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wastelandcrown · 4 years

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logan lark’s adventures in trying to appease his parents

CHAPTER 6: don’t lose ur head (the terrifying tales of the grimm monarchy)

Summary: Logan Lark is a fairly average high school student. By all means, he should be impressing his parents on all grounds. Except...he doesn’t exactly have a social life. So after his parents give him puppy dog eyes, he decides to join the local theatre's youth production. Good grief...His life is about to get weird isn’t it?

Warnings: Potential ooc behavior, Roman is a teenager who makes bad choices EXTREME edition, Remus being Remus, Intrusive Thoughts, Minor Bad Parenting, so much swearing it’s insane (If I miss something please tell me!)

Notes: This fic is based off an idea from @under-the-blue-moonlight. If you wanna be tagged in chapters, please ask!! I love this freaking chapter SO much but I’m really scared of how it’s going to be received. All feedback is extremely welcome!!

Pairings: Intrulogical, Eventual Rociet, One-Sided Logicality, Platonic DRLAMP

Tagslist: @under-the-blue-moonlight @why-should-i-tell-youu2 @im-actually-ok @hauntedturkeycalzonedreamer @croftersjam15 @rainbowsixth @snaketho @wasinotwantedatthisexactsecond @a-soul-among-the-stars @sweet-razz-tea @the-cactus-lord

Over the course of the next month Logan learns that despite their reputations, Roman and Remus are the opposite of what everyone thinks of them.

Logan is the smartest person he knows, there is no way in hell he’d ever miss Roman’s multiple attempts to sabotage his role as Hamilton. Smart, and yet so oblivious. Each time Roman had tried to mess with Logan after he began cultivating a friendship with Remus he was miraculously saved from the torment at the last second. Remus is a hundred percent certain that Logan has no idea that he’s fighting off his brother at each and every turn. He’s not certain of much, so it’s saying a lot. There is a beautiful dichotomy in Logan’s logs of the events and the stories Remus tells about his brother’s scourge against his brand new ‘enemy’. On a page labeled ‘Roman Incidents’ in Logan’s succinct handwriting documents every incident through the month when Roman attempted to sabotage him.

July 20th - Roman tripped near my things in the drama room while holding coffee. When I went to check on my things, someone had removed the contents of my bag and filled it with around six pounds of glitter. If this happens again, throw the bag away. Glitter makes anything unsalvageable. You will keep finding it everywhere.

Remus knew Roman had been planning something. Of course he did. Though they didn’t share a room anymore, sneaking into it had never been exceptionally hard. Neither had eavesdropping, when it counted. It counted now more than ever because Remus had become unreasonably attached to Logan and when he heard Roman talking to himself and mentioning the name of his favourite little nerd badly he knew it was now or never. It took two excruciating hours of sitting still and listening to get the juicy stuff. He almost got caught by their mother twice. She’d only been home for three days and she’d checked on Roman twice in one night. If Remus told her about the amount of effort he was putting into something she might keel over dead from shock.

What a funny sight that would be to him. His mother, dead from the shock of his hard work to do something good, thumping onto the floor. He laughs a little, quiet enough to keep Roman from hearing. His brain supplies the rational next step of Roman running out of his room and distraughtly cradling their mother’s head in his lap. Roman sobbing. Roman blaming him. Roman screaming about how it was his fault. And it would be, if she died like that. Remus doesn’t think it’s all that funny anymore, but once the train of thought starts it can’t be stopped. He decides that eavesdropping isn’t fun anymore and makes his way to the kitchen, trying to shake the idea of his brother cursing him out for killing their mother out of his mind.

It doesn’t really work, but he tries anyway. The kitchen is full of distractions, good and bad. The knives in the block look so enticing to his self-proclaimed ‘shitty-dick-wad brain’, but the cookies he nabs from the cupboard are so easy to shove into his mouth that he figures it evens out. He sits at the kitchen island and doesn’t even bother to turn on the light. It takes six cookies in his mouth at once before he can direct his thoughts somewhere else momentarily. How in the hell is he going to combat Roman’s plan? He spits all the cookies onto the counter as his brother walks in, flicks on the light, and sighs deeply.

“You could at least do that onto a plate.”

Remus just shrugs, so Roman speaks again, “How’s your evening been?”

“Before like...five minutes ago I was really liking it.” Which was true, Roman slides into the seat next to him and picks a cookie from the box.

“What changed?”

“Shitty brain,” He replies, “Y’know how it gets.”

“I do indeed. Do you need anything?” His voice is surprisingly soft with him, to the point where Remus has to give him a confused look before deciding what to say next. He figures out how to fuck with Roman’s plan in that moment.

“I wanna go to Party City and terrorize the night staff.”

Roman only chuckles, Remus watches his twin put away the cookies and grab his car keys from the bowl on the counter.

“Come on then, we can buy some of those plastic babies you like so much.”

As Remus is falling asleep later that night, his chest feels warm. He attributes it to the upcoming scheme-ruining scheming. It’s easier than admitting that that was the first time Roman had willingly hung out with him alone since elementary school. He knows the next morning that Roman is most likely buttering up because he suspects Remus knows. Which is...fair. Even if it hurts a little. They get coffee on the way to the theatre and separate. They both have important things to do. The best part about their somewhat rocky-relationship is that they always know where the other is in order to avoid each other. Remus knows that Roman has gone to see Janus and probably make heart eyes and pine over him like a dumbass. Roman knows that Remus is off drooling over his arch nemesis. Today it is more imperative than ever. During practice Remus manages to steal Logan’s backpack while he’s busy.

He swaps the contents out with the six pounds of glitter he bought the night before and shoves Logan’s things into his bag for safe keeping. Nobody would dare look into Remus’ bag for fear of gore or weird pornography, even if he only has one in his bag at the moment. He’s shoving a small notebook in when he catches a title. “Hamilton Performance Experiment”. It takes literally all of his self-control not to immediately snoop. He makes it through, eventually meeting up with Logan and even carrying his bag to ‘be nice’ so Logan doesn’t pick up on the bag glitter. When Roman walks by with his coffee and “trips”, spilling his coffee all over Logan’s bag, Remus smiles.

“Oh! Logan I’m so sorry! What a terrible accident!” Roman cries, ever the actor.

Logan looks downright frantic as he lunges for his bag and rips it open. Glitter goes everywhere. Logan’s hair, Roman’s shoes, the entire dressing room floor. The look of distress fades from Logan’s face momentarily, returning full force when he realizes his things are missing.

Remus pulls them out of his bag in secret, walking to the corner of the room, walking back and exclaiming, “What a good prank Roman! You must be taking some tricks from my book!”

When he hands the things back to Logan, Logan smiles. He decides not to ask about the notebook.

July 27th - One of the props from the prop room was moved in with my things. I suspect Roman because of the look on his face when Remus took the fall for me.

Just because he didn’t ask about the notebook does not mean it left his memory. By the time he gets in the car alone with his brother he realizes that Roman is pissed off at him.

“Couldn’t you have left it alone? How did you even find out!?”

“I have my ways. Now shut up about it before I tell mom about that time in 8th grade-”

“Okay! Okay! I’m shutting up!”

And he did. However that included no longer voicing his plans out loud. Which meant Remus had to get creative. He was very very good at getting creative.

Dinner with their mother was much more quiet that week. Both twins brooding and not speaking with each other, their mother only prompting Roman to talk. It was too familiar in the worst possible ways. Remus despised his mother, but he knew how much his brother loved her. She was...well she was beautiful, intelligent, a very influential fashion designer, extremely supportive. Roman would go on about how perfect she was for hours. Sure, Remus could concede that their mother was beautiful, intelligent, and a very influential fashion designer, but whenever Roman talks about her he never says she’s at all a good mother. Especially not to him. He watches her laugh breathily at one of Roman’s shitty anecdotes from practice and decides he’s had enough of family dinner. He gets up and dutifully cleans his plate and places it in the dishwasher. The chef gives him a smile, and he smiles back.

“Remus, dear,” His mother begins in her shrill voice, “If you’re not going to eat with us, at least go and shower. Your smell is unbecoming.”

Then she turns back to her food like she didn’t just attempt to insult him. Jokes on her, it takes a lot more than that to hurt his feelings. He still ends up forcing himself into the shower for thirty-five minutes that night.

The rest of the week he’s more tired than usual, which the others notice. He makes an effort to not be, he really does. When his mom is in town, everything just sucks. He hangs out with Janus three times and Virgil once to get out of the house and away from his family. The other nights he spends sitting outside the convenience store with a monster or two. He ends up calling Logan one of those nights out of need for company. Logan chuckles when Remus makes up a silly reason for calling that he can’t even remember now, but he can remember Logan’s laugh. He listens to Logan talk about the book series he’s been reading and he feels a little lighter. He never ends up finding out what Roman has planned, but it’s so easy when it’s happening right in front of him. Despite his lethargy lately, he feels a fire lit in him when the missing prop is found with Logan’s bag.

Virgil and Janus are the only two teenagers with keys to the prop room. If Logan stole the missing prop, he would have had to steal the key. No one but the twins even knew Janus had a key, and Virgil was dead set on not letting a soul into the prop room. The idea that Logan, precious little innocent fucking lamb Logan, committed theft not once but twice enrages Remus. When they find it with his things, Logan is utterly baffled. Then he realizes the implications and his face pales. Roman calls for Thomas, spouting off about how Logan stole the prop and he should face consequences, when Remus laughs as loudly as he can.

“Hah! You guys are so funny! You think specs could ever!? Guess my prank worked out pretty damn good if you actually think Mr.Goody-Two-Shoes could commit such a heinous fucking crime!”

Thomas sighs, tells Remus to just ask next time, and leaves. Roman stares at his brother for a solid minute with his mouth slightly ajar. Janus and Virgil are both looking at him like he’s insane because it’s so obvious to them that Roman did it. Patton is looking not at him, but at Logan, with so much concern. And Logan...Logan stares up at Remus with the look of a small and confused animal.

“Did you really do that?”

“Of course I did! I’m the resident rat bastard, I have to cause a little recreational chaos.”

He’s pretty sure Logan believes him until they’re leaving for the day and Logan whispers a ‘Thank you’ to him as he walks by. He would have melted into the floor if Janus hadn’t put a hand on his shoulder and pulled him down to whisper to him.

“Why the hell did you let Roman get away with that?” Virgil is on his other side now with a scowl.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about JJ! I committed a very heinous crime!”

“Then why did Roman ask to borrow Janus’ key earlier?” Virgil asks, and Remus drops his smile to replace it with an annoyed look.

“He just fucking asked for it!? I can’t even believe I’m related to that half-witted twit.”

“Yeah,” Virgil scoffs, “Not really the sharpest sword in the armoury, is he?”

“Please, we’ve known that for years. What I’d like to know is what are we going to do about it?” This quieted Remus, but made Virgil smirk a little.

Janus continued, “After the backpack incident, and now the stealing incident, I’m half-convinced we have a brand new chaos demon in the group.”

“At least Remus’ chaos is fun sometimes,” Virgil mutters, “Roman’s just an ass.”

Remus gets away with being quiet as they talk until they get into Janus’ beat up old van. He doesn’t call shotgun, doesn’t slap the car's ‘ass’ as a joke, he just climbs into the back and sits there. He’s so quiet that Janus and Virgil are a little shell shocked.

“Remus?” Virgil asks quietly and pensively, it sounds just like that soft tone Roman used with him last week.

He’s quiet, Janus starts the car and clicks his tongue, “I’m going to shove Roman down a flight of stairs.”

“Don’t.” He manages, and the boys in the front seats go quiet. Virgil passes him the aux cord.

He plays “Call Them Brothers” by Regina Spektor and Janus and Virgil know that tonight will be a very quiet outing.

They’re sitting at IHOP drawing dicks on their pancakes in syrup when Remus’ phone rings. Janus and Virgil know who’s calling the second Remus sees the caller ID and smiles.

“Evening Logie-Bear, why do I get the pleasure of hearing your devilishly sexy voice in this IHOP tonight?” Remus says and Janus groans loudly.

“You’re at IHOP?” Is the first thing Logan says, which makes Remus smile even brighter.

“Yes, sir! I’m with Virge and Janny too, you wanna say hi?”

Logan sounds a bit contemplative when he mutters, “I was hoping you’d be alone...”

Eavesdropping Janus and Virgil make surprised faces, Remus smacks Janus in the arm, “Oh you were, were you? Why? Phone sex?”

“I wanted to ask for an opinion on a predicament.” Virgil smirks and Janus nabs his phone to speak for Remus.

“Remus would love to-Remus let me talk-You should come have some pancakes with us-Ow, watch the face!-and tell us all about how your science is going.” Janus can hear Logan hiding his laughter through the phone as Remus wrestles with him in the booth.

“It’s more of a philosophical predicament.”

Janus nearly sees red, eyes widening and making Remus cackle,“Why in the world would you ask Remus Grimm about phi-”

It’s silent for a few moments then Logan hears a familiar voice. “It’s Virgil, we’re at the IHOP on 81st and Green.”

Logan laughs brightly, “I’ll be there. Order something for me.”

They spend the evening with breakfast for dinner, and the four get into a fairly heated friendly debate about moral ethics. Janus isn’t sure he’s ever had more fun in his life. When he’s driving away from Virgil to drop Remus off at home, he can’t help but smile at Remus’ improved demeanor.

“Remus,” He starts after they’re alone, “I thought you and Roman were doing better, did something happen?”

“He tried to sabotage Logan twice for entirely selfish reasons, I wouldn’t care if he dies!” Remus dramatically cries.

“You and I both know that’s not true.”

They’re quiet the rest of the ride, and Janus gets out to give Remus a hug before he goes in. Remus ignores Roman’s questions about his whereabouts and locks himself in his room to try and keep his mood up. It doesn’t work, but he tries. He does.

August 3rd - Roman gave me a “peace offering” in the form of lunch. I am led to believe he was attempting to give me food poisoning, as Remus ate the lunch and has now come down with food poisoning.

His mother leaves for her office in Paris on August 1st. Roman cries and hugs her, says he’ll miss her, goes on and on about how it’s so terrible how she’s never home. He does this every time their mother and father leave, he has since they were young. Remus couldn’t give less of a shit. His plan now was finding out what Roman’s next move was. Which was hard because they were back to avoiding each other like the plague. They’d spent a few months getting better at being brothers, then one of their parents shows up and ruins it. This time it was great, Remus would never admit it, but it was. Roman made an effort when their parents weren’t around, a few months ago he started doing things like making dinner for them both and bringing it to him, offering to do a load of laundry for him while he was doing it, being mindful of his volume when practicing his singing and acting, all these little things.

He’d even started initiating physical contact again, which Remus couldn’t get enough of. Literally. An occasional pat on the back, a grab of his hand to pull him somewhere, a light slap to his knee or arm when he said something distasteful. Giving physical affection to Remus was something that seemed to be unique to Roman. It had always been like that when they were younger, and Remus didn’t think he wanted it to stop. Any time he thinks about it he always drifts back to his head against Roman’s knee a few weeks ago when Roman had carded a hand through his hair and then a few minutes later practically tackled him to douse him in perfume The shit smelled awful, but afterwards Roman had slung an arm over his shoulder and gave him a squeeze. That and the closeness with Logan kept him buzzing for the next two days.

Now there was nothing again. It was like Roman could turn off his affection for Remus and pretend he didn’t exist. Remus tried not to be angry about it, he really did, but he couldn’t stop the fire that he felt when the other people on stage got his praises and affection. Both of them were incredibly clingy, but Roman was so much worse at hiding it and it made Remus nearly scream. He piled all of his affectionate behavior onto Logan, and Logan never really minded. He’d place his head on Logan’s shoulder, hold his hand on stage, sit pressed up against him offstage. He loved it, he did. He loved protecting Logan, talking to Logan, existing in the same space as the dork was exhilarating. He hated having to protect Logan from his brother. There was no way in hell that Remus would let anything terrible happen to Logan, but there was no way he would ever let his brother’s stupid selfish decisions fall back on him. He knows he shouldn’t give a single shit, but he does.

His tiredness fades with his mother, but he’s still exhausted because Roman keeps trying to fuck with Logan when he knows damn well Remus won’t let him. The selfish ass. This time, Roman has the gall to pull his entire scheme in front of Remus.

“Logan,” He starts, his affected air is slightly dim today and his hands are hidden, “To apologize for my unkind actions, I have brought a peace offering.”

Roman hands Logan a little bag from a restaurant Remus swears he recognizes.

“Oh, thank you.” Logan says quietly, opening the bag and pulling out a wrapped burger.

Logan takes it out and inspects it as Remus wracks his brain trying to remember where he knows the packaging. It hits him right before Logan takes a bite. This burger is from the restaurant that gave Roman food poisoning a few months ago. It looks like the same burger too. At this point, Remus is half-convinced Roman is taunting him. He’s in a bit of a panic and doesn’t think before he snatches the burger and shoves it in his mouth.

“Remus!” Both call out, the wrapper is still on the end of the burger so he pulls it out then chews and swallows the thing whole.

He coughs and sputters for almost two minutes after, then shoots Roman an awful glare.

“What just happened?” Logan asks, extremely puzzled.

Roman is gawking at Remus again, “Why did you eat that!?”

“Fuck you that’s why, you horsefucking shiteating egomaniac bastard.”

Roman walks off in a huff, Remus lays on the floor.

“Are you alright?” Logan questions, handing him a water bottle.

Maneuvering onto his side, Remus takes a sip and his throat feels miles better, “I just straight up ate a burger whole like a fucking snake, how do you think I am dipshit?”

“Hm,” He pauses to think, “Bad.”

Both boys laugh, and Logan joins Remus on the ground.

“I am beginning to believe your brother has a vendetta against me.”

“No shit, Sherlock.”

Logan pauses, looking at Remus who is still occasionally wheezing.

“Are you alright...emotionally?” Remus wheezes and laughs at the same time, sounding something similar to a goose.

“‘Thought you didn’t know much about those, poindexter.”

“I do not. However, as your friend I feel like it’s important to ask.”

Remus just sighs, closes his eyes, and blows a raspberry at the ceiling.

“Me and Roman are complicated.”

“I can tell.” Remus laughs, Logan really is something else.

It’s quiet when Remus asks, “Do you hate him?”

“No,” Logan’s response is measured and confident like he’s asked himself this question a hundred times, “I don’t hate him. I think he’s got some things to work out, and is taking out his frustration on me as of late.”

He keeps talking, Remus covers his closed eyes with his arm, “More importantly, do you hate him?”

He almost rockets to his feet when Logan says curiously, “Or, more interestingly, do you love him?”

It takes him nearly two and a half minutes sat up and sipping water, watching Logan pack his things, to muster up the will to tell the truth.

“Of course I love him. Nobody else is gonna fucking do it.”

He could barely comprehend Logan’s response to his admission so he shoved it out of his mind with all the force he could muster, then waved a goodbye to him when he parted and left Remus with his mind.

He ends up going home early because his awful decision ended up actually giving him food poisoning. He takes a sick day the next day, and spends most of the time feeling like shit physically and emotionally. His brain has kept tabs on all the shitty feelings and thoughts he’s had and is now playing out a full length shitty horror movie about his life and his dumb brother and his shitty summer crush. Then there’s that conversation with Logan. The last sentence is running through him over and over again. He keeps coming back to it, though he’s sure Logan didn’t even mean anything by it. Seventeen words and his world was sent spinning.

“Ah, I understand, it’s hard to love somebody when they don’t act like they love you back.”

Logan doesn’t even know the half of it.

August 20th - Roman asked me directly to leave the production. Though I admire the effort, all it achieved was a quite awful night, and an angry lecture(?) of sorts from Janus. I do not believe Roman will be trying this tactic ever again.

Roman tries to apologize multiple times, but something angry and petty in Remus doesn’t accept any of them. They’re both getting more and more frustrated by the minute. By the time the thirteenth of August rolls around they aren’t on speaking terms again and everyone can tell that it’s taking its toll on them both. Remus acts out more than usual against people he doesn’t usually target. He scared an ensemble girl one too many times, to the point where she ended up slapping him. He deserved it, but it still stung. Roman poured himself into his role more than ever, but it only ended up stressing him out even more than usual. When his voice so much as wavered on stage it shattered his confidence.

It affected their friends as well. Roman spent more time with Patton and Emile, avoiding Remus and Janus as much as he could possibly manage. Janus rolled his eyes but just resigned himself to the tech booth with Virgil, Remus, and Logan. The only good thing that was happening lately was Janus’ newfound attachment to Logan. The pair's insane intelligence and love of debate meant one was nearly guaranteed every other time they were in the same room. It was exhilarating to watch, and probably exhilarating to take part in. Remus didn’t much care for debates, but watching Janus and Logan go at each other with an occasional snarky comment or new suggestion from Virgil was making him grow a fondness for them. At this point there was barely anybody in the theatre who didn’t adore Logan.

The staff, the cast, the tech. Everyone adored him. He was smart, diligent, and hard-working. He asked questions, didn’t undermine others, and respected the entire cast's talent at what they did. It was magical to watch everyone in the auditorium drift under Logan’s thumb. Remus was included. They were saving Say No To This until near last because of the lack of dancing involved, but it didn’t even matter. Say No To This was not needed in Remus’ seduction plan because Logan seemed to gravitate towards him with ease. He is a damn good friend and Remus is determined to make that boy his bride.

Despite his growing lack of sleep and reliance on caffeine, Remus is skating by just fine without anything bad happening. Until his brother decides to fuck with his life again. He’s on the thin line between being shitty in secret and full-on breakdown, Roman really isn’t helping his case. Remus is lounging on the floor while Logan reads in a chair next to the makeup mirrors. He hears someone enter, but isn’t bothered enough to move.

Ever the polite, Logan greets the newcomer “Ah, Hello Roman, how are you?”

“I need to ask you something.” His brother asks, and Remus turns his head away from the noise.

“Alright, what is it?” Logan sounds so measured and calm.

There is a long pause, “What is it going to take for you to realize you should quit?”

The calmness in Logan’s voice wavers, and Remus can hear it wobble, “Excuse me?”

“You heard me! I mean, it’s obvious I've been trying to get you to leave, so what’s been keeping you!?” Roman raises his voice near instantly, that same childish selfishness burns from his tongue.

“It is none of your business.” There’s a dignified fire raging under his voice now, it’s like he’s been practicing for this.

“You’re not even a good actor! From what I can tell, you’re entirely uninteresting and way too intellectual to be here!” Roman continues, Remus feels the urge to get up but he can’t find the will to move.

“Roman, please think before you say something you regret.” Remus knows what Roman is going to say before it happens.

“No!” His brother is so typical, “You have no idea what this role means to me, why can’t you just leave!?”

That’s typical too, Remus opens his eyes and looks at the pair. Logan looks pissed off, Roman looks pissed off, and Janus is watching from the doorway.

“I try very hard to give you the benefit of the doubt in regards to your debilitating egomania, but it is beginning to appear as if your whole sense of stability and purpose is built upon some false reality where you need to be the star at every possible moment. Go to therapy about it, and leave me alone.” Logan spits this in Roman’s face, then turns back to his book.

Clenching his fists and staring at the ground, Roman looks almost defeated until he catches Remus staring and his face morphs into something so bitter he has to force himself to look away.

“No. I will not leave you alone until I get this part. None of you have any idea how much I need it.”

“Roman-” Janus speaks up daringly from his spot by the door, his tone is enough to warn him to stand down.

Roman’s eyes are squeezed shut, his fists are clenched, “I know we have the same face, but I’m not a failure like my brother.”

That sends Remus to his feet and out the door before anyone can say a word. As he passes Janus on the way out Janus tries to stop him but he pushes past him, past everyone, and out the front door of the theatre.

Janus turns on Roman in an instant, walking slowly into the room and shutting the door with purpose. Roman’s eyes are sewed shut and all the guilt he tries to push down floods him when he makes eye contact with his pissed off friend.

“Roman, we need to have a talk.”

#sanders sides #sanders sides fic #ts remus #ts logan #ts roman #ts janus #ts virgil #intrulogical #REMUS BABY IM SO SORRY-#this title could just be titled 'roman fucks up for 4k words straight' and it would fit #i genuinely loved writing this chapter and i hope it goes over well with yall #roman IS going to get kicked in the teeth with character development #the boy has been self-sabotaging himself so hard #Honestly after chapter 6 imma need to tag 'The Grimm Parents' A+ Parenting' like i'm on fucking ao3 or some shit #anyway!! theres the fic!! happy reading!!#Love you all and goodnight!!

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dorkzrul · 4 years

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When I met my Date on Another Date

Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians. (This applies for all chapters)

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Chapter 1

She had been waiting for almost an hour now. “Ma’am, are you sure you don’t want to order?”, asked the impatient waitress. “Yes i’m sure. I think i’ll wait just a little longer.”, Annabeth responded. “Suit yourself, but I really don’t think he’s coming!” How dare that waitress. She had a good mind to call the manager and report her waitress for being rude to a customer. She sighed, it was useless. And besides, she was probably right. Lately, she had seen Luke getting more and more distant and had suspected that something was up, but when she asked him he only got mad and accused her of not trusting him. That's when she definitely knew something was up because due to her past, trust had always been a rather fragile subject with her. Everyone in her family who she had trusted had left her and Luke had promised that he’d never leave her. He was the first person she’d trusted since the accident, when her mom died. The Luke she knew would never have said something like that to her. But she had never thought that it had been bad enough for him to miss their anniversary dinner! Had he forgotten?

She was just about to get up and leave when someone sat down in the seat across from her. “Sorry, i'm late. Traffic was terrible today.”, he announced loudly, gaining the attention of several people around, as well as that rude waitress. “Um, who ar-” “Just go with it”, he whispered, cutting her off, “I don't know who you’re waiting for, but whoever stood you up is a jerk”. She was about to retort that he knew absolutely nothing but kept her mouth shut. Instead, she turned to glare at him and was momentarily stunned. The man was probably around her age, with tousled, jet-black hair, beautiful sea-green eyes and tan skin. He was wearing a dark green shirt and balck trousers and looked simply heavenly. She forced herself to look away, just as he whispered, “Wanna get out of here?” She nodded, Luke definitely wasn’t coming and what was the harm in going out with a cute stranger she just met. Wait, WHAT?! What was happening to her. Firstly, she HAD a boyfriend, she couldn’t think other guys were cute! Plus, he was a complete stranger! He could be a serial killer for all she knew, she wasn’t going to go with him! “Um, sorry. I can’t”, she told him. He shrugged, “Suit yourself”, just thought you’d want to get away from all the people looking at us weird. I could drop you to your car and then you’ll be done for the night. She felt her face redden. Of course he didn’t want to go somewhere with her, he just wanted to get away. In fact, someone like him probably had a girlfriend, maybe an adorable redhead with freckles all over her face and green eyes like him. Maybe she was British and said his name in a cute little accent, she felt sick at the thought. Wait, what was she thinking? She didn’t care! She had a boyfriend of her own, one who loved her very much… though clearly not enough to remember their anniversary.

“Yeah, sure”, she quickly responded before her thoughts could get any worse. They walked outside, an awkward silence between them. “Oh um I came here by cab. I didn’t bring my car”, she quietly said, breaking the silence. “I could call a cab for you, or I could drop you off in my car if you like”, said the stranger. She had to stop calling him stranger! He had helped her out of such an awkward situation and she didn’t even know his name! “Im Annabeth, by the way. Thanks for helping me out there”, she stuck her hand out for him to shake. “Percy, and no problem”, he said, shaking her hand with a crooked grin on that face. Oh the things that smile did to her… STOP IT! She mentally chided herself. Then she realised she was still holding his hand and quickly let go, blushing. “Um, you don’t need to go to that trouble of dropping me”, she said. “Oh it's no trouble! I live on 3rd street, I could drop you along the way if you live that way” He literally just gave his address to a stranger, what was wrong with this guy, she thought. What if she had been some sort of crazy stalker? But it would be a great help if he could drop her off and she lived there too. So she found herself doing the unthinkable, giving her address to a stranger, hopping into their car and driving to her apartment where she lived. “Oh, I live along 3rd street too” “Great, i’ll drop you then”, he gave her another grin and she felt her knees weaken.

They climbed into his car, a dark blue Lamborghini Huracán. He was rich! It was approximately a twenty minute drive there. He turned onto the street and an awkward silence filled the car. “So, Annabeth, were you meeting your boyfriend at the restaurant back there today?” He was just a stranger, yet somehow she felt like she could trust him and had the urge to tell him everything. It was okay, she reasoned with herself, he was just a stranger that she would probably never see again after today and thus it didn't matter if she said anything or not. “Yes, yes i was supposed to see my boyfriend. It’s our one year anniversary.” “Oh”, he raised an eyebrow, “He missed your anniversary?” “I’m sure there’s a valid reason!” she said defensively. “Never said there wasn’t. But he shouldn’t have stood you up like that. If he couldn’t make it he should have told you.” She sighed “You’re right” He looked surprised. “Damn right I am!” They laughed loudly. That was just what she had needed after such a night! “This may come out wrong but I’m honestly kinda glad he stood you up” “What?!?!” “If he hadn’t, I would never have met you. You seem like a cool person” “Oh...thanks”, she mumbled, blushing. “Hey, wanna go out for coffee sometime?” He asked, it seemed like he was nervous. “Not like a date, just as friends.”, he quickly added. She giggled (What was wrong with her? She never giggled!), he looked cute all flustered like that. “Sure. I would love to!” He grinned, “Great! Here’s my number.” He dictated it as she put it into her phone and saved it as Percy (Restaurant Guy). “Text me”, he said, still grinning hugely. She nodded, blushing.

He dropped her off at her building with a quick wave and she noticed that he lived just two buildings down. She entered her flat, thinking of all that had just happened. Luke had stood her up, a stranger had come to save her, she’d gotten into his car and had him drop her (hence giving away her address), she’d told him all about her and Luke and she’d saved his number in his phone and had promised to text him (and she was going to make good on the promise). Yep, something had definitely come over her. As soon as she had taken off her shoes, she plopped onto the couch and called Luke. But her call went straight to voicemail. She decided that they should talk in person about this and simply left a message asking him to come over whenever he could. Then, she texted Percy.

Annabeth Chase: Hey, this is Annabeth!

He responded within a couple of minutes.

Percy Jackson: Hey :)

Annabeth Chase: So...

Percy Jackson: So… tomorrow?

Annabeth Chase: Tomorrow? What?

Percy Jackson: R coffee d8, Chase! Forgotten already? :p

Annabeth Chase: Of course not! I just didn’t think it would be this soon!

Percy Jackson: Is tom not good 4 u?

Annabeth Chase: I am free tomorrow, but…

Percy Jackson: If ur free then lets do it! If not then mayb some other time…

She was glad he wasn’t pushing to come tomorrow or to tell him why she couldn’t make it. Luke would have done that… He always got upset if she couldn’t make it and always wanted to know where she was. She didn’t mind too much because there shouldn’t be any secrets between them, but the way he said it made it seem like he didn’t trust her.

Annabeth Chase: How about the day after? I’m with Luke tomorrow.

Percy Jackson: Sure! Grt so uk that lil cafe called “Cafe Coffee”? Lets meet there tomorrow at 4? K?

Annabeth Chase: Sure!

Percy Jackson: Its a date!

She stared at her phone, wondering if she should correct him. On one hand, she was pretty sure by “date” he only meant one between friends (gosh, she barely knew him for an hour and they were friends now?!), but if she didn’t correct him it might seem, just a tiny bit, like it was a date. What if Luke saw the text? But on the other, she couldn’t ignore the slight thrill that went down her spine when she read those three words. “Its a date!”

NO! What was she thinking?! She was a taken woman! She loved Luke and would never cheat on him! They loved each other very much and would never cheat on each other! Right? She couldn’t deny the fact that it had crossed her mind recently that Luke was cheating. She had instantly dismissed the idea but now that she actually thought about it, all the signs were there. He wasn’t responding to her calls or texts, he had gotten furious when he saw her scrolling through his phone (she had only been looking for a picture she’d taken on his phone, why had he gotten so mad? Did he have something to hide?) and he stood her up on their Anniversary (without a phone call or a text message to say that he was busy or to wish her. Had he forgotten? Or did he just not care?). Was he cheating on her? He probably wasn't; she was just being paranoid now. She put her phone down and lay down on the bed, eventually falling asleep with these thoughts pushed to the back of her head.

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Hi! I’m Dorkzrul n I hope u enjoyed this fic (My first chapter fic)!!! I’d love to hear any feedback and/or constructive criticism and thank you so much for taking the time to read this!!! The next chapter will probably be out in a week. I don’t have a tag list cus I don’t think that many people will even read this but even if one person wants to be tagged, just let me know 😊

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shhh-no-ones-home · 4 years

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rules of the game (2/3) chris motionless x reader

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part 1 part 2 part 3

i couldnt just leave ya hanging right? ;)

(usually I do a different part every day but I think this story deserves to be posted in the same day so here it is, enjoy)

Song: a little less sixteen candles a little more touch met by fall out boy

tag list: @alilpunkrock @cynic-spirit @theoneandonlykymberlee @svintsandghosts @thisplace-ishaunted @joeybarber @ryansitkowskiswifey @musicsexandpizza69

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I watched Chris out of the corner of my eye as he drove me home. I kept picking at my pocket, thinking about if I really wanted to let him go through with the bracelet rules. Of course they were stupid, and putting them on you never really think about them actually breaking but here we were. It was an accident after all. I sighed heavily.

"Hey Chris?"

He tapped his hand on the steering wheel along with the song.

"Yeah?"

I looked out the window at the passing buildings.

"Could we go to the look out instead?"

When he stopped at the stop light i looked over at him.

"You wanna go to the look out?"

I cleared my throat and nodded.

"Not ready to go home yet."

I looked ahead as he kept driving.

"Okay, yeah we can go to the look out. If that's what you want."

I tapped my hand nervously on my thigh.

"Yeah."

i heard his blinker and watched as the trees came into view. the look out was way back in the woods, hidden away from the rest of the world. most of our classmates had notoriously made it the make out spot for a while but it was otherwise a nice get away. it was also supposedly haunted by teens that had been pushed off the cliff sometime in the late 80's but it was just rumors. often times chris and i had found our way to the look out to sit on the roof of his car and watch the sky or even just talk for hours on end. it had sort of become our spot after everyone else moved the make out spot to the park across town. guess they didnt like the idea of ghosts watching them get hot and heavy. his car drove wobbly as it went over the gravel entrance, making its way to the dirt trail. when the cliff came into view i let out the breath i didnt realize i was holding in. i was actually contemplating this. he parked and looked at me but i didnt look back, i just got out like i always did.

"so are we talking or chilling?"

he asked from his side of the car, watching as i climbed up onto the hood and sat in front of the window.

"not sure yet."

he laughed a little before coming to sit next to me. i inhaled deeply, the smell of the woods surrounding us filling my senses in the best way possible. the sun felt warm on my skin and i couldnt have asked for better weather. the breeze swung around us, pulling my hair off my shoulder as the trees rustled in the background.

"isnt it beautiful?"

i asked, noting the clouds rolling overhead.

"uh yeah i guess."

he said making me laugh a little bit and shake my head. i scooted over a bit and laid back against the windshield of his car, crossing my hands under my head.

"have you ever thought about kissing me?"

i asked, not moving my gaze from the clouds moving above me. one of them was in the shape of an elephant and made me smile.

"is this about the bracelet? i told you we didnt have to-"

"just answer the question chris."

i cut him off, turning my head to look at him. he was looking down at the space between us.

"yeah. yes. i have."

i nodded and looked back up at the blue sky.

"so have i."

he raised a brow.

"wait, really?"

i sat back up, scooting back up the hood a little bit.

"well yeah. ive always wondered what it would be like. like a lot of times i just shake it off cause i kind of think about what it would be like with a lot of people but for some reason youre the only person i consistently think about it."

"huh."

he said, looking ahead of us and thinking.

"like not in a weird way, of course, but like i guess youre just my best friend and i spend the most time with you so i guess you on my brain a lot."

"right."

he said nonchalantly. then he looked over at me.

"so does that mean you want the hickie?"

i shrugged.

"i dont know what i want anymore."

then he leaned towards me and kissed my cheek. my eyes were wide despite the conversation we had just had.

"i mean, id gladly oblige."

i looked over at him half smiling at me. damn i was really gonna do this huh? i pushed forward and kissed him quickly, barely a peck on the lips. he was quick to retaliate though, bringing his hand to hold my face and kissing me for real. it was soft and gentle as he moved his mouth against mine. i sighed out as he pulled away.

"is it shitty to say that was my first kiss?"

i said a bit bashfully. he smiled widely at me.

"no, not shitty. its cute."

he said endearingly. i remembered when he had told me he first kissed someone. he was so excited but it was just a peck, nothing more nothing less.

"how bout that hickie though?"

i asked, feeling the blush creep its way to my face, the cool breeze feeling better now on my heated features.

"we can work up to it."

he said with a wink, scooting his body closer to mine. i wasnt exactly sure what that meant but it made my stomach flip. i looked down as he laced our fingers together.

"lets start off slow."

he said quietly, like he would break some kind of untold rule if he spoke above a whisper. i nodded as he leaned forward and captured my lips in his again. it was slow and smooth, kissing him over and over again almost felt like the sensation of warm caramel melting as you ate it. it was much more different than i thought it would be but it was nice. we slowly made out, building up until he pushed me down against the windshield, resting his one arm above my head and continuing to kiss me. i wasnt sure if this would go further but i liked the idea that it might. i knew for a fact neither of us had been with anyone physically yet and that scared me. his movements got a little more needy as he began kissing me a little rougher, trailing his free hand across my throat. i moaned into him before he started kissing across my jaw. i tried to steady my nervous breathing as he made his was down my neck.

"chris."

i sighed out. he just hummed against my skin as he began sucking and biting it, holding me loosely in place. i could feel him getting closer to my body, not that it was necessarily possible, he was already practically laying on top of me. he moaned into me as i felt his hand start slowly moving further down. i grabbed his hand and he froze, looking up at me. i sat up immediately and swung my legs over the side of the car, breathing deeply and running my hands over my face. he placed his hand gently on my shoulder.

"im sorry y/n, i shouldve asked if you wanted more. you didnt exactly say to stop, i thought you were enjoying it. i just, im sorry."

i shook my head.

"no, its fine. i thought i did but maybe i was wrong."

i turned to look at him.

"well you at least got your hickie."

he laughed nervously, making me smile at him. i turned back around and kissed him reassuringly.

"thanks chris."

he looked down at my lips quickly before kissing me again.

"any time."

then something hit him in the back of the head, making his hat go flying. it scared the shit out of me, making me scream. he held me to him, looking around at what couldve done it but there was nothing there.

"i think the ghosts are mad."

he nodded quickly.

"i think youre right, lets go."

i nodded back before he let me go, both of us getting off the car. i picked up his hat and slid into the passenger side, buckling my seat belt as fast as i could as he turned the car on.

"okay no more making out at the look out."

i said a little shaken, reaching over and putting his hat back on him.

"yeah i think youre right. late night conversations yes, kissing absolutely not."

i laughed a little bit before leaning over and kissing his cheek.

"who knew a bunch of teens would be mad about other teens having a little fun."

he laughed at my comment, side eyeing me as he pulled back out onto the main street.

"maybe thats how they died."

he said, winking at me. my face went straight and i shivered at the thought.

"well, they do say go out with a bang."

he looked at me for a second before we both started laughing hysterically.

"whatever, if you wanna go out with a bang im sure we can arrange something."

i smiled in amusement at his comment.

"glad to know theres an offer there."

i watched him as he turned down the street to my house.

"we're officially adults now, i can offer whatever i want."

when he pulled into my driveway he just looked over at me, staring at me with a stupid grin plastered on his face.

"if youre waiting for a kiss goodbye youre not getting it."

he pouted a bit before leaning over the center consol and tickling me.

"what? no kissy wissy? not even a wittle one?"

he joked, as i squirmed, screaming and laughing as he attacked my sides with his finger tips.

"alright! alright! just one!"

i said, making him stop. we both laughed as he continued holding onto me. i leaned into him and kissed him deeply. when i pulled away i stroked his chin gently.

"goodbye nerd."

he smiled widely at me.

"goodbye loser."

he let me go and popped the door open for me. i pushed it and got out, looking back down into the car at him.

"ill catch ya on the flip side."

i pointed at him.

"and youd better be at graduation practice next week."

he crossed his heart with his finger before holding his hand up in the air.

"and miss out on making fun of the principle giving the end of year speech? unheard of."

i shook my head and moved to close the door.

"bye chris."

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shiro-0197 · 3 years

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aw shiro, my love, don't worry about it!! i only hope you're okay and safe :d please only reply when you're free, and don't feel bad about it!! >:(

my day yesterday was okay, i've just been relaxing, and studying occasionally. went out to explore a nearby town too, it's so pretty there. and much colder (since it's a highlands) of course!! Today was great too. I bought doughnuts (they're amazing?? I love doughnuts), and I had instant ramen, but it was SO spicy I nearly died. (Three bottles of water later, because someone finished all the milk in the household *cough* me *cough*) and I'm still just reeling. Sucks having such low spice tolerance HAHA. I'm listening to some old school hip-hop rn, while typing this out :D how were your two days?

here are some i'll be using to teach english :d and that would honestly be much appreciated, he's getting on my last nerve rn. (I included the first few, what do you think?)

thats such a priceless feeling i so totally agree. you're so precious 🥺🥺 i'm sure they're prouder thank you imagine. you're so dedicated!! i'm sure all that extra research you've done will definitely pay off. it's good that you know what the job is roughly like, so you'll be really prepared when you finally do start it. you know that one scene, in the 2nd season of the great pretender? when the chinese mafia boss emphasizes the importance of a translator in literally everything? (like that book award example) i may be getting the thing muddled up, but i found that so cool. like yeah, a book or speech could be absolutely beautiful, but if everyone can't enjoy it due to it being a different language, it would be such a shame. i just find translators really important. sorry, i'm really dorky haha 🥺🥺

awww but i think your personality type is wonderful. a lot of my favourite characters are intj (they're all so precious istg grrrr) yes!! i was in a tooru brainrot yesterday too 😭😭😭 (saw a bunch of couples on my walk, and I was like "if only Tooru was real grrrr") and yes?? there'd be so much to learn from each and every one of them. dedication from hinata, savage lines from tsukki, kindness from yams/yachi, how to be a dork 101 from atsumu. aaaah 😭😭i'm sorry they're all so wonderful.

No pftttt I totally feel you. I saw some people without masks today and I was like "bro wtf" and just really loudly said "I sure hope everyone starts following the rules so the cases don't increase" because I'm a lil bitch like that xD

awww okay!! I'll definitely keep that in mind. Mayo makes everything better, tbh >.< aww that's understandable! I don't have specific preferences but hearing the phrase "soggy cheese" makes me want to cry somewhere :( I don't like nuts in chocolate. I'm very passionate about that? XD ikr??

I'm surprised too, I usually never pass on murder, but I guess you're just special like that 👉👈 sir I'd get married to you as many times as you'd like 😼 oops sorry for being cheesy, but—you like cheese ;)

I won't ask why, don't worry. Since I kinda feel the same about Malaysia tbh. It's a love hate relationship, I think HAHA but yeah 😣😣 i don't look up to US at all, and it sucks because people generally do. And I'm just like ;-; why (no offense to Americans tho lol)

is that even legal omg they're so chaotic?? XD how cute tho. Angel does stuff like that all the time too, but I'd never know that when I first met her (she has the most perfect exterior, and then when you get to know her; she's the biggest dork) Schools opening on the 20th, I can't wait to see her then :] (I can, however, wait for the exams which are scheduled for the 25th ugh)

peanut butter is indeed yellow, not up for discussion hehe :) here's my favourite hues!! I love gentle, soft hues like these (pastels) , for yellow; I don't have a favourite. they're all wonderful

ahhh no that's so precious of you!! :)) I'm smiling rn.

yeah skdhskdjsk I'M JUST SO GRRR. Whenever someone goes "hey Ari can you ______" and we both respond?? The tension?? In the air?? Bro skdjskks. 😔🤚 You share a name with one of the most precious characters too tho!!;

This is Shiro from Voltron hehe. I love him so much, just like I love you (tho I'm sure we both know I love you more <3)

I share a name with a book character. His name is Aristotle Mendoza, but his crush-turned-boyfriend calls him "Ari" (which has been my nickname since I was 12). Reading it for the first time was the BEST feeling ever. It's also my favourite book, "Aristotle and Dante discover the secrets of the universe".

—Ari :D (no pfttt I love the tag so much. I have my own tag, that's like the best thing ever 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺)

Heyyy I'm so sorry for answering so late!! I know you said not to apologize but..... well hmm no excuse I just feel like apologizing, but either way thank you for your patience!!♡ This is the third time I'm rewriting this, and this time I'm doing this in my notes because fuck it😔

Im glad to hear that!! Highlands are always so pretty. Wish we had those here, but it's only steppe here:( Boring~ ooh, donuts!!! They're really good. I havent much, but I tried them like 3 times and they're so good. I really hope I will get to eat more<3 also WHAT'S THOSE NOODLES' NAME I WANNA KNOW- Are you feeling okay now, though? XD

My days were nice!!! Felt as if I had been hiding three bodies, but I've been feeling better lately. We had online school yesterday so I'm excused from the errands for the half of the day, thankfully. But your messages make me very happy. Though I dont always feel like writing a response (or I get stressed because it doenst save) so very sorry for that😔

Ohh those look so pretty!! I'd totally join to just look at them. The colors are so nice🥺 it looks like one of our olympiad prep slides, though better. I dont have the screenshots sadly😩 Either way I really love the little details like the squiggly thingies or the Ж .... they seem unnecessary but the energy changes a lot without them hehe

I really hope they will be🥺 that'd mean a lot to me. And I'm also really hopeful itll work out. I really don't wanna disappoint my family, which is literally just one person. The less people there are, the more it hurts, you know?

Yeah, that scene meant so much to me!! I dknt remember much, but I was very happy they said something like that, because I've been told being a translator wont work out for me. Now look at me, I'm about to tell them to fuck themselves<3 I was also so surprised to see Laurent know that many languages ..... I aspire to be like him😩 And honestly, I havent though so deep of that but you opened my eyes and now I'm about to float off into the next universe😭 dont apologize though, its very cute!!!♥︎♥︎

Heheh, I guess you're right.. every single anime INTJ is a silent sexy mastermind and I love them . ... YEAH every single time I see a passing couple i cry because I dont have anyone 😡💔 and sometimes when I see people doing something amusing (which includes people failing cuz I'm evil) I just imagine one of the characters doing that and I smile all the way xD Honestly, I'd sell my father on black market for a single day with one of them:( though that may sound like a really low price because his cigarette filled lungs wouldnt cost a lot... I sound like my 7th grade self again I'm so sorry

BAHQHHANEJWJD I HOPE THEY WERE EMBARRASED. I HOPE THEY FELT AWKWARD AND OTHER PEOPLE DID TOO, they deserve it. Like, learn your lesson bitch, it's been a year!

Yeah!!! I love mayo, not to the point where I would gulp it down from the package, but it does make dishes taste good. Same, soggy cheese on itself sounds like a dish served in the ninth circle of hell. You should try nuts in honey!! Like, just straight up dip them in honey. Sounds weird, and it doesnt always taste NEJFJKSKF (depends on the honey)but I think it's worth trying xD Walnuts are the best with honey I think

That was so funny ... TOO FUNNY, I LAUGHED FOR LIKE . 3MINUTES STRAIGHT and I do not laugh when I'm tired. You really are special 😭😭😭😭 cheesy ... HAHRNFJJSF

I'm so sorry for being a bully like that but it's so funny how you left a single U there . Its so mysterious, was it in purpose? Or were you lost in the excitement if messaging me?

I was one of those people, honestly 😭 but mostly because I wasnt aware of its political condition, I guess. Maybe theres more than just politics that's bad about US, but honestly, it has more opportunities than this hellfire. Though now I'm more into Norway and Japan. Really wanna travel there :(

Heheh, yeah, we never really show off to strangers at first. I dont know what exactly I mean by we, but you get my point ♡ Good luck though!! I hope it goes well for you<3

Oh they looks so pretty!! They're really wonderful. Like bubblegum and cotton candy and literally anything sweet... it's so cute !!! And I totally agree, there isnt a bad yellow.

HAHAH, honestly, that reminds me of how there were 4 people with the same name in my class, and whenever the teacher did the attendance thing, they would all stand up. Teachers usually dont say the last names, so we always gotta ask which person they mean if theres more than one person with that name, so yeah.. That happened on accident at first, but then they just did it for trolling xD

OH MY GOD HES SO PRETTY? HES SO PRECIOUS?? HUHHH??? I gotta thank Kuro for this wonderful opportunity of sharing a name with someone like .... him🥺

Oh that's so cool!! Also, he has a boyfriend ... I really need to start reading xD it's so cute though! It sounds like such a good book, I'm glad you share a name with him, hehe!!

I also share my real name with one of the characters in a kids' show, and its SO ugly, I'm in pain. Every time my friends see one of those on TV they go

Which is a pain in the ass, it's so embarrassing...........

Awh, okay!! I'm glad you love it, cuz I do too. Because it's your name.... cuz I love u. That was so lame PLEASEJWJDJSJF I HOPE YOUR DAY WAS GREAT !!! LOVE YOU

#Ari💕#💞💞💝💝💗💖💗💖💕💝💕💝💓💖💗💖💓💖💕💖💞💓💝💕💝💖💓💖💗💖💞💝💕💘💕💘💖💖💗💖💓💖💖💞💖💝💕💘💘💗💝💗💖💓💖💞💖

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gildalilli · 4 years

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Fic Preference Asks

Thanks @miraworos for tagging me!

Instructions:

Copy/paste and bold your fic preferences because why not, gotta choose one (near impossible, but go with your first gut instinct), and tag someone because, again, why not.

slow burn or love at first sight

fake dating or secret dating I think I have too much baggage around secret dating after my high school boyfriend hid our relationship for 6 months

enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers

there was only one bed or long-distance with correspondence Only one bed is funny every time. Every damn time because noone spoons by accident in real life ever and yet every time you just know it’s gonna happen and it’s gonna be glorious.

hurt/comfort or amnesia The inherent tenderness of taking care of someone you love!! I’ve read a good amnesia fic but I like things that don’t break the established relationships.

fantasy au or modern au

mutual pining or domestic bliss I’m a fluffy gal!

smut or fluff - both. not choosing sorry not sorry Honestly this is an even split, and I like my fics in the middle. I tend to read more sexy ones atm because I’m filling a void in my life lol but even the smut I read is sickeningly emotional and sweet so????

canon compliant (missing scenes) or fix-it fic Gomens has such wonderful potential for missing scenes because you have 6000 years to fill in, so many historical locations that you can go to town on. Then there is the whole question of ‘what happened in the respective times they stayed at each others houses in the series’ and ‘what happened after the church scene’

alternate universe or future fic I find myself enjoying aus a little less in general these days; not sure why. Maybe I’m just overly attached to the characters as they are and dont like people making them human, or taking them out of the story im attached to

one-shot or multi-chapter This was a hard one because i read lots on oneshots but there’s nothing like sinking your teeth into a good story

kid fic or roadtrip fic

reincarnation or character death Neither thank you.

arranged marriage or accidental marriage

high school romance or middle aged romance I teach high schoolers so it has become very, very weird for me to consume any media or stories that are teen POV, or follow anyone underage because my job relies on me having very clear emotional and professional boundaries between myself an the kids.

time travel or isolated together

neighbours or roommates neighbours leaves room for them to go on a relationship journey to BECOMING roommates

sci-fi au or magic au

bodyswap or genderbend Re gender bendeing I don’t really get into ineffable wives despite being wlw myself. I can’t fully articulate it but it makes me almost uncomfortable when they’re he/him agender characters and can present femininely as is if they choose and maintain who they are as characters, but people change them to have feminine bodies with boobs and hips to do so? I enjoy renditions where they keep their original bodies though, swapped or fem or otherwise. And maybe I’m, again, just attached to the characters that changing them too much can push me away sometimes.

angst or crackapocalyptic or mundane No unnecessary angst for me ty. Give me day to day life or silly crackfics any day.

tagging @caged-mermaid @moveslikebucky @commodorecliche because theyre the last people i have messaged on here lol. No obligations.to follow through

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closetspngirl · 5 years

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Love Heals the Soul (Part 31) - Birthday Cake

Summary: Jensen’s Birthday...amongst other things

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Word Count: 1760

Warnings: All the fluff, implied smut, and then a little minor swearing, and some angsty bits sprinkled in, talk of an accident

A/N: Couldn’t help myself with this chapter gif. lol Feedback is always welcome! Italicized are lyrics, POV thoughts or text conversations; you can tell by the context

You had taken Jensen’s suggestion of going to see a therapist with the hopes that it might curb the nightmares, having been going once or twice a week for the last couple of months. It was helping, you hadn’t had any of the really bad ones for a while, leaving you with the minor ones to deal with.

You couldn’t get in to see the doctor for your hand until the middle of March, having already called twice to try and move up your appointment. You were still scared as hell at the thought of dealing with it; managing to put all of that aside though when it came to Jensen’s birthday.

There was no way you could make him a cake or anything at the apartment and keep it a secret for his birthday. You were still spending a couple of days a week at the café, making sure things were running ok, orders were getting placed and inventory was getting done. You weren’t the owner, and technically didn’t have to do all of that, but you liked helping out, feeling like you had a purpose. Because if you were being honest with yourself, you were feeling like you didn’t know how much longer you’d be able to help.

It was a smaller cake, nothing crazy, able to feed a few dozen people. You had talked to Bob one of the days that you had visited the set, asking if they were going to be ordering in cakes for the cast and crew. He told you they were, so you the two of you decided to hold off for a couple days and surprise him.

At the café the next day you were trying to decide what flavor to do for him. He is a fan of chocolate, that’s always a classic, why not? After a few minutes deciding on chocolate cake with a dark chocolate mousse filling covered in chocolate ganache. I mean if we’re going to do chocolate, might as well go all out right? Make the last one special?

A couple days later, the day before you were to take it to set, you had decorated it with chocolate garnishes and writing. It really was one of your favorite cakes that you had done, despite how your arms were feeling. Anything for him. You couldn’t wait to get on set and give this to him, especially with what you had planned out.

Jensen’s POV

My birthday was three days ago, and nothing had happened, save for a few well wishes from a couple people. Not that I ever asked for any of the crew to do anything, but they always do something special for birthdays, so it was a little weird when nothing came up. Especially after doing this for thirteen years. I put it to the back of my mind since Misha, Jared and I were getting ready to film another scene in the bunker.

We took our marks, starting in the kitchen, and set up for the scene. Bob had given us some loose instruction on being able to adlib a few lines, just to see where it went. He knew how the three of us worked, and knew that we would get the take we wanted; even if it took a couple tries.

Dean: Any idea on what we’re dealing with? grabs beer from fridge

Sam: Not a clue. I’m sure the archives would have something. shrugs There could even be something in the library?

Dean: Don’t you have the library catalogue memorized by now?

Sam: classic Sam bitch face look to Dean

Cas: He’s not wrong, Dean. It’s worth a shot. Then if we can’t find anything, we can go down to the archives.

Dean: sighs Fine.

Walks to library

Dean: Where do…what the hell? Realizes adlib Why is it pitch black in here?

Sam: …Maybe we forgot to pay the electric bill?

Cas: You don’t pay for electricity…

Sam: clasps hand on Cas’s shoulder Never mind buddy.

Dean: Are there even light switches in this room? I’ve honestly never noticed…

Suddenly the lights turn on and Y/N is sitting on the table, legs crossed with a cake sitting next to her.

“Happy Birthday, Jensen!”

I couldn’t even begin to tell anyone how happy I was at the surprise, I was just happy to have her in my arms, walking quickly to her and sweeping her up in a hug. “Wow! How did you manage this?” She just laughed. God that laugh, I’ll never get enough of it.

“Bob helped me out with this one. Hope you don’t mind it’s a couple days late.”

I pulled her into another hug, “Not at all. Thank you so much baby. This is great, I love it.”

Bob had since called cut, while other crew-members were bringing out a table with a couple other sheet cakes on it along with some plates and forks.

After a round of Happy Birthday was sung, I blew out the candles on the cake they had brought out for everyone. I couldn’t wait though to cut into the cake that Y/N had made, I loved everything that she baked. Everyone on set, which was a lot of people, got a piece of either cake, and everyone who had a bite of Y/N’s cake was commenting on how amazing it was, saying that they’d have to call her for when they needed one. She thanked everyone who talked to her, but I could tell something was bothering her, but I didn’t bring it up; it could wait until later. I wanted the both of us to enjoy this time.

Bob was nice enough to give us all an hour or so to eat cake and talk. When it was time to go, I pulled Y/N aside in one of the coves of bookshelves to say bye to her.

“Thanks again for this. That was really sweet of you, in every sense of the word.” I couldn’t help to laugh at the pun I let slip.

“Anytime baby,” she said with a smile.

“I’m not sure what time I’ll be home tonight, but I’m out early tomorrow, so we can go out for that birthday dinner I’ve kept postponing,” I told her, giving her a kiss on her forehead. “Perfect, I’ll make a reservation when I get home later.”

I took her hands in mine, running my thumbs over her wrists unsure of how my next question would go over, but I had to ask to quiet the voice in my head. “I hope that cake wasn’t too much trouble for you, you know you didn’t have to do all that for me. You surprising me would have been more than enough.” I knew she got the meaning under what I was asking, I also noticed she hesitated before answering me.

She looked up and smiled, “No trouble at all.” I’ll have to bookmark that topic for a later date as well. Her demeanor seemed to change in the next second, as if trying to forget the last ten seconds of the conversation.

“See you later birthday boy, you’ve got one more surprise waiting at home,” she told me as she walked away with a wink.

Well how the hell am I supposed to finish shooting today with that going through my head?

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Despite the fact that we finished late last night, I had to be on set by seven this morning. I always hated days like these, especially since Y/N wasn’t at the café as much anymore to make my morning coffee. Because of that, I made it a point to have a few minutes with her before leaving, even on the early mornings when she despised waking up before the crack of dawn with me. It gave us a chance to talk though and just be together, as if living and sleeping together wasn’t enough, it’s still something we both enjoyed.

I ran my finger up and down her nose, waking her gently. For some reason I loved waking her like this, I had no idea why, maybe it was because it was cute to watch her come to and flutter those beautiful eyes open at me. This morning though she whined at me, knowing it was too early for any sane human to be awake. “Why,” she asked, drawing out the word like a five year old. “Are you whining Y/L/N?”I asked her, using her own line on her. Even that glare is freaking adorable.

I knew she wasn’t seriously upset with me; she enjoyed this just as much as I did. After stretching and sitting up with me, we talked about what we had planned for our days. Mine was mostly what scenes we were going to be shooting, while she had mentioned that she needed to run a few errands and do a couple chores.

“Well I’ll be done around three, home by four, then it’s our night. Dinner…drinks…maybe another present to unwrap…” That got her giggling. “We’ll see Ackles, as long as you’re good,” she teased. “Oh you know I’m good.” Two can play that game.

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Briana and Kim were back on set today, we only had a few scenes to shoot, a couple things down by the boat yard. We were in the middle of a scene, all of us coming back from the Bad Place, when Bob yelled cut.

“Uh, is everything ok? I thought that was a good take, do we need-“

“Jensen, come here please.” Well shit. I heard Briana answering her phone and a commotion going on behind me as I walked over to Bob.

“Jense, we just got a call because they couldn’t reach you, Y/N-“ Briana was over, cutting of Bob, barely getting out the words that she had to go, looking frantically at me.

“Guys, what the hell is going on?” I demanded.

“Jensen, Y/N is in the hospital, she was in a car accident…” Briana told me.

I felt a hand on my shoulder, not needing to see who it was to know it was Jared, or to know exactly what he was trying to do; help me stay grounded and in the present and not lose myself.

“I need to go. Dammit...Bob, I’m sorry, I need to go. Can you finish without Bri and I? I’ll text and keep you guys updated,” already jogging away before waiting for an answer.

“Go, we’ll figure it out,” he told me.

Bless that man. Some days I wondered why he was so good to me.

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#love heals the soul #jensen x reader #spn

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oakmd · 7 years

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professor oak’s rp plotting cheat-sheet!

Want new-and-exciting plots for your character? Long to reach out to more of your followers, but don’t know where to start? Fear not! Fill out this form and give your RP partners both present and future all the of juicy jumping off points they need to help you get your characters acquainted.

Be sure to tag the players whose characters YOU want more cues to interact with, and repost, don’t reblog! Feel free to add or remove sections as you see fit. Template here.

Mod name: :v OOC Contact: Tumblr IM; but if we’re mutuals I’ll give you my discord! I have Skype too, but I don’t really use it much.

WHO IS HE:

Professor Oak is a renowned Pokémon Professor most notably known for his invention of the Pokédex, his Welcome To The World of Pokémon! lecture / documentary and his extensive research surrounding the relationships between pokémon and people. He’s a very recognizable icon in the pokéworld; it would be impossible not to know who he is.

Alternatively, while he’s mostly known for being a scientist, he has wide recognition for his Pokémon poetry. He also does regular recordings with DJ Mary at Goldenrod Radio Tower.

The Professor resides in Pallet Town, Kanto, in one of the world’s most impressive laboratory reserve - stretching across acres upon acres of land, built entirely to replicate all types of pokémon’s natural habitats and terrains.

As a former pokémon trainer ( as well as Kanto Champion ), he has one grandson, Gary Oak, who is also former pokémon trainer, but is now currently on the path to becoming a Scientist himself, specializing in fossil revival.

Points of interest:

My portrayal of Professor Oak is mostly anime-based. This means I do not consider game function as canon or as character trait (ex. Professor Oak forgetting his grandson’s name. I have heard this joke enough to last me a lifetime, please Don’t™.) However, I include some elements of the manga/game, I guess, but usually only to fill in the many gaps untouched in the anime. With that being said, Green / Blue / Red and even Daisy do not exist. I have exceptions of interactions with some people, but it does not fall under my Main Canon and is more of some weird, blended AU, lol.

Professor Oak is a 50+ year old man. On top of that, a parent and a grandparent. Because of this, most of the time ( not always ) he will naturally be more intuitive and perceptive to situations than a younger muse might be. He has had many, many life experiences to draw from that he applies to current context; empathizing and offering advice comes easy. With that being said, please communicate with me if I’ve crossed a line with this; I won’t take offense!

Professor Oak has interacted with legendary Pokémon. See: Celebi, ft. Suicune. Professor Oak is not immune to... strange occurrences. He’s interacted with the legendary pokémon Celebi ( and Suicune ) when he was a young boy. However, I portray this muse as someone that has seen much more ( of the unexplainable, not necessarily legendaries ), yet appreciates them within the comfort of his own privacy.

Professor Oak has very high public status! While the man certainly lives his life as a regular person, his life is anything but. Hailing from Kanto and living peacefully in Pallet Town, Samuel’s demeanor is very humble, but his Net Worth is one of the highest, given his important influence, multi-faceted popularity and on-going relevancy among the citizens of the poké-universe. It goes without saying that he has made some of the most important contributions to the field of science and world of pokémon, but he is also sort of a pop culture “idol”. His name is attached to hundreds of awards, recognitions, lifetime achievements, entertainment achievements. Whatever there is to do, Professor Oak does it all: Scientist, Writer, Artist, Humanitarian, Pokémon Professor, TV Host, Radio Host, University Lecturer, Motivational Speaker, Activist, League Advisor, Parent. There is nothing he won’t dive into if it’s for the greater good. List of Awards: here.

What they’ve been up to recently:

*POST-CANON. Same ol’, same ol’. Professor Oak has many years left in him yet! You can still find him on his happy little hill in Pallet Town doing what he does best: giving trainers their starters, and babysitting those same 9482536 kids under his care. Including, but not limited to all the 3948357927682294 pokémon he and - everyone’s favorite personal assistant son - Tracey Sketchit share responsibility for. His life will pretty much be the same, as it has been; the perks of being old and well-adjusted. *I use ‘post canon’ loosely. My default timeline is ongoing with the show itself, but since time never seems to progress, I’ve taken it upon myself to lazily assume some years have passed since S1E1 ( hence why I say Oak is 50+ rather than actually 50 ).

MULTI-VERSE. If you are a non-pokémon muse, Professor Oak will happily accept that you’re simply not someone from his universe. As mentioned above, stranger things have happened to him. Because of his own experiences, he’s very open-minded about the possibilities the universe has up it’s sleeve. I like to think of his corral and his lab are portal spots for the unknown to materialize. Maybe a point deep in the mountain and forest terrain. Or perhaps from the forest ( between Kanto and Johto ) where Celebi dwells. This concept isn’t necessary to follow for the multi-verse, just a suggestion! TL;DR Let Professor Oak be your away-from-home grandpa, he has lots of Experience™.

Where to find them:

DEFAULT VERSE. There are a lot of places to find the ever-active Professor Oak. However, the top three most common places are: his research lab ( corral included ) in Pallet Town, Kanto, Goldenrod Radio Tower, and Celadon University. Because he is so famous, he can be anywhere, though. Whether it’s doing charity work, raising awareness, doing lectures, being a guest at internships, working with media across regions, visiting other pokémon professors, being on a much needed vacation, traveling for work. Pretty much, wherever your muse is, I can find a reason for Professor Oak to be there.

POST-COLLEGE. I don’t actually have a ‘verse’ for this but it takes place shortly after Samuel finishes grad school and takes position as Kanto’s Pokémon Professor. He’s the first one to reside in Pallet Town. The lab itself is still under renovation; he’s moved back home after being away for years at school, and still trying to mourn the loss of his fiancé. He’s a single father, struggling to balance work and parenthood, but he gets by. ( Further down this timeline, about thirteen years later, he suffers the loss of his children, and becomes the guardian of his grandson, Gary Oak. )

To find Professor Oak is the other ‘verses’ from the Offered / Desired sections, just ask.

Current plans:

Keeping busy. Professor Oak is a very goal-oriented person and although he finds relaxation necessary, he also prefers to be active. His hands are always full running the biggest pokémon lab, but he’s always throwing himself into new projects of all kinds of varieties.

Travel and meet new people. Ever the social butterfly, the Professor is always welcoming new faces to his growing list of companions. Although his reasons for traveling are no longer for becoming a Pokémon Champion, he finds that there are plenty of things he hadn’t quite noticed or appreciated before. It’s interesting to see how some things have changed, and for others, how they’ve stayed the same. It’s all for business purposes of course ( mostly ), but coming full circle provides closure for memories he’d only reminisced about for years after he graduated from college.

Supporting Gary. As his grandson begins his journey in the field of science, Professor Oak prioritizes helping him adjust and giving him the support he needs.

Otherwise, the plans depend on what your muse brings. :O

Desired interactions:

Retired Oak! Literally everything is the same except he’s wearing tropical shirts and jorts. B^) Alola cruise, anyone?

Alzheimer’s Oak! LISTEN, I KNOW.. ... .. Game-mechanic jokes aside, lmao - I have no real excuse. It just hurts so good. ;^(

Grandpa Oak. I’m sure raising Gary and Ash was nothing but and Experience™.

TRACEY. MY PURE ASSISTANT SON -

College. What goes on in college, stays in college. College timeline: here.

Celebi, Again! Starring... Professor Oak! B^) Swapped into the body of his younger self. How does he fix this? Calamity ensues.

Dr. Fuji, Who? No, Professor Oak isn’t part of Team Rocket but he did get roped into helping them create MewTwo with the desperate attempt to also bring his family back to life. Did I rip that from Dr. Fuji? Yes I did, and I don’t care, let me live -

Team Rocket? Or, alternatively, he does work for Team Rocket with this ridiculous concept that he was blackmailed into working for them post-grad because of his unremarkable intelligence and promise. While his public face is the friendly Professor Oak everyone knows and loves, his lab holds darker secrets, the darkest being that he could no loner resist their persistence in making him comply, after they staged his children’s death as an innocent car accident. : ) ... Anyway,

Persistent Press. Be annoying and invasive. Start scandals. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Unrequited. Get rejected by the notorious man himself. He will be gentle.

Agatha. How dare you,

CROSSOVERS!!!

Offered interactions:

Are you a Pokémon Trainer™ or some other kind of pokémon-specializing person ( pokémon watcher, photographer, breeder, ranger, etc. )? Ring up your Professor when Officer Jenny arrests you for something he told you not to do in the first place so he can judge you with a proper scolding. For the others, show him your talents and skills! If you’re not a Kanto Trainer, I’m sure one of the other Professors can send you his way, either to drop something off / pick something up / for general help, etc. and he’s always excited to meet his colleagues’ kiddos. Also excited to see others contribute to the world of pokémon in some way! He loves pokémon and humans interacting!

Are you a Pokémon Professor? Doctor, Nurse? Let’s gather ‘round and be stressed about Ash our reckless trainers. But also drinking and karaoke! Pokémon Discourse™. Camping retreats. Boring, obligatory conferences. Peer Review. Or maybe you just need a little advice from one of the pokéworlds more experienced Professors! Unless you’re Professor Rowan - in that case you’re BFFs that get into shenanigans nobody would ever believe.

Are you a Science Major? Limited internships available for college students.

Do you live in Pallet Town? Hi, neighbor! B^) Professor Oak ( and Tracey ) most likely talk to you in passing, should it occur. ( Please message me about pre-established relationships first. ) Common places include, the mart, post office, movie theaters, etc.

Summer Camp? Boom, Professor Oak has summer camp for the kiddos at his corral.

Are you a big idolizer of Professor Oak? Lucky for you, there’s more than one way to be a fan! You can reach him via fanmail, @’ing him on social media, finding his personal phone number from some sketchy fan forum, hogging up the radio show hotline, stalking his schedule to make each appearance panel, hovering outside around his lab, stealing candid photos, bombarding him in public with intrusive questions, shoving your notepad out for an autograph... You can even be one of those weird people who try to proclaim your love to ‘celebrities’ too old for you that you know little about. Who knows what this poor man will do?

Are you into Traditional Kanto / Johto? You may share the same passions if you’re into calligraphy, ikebana, haiku, tea ceremonies, etc.

Are you a Celadon University Student? Feel free to talk to your Intro To Pokémon ( or Pokémon Sociology 101, etc. ) Professor about anything unclear about assignments, to offer questions or concerns... or try to make excuses for not turning in homework and being late, you lazy student. :T Doubles as an Unofficial Guidance Counselor to said students even though that’s not his job - but he can’t help it, he’s a parent before he’s a Professor.

Are you a child associated with Make-A-Wish Foundation? Professor Oak offers terminally-ill children the opportunity to choose their starters, and spend time with their favorite idol. : (

Are you affiliated with the media? All press can inquire about guest speakings, giveaways, promotions, advertisement deals, interviews, volunteer work, hosting/co-hosting, etc. and Professor Oak will get back to you at his earliest convenience. This INCLUDES those working at Goldenrod Radio Tower!

Are you a business person? Politician? High-Profile Celebrity / Figure? Meet Professor Oak at a Gala! Or any other formal event. Feel free to offer business negotiations, inquire about his residence, or other sketchy things. :v

Are you affiliated with Kanto’s Pokémon League? Albeit not as recently involved as per usual, he’s an advisor, so he and your muse are at least associates, if not more.

Are you one of the developers that helped with the Pokédex? Nerds will be nerds.

Do you know Samuel from his days prior to being Professor Oak? Whether it be from childhood, training days, or college, they all matter. ( I’m aware this is highly unlikely because nobody RP’s old pokémon muses, but with that being said, I’m open to interacting with kids / grandkids of the aforementioned. )

Are you Team Rocket a villain? Have you reached your Kidnap-A-Scientist quota today?

Current open post/s:

I had very few, but I’m too lazy to look for them. Plotting is probably better. /gestures to this post

Anything else?:

Threading is not limited to this list. I’m always open to more ideas!

I’m not sure what the huge difference is between the Desired / Offered interactions -

You don’t need a pokémon verse to interact with me!

Your muse does not need to idolize Professor Oak to interact with him.

CROSSOVERS.

Tagged by: i stole this from @undinaes

Tagging: Whoever sees this!

#this is way longer than i thought it could possibly be #please read it theres something for everyone i swear!!!#do your research ▸ [ PSA. ]#through the years ▸ [ hc. ]

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minglossy · 7 years

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retry? yes/no

Rating: Teen and up Paring: yoonkook Tags: fluff and angst, angst with happy ending, break ups, missing each other, trying to get over each other, Words: 7,226 Summary: “Yoongi has never thought his apartment was a lot. Just two cramped rooms with too many things and not enough space. But now it feels empty like never before. Absence isn’t supposed to feel like a physical thing, is it? He hears doorbell and wonders why does Jungkook bother to ring when he has his own keys. Few seconds pass. Answer clicks. ” Notes: im too weak to write sad things. hah. anyway, heads up because English is not my native language. / playlist

Yoongi doesn’t like clubs too much. No matter how big they are they always feel cramped with too many people, too much noise. The music is so loud that the air in stuffy room seems to be vibrating to the rhythm of the pulsing bass. Yoongi finishes his drink, some weird blue thing Hoseok bought him, and realises he doesn’t mind that much. He slides down on a leather couch and his cheeks start to feel warm. Somehow everything around him becomes a little bit less real.

He looks around the dance floor and catches a flash of a smile, so bright it couldn’t belong to anyone else but Hoseok. He already looks too happy, even for himself. Yoongi makes a mental note to drag him out of this place before he ends up with a lifeless body instead of a friend.

When Hoseok comes back, breathless and with his bangs lifted up off his forehead, he is not alone anymore.

“Look who’s here!” Hoseok makes sure his voice is loud enough to be heard through the music. “Remember Taehyung? I mentioned him to you a few times.”

Brown hair, nice eyes, handsome face. Yeah, Yoongi recalls hearing about some Taehyung guy, Hoseok’s university friend. He nods his head as a way to say hello and it seems to be enough because Taehyung returns it with a smile. They start a conversation Yoongi isn’t exactly interested to be a part of. The only thing he hears is that someone else is going to join them soon.

Yoongi doesn’t know why his lips are the first thing he notices. He blames the alcohol making him dizzy and stupid. Or stranger’s face that's so much he doesn’t even know where to look at. In any case, lips are the first thing he focuses on, when Taehyung’s friend shows up next to their table. He sees how they move when he speaks even though words alone don’t seem to reach Yoongi. He smiles, Yoongi realizes, and it’s a nice smile despite its timidness. His voice is lower than Yoongi expected. He leans in closer to make sure Yoongi hears his name. Jungkook. A pretty name.

Jungkook, a stranger with starry eyes and bunny teeth. Jungkook with black, messy hair and pierced ears. Jungkook in too loose shirt and with cute laughter. Jungkook with his shyness gone as soon as his feet touch the dance floor. With body that moves with such a fluidity, Yoongi can’t take his eyes off him. Full of confidence, smugness and whole annoying attractiveness of it.

Yoongi takes in as much as he can. The way he breathes through parted lips with his chest heaving. Sweat on his neck glistening in red light. Hand moving to push back his hair. Heavy-lidded from alcohol but still attentive eyes. And a smile, lazy and sweet, slowly spreading across his face.

It starts out simply.

Something, an accident or fate, decides to let them meet again. Jungkook and Yoongi find common language pretty quickly. Helping Jungkook with his music project is easy. He is smart and quick to learn new things so Yoongi is not complaining. Being with Jungkook is fun and Yoongi hopes he thinks the same about him.

They circle around each other, both knowing what they want but neither of them ready to admit it. It’s a time of conversations about everything and nothing at all. Counting hours to next meeting and stolen gazes at each other faces. Pinkies brushing as they sit next to each other in library. Too fast heartbeat when one of them gets a little bit too close.

It’s too many longing looks when they say “bye” to each other. Hoping for something that neither of them has the courage to do.

Yoongi didn’t expect to ever get excited by phone buzzing in his pocket. But it’s exactly what happens everytime he gets new message.

“I swear, if you don’t ask him out, I will.” Hoseok says, looking at Yoongi. “And I will make sure to be embarrassing about it. Tell him how you smile like an idiot every time you get a text from him.”

Yoongi puts his phone back but doesn’t answer right away. He can still feel his lips curving in a smile behind his scarf. It’s not like he didn’t think of that. He did, more than he wishes to admit.

“I don’t know if he would say yes.”

He hears Hoseok’s sigh. “So you won’t even try?”

Yoongi shrugs. At least he would avoid disappointment that way. It’s not so bad, whatever they have right now. Friendship, let’s call it. It’s good. It could be enough, right? They stand in silence for a long time, before Hoseok speaks again.

“I think he wouldn’t say no.”

Jungkook didn’t say no.

After a while Yoongi doesn’t know what was the movie about or what did they order. But he remembers getting stuck on an empty bus stop, disconnected from reality by blizzard. Single street lamp giving enough light to see Jungkook’s face. Snowflake on Jungkook’s eyelashes and his pink from cold air nose.

Coldness of his hands on Yoongi’s cheeks. Lips trembling against his own.

Taste of mint.

“You didn’t say anything for a while. Is it that bad?”

Blonde hair, still damp from washing, covers Yoongi’s eyes, making them seem ever darker. In the morning sunlight it looks like it’s glowing and Jungkook can’t take his eyes off it.

“Actually, it’s the opposite.”

Yoongi’s pout disappears and a smug smile takes its place. “I had a feeling you’ll like it.”

Yoongi takes a hint when Jungkook pats an empty spot on a bed next to him. He sits down, his legs crossed, fingers still playing with the ends of his bangs. Jungkook reaches out, runs his hand through Yoongi’s hair, lifts it up off his forehead. Few stray strands find their way between his fingers and go back to their previous place.

“You really can pull off every color, can’t you?”

Corner of Yoongi’s lips rising is the only warning Jungkook gets before he’s pushed back until his back hits the bed. Yoongi twines their fingers together and leans in so close few droplets of water from his hair fall on Jungkook’s face.

“Sure I can.”

It’s funny how they could start on the most opposite sides of the room but then always end up next to each other. Pressed side to side on a small couch. It’s not the most comfortable position for watching tv. There’s not enough space and Yoongi’s legs are slowly getting numb. But familiar weight of Jungkook’s body next to him makes it his favorite one.

‘’Next.”

The TV screen changes again, from some drama to variety show. All colorful lights and smiles.

“Next.”

Yoongi skips few channels again, not even paying attention to what he’s looking at. He gets a little bit distracted with Jungkook lips pressed against his neck, soft and warm.

“You are so picky,” Yoongi says, keeping his tone not interested.

“Sure I am.” Jungkook presses a small kiss on Yoongi’s collarbone. He goes up higher, stopping to press kisses on Yoongi’s neck until his lips brush against his earlobe. “I always pick the best things.” He kisses him again, right below jawline. “That’s why I have you.”

Yoongi’s cheeks burn from embarrassment but he laughs until he feels tears in the corners of his eyes. “That was so lame, you know.”

“Yeah? Maybe.”

Jungkook moves, pressing his body against Yoongi to make him lie down. He looks at him, cute little wrinkles showing around his eyes. “Still made you smile though.”

There’s a lot from Jungkook’s personality in the way he kisses. It always starts out a little bit shy like he’s asking for permission. And when he gets it, it builds up to reveal something else. Confidence, as his hand slips under Yoongi’s shirt. Teasing, when his teeth close around Yoongi’s bottom lip. A little bit of dominance in a way his fingers curl in blonde hair and in marks he leaves on pale skin of his neck.

Sometimes Yoongi likes to remind him that he’s not the only one in control. It doesn’t take much for Jungkook to melt under Yoongi’s touch and show him something he usually keeps hidden. Softness, when he sighs as Yoongi’s hands move up the length of his spine. Embarrassment, when Yoongi’s brushes Jungkook’s hair away from his eyes. Sweetness, when he rests forehead against Yoongi’s to catch his breath and laughs.

And loving, loving, loving in the rhythm of the heart pounding in his chest.

Yoongi looks at Jungkook who seems so small curled up in a ball on the passenger seat. He hesitates for a moment before touching him and running his hand through Jungkook’s messy hair. He blinks few times before opening his eyes. Enough to know what’s happening but without waking up fully.

“Where are we?”

Yoongi shrugs. “I’m not sure. But you wanted to see the sunrise, right?”

They travelled without any particular destination, played rock-paper-scissors to choose the direction. Stopped on gas stations away from big cities with colorful neon signs, tasteless coffee and bored to death employees. Slept in a car or small motels near the road, with suspicious stains on the walls, rooms filled with musty smell and halls full of cigarettes smoke. Survived bathrooms with cranky shower controls and never enough hot water. Lay in bed tired, talking until their words became to fade from sleepiness. Fell asleep to the sound of each other’s steady breathing.

Sunrise drowns empty beach in it’s warm, golden light, leaving the sky bright blue. Jungkook stays still, hands hidden in his pockets and mouth slightly opened in a silent awe, fully awake now despite 4:45 on the clock. Only when the clouds turn less pink he turns to Yoongi with shiny eyes and smile so bright it could put the sun to shame.

Yoongi watches how his feet drown in wet sand, deeper and deeper with every wave. He listens to seagulls flying above their heads and thinks that maybe it’s not quite what Jungkook wanted for his vacation. It’s just a beach, same as many others, in some boondocks where they don’t even have a place to stay for the night.

“Sorry it’s not enough.”

“You’re here. It’s enough.”

“Hey, Jungkook,” Yoongi says, his mouth so close to Jungkook’s ear it tickles. His arms wrap tighter around Jungkook’s waist and his body presses closer against his back. “Move in with me.”

The summer night is warm but Jungkook still shivers. He covers Yoongi’s hands with his own. He feels bones of Yoongi’s wrist under his fingers and then a coldness of silver bracelet. He thought he was completely wrong choosing it as a gift but didn’t see Yoongi without it since the day he got it.

“Okay,” he says and he’s not surprised how easy it was. “But don’t expect me to clean after you.”

Yoongi lies on the couch, resting his head on Jungkook’s lap as soon as he’s inside the room. It’s a clear message of “I had a shitty day” and Jungkook doesn’t ask. He will say. Eventually.

It’s hard to get to Yoongi sometimes. He tends to keep things to himself which doesn’t really surprises Jungkook that much. He does the same. Sometimes he wonders why they both insist on keeping quiet instead of just talking.

He looks down on wrinkle between Yoongi’s eyebrows that shows every time he’s upset. He wishes he could do something, make it go away but he isn’t sure how. He doesn’t feel confident with his words and decides to rely on action instead.

He presses his fingers to it and giggles when Yoongi pouts even more. He bends down and it’s an awkward position like this but he manages to press lips on Yoongi’s forehead.

It takes some time and more kisses but wrinkle disappears.

Their lives go on and they both fall into daily routine too busy with their jobs to notice that some things start to change. They talk less. Laugh less. Do things together less.

They get past each other even if they live together. Yoongi’s asleep when Jungkook’s awake and the other way around. They try to find time for each other but it doesn’t always work.

Sometimes it feels like they don’t even see each other.

Jungkook finds out the he can’t always rely on action alone. It’s getting harder to communicate and he isn’t quite sure how to fix it. They seem to hide things from each other more and more. And neither of them wishes to be the first to talk about it.

It grows and grows until anything can be a reason to fight.

After it’s over there are arms wrapped around the other or kiss pressed to forehead. But never enough words to tell “I’m sorry.”

The distance grows so big they can’t see what they used to had.

They don’t talk. Sometimes for a day. Sometimes for a week. Just exchange information if it’s necessary. Simple, short sentences.

“I’m going out. I don’t know when I’ll be back.”

“I’ll be home late tonight.”

“Don’t wait for me.”

Sometimes Yoongi thinks he prefers to hear “fuck off” and slamming doors than being stuck in this silence.

“I’m scared of losing you” neither of them says out loud.

Jungkook disappears for few hours. Sometimes for a day. Yoongi wakes up alone and then falls asleep in empty bed that only smells like Jungkook, too tired to wait up for him.

They both know where this is going and it’s not like they don’t try to stop it. They do, but it never seems to work for longer than a week. It gets better and then everything breaks again.

They try to put their lives back together but it’s like trying to solve puzzles. With time and patience it should work out eventually. The only problem is that they both seem to have pieces from different boxes.

[01:02] we’re over right?

[01:03] yeah. i think we are

Jungkook’s phone breaks into three parts when he throws it against the wall.

It doesn’t take too long to make the apartment look like he didn’t even live there.

They don’t talk much when Jungkook shows up for the rest of his things. He comes in with simple “hi” said more towards the floor than Yoongi and makes sure to keep his eyes away from him most of the time.

Hearing Jungkook walking around their bedroom was always nice to Yoongi. There was something comforting about the sound of opening cabinets and drawers and footsteps on wooden floor. It reminded him that he’s not alone, that Jungkook is right there, occupied with something. Right now he wishes he would not hear anything at all.

“Are you sure you took everything?” Yoongi manages to ask somehow even though his mouth feels so dry he can barely stand it.

“I’m sure. Sorry for bothering you.” Jungkook searches his pockets until Yoongi hears silent clink of metal. “Here.”

Yoongi takes the keys from him. He doesn’t have the chance to say whatever he thinks should be said because Jungkook is already walking towards the door.

Standing in the entrance Jungkook looks at him for the first time that day. He’s not angry or sad. If the blank look on his face is anything at all, it’s tired.

He looks at Yoongi for few second like he’s searching for something. He looks down and nods, almost like he’s giving himself courage to leave. His smile is just lips pressed in thin line.

Neither of them says goodbye before Jungkook turns and walks away.

First night after he’s gone Yoongi sleeps on the couch too afraid to smell Jungkook on his sheets. He throws the bedding into the washing machine the next day.

Yoongi has never thought his apartment was a lot. Just two cramped rooms with too many things and not enough space. But now it feels empty like never before. Absence isn’t supposed to feel like a physical thing, is it?

He hears doorbell and wonders why does Jungkook bother to ring when he has his own keys. Few second pass. Answer clicks.

It’s Hoseok with his too polite smile and worried eyes. He’s quiet like he is too afraid to say something wrong. Yoongi feels irritation creeping in his gut.

“I don’t really have anything to eat, sorry. I should go shopping soon or something.” Yoongi rambles to the point he doesn’t even know what is he talking about anymore. But he’s talking, right? Filling in this fucking silence around them. He’s trying. “But we, I mean, I still have some coffee left. I can make you if you want.”

He’s about to go to the kitchen when he feels Hoseok’s hand on his wrist. “Yoongi, you don’t have to.”

“Don’t have to what?” He snorts. “Make you coffee? “

Pretend like nothing happened. Yoongi knows the answer well enough. He tries to pull his hand away but Hoseok’s doesn’t let go.

“Let me go, asshole.”

“I won’t until you talk with me.”

“Talk about what?!”

His voice is louder than he intended it to be. The look in Hoseok’s eyes and way he lets go of his hand make Yoongi feel even worse. He shouldn’t come here in the first place. Yoongi takes a deep, shaky breath. “Talk about what, Hoseok?”

He bites his lips so hard it start to hurt but it’s the only way he can stop himself from breaking completely. He doesn’t want to blink, too afraid the tears that gathered in the corners of his eyes will spill. They do anyway, rolling down his cheeks before he wipes them quickly.

Something in his throat is burning so much he’s unable to speak anymore. He looks away, tired of seeing the same look in his friend’s eyes as he saw in everyone’s else. Worry. Sadness. This fucking pity he doesn’t need.

When Hoseok’s arms wrap around him, he doesn’t hug him back. Just stands there with head resting on his shoulder until one spot on Hoseok's shirt becomes damp from tears.

“Thank you for letting me stay with you. It won’t take long. I just…” Jungkook looks back down on his half unpacked bag. It's mess of clothes he didn’t have time or patience to fold properly. “I just need to find something cheap I can rent and I’m out of here.” He forces a laugh but knows it sounds pathetic.

“Stop saying that. You can stay as long as you want.” Jimin leaves his place by the doorframe. He spent at least ten minutes there, talking and cracking jokes. Anything to distract Jungkook somehow. “Me and Taehyung are happy to have you here.” He puts both arms around Jungkook in a hug. “You sure you’re okay, Jungkookie?”

Jungkook clenches his teeth together. He pats Jimin’s head in light gesture. “I’m sure.”

Jimin leaves him alone, giving him last worried smile before he leaves the room.

It feels like it has always been like this. Jimin being there for him and Taehyung when they fucked up. Coming to them with his arms opened and shoulder ready to cry on. No matter how hard things got or how angry he was with them. At the end it was always Jimin with his warm embrace and too kind heart.

The inside of Jungkook’s bag is not a lot. Few plain t-shirts, sweatpants and jeans, wrinkled shirts, jackets. Toothbrush he threw there in a rush. He places his clothes in a dresser, filling the drawer Taehyung lent him, not caring for any kind of order. He promises himself not to stay there for long anyway. He doesn’t want to feel like he’s bothering someone. Not anymore.

He finds it on the bottom of the bag, among some crumpled papers and single socks. He must have grabbed it by accident in a hurry. His heart sinks painfully when he feels soft material between his fingers.

Simple white shirt, at least one size too small to fit him. With faint smell of Yoongi’s cologne still on it.

Yoongi wanders around the city alone and it’s scary how lonely human can feel at two a.m. in the morning. All the streets he knows, all bars and cafes he’s a customer of, all benches he passes. All of that used to be shared with Jungkook.

And if he’s not with him then what’s the point.

Jimin and Taehyung are his best friends, Jungkook knows that. He would never exchange them for anyone else in the world. But they can get a little bit too much with their caring and sometimes Jungkook feels like he has enough. Of everything. Of constant questions if he’s okay. Of that look in their eyes. Of tiptoeing around him too afraid to mention Yoongi’s name by accident.

Of pretending like Yoongi doesn’t exist when he’s the only person he can think about.

Single drops roll down between Yoongi’s shoulderblades. He knows they’re going to leave dirty stains on his shirt, the same they left on the tub, but he can’t bring himself to care. Gray water swirls and goes down the drain. He collects the empty package of hair dye and throws it away.

He looks in the mirror. Both, the difference and forgotten familiarity of his black hair catches him off guard. He runs his hand through it, making his fringe fall on his eyes.

There’s no sign of blonde anymore. Almost like it wasn’t even there.

Jungkook didn’t know muscles can get this stiff until he touches his aching shoulders. He rubs them for a moment but without any effect. His eyes feel dry from hours spent staring at the computer screen. He allows himself few seconds of break before he goes back to his laptop with resigned sigh. The door behind him open with silent creak.

“Jungkook? It’s almost 4 am. You should sleep.”

Taehyung voice is even deeper now with sleepiness. He looks at him through squinted eyes wearing a shirt so big it reaches almost to his knees.

“I’ll go as soon as I finish this. I promise.”

“You can’t overwork yourself like that, you know?”

“I’m almost finished. Twenty more minutes and I’m in bed.”

Taehyung doesn’t look convinced but he lets it go. Jungkook waits until doors close and he’s alone again. Blank page of document is still in front of him with black cursor blinking at him. He fights the urge to shut his laptop close. Takes a deep breath. Starts typing again.

He can’t sleep anyway and this, at least, keeps his thoughts away.

The cafe is busy at this hour, filled with people chatting and laughing here and there. Yoongi catches fritters of conversations as he passes the tables. Some names he doesn’t know. Happy news he’s not a part of. Jokes he doesn’t understand.

He sits down and warms his hands against hot cup. For now, he leaves the talking part for Hoseok who doesn’t seem to be bothered by Yoongi’s silence.

Yoongi knows he’s not there because Hoseok was “just passing nearby” as he says. He’s a good friend but a terrible liar and recently it shows more than ever before. It’s another day of his plan to drag him out of the apartment. Movies, cafes, walks and bars. Anything to occupy Yoongi with something. He watches his friend talk about something he lost a track of few minutes ago. It’s cute how invested he gets every time he tells him something, no matter how trivial it may be. He feels warmth and gratitude he’s not sure how to return to him.

“So anyway, you have to see this movie. Taehyung promised to borrow it to me sometime. We had fun and Jungk-” He stops as if he said something bad and looks at Yoongi with scared eyes.

“It’s fine.” Yoongi’s lips curve into a soft smile despite the weight he feels in his chest. “It’s not like his name is forbidden around me or something.”

The atmosphere gets somewhat stiff. Hoseok changes the topic but Yoongi doesn’t listen anymore.

“How is he?”

He manages to keep his voice monotone, almost bored. As if every cell in his body was not telling him to go and check the answer to his question on his own. Hoseok looks like he’s unsure if he should say something. He stares down at his cup, way too focused on mixing his coffee.

“I know you two got close when we were together, it’s okay. Just tell me.”

Hoseok sighs, putting away the teaspoon. “He’s fine. At least this is what he tells me.” He looks at him with a sad smile. “You know him. He would never say anything else.”

Yoongi understands. No matter what he felt or what he was going through Jungkook has always been fine.

“Jimin and Taehyung take good care of him. It’s just…” Hoseok stops like he was searching for a proper words. He must feel Yoongi questioning look on him because he fidgets nervously in his sit before speaking again.

“He became so quiet without you.”

When Jungkook enters the room and sees Seokjin sitting with Jimin and Taehyung he can’t help but feel like going out again. He likes him a lot, always did but sometimes he has the tendency to be painfully direct and honest. Jungkook can’t decide if it’s good for him at this moment.

“Oh, Jungkook!”, he says not looking up from his phone. “Are you still sad over your boyfriend?”

“Hello to you too.”

“Sorry. You won’t hear anything more about this from me. I promise.” He makes a pause to take a sip from his glass. “I still think the same anyway.”

Jungkook remembers what was the last thing he had said about this whole mess. He thinks about it a lot and starts to agree with him more and more.

“I think you’re both idiots. Or just like to hurt yourself for fun, whatever. But it’s obvious you still love him. So maybe it’s good to stop hurting yourself even more.”

“Hey, good to see you’re not trying to starve yourself to death anymore. Making progress, I see,” Namjoon says looking at Yoongi from the opposite side of the table.

Yoongi decides not to mention that eating is still one of the least pleasurable things for him. He forces himself to swallow tasteless piece of burger he’s been chewing for the last minute. “Kind of.”

When Namjoon’s done with his fries, Yoongi already knows what he’s going to ask. He always asks that and Yoongi knows he’s doing it because he worries. But that doesn’t change the fact he finds it irritating.

“So? How are you holding up?”

“Okay, I guess.”

“Man, you really suck at the “being convincing” part, you know?”

And there it is. The phrase that makes Yoongi’s blood boil. “You sure you’re fine?” “You don’t look like you’re fine.”

Yoongi feels his fist clench under the table. He counts to ten as he always do to stop himself from yelling “maybe it’s because i’m not okay.”

He wants to be. He wishes his words to friends were true. He wants to be fine, to feel normal again. To stop waking up every morning feeling like something’s missing. He wants this fucking hole in his chest to finally be gone. But he doesn’t know how.

He hears Namjoon sigh. “You still love him, don’t you?”

He does. He knows he does even if he tries not to. He nods.

“Then you either tell him about it or learn how to stop.”

Jungkook always knew he didn’t love Yoongi for something. He didn’t love him for his independence or creativity. He didn’t love him for the way he laughed. He didn’t love him for the way he cared about him. He just loved Yoongi. That’s it.

Before they started dating Yoongi used to change his hair color a lot. He tried different things before he settled for blonde and Jungkook loved him in every one of them.

He loved meeting him for the first time and realising that he has never seen someone with mint hair before. He loved how it faded until it became something between grey and blue. He loved him in that ridiculous flaming red he was so embarrassed about he refused to take off his beanie for a week. He loved him in pink that followed right after. And he loved him in blonde. The way his hair looked when his head rested against a pillow. Tickling feeling of it against Jungkook’s skin. The way it moved between his fingers.

And now, when he sees him in front of the same club he saw him years ago, he knows he loves him in black too. Still. Without stopping.

Suddenly, hours he spent convincing himself he’s over him mean nothing. Every minute of trying to forget doesn’t matter anymore because Yoongi’s here, right in front of him. He knows he’s going to break every promise he made to himself but he doesn’t mind.

“Yoongi,” he says more to himself than to him. Like he needs to hear his name to make sure it’s happening.

Whatever Jungkook saw in Yoongi’s eyes, surprise, fear, hope or maybe mix of everything, is gone after few seconds. He collects himself quickly, falling right back to his forced indifference. He takes a sip from his bottle of beer before looking at Jungkook again. “Been awhile, huh?”

There’s so much questions Jungkook wants to ask him. How have you been? Are you doing okay? Do you miss me? Do you still remember me the way I remember you? He keeps all of them to himself though, not because he’s afraid to ask but because he isn’t sure he’s ready to hear the answer. From all of things churning in his head he picks the simple one.

“Did you come here with someone?”

Yoongi shakes his head. “Nah. You?”

Yoongi looks like some weight has been taken off his shoulders when Jungkook denies. He leans against the wall more comfortably and asks

“How are you?”

The question is so simple and yet Jungkook has nothing or maybe too much to tell him. Really, how is he? In any other case he would say “fine.” But now he knows it’s not true. He’s not fine, hasn’t been fine for the past few months.

He can clearly see two paths he can take from that moment. First one is a lie. It’s saying “fine.” Turning around and coming back to his life as he left it that evening. It’s repeating “fine” over and over again to convince himself it’s true. Second one is taking a risk. It’s following a road but not knowing where or how it ends.

Something silver around Yoongi’s wrist shines when he rises hand to finish his beer in a single gulp.

Thing is, Jungkook was never afraid of risk.

“Could we talk somewhere else?”

“You realise it’s a twenty minutes walk to my house, right?”

Jungkook does, he still knows the route by heart. But he doesn’t see why that would stop him from walking, holding Yoongi’s hand in his own as he follows him few steps behind.

“Do you have money for a cab or bus tickets?”

There’s a silence before quiet “No…”

“Guess we have no choice then.”

It’s a familiar feeling to hold Yoongi’s hand. He’s one of those people with always cold hands and Jungkook missed making them warmer.

“I’m not so drunk. You don’t have to hold my hand.”

Yoongi’s probably right. He’s many drinks away from being drunk for real. For now it’s just his words, a little bit too close to each other when he speaks. But then Jungkook hears silent curse as Yoongi trips behind him and reflexly holds his hand tighter.

“You sure about that?”

Yoongi’s grip on Jungkook’s hand loosens somewhat but he doesn’t let go.

“Fuck, it’s just… this shitty pavement is so crooked. That’s why.”

“And everything spins around, huh?”

“I’m practically sober.”

“Mhm. Whatever you say.”

God. He missed this. He missed it so damn much it hurts. His own head is spinning even though he didn’t drink anything.

“So,” Jungkook starts, hoping that they can fall into conversation like they used to do. “How are you?”

“I asked you first and still didn’t hear my answer.” There’s no pretense in his voice. It’s soft and quiet, just like Jungkook remembers it.

“I’m asking you now.”

A sigh and then “I’m…” Jungkook waits for “fine” or “okay” but neither of them happens. “I got a new job. In the radio.”

Jungkook feels excitement starting to bloom in his chest. That’s what Yoongi always wanted to do but somehow never got the chance to start. “Really? In which station? I don’t think I’ve heard you anywhere.”

“And you won’t,” Yoongi laughs.“I’m just a broadcast assistant. I don’t present anything on my own.”

“With your voice you’d be perfect for that though.”

Twenty minutes long walk doesn’t seem that much with Yoongi talking. Jungkook doesn’t know if it’s thanks to the alcohol in his system or not. But it feels like it used to do. Maybe a little bit more stiff but it’s better than where they were at the end. It feels easier, smoother somehow.

Yoongi talks about his job and about people he met there. How he is finally doing something he likes. How he’s paid less than in his previous job but he doesn’t mind as long as he can sleep in more human hours.

They reach Yoongi’s apartment building and Jungkook feels overwhelmed. It’s a little bit too many memories all at once and he’s not sure how to handle that. But he doesn’t want to run away. Not again.

Yoongi notices that he’s still holding Jungkook’s hand and it’s not the most comfortable way to search for his keys. He lets go, even though ridiculous fear that he won’t be able to touch him ever again creeps somewhere behind him.

When they’re finally inside Yoongi plops down on a couch and observes. It hurts him to see Jungkook acting like a guest in a place that used to be his home. Not for long, but still.

Yoongi realises that his shirt smells with someone’s cigarettes and for some reason he finds it unbearable. He starts to unbutton it but fumbles with it and gets stuck on one stubborn button.

“Are you still trying to tell me you’re not drunk?” Jungkook asks reaching out to help him.

Yoongi wants to smile because no matter how he looks at it the situation is ridiculous. Here he is, with his ex-boyfriend unbuttoning his shirt. With someone he still loves so much and yet has no idea how to make him stay.

He looks up at him, sitting so close now, and it all drives him crazy. Jungkook’s eyes focused on the buttons with eyelashes casting shadows on his cheeks. His lips so close to his own. Even that beauty mark on his neck. All he thought he had lost is right in front of him.

“Jungkook,” Yoongi starts. “What is this?”

“Hm?”

“This situation, you here.” He waves his hand in a vague gesture. “What the hell is this?”

“I’m… not sure.” Jungkook answers biting his lip. He always does when he’s stressed. His hands let go of Yoongi’s shirt and fall at his sides.

“Is this like, I don’t know, blast from the past?” Yoongi can feel his voice getting harsh and he tries his best to control it. “Fuck your ex for the sake of good old times?”

Yoongi regrets opening his mouth as soon as he’s done talking. The look of sadness and defeat in Jungkook’s eyes, no, in his whole body, are making his heart ache.

“Do you really think I would do that?”

“I’m sorry.” Yoongi runs his hand through his hair and sighs. “I don’t. That’s why I don’t know what the hell is going on.”

“You asked how am I, right?” Jungkook takes in a deep, shaky breath. “Well, not so well.”

Yoongi waits until he speaks again. “I was always lying to people that everything’s fine. But it wasn’t. I missed you so much I sometimes didn’t know what to do with myself.”

Yoongi watches how Jungkook’s hands clench and unclench on his knees.

“I always thought that when I’ll see you again I will feel angry or I don’t know. Indifferent.” He stops and rises corners of his lips in a sad smile. “But seeing you today made me happy. I haven’t feel like that in months.” He lets out a tired laugh. “Sad, right? The way I can’t force myself to let go of you.”

Yoongi’s heart beats so fast in his chest he feels like it’s about to burst. He tries to control his thoughts but they show and disappear so quickly he doesn’t know on what he should focus. All he knows is that Jungkook’s here, on his couch, in his apartment. All he need to do is to reach out, hold him like he always used to do. Feel that he’s alive and real.

Yoongi’s whole body burns with the need to touch him but he stops himself. It was the reason things ended up as they did. Action. But no words.

“Jungkook, I..” He knows what he feels, he knows so well and yet there’s no words, no sentences that could express that. “Fuck. I tried to stop thinking about you. But I can’t.” Now when he already started he doesn’t feel the need to stop. For once, he wants it all out of his system. “I thought I could do that, you know? That it would be easy to just move on. But I can’t. I don’t know how.” He laughs and he isn’t sure if it’s because he’s happy or so stressed his body doesn’t know how to react anymore. “And when I went out to at least try to forget you, from all of the people, I ran into you.”

Now Jungkook’s laughing too and god. He missed the sound of it. Missed the way it echoes through the walls of this room. He doesn’t want to stop hearing it again.

Jungkook wipes tears from the corners of his eyes and Yoongi doesn’t know if it’s sadness or happiness that caused them. He sniffs before speaking

“We fucked up.”

Yoongi lies down and closes his eyes because suddenly everything hurts. His stiff muscles, his stomach and head. His hands are shaking and he feels so dizzy it’s almost making him nauseous.

But his heart feels happy. Finally.

“Yeah. We did.”

Yoongi doesn’t open his eyes when he reaches out to find Jungkook’s hand. He twines their fingers together to make sure they still fit perfectly. They do.

“Do you want to stay?”

“Yeah.” He hears Jungkook say as his fingers squeeze around his. “I’d like that.”

Yoongi wakes up to three things. First, a bright sunlight shining in his eyes. Then, a headache starting to buzz at the back of his head. And finally, to the sight of Jungkook looking back at him.

They don’t say anything for a while, just lie next to each other on that too small and uncomfortable couch. But Yoongi doesn’t mind, he never did. No matter how narrow it was and how hard Jungkook’s knees pressed into his thighs.

“You stayed.”

“I did.”

Yoongi thought he forgot how it feels to have someone pressed next to him, with his body warm and breath tickling against his skin. He’s glad Jungkook’s here to remind him.

“I can’t believe you were so sad without me you dyed your hair black. How dramatic.”

“I can’t believe you were so sad without me you haven’t spoken to anyone for over a week.”

“It’s the last time I told Hoseok anything,” Jungkook laughs and it’s sleepy and sweet. Yoongi’s favorite kind.

He wants to tell him so much he’s not sure where to start. And he wants to listen to him. To know every detail Jungkook’s willing to share with him. Yoongi brushes Jungkook’s hair out of his face. “So that’s it, right? We’re trying again.”

“I wouldn’t stay otherwise.”

After all this time breathing finally becomes easier.

Jungkook fumbles with the keys because this one lock is always stuttering. He moves the key inside, up and down, in a way he learnt some time ago but still remembers. It works. The doors open.

He’s there, leaning against the counter and waiting. Not like an enthusiastic dog that runs to you with its tail wiggling. More like a cat, quiet and attentive.

It’s hard to kiss him when he’s smiling but Jungkook knows he has time to finally learn that.

“I’m home.”

“Welcome back.”

-bonus-

“Tell me,” Yoongi says, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “How is it possible that I bought the biggest bed and yet you still take all of it for yourself?”

He would lie if he said Jungkook wasn’t making a nice view like that, lying on his stomach with hands hidden under the pillow. In the dim light of the bedroom, tanned skin of his back makes a pretty contrast to the white crumpled sheets around him. Black hair, a complete mess now, sticks out in some odd directions. He doesn’t open his eyes, just smiles sweetly.

“Why did you buy such a big bed when you are so small?”

Yoongi can see his shoulders shaking a little bit with laughter.

“Obviously not for some asshole who sprawls like a goddamn prince in the middle of it.”

Jungkook yawns. “So you can’t use it either, huh?”

Being hit with the pillow just doubles Jungkook’s laughter, his whole body shaking now. “You could just politely ask me to move, you know?” He finally opens his eyes and turns to lie on his side instead, bending his arm to rest his head on hand.

“Move.”

“I think you didn’t hear the “politely” part.”

Yoongi leans closer to him with a hint of a smile and makes sure their eyes meet before he speaks again. He lowers his voice until it becomes a whisper. “Move, babe.”

Jungkook’s smug expression turning into embarrassed one with his cheeks blushed and eyes unable to look back at him, is one of Yoongi’s favorite things. Jungkook groans and lies down on his back, hiding his face between fingers. Yoongi suddenly feels so fond of him it’s almost too much.

He somehow finds enough space to fit next to him. After enough time of accidental kicks and elbows shoved in ribs, they both managed to work the cuddling system out. It takes a moment to lie in a position comfortable for them, Yoongi’s head resting against Jungkook’s chest. After a minute he feels fingers playing with his hair. Yoongi closes his eyes, his body relaxing under the touch.

It’s one of those times when time seems to slow down a bit around them. When they don’t need to be anywhere except next to each other. Do anything else beside breathing together and feeling each other’s heartbeats.

It’s simple and Yoongi learnt simple works the best for him.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

#yoonkook #sugakookie #fanfiction #bts fanfiction #yoonkook fanfiction #oyemi

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For the love of music pt2

AN: Well here is the second part of the some what crossover

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Once the garage is empty is when Chibs got the keys from Gemma’s office and opened the trunk. He sees nothing in there other then a spare tire and the tools to change the tire and other things for the car. Until he saw something, it was very well hidden but he knew how a slight opening looked like for a hidden compartment. He lifted the hidden door and unveiled an arsenal. Very well organized. From sawed off shot guns, flasks, ammunition, knives, one weird looking knife that had teeth for blades, along with another that had some weird engravings on them to hand guns and even rock salt.

“What the fuck is this shite” He asks looking at the rock salt.

He sees a box and takes it into his hands and looks in there. Its a box containing fake ID’s, badges, licenses and fake name tags that involved all sorts of law enforcement rankings. He noticed three particular ones, one was bloody, the others were bloody as well but at the corners were melted a little bit. Still able to read the name and rank.

He closes the trunk, locks the car and places the keys back in Gemma’s office. He closes the garage and locks up as well. He walks into the club house and into his dorm. He doesnt bother with the drinks and crow eaters. He goes directly to his room and lays on his bed while he looks to the ceiling wondering why you have a packed trunk and a hidden past. A sad one.

A week has gone by and you got a call from the garage that your car is ready for pick up. You wish it was Chibs who would call but it was a woman. Your heart sank when it wasnt him but you brushed the feeling a side and asked your friend once more if she would drive you to the auto shop. Your friend picks you up in a matter of minutes and drops you off.

“Im here to pick up a Chevy Impala for Winchester” You knock and give the lady the model and your last name.

“Here you go sweet heart. Sign here and here. This is your total” The lady says with a friendly tone and gives you your keys and an invoice.

“Is cash ok?” You ask after signing

“Yeah thats fine” She replies and takes the cash from you.

“A lot of the guys are going to miss that car” The lady says while looking out the window and sees a few of the guys gathered around the car and loving the sight of baby,

“Gemma” She introduces herself looking to you.

“Y/n” You tell her and smile while looking away from her and to baby.

You walk out of the office and seeing baby being parked in the parking lot put a smile on your face.

“Hey sweet heart, miss me?” You ask while thinking of Dean.

“A woman talking to her car. In my books that is fucking sexy as hell. What you name her?” Kozik asks as he walks out of the garage.

“Baby. My brother named her. Uh late brother” You reply with a fake smile. You knew he saw past it.

“Car is mint. Sorry about your brother. Well it was nice seeing ya and hope to see you more often. Have a good day” Kozik says as he gets into the truck, most likely to make a pick up.

“Yeah, you to and see what happens” You smile to him as you watch him get into the truck and drive away from the garage.

How much you missed your older brother, well brothers in general. You looked around and in hopes you would see Chibs but no where in sight. You saw a couple of bikes lined up and you decided to head into the club house to see if he was in there. You saw familiar faces and smiled at them

“Is Filip around?” You ask Bobby in hopes he will be around

“No, he is out for the day and wont be back till late tonight. If you want I can tell him you are looking for him” He replies looking to you.

“No thats fine” You tell him and give him a small wave and walked out.

“Well you want to have a drink with me?” Bobby asks while you look to the bar and the guy with the tribal tattoos looks as though he doesnt like you much. You didnt care though.

“Sure, Im liking the free drinks” You smile to Bobby as he smiles as well and leads you to the bar.

Juice gets up from his stool and walks out of the club. You smile amongst yourself. Bobby reminded you about well Bobby.

“Christo” You say for old times sake as Juice walks away. But no reaction what so ever.

“Dont mind him, he doesnt trust you” Bobby says while Happy comes into the club house and he nods to you.

“Im sensing he doesnt say much does he?” You ask while smiling to him as he passes the both of you.

“Only when he needs to” He replies while taking a sip from his beer and pulls a joint from his pocket and lights it up.

“Yeah, I get like that too. When my brothers and I would travel a lot for work and we would meet new people. I wouldnt be so trusting of them because well you know how people can be” You tell him while remembering Gordon Walker.

“What line of work did you do to travel?” He asks in hopes you will answer him or give him any info about you.

“Extermination, family business. Well I better get going. I dont want to show up to work drunk and getting fired” You tell him and get up from your seat.

“It was nice seeing ya and hope to see you around more often” Bobby says as he walks you out the door. For the hell of it you linked arms with him as he opens the door to your car for you.

“Thanks Bobby, see you around” You tell him and start the car. You loved how she roared to life. The same love Dean had.

Juice looked up the word Christo and what he got was a Latin translation to Christ. He couldnt figure out why you would say that as he walked away from you and Bobby.

Clay came walking into the club house and saw Bobby sitting by himself at the bar like as if he was thinking long and hard about something.

“Did I just see a 1967 Chevy Impala leave the lot?” He asks breaking the silence.

“Yeah, that car would belong to a Y/n Winchester. Chibs has a thing for her and he worked on her car” Bobby says looking to his President.

“Winchester?” He asks while Bobby nods.

“You know a Winchester?” Bobby asks thinking he would have better info

“I did, John is his name. Met him back in Nam, we served together” He says while thinking back to the first time he met John. They were in the same platoon and soon after John was placed with the Marines.

“John is or was her father” Bobby tells him while Clay looks to him quickly

“You mean the guy is dead?” He asks in disbelief

“Yeah, Juice looked in on her and thats what turned up about her family in the records” Bobby tells him what Juice did because of his trust issues. He head is in the right place though.

“Jesus Christ, how?” He asks in hopes that he will know a little more about Johns passing.

“A horrific car accident that he was in along with his two older sons and y/n. She walked away with minimal injuries though. She is lucky” Bobby tells him while Clay couldnt believe John has passed already.

The last time Clay had seen him was a few years ago when they bumped into each other at a gas station. He was coming from Stanford, a visit he had with his son and Clay remembered how proud he was for him. He didnt mention any names about his kids but thats how he remembered him last. How happy and proud he was.

“I hope she comes around again. I want to give her my condolences. Is Mary alive? Or she pass too?” He asks remembering John mentioned a girlfriend named Mary all those years ago and how he said he was going to propose when he got back home.

“Unfortunately she passed as well. House fire” Bobby tells him while feeling incredibly bad for you. Family gone, he knew it wasnt easy for you. Bobby could still see the pain on your face when you would bring up family or your brothers.

“Shit. Thats some tragic shit” Clay says while his hand rubs his face.

“Sure is. She will have Chibs though, he is really invested in this chick” Bobby says while looking from Clay.

“Well better him than anyone one else. John would have been pissed but he would eventually accept him though” Clay says and they both get other things done with the businesses that needed to get organized.

You got in the car, baby roared to life and you love how she sounds. You drove out of the parking lot and drove to work. When the work day ended is when you went home, got into the shower to wash off the stress from the day and wanted to relax. When you got dressed into your comfy clothes is when you went into your music/library room to continue reading the book you wanted to finish.

You selected a vinyl record by Schubert, you pulled the vinyl from the cover and placed it on the turn table and placed the needle. Once the music filled the room is when you went to sit in your chair, got comfy and took the book while turning to the page you left off. You read for hours while placing another vinyl in by Chopin.

Chibs finally arrived back to the club house with Jax and Tig. He walks in and sees Bobby who waves him over.

“Y/n came by earlier and she was looking for you” He says while looking to him

“Shite, forgot she was coming by to pick up her car” He says and walks out again. He knew your address and wanted to see you.

When he pulled into your drive way and seeing the gorgeous car parked is when he had a smile on his face. He walked up to the door and heard faint classical music. He rings the door bell in hopes you would hear it but nothing. He turns the door knob and its unlocked. He walks in and follows the music. Once he stops in front of the door way is when he saw you sitting in your chair reading and enjoying the music you have selected.

He saw how incredibly beautiful you are, elegant and graceful. Yet he notices that you have seen nightmares that lurk in the dark, he sees them when he looks into your eyes. When Chibs went to Tacoma is when he met up with an old hunter who is now part of SAMCRO and they chatted for a long period of time and why he came back so late. He told him the things he used to hunt, how your brothers are complete legends for closing the gates of hell and sadly dying to save the world.

“Just beautiful” Is all he says to break the silence

You startled at the sound of someone else in the house, you look away from your book and see Chibs leaning against the door frame with a smile.

“You scared me” You say while closing your book

“Sorry, I rang the bell a few times but ye didnt answer” He says as he steps further into the room and takes the arm chair next to yours.

“Oh, sorry about that. Music is blaring and I was really into my book” You tell him and sit back down.

“Bobby told me ye came looking for me at the club” He says while looking around the room.

You have wall to wall shelves from ceiling to floor. All filled with books and vinyls you have collected over the years. You even have the folk lore books from over the years as well, the ones Sam owned are also placed on the shelves. You look to them and smile about the countless of memories reading through them.

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