to buy a new lunch bag.

With everything piling up things just became too much. That’s why you texted your best friend, Natasha Romanoff, to meet up for some drink at a bar near your apartment. She agreed and you headed out to make your way there. Your sour mood prompted you to walk and the fact that the bar you were heading to, The Milano, was only a couple blocks away.

You made it to the bar and headed in. It was a Friday night so you were a little surprised to see that the place wasn’t too terribly packed. Though you had to admit this place was a little run down and the people that were there looked a little sketchy. This is New York after all so who were you to judge.

You headed up to the bar and took a seat at it. You pulled out your phone while you waited for the bartender to finish up the customer he was already with and to check and see if Natasha had sent you an update.

She had.

Not a good one.

Work called have to bail. I’m so sorry you know I’d be there if it weren’t important. xx

Frowning at your phone you hadn’t realized the bartender approached you or that he was talking to you.

“Hello?” he whistled waving his hand slightly in front of you, “you’re not deaf are you? Cause if you are then you’re totally making me feel like an asshole right now.”

“Huh?” snapping out of the pity party going on in your head you looked up at the bartender. He was a tall, well built man with dark blonde hair and green eye. He looked stupidly handsome and you couldn’t help but stare. He tossed the towel in his hands over his shoulder as he raised an eyebrow at you. You coughed wishing you could sink into the floor and disappear out of embarrassment,  “Sorry?”

“What can I get ya?” He repeated with a kind but snarky smile. He totally noticed you gawking at him that asshole.

Well Nat left you hanging but you were already here so why not, “Whisky neat cheapest you got.”  

With a bit of flare he tossed your glass into the air catching before setting it on the counter to pour your drink, “Here you are,” He slides the glass over to you with a charming smile, “enjoy.”

Show off.

You gave him a pressed smile and lifted the glass in thanks as he went to take care of a new customer. Taking a sip you looked down at your phone unlocking it to Natasha message.

No worries. Call me when you can. xx

You sent her a quick reply just so she knew you weren’t mad, disappointed sure but not mad, you knew how seriously she took her work. You wish you felt the same honestly, but this past week at work had you reconsidering what you actually wanted from your job. Sure it paid well enough and you had been there long enough to be on the company's insurance plan, but that was about it. You landed that editing job straight out of college and you were so proud of that for so long. Maybe your pride had hidden what you really wanted to achieve.

“So what’s your story?”

Pulled from your thoughts you tighten your grip on your phone and looked up to see the bartender had made his way back towards your end of the bar where you sat alone.

“Excuse me?” You asked confused.

“What’s your story?” He asks again, “What brings someone like you to The Milano alone on a Friday night?”

“I’m sorry, someone like me?”

“No offense ma’am but you don’t exactly fit the demographic of this bar,” he shrugged as you both took a glance around at the other patrons of the establishment. You found he was not wrong. Most of the people looked like they were criminals. Covered in scars and tattoos with permanent scowls on their faces.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Taking another sip of your drink, “I think I fit in perfectly here.”

He snorted, “Right. I guess you are just as brooding as the rest of these chumps.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” you scoffed offended.

“Walking in here with a look on your face that says “I’m thinking about murder” and sitting all by yourself nursing a whisky,” He explains then nods to himself, “No you’re absolutely right you fit right in.”

“Huh,” you breathed loosening your phone from your grip and set it down next to your glass. You processed his words for a moment, it makes you wonder if he was checking you out when you first arrived, looking up at him he seemed to be doing that. His head slightly tilted and eyes slightly darkened as his eyes traced your face. Biting your lip you asked, “I really look like I’m thinking about murder?”

“You telling me you’re not?”

“No, but to be fair I have been tossing around the idea of some light arson so that could be what you’re picking up.”

“Arson?” His eyebrow cocked up intrigued, “alright now you’ve got my attention. Let’s hear all about this.”

You snorted as if you hadn’t already had his attention, “You really want to stand here and talk to me?”

“Well if I’m being honest this place is a little slow tonight and unless a bachelorette party comes stumbling through those doors you’re the most interesting person I can be talking to right now,” He explains.

You laughed and shook your head, “Dunno, that guy seems pretty interesting,” You nodded your head to only other guy actually sitting all the way at the other end of the bar. He was hunched over in his seat picking at the label on his beer as he intensely read the subtitles of the movie playing on one of the tv on the wall, “maybe you should find out what his story is.”

“Nah that’s just Kraglin I’ve known him forever,” He explained playing with the towel in his hand, “You however mentioned arson and I would like to hear all about it. What do you want to set on fire the most?”

Rolling your eyes you decided to play along, “Do I have to pick just one thing?”

He gasped, “A serial arsonist. This just keeps getting better. Let’s start with the one thing you want to burn the most. Like if you could set this fire right now what would it be?”

“Okay,” you let out a long breath and thought it over. What to burn first, “Probably my bosses office - wait no, my ex.”

“Work trouble and love trouble? That’s a nasty duo.”

“Yeah well my boyfriend dumped me for a job overseas. He’s going to be some regional manager for whatever doing whatever in Turkey. He didn’t want me to move with him so he just ended things,” you explained bitterly.

“How long were you guys together?”

“Little over a year.”

“Geeze,” He hisses in sympathy, “Did you guys even talk about it?”

“Nope,” you said popping the p, “He just decided for me that I wasn’t going to move with him.”

“Would you?”

“If he asked me?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah I think I would have. We were together for so long I thought we were good. If he asked me I probably wouldn’t have given it a second thought,” you answered hating yourself slightly for all the time wasted on him.

“What about if he walked into this bar right now and asked you?” He asked.

“I’d kick him straight in the nuts,” you immediately answered.

“I don’t think I like how quick that response was,” He grimaced, “Yikes. Now what about your boss?”

“Well,” you sighed, “I usually don’t have any issues at work but recently I was up for a promotion and he told me that the job was basically mine they just had to do other interviews so that the higher ups didn’t think it was favoritism or whatever.”

“What do you do?”

“I’m an editor for an online news outlet. Been there for like 3 years now.”

He nodded and let you continue.

“So they had a couple of interviews and decided to give the job to one of those guys and not me. I asked my boss why and he said that this guy was much more qualified for the position and he figured I wouldn’t care so much anyways,” you finished feeling the same bitterness that you felt when you had left your bosses office after being turned down from the promotion.

“That’s shitty,” He sighed, “What a dick man.”

“Tell me about it,” you rolled your eyes taking a drink.

“Ay Pete, hand me another beer would ya,” Kraglin from the other end of the bar interrupted waving his now empty bottle toward the bartender, Pete you guess.

“So that’s what brought you here?” He asked cracking a fresh beer open and sliding it down the bar towards Kraglin not breaking the flow of his conversation with you, “A deadbeat ex and a shithead employer?”

“I was actually meeting up with a friend,” you explained watching Kraglin nearly tip over the new beer over but saving it last minute, “but she canceled last minute because of work.”

“You want to set her office on fire too?” Pete asked preparing himself for another story.

You chuckled, “No, god no. She’s a detective usually when she gets called in like this there is usually a dead guy.”

“Oh,” he paused, “well shit. Better be careful with all this crime you’re about to commit. Don’t worry I wont tell.”

“Gee thanks stranger,” you teased causing him to laugh.

“It’s Peter actually. Peter Quill owner of this fine establishment,” He declared gesturing around the bar.

“Fine establishment?” You questioned, “Weren’t you the one saying this place was running slow on a Friday night?”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Peter gasped in mock offense, “Is the not New York, the city that always sleeps?”

“Not sure that’s how it goes Pete,” You shook your head sympathetically.

“Pretty sure that’s exactly how it goes.”

“Whatever you say man. I’m (Y/N) by the way. (Y/N) (Y/L/N),” you smiled, “Now you’ve got a name to give the cops when you go to snitch on me.”

“Okay first of all, I would never snitch. Have you seen the people in this bar? They would eat me alive if I was some kind of snitch. Secondly, I am one hundred percent sure that’s a fake name now, but I’ll call you (Y/N) anyways,” dramatically he put air quotes around your name when he spoke.

“Anyone ever tell you that you’re dramatic as hell Pete?” You asked with a smile.

“No not even once,” he frowned, “alright maybe a couple of times, but that’s not the point.”

“And what’s the point?”

“I feel for you man,” He said sincerely, “getting dumped fucking sucks and then not getting a dream job on top of that? It’s rough.”

“Well I wouldn’t call it a dream job,” you said thinking it over, “Just a different job. Rising through the ranks. Getting better pay. Got any pretzels?”

“What’s your dream job then?” He asked reached over for a bowl of pretzels on the bar handing them to you.

You thought over his question for a minute while snacking on a pretzel. What was your dream job? You were an English major for a reason, because your passion growing up was writing. You used to write all the time what happened? This job that’s what happened.

You sighed knowing exactly what your dream job was but also knowing that it’s nearly impossible to get where you want to be.

“(Y/N)? Did I lose you?” Peter questioned and you looked up to meet his gaze.

“Sorry, no, just thinking it over,” you apologized.

“And?”

“What?”

He sighed exasperated, “what’s the dream job haunting your dreams?”

You rolled your eyes, “I guess I’ve always wanted to be a writer. And not some shitty news writer. Like my own stories. Put my own thoughts and opinions on paper and see who picks it up you know?”

“So what’s stopping you?” Peter blinks watching your face carefully.

Squirming under his gaze you suddenly felt the pressure, “Me I guess. I don’t know where to start or if I’m any good. I’m just paralyzed by my own fear of failure and it makes me want to stay where I am and just blend in for the rest of my life. Always having opportunities placed in front of me but never getting to experience them.”

“That is a load of bullshit,” he scoffed.  

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. I think that is all a bunch of bullshit,” He repeated a little harshly.

“And what gives you the right to say that? You barely even know me!” you jumped feeling overwhelmed by his confrontation.

“Sure I do your ex is a douche, your best friend is a cop and your name is probably not (Y/N),” He shrugged, “That’s pretty much everything.”

Baffled you shook your head, “I don’t really think it is.”

“Well,” He started placing his hands on the edge of the bar leaning forward, “It’s plenty enough for me to know that you’re going to be miserable if you keep doing what you’re doing because guess what, you already are.”

“I’m not miserable,” You interrupted, “I’m just having a bad week!”

“Who is the bartender here and who is the girl drinking by herself?”

You refused to answer.

Smugly he continued, “This is my job honey, I know people, even when they don’t want me to. And right now I know that you are stuck not because you’re afraid of failing. You’re afraid of wasting your time and you wont accept that you already have. You wasted a year with some dickwad who didn’t care enough to get your opinion on your relationship together. You’ve wasted your time working for some assholes that don’t recognize your desire to achieve more. It’s time to pull your head out of your ass and take something that you want.”

You hated it. You hated every single word that left his mouth. You hated the way he said it. You hated how it sounded. Mostly you hated that it was all true.

“What the fuck dude?” You huffed feeling out of breath for him. Peter was proving to be extremely long winded.

“Am I wrong?”

“Well no, obviously, but can’t you just let a girl wallow in self pity for an evening?” you question, “Geeze.”

He rolled his eyes standing up straight again, “You’re way too pretty for that sweetheart.”

“Great. Good to know. Next time I just want to drink and feel sad I’ll just stay at home then,” you nodded to yourself looking at the remainder of your drink in your glass.

“Sorry didn’t mean to overstep my boundaries, “He sighed, “but this bar is my life, even though some of us here are unimpressed by that,” he shot you a cocky wink, “and if someone hadn’t told me to get my head out of my ass and do something I love then we wouldn’t be here today.”

“And who was that?”

“Well my mom always told me to do what I love but after she passed away it was my foster dad that was always telling me to get my head out of my ass,” He explained.

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Not it was for good reason,” He said, “I was a shithead.”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes “was”, “I meant about your mom passing. I’m sorry to hear that. My mom passed away too when I was younger.”

His lips pressed into a line and he nodded looking at the surface of the bar, “It sucks.”

You nodded in agreement settling into a silence. Loss was something you both seemed all too familiar with. You had noticed that he had said foster dad and not his dad but you didn’t want to bring up two intrusive topics in a row. Things felt a little too personal and that’s saying a lot seeing as you just told a random stranger all your most recent problems. It’s clearly something he’s used to him being a bartender and all. People must come in here and bare their souls to him all the time.

The sound of your cell phone buzzing made both of you jump. You picked it up to see Natasha picture flashing across the screen. A wave of confusion and mild panic hit you.

“Sorry hang on,” you told Peter and answered her call never knowing when it could be an emergency, “hey what’s up?”

Through the phone all you hear is her aggravated sigh, “Just got finished dealing with a bunch of teenagers who thought it would be funny to prank call some detectives about fake homicide. They didn’t even use burners to hide their identities or anything but were oh so shocked that they got caught.”

“That awful. What’s going to happen to those kids?” you asked biting your lip listening to your friend.

“Don’t know probably community service. I’ve been dealing with hysterical parents for the last hour. They’ve got court dates and the judge will decide the rest,” she sighed through the phone, “In the meantime I am free again and really want some extra cheesy pizza from Romeo’s, want to come over and yell at each other?”       

“Wow,” you replied, “you really know a way to girls heart don’t you.”

“What can I say? I’m a gifted individual now come on over and I can show you more of my talents,” She teased.

“You gotta stop it with the dirty talk babe I’m in public,” you said causing Peter to laugh.

“Where are you?” Natasha dropped the teasing tone instantly curious, “Is that a guy?”

“The Milano,” you chose to only answer her first question.

“Seriously? You still went?”

“I was already here when you bailed,” you explained, “figured I’m already out might as well get what I came for.”

“Is that place any good? I know we’ve been meaning to check it out and tonight would have been that night if not for, you know, teenagers,” the bitterness of her tone did not go unnoticed.

“Eh, it’s alright,” your unimpressed tone was purely for Peter listening to just one side of this conversation, “It’s kind of dirty but they’ve got pretzels.”

You grinned as you earned a glare from Peter.

“Hot guy I hear ya,” Natasha murmured understanding the context of a situation she wasn’t even a part of, “tell me scale of one to ten where is he?”

“Eh, maybe like a three,” you replied loving the baffled looks you were getting from Peter seeing as he thought you were still talking about his bar.

“Shit really?” reading way more into your reply than you had intended, “look if you need to bail in order to get some I will not blame you.”

“Nah it’s not like that.”

“Oh really?” she questioned, “or are you just saying that because he’s standing right in front of you and you too scared to admit you want to jump on him and ride him till sunrise?”

If not for the little bit of alcohol in your system you would probably turn beat red hearing your friend say this while you stare directly at the man in question. You bit your lip considering it, “No I’m pretty sure it’s just because you enticed me pizza and now I’m going to hold you to that.”

Natasha laughed, “Alright I’ll order it now see you in a bit.”

“See you,” you smiled and hung up the phone.

“Someone have a hot date?” Peter asked sounding slightly disappointed.

“Yeah sorry to leave you like this,” you grabbed your wallet out of your purse only to look up and see his pout, “really? Pouting? Is that how you get all of your regulars?”

“It worked on Kraglin,” He shrugged dropping the pout.

“Sorry I’m just not that kind of girl,” you took out some cash and paid for your drink, “the only way to keep me around is food and sorry but pizza trumps pretzels.”

He gasped in fake disbelief.

“I know. I’m sorry but I make the rules and that’s just how this one goes,” you shrugged and got out of you seat. For the first time all week you finally felt yourself settle into a good mood. It made you feel lighter. You smiled up at Peter, “Thanks for the talk. I really needed it.”

“Anytime,” He smiled softly, “You’ll know where I’ll be.”

With that you left and headed toward Natasha place anxiously anticipating some pizza.

chapter two

~

Alright chapter one stay tuned for more. Also sorry for any mistakes things can slip by when proof reading but if I don’t post this now I never will. So let me know what you think and I promise chapter two is on its way! ~Star

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[coffee-obsessed-writer]

Forever in Vancouver

Summary: Six months into their relationship, it was hard finding time together. But when they finally do, will it be everything they hoped?

Part 1: Fated in Lynchburg

Part 2: Found in Nashville

Pairing: Jensen x Reader; Jared x Jensen; Reader x Jill (OFC bffs) x Filip (Jill’s husband)

Words: 10K - Ok, I know its long. I DID NOT intend for this to happen. But it did, so I apologize. I sorta hate myself for it but, it is what it is. I hope you enjoy! (just leaving this here from last time)

Warnings: Smut, Fluff, Anxiety, language, 18+ only

Square filled: Free Space

A/N: Written for @spngenrebingo . PART 3 OF 3. A huge thank you to my writing partner in crime @kazosa for not only helping me but also listening to me gripe and checking over everything I was unsure of. I hope you enjoyed it because it was as much for you as it was for myself <3

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The plane bounced roughly down the tarmac and while that normally would have been enough to set your nerves on fire, today it didn’t bother you one bit. It didn’t, because it meant you were home.

Sort of.

It wasn’t your home, but you would be back in Vancouver where Jensen was, and for you, that was even better. It had only been about six months since Nashville and in that time you and Jensen tried to spend as much time together as possible. Stolen weekends here and there. Long nights of driving to meet up with him at a con, or him buying you a ticket to fly out to Vancouver for one night, then back the next day.

It was fun and exciting, and very exhausting. You could see the toll all the traveling was taking on him. You meet him whenever you could, but you had your own career and life to keep up with. Finding a way to make it successful had been trying, but when you had time together, it was easy to remember why it was worth it.

This was the longest stretch you’d gone without seeing each other. He was on the tail end of a three week stretch of a tight filming schedule, two separate interviews and one con weekend was thrown into the mix. When he had a schedule like that, those were the weeks when there was barely a phone call to be had between you and you found yourself missing him more than usual.

Jill’s book was finished and edited, so she kept her promise and booked a five-day vacation at one of the most beautiful resorts that the Maldives had to offer. Jensen was going to be knee-deep in filming again as they neared closer to finishing the season, so you gathered up your vacation time and decided to take a nice long trip. Start off the first part with your best friend and wrap it up in Vancouver with Jensen.

He just didn’t know about it.

You told him you’d be gone for two weeks, to which he pouted like a child, but he wanted you to go and have a good time. Knowing you were headed to him after a couple of days, you started to worry that surprising him wouldn’t be a good idea. In a complete panic, you texted Jared and ran the idea by him. He, however, thought it was a perfect idea.

Jill’s connecting flight wasn’t until late the following day so she would spend the time with you and Jensen, then you’d have him all to yourself for a full week; a notion that both excited and scared you. As the plane finally rolled to a stop, you whipped out your phone and immediately texted Jared.

            Just landed. Did you spill the beans yet?

Where’s the trust? I know how to keep a secret.

           Lol, just checking. Deplaning soon, gonna grab a cab and head to J’s

Already done. Driver should be there waiting. Text me when you find em.

           You’re the best! Thanks, Jar 😊

Just don’t answer the door wrapped in cellophane or anything, I’ll be coming back with him.

           Fine. But there go my plans…

….I’m already regretting this.

           Cya soon!

 Giggling to yourself, you put your phone away and turned to wake Jill to let her know you’d arrived.

After getting off the plane and grabbing your luggage, you easily found the driver Jared had sent and were on your way to Jensen’s apartment. The ride was longer than usual getting through traffic, so you and Jill were flipping through the pictures you took on your trip.

“You gotta text me that one now, I wanna send it to Filip,” Jill said and took the phone out of your hand, taking it upon herself to do so. When she opened your texts, she saw the ones from Jared.

“You told Jared you were coming?”

“Yeah, I wasn’t sure if I should surprise him or not. I know his schedule’s been crazy and didn’t want to get in the way.”

“Get in the way?” she asked, sitting up a little straighter in her seat. “Why would you be in the way? Has he ever made you—”

“No… easy tiger. I just meant that because it’s last minute and I am surprising him… the man keeps a schedule. He’s got a lot going on and I didn’t want him to feel pressured to have to cancel anything or rearrange anything. That’s why I checked with Jared.”

Jill settled back into her seat and went back to sending the photo to herself, then returned your phone. “Sorry, didn’t mean to jump ugly, but you know, you are family to me and I have to make sure this man is worth all the trouble and traveling to see each other.”

“He’s worth it,” you smiled and felt your heart fill at knowing you were going to see him soon.

“So, things are good?”

“Yeah, things are good.”

“Is it getting serious?”

You scowled at her. “What’s with the interrogation all of a sudden?”

She shrugged. “I can see how you feel about him just as the sheer mention of his name. What I wanna know is, does he feel the same way about you?”

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat. The truth was, you didn’t know how to answer her. Your feelings for Jensen were both exhilarating and confusing, with a big ole side of scary as hell. You couldn’t imagine what his feelings may be for you, and immediately pushed the thoughts away whenever you asked yourself the same thing. The answer was too uncertain to face.

“I don’t know and that’s the truth. We have fun when we’re together, he calls me when we’re not. Texts me a lot… nice messages, cute selfies, leaves me voicemails. But, there’s been no declarations of love. Which, let me just say before you jump to assumptions, I am fine with. I like how things are. I’m just rolling with it for as long as it lasts.” You were half lying to yourself, and you were pretty sure she picked up on it.

“Do you want it to last?”

“Oh, look! We’re here,” you exclaimed, exaggerating your excitement to hopefully change the subject.

“Did you start watching the show yet?” she asked, ignoring your attempt to wrap it up.

You sighed and took a moment before responding. It wasn’t the first time she’d asked and certainly wouldn’t be the last time. “No. Not yet.”

“How come?”

“Because…”

“Because why?”

“I feel like I am in the Principal’s office here, will you stop?”

“I just want to know why you haven’t watched it yet. One, its damn good. Two, he’s your guy. Don’t you want to see him in action?”

“I did. The day I watched it in the hotel room, remember? Then again at the convention, it was everywhere.”

Jill pursed her lips and exhaled deeply. “That’s not the same thing and you know it. So, why not spare us both the long, drawn-out process of me painfully extracting an answer, and just tell me about the real, deep down rationalization you’ve convinced yourself of?”

“Fine. Because… it means that I’m invested. It means that I will have more imagery of him, hear his voice more than I already do. Then when it ends—”

“When it ends? I now repeat my earlier question… do you want it to last? Or are you just riding out a good time?”

You snorted a frustrated sigh and felt a bit of relief when the car came to a stop in front of his apartment building. “I don’t know,” you said quietly with your hand hovering over the door handle. “I don’t know yet.” Opening the door, you climbed out and walked around to get your bags from the trunk. Jill followed and didn’t bring it up again for the time being.

    “All I want to do is go home and sleep,” Jensen groaned and rubbed a hand across his eyes and down his stubble. He laid his head against the headrest and settled into the seat. “This week cannot end soon enough.”

“Almost over, brother,” Jared tried to reassure him with a slap on the knee and without looking up from his phone.

“Thank God. You headed home this week?”

“Yeah, for a few days. You?”

“Nah. Might as well stay here. My folks are on vacation, Y/N’s off somewhere with Jill. Probably just going to find my sweatpants and Netflix some stuff.”

“How is Y/N? Things going alright?”

“Yeah, great. Why?”

Jared shrugged and finally tucked his phone away. “Curious. Don’t hear too much about her these days. Wondering if there was trouble in paradise.”

Jensen chuckled wearily. “No, no trouble, just been tough trying to get some time together. You know?”

Jared nodded sympathetically. “I do. But when Y'all are together, things are good, right?”

“Yeah man, I have zero complaints. Except that she lives two thousand miles away.”

“That’s a tough break, man. But you guys will figure it out. I mean, she seems pretty into you. God only knows why…”

Jensen was too tired to even glare at him properly and just shook his head before resting it against the window. “Wake me up when we’re home.”

A little while later, the car pulled up to the curb and Jared backhanded Jensen’s chest. “Wake up, Sleeping Beauty, we’re here.”

Groggily pulling himself from the car, Jensen and Jared went inside and rode the elevator up to his apartment on the top floor. As they approached the door, Jensen heard the music from inside. He stopped outside the door, his hand hovering over the knob.

“You hear that?” he asked, slowly turning to Jared. “Sounds like… Zeppelin.”

Jared frowned and shrugged, trying to hide the grin that wanted to spread out. “I dunno man, let’s check it out.”

Jensen narrowed his eyes at his best friend and realized that whatever was going on, Jared was one hundred percent apart of it. Thinking that his folks, or even his sister, had come for a surprise visit, he opened the door expecting to be bombarded with a barrage of affection and questions from a family member.

“Hello?” Jensen called out when he walked through the foyer and no one was there to greet him. “Mom? Dad?”

“Nope, sorry Cowboy, just me,” he heard from the staircase beside him. There, descending the stairs, tanned and gorgeous, wearing a long flowing yellow sundress covered in small green petals, was Y/N.

The unexpected sight of her gave him a rush of adrenaline that he would’ve previously denied existed. Feelings of exhaustion and hunger faded as he bolted towards her. She bounced down the last few steps and flung herself into his arms, laughing.

Jensen wrapped his arms around her, drawing in a deep breath of her skin, the familiar notes of her lotion tickling his nostrils and instantaneously causing him to want her.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, his face still buried in her neck. Slowly, he let her slide to the floor and held her at arm’s length so he could prove to himself she was really there.

“We were only going to the resort for a week, then I figured I’d surprise you. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Mind? Seriously? This is the best ever…” Jensen turned and pointed a finger at Jared, “and you knew, didn’t you?”

“I did,” he beamed, proud of himself for keeping the secret.

“I’m here too, by the way,” Jill’s voice called from the living room as she made her way towards the stairs.

“My favorite author in the whole wide world!” Jensen exclaimed and pulled her into a fierce embrace. Once he finally let her go, Jared extended a warm welcome and noticed the intense looks being passed between Y/N and his best friend.

“Jill whatcha say we give these crazy kids a few minutes, while you and I go through all Jay’s takeout menus, find the most expensive things to have delivered. Then charge it all to his accounts,” Jared offered his elbow out for her to take and she did so with a chuckle.

“Oh, Jared, you sure do know the way to this woman’s heart,” she cooed as they took their leave towards the living room.

Once they were gone, Jensen didn’t hesitate, he grabbed Y/N’s face gently, but kissed her ferociously. “Three weeks is way too long,” he whined between coming up for air and kissing her. “Way too fucking long.”

She draped her arms loosely on his shoulders and started doing that thing with her nails on the back of his neck, sending a course of goosebumps across his skin. He took advantage of the others out of sight and left her mouth, letting his lips find their way across her jaw and down to her neck. He wasn’t tired anymore, nor hungry. He just wanted to carry her upstairs and reenact the first night they had met in Lynchburg until the sun came up the next day.

“Whoa there,” she purred and lifted his head from the oral assault he was committing on her. “There are two other people in the next room that may not want to walk in on this.”

He growled lowly within his chest, then sighed. “You’re right. But its hard to control myself when I haven’t seen you in a while, then you show up looking like you do… what do you expect?”

“You can do whatever you want to me later. In fact, I’ll be here all week, so, you have plenty of time to do what you wish.”

“A week? Seriously?” his heart fluttered at the notion. They’d never spent that much time together in one shot, and he was suddenly thrilled and anxious at the thought. A week was a long time. A million worries wanted to trudge through his mind… would they get along, would she tire of his ridiculous schedule, would they grow tired of being together? He shook them off and just concentrated on the fact that she was right there in front of him, not just a voice on the other end of the line.

“I know you have to work, and I don’t want you to change anything because of me, but yeah, as long as you don’t mind, I planned on staying through the week.”

“Jill, too?”

“No, she flies home tomorrow night. Just a little layover to take a break in traveling. Plus, she’s never seen Vancouver, so, I figured I’d take her out tomorrow before heading to the airport.”

“Well, I’m glad she’s here, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t excited to have you to myself for the week.”

“Me too,” Y/N whispered, caressed his stubbled cheek, smiling softly before kissing him again. “Me too.”

  Jill and Jared kept their word, and within the hour three different take-out restaurants delivered a ridiculous amount of food. Jokes were made how little Jensen kept in the house, so at least the two of you would have something to live off of for a couple days.

The four of you sat around for hours, chatting about your vacation, their days on set, your plans for sightseeing the next day, and of course, bouts of teasing any time Jensen showed you affection.

Jensen was sitting normally on the couch, and you were curled up against his side, his arm tucked firmly around your shoulders. You could feel his rhythmic breathing and the faint echo of his heart beating. He still felt as good to you as that first night you danced together.

Everyone was feeling the late hour and decided to turn in. Jared made up a place on the couch, Jill took to the guest room, and Jensen took your hand, leading you upstairs to his room.

He closed the door softly behind him and secured it with a lock. When he turned around, he started to approach you, slowly, his gaze drinking you in with each step closer. There was very little moonlight seeping through the window, only enough to highlight the slope of his nose and the moisture of his lips.

When he was close enough, he casually moved the strap of your sundress to fall down your arm; then did the same on the other side. The top fell and exposed your breasts to the cool air. His eyes were locked with yours, as he helped the dress fall to the floor, leaving you there only in your panties.

He lifted you up, so your legs wrapped around his waist and his face was eye level with your chest, but he didn’t yet touch you there. His eyes never left yours. Laying you down gently on the bed, he held your gaze and removed the panties, before quietly removing his own clothes. Once he was free of them, he lifted your leg up in the air and left a kiss on the inner part of your ankle. The slow, methodical way he worked his way up your calf, then to your thigh as he hovered over you, was driving you seven different kinds of crazy. The fact that he purposely bypassed your most sensitive spots, further incited your ache for him.

“Jensen, please…” you quietly pleaded with him and ran your fingers through his hair, gripping his head and guiding it up to yours.

“Shhhh. I’m finding my way around again, its been a while,” he whispered roughly and left a soft kiss on your lips.

He ran his hands up the length of your body, to your arms, and with one hand pinned them over your head. His free hand reached between your thighs and slowly began to slip into the depths of your sex, first brushing against your clit, then plunging up into you.

You inhaled sharply, and your body responded to him immediately. He pressed more of his weight on top of you as his fingers expertly worked their way around until your orgasm hit, quickly and with an explosive rush. He released your hands and you dug into his shoulders, muffling the scream under your breath and stayed that way until your body stopped shaking.

Jensen brushed his nose softly against your cheek and his lips against your ear. “Come here,” he commanded softly, and helped you sit up on the bed, “I wanna watch you.”

He pulled the down the covers, leaned back against the pillows and guided you to straddle his lap. Taking control of your hips, he positioned you over his cock but moved you up and down along the shaft slowly at first. The sensation it triggered against your overstimulated clit was maddening, but you didn’t want him to stop. His eyes were on you so intensely you thought he’d make you cum again just by his gaze

When he couldn’t seem to stand it anymore, he slipped up into you. He watched you leisurely grind against him, fighting the urge you had to move faster. Jensen was completely controlling you, his need for it was written all over his face. After a few moments, he reached up behind you, grabbed a fist full of hair and pushed your forehead to his.

“Fuuck,” he growled lowly and dug his fingers into your hair and hip deeper, forcing you to grind into him harder. His control was wavering, and with every thrust upward, he moaned deeper, your name fell from his lips in mere breaths. Jensen’s eyes squeezed shut and before he could pull out or force you up and off of him, he came inside you.

There was a slight panic at what that could mean, but it passed faster than it had manifested. As Jensen wrapped his arms around you and rested his head against your breasts, you ran your nails through his hair and just caught your breath. In that moment, nothing mattered but being there with him.

You climbed off him, pulled the covers up and lay beside him on the bed. He nestled into his pillow, sleep creeping into his expression. “I missed you,” he rasped and pulled you into him. “I’m really glad you’re here.” He kissed the top of your head, and you felt him finally give in to the exhaustion.

  Morning broke earlier than he would have liked, but regardless, Jensen got up and dressed as quietly as possible. He stood there, watching her sleep for a moment, and longed to just crawl back into bed beside her. She rolled over, now facing his empty side of the bed. He watched long enough to see her reach out for where he should be. Even in slumber, she realized he wasn’t there, but smiled as she wrapped her arms around his pillow.

He thought back to the night before, and how different that time had felt. The sex had been great as usual, but there was a lot more to what happened. He loved watching her, especially when they had sex, but not only then. He’d watch her read a book, drink coffee, even watch a movie. Everything she did was intoxicating to him. As he continued dressing, Jensen paused while fixing the collar of his white Oxford shirt when he was struck with a realization and slight feeling of nauseous panic.

Oh shit, he thought as he gazed down at her, I’m in love with this girl.

Y/N groaned softly as she rolled back the other way and moved an arm to rest above her head. She stretched out her neck to the side, and Jensen smiled wistfully. It was his favorite part of her body to kiss, because every time he did, she made the tiniest little gasp that drove him wild.

There were so many little things like that he found he loved about her… Yes, he told himself, more assuredly this time, love. You LOVE her, dummy. Now, he just had to find a way to tell her and pray that she felt the same way.

He finished getting dressed and carefully climbed back on the bed, so as not to disturb her. Leaving a soft kiss on her shoulder, he quietly left the room and headed downstairs.

A note from Jared said that he was up earlier and went home to shower then head to set. Jensen noticed coffee was already made and he heard the balcony door closing gently from the other room. Jill came in, steaming mug in hand and wrapped up in the throw blanket from the couch.

“Morning,” she smiled and raised her cup. “Sleep well?”

“Fantastic. You? Room comfy?”

“Incredibly, thank you. Hope you don’t mind, I got the coffee going and went out to watch the sunrise. It’s really beautiful here.”

“Don’t mind at all. How is it?” he asked and nodded towards the cup.

“Oh, this is hot chocolate. I hate coffee. But I made it for Jared before and knew you and Y/N would want some.”

Jensen laughed a grabbed a to-go cup from the cabinet. “You are hands down the best houseguest, ever.”

“I try,” she said and sipped at her cocoa while watching Jensen move about the kitchen. He could feel her watching him and gave her a curious glance from the corner of his eye.

“So, what’s Y/N got you doing today?” he asked as he fixed his coffee.

“Who knows, she’s rattled off so many places she wants to drag me too. Then we have to be at the airport around five.”

“Shame you can’t stay longer. Last night was a lot of fun. Maybe Y/N and I can take a trip down to visit you soon. I’d love to meet your husband, I’ve heard a lot about him from Y/N. She says he’s the big brother she never had. Dying to finally meet the guy,” he smirked and secured the lid to his mug.

“Oh, honey, no,” Jill laughed, shook her head and patted his arm. “You’re adorable. No, see, you’re more than welcome to visit when he’s out of town or on a run with the Club, but, we don’t bring the good time home to meet Filip, only serious investors.”

Jensen chuckled unsurely, “What does that mean?”

“Just that, Y/N is family… not just my best friend. My husband looks to her as a little sister and is fiercely protective of anyone he considers family. Fiercely protective. Family is everything to him. So, we have found that its best if he doesn’t meet everyone who comes into her life until we’re sure he’s sticking around.”

“Oh,” he said, slightly taken aback at her proclamation. “Just curious, has Filip met a lot of, uh, serious investors?” Jensen was fidgeting with his cup which didn’t go unnoticed by Jill.

“Only two. He disapproved of both. I’m not saying that he’s got the power of persuasion over Y/N, where he would tell her to dump someone. Buuut, let’s just say he’s an immaculate judge of character and his instincts are primally on point.”

His expression was wary, but also thoughtful. When he didn’t respond, she worried that maybe she gave him the wrong impression. “I just mean that you guys are having fun, it's not serious or anything, right? You see each other when you can. Hell, maybe even see other people between—”

“No, there’s no one else,” he said firmly.

“Good to know,” she said and smiled with mild relief. “All I am saying is, you’re having a good time for now. Until you know what it is—”

“I’m in love with her, Jill,” he interjected abruptly, as if he didn’t say it out loud then, he wouldn’t be able too. “I’m in love with her and it's definitely just not a good time. It’s so much more than that.”

“Then you need to tell her. Show her, make sure she hears you. I love that girl but she’s a tough sonofabitch to get through to sometimes. She gets caught up in her own head and gets lost in there sometimes. So, you may have to repeat it before she believes you.”

Jensen smiled, the soft crinkles forming around his eyes. He gave her a slight nod and replied, “Yes ma’am.”

“I want to like you, Jensen. You seem like a genuinely good person, and I know she really enjoys being with you. It's been years since I’ve seen her like this and I so want this to work out. And I’m sure you will get to meet Filip one day. One way or another. Let’s just hope it’s the friendly kind of visit.”

Jill smiled at him sweetly before finishing her cocoa. She placed the mug in the sink and turned back towards Jensen. He seemed mildly panicked, but when you held out your arms for an embrace, he placed his mug on the counter and returned it happily.

“Now, I am going to go shower so as soon as that woman of yours wakes up, we can go get breakfast. Thanks for having me, you have a great place here. Would definitely love to come and visit again sometime.”

“Thanks, uh, for the chat—” his phone vibrated in his pocket and when he retrieved it, he scowled and shoved it back into his pocket. “That’s my ride. I gotta run, but I want you to know, I heard you. Loud and clear. Have a safe flight home, and I promise you, she’s in good hands with me.”

“Oh, I bet she is,” Jill laughed, shaking her head as she walked turned towards the spare room. “See ya sometime soon and have a good day on set.”

Jensen glanced upstairs at the door to his room. As he grabbed his coat off the hook and double checked for his wallet and keys, he thought about her still wrapped up in his sheets and how they’d be rich with her scent now. Knowing that when he got home, he could lay down on them and she would be right there, pulled at the place in his heart he’d kept reserved and closed off for so long. It scared the shit out of him, but since he’d met her, he knew it was time to open it again. 

 Exploring with Vancouver with Jill was both fun and exhausting. Returning once to the apartment to rest for a few and gather her things, within a couple hours you were back out on the curb hailing a cab to take you both to the airport.

“You don’t have to come. I can get there and get on the plane, no reason you should leave and have to come all the way back.”

“It’s fine. I want to go with you. Jensen won’t be home for a few more hours at least and I don’t want to sit up there all by myself.”

“Alright, but I still say you’re a glutton for punishment,” she teased and handed the cab driver her bags for the trunk.

On the way, you chatted casually and again thanked her for the resort trip. It was rare that you got to spend this quality time with her, and suddenly found yourself anxious that it was ending regardless that it meant you’d be alone with Jensen for the whole week.

“What’s up with you?” she asked, able to read your expression easily.

“Would you laugh if I told you I was nervous?”

“About what?”

“Being alone with him… for a week. Last night, that got intense—”

“Bup bup,” she interrupted and held up her hand. “I’ve heard plenty of sexcapade stories from you about him in the last six months, I don’t need another right now.”

You rolled your eyes and continued, ignoring her teasing grin, “—he got intense. He was just… different and I can’t tell why. I don’t know. I’m being stupid.”

“You’re not. You’re stressing and overthinking, but you’re not being stupid. Look, don’t get inside your head too much, ok? He likes you, he wants you here, he was excited you showed up. By the end of the week, I’m sure you’ll be so at ease with each other, he won’t want you to leave.”

“I just wish you could stay longer,” you pouted.

“Me too, but I miss my old man and I honestly can’t watch you make out with Jensen anymore. It's gross. You should know that.”

“You forget I’ve watched you and Filip for all these years. Girl, I’ve seen things…. Things these eyes will never recover from thanks to you two. So, don’t give me shit.”

With that, the cab pulled up to the drop-off zone and popped the trunk. After exiting the cab, she told him to wait and told you to go back to Jensen’s.

“I got it from here. Go back, enjoy time with him and just have fun. Ok? Text me if you need me, but do not call for at least two days. I plan on doing very dirty things to Filip when I get home and unless the house catches fire, don’t plan on engaging with anyone else.”

You laughed and pulled her into a tight embrace. “Got it. Travel safe.”

“I’ll let you know when I get home though, and seriously, just relax and have fun!”

Jill grabbed her luggage and headed towards the terminal, pausing only once to turn and wave goodbye.

  In the days after Jill left, things took a weird turn between you and Jensen. He wasn’t distant, exactly, but he didn’t have much in him by the time he got home at the end of the day. Which was something you understood completely given the schedule he’d been keeping. You began to worry that his lifestyle wasn’t something you could keep up with.

The conversations you had with Jill echoed loudly in your head, and you kept asking yourself all the questions she had… what was it you wanted from this, where was it going, was it serious, would it last… ?

Several days after saying goodbye to Jill, you were lying in bed trying to read with Jensen snoring softly beside you. The book was open on your lap, but you were blankly staring ahead reliving the day you’d had and trying not to be overly emotional about a whole lot of nothing.

Work had been especially grinding trying to wrap early so he could take a long weekend to spend time with you. He had fifteen-hour days on set, and each night came home completely exhausted, barely able to finish a meal and shower before he fell asleep.

Each morning he left a small note on the coffee pot, which was always brewed and waiting for you when you came downstairs. Passing the time, you went to see a movie, tidied up around the apartment, and finally cleaned out all the leftovers before heading to the market to fill the house with all his favorites.

The ones you knew of, anyway.

Browsing the aisles of the store, you were struck with the realization that there was so much you didn’t know about him. Most of the time you had together, was spent on the go, so that meant a lot of restaurants, take out or room service. Only once did you get to cook for him and that was on a layover he spent at your place a couple weeks after the convention.

You tried to brush it off, but the thought spiraled into more of the same ilk, and it left you feeling slightly spun out, unsure about why you were even trying so hard when it would probably never last. Walking through the produce section, you chose a few types of each before doing the same thing with everything else. By the time you finally reached the check out with a cart full of groceries, you were near tears with doubt.

What is wrong with you? You asked yourself as you sat there, taking in deep breaths of air. You’re panicking… why?

The inner banter you had with your anxious self, went on that way for a while… what about food allergies? Does he have any? What if he hates mushrooms or peppers? What if he can’t eat eggs? Then you’d immediately berate yourself for questioning everything… You’ve seen him eat eggs, you idiot. You’ve seen him eat just about everything…

It took all your strength to make both sides shut up so you could proceed with getting the haul home. Bringing it all up to the apartment was a task, too, and by the time it was all put away, you were mentally exhausted and feeling completely out of whack.

The sound of his key in the door prompted you to quickly swipe any leftover tears from your eyes and busied yourself in the kitchen.

“Hey,” he smiled wearily and hung his keys on the hook. “How was your day?”

Your back was still facing him, but you could feel his eyes on you. “It was good.”

“Just good?”

“Yeah, you know, uneventful,” you half lied and tried to compose yourself before turning around to greet him properly.

The moment you locked eyes with him, you saw he recognized that you weren’t alright. Jensen gingerly took your hand, cast his eyes down as he played with your fingers.

“You wanna talk about it or continue to feed me bullshit?” He looked up, exhaustion set into his features, and the last thing you wanted to do was add to it.

“I—I’m fine, Jay, honest. Let me make you some dinner while you relax. Looks like it was a long day.”

You noticed how intensely he was scrutinizing your face and did your best to hold up to the silent interrogation. “Alright,” he said and brought your hand to his lips. “If you say so. But, if you change your mind and wanna talk about whatever’s bothering you, I’m right here.”

“I know,” you replied, forcing a smile, “I’m fine. Go rest. Dinner should be up soon.”

His brow furrowed as you shewed him from the kitchen, but he did as you asked.

Sometime later, when you went out to tell him that it was ready, you found him fast asleep on the couch. Despite everything, you’d felt that day and all the doubts you had, you were still happy to be there with him. Even though your mind was still muddled with tons of self-doubt and worry where the relationship was headed, an overwhelming rush of love crashed into you.

Dammit, you thought as you gazed down at him sleeping peacefully, I’m falling in love with him and that’s the last thing I wanted.

You gently shook him awake and convinced him to go upstairs to go to bed. He was out almost instantly, but now you were laying beside him back to where you were before. The inner palaver was firing up again, so you grabbed your book to try and stave it off, but even the words of your favorite author couldn’t stop the internal argument brewing.

Everything that you felt for him, versus everything you felt you were not, battled it out until you were as mentally exhausted as Jensen had been physically spent. You finally gave up on reading, put the book on the table and slunk down into the bed. As your eyes closed, your mind let one more thought linger before finally shutting down… Maybe this visit was too long… maybe it really isn’t meant to last.

  Jensen wasn’t an idiot. He could tell she was upset the minute he got home and walked into the kitchen. Her shoulders were slumped, the curve of her spine more pronounced because of it. There was something in her voice, too. Something that dampened the natural radiance he usually heard in it.

She was faking her mood and he didn’t know why. He asked if everything was alright, but her answer felt forced and false. Knowing her the way he did, he knew it had to be more than just the rigidness of his schedule. Whenever it had come up in the previous days, she was sincerely fine with it and he really believed that. He lied for a living after all, and he could spot a liar a hundred miles away. Y/N wasn’t a liar.

That’s how he knew, he had to get to the bottom of this because it wasn’t like her to lie or be this upset and try to hide it.

Y/N ushered him away from the kitchen while she got dinner going, so Jensen took respite on the couch. He flicked on the television and grabbed the phone from his pocket. Realizing the time, he didn’t want to chance to call her, so he brought Jill’s contact info up and messaged her instead.

           Hey, how’s my favorite author doing?

It only took about a minute for her to respond.

                       Sleeping. She was sleeping.

           Sorry about that. Can I pick your brain for a minute?

                       Sure. What’s up?

           Y/N’s upset and won’t say why.

                       Crying?

           Not anymore. She was before I got home I think. Fake smile, too.

                       Did you tell her yet? You didn’t, did you?

           I’m waiting for the right time.

                       Men… you’re an idiot. Tell her. Now.

           Not like that. I don’t want to say it to fix something. I wanna tell her in            a special way. Tell me what Willow Bainbridge would do.

                       I have no words for you right now…

           I know, I’m an ass.

                       Won’t deny that. Just tell her how you feel, dummy. She’s                         probably stuck in her own head just doubting everything.                         Doesn’t need to be elaborate. Make it special, sure. But doesn’t                         have to be a big spectacle. You know?

Jensen sighed. He knew she was right, but he wanted it to be. He wanted to show Y/N just how much he felt for her, but he didn’t know how. She stepped up at the convention in a big way, he just wanted to match it; do something that really proved to her that he loved her.

           You’re the expert here, I’ll follow your lead.

                       Smart boy. Take care of her, ok?

                       Btw, Filip says hello and not to make her cry anymore. Niighhtt!

 Shaking his head, he tucked the phone away, laid his head back on the couch and closed his eyes. He must have started dozing off, because the next thing he knew, Y/N was gingerly rubbing his arm and calling his name.

“Jensen…” her voice was soft and sweet despite whatever that was before. “Baby, wake up, let’s go upstairs. You need to get some real sleep.”

He woke enough to hear her and smile when she called him baby. He liked that, a lot. She helped guide him up the stairs and into bed, removing his jeans and shirt and putting them to the side. Jensen fell into bed and wanted to wrap himself up in her, but before she could even climb in beside him, he was fast asleep.              

    You woke the next morning, and as usual, Jensen was gone. You pulled yourself up and out of bed put on your robe and headed down to the kitchen. The coffee pot was on and his note stuck to the cup beside it.

           Fix your cup and go out to the balcony.

You did as the note commanded and froze in place once you realized he was still home and waiting for you out there.

“Well, hey stranger,” you said as you came through the balcony door. “Running late or playing hooky?”

He kissed your cheek, letting his lips linger there softly. “Both.”

The corner of your mouth twitched into a curious smile. “Both?”

“Yes, ma’am. I am playing hooky. All the way through Sunday. But, we are also running late.”

“We?”

“You sure ask a lot of questions,” he teased, his eyes were gazing upon you softly. “I have some plans for us today, and they require us to be leaving very soon. Was just about to come up and wake you.”

“I can be ready in less than an hour, is that ok?”

“Perfect.”

You took your cup upstairs and went about taking a shower to get ready for a day out with Jensen. In record time, you were showered, dressed, downstairs and ready to go. Though you were still feeling a little off from the day before, your spirit had lifted a bit and you felt a little less anxious. No matter what the day had in store, you were going to just try and enjoy the time you had with him.

The day started out with breakfast at a small café he loved, then a trip to the Vancouver Aquarium where he arranged for you to go and feed the penguins. You walked hand in hand with him all day, admiring all the creatures there and found yourself laughing a lot. He was stopped only a few times by fans, and you watched as he treated them all with nothing but kindness and appreciation.

You didn’t think it was anything you could get used to but seeing him interact with them only reinforced what you already knew. This was his life, and he was so, very good at what he did. Being with him, really being with him meant that your perfect days would be interrupted, plans would get canceled and time would sometimes be short.

Just as you were exiting the aquarium, a little boy about ten years old and his mom were walking in. Despite his baseball cap, the boy noticed Jensen and you both heard him scream, “Mom! It’s Dean!”

Jensen immediately went over to him, gave him a high five, and knelt to talk to him. You watched how the little boy’s mom watched them, her face just beaming with happiness. She turned to you, her hand over her heart, “Your husband is absolutely wonderful to do this. My son loves Dean so much, the show too, crazy how they can get so much out of it at this age, isn’t it?”

All you could do is simply nod. The emotion caught up in your throat and rendered you speechless. Their interaction was brief, but it impacted you in a way you didn’t see coming. You suddenly felt remorseful for not having watched the show, for not engaging him more with his career, and the other projects he’s been a part of. You’d become so afraid of falling in love with him, that you purposely ignored the biggest part of his life. No wonder he may want to let you go…

This character he played, that seemed to touch so many people, was a mystery to you and it made you feel terribly guilty. When he said goodbye and came back to you, it was hard to look him in the eye.

From there, you walked around Gastown to explore some shops and galleries. He did most of the talking, pointing out things of interest and sharing his exceptional knowledge of the city’s history. You tried to follow along and listen to everything, but the earlier encounter had brought back the familiar feeling of the day before. You just didn’t feel like you were good enough to be with him.

Though you enjoyed the day, there was something that just felt wrong, and you knew it was because you were letting your fears take over.

Jensen suggested getting dinner and hailed a cab to take you to a restaurant called Chambar. He told the driver where to go and settled into the seat beside you.

“You’ve been quiet. You alright?”

“Yeah, just taking in the day.”

“Sure? If something’s on your mind…” he shrugged slightly and wrapped his hand around your knee, “I want you to know you can talk to me.”

You should have said more, but at that moment all you could muster was, “I know.” You hooked your arm around his elbow, rested your head on his shoulder and rode in silence to the restaurant.

 Jensen must have called ahead because you were sat right away at a large corner booth in the back of the restaurant. As you walked towards the table, it struck you how similar the place looked to the restaurant in Lynchburg. You slid into the rounded booth, and Jensen followed, leaving very little distance between you.

The hostess placed down menus and left with a smile. The waitress arrived shortly after and took care of the drinks and appetizers, leaving you with your menus a while longer. Once you decided what you wanted to have, you really began to look around the place and enjoyed how familiar it felt.

“This place really looks—”

“Just like Lynchburg, right?” he said, his smile encapsulating his entire face. “It’s why I wanted to come here.”

“It's beautiful, and the food smells great,” you said, trying to make small talk but you could see something more serious brewing behind his eyes.

The drinks were dropped off, and after he sampled his bourbon, he finally broached the subject that he had been mulling over. “I know that these past couple days have been crappy, and you’ve had a lot on your mind. But, there’s a weird thing going on here. I don’t know what it is, but I know that I’m not crazy about it.”

You felt your heart start to sink. Had you read the day completely wrong? Was this really it? The final nail in a coffin signifying the end you were so scared of?

“Wh—What do you mean?”

“Just that, you’ve been quiet, not really yourself. You don’t want to talk about it, and I can’t force you, but I also don’t want you to be unhappy.”

You swallowed a good portion of your Jack and Coke, hoping the bite of the whiskey would help quell the panic rising, to go back down. “I’m not, unhappy, Jensen.”

“Then what is it?” he asked, the lines of his forehead creasing with worry. “Because you’ve definitely not been happy. You were crying last night before I got home and hid it. Why?”

You inhaled sharply, taken aback by his accusation. He wasn’t wrong, but you thought you’d covered that so well. He seemed frustrated by it though, and you immediately assumed this was the beginning of the end. You felt instantly defensive. This wasn’t how this was supposed to be. This is how things were with the other people that had been in your life. But not Jensen, he was supposed to be different…

“Look, if you want to end things—”

Jensen was suddenly panicked. “What? No!”

“It’s ok, I mean, I never expected it to last forever,” you mumbled through a buildup of thick emotion. You could feel yourself starting to spiral. “I don’t know if I will ever be comfortable with the public side of your life, I know I don’t watch the show, and you must feel like I don’t support you—"

He took your hands tightly in his and slid you closer to him on the bench. “Y/N. Stop. Just shut up for a minute. When I first met you, we had the most amazing, best night of my life. The next day, you didn’t want to hear me out. When there’s no communication, things get messy. You ran away, and we missed out on a month together. I’m asking you now to listen to me. Alright? Just really listen.”

You drew in a shaky breath and nodded. “You’re right, I’m sorry,” you rasped.

“Good. Last thing I want is for anything to end. I realized something the other day and I’ve been waiting, looking for the perfect moment to tell you. Work has been crazy, and I didn’t want it to be said in passing or off hand. And with how quiet you’ve been, I didn’t want to say it solely try and make you feel better. I need you to know I’m sincere. Maybe I should’ve just said it right then, but when it comes to you, I’m not always thinking straight. I wanted to be in a special place, look you in the eye and be able to tell you.”

“Tell me what?”

“That I am crazy, head over heels in love with you.”

The words spilled from his lips all in one breath as he sat there, anxiously awaiting your response. He squeezed your hands, as his tongue darted nervously out across his bottom lip. “Honestly, just saying it, it’s not enough, because I don’t just want to be in love with you, Y/N. I want you to be with me, forever. I don’t want you to go home. I want you to stay here in Vancouver. I know that changes everything for you, and it’s a big step, but I know that we are good together. I am the best I’ve ever been, in these last six months. That’s because of you. I may be tired when I get home, and there’s not always a whole lot of me left then. But what is left, I want to give to you. I have loved coming home this week, knowing you were there and I’m sorry if I haven’t made that abundantly clear.”

You swallowed thickly and could feel your chest rising and falling, but the air expelling was thin at best. Your bottom lip was shaking with so many things you wanted to say back, but the look in his eyes was enough to render you silent. Slowly, you withdrew your hands from his and ran them nervously through your hair. It was then you were struck by how funny it all was.

“This whole week, I’ve been petrified that you were tired of me and that I shouldn’t have surprised you. I was so scared that you were just being kind, tolerating me being there. I went shopping for you and panicked. Bought everything under the sun because I didn’t remember what you liked.”

“Is that why there’s like, ten boxes of different pastas in the pantry?” he asked, a vague smirk touching his lips.

You nodded and wiped the stray tear that started falling. “I realized how little I thought I knew about you. Then, it spiraled… maybe it was too much, I was too much. That I wasn’t what you’d need or want in any concept of forever. So, I tried to step back a little bit emotionally; detach myself from you so when it did end, I wouldn’t get too hurt. Problem was, I couldn’t.”

“Why?”

“Because I had already fallen in love with you but was really scared to admit it to myself.”

His expression changed. Gone were the lines of worry across his brow, the crinkles formed at the corners of his eyes as his perfect lips curled into a smile. “You love me, huh?” he teased.

“Yeeaah,” you said shakily, drawing out the word as you leaned in closer. “Against my better judgment, I do.”

Jensen’s hand lovingly caressed your check and guided your mouth to meet his. Reminiscent of your first kiss in the elevator, it was slow and sweet; tiny flashes of energy sparking every time your lips came together. It was the first real kiss you had shared with him in a few days and it felt long overdue.

He pulled back but kept his eyes locked with yours. He appeared like he wanted to say something more, but hesitated. You didn’t want to pressure him, so you let him work it out on his own. He reached down into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone, laying it face down on the table.

“I have something I need to ask you…”

  Jensen knew it was now or never. She loved him, that was all he needed to be sure and brave. The small piece of jewelry felt heavy in his hands. He’d gone over this a million times in the last two days and was still unsure of what he wanted to say. Since the day that Jill left, he’d been trying to find the right words to ask Y/N, but nothing felt just right. The only thing that did, is him finally coming to realize he wanted to be with her forever.

He stopped and bought the ring the next day. Why wait? He knew he loved her and always wanted to be with her. He didn’t tell a single soul, though. Not even Jared. He was afraid someone would try and talk him out of it, and right now, getting Y/N to marry him was the only thing in the world he really wanted.

Jensen took a deep breath and leap that he never thought would come.

“I have something I need to ask you… Nothing about us has been conventional. I know that I’m in love with you, and I want to spend my life with you. Whether that forever is here in Vancouver, in Austin, or in Timbuctoo… I don’t care, Y/N. All that matters to me, is that I found my perfect girl and I’m tired of waiting for forever to start.”

Jensen unfurled his fingers to reveal the petite silver ring garnished with a three-carat opal cut diamond in his palm. He picked up and held it towards her. “Marry me.”

There was no wavering or uncertainty in his voice. He knew what he wanted, and he was determined to get it. Her expression morphed from adoration to shock in the course of two words. Her eyes grew large and her mouth fell slack.

“M—Marry you?” The way she said it made his stomach drop. Maybe it was too soon, he thought and fought down the internal panic. Then he really looked in her eyes and noticed her own panic.

“I know my life isn’t exactly normal. Sometimes it's overwhelming and exhausting. But, its part of who I am, and I don’t want to give it up. That being said, I am not going to expect you to take part if you can’t. If you’re worried—”

“Will you shut up?” she interjected, tears forming in the corner of her eyes. “Just shut up, Jay, and put the ring on my finger.”

Jensen expelled a rush of anxious air and slipped the ring onto her finger. “So, that’s a yes?”

She admired it for a moment, then took his cheeks into her hands and kissed him deeply despite being in a very crowded restaurant. When the kiss cooled down, she smiled, just like she did that night in Lynchburg when they were out on the patio and agreed to go upstairs with him.

“Yes,” her bright eyes sparkled with a thousand new promises. “I will marry you… anytime, anywhere.”

Jensen felt overwhelmed, happy, scared and relieved. But as he sat with his now fiancé, as she leaned into him, watching her ring dance in the ambient lighting of the room, he knew that he did the right thing. She was the one. The one he was fated to meet and found again in the most unlikely of places. Now, she’d be with him forever.

Six Months Later…

The Autumn air was unnaturally warm for October in Tennessee, not that you minded. It made having an outdoor wedding more bearable. The barn was all decked out in various flower arrangements and soft lighting, tables set up both inside and out, depending on how the weather was going to cooperate. The sun was about two hours from setting, and you knew you’d have an amazing sunset for the big day. Sunsets in this part of the world never ceased to disappoint.

Jill was fidgeting with the bottom of your dress, while Filip watched from the corner of the room. He had his arms crossed over his chest, one boot kicked over the other.

“Why you makin’ me stay in here for lass, I’ll be on me best behavior out there. I just wanna talk to the boy, shite.”

“You, sit,” Jill commanded her husband, to which he woefully obeyed but not without a rueful glance. “You will not scare him off thirty minutes before they’re supposed to get married.

“Pffft,” Filip said and waved her off. “I ain’t gonna do nothin’, love. Cross me heart.”

“You heard the woman, you best stay,” you teased and adjusted a rogue strand of hair. “Instead, tell me if I look alright. Don’t wanna look a mess walking out there.”

Filip got up, walked over to you and Jill, and draped his arm across her shoulders while giving you a firm once over. A soft smile fell to his face, causing the infamous dimples to appear. “Absolutely beautiful. I mean, no one could touch this one’s beauty on the day we said ‘I do’, but you’re a damn close second sweetheart.”

“Dayum Filip, even after all these years, you still know how to get your old lady to smile,” you teased once you saw Jill’s face blush.

“It’s a gift,” he whispered with a wink. “Now, ladies, I am gonna take me leave of ya, ‘n go find the bar. Maybe I’ll run into this groom of yours. We need to be havin’ a quick chat anyway.”

“Filip!” you warned, “Don’t you be mean!”

“Me? Come on now, you know me better than that…”

“Best behavior old man,” Jill warned and narrowed her eyes at him. Filip sauntered out of the room and flipped out the tails of his suit jacket as he walked out the door. “Boy he’s got a flair for the dramatic,” she mumbled after he left.

Standing up from fixing one more spot on the hem, she stepped back and took a long look at you. “Alright, I think you are ready to go.” Her face beamed, and you turned to take one more look at yourself in the mirror.

“Is this really going to happen today? How the Hell did I get here?” you asked, more to your reflection than to Jill. But she nonetheless stood behind you and spoke to both of your reflections. “This time last year I was newly single and planning a vacation… now…”

“Now you are marrying a really great guy who loves you like crazy and has the world’s coolest job. It’s going to be beautiful and you two are going to have the best, craziest sort of life together.”

“You think?”

“I know.”

Jill squeezed your shoulders and smiled again through the reflection. “Come on, let’s go get you married.”

  Outside, Jensen paced nervously while trying to listen to the calming words of his brother and father about the wonders of marriage. Jared stood off to the side relishing in watching how anxious his best friend was getting. After a few minutes, he found a way to get Jensen alone, if for no other reason than to give the man a moment to breathe.

“You alright?” Jared asked, picking a piece of lint from Jensen’s tux.

“If you count wanting to puke as alright, sure. I’m dandy.”

“Wanna call it off?” Jared asked sarcastically, earning a look of death from Jensen.

“What do you think?”

“Alright, then chill. It’s going to be fine. You’ll get up there, she’ll get up there, Y’all will be married and then… we’ll drink and party. Right?”

“Yeah, man. Thanks. You sure you’re good to do this?”

Jared pulled the index cards from his jacket and nodded. “I am so ready to do this. I’m honored you’d even ask me.”

“No one else in the world I’d want to have been a part of this,” Jensen clapped Jared’s shoulder and brought him into a hug.

Approaching from behind, Filip cleared his throat. “Excuse me, boys, may I have a moment with the groom?”

Jared and Jensen passed a nervous look. Jensen’s mouth frowned and he nodded, his way of telling Jared it was ok to go on ahead. “I’ll meet you up there.”

Once Jared was gone Filip got a little closer and looked out over the area set up for the wedding.

“Gorgeous, huh?” Filip asked gesturing towards it. “Really pretty place you choose here.”

“Yeah, it’s beautiful.”

Filip maintained his silence for a moment. Surveying the farm before him, he turned slowly and caught Jensen’s gaze. “So’s she, ya know. Me little sis down there. Not just her face I mean. She’s a good one.”

“I know. Trust me.”

“She best stay that way.”

“She will as long as she’s with me,” Jensen said assuredly, though resisted the urge to add “sir,” and glanced at Filip from the corner of his eye.

“Y/N ever tell ya ‘bout the time she brought this one lad ‘round the house?” Filip asked, ignoring Jensen’s comment. “He was a lazy shite, didn’t like him at all. Walked in on ‘em fightin’ once, poor fella.”

“Poor fella?” Jensen asked with an edgy grin. “What, uh, happened to him?”

Filip was quiet for a moment longer than was comfortable for Jensen. A wicked smile unfurled on his lips, enhancing the Glasgow smile etched into his face. “Let’s hope you never have to find out, aye?”

The older man in the dapper gray suit chuckled darkly and smacked Jensen on the back. “Sun’s getting low boyo, best be getting the bride ready for a walk down the aisle to ya.”

He turned and sauntered back down the hill towards where Y/N would be getting ready. Jensen took a moment to compose himself and found the whole thing slightly humorous. Y/N was like no one he’d ever known. Even her closest family and friends were characters, and even though they may be slightly frightening, he was looking forward to the day they called him family, too.

  The music started playing, and Jill appeared at the end of the aisle wearing an off the shoulder, plum colored dress. As the Maid of Honor, she walked slowly, smiling at the smattering of guests. Keeping it to close friends and family, there were less than fifty people in attendance, which provided a wonderfully intimate setting. When she arrived at the end, everyone stood up and reacted to seeing Y/N standing there on Filip’s arm.

Jensen’s breath stopped. He tried to swallow the swell of emotion that build up, but his throat had gone completely dry. She was breathtaking. He didn’t notice the details of her dress, or exactly how she had her hair done. All he could see were how her eyes were locked with his, and twinkled with the future that waited for him there.

Traveling, holidays, quiet nights… kids. All of it. Everything he’d wanted with a girl that was meant to be his.

She arrived at the altar, and Jared cleared his throat. Standing in as the Officiant of the Ceremony, he asked who gave this woman to this man.

Filip cleared his throat, and cast a look over to Jill, who warned with her eyes that he’s to answer and move on; no shenanigans.

“I do,” he replied and clapped Jensen on the shoulder and grinned, “I give her, happily.”

Once Filip was sat in the front row, Jared continued on with the ceremony.

“When Jensen first told me about meeting Y/N, he said that she was the kind of girl that made you question your future. He thought of her as his Cinderella. The perfect girl who got away, never to be seen again. But she proved him wrong. That’s when I knew I approved. Anyone that can prove this man wrong, is a superstar in my book.”

Jared raised his brows in jest and Jensen sighed loudly, hanging his head in mock shame. A ripple of laughs worked its way through the guests, and once it was quiet again, Jared placed a hand on both Jensen’s and Y/N’s shoulders.

“In all seriousness, you two have found an amazing connection of love that most people only dream of. I am honored to be a small part of this and cannot wait to watch you both grow in love from now until the end of days. Thankfully, you’ve written your own vows, so I will now shut up and let you have at it.”

Jensen may have been comfortable on con stages, in front of cameras and even behind them, but right then, his nerves were maxed out. Before him, stood not only the most beautiful woman he’d ever known but the only one who had ever made him feel complete. He didn’t remember what life was like before knowing her, and he never wanted to again. Now, he finally had her right where he wanted her and planned on telling her just how much he was going to love her for the rest of his life.

He drew in a deep breath and began…

Part 4: Best. Christmas. Ever. (Christmas Fic)

#spngenrebingo #jensen ackles x you #jensen ackles x reader #jensen ackles x reader insert #jensen ackles rpf

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Ha Sungwoon - Together (Valentine’s Series 7/11)

Genre: Fluff

Series: [ Jihoon ] [ Daehwi ] [ Guanlin ] [ Minhyun ] [ Woojin ] [ Jinyoung ][Sungwoon ] [ Jaehwan ] [ Jisung ] [ Seongwoo ] [ Daniel ]

Note: So I know that it is now a month past Valentine’s Day, but it didn’t feel right not finishing all of these scenarios for the rest of the members since these are all just fluffy and cute! So here is Sungwoon’s! The others should be up within the next week as well. I have two that need some editing and two that need to be written, but this series will be done soon! ^^ Then I’m going to focus on getting all of my drabble requests done, some scenario requests done, and then the soulmate series! :D I have an idea for another series as well, but it’s still in the works so I don’t know if it’ll happen. Anyway, please enjoy this Sungwoon scenario. More scenarios coming soon! ^^

- goodnightkisseu’s admin <3

“Sungwoon, I really am sorry. I had no idea that I would have to work late tonight,” you apologized again, for what felt like the twentieth time that day. You were talking to your boyfriend on the phone, taking a break from the ridiculous amount of work that had fallen on your lap that night.

A vendor with whom your company contracted for some of its work to, called your outsourcing manager that day and told him that they never received the materials they needed to complete the task. All of the work was due by the middle of next week. This, of course, sent the entire office into a frenzy which required you and some of your co-workers to put in the extra hours to get all of the materials together. Even though each of you had taken a portion of the work, there was so much of it to get done that you were still endlessly working into the early evening. This was the first break that you had taken in almost five hours. You figured that calling your boyfriend to apologize for missing the amazing date that he had planned for the two of you for Valentine’s Day seemed like the best thing to do. At least you didn’t have to look at anymore account sheets.

“It’s not a big deal,” he said on the other end. “It wasn’t like I had to cancel a reservation with one of the most popular restaurants in the city and that I had made that reservation four months in advance or anything. It’s fine. Everything’s fine.”

“Sungwoooooon,” you whined, as he guilt tripped you. Yet, when you heard him chuckling on the other end, you couldn’t help but make a face. Your boyfriend wasn’t guilt tripping you, he was just teasing, the little shit.

“I’m only joking, don’t be like that. You know I can tell that you’re pouting even if I can’t see you. It makes me want to pull you into a great big hug, even though I can’t right now,” he cooed back, a small smile forming on your lips at his words. He went a bit too far sometimes, but Sungwoon was incredibly sweet. You knew that behind all of the joking that he really did care for you, even if it wasn’t always displayed in the most obvious way.

“Plus it’s probably better that we didn’t go anyway. I don’t really think that fancy restaurants are really our thing,” he pointed out. The two of you had been together for a long time now, and it felt like you had done almost everything together at this point. So this year, you had suggested doing something you two didn’t usually do, try the fancy restaurant thing. Obviously that wasn’t happening. 

“I guess that’s true. Would have been nice to find out if it could be our thing though. I mean, we’d have to try, you know? And Valentine’s Day seemed like the perfect time,” you explained.

Sungwoon made a small noise in agreement. “Maybe next Valentine’s Day,” he suggested. “So, how much longer do you think you have? I know we’re skipping on the fancy dinner, but I would like to see my girlfriend sometime today? It is supposed to be a romantic holiday and all I got today was a quick kiss as you ran out the door for work,” he pointed out.

That was strange. You weren’t completely sure, but you thought you heard the sound of his care turning off. He got off work a couple hours ago, and he was making such a big deal earlier about finally getting to sit at home in his pajamas after the week of crunch they just had at his office. Where could he possibly be going? “Of course you’ll get to see me, silly. We ran into some minor problems a little bit ago, but we just finished sorting through them. You’ll definitely get to see me, but probably not until later tonight…”

“Well… then I think I may have a slight problem…” Sungwoon replied with a nervous chuckle.

“Why?”

“Because I’m parked outside of your building right now. I also just got out of the car and was planning to walk up to the building to come and get you, since I figured you’d be almost done,” he started, but before he could continue, he heard the call disconnect. He called your name, but when you didn’t respond, he furrowed his brow and looked down at his phone, seeing that you had, in fact, ended the call. “Wow, you tell your girlfriend you’re here to see her and she just hangs up on you…”

Sungwoon shook his head, a light chuckle leaving his lips as he turned to head back to the car, figuring that your boss had stopped by for an update so you had to end the call. With a shrug and a sigh, Sungwoon slipped his phone back into his pocket as he started to walk back to his car. There was no point in standing outside if you weren’t going to come down and see him.

Yet, before Sungwoon got to his car, actually before he even to more than two steps really, someone came charging right into him, wrapping themselves around him as soon as they made contact. Normally he probably would have freaked out, but people if they were trying to mug you, wouldn’t really do it like this. And this hug just felt so family, that it could only be you. “So is this your new way of telling me that you’ll be right down, because I don’t know if I like it very much,” he remarked.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming…” came your muffled response, your face still buried in his back. You didn’t answer his question, of course, but that he was used to.

Sungwoo chuckled again, lightly pulling your arms from around him as he turned to face you. His hands found their way to your hips as he pulled you a little closer. “We’ve been together for five years now, you should just know what I’m thinking to be honest,” he replied. “But really, I just wanted to surprise you. I thought it would be nice if I came to get you, I just didn’t realize that you would be working later than this, so I kind of jumped the gun. Since I’m here though, do you think you could take a small break? It’ll be good for you to get out of the office and get something to eat? Maybe we could go to one of those food carts around here?” he suggested.

“I’d like that a lot,” you told him, a smile forming on your lips as he leaned in for a quick kiss before grasping your hand in his.

“Hey, do you remember when you first started working here? Back when we started dating? I came here to get you for lunch that one time.”

You nodded, but you also couldn’t help but giggle at the memory. “I do. It was back when neither of us really knew the area, and you said that we could walk to the nearest restaurant because it was only fifteen minutes away. But you forgot to switch your GPS to walking and it was really fifteen minutes by car. So it took us forty minutes to get there and forty minutes to get back. I was super late getting back to work.”

Sungwoon nodded as he grasped your hand a little tighter. “Yeah, it was before all of these food carts started to pop up. I really thought you were going to break up with me back then. You don’t know how shocked I was when you texted me that night.”

“I mean, I was pretty upset with you, and in the moment I’m sure I thought that we might not work out, but when I really got the time to think about, I realized that you were just trying to do something sweet. I was always complaining about how I hated sitting around inside so you suggested that we go out for a walk and get some fresh air. The restaurant you chose even served my favorite dishes. You were doing it with good intentions,” you reminded him as you leaned against his arm. “That’s not something to dump someone over. Plus my boss is lenient so you were lucky I never got in any real trouble for it.”

“Yeah, talk about lucky,” he said with another chuckle. “But when I think back on it, that date was very ‘us’ wasn’t it? Like we tend to do things in our own way and at our own pace. I feel like that was just the start of it all…”

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As it was Valentine’s Day, the two of you decided to eat at one of your favorite stalls. Of course, in doing so, Sungwoon did get a mouthful from the older women that rand the small food cart. She lectured him about how he should have taken you somewhere nice on such a special day and about how he was just like her husband, since her husband also didn’t know how to do romantic things. Sungwoon was a trooper though, and apologized and told her that he would try harder next year, which earned the two of you a little extra food.

You did your best to not talk too much about work while you guys were eating, not wanting to waste this time with Sungwoon. Instead the two of you busied yourselves talking about other things, such as the gossip going around Sungwoon’s office or about your friend, Seulgi’s upcoming wedding that you invited to. You kept the conversation light and just enjoyed each other’s company. Soon, your food was all gone and you thanked the older woman as you left, your wonderful boyfriend suggesting that the two of you go for a short walk around the nearby park before you headed back to the office.

It was a bit chilly that night when the two of you left the warm confines of the small tent. Sungwoon was quick to react upon seeing you shiver and he gave his jacket. You thanked him and he wrapped his arm around your shoulders as the two of you headed through the small part.

It was relatively silent between the two of you as you walked, but this was nothing new. It was often like this. It wasn’t that you were upset or anything, but rather that you just enjoyed each other’s company. You didn’t need to be conversing the entire time you were together. You just needed each other’s presence. You just needed to be close, and that’s all that really mattered.

Huh, that was when something struck you. It was something that Sungwoon had said earlier about the two of you doing things your own way. You supposed you had never really thought it until now, but he was right. The two of you really did do things differently than others. In the five years that the two of you had been together, you couldn’t say that anything was like a typical story. Your relationship was one that moved fast. From your first date, to your first kiss, to becoming exclusive, to your first time being intimate, even to moving in, it all happened at an accelerated pace. Everyone was wary about how fast the two of you had moved, but you just, the both of you just knew that it would work. Sure, it wasn’t to say that in the last five years that everything was good. The two of you did fight, but you made up. You went at your own pace, and you realize that you liked that. You liked that about being with Sungwoon. He was… he was just right for you.

“Sungwoon…” you started softly, your hands moving down his arm to grasp his between both of yours. “I really like us.”

Sungwoon smiled, but didn’t make a remark right away. Normally he would have. He knew that you weren’t the type that would say mushy things like that and it was definitely something he could have teased you about, but tonight, he was going to make an exception. “I like us too.”

“I like our pace,” you expanded on your earlier comment. “I like that it doesn’t have to be something grand with us. We don’t have to go to a fancy dinner or do things to show people how good we are together. We just are. I like just being with you… even if we’re just strolling through a park like this.”

Sungwoon slowed his pace and you followed suit as the two of you stopped on the bridge, just over a small stream. He turned to face you as he brought both of his hands up lightly cradled your face as he leaned down for a gentle kiss. “I like our pace too,” he echoed. “Happy Valentine’s Day,” he said softly before leaning down for another kiss…

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Following your little impromptu Valentine’s date, Sungwoon agreed to come back to the office with you while you worked. Most of your coworkers had left by the time that you got back, but that was alright. It meant more time to spend with your boyfriend while you worked. Sungwoon situated himself on one side of your desk and busied himself with his phone while you continued to flip through documents, cataloguing the ones that needed to be sent to the vendor.

From time to time, when he realized that you were getting sleepy, he’d show you something ridiculous that he had found online or start up some small talk to keep you awake. When those things weren’t working, your loyal boyfriend would head into the kitchen to make you another cup of coffee, knowing that caffeine usually did the trick. However, by the end, he was looking through some of the documents as well, knowing that the two of you working at it would make it go faster.

And just like that, the Valentine’s Day that almost didn’t happen, did happen, but in a way that was unique to you and Sungwoon…

#ha sungwoon #wanna one #wanna one imagines #wanna one scenarios #valentines series

[benromanoffbarnes]

SMS: Howard

Ben: hey stark Howard: Uh Howard: Hey Barnes Howard: Did you need something? Ben: yeah, just want to say thanks to the food and I’m can’t come for the dinner cap’s cooking. Howard: No problem but there is a dinner? Howard: Um you should probably tell steve that Howard: I won't be going either... Ben: yeah, on the main chat ? Howard: I haven't been on that since the other night... Ben: you’re the one who lives in the same house as him. Ben: also, he’s cooking for every. Howard: Yeah well I haven't really spoken to him since just before that night... Howard: I really don't want to see my family, especially if Jackson shows up Ben: you should, I think everyone’s coming over to eat Ben: why? Howard: Didn't you see my face? Ben: siblings fight , some more than others. Ben: still looked good Howard: yeah well I see him again soon there will be another one Howard: wait what? Ben: yeah there’s this thing called dodging Ben: what what? Howard: funny Howard: What still looked good? Ben: I ain’t joking Howie. Ben: is there any other meaning of the word? Howard: Howie? you never call me that.. Ben: I do but only when talking to cap. Howard: so it is just because you have been talking to pa too much? Ben: isn’t it your name though, at least a nickname. Howard: Yeah but you normally call me Stark or that... Ben: I call you howie in my head, that gotta count.(edited) Howard: You do? Howard: I always imagined you calling me stark all the time.. Ben: yeah. Ben: you always imagined?(edited) Howard: yeah uh Howard: ignore that Ben: howie.. ...... Howard: It's nothing just. Howard: why can't you make it to the dinner I had no idea about? Ben: yeah transparent excuses usually works for me too but not now, just what? Ben: Izzy and Ma backed out Howard: I'm just used to you calling me Stark Howard: Or you know Howard... Ben: okaaaaayy Howard: Look if you are skipping the dinner want to go grab food on our own? Ben: does that require going out? Howard: I mean it does for me either way... Ben: you can come over, or I could come over. I’d rather stay inside Howard: I'll come over. Especially if people are coming over here. Ben: okay here’s my address. Do you drink beer or should I get some other stuff? Howard: Anything is fine... probably some non alcoholic drinks as well Ben: don’t worry Howie, I have water and soda. Howard: Thanks Ben Ben: anytime Howard: I'll see you when I get to yours, should I bring anything? Howard: low expectations, because there’s now way my tv will compare to yours Howard: I could help fix that... Ben: na, but if you need a bigger one to watch on — just make sure you’ll put It back . Howard: Nah it is good. Size doesn't matter that much! Ben: oh a million different things to reply to that. Howard: Oh my god ben! Ben: what? I’m definitely not saying anything Ben: you blushing tho? Howard: No! Howard: just stop thinking whatever you are thinking! Ben: no? Ben: I’m thinking you’re blushing Ben: should I think of other stuffs? Howard: I'm not blushing Ben: I can’t believe it, you really are ,aren’t you? Howard: NO! Ben: just saying , sizes and all Howard: I SWEAR TO GOD BARNES! Ben: yeah definitely matters, I mean caps lock are bigger and more effective Howard: You're an ass Barnes I swear! Ben: I’m not, I only suspected Ben: she’s probably right Ben: must look adorable Howard: im not Howard: omg Barnes!!!!!!! Ben: what howie? Howard: why are you and piper ganging up on me! Ben: I’m not sugar, just saying. Howard: you are both so cruel Ben: you mad at me now? Howard: No... I don't encourage her Ben: don’t hurt yourself, you still got bruises Howard: I'm not Howard: i wasn't Howard: I swear she is making this up now Ben: well, she’s up on the not lying to me count . Ben: you told me you weren’t blushing Howard: .... Ben: stop trowing cushions at her Ben: you should smile more Howard: YOU DON'T NEED A PICTURE OMG Ben: I have one Howard: WHY ARE YOU ASKING FOR A PICTURE Ben: you throw a cushion at her Ben: I wanted to see Ben: you okay? Ben: alright babe I’m done, if you’re mad Ben: piper give his phone back , please, thanks Howard: You called me babe? Howard: omg I feel like I could die of embarrassment right now Howard: I was out run by my little sister. Ben: back read is a thing. Ben: but yes Ben: you won’t Howard: Yeah I am going to Howard: but okay yes I was blushing okay. Howard: can you delete whatever photo she sent you? Ben: but I like it Ben: why? Howard: It can't be that good to keep... Ben: you asking compliments Stark? Ben: it’s really good Howard: No Howard: So dinner and chill may be canceled due to my burning cheeks and near death experience chasing my sister. Ben: I can come over. Howard: yep definitely dead Ben: what’s happening? I thought you’re in your room already? Howard: I am in my room.... still dead Ben: you’re fine Ben: also you should probably work out more if you’re dying from chasing piper Howard: I do work out Howard: Just I work my mind more... Ben: that’s not a valid argument, is it? Howard: And still dead Ben: you keep on dying, do you need cpr or something ? Howard: ... I don't need that thought right now Ben: offering - I did train Howard: Ben: you okay now? Howard: Still 50% dead Ben: should I not text you for like an hour? Howard: I don't know Howard: my cheeks are so red and so hot Ben: howieee Howard: what... Ben: just don’t think about it Ben: I mean we can go back to the tv size thing Howard: Lets not talk about sizes... Howard: my cheeks are heating up again... Ben: okay okay sugar I’m done. Promise, I’m sorry. Howard: Sugar? omg Ben: what? You don’t like sugar? This relationship will not work I have a sweet tooth Howard: Don't be sorry It's cute Wait relationship Ben: yeh, I mean not exactly a stranger am i?(edited) Howard: Well no... Ben: so, you don’t like sugar? Howard: What kind of question is that... Sugar is great.... Ben: i don’t know, some people hates sugar okay. Howard: Crazy people1 Ben: it’s just how people are. We’re going to run out of sugar if everyone likes them Howard: I know one thing, Jackson must like sour the most. Urgh !Howard: Be at yours in 10 mins Ben: still fighting with him? Ben: alight. Howard: He can't keep his mouth shut Ben: you okay? Howard: Sick of Jackson. You said you had beer right? Howard: Got plenty of cold cans? Ben: siblings. Right? Ben: yeah, a lot. Howard: I don't want to even think of him. Think you can help me just forget about my family for a couple hours? Ben: try. Do you play chess? Howard: Chess? Look you will lose to that got anything more well fun we could do? Ben: ouch? Ben: no we’re playing chess Howard: Well I guess prepare to lose horribly Ben: game on Stark. You talk big game Howard: And I will deliver on that! you are going down Barnes! Ben: another million things on how to respond to that Howard: OMG BARNNNEESS Ben: you keep doing it(edited) Howard: I didnt mean to!May 14, 2018 Ben: i mean, at least I didn’t specify any response Howard: no but my mi d thought of some! Ben: now how is that my fault? Howard: you had to reply that way! If you hadn't all these thoughts wouldnt be here! Ben: I tried, that’s what counts Howard: Ben! This isnt fair! Why am I the only one getting all flusttered! Ben: takes a lot to get me flustered Howard: You are horrible Ben: I answered a question truthfully Howard: Yeah and now I am even more flustered! Ben: why? I didn’t even say a thing about you. Howard: that wink emoji Ben: Ben: okay, I’m done. insert not wink emoji Howard: Maybe I shouldn't come drink with you Ben: then we could just have dinner Ben: or are you cancelling on me altogether Howard: I am going to be red as a tomato in front of you.... Howard: I was kidding about canceling Ben: I promise to not laugh at you Howard: I don't trust that statement Ben: scouts honour Howard: One giggle and I am taking your booze and leaving... Ben: laugh at you okay, but I can laugh on other things Howard: still don't trust you Ben: why? I haven’t lied to you Ben: you’re the one with history of lying Howard: shut up! Ben: no really why? Because I’ve been nothing but honest Howard: ...... Ben: fine fine be like that Howard: I'm almost at yours. Ben: see you

#discord thread transfer #;;text #stcrkjr

[thorne93]

Old Flame, New Problems (Part 11)

Prompt: You’re in a serious relationship with Sebastian Stan, when news from your first love informs you that he’s now single and in need of a friend. Will your old flame burn out or will the flames get fanned and consume you?

Word Count: 4104

Warning: language, angst, fighting (verbal), cheating, drama

Notes: This idea came to me when news hit about Hayden and Rachel splitting. Of course I’m sad that a long time relationship such as theirs is ending, but it also means he’s single sooo…Also, no hate towards Rachel. I don’t know her, don’t know what really happened between them, etc. It’s a fic and in no way reflects what I think of either of them or their precious daughter ^.^

Beta’d by my #1 gal @like-a-bag-of-potatoes​

Forever Tags: @capsmuscles @cocosierra94 @essie1876 @magpiegirl80 @letsgetfuckingsuperwholocked @harleyquinnandscarletwitch @iamwarrenspeace @marvel-imagines-yes-please @superwholocked527 @myparadise1982sand @missinstantgratification @thejemersoninferno @rda1989 @marvelloushamilton @munlis @thefridgeismybestie @bubblyanarocks3 @random-fluffy-pink-unicorn @hardcollectionworldtrash @igiveupicantthinkofausername @kaliforniacoastalteens @feelmyroarrrr​ @kaeling

Sebastian Stan Tag: @nedthegay @lostinspace33 @alwayshave-faith @elleatrixlestrange @buenostardissherlock @lenawiinchester @the-red-world-of-jess-chibi @memory-of-a-goldfish @mellsstark

Old Flame Tag: @blackwidow-romanoff @seargantbcky

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You’d been out running errands all afternoon. You weren’t much in the mood for writing, no inspiration had really hit so you cleaned the apartment, took Spinee for a walk, then after you grabbed a sandwich at home, you set out on shopping and other errands. You’d gotten groceries, household items, and some nice decor. You grabbed new curtains, a few pillows, and shopped bedroom furniture for fun.

Late in the afternoon you arrived home, arms full of stuff, to behold a surprising sight.

The door fell open, exposing a floor full of colorful rose petals, every furniture surface covered with crystal vases of all colors, shapes, sizes, and embellishments of red, pink, white, peach colored roses, with Sebastian standing in the middle of it all.

You nearly dropped everything in your hands. Instead, you slowly moved over the sea of petals to the kitchen, dropping all the goods on the floor before standing up and taking the scene in. Your eyes carried over the colors, the effort, the vases, all of it. Until they finally went to Sebastian's face who was beaming with joy and pride.

“Seb, oh my god, what’s all this for?” you questioned, perplexed.

“The other day was just the celebratory dinner. Tonight is the real gift. I’ve got the whole evening planned. We have chocolate, your favorite wine, I bought some chick flicks on Amazon…” he stated, starting to gesture to the coffee table that was set up.

A smile graced your face for a moment before it fell.

“Seb, this is really sweet and nice and so thoughtful but...I already have plans,” you said, trying to ease the blow.

“You do?” he questioned. “Well, okay, no big deal. We’ll just go out then. Let me put all the food away and--”

“Uh, no,” you interjected, stopping him in his tracks. “It’s with Hayden...alone…” The two of you had made up within twenty four hours. You didn’t tell him you’d figured out why he was acting that way and you didn’t hold it against him. You just put it in the past and asked if he had wanted to go out, the two of you chose tonight for drinks and maybe dinner.

He stood up and looked at you. “So cancel,” he instructed. “Come on, Y/N, I went through a lot of trouble to do this for us, for you...Can’t you two go out another night?”

You chewed your lip for a minute. You sighed and finally nodded.

“Yeah, sure,” you said. You whipped out your phone and sent him a text telling him that you couldn’t make it tonight and you’d shoot for another night.

“Thank you,” he said before rushing over and grabbing your hand and pulling you over to the couch and showing you all the treats and gifts.

You felt bad for not being overjoyed by this. Any girl would be jumping up and down and squealing and attacking Seb with kisses, but you had really wanted to see Hayden. You were looking forward to tonight, to talking about the Stephen King news, to talking about his film, to getting to see him before he probably had to wrap up shooting here, seeing as Thanksgiving was coming up.

You and Sebastian were going to go to your house for the holidays, if nothing stopped him. It’d be the second time they’d ever met. Even if something kept him here, you were going to go home anyway. You hadn’t seen them except for a couple days back when you visited for your brother’s birthday and you really missed them.

Throughout the night, you tried to get into the spirit, be attentive, joyful, romantic, but you just couldn’t. You felt bad for cancelling on Hayden and you felt bad for wanting to be with Hayden after what Sebastian had set up for you two. But you couldn’t help it. You couldn’t help the fact that you missed him, that you wanted to see him a few more times before he had to leave.

After three movies and light snacking of chocolate covered strawberries, wine, and fruit, Sebastian got up and started to grab his phone.

“I was thinking of ordering in. I was going to cook, but this all took so long. So do you want pizza or take out or do you want to go pick something up?” he asked,

“Whatever you want,” you said, apathy in your voice.

“Hey, you okay?” he asked, walking back around to the couch.

You got up and went to the kitchen to grab some water. “Yeah, I’m fine,” you assured, not even half heartedly.

Sebastian sighed and gripped his phone hard.

“Is this about cancelling with Hayden?” he questioned.

You merely shrugged as you started to go back to the couch.

“Fine, if spending a romantic night in with me is so god damn hard, then just go meet up with him,” he spat as he got angry instantly.

You sighed. “I can’t help it,” you answered, still sounding uninterested. “I wanted to see him before he left. He’s all alone, he’s freshly heartbroken, in a city he doesn’t live in. Is it so bad to want to see my friend?” you asked, your tone getting firmer with more anger for every word you spoke.

“Yes, Y/N, it is! If it was any other night, I wouldn’t care, you know I wouldn’t. But I go through hours of setup, ordering stuff, getting the house looking like this and you’re too upset about your ex to even give a shit.”

“Do you want a gold medal for finally acting like a real boyfriend?” you snapped before you could even think. You wanted to suck the words back in as soon as they left your mouth. His face faltered in pain. “I’m sorry,” you offered. “I didn’t mean that.”

“No, I think you did. I get it. No matter what I do, I’ll never compare to the great Hayden Christensen who bought you first editions and shit. Excuse me,” he said in a mocking tone as he threw up his hands.

“That’s not what this is about. I love what you did for me!” you said. “I just want to see my friend and be there for him! You and I can do this any night! But he’s only in town a few more weeks. I like how you choose the one night we’re going to hang out to do this,” you accused.

“I didn’t fucking know you had plans,” he countered.

“No, you didn’t, but it’s just funny that only lately with Hayden coming around do you seem to pay attention to me. Does it take someone threatening our relationship for you to give a shit about me?” you asked, your blood pressure rising as the two of you stood there, a screaming match ensuing.

“Oh, so he is threatening it!” he responded, his hands in the air.

You shook your head and sighed. “No! That’s not what I’m saying. I’m just...I wanted to be there for my friend is all. He’s heartbroken and lonely.”

“I can’t believe this. You bitch because I’m away too much and not giving you attention, and now that I do, you’d rather hang out with your ex. Jesus. I’m done fucking trying.”

“Seb,” you tried. You knew he was upset, he had every right to be, but he also had to see that it was important for you to be with your friend before he left, he was also still struggling with Rachel, whether he wanted to admit it or talk about it or not. “I’m just saying, we can do this any night but Hayden...He’s alone right now, and I wanted to be there for him. That’s all.”

“So go be with him!” he shouted right as your phone rang.

You rolled your eyes and pulled it out of your pocket, wondering who the hell was bothering you right now so late at night.

Speak of the devil.

“Who is it?” Seb demanded.

“Hayden, but I can talk to him later--” you started, ready to ignore the call and slide it back in your pocket.

“No, go ahead. You’re so worried about him,” he countered with a sneer.

You rolled your eyes and answered.

“Hayden, now really isn’t a good time,” you started, ready to just end the call but he interrupted.

“Y/N? Y/N? Oh god, Y/N, what have I done?” he nearly wailed.

Oh fuck. He was drunk...and crying...great.

“Hayden, where are you?” you asked, concern in your voice.

“Does it matter? Does it even matter any more? My god...I can really fuck up anything, can’t I? Why? Why would this happen?” he said, prattling on and on, hiccuping once or twice. You’d only seen him this drunk before and that was on a New Year's Eve party.

“Are you at the hotel or are you out?” you demanded in a harsher voice.

“I’m out, out in this great, wide city,” he said, sounding as if he were on something. You rolled your eyes. This is just what you fucking needed right now.

“How much have you had to drink?” you wondered as your boyfriend stared at you with disbelieving rage. Seb was fuming, you knew that. His jaw was set and his eyes were steely on yours.

“I don’t really know. Let’s see… I had five drinks at the bar...Or was it seven? Maybe ten. I don’t know...then, they closed for a private party so I went to the liquor store. Got about...3 bottles...2 of em ar gone now though.”

“Jesus Christ. Okay, can you tell me where you are?” you asked.

“On the sidewalk.”

Stifling a sigh and pinching the bridge of your nose, you slowly said, “No, I need a street, a store, a landmark. Come on, Hay.”

“Uh....The Crestmont Hotel,” he answered.

“Okay, don’t move, I’m coming to get you,” you informed before you hung up.

“What?” Seb asked you in total disbelief. “We’re in the middle of an argument and you’re gonna go see your drunk ex?”

“He’s hurting, Sebastian,” you informed. “He doesn’t get drunk, ever. Okay? Something must’ve happened. I can’t just let him wander into traffic or be alone.”

You were racing around grabbing your purse, keys, and jacket.

“Then I’m going with you,” he stated.

“Don’t trust me?” you asked, irritation in your voice.

“To help you,” he remarked, softly. “You shouldn’t be trying to wrangle in a drunk dude by yourself.”

You nodded and the two of you left the apartment, heading to the hotel. Jumping in a taxi, the two of you were sitting far apart. Neither of you wanted to discuss the ugliness that had just unfolded, but you knew eventually you’d need to address it.

Sebastian was fair to be hurt, but so were you. You had plans with a friend you may not get to see a lot of. It was a little irritating that now that you and Hayden could hang out more Sebastian seemed to constantly have something planned. Maybe he really was just being a good boyfriend and trying to make up for his mistakes, or maybe he was subconsciously doing things to keep you away from him, either way, it’d been nearly two weeks since you’d seen Hayden last.

Finally, you reached the hotel, and you two jumped out, but there was no Hayden in sight.

“Son of a bitch, where did he go?” you mused, your hands in your hair as you looked around in the night, hoping the headlights would illuminate him somewhere.

“Oh, you mean you don’t have a tracker on him?” Seb asked.

“Not now, Seb, please? I just want to help get him home.”

The two of you looked around until Sebastian suddenly said, “That him?”

Your eyes followed his pointing finger to a man across the street who was walking along the sidewalk, trying to put one foot in front of the other as if he were on a tightrope, stumbling into traffic as cars flew by honking.

“Oh, shit,” you said under your breath. You got to the edge of the sidewalk and looked both ways.

“What are you doing?” Sebastian asked. “You aren’t going to run out in traffic--” But you did. As soon as you saw a clearing, you ran through the cars, weaving around them, and nearly getting hit once yourself, all the while Seb shouting your name.

The moment you reached him, his ankle twisted as he tried to balance on the edge of the sidewalk, his arms flailing as his body toppled toward the oncoming cars. Without thinking, you grabbed his jacket and yanked, sending him flying onto the pavement of the wide sidewalk, with you landing half on top of him. His shoulder and back took the brunt of the fall.

“Ugh, I’m gonna feel that in the morning, huh?” he asked with a laugh. You got up and tried to lift him up.

“Come on, Hayden, get up,” you pleaded as you pulled on his arm, but he was dead weight like a sack of potatoes. “Ugh,” you groaned as he fell back into a pile on the ground. Just then, Sebastian reached you, jogging up to you two.

“God damn it, Y/N, you scared the fuck out of me,” he growled.  “Are you okay?”

You slightly dismissed him. “I’m fine. I’m fine.”

“Alright, come on, princess,” Seb said as he reached down to pick Hayden up easily, propping him up with one arm over his shoulder.

“I’m fine!” Hayden suddenly burst out, trying to get away from the two of you, pushing Sebastian away. Sebastian gave you an annoyed face and you offered an apologetic expression and shrug.

“Hay...please...let us take you home,” you begged as he started to stumble around, bottle still in hand.

“I need bed,” he slurred.

You rolled your eyes. “Yes, and we’ll take you to bed,” you said. “Come on,” you tried again, taking his arm and putting it over your shoulders and guiding him as Seb followed suit. Now, he was leaning on both of you, failing to properly pick up his feet.

You hailed a taxi and got in, Sebastian pushing the drunkard in beside you, then him on the outside. You gave them the hotel he was staying at and you two were off as Hayden struggled to keep his eyes open. His head rolled to Sebastian’s shoulder and he groaned.

“Get off me, man,” Seb mumbled, pushing him off of him so that his head now rolled to your shoulder.

“Thanks, now I’ll have drool on me,” you said with a laugh. One of your quirks was that in the most tense moments in life, you would always laugh. Like when things are dire, intense, sad, upsetting...The most odd thing will make you giggle or chuckle, when everyone else in the room is stone cold silent. You never understood that. Just like now, Hayden being drunk off his ass was hilarious, save for the fact that it was probably due to heartbreak and that he almost got killed but it was still funny.

Sebastian gave you a bitch face. To which you gave your own.

“Oh, lighten up. You have to admit this is funny,” you offered.

“No, nothing is funny about chasing your ex all over New York because he’s got some issues. We were in the middle of a fight about him taking your time away from me and look where the hell we’re at,” he barked in a harsh whisper as he leaned over the body between you.

“Sebastian,” you tried, ready to make amends and apologize, but to also talk so he saw it your way.

“Save it. I’m not discussing this over your unconscious love affair…” he snapped, turning to face the window, his hand resting on his mouth, his elbow on the edge of the window sill.

This wasn’t good. Sebastian and you arguing, fighting, bickering, was one thing. When Sebastian shut down was when he was beyond irate. When he shut down, it meant he wasn’t in the mood to hear your side or salvage anything.

The three of you pulled up in front of the hotel. You got out, then Seb got out and hauled the drunk Hayden with him. You rounded over and started to walk him inside the hotel but he was starting to become dead weight again. You stepped out in front of the two of them while Seb continued to keep him upright. Hayden was going in and out of consciousness, but finally you slapped his face a little bit, tiny, small, repetitive slaps until he woke up fully.

“Wake up,” you snapped.

He jolted awake and stared at you. “Hey, Y/N, when did you get here?” he asked with a goofy ass grin.

“Stay awake for me for like two more minutes, okay?”

He yawned, the mixture of tobacco and alcohol strong on his breath. “Yeah, kay, anything for you.”

The three of you stumbled your way into the elevator, where Hayden was propped into the corner. At one point he jolted awake as if he had a nightmare.

“Woah. Where am I? Sebastian?” he slurred as his eyes landed on him. “What the hell are you doing in my room?” he demanded in a drunken question, more question than malice in his voice.

“Jesus. You picked a real winner, Y/N,” Sebastian mumbled.

“Lay off,” you ordered in a low tone.

“Yeah, man, lay off, it’s not her fault you’re a dick,” Hayden said in a slurred, grumbling voice from behind the two of you as he stumbled all around.

Finally, the elevator doors opened and you drug him to the hotel room. As soon as you got there, you realized you needed the room key. Hesitating for half a second, you went to reach for his pockets and fish around for a key card.

“Hey!” Seb said, giving you a “what the fuck” look.

You frowned. “Do you wanna shove your hand in his pockets?” you offered, sarcastically, knowing damned well Seb wouldn’t want to fondle around on Hayden. With a final look from your eyes, you went back to the task, dipping your hand inside his warm jean pocket, both the front, then finally you found the key on the back, swiped it in the door, and opened.

You two led him to the closest bed and your intention was to gently place him. Seb just let him go and collapse face first onto the comforter.

“Sebastian,” you sighed, a touch of annoyance in your tone. Seb just shrugged and started to walk around his hotel room, looking for what you weren’t sure, but he was taking in the scene nonchalantly, as if strolling around a girlfriend’s bedroom for the first time. You worked on getting Hayden’s shoes off and socks. He wasn’t moving, and if you didn’t know he was just passed out from being drunk, you would’ve been alarmed.

“I’m going to go make one of those coffee cup things,” you informed as you slipped into the bathroom, turned on the little in-house coffee maker, filled it with the water and grounds, and set it to work. You could’ve gone back out since it would take a few minutes to brew, but you honestly didn’t want to face another look from Sebastian, so you quietly stayed inside.

When it was done, you poured a cup and came back into the room, setting the cup on the nightstand before sitting beside Hayden’s sleeping form. You tried to gently pat him awake. “Hey, hey, sweetie?” you softly said. Part of you was still aware Sebastian was in the room, and maybe you shouldn’t call your ex endearing names, but right now your number one priority was to make sure he didn’t get a hangover, and that he felt okay. So the nurturing side of you kicked in and Seb would just have to deal with you being extra sweet.

“Hay...Wake up, dude,” you encouraged, shaking him a little harder till he finally stirred.

“Wha--Where--?” and he fell back asleep.

“Help me get him up,” you requested to Seb.

Seb rolled his eyes, but walked over to the bed anyway and helped roll him on his back, then pulled him up towards the pillows, where you sat back down, smacking Hayden.

“Get up,” you ordered, firm but gentle.

Finally, he half-assed woke up.

“Drink this,” you commanded, handing him coffee. He took a few sips. “Now, keep drinking that. I’m gonna get you water and crackers.” You got up, grabbed your wallet, and went to go downstairs to grab some snacks and bottled water. Seb was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, staring Hayden down who barely had his eyes open.

“Don’t kill each other while I’m gone,” you pleaded in an exhausted tone. “I’ll be right back.”

You disappeared out the door and it left the two men alone. Sebastian couldn’t stand Hayden, he had told you to invite him along for your sake, but truth was, they felt the same way about each other.

“I’m sorry,” Hayden muttered, still slurring his words.

“What?” Sebastian snapped as if he’d only been paying half attention to anything.

“I’m sorry...For the party...What I said...That was dickish...And I’m sorly,” he said, his words failing to be properly enunciated. “I just miss her, that’s all….I miss em all…” he quietly said, still slunk down on the bed, his coffee barely in his hand. Sebastian noticed it tipping and ran over to take the cup so the hot contents didn’t spill onto Hayden’s pants.

He placed the cup on the nightstand and sat on the opposite bed as Hayden seemed to slip back into sleep.

“No hard feelings, man,” he whispered, praying that he couldn’t hear his response.

“You love her?” Hayden asked with a sleepy voice, his eyes still closed.

“Yeah,” he answered softly.

“Me too,” he agreed. “Z’too bad...Huh? Us loving her….S’hard on her…” he slurred, still with his eyes closed.

Sebastian gave a half smile and nodded, even though the drunken companion couldn’t see it.

Neither of them said anything more until you got back in the room.

“I got water, peanuts, advil, and peanut butter crackers,” you announced before tossing it all on the nightstand.

You worked more with Hayden, trying to wake him up, feed him, get him to drink at least half the water bottle. The entire time, Sebastian couldn’t help the jealous and hurt that cocooned around him. You were so gentle and patient and slow with him. Never getting frustrated at him that he wasn’t staying awake or drinking properly. If it was him, you’d probably just toss him on the bed and leave to go write. But you were different around Hayden...And he didn’t like that. He wanted to be the one to bring out your best qualities. Instead, you were gingerly patting up water that had spilled on his chest, lightly carding fingers into his hair to make sure he felt okay, making sure he stayed awake to get food in him.

The scene was enough to rip Sebastian’s heart out. It wasn’t like you’d never been that way with him, you had looked after him when he was sick too, but it seemed like you were burdened with it, as if it were a chore. You seemed to enjoy to be around Hayden though, taking care of him, and that’s what hurt.

Finally, you were done trying to take care of him, and he slumped over onto the bed and you let him sleep. You got up, grabbed your purse, left the advil out with the water on the night stand, and gestured with your head for Sebastian to follow you.

“Maybe we should stay with him?” you offered, worried for him.

“For what?” he responded, confused and incredulous.

“Well he’s...drunk...and alone?”

“He’s an adult, Y/N,” Sebastian snapped in a tired and irritated tone. “He’s just drunk. He’s not a baby in a hot car.”

“You don’t think he’ll hurt himself?” you asked.

“No. I think he’ll be asleep for hours and when he wakes up he won’t want to move. Speaking of sleep, it’s been a long night, can we just go home?”

“Yeah,” you lightly said. You turned out the lights in his room, made sure his key cards were on the nightstand, and the two of you left.

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