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thorsstorms · 5 years

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Abroad part 10

(Chris Hemsworth x Reader)

Summary: Being the Hemsworth Kids’ Nanny, you were vowed to keep it strictly professional for their sake, but do the stolen glances go unnoticed between you both?

Word count: 6k ish idk

Warnings: The lot y'all. Fingering, unprotected sex (y'all wrap that shit) 18+! VEGAS BABY.

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“India, I don’t want to say it again.” Her wet swimsuit was still on the floor in the upstairs bathroom, just as it was thirty minutes ago.

“Put the tablet down and do what she says or I swear you will not see that thing for a week.” Chris rounded the kitchen corner to eye her, watch her huff and throw it down on the couch and slowly walk for the stairs.

Today was not her day. She had been defiant since the moment she woke up, crying because she didn’t want to eat breakfast, sad that she doesn’t have the sandals that she likes in California, heart broken that the shirt she wanted was in the washer. It was enough to drive you crazy for the day.

You threw the blanket you were folding on to the back of the couch and sat down next to one of the boys who was making seemingly a million little paper airplanes. His fine motor skills weren’t very sharp, so the edges were very crooked and not creased, but he didnt care. His little fingers did what they could to keep him entertained.

Sasha was your saving grace compared to the other two. He was easy to please, and compliant, the easygoing child, much like you were.

Chris had been seated at the kitchen table for the past hour on his laptop trying to memorize maps and try to plan out what we were going to be doing. He had been watching travel sites for information, trying to track how long the drives were from each stop. It sounded like too much work honestly, you were a road trip veteran. You learned to go with the flow, it is hard to follow a timeline, but you left him to it. He had ever done this across the states, you had.

By some grace of god, Elsa was going to be flying into LA and was going to stay with the kids. Back months ago, you both had this time planned for Paris, the kids were going to fly out of Paris with their mother to Spain and spend two weeks with them while we were all in Europe.

This ment begging Chris for an extra night in Vegas. Originally only staying one night at the Mirage because it seemed the most kid friendly to you. You on the spot asked him to cancel those reservations and book two nights at Paris instead. It was your absolute favorite hotel of them all, and was home to your favorite restaurant that looked over the Bellagio fountains. He had never been, so either way he didn’t care but you were determined to show him the best time possible.

Plus you had a surprise in mind, located in Treasure Island, and maybe another in the Venetian. You were going to have to be sneaky about it, deciding to call Gen later in secret and make sure it would be okay, she would get it setup for sure.

“Go fly one of these at Papa, tell him to get off the computer and come play with you,” you whispered quietly in Sasha’s ear. He turned to you with a mischievous smile, starting to giggle and cover his mouth to stay quiet. He picked a few up off the floor and one from the coffee table and started to tiptoe across the room, moving slowly like he was a spy. Your gaze shifted between Chris and the creeping ninja on his way to attack.

He was sat hunched over the computer with his hand covering his chin, eyes scanning the screen.

“Papa!” Sasha’s high pitched voice broke the silence, pelting all four airplanes like they were baseballs at his head. “Come play with me!” He jumped suddenly at the sound of his voice, watching the paper fall on to the keys.

“Play with you? You want me to come play with you?” He rose from his seat as the boy slowly nodded his head, ready to dart in the opposite direction to get chased. You watched Sasha dart around the room, Chris on his tail, Tristan running to you to take cover.

Later that night he was stuck back at the laptop after the kids were in bed. Sat against the headboard looking for hotels around your hometown regardless of the fact that you had told him there was no way your mother was going to allow that. He was afraid of intruding on her since you insisted it be a surprise. A compromise was reached when you agreed to call her in the morning and tell her that you were coming again, but only her.

Trying to pack the last of the clothing proved to be a bigger job than you had anticipated. Everything was washed and the kids were finished, but you swore he had brought his entire closet with him.

“How the heavens did you fit all of this in here in the first place!?” Trying to opt for a new way to arrange the luggage.

“I told you I would do it, just leave it be!” He pulled his eyes away from the screen, watching you surrounded by clothing on the floor.

“Really? If you packed this, nothing would be folded and there would be no order to anything. Then I would lose sleep over it.” It ended up working by putting all the shoes in a duffle bag, yours included, then putting some of his things in your two bags. Remaining in control of all the little things was what kept you sane. You ignored his continued obsession over the computer screen and resorted to pulling through drawers to make sure everything was out and your weren't leaving anything behind when you both left in the morning.

Inside a drawer of the dresser was two scripts that had been sent to him, some other paperwork, and a manila folder. You grabbed them all out, knowing they would be forgotten if you didn’t, and tossed them all on the top of the closed suitcases, not knowing where to put them at the moment. You watched as the papers slid off the top of the suitcase to a sloppy pile on the ground. You had always had an amazing aim.

The papers were gathered in a pile and you sat down to try and straighten them out and shove them all in the folder when a certain few words caught your eye.

“MARVEL TWO FILM CONTRACT”

The stapled papers got singled out on the carpet in front of you, flipping over the next 10 pages, seeing zero signatures. The contemplation zoomed through your brain, whether you should even be snooping or not. You continued anyway, hyper focused on the documents in hand.

Not a single pen mark was on any of the papers besides the last, signed fresh by Kevin Fiege in black ink, dated almost four weeks ago. You tried to conceal the confusion, silently covering your mouth and glancing back up to him, who was not paying a lick of attention to you.

Why had he not signed it yet? Did he not want to finish this? Its only two films, much smaller than the last.

“Chris,” your voice was quiet and trying to gain the courage to ask, but heard easily over the sound of the fan in the room. You were met with a hum, not looking your way yet. “Are you- do you not want to do this?”

As if he suddenly knew exactly what you were talking about, he shut the computer and sat up, staring at you on the floor with the other papers in a pile. The sudden urge to defend your curiosity took over.

“I-I wasn’t snooping, I promise. I was just, you were going to forget this stuff and, I pulled it out. It-They fell.” Your words were having trouble making it out to make sense, though he didn’t move from his spot to grab anything from you.

He took a deep breath, running a hand over his face, rubbing his eyes. He motioned for you to join him on the bed and you followed quickly, bringing the papers with you.

“I didn’t sign them yet.” He said, pulling the paper from your grasp flipping back a few pages. “The filming period is 18 months- maybe longer, due to start in November.” He pointed out a section on the fourth page, stating the filming period and locations. You still didn’t understand. So what? You knew he had done more rigorous work in the past, what was two more movies, and then being done with it?

“Do you not want to do this?” You asked again. Your question remained the same.

“(Y/N) it’s not that I wouldn’t want to do the movies, of course I would want to do them. But it’s a very long filming period. Two big movies back to back again. I filmed Ragnarok, then Infinity war, and Endgame all back to back and was pretty much gone for a straight year and a half. Almost two.” The longing feeling that would take place inside yourself during that period was treading up lightly. He hadn’t been legit filming the entire time you’ve been with them. He had just finished. But it was his job, and he built this character into something far deeper than expected. The obligation to finish the story was far greater than the obligation to be selfish and not do two last movies, at least that is what you were thinking.

“I don’t understand.” The air was starting to hang heavy over your confusion.

“Doing something like that again, being contractually bound to it, it was hard on the kids. Me being away for long periods of time. It was hard on me. It was- It was hard on my marriage.” Finally understanding where this was going. You stayed silent, thinking about it. The timeline matches up, something you had never thought about before. You never pried him for answers, you figured he would tell you if it mattered. This was him telling you. Now, it matters to him. “It is not that I don’t want to do the movies. It’s just the rough draft of the schedule that- that stresses me, I guess.”

“You’re job is not easy.” He put the papers aside on the nightstand. “I can’t tell you what to do. But if I could, I think I would tell you to sign them.” He leaned back on the pillows while you put the laptop on your nightstand and adjusted the blankets. “I think that you can pull this off. It’s just two more years and you can take off as long as you’d like. You have worked like crazy these past couple years. Cranking movies out, one after another. You’ve made your mark Chris.”

You paused to let him speak. To tell you that you don’t know what you are talking about or that he just doesn’t want to do it at all. But he didn’t speak. He laid in contemplation, staring at the ceiling and listening to your words of encouragement.

“Don’t worry about the kids, don’t worry about me. You can be selfish about this, finish what you started.” He laid still in his quiet thought. It became clear to you that he had thought about this for a long time, even still didn’t feel like he knew the correct decision. He thought of you, what kind of future would take place if he signed and if he didn’t. He decided himself he wasn’t willing to put everything on the line with you, but that was where he wasn’t thinking clearly.

The silence swallowed up the room, suddenly making you understand why he was so hesitant.

“I’m not Elsa, Chris.” His eyes snapped quickly to you, daring you to continue. “I don’t-I don’t have a modeling career to run towards. I’m not… taking the backseat for you to do this. I like to think I’m sitting in the front seat, ready to grab the wheel for you.” Your silly analogy lightened his mood, but it was true. It was different.

“You think I should sign them.”

“Do the damn thing.” He still didn’t move. “I don’t want to pressure you or anything but-”

“You are not pressuring me, I’ll do it. You are right.” He stood up grabbing a pen from the bedside table. You started to panic, definitely feeling like you had just guilted him into it.

“Are you sure?” You watched him with bright eyes. He deserved to let himself do this. He would never forgive himself if he didnt.

You felt almost a sense of pride as you watched him sign the last page, ignoring your further questions, standing almost naked with only boxers on, almost 11PM.

“Don’t move! Freeze! I want to take a picture.” Of course he didn’t listen and stood up straight. “Say cheese!” He smiled silly and held up the paper showing his signature.

“Woah.” We were coming up on the strip and could see it from the highway. “Which one is Paris?”

“I’m gonna take a guess and say the one with an Eiffel Tower attached to it,” you said, looking at him like he shouldn’t be driving if he couldn’t see it from here. The drive had just reached over four hours. Four hours of you talking about Vegas and stories from the last two times you had come, trying your hardest to leave out the surprise. He’d see it for sure when you got there.

His restlessness was rubbing off on you. Turning onto the south side of the strip, you watched as he admired Luxor and your other favorite, New York New York, through the windshield. Arriving farther down the strip, you eyed the big sign attached to Treasure Island. Granted, it was still another two blocks down the strip but honestly. He seemed oblivious to it, eyes attached to the Bellagio fountains and trying to pull into the valet at Paris.

How the fuck did he not just see that? Surely he knows about it. You decided to not say anything just yet, proceeding to follow directions that Gen had given you both. The luxury of not having to lug your own bags around the hotel entrance and through the casino to find your room had never been presented to you before. Questioning him as he left the keys with Valet without grabbing the bags, waiting for security before going inside. Oh, right.

You walked with two security guys that worked for the hotel, weaving through the hotel to the check-in desks, greeted by a manager. He was promptly handed two room cards, and a hotel brochure.

As soon as you entered the room you went straight for the window to see the view. He gave his thanks to security and shut the door behind him, following you to the window. The giddy smile across your face couldn’t help but spread to his. His arms wrapped around you, resting his head on top of yours. You leaned back against him, relaxing into the enveloping warmth of his embrace.

“Thank you,” you looked out at the view from the room, feeling excited to get out there.

“For what?”

“Just being you, I guess.” You leaned over in his arms and he met you for a kiss. He was gentle and unrushed. You had hoped he would mellow out once you got on the road.

You turned in his arms pushing him across the room till he hit the bed and sat down.

“Just being me, huh?”

“Oh shut it,” wishing he would wipe the smirk off his face. You straddled his lap, throwing your arms around his shoulders, his coming to your hips. He welcomed your kiss, wrapping yourself around him. His smirked disappeared as you both deepened the kiss, his tongue poking around yours. He left gentle kisses across your jaw, pressing hard against your pulse point sending a shiver down your skin.

A knock at the door interrupted your trance, Chris pulling a way and placing a small quick kiss at your lips.

“I love you,” he said quickly going to stand up to open the door. You locked your limbs around him, locking your ankles behind his back while he stood up.

“Oh c’mon, really?” You pouted, clinging to him. He chuckled and unwrapped your feet setting you on the edge of the bed, reluctantly letting go.

You quickly fingered through your hair to make it look somewhat presentable as your bags were piled in the room off a trolly. You immediately went for clothes and a makeup bag. There are so many bags, surely you do not need all of these for two days here.

“Hey woah, don’t we get to finish what we started?” He walked up to you taking the makeup bag out of your hands and setting it on the desk. Before you could answer he had grabbed the bag of your thighs, hoisted to his waist, walking back to the bed, your arms reflexively going around his shoulders. He started to nip at your neck, sitting back down and rigorously trying to go back to what you had started.

“Wait,” you choked out, trying to remember what you were going to say. “I- I made us dinner plans.”

“You did?” he spoke softly, lightening up on his assault.

“Mhmm,” his hands left your hips, pulling under your shirt and running up your exposed skin. His lips found yours for just a moment before you pulled off of him. A groan erupted from his throat as you slipped from his grasp.

“Princess,” His voice carried a coarse, impure ring to it.

“Just have some patience,” your voice was definitely lacking the conviction it needed. The thought of making him wait was almost detrimental to your will, always ready to give in. With only two nights to show him Vegas, you wanted to do something before dinner as well.

You went back for the makeup bag and a black and floral jumpsuit, after all, you can’t wear a dress on a gondola! You hadn’t gotten to do them yet but you were determined to this time around. Through The Venetian they had a gondola river flowing in and out of the casino and hotel, surrounded in an Italian setting and a guide, it looked amazing and romantic and you couldn’t wait to show him.

“Can you wear your blue button down? It shows off your ocean eyes, I like it,” you disappear into the bathroom, whisking away the blush of your confession. Too forward of a request? Hopefully not. The mirror in the bathroom was something to be admired, excited to do your makeup. Getting dolled up sounds so amazing, it was a rare occurrence these days.

“Okay so, we are gonna go to the Venetian. It is down just two blocks. I’m just, so excited!” He eyed up and down the street, admiring the detailed tall buildings, the dancing fountain across the street. So much for the blue shirt he looked so handsome in, you knew he was going to have those obnoxious sunglasses covering his eyes till the sun went down.

“But what are we doing? Just walking?” He fell into step next to you, clasping your hand to keep close through the crowded sidewalks.

“We are going to go on a gondola ride and pretend we are in Italy!” You couldn’t wipe the smile of your face.

“Holy shit,” he said quickly, halting his footsteps in place, almost tugging you backwards. Both of you getting dirty remarks from those behind you. Your heart felt a quick jolt at the thought of people recognizing him and ruining your evening, maybe even the days here. You quickly tugged him forward telling him to keep walking before he draws attention to himself, not bothering to mask the urgency in your tone. You looked up ahead knowing he finally saw it.

“Is that-no way! That’s me!” You shook your head, lugging him along behind you trying to keep up with the pace of everyone else. He kept talking to himself, saying how in the world he didn’t know about it, trying to ask you questions about it. You skipped the part about telling him you had gone a few years ago, though surely it would come up tomorrow.

You answered all he needed to know while you both were in your own little world, floating through the hotel. The detail and styles of the build captured his eyes. The body language he showed was taken back at the extravagance of the hotels, each having a strong thematic presence.

He admired the posters at the entrance of the wax museum, walking to the counter for tickets, thanking heavens there was no line or crowds. He made fun, taking selfies with almost everyone of them. Kissing Dwayne Johnson, laying with Hugh Hefner, standing even taller on his tippy toes with an annoyed look next to Captain America. You indulged yourself, posing with Khloe Kardashian who almost towered over you as Chris did. You got close with Channing Tatum and Bradley Cooper, making him take your photos. Needless to say, you both probably had way to much fun, spending way too much time in each themed room.

An amazing idea popped in your head as you entered the main gala, telling him you were going to play a game of freeze. You positioned him down the couch from Will Smith, on hand on his knee.

“Don’t move!! When the next guests walk through I’m gonna act like I’m taking a picture with you. You can not move! Or it won’t work!” He was on board almost immediately, ready to scare the whoever dared to get close. You moved away from him to check it out, starting to hear chatter coming up the escalator from the outside.

“Oh my goodness don’t move! I’m gonna video!” You whispered to him, running the Brad Pitt, pretending to be interested with him.

You watched from the side, trying your hardest not to reveal him from laughing. If you started laughing, he would to.

The onlookers drifted from each wax figure at the entrance, spotting a perfect seat between Will and Chris.

“Ooo! Take one of me here too!” The woman handed her company an Iphone, skipping to the couch. You watched with wide eyes as he looked like he was about to burst an eyeball from not blinking or breathing. He snuck a small, quick blink, making it difficult not to pee yourself from holding in the laughter. The man slowly lowered the camera, tossing her name into the air to get her attention. He ignored her questioning reply and walked a bit closer, eyeing him.

“What?” She asked him again, ready to pose for the picture, both her arms around their shoulders. As soon as her arm landed she jumped away, Chris screamed at her to scare her and she screamed back profanities, clutching her chest.

The eruption of laughter continued, yours probably obnoxiously ruining the video you were trying to hold steady.

You kept it going as he greeted them both, being the best he could be before you ended it. You approached the couple as they all calmed down, automatically being put in charge of taking photos for them.

You listened as Chris asked them nicely if they could hold off on posting anything for a day or two, asking to enjoy his time here with you, drifting his arm around your back. You blushed from his stare as they nodded in agreement of his explanation.

The four of you ended up snaking through the themed rooms together. You left your separate ways after you airdropped the video to her, reviewing it all together again to catch his blinking.

On the way back towards Paris, you passed through the mall to hit a couple stores, buying too many brushes and a few Jeffree lippies at Morphe. You followed him into Swarovski, refusing to allow him to inform you of the prices of the wrist watches he was admiring.

Dinner was more than what you expected. Gen had come through with the the string pulling. The manager offered you both free wine tasting while you had a stunning table, privately seated along the balcony. The fountains to keep you both entertained for the time being.

“I am genuinely lost for words.” The dessert was sat down on the table, but his eyes were on you. The dark sky and lowlit balcony did the most to hide your rose blush, but you both knew it was there.

“Well I’m glad you like it,” the glass of Sangria seated on the table top had become increasingly attention-grabbing under his stare.

“Come here,” the legs of his chair scratched across the ground as he scooted back from the table. His hands secured around yours, bringing you to sit on his lap, stealing the glass from you and setting it on the table.

You observed his movements with curiosity until he met your lips for a thank you. His hands keeping you from sliding from his grasp. You leaned into his chest, grazing his neck with your fingertips to savour his slow moving taste on your lips. The certain kiss that no words are needed, or exchanged. Striving to accept his appreciation, overjoyed with the romantic atmosphere that was created for the evening. He was quick to create a bliss in you that had you forgetting to breathe, forgetting to act appropriately in public, regardless of the needed privacy.

“I love you,” his promise was whispered against your lips. The kind of moment where your thoughts flash through your mind erupted in your head. Regardless of any crush, or any love you had thought you felt before this moment, it was fake. It was swept away in the wind. Any charm that was presented to you in the past, it was weak. Any humor you found in someone else, it was paled in comparison to the joy he was always radiating on to you. Any soul crushing want, it was ignored and invisible until your eyes settled on him.

“And I love you.”

After a few minutes, you both decided it could be time to leave. Before you could exit the restaurant, you were met with the same hotel manager that gave you the room cards from earlier. She stood strict with two men from security with her. She spoke about offering security if you chose to remain in the casino for the evening.

You stayed stiff, almost behind him as you glance towards the entrance of the restaurant, where two more guards were trying to escort a few photographers out of the casino.

“We can keep professional photographers out, but guests with cameras are a different story.” She gazed between you both with sympathy. Before he could even turn to look at your reaction, you informed her that you would stay for the rest of the evening. It was only almost 10PM.

He didn’t know, but Gen was smart enough to assign you with security for all day tomorrow. Going to S.T.A.T.I.O.N. was the given reason, but also so you could explore further. You obviously didn’t expect to be walking the streets all day long, so nothing of it was much of a surprise to you, just an inconvenience.

Between walking to the room, you admired him as he stopped and took a few photos with people. They were all polite, waiting patiently as he made his way around the group of about 10. There were not many instincts to go in the opposite direction like the first time you ran into this problem with him. Granted it was still kind of weird, but more admirable.

As soon as you got into the room and started to pull off jewelry, you heard him shutting the door behind you, “So, do we get to finish what we started yet?”

You couldn’t hide the laugh that started, “Hmmm… Shower first?”

He groaned, saying he agrees only if he can shower with you. You were not one to say no, after all. He walked straight in there, stripping clothes as he walked across the room. You of course had to grab all the essentials into a bag first to carry in there. There was no way you were going to use that shampoo, soap, and face wash they provide. Before walking into the already steamy room, you gathered his scattered clothing and threw it in the corner on top of his bag. Messy clothing happened to be one of his downfalls.

You placed all your clothing on the counter top before opening the shower door, greeted with a stupid youthful grin, happy he got his way.

“You really are just a big child, you know that?” You switched him spots so the water trickled over you, wetting your hair and warming your skin. You reached for the face wash first, turning away from him when you washed it away and caught him fixated on you.

His fingers working diligently through your hair with shampoo. You didn’t even have to ask. The friction against your scalp was worthy of a licensed masseuse. You held back a groan when he lifted his touch, turning you with your eyes closed so the water could flush the product away. The silent minutes turned softly intimate as he brushed the warm rain back from your face, reaching for the other bottle.

You felt his lips press firmly against your forehead, a gesture that warmed you apart from the water. You leaned forward into his abdomen so the fall of the water hit lower on your back while he ran conditioned fingers through your hair.

The raw intimacy that encompassed him was overbearing. It was almost as if he could feel his heart swell while you display yourself for him to care for. It wasn’t just a wash in the shower. It was the unspoken, ‘I trust you,’ that captured his attention. He remembered the days that you would shyly bare yourself to him and not accept his need to be near you and touching you.

Your tapping fingertips against his back broke him from his thoughts, silently instructing him to continue playing with your hair.

“Okay lean back,” his soft voice broke the silence. You held onto his arms as his hands worked against the waterfall to drain the conditioner from your hair, eventually letting go to wipe your eyes when he slowed to a stop.

You reached for your own body wash, spreading it across his chest and up to his shoulders. “My turn,” you told him.

He waited patiently, zoned in on your expression and touch while you ran your soapy digits across his skin. The pure contentment and innocence of it was driving him almost wild, running down his sides, down his arms, your fingers dancing slowly across his neck.

He quickly returned the favor, the length of his hands covering your back quickly, drawing down your backside and thighs, causing bumps across the surface of your skin to rise. You leaned into him again as he planted soft kisses across the back of your neck while his hands reached the insides of your thighs, squeezing gently causing you to almost lose your footing.

“Your skin is so soft Princess,” his whispers sent shivers down your spine and straight to your core. One hand left the party and traced up to your chest before wrapping around you there and the other finally ghosting over your clit. You jumped slightly in his hold, gasping at the contact.

His fingers slowly circled the nub, painfully, agonizingly slow while he listened to your labored breathing, a soft whine escaping you. Your brain starting to short circuit while you tried to hold on to every ounce of pleasure he would give you. You kept a steadfast grip on his forearms, trying to grind into his touch, a motion to beg for more that ended up driving against his hardening cock behind you.

You stilled hearing his voice in your ear. Two fingers teased your entrance, circling it and dipping his fingertips in to dance around lightly. The slow torture was enough for you to be letting out a quiet plea for more.

They shoved in, stretching you out on his fingers. Your balance almost gone if it weren’t for his arms holding you up. He quickly started to pulse around, tracing inside your slick heat untill the moans withered out to silent pants and your hands gripped his arms almost to tight.

Your eyes clamped shut as a wash of pleasure rolled through you, your walls squeezing around the intrusion while it dragged on till he slowed.

Hot kisses were placed over your neck and shoulder while your breathing was slowing, trying to gasp through the humid air. He was speaking praises in your ear, how good you were cumming around his fingers, letting him bring you there.

His hold released from you, quickly turning off the tap and grabbing for the white fluffy towel to dry you off and haul you out of the shower.

Before you could get a word out he was pushing you backwards out of the bathroom, straight back into the bed. No words needed to be spoken anyway. It was at the point where he just wanted you to feel what he could give you. Feel his love for you, outside of spoken words but through his actions and intentions.

His love ment pushing you to bliss 3 more times with a slow and deep rhythm that had you clawing from the sheets, pillows, to him arms in attempt to ground you from his onslaught. With tears peddling against your will when he thrust into you so deep and hard when you hit your last high, eyes almost blacking out for your overexertion and voice straining from an uncontrolled vocal response. The light headed dizzy feeling you get when he finally blows a load deep inside you after rutting against you for his high when he knew you could take no more. Proclaiming his promises against your neck while burying himself in you, that you knew deep down were not just from a sex high.

His fatigue ridden body laid tilting across you, trying not to crush but muscles shaking in place, refusing to cooperate enough to move farther away.

When you finally came to, almost clear headed enough to fully form a sentence, meaning your muscles lost the strained twitch and your eyes could open enough to focus on surroundings, you found him with a slower breathing pattern than your own, admiring you as if he hadn’t just done so for the past hour.

He brushed away tear marks and messy hair from your skin while you sported red swollen lips, blown out eyes, and deep red marks across your breasts to compliment your skin, courtesy of his attempt at showing affection and appreciation. The sight was a treat for his own to view, but was nothing compared the to the fucked out leaking mess he left you with on your bottom half.

You watched with lost eyes, not enough energy to stop him as his fingers gently ran up your mess, cleaning, gently pressing his seed filled fingers in. Your pelvis shook at the intrusion even though you were almost numb to his touch. The thought of his actions was enough to kick start your belonging underneath his bearing weight.

He pulled away, sensing your wariness, to treat your new marks across your chest to a soothing aftermath. Your arms gaining strength to redirect his lips again, timidly to your own. A soft press of his kiss was meticulous to avoid any more torments of your skin.

“All mine Princess.” A careful watched teetered over your expression, touch ghosting over your jaw as you nodded and rasped an ‘I love you,’ that was returned before you could even finish speaking the familiar the words.

“Don’t move baby, I’ll be right back.” He pulled from your weak hold and came back a minute later with boxers, he put use to a washcloth, and gifted you a clean t-shirt of his that you gladly slipped over your shoulders. You immediately nested through the blankets curling into his arm as a pillow.

“Aren’t you gonna play with my hair?” You asked, closing your eyes.

“Whatever you want.”

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dis-easedfairy · 6 years

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Noxious Pt.3

Chapter 3: TaeTae The Dragon

Warnings!: 18+ Swearing/Strong Language

Pairings: Park Jimin x Female Reader | Kim Taehyung x Female Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Bestfriend au!, College au!, Fuckboy au!-ish, Eventual Smut, Eventual Poly!au

Word Count: 11,250 (2 parts in one)

Summary: Jimin, Taehyung and F/n are all childhood friends. Taehyung moved away some years ago and left Jimin to take care of F/n. F/n falls for Jimin as they get older and gives up everything to fit into his life, until one night Jimin gets drunk and tells her what he really thinks of her.

A/N: I decided to give you a longer one because my ass has been lacking and I need to step up mah game. Sorry for taking so long!

I had allowed Jimin to take me to a party. Even though the kiss was still in the back of my mind, he didn't seem fazed by it, picking out his clothes and insisting that I go change.

I got to my dorm and Haneul was already gone, to the party I assumed. I set the cookies on the bed and wrote her a note saying I was leaving with Jimin, and if I didn't come back, I was most likely with him.

I put on black ripped jeans, a white short sleeved crop top with an alien on it and pulled on a jean jacket, pulling on boots Jimin's father got me because he wanted me to have the right shoes to 'stomp someone out' if anything happened while Jimin was gone and finished off the outfit with a baseball cap with the word 'ALIEN' across it.

I left my dorm, jogging to the quad to meet back up with Jimin, who had an unimpressed look. He was wearing a black hat, a black pullover hoodie with the school's emblem, blue ripped jeans and his combat boots.

"What?"

"Normal girls wear a dress to parties."

"I don't want anyone hitting on me, plus I'm too tired to give a shit, let's go!" I began to push him lightly to the parking lot, not letting him try to change my mind.

Once we arrived at the party it was chaos as soon as we walked in. The normally white walls were colored by the numerous neon lights, black lights, and glowsticks, music loud and not rave-like at all. It was actually a nice music selection, rap music that was slower paced and everyone seemed to dance and have fun all the same.

Jimin greeted everyone the same, with me as his best friend that they couldn't mess with. Even with Jimin by my side, I sensed a tension in the air, this feeling that hung in the air as Jimin left to get us drinks, Hoseok and Jungkook following him, looking like they were arguing with him about something.

I looked around the house that looked like a royal palace. It was the house I picked Jimin up from when he spilled his true feelings about me. It always left me awestruck how they got these houses despite them having repeating offenses of trashing every house they came into within a 100-mile radius of.

People seemed very relaxed compared to the last party Jimin took me to. Same faces, different aura. I looked over at Jimin, he was at the table with drinks, pouring a can of soda into a cup as Hoseok seemed to be trying to reason something to him and Jeongguk had his fingers playing with his bottom lip, pacing as he watched the cup Jimin was holding.

I tore my eyes away as I got curious as to were Haneul was. I looked around the faces and couldn't see her. I walked to the bottom of the stairs that were littered with couples and flings. I was really wondering if finding my roommate was worth it. I went back to the entrance area, I looked down that area to see Jimin at the kitchen/dining area with the large table of drinks, two cups in front of him, his hands flat on the table as he listened to Jeongguk speaking.

I moved to the living room, seeing people everywhere, but saw a glass sliding door through the crowd of people. I moved past everyone and slid the door open, outside was a beautiful backyard with a pool, lush green grass on each side of the pool and a nice wooden patio in front of me.

There were glow sticks in the pool too, the purple, blue, green and pink neon lights dancing along the surface if the pool. Another drink table and more people moved and talked about, a few in the pool, but not rowdy or crazed.

I scanned the area for Haneul but, again, she was nowhere to be found. I wondered if she was okay, or where she was since she didn't seem to be here.

I walked back into the house. I felt stupid, I always hated rowdy parties, but now that this one seemed calm, I was a little uncomfortable. It seemed abnormal and wrong for some reason.

I went back to the entrance just in time for Jimin to come up to me, hand me a cup and take me up the stairs, past the couples, and to a door. Jimin took a key out his back pocket and opened the door like it was normal. He moved to the side for me to go in, he did all this in such a rushed pace so I quickly went in.

Jimin closed the door behind us and turned on the light. Jimin walked over to a dresser that was across the room and put his drink down, he walked over to the bed a plopped down. For the first time in a long time, Jimin's gaze was foreign and unreadable to me. He was quiet and this was one of the very few times I didn't know what he could be thinking.

I awkwardly shifted while standing and sipping my too strong drink, trying to avoid eye contact with him. As I leaned on the computer desk that sat beside the door.

A chuckle came from Jimin after a few more moments of him staring. The chuckle was deeper than normal and seemed more sensual than it should've.

"You seem so nervous." His raspy voice reached me by the door.

I took a small step back as he stood up. He frowned and walked over to me. His hands rubbed the sides of my arms, "Why are you so jumpy? It's just me." His aura wasn't normal Jimin and I didn't feel comfortable. The whole party felt wrong.

"You kissed me today." I reminded him.

He gave me a pout, his eyes looked up at nothing in particular as he thought about my words. His eyes wandered back to meet mine, a small smirk on his face, "I did. I told you I wanted to be your first kiss. I didn't want to ruin it by telling you, then you'd get all nervous like you are now." Jimin took the cup out my hand and set it on the computer desk.

"Come with me to the bed, N/n." His voice was soft, but the undertone and context made me cautious as he held my wrist, leading me to the bed.

He sat down, pulling me down to sit next to him, facing him, "You know you're my best friend right?" He pressed, his hand resting on my knee.

"Yes...?" I became even more cautious at his question.

"You know I'll do everything to protect you and keep you safe, right?" His hand slid up to my thigh.

I grabbed his hand and moved it off my thigh, keeping eye contact. He frowned, "F/n?"

"What are you planning? Why are you acting like this?" I began to stand, but Jimin pulled me back down to sit on the bed.

"I'm not planning anything." He lied.

"You are! You never took me to a room during a party. You never put your hand on my thigh unless you get possessive. You never use that tone with me. You never look at me the way you are now. What are you doing?"

Jimin sighed, running a hand through his hair, "You're special to me, F/n. You've been pulling away. I feel it. Ever since I told you to get back into drawing you stopped updating me on things. I didn't even know you left campus today. You used to tell me everything and now you avoid me. I want to share more with you. You told me we couldn't be around each other forever and I really thought about that. You'll move on, you'll...date. You'll have kids. Same goes for me, but it's going too fast! I was so busy with my life that I ignored yours. You didn't have your first kiss, you're still a virgin. You've never had a boyfriend. I want you to have these things...with me." My eyes widened.

"Excuse me?" Jimin's eyes widened and he held up his hands.

"Not the boyfriend thing, but the first kiss... your virginity, F/n, I know it's weird, I know I've been like a brother to you, but we're not related. I can't stand the thought of you losing it to some guy who pretends to care about you for three months. I want it to be me. I want you to have the experience you should have." I shook my head, not letting it process.

"When I lost my virginity it was to a girl who didn't really love me. At the time it was meaningless, but with you, you're so pretty, Y/n. These guys will try to just use you and leave you. You've been a big part of my life, I want to take care of you." Jimin cupped my face but I quickly stood up.

"No! It's my decision, Jimin! I can date! If I get my heart broken, it's a part of life, I want to experience what I want to!" Jimin shook his head.

"F/n, you don't understand, I care about you, they don't. I talked to Jinsoo about you yesterday and all he kept talking about was sex! I know you care about me too! I'm not saying it won't be awkward, but I know what I'm doing and I'll be gentle!"

"Jimin, stop! No! We're not talking about this!" I snapped.

Jimin looked hurt and angry as he stood up, "Why not? Why are you so distant!? You give short answers, you avoid me! Why!? It's like you stopped caring!"

"I didn't stop caring! You're just paranoid because I told you I liked someone and that I switched majors so I'm not with you 24/7!" Jimin grabbed my hand and pulled me, he pushed me onto the bed and sat down beside me.

When I sat up and tried to get off the bed Jimin grabbed my face and collided his lips with mine. His lips moved perfectly against mine, his soft and plush lips made me get lost in the feeling until he lightly bit down on my bottom lip.

"So pretty, N/n." He whispered against my lips and began to move his lips against mine again.

My face and ears reached dangerous levels of heat, my heart began to flutter as my hands went to grip the sides of his hoodie. I mimicked his movements and one of his hands moved to the bed and the other stayed caressing my face. His tongue swiped against my lips and I granted him access, his tongue massaging against mine and exploring my mouth. I decided to mimic his movements again with my tongue. Jimin shivered and his hand that was on the bed moved so his arm was wrapped around my waist. His hand that was caressing my face quickly took my hat off, tossing it on the bed not bothering to stop the kiss.

I pulled back to look at Jimin's face, he was flustered, his lips swollen, his eyes half-lidded and his pupils expanded. Jimin cupped my face with both his hands and placed a soft kiss to my lips.

"Whatever you decide, F/n." He whispered softly, looking to my eyes.

The eyes looking back at me were different than usual. They were sincere and hopeful, soft and understanding. This was Park Jimin from my childhood. I felt my lips pull into a smile before I could stop myself, I cupped his face and rubbed my nose against his as a burst of affection rushed through me.

I heard the door open and I jumped, spinning around to look at the door. There stood a girl, nice dress, long hair, nice heels and a drink in her hand.

"Wow, Jimin. I'm 2 minutes late and you already found a girl to replace me? That's mean." She pouted.

I turned to glare at Jimin who eyes were widened and looking back and forth between her and I, "Don't trust him when he says he'll wait for you." The girl sighed as she walked across the room to put her cup beside Jimin's.

She leaned on the dresser as my blood began to boil. Jimin grabbed my wrists in a sudden movement, "Don't be mad! I'll fix this, Yakgwa! Just give me a minute!" Jimin pleaded.

"Stop fucking calling me that! You hated when Taehyung called me that so why are you calling me that!? You're not fixing this because it's a lesson learned!" I snapped, ripping my wrists away from him and standing.

I walked over to the girl and picked up Jimin's cup, slamming the liquid down in one gulp and throwing the cup on the ground, "Have fun!" I smiled fakely at her and walked to the door, grabbing my drink and walking out, making sure to flip Jimin off as I walked away.

I made my way down the stairs, making sure to chug the drink I had in my cup and throw the cup in the trash as I walked to the drink table. Hoseok saw me from the pool and jogged over with a worried look on his face.

"F/n? What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be with Jimin?" Hoseok asked, trying to move my hand away from the liquor bottle I was trying to snag.

"He has company," I said simply, snatching the bottle and pouring it into the cup.

"Aish, this boy." Hoseok nearly growled as he looked at the stairs.

Hoseok grabbed my cup and set it on the other side of the table, "Go sit with Jeongguk, he's in the living room on the couch, eat something with him while I take care of Jimin, okay?" He commanded before I could protest.

I looked down at my feet and nodded. Hoseok gave me a small hug and rushed to the stairs, practically running up them. I took the cup back, opening a soda, slamming the two shots and drinking the soda as a chaser. I set the soda down and walked to the front door. People were gathered on the porch, they were all sitting off to the side, some on the lawn talking, having private conversations.

I sat on the edge of the cement porch, my feet dangling off the side as my fingers felt the plastic turf that was tackily put down. I let out a deep sigh, hoping to stay mad and not feel the pain that I knew was going to come. I lied back and closed my eyes, hoping to think of something happy.

When we were younger we used to pretend I was a princess. Jimin would be the prince and insist on Tae being the dragon he had to battle. Tae agreed because dragons are badass, but one time I was in my 'castle' at the top of a large rock in the middle of nowhere and I fell because I was an idiot who stepped wrong.

I remember Jimin went to get help, but Taehyung stood next to me, he hugged me and told me that 'Tae Tae the Dragon' would always protect me. I remember Taehyung kissing my cut on my stomach to 'make it better' even though my cut was bleeding. He stood with me and made sure I stopped crying before my mom got there by hugging me and giving me small kisses on the top of my head and forehead, keeping me close. He even pretended to almost fight flies like they were threats to make me laugh.

I giggled at the thought as tears began to form in my eyes. I didn't need a prince, I needed a dragon. I sat up and felt the world spin and my stomach flip. I felt like puking from having all that alcohol in my stomach with only cookies to absorb it.

I slid off the porch on to the ground, forcing myself to stand, the world spun more. I needed to sober up. Food, bread specifically would be a good idea. I began to walk away from the house, giving zero fucks on what Hoseok was trying to salvage.

I began to try to remember if I saw a convenience store nearby and began to try to navigate to where I saw it. Once I wandered enough to find it I went inside and bought an oddly sweet sandwich and a bottle of water. I sat at the tables in the store and ate my stupid sandwich and drank my stupid water. I thought a bit about what I should do tomorrow.

I hated Jimin. I thought I saw my best friend in that small moment. A false hope that he was actually still someone who cared about me and my choices. I so badly wanted to go back and hug Jimin, because even if he hurt me the most, I loved him, he was my only source of comfort because I allowed him to be. I revolved my world around his.

I've been around Jimin for so long I actually was lost without him.

I finished my bullshit sandwich and water and threw away my trash and made my way outside. When the cool air hit me I was hit with more dizziness. I felt like puking more now that there was actual food in my stomach. I begrudgingly threw away the empty water bottle and sandwich wrapper and headed out of the store.

A cool breeze hit me and the world spun again. I groaned. I should’ve taken those shots and had Jungkook guide me back to the dorms. I got down on my knees in hopes to keep the world from spinning. Sadly it didn’t. I managed to get myself back up on my feet and began to walk again.

It was less walking and more stumbling. I stopped walking when I saw a blur of neon purple from the corner of my eye.

I remember turning into an alley to follow the light, stumbling and swaying as I felt a vibration in my pocket and my phone’s ringtone. I remember it being annoying until I finally answered.

I was sitting in a random stairway, illuminated by the neon purple light, sitting with my back to the wall and listening to the honey-rich voice on the other side of the phone. The voice told me to be safe, that they were texting someone to find me. They told me to stay there until someone came.

“Do you think dragons are better than princes? I think so now.” I remember babbling, playing with the laces on my boots.

“Do you know any dragons?” The voice asked.

“I used to. I want to know my dragon again. I’ll see him again.”

“…I know your dragon would like that. Just stay there, okay? Someone is on the way.”

“I think I can walk now.” I stood myself up, using the wall and railing as support as I made my way out of the building.

“If you’re going to leave, follow my instructions, okay? I’ll get you home safely if you listen to me.”

I woke up, sweating, overheated and my head feeling like someone was stomping on it. I opened my eyes to see my curtains. I was home. Not my dorm, but my actual home. I looked over at the clock. 7:47 AM. I groaned. It was way too early to be alive.

I scanned the room to look for what woke me up. It was perfectly quiet but my phone on my nightstand had the flashing notification light. I threw the blankets off of me and attempted to walk over to my window with weak and wobbly legs. Being careful not to blind myself with sunlight I opened the window and cool breeze flowed in. I sighed in relief and opened my closet pulling out the fan and quickly setting it up. I turned it on the high setting and stumbled to the bed. I fixed the blanket then let myself fall forward, face down on the bed and let out a drawn-out groan.

The sweat covering my body made me uncomfortable so I willed myself out the bed once more and grabbed a shirt and underwear from my dresser, my phone from my nightstand and went into my bathroom.

I turned the water on in the bathtub, clogging the drain and picking out a bubble bath scent. I settled with orange blossom and began to peel off my gross clothes from the night I couldn’t really remember.

I ignored my notifications, not even bothering to look at them I opened my music and played some music. I set my phone on the closed toilet and climbed into the bathtub. While in the tub I thought a little more about what I would do tomorrow. I couldn’t exactly avoid Jimin because he wouldn’t give up so easily. We went to the same school, so even if I did switch my schedule it would be useless. I groaned even more when I realized I left Tae’s roses at my dorm. I wondered if Tae had gotten the cookies yet. I was thinking that maybe I shouldn't have gotten in the tub and took a shower instead because I was pretty tired.

Once I got out the tub and drained the water I pulled on my clothes, then crawled onto the bed, not feeling like my room was my own personal oven. I turned on my phone screen. It was Friday. Saturday I planned to meet up with Tae’s mom. Maybe I’d get some advice from her on what to do. I rolled over and grabbed one of my pillows to hold close.

I could hear the front door open and close downstairs. I could hear my mom set her keys on the table beside the door and the crinkling of the bags she might have been holding. I unlocked my phone and sent my mom a text,

F/n: Need help? I’m kinda wobbly but I don’t want to leave you hanging

I heard her phone chime down the stairs.

Mom: No, you stay in bed. I’m going to make you something to eat, there is also a surprise that I have to bring up.

Surprise? I got a reward for being too drunk to remember anything? Before I could reply my mother sent another next.

Mom: Mrs.Park has been asking a lot of questions for Jimin. They think I still haven’t found you. You disappeared last night and Jimin has been looking for you. I told you last night but you said you didn’t want to see him so I haven’t told the Parks you’re here.

F/n: Disappeared? How did I get here???

Mom: You just showed up. Jimin called me crying, he said he had been looking for an hour and couldn’t find you. You just came to the front door and waited on the porch for me to answer. You had receipts in your pocket. You got food, took a train and a cab. You were talking to someone on the phone but hid your phone from me before I could find out who

F/n: It was probs my supplier. I’m a drug dealer now.

Mom: … as your manager I get a 70% cut

F/n: 70%!? Mom! I’m balling on a budget! Gotta pay for those expensive ramen cups

Mom: 🙄 I’ll bring you food and your surprise in a bit

I put my phone on my nightstand and lied back down in bed. I considered getting my tablet and watching a show or something to pass the time. I looked over at the box on my dresser my mom had given me with my breakfast. From the black box and blue ribbon, I had no doubt it was from the Parks. I rolled onto my back and let out a deep sigh. Who was I talking to? I couldn't place the voice to anyone of my friends or Jimin's.

"Jimin wait! Don't! Jimin!" I heard my mom call out suddenly making me sit up, getting ready to get off the bed.

My door flew open, Jimin standing in the doorway in the same clothes from last night. His once light jeans had dirt on the knees and black streaks in some places.

"F/n? Thank god you're okay!" He breathed, quickly entering my room.

He climbed on the bed, making me make a noise of displeasure, "You're making my blanket dirty!" I complained, making him smile.

He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me down so I was laying back. He put his head on my chest and held me in place.

"I was scared something happened to you." He whispered.

"...You should sleep." I only responded, his dark circles and bloodshot eyes not going unnoticed.

Jimin let out a long breath. He rubbed his face against my shoulder and collarbone while I tried to pull down my shirt that was creeping up.

"Uh may...maybe you should let me change?" I suggested, praying that his arms wrapped around me wouldn't feel my bare skin.

"No, I don't want to let you go." Was his only response.

I groaned internally, of course, he makes things tricky. I could just tell him. Oh God, then he would look out of instinct and see my underwear. There was no winning.

After my internal battle, I decided.

"...So, like, I wasn't expecting you so I'm in a T-shirt and underwear and the T-shirt is riding up. So you should, like, lemme change."

Jimin's head lifted up to look into my eyes, "Change?" He asked, his voice a little rough towards the end of the word, his arms unwrapped themselves from around my waist, but before I could get up, Jimin's hand went to my knee then slid up the side of my thigh, fingertips making my skin tingle as they dragged along and the palm of his hand warming my skin that I didn't know was cold.

I felt goosebumps spread throughout my body as I let out a squeak and jolted back to get away from his touch, only to hit my head on my headboard.

Jimin giggled at my reaction, seeming satisfied with himself he rolled onto his back, he waved his hand towards my closet and dressers, "By all means, be my guest." He smirked.

I narrowed my eyes at him and swung my legs off the bed, "Smug ass rice cake." I grumbled, walking to my dresser.

I looked at the black box, "I wonder if your parents gave me chocolate this time." I stated as I opened the box.

"Weren't you changing, Baby?" I choked on air and slammed the box closed, successfully making Jimin laugh.

I turned to see him looking at me and grabbed the bottom of the shirt and pulled it down in attempts to cover myself, "Stop looking! Turn around, Pervert!"

"It's nothing I haven't seen before." He said nonchalantly, not looking away, only smiling.

"Excuse me!? It better be the first time Park Jimin! Turn around!"

He only smirked and said nothing. I let out a growl of frustration as I opened my drawer, got a random article of clothing and threw it at his face, "Don't. Look!" I yelled.

"Fine, fine! Just hurry!" Jimin chuckled, pulling out his phone.

"Don't even, Park Jimin! That won't work on me! Turn. Around." Jimin rolled his eyes and turned so his back was to me.

I quickly opened a drawer and pulled out sweatpants, I pulled them on and looked for a hoodie.

I hadn't truly forgiven Jimin, after all, I knew he just wanted to butt back into my life after that stupid stunt at the party. He was being flirty and touchy so I'd change my mind. I haven't even told him I got in touch with Taehyung. I didn't want to bring it up because it would only make Jimin clingier.

I looked over at my clock. It was 10am. The weekend that Jimin wasn't hungover for once. I had to find a way to sneak away from Jimin. I did promise Taehyung's mom that I would visit this weekend and I didn't plan to break that promise, but I knew Jimin was going to be hellbent on keeping me home with him today.

I sighed, grabbing my gray zip-up hoodie and pulling it on, thinking over my plan. I walked over to my bed, ignoring Jimin turning around as I grabbed my phone. I saw a few texts from Hoseok and Jeongguk swimming in texts and calls from Jimin. I unlocked my phone and began to look through my messages. Most of them were asking where I was. I didn't bother to open Jimin's, fearing I would feel bad. I did open Hoseok's and Jeongguk's. Jeongguk just seemed really worried about me. Hoseok, however, seemed angry at Jimin for not only getting me wasted, but also hurting me to the point where I left without them.

I sent Jeongguk a quick text that I was okay and at home and then began to type up a message for Hoseok.

"Yah! Why are you on your phone? Who are you texting?" Jimin whined, stretching on the bed.

"I'm telling everyone I'm okay."

"You didn't tell me."

"Because I needed time to myself for a bit, Jimin." I needed time away from you, Jimin.

"But we were going crazy looking for you!" I ignored him, trying to think of the right words.

I could either tell Hoseok I agreed with him, I could tell him everything that lead me to pull away from Jimin.

Or I could put on a mask, tell him I was fine and act like it didn't bother me in hopes Hoseok would get even madder at Jimin because he was forgiven, again.

"I'm going to the bathroom." I stated quickly, rushing to the bathroom to message Hoseok with privacy.

It felt too risky with Jimin on the bed, looking at me, waiting for me to pay attention to him. Yet it felt like he was looking at my face, reading my expressions in hopes to see who I was texting and what kind of effect they had on me.

I locked the door behind me and sat on my tub. I bit my bottom lip, mulling over my two choices. I erased the message I was typing out to send a new one.

F/n: Hey Hobi. I'm doing okay, I'll explain everything, just give me some time. I was going to take a trip somewhere today but Jimin just showed up. Hopefully, we can talk when I get back from my trip? I don't feel right keeping you AND Jeongguk confused.

I jittered, waiting for his response. A few moments seemed like hours. I hoped Jimin wouldn't ask too many questions. I also hoped Hoseok and I could meet in peace without Jimin trying to butt in. The notification sound of my phone went off, causing to quickly unlock my phone and open my messages.

Hoseok: Of course we could talk when you get back. I'm just glad you're doing okay. Can I ask where you're going?

F/n: I was going to visit an old friend in Daegu...

Hoseok: Daegu? So we'll talk tomorrow?

F/n: Sounds good. Now I just have to find a way to get Jimin to let me go

Hoseok: Does he know?

F/n: No. If I tell him, he'll only try to either come with me or not let me go.

Hoseok: ...

Hoseok: I have an idea hold on

I furrowed my brows in confusion. I heard a small knock at the door.

"F/n? Are you okay?" Jimin's voice was small.

"I'm fine! I just... feel a little like vomiting." I lied.

"Then open the door! I'll help!"

"No! Just get some sleep! I'll be out in a bit!"

I turned back to my phone, anxiously waiting for Hoseok to reply. When he finally did I sighed in relief.

Hoseok: Give Jeongguk and I 2 hours. We'll take him off your hands for the day

F/n: I owe you big time Jung Hoseok

Hoseok: the truth will be payment enough

Hoseok: Jeongguk said you owe him food

Hoseok: I want ice cream

Hoseok: Chocolate

F/n: DONE and DONE

Hoseok: Have a safe trip!

F/n: I will! Thank you both.

I got off the tub and opened the door.

Jimin was on my bed, scrolling on my tablet. He had taken off his pants and shoes, happily making himself at home. His head raised up to look at me, he gave me a large smile and waved me over.

"We can watch a movie until you fall asleep! There is a few we both haven't seen! I'll order us something to eat later!" I only nodded, climbing on the bed and laying next to him.

Jimin quickly put his arm around me to pull me closer to him. I rested my head on his shoulder, telling myself I just had to wait 2 hours.

Two hours exactly and Jimin’s phone began to blow up. Jimin groaned, pausing the movie and reaching for his phone on the nightstand.

“It’s Hoseok and Jeongguk, they wanted to come visit you.” Jimin sighed in annoyance, unlocking his phone and beginning to type.

“That’s sweet of them! Why do you seem so annoyed?” I asked softly.

Jimin’s eyes drifted from his phone to my face, a look of shock on his face, “Because! This was our night alone. We haven’t had a movie night in months!” I frowned.

I wonder who’s fault that was.

“Jimin, I think they’re just worried. I got drunk and wandered off and from the looks of it, you ran after me all night and didn’t stop. You need to sleep and eat, but you’re sitting in bed watching movies with me instead. They’re worried about their friend.”

Jimin let out a deep breath, he ran his hand through his hair as he chewed on his bottom lip, thinking my words over.

“Fine. We’ll meet them somewhere, get something to eat then we’ll come back and watch a movie, okay?” I nodded quickly in agreement.

Jimin gave me a small smile, his hand resting on my thigh, “Good, get dressed, I’ll be downstairs talking to your mom. She has to leave later tonight and I haven’t seen her in a while.” He rubbed my thigh then got up off the bed and left the room to let me change.

I hurriedly got off the bed and opened my closet. I didn’t want to wear anything too nice because Jimin would wonder why. So I settled for a light white longsleeved shirt and black suspender skirt. Simple. I left my hair down but made sure a hair tie was on my wrist, I pulled on some white shoes and got my phone. I tapped my call log to call Mrs.Kim again and waited for her to answer as I looked for my black purse. It was 12pm. I just hoped she wouldn’t be busy.

“Hello?” I threw open my closet doors and dug in the purse pile I had on my closet floor.

“Hello, Mrs.Kim, It’s F/n, sorry for calling out of the blue but I was wondering if it would be okay for me to visit today or tomorrow?” I tossed a few purses out the closet it hopes to find the one I was looking for faster.

“Actually, F/n, today is perfect! I have a free schedule! When will you get here?”

“I have to take care of a few things, I’m in Busan right now. I’ll be there around one or two? ”

“Sounds great! I can’t wait to see you! Have a safe trip!”

“Thank you, Mrs.Kim, have a nice day, good-bye!” I waited for her to hang up then threw my phone on my bed to look for my purse better.

“CHIM!!” I shouted, hoping to get his attention as I looked harder.

“STOP YELLING! THIS IS A NICE NEIGHBORHOOD!” I rolled my eyes.

“HAVE YOU SEEN MY BLACK PURSE!? THE ONE WITH THE SILVER CHAIN!? YOU ALMOST PUKED IN IT ONCE!”

“It’s in the entryway.” Jimin sighed, making me look up.

He was standing in my doorway, an odd smile on his face. I quickly stood up, holding one finger up in the air “PRECISELY WHERE I PUT IT!” I stated, puffing up my chest trying to be a superhero.

Jimin just shook his head and left to go back downstairs.

“STOP RUNNING AWAY FROM JUSTICE, JIMIN!”

“STOP SHOUTING!”

“Apparently, they booked a room at MU Hotel? Do you know where that is?” Jimin asked me as we got out of the bus a few streets away from Yongdusan Park.

“It’s more near the park, isn’t it?” I asked, starting to walk to the crosswalk.

I wanted to get there fast. It was almost 1pm already and I just wanted to leave.

Once we found the hotel Jeongguk gave us the room number and quickly made our way to their room. The hotel looked pretty nice and that made me feel bad. They must have paid a lot of money. I knew they both had jobs but it didn’t make me feel any better that Jeongguk had to be at work today and instead he was here. Jimin knocked on the door and it was immediately opened by Hoseok and his bright smile.

“JIMIN-AH!” Hoseok beamed in an adorable voice and pulled Jimin into a hug and dragged him into the room.

The room was kinda small, a small table with two chairs, two beds with one bigger than the other. Jeongguk was on the smaller bed, sitting down eating snacks, giving us a smile when Hoseok dragged Jimin in the room.

“Just in time! We need more snacks!” Jeongguk stated, quickly shoving the last handful of the crackers in his mouth.

“You ate them all?” Hoseok chuckled, letting go of a struggling Jimin.

“We didn’t get breakfast.” Way to make me feel more horrible.

“I’ll go get them!” I quickly stated.

“I’ll go with you, you can’t go alone.” Jimin said seriously.

“No, Hyung, you have to stay and help me with my studies.” Jeongguk rolled his eyes like it was obvious.

Jimin shot Jeongguk a glare then looked over at Hoseok, “You are the smart one.” Hoseok shrugged.

“I’ll go with F/n, you two study.” Hoseok pushed Jimin slightly to the bed and grabbed his jacket.

“Are you sure? You took a two and a half hour train ride here, maybe you should rest.” I suggested.

Hoseok only smiled, “I need to stretch out my legs anyway, come on.” His voice was calm and soothing as his hand went to the back of my shoulder and began to guide me out the room.

“I’ll go! Jeongguk is smart on his own! Plus, you don’t know Busan!” Jimin quickly called out.

“F/n does. Hyung, it’s only a trip to 7-Eleven, not a date.” Jeongguk groaned.

Jimin shot him another look.

“We’ll be fine.” Hoseok said simply, pulling on his jacket and slipping on his shoes.

His aura was completely different like he didn’t have the patience to act nice. Before Jimin could say something Jeongguk asked Jimin a question about his work, letting Hoseok guide me out the room and shut the door behind him. We waited until we were outside the hotel to finally speak.

“You should’ve told me you were coming here, I would’ve paid for your room.” I said quietly.

A smile began to form on Hoseok’s lips as he turned to look at me, “It was only 33,000 won, Don’t worry about it. Jeongguk needed a break too, you know he tries too hard. ”

“So what’s the plan?” Hoseok sighed.

“Jeongguk is going to get him to fall asleep, then you can leave.”

“What if-”

“He will.” I nodded, walking in silence.

“I know I said I would wait until tomorrow, but can you tell me now?” He asked softly.

I looked over to read his face. His features were soft, but he looked worried. I guess I looked too long because he spoke again, this time stopping in his tracks to turn to me.

“I know it might not be my business, but something changed in you and it’s not because of art. You used to be around us all the time and now we barely see you. With you suddenly switching majors, to the problem last night. I’m just concerned.” I was always able to see Hoseok’s emotions in his eyes, it’s a trait I loved about him, at that moment he did look concerned and sincere.

I took a deep breath, “The night before I switched majors was the night I carried Jimin to the dorms and called him a real dick. He… told me what we all knew. He didn’t like me and only kept me around for convenience. I was his lap dog. ” Hoseok frowned, I could tell he wanted to comfort me but chose to keep his distance until I finished.

I looked down at my feet, trying to explain it quickly so we wouldn’t be standing in that one spot for thirty minutes.

“I decided to be my own person and chose the major I really wanted. I told myself that I would slowly pull away. It was supposed to be easy since he ignored me most of the time anyway, but he noticed and is making it harder and harder. At the party, he told me he wanted to take my virginity, he didn’t want to date me, but he wanted to do it because he ‘cared’ about me. I almost fell for it.” I sighed, looking up at Hoseok’s face.

“Your virginity!?” Hoseok was fuming.

“He told Jeongguk and I that he was trying to date you or work something out! That’s why we helped him! At the ‘party’ there were drugs and some weird stuff going on but he felt like it would be good to take you there! That’s why we were worried when you left! We thought someone got ahold of you...” Hoseok took a deep breath to calm down before continuing, “We knew something happened that night you called him a dick. The problem started at a party and he wanted it to end at a party. Aish!” Hoseok ran his hands through his hair and paced a bit before speaking again.

“Who is this friend that you’re seeing? Is his name Taehyung?” I froze.

“How do you know Tae?”

“Jimin found the flowers and told us about him. Childhood friend. A real asshole.” I shook my head.

How did he even get into my room?

“He was a childhood friend, but he isn’t an asshole. He moved away a while back and we haven’t kept in touch. I don’t know why Jimin is calling him an asshole if Taehyung has done nothing wrong. I was going to get advice from his mom on what I should do, she always gave me the best advice growing up and I can’t exactly go to Jimin’s mom. I didn’t want to tell you and Jungkook because you all seemed so close, I didn’t want you to turn on me, or worse, tear you apart.” I looked back down at my feet, realizing how stupid it sounded.

Hoseok sighed, “You can tell me anything. You can tell Jeongguk anything. We’re your friends too, F/n.”

I smiled and quickly stepped forward to wrap my arms around his torso. I pressed my face to his chest and felt his arms around my shoulders, returning the affection.

“Thank you, Hoseok.”

“Hobi.”

“Thank you, Hobi.”

“You’re welcome, N/n.” I felt him kiss the top of my head.

There was a vibration between us that made Hoseok pull away, he held me at arms-length with a look of shock on his face.

“I said, friends!” I giggled.

“That wasn’t me! It was your phone in your pocket!” I laughed.

“Oh sorry, hold on.” Hoseok dropped his arms to pull out his phone.

“Jimin’s asleep. Let’s get those snacks and you can go… But walk me back first because I haven’t been paying attention to where we were going…”

I remember boarding the train and feeling a sense of excitement. It was only a 40-minute train ride, but time seemed to fly by. A part of me felt bad for leaving Jimin passed out in a hotel room when he wanted to spend time with me today. I pushed that feeling away, trying to be happy and excited.

Even though I'm going to see Taehyung's mother, I was excited to see her. I haven't seen her in years. I wondered what their house looked like, if they had pets. I wondered what his siblings would be like. If they would even like me.

I SHOULD'VE TAKEN COOKIES TO THEM TOO.

My eyes widened, wondering if it was too late to turn back. I sunk in my seat as the feeling of guilt washed over me. I was visiting a house without a gift! How rude and uneventful. I wasn't going to make a good impression and they would think I grew up to be a douche bag.

I sunk more in my seat and covered my face with my bag, hoping to become one with my seat and live my life as a train seat. I decided to text Taehyung's mom that I was close. I also asked if she needed me to bring anything. She declined me bringing anything but gave me the address to her home and told me to arrive safely.

After getting off the train I tried my best to navigate where I was going. I felt as though I was in a foreign country but managed to find my way. Once I came up to a house, I double checked the address and hesitatingly rang the doorbell. I shifted uncomfortably, adjusting my purse and looking around. The door yanked open revealing a woman who transported me back in time. She looked exactly like she did all those years ago. My eyes widened and a large smile broke on to my face at the same time an equally large smile formed on hers.

“Hello, Mrs.Kim!” I greeted, bowing respectfully.

“So-Yakgwa! Come in!” She grabbed my hand mid-bow and dragged me inside, not giving me time to greet her formally.

I was shocked, to say the least. She dragged me into the entryway where I quickly took off my shoes and followed her into the living room. The living room was very clean and well-kept. It was larger and more modern than I thought it would be. The large couch and the table in front of it seemed to have a color scheme of yellow. There was a pitcher of water, two cups, a porcelain jar and two small plates on the table. She steered me in front of the couch and pushed down lightly on my shoulders, a way to get me to sit.

I sat down and she rushed to the kitchen with a quick “Give me a moment!”

I finally saw the small, slim vase on the table. It was towards the edge of the table. The clear glass vase held bright yellow roses and deeply saturated forget-me-not flowers. The colors both clashed and worked together perfectly. I reached out, caressing the striking blue flowers with my fingertips, admiring the beauty of both flowers.

I could hear the doorbell ring and saw Taehyung’s mother quickly rush from somewhere to the door so fast I wondered if she was a track star. Out of my view, I heard her talking to someone in hushed whispers. The whispers were getting harsher and my curiosity grew. I stood up and walked over to the entryway slowly. As the two people slowly came into view I saw Taehyung’s mother talking to a man. Beautiful tanned skin, V-shaped face, brown hair. Despite his whispering, his voice was deep and smooth like honey. He was holding her wrists, panic in his features.

“Mrs.Kim? Is everything okay?” I asked softly, even if he was holding on to her lightly, I felt a little put-off.

The man’s eyes widened and he slowly looked up. I got a better look at his face and felt my heart skip a beat. He had the perfect uneven eyes, the beauty marks under his eye, on the tip of his nose, on his bottom lip, I began to spot more the longer I looked and instantly knew who I was staring at. He was staring back, equally as shocked and lost.

“Well! Would you look at the time! I have to go visit your father and then pick up your brother! Why don’t you two catch up?” Mrs.Kim stated quickly, grabbing her purse and moving past Taehyung, opening the door and stepping out.

The panic in my features must have caused Taehyung to snap out his trance and he quickly spun around, trying to keep his mother from closing the door, but failed to do so. He quickly opened the door and called for his mother, running out to catch her.

Well, this was fantastic. I came to talk to her and get advice but didn’t get that at all. I sighed, looking around for a few moments before deciding to leave before this all got too awkward. However, as I was about to put on my shoes the door opened, Taehyung hesitantly stepping in. We looked at each other for a few seconds. He rubbed the palms of his hands on the sides of his thighs before finally speaking.

“D-…Do you want to go to the living room? With me? This wasn’t planned… by me. But I’d still like to catch up, if you want to.”

I chewed on my bottom lip, looking down before nodding. We both removed our shoes (my one shoe) and put on the slippers. We shyly walked to the living room. I found my spot on the couch and he found his on the other end. We sat in awkward silence. Our eyes wondering around the room, wondering what topic to bring up or how to ease the tension. My eyes landed on the flowers, which caused me to smile softly.

“Thank you for the flowers by the way. They honestly made my day. I hope they are still in my dorm… and no one touched them.” I said the last part dryly, hoping once Jimin saw the flowers he wasn’t a brat about it and threw them.

I saw one of my favorite smiles grace his features.

“Thank you for the cookies! I haven’t had them in years! I almost didn’t want to share.” He chuckled leaning forward to pour us both water.

He sat back, taking a drink. My head tilted lightly as I looked over his features, “I wasn’t wrong when I said ‘honey dipped’, you look beautiful.”

Taehyung made a noise of distress then suddenly he was coughing up water.

“Are you okay!? Sorry! I didn’t know you would react that way!” I giggled in remorse, scooting a little closer. Worried I almost murdered my childhood friend.

Taehyung quickly shook his head muttering a small, “It’s okay. I’m fine!”

I held my hands up, “No more flirting. Promise. I’ll give you a warning next time… maybe.” Taehyung chuckled a bit before taking a sip of his water.

I was curious so I opened the jar. I stuck my hand in, blindly feeling around. I heard a crinkle sound as my fingers grazed plastic. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. I felt the small packaging and pulled it out, revealing the individually wrapped flower-shaped cookie. Taehyung and I both looked at the dessert for a few moments before laughing.

“Yakgwa, how cute.” I smiled, happily beginning to open the package.

Taehyung sat up, grabbing one of his own and sitting back, seeming to relax more. I popped the small cookie in my mouth, smiling at the familiar flavor.

“I need to make these more often.” I added, getting my water.

“…Does anyone call you ‘Yakgwa’ anymore? Or did it just die off?” Taehyung asked softly.

“Eh… It died off for a while. Jimin didn’t like the name too much for some reason so we never really brought it up. He has started calling me it recently though. I still don’t know why.” I sighed.

“Jimin? How is he?” I looked over at his curious features.

“Do you want a general idea or the long truth?” I questioned.

His eyebrows shot up. He sat up, his gaze never leaving mine. “What’s the difference?”

“The general idea, involves me telling you what I tell everyone, how old he is, what school he goes to, what his grades are like, if he’s handsome or not. The long truth… well, it involves me telling you everything about the last few years and why him and I aren’t on the best terms right now.”

Taehyung looked at the ground for a few seconds.

“Give me the general idea first.”

“Park Jimin is our age, as you know. He goes to the same art institute as me and he’s taking dance courses as his major and illustration As his minor. He’s at the top of most of his classes. He’s a talented artist and dancer. We have the choice to take a few math courses and of course, Jimin being the genius he is, takes them a few days out the week and has high grades in them all. He has a big group of friends, he’s well known on campus. He’s handsome and girls swoon. ” I sighed, getting another cookie to balance the bitterness coming out my mouth.

“Ah… He sounds great. He always drew great.” I smiled, looking over at the honey-kissed boy.

“You always had an eye for art, so you would know.” He looked down at his lap, big smile on his face.

“What about you? You don’t have any social media, any way to contact you. How have you been?” I asked, ready to genuinely listen.

“I have two jobs. I have my own apartment. I work more than anything, but I did want to go to school. I wasn’t sure where to go though, so I just decided I’d figure it out in time. ”

“A job is important, but getting an education is too, Tae Tae.” I saw his eyes light up at the name.

“I mean, there are plenty of things you can be! You liked drawing too! You liked to paint! You always took pictures! Since you like art so much, you can be an Art History major!” I nearly bounced with energy.

“What about you?”

“Huh?” I stopped bouncing.

“What are you majoring in?”

“Drawing and illustration. I love losing myself in a black sheet of paper for hours at a time. My minors are art history and dancing. ” I informed.

“The dancer, the illustrator and the photographer or painter.” He sighed, a smile on his face, gazing at the ceiling.

“I’m not sure of your situation, but you can always apply to our institute in Seoul. The semester just started and there should be a few spots available. You make your own schedule and there isn’t too much pressure to turn in assignments that don’t contribute to your major. You can come and go from the campus as you please and parties are actually okay. It’s calm and not stressful.” I proposed.

“Maybe. It does sound nice. I’ll have to take care of a few things here first.” I nodded, looking back to the flowers and silence filled the room.

“What’s the long truth?”

I decided to not tell Taehyung the long truth, instead deciding to tell him we just got into a fight. I wanted Taehyung to at least meet Jimin first before I said anything. I wasn’t sure if I even should. I was just going to leave, but Taehyung insisted he take me out to eat first. We cleaned up the living room table and left his mother’s house. We wondered a bit, talking about nothing in general. What our favorite colors were. If what our favorite toppings on toast were. We gave each other light-hearted questions and even bickered a bit over a meal we ordered from a small restaurant.

“You cannot tell me a prince is better than a dragon!” I giggled in disbelief as Taehyung flipped the meat on the small charcoal grill.

“If you’re a prince, you have to learn how to fight BUT you’ll have guards and soldiers to do it for you! The prince can walk around without people being like, ‘There’s a dragon! It’s dangerous! Let’s kill it and make some shoes!’.” He argued, putting some garlic to toast.

“But the dragon is strong and badass and don’t need no guards to know it’s beautiful!” I shot back, getting a piece of meat and setting it on top of my cold noodles.

“Guards offer protection!” He began to cut up the pork belly.

“You’re a dragon! You’re your own best weapon!” I began to shove noodles in my mouth.

Taehyung only shook his head, chuckling. Seeming to be lost in thought. I continued eating, letting him have his silence.

“Yakgwa?” My eyes shot up from my food to look up at him.

He giggled a bit at my widened eyes and expression.

“Am I your dragon still?” I swallowed.

His eyes looked a little sad but hopeful. He seemed almost afraid of my answer.

I gave him a soft smile, “Of course you are. You’re the only dragon I have. You’re the only dragon I want.” I assured him.

“Promise?”

“I swear.” His perfect smile showed brightly.

Then my brain put the pieces together. I swore I heard the click of the two puzzle pieces snap together. Heat flooded my face as the realization dawned on me.

“YOU’RE THE MYSTERY CALLER LAST NIGHT!?” I accused.

Taehyung burst with laughter.

“Whaa?? HOW??? How did you even get my number!?” I asked, more impressed than anything.

“I know a friend from here who went to your school. I think he’s graduating this year. One of HIS friends is one of yours. Jeongguk I think? I got your number from him. I think Jeongguk called Yoongi to ask if he had seen you around campus and was freaking out. Yoongi thought the name sounded familiar and called me. When I told him I knew you he gave me Jeongguk ’s number. I called Jeongguk, I told him I would get you home safe and he made me promise to not be a creep. Then I called you. They said you didn’t answer when their calls so I was surprised you answered mine. ” He explained, getting meat and noodles, happily shoving them in his mouth.

“Wow. That whole night was a blur. ” I shook my head, reaching over for my drink.

“Does you missing last night have anything to do with Jimin?” I looked over at Taehyung.

His voice was oddly serious and even a little scary.

“Somewhat. It wasn’t all his fault if we’re being perfectly honest, but he did play a part. ” Taehyung only nodded.

“Well, now I don’t have to give you my number since you have it.” I sighed.

“Hopefully they aren’t too worried anymore.” I shook my head.

“Hoseok and Jeongguk know where I’m at… mostly.” Taehyung gestured his hand as he was eating as if to say ‘go on’.

“Jimin was a little clingy today and didn’t want me to go anywhere, but I promised your mom I would be here. So I called Hoseok and Jeongguk for help. Jeongguk got Jimin to finally sleep, since Jimin was looking for me all night and Hoseok helped me get something off my chest. I told Hoseok I was coming to talk to your mom about the things I talked to him about, which isn’t a lie.”

“Sorry about that. I was wondering why she was constantly calling. ”

“It’s okay! I caught up with you! Either way, this wasn’t a trip wasted.”

“Let’s get you ice cream before you go! If Jimin is anything like Jimin-ah as kids, they won’t want him for long!”

Never has a person been so wrong, yet so right at the same time as you, Kim Taehyung.

“No! It’s mine!” I giggled trying to move my ice cream cone away from him.

One of Taehyung’s hands was holding his ice cream while the other was on my back as we walked.

“I just want to try it!” He laughed, trying to lick at my ice cream again.

“No! You got strawberry! You have your own!” I argued, putting one of my hands on his forehead to stop him from violating my cone.

“But yours has cookies in it!” He whined.

“Then you should’ve gotten the cookie cone!” I complained, still trying to defend my cold treat.

I could hear people giggling at Taehyung and I as we walked down the street.

“But I like strawberry!”

“Then eat your strawberry!!”

I’ll admit Taehyung’s ice cream did look good. We went to a shop that sold ice cream that they made. I got a vanilla ice cream cone with chocolate chip cookie mixed in and Taehyung got the same, except with fresh strawberry chunks.

I sighed, “Fine! ” I groaned, stopping to keep my cone steady.

He happily took some, a smile on his face. He even got some on his nose, so when he pulled back I quickly used my thumb to clean off his nose, which only made his smile grow.

“Now try mine!” He insisted, moving his cone closer to me.

I gave him a look, but his eyes had an adorable twinkle in them. I sighed the leaned forward taking the sweet and tart dessert into my mouth.

“Cute~!” He cooed, making me pull away, my face flushed.

Taehyung looked around and sighed, “Stay close okay? I don’t want people to bump into you.” He explained, putting his hand on my back to guide me to start walking again.

His voice went from playful to serious in a matter of moments. I wondered what he saw while he was looking around that made his mood change.

As we walked more the closer we got. Eventually, we ended up in front of his apartment building without even talking about it, he escorts me inside. We made our way up the stairs in the building, laughing and talking more about nonsense. He only stops to enter his code into his door.

“This building is really nice.” I exclaimed, looking around in aw at the clean white walls.

There was even a table and two chairs at the end of the hall by a window.

“The building is nice, but most of the people in it aren’t.” Taehyung grumbled, opening the door.

As soon as he opened the door I saw a ball of fur on the floor. I thought Taehyung might have dropped a scarf or something, that was until the ‘scaf’ shook.

“Tan-ah!” Taehyung cooed, bending down to scoop up the little fur ball.

“How did you get out your pen?” He asked the ball of fur who had a tail to wag.

The entryway was pretty small but there were two double doors closing the space off. The doors were slightly open, I was assuming it was the fluffball’s doing.

“This is Yeontan!” Taehyung turned to me, beaming.

“Hello, Yeontan! Aren’t you adorable?” I giggled, scratching behind Yeontan’s ears.

“I’ll go put him in his pen and we can talk more!” Taehyung smiled, using his shoulder to push open the doors.

I quickly took off my shoes and followed. The kitchen off to the left and the living room to the right. The apartment was pretty big for just one person. There was a couch pushed up against the wall, small table in the center in front of a large TV. Yeontan’s pen was next to the large windowed wall that had a door that leads to a balcony. The kitchen was pretty open and was decent sized.

“…Do you have a roommate or?” I asked, trying to hold in my amazement.

Taehyung put Yeontan in the metal pen and closed it. He turned to look at me, a little confused.

“No. Just me. Why? Do you see someone!??” Taehyung quickly went to the hallway across from me to check.

“No, it’s just, this apartment is a little big.” Taehyung let out a breath of relief and turned to me, an amused expression on his face.

“I know. It feels open, like I can breathe. It’s a 3 bedroom! I have an extra bed if you ever need to get away for a few days!” He proposed, walking to the kitchen and opening the window.

“…Are you a hitman or something?? How can you afford this!?!?” Taehyung laughed.

“I work two jobs. They pay well. I help out my family sometimes, but most of my money I save.” He shrugged.

“I doubt that.” Taehyung opened his fridge and handed me a soda.

He sat on the couch and patted the space beside him, “Let’s watch something!”

That’s how it was. I sat on his couch, Yeontan on my lap eating popcorn from the bowl Taehyung was holding. I don’t even know how long we stayed like that. The only time Taehyung got up was to refill the popcorn bowl and get us more drinks. There were times when he would scoot closer and I would too. I was surprised how fast we got to know each other and how quickly I become comfortable with him. During the binge watch of a drama, my phone went off. I absentmindedly leaned forward to get my phone, not bothering to look at my phone’s screen. I looked down for a split second to see where my ‘answer’ button was then answered the call.

“Hello?”

“F/n?? Where are you!? Hoseok and Jeongguk won’t tell me!” It was Jimin’s voice, I would hear his hurried footsteps against concrete.

I quickly sat up.

“Jimin? When did you wake up??” I questioned.

“A few minutes ago, what does it matter!? Where are you?” I bit my bottom lip as Taehyung paused the TV and looked over at my panicked state.

“That doesn’t matter either. I’ll try to be home within an hour or two, okay?”

“…What do you mean? Are you on the bus? You should’ve waited for me if you wanted to explore Busan, N/n.” Jimin seemed to stop running.

“We’ll explore together tomorrow?”

“Sounds good. We’ll go to some of the markets! We’ll go to the beach! We’ll go where ever you want to!” I could hear the slight pain in his voice that made a small ping of pain go to my heart.

“Chim?”

“Yes, N/n-ie?”

“Are you okay? Do we need to talk?” I asked, my voice caring and soft.

“…Yeah, we do. I’m sorry. We’ll talk when you get home. Have a safe trip back to Busan.” And with that, he hung up.

“I’ll walk you to the station.” Taehyung stated, standing up and extending his hand for me to take.

Jimin knew I wasn’t in Busan. What else did he know? Why was he saying sorry? And why did I feel terrified to have a conversation with him?

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and i will hold onto you

Title: and i will hold onto you

Rating: PG

Pairing: Nora Darhk/Ray Palmer aka Darhkatom

Warnings: It sad

Summary/Notes: It's the anniversary of Anna Loring, Ray's late fiancee's, death and this year it's hitting Ray harder than it ever has. This time he has Nora there to comfort him.

I’m so sorry I fell behind on these! I had some personal health problems come up but I am going to try and catch up! This one is extra long! Enjoy!

Day thirteen of 25 days of Darhkatom! Feel free to click the through the tag to see the others! Basically, I will be posted all loosely related (unless stated otherwise) fics for 25 days straight!

Ray, eternal sunshine, always smiling, Palmer was quiet on what Nora thought was a beautiful day in May. Anachronism activity had been light and so the Legends decided on a little shore leave. Ray still had an apartment in Star City so they decided to go there. Nora was surprised to see Ray relieved to spend time away from the other Legends and yes they were insufferable at times but she also knew that Ray and the Legends were thicker than any blood ties that he formed with this family.

She followed him up to his apartment with their belongings and walked in behind him. When Nora got to the bedroom she placed her bag on one side of his bed and she sighed. Something was wrong with Ray. She walked back out to the living room and saw him staring out one of the floor to ceiling windows. She came up behind him and wrapped her arms around his middle and pressed her cheek to his back.

“Hey… what’s on your mind, babe?”

Ray turned so he could wrap and arm around Nora and she snuggled into his side. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head and sighed. “It’s nothing, I’m sorry I’ve been quiet, just trying to adjust to being back here.”

“Yeah, I guess it has been a while for you, huh?” She closed her eyes as he absently stroked her hair. “Do you want to go out and get lunch or maybe or in or cook? I’m up for anything.”

Ray nodded. “Yeah, we can order in.” He broke away in search of takeout menus and left Nora at the window.

Nora wrapped her arms around herself and sighed. He was still hiding something from her.

It wasn’t like Ray to put up walls like this. Usually he was knocking hers down. She walked back into the bedroom and was putting books on the bedside table when she knocked a frame off the nightstand. She heard it thud gently onto the carpet and picked it up. It was a woman, about her height, with kind brown eyes, brown hair, smiling standing next to Ray. She had her arms around his middle and an engagement ring glittered in the photo. Nora sucked in a breath. It was Anna.

She combed back through memories and factoids about Ray until she settled on one. Deathstroke had killed his fiancee in May not even four years ago… no it was four years ago… to the day. It was the anniversary of Anna’s death.

That’s what was wrong.

Nora wasn’t sure how to act being on the other side of things. She wasn’t sure the best way to approach him or if she should approach him. Maybe she should just let him sulk and be sad Ray Palmer for the day. Nora sat the frame gently back in its original place and continued unpacking her things. She walked back out into the living room to find Ray on the couch with takeout menus in front of him. She sat on his lap, trying to see if the affection would distract him and he wrapped an arm around her, smiling sadly.

“Hey… let’s order some Chinese and then we can watch a movie, okay? How about… Singin’ In the Rain?”

The prospect of watching his favorite movie with his favorite girl seemed to perk him up a bit. Ray nodded and called in their order.

Nora kissed the top of his head, sitting in his lap afforded her a height to do so, and carded a hand through his hair. Her boy needed a haircut. She liked that he was growing out to look less boyscout-ish but it was only getting unruly. The longer hair didn’t suit him as well as his shorter style. It was less Ray to her.

When they got their food, Nora queued up the TV to start their movie. Nora pulled out the thickest blanket she could find and draped it over both of them, something inside of her, knowing it was the anniversary of her boyfriend’s ex fiancee’s death, she wanted to protect Ray, his heart, and anything else to do with him and his feelings about today. She rested her head on his shoulder and started the movie.

They ate in silence as the movie played, Nora wanting so badly during the slower moments to broach the subject but she just couldn’t. They had shifted to sit only somewhat further apart and when Ray finished his food, twice her size as he may be, decided he wanted to lay his head in her lap. Nora had no problem with it. She carded her fingers through his hair absently and let him just lose himself in the movie, knowing that was probably more than she could do to help in that moment.

When the movie ended, Ray sat up and pulled Nora in for a hug. He squeezed her a lot tighter than she ever remembered him hugging her and she hugged him back. She couldn’t let him know she knew, she wanted him to tell her. He needed to be ready.

Nora watched him get up from the couch and throw their takeout boxes away. He muttered something about going for a run and that he would be back soon. Nora nodded and remained seated on the couch as she watched him disappear into their bedroom, come back out in sweats, and kiss her softly before heading out the door.

xxxx

She knew this went beyond any snooping she had ever done for a mission but she was just curious. It was four years ago but three of those years were taken up by being a Legend full time so who knows what she would find. She started with the chest of drawers, all his clothes, mostly workout and loungewear and undergarments. Next she moved onto the dresser and pulled open each drawer, trying to gauge if any of the belongings were Anna’s. She only got halfway through the dresser before she stopped. Something just felt wrong about this. She took in a deep breath, this would’ve been the place Anna and Ray would’ve started their lives, and probably had begun to before she died. Ray had probably attempted to change as much of he could without selling the place. There was no trace Anna, no ghost of her memory to find.

Ray had been gone for hours at this point and she was starting to get worried. The sun was starting to set and she hadn’t been in this city for over twenty years. Somewhere a very scared fourteen year old Nora Darhk had just been possessed by Mallus and even though she had met a very handsome knight and his team and tried to rescue her from her prison, she was still somewhere in this city, alone and afraid.

It was much like she felt now. She had never been the one to figure out how to break someone’s walls down and Ray was a seasoned pro at this point. She guessed that also meant he was an expert at putting them up. Nora looked out the window onto nightfall settling over Star City and sighed.

“Ray, where are you?”

She wasn’t sure how long she’d been standing there but she finally heard the door open and turned around. Ray. He didn’t look so good. Intoxicated? No. He’d be stumbling. High? No that wasn’t Ray at all. He just looked… broken.

Nora slowly approached him, not sure how much contact he wanted or needed.

“Ray?... Is everything alright?”

Ray simply shook his head. He sat down on the couch and Nora sat with him. She took one of his hands and stroked hair away from his face with the other.

“You said you were headed out for a jog, did something happen?”

“I shouldn’t have gone there.”

“What?”

“I shouldn’t have gone to the cemetery. It’s too soon.”

“Too soon for what? Talk to me.”

Ray shook his head. “It should’ve been me. I got away with just a couple of broken bones but she died. It should’ve been me, I was there protect her and I didn’t. I did the one thing I thought I was good at: protecting others.”

Nora stroked his hair. “You’re going to have to give me more context, sweetie, who is this about?”

“Her name… her name was Anna Loring… she was my fiancee. She died four years ago when Deathstroke attacked Star City. I got away with a broken leg but they… he just snapped her neck like she didn’t matter. But she did. She was the most important person in my life… I don’t… I don’t remember being this sad last year or even the year before… I don’t know why it’s hitting me so much this year…”

Nora shrugged. “I’m so sorry, Ray… I don’t know what to tell you. Before I could even really mourn my parents I was placed in protective services and told to forget about who I was before. I was Emily now and I was an orphan. It didn’t matter that my mom and dad had just died. So I had to lock it away. I didn’t deal with it for years. I think it’s okay to cry about this, she was important to you… you loved her and you were planning on spending the rest of your life with her. You don’t just get over that.”

Ray laid his head on Nora’s chest, the angle awkward because of his size, but Nora reclined into the couch to make it a bit easier. She continued to stroke his hair and took in deep breaths until his breathing was in sync with hers. She felt her shirt become wet and knew he was crying. She hummed quietly against the top of his head to let him know she was there.

“I know I’m probably bad at this since you’re the one with tons more experience at dealing with all of my junk but, I’m here for you, Ray… I’m sorry you lost her and know it’s okay to be sad about it. You can cry on me as much as you want, we can move to the bedroom if that’s more comfortable or we can stay right here. Whatever you want. I can make us tea or I can stay right here. You call the shots.”

Ray lifted his head up and reached to wipe away his tears but Nora caught his hands. She wiped the tears from his cheeks instead and reached for a tissue on the coffee table. She handed it to him and he smiled in thanks. He leaned in and kissed her softly and she smiled sadly as they pulled away.

“I think… I think that tea and staying here is what I want to do.”

Nora smiled. “I’ll get the kettle on.”

xxxx

They sat there in silence, both stirring their mugs to keep their mind focused on something. Ray hadn’t said much more but Nora knew to just let him be, give him the time he needed to reveal or not reveal whatever he felt comfortable with.

“Nora…?”

“Yeah, Ray?”

“Thank you… for… well… you were my rock tonight… this has been the hardest anniversary I’ve had. And I don’t think I would’ve gotten through it without you.” He took her hand. “Thank you, really, I mean it.”

“You have been there for so many things for me, Ray, I didn’t know exactly what you were struggling with but I could tell something was off. I just needed to make sure I made myself emotionally available. I can’t even begin to imagine how hard this is for you.”

“But your parents…”

“Died a long time ago and my dad died a hero the second time around. It’s… the same but different. I guess I know what you’re going through in the sense that I’ve lost people too, but I haven’t lost anyone that meant as much to me as Anna did to you.”

Ray squeezed her hand three times, “I don’t want you to think that because of what we have and what Anna and I had, they’re somehow in competition.”

Nora waved him off. “No, I could never think that. I know I can never replace Anna, I wouldn’t try to. She was probably very different from me and that helps me to know that I definitely could never replace her. I want whatever part in your life you’ll have me for.”

Ray pulled her closer and kissed her forehead. “Anna would want me to be happy… I think she would like you. You guys were very different yes, but I needed her for the part of my life between college and becoming the ATOM. But I need you for this part of my life. The part of my life that I hope is the rest of my life because I don’t want you to leave. You don’t just have a part in my life. You are my life.”

Nora leaned up and kissed him softly. “Let’s head to bed.”

Ray nodded and followed her wordlessly to the bedroom.

xxxx

Nora, now changed into a nightgown, was finishing up in the ensuite bathroom when she saw Ray come up behind her in the mirror. He was in pajamas too and wrapped his arm around her torso. Nora placed her hands on his forearm and rested her chin in the crook of his elbow.

“Hi.” She smiled, looking into his eyes through the mirror.

Ray buried his face into her neck and breathed her in. Trying to hold onto her impossibly tighter than before.

Nora let him hold her for a minute before turning in his arms and cupped his cheeks in her hands and kissed him softly. She broke away and tugged on his hand to follow her back into the bedroom. She noticed the picture of Anna had been moved to his nightstand and she got under the covers next to him. Nora picked up her book and began to read. She reached for Ray’s hand and squeezed his hands three time, glancing up at him. He leaned in to kiss her once more before laying down for the night, facing her, and keeping their hands clasped together.

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Our Room For Real Simple’s Idea House

Earlier this month we took the whole family (dog included!) up to Brooklyn for a few days to put together the space we’ve be designing for this year’s Real Simple Idea House over the past five or so months.

I realize there’s a lot to unpack in that sentence (especially if you missed our podcast episode or Instagram stories about it) so we’ll catch you up right here and show you the *almost* finished space. And explain what’s still left to be done before their big photoshoot for the magazine and tell you about how some last-minute curveballs actually made the room better. And tell you what they do with everything in the house once the idea home is all said & done. That’s a lot of ands, so buckle up because we have a lot to tell ya.

This is the second year that Real Simple magazine has taken over a home in Brooklyn, assigned each room to a different “designer” (there’s typically a mix of certified interior designers & bloggers & design TV personalities, etc) and then they photograph the finished spaces for their magazine (this one will featured be in their October issue). Here’s last year’s house which we loved following along (especially since our friends Jenny Komenda & Sabrina Soto each got a room in that house.

We were completely surprised & extremely thrilled when they asked us if we wanted to do a room this year – and they assigned us the “guest room/playroom” – which felt just perfect for us (we love multi-function rooms, especially when it involves balancing the needs of both grown-ups and kids… even if the family is imaginary in this case).

So since March we’ve worked remotely with the Real Simple team to make this room happen. They sent us pictures (like the one below) and measurements and floor plans, we sent back design plans and a mood board and a floor plan and links to each product selection. Everything had to be approved by their editors (they didn’t want a certain space to feel wildly incongruous with any of the other rooms and they also didn’t want duplicate or too-similar items or ideas from space to space) so it was a fascinating puzzle to put together from afar.

Once everything that we ordered had arrived in the room, we spent one marathon day putting things in place and navigating some 11th hour challenges that are inevitable in these types of projects. We didn’t get EVERYTHING completed (most notably our long white curtains were back-ordered so they’ll go up later – which will completely soften that industrial back wall so it looks a lot more like the rest of the room) but it’s around 95% done in these pictures, and the Real Simple crew will get it to full 100% before their photographer comes in.

And yes, those are our son’s feet poking out in the picture above and our daughter is laying on the bed under a blanket. We decided to make this a big family trip – mostly because we wanted to see relatives and friends in the NYC/NJ area while we were up there, but also because we thought it’d be fun for our kids to see us tackle this firsthand. It was basically one big “take your kids to work” adventure, and they both got into it and started suggesting what they’d like (our daughter even sketched out some ideas on her little magnetic drawing tablet), and they both served as “quality control” to make sure the beanbag was comfy and the rug was soft enough to roll on. In short: it was a ton of fun to have them there.

In any of these combo rooms, there can definitely be a range of percentages when it comes to the balance. For example, sometimes people have a playroom with a futon in it and it’s 95% playroom, and 5% guest room (that futon is literally the only guest room-ish thing about it, and it’s used very rarely).

In this case, the brief from Real Simple was to make it look mostly like a guest room, so any grown up would walk in and love it and want to sleep there, but to also work in some kids stuff – both hidden (in storage bins, baskets, behind closed drawers, etc) and on display (on open shelves, in lidless baskets, etc). So I’d call this room’s particular percentage 75% guest room & 25% playroom. When you’re tackling a multi-use space like this, do whatever percentage actually works functionally and feels right for your home (remember, this is an imaginary family).

As for pulling this room’s design together, I’ve been obsessed with this daybed for years, so it was the launch point for the whole room as soon as Real Simple said that a single bed was their preference for the space. Picture me punching the air and screaming “I GET TO USE MY DREAM DAYBED!!!!”

Daybeds are also great because they can function as both a bed (when it’s in guest room mode) and a couch (when it’s in playroom mode). We also balanced some other needs for both functions with some other furniture choices. A nice big side table with books & mags for a guest along with a reading lamp checks the guest room box, while some large lidded storage baskets on the other side of the bed checked the playroom box (see photo above).

The wallpaper was also sort of a happy accident too. The original wallpaper we had suggested was also very tone-on-tone and I had picked it because I LOVED how playful the pattern was (look how cute!). Since it was still an extremely neutral color palette, but the pattern was fun for kids, I thought it would be perfect for this dual space, but the editors worried it might skew too playroom so we selected this more affordable palm one instead. We love how the room turned out, but I still love the original wallpaper pick too – so if you’re creating a playroom or a kids room, I think it would be so much fun (heck, as a grown woman I’d like it in my space too).

I am just in love with that octopus, as were the kids. What is it about a big stuffed animal with a slightly dopey expression that steals your heart? Also, some of our pillow fills hadn’t arrived yet so that droopy bolster pillow below is stuffed with spare bath towels. THE MAGIC OF PHOTO STYLING, EVERYBODY! Also this large print from Juniper Print Shop was such a perfect solution (all the right colors, looked great with the wallpaper, and feels like a kid would love staring at it just as much as a grown up – in fact our kids asked us whose house it was – ha!).

daybed | wallpaper | art | pillows | quilt

Another playroom “must” for us is a table or desk that can serve as a craft/art/game space. This room had very little wall space (aside from the bed wall, it was pretty much all windows, closets, and doors) so we knew a floating desk or table was our best bet. A round table is always great in these scenarios and we knew our drop-leaf table would earn bonus points because the leaves can be folded down to make it more compact if needed. Plus there’s room for two blue-gray chairs that can be moved to any of the four sides of the table. Flexible furniture is always a win.

So we just hoped when we showed up that we could make it work, and we love how it looks by the windows. Imagine coloring or doing a puzzle there while looking outside on a gorgeous sunny day. Please also imagine my double wide white flowy curtains because all of that industrial black frame that you see below will be muuuuuch softer once they’re hung. I can’t wait to see the photos from the magazine because it’s going to be yet another demonstration about how curtains completely change a room. Stay tuned…

wallpaper | rug | chairs | table | beanbag

This room is also great because it had two matching closets along the wall to the right of the window above. Why is that great? Well, it was a no-brainer to make one useful for guests (their clothes, a suitcase, etc) and use the other one for kids storage (games, books, art supplies, etc). The guest closet is being outfitted by professional organizers (they’re doing pretty much every other closet in the house too, as well as the pantry) so our task was to tackle the kids closet, which we wanted to make open and accessible – and cute enough to be in plain view 24/7… so our first step was to remove the sliding doors.

I realize that “doors off” approach could sound counterintuitive since the fastest way to clean up for guests is to just throw stuff behind closed doors, but we’ve found that can also breed Monica closets (especially when toys are involved). Plus this is an idea house… how fun would this room be if we just had kids stuff hiding behind a closed door? So instead, we got to create this little nook full of functional storage that looks good too (the stenciled dresser is such a great piece that’s easy on the eyes yet super smart for storing things out of sight).

So at least consider creating some storage like this in your home, which can fend off the urge to shove everything into a closet, and instead create a manageable and simple system for things (both concealed and out in the open) so that you love looking at it. When everything has a legit spot to go back to after it’s done being played with, it really isn’t very hard to maintain (and even kids can clean up on autopilot).

Another example of this concept is the back wall of our bonus room in our house, where we have concealed cabinets for storing games and art supplies and puzzles and even bonus guest blankets and pillows for when people sleep in there, but also has fun open shelving so you walk in and see some playful and very functional items right out in the open.

But back to the idea room. These shelves were actually our biggest hiccup in the plan, and they’re what ended up taking up the biggest chunk of time during our install day. Our original shelves were backordered, but we didn’t find that out with enough time to order new ones.

Originally we were going to do colorful shelves full of books & toys, but physically being in the room that day made it clear that this wall needed some wood tones to balance out the daybed and the other lovely wood tones on the other side of the space.

HOORAY FOR THE COLORFUL SHELF DELAY! It truly was the best hiccup we could have asked for, because these wood shelves made the room turn out so much better than it would have if those hadn’t been backordered. After we arrived, we immediately began hunting for options that were in stock and available that day, and landed on these LISABO shelves from Ikea. And there was an Ikea like 15 minutes from the house in Brooklyn so we were able to have them in hand by lunchtime!

We filmed a whole segment with Real Simple about hanging the shelves (who knows if we were coherent enough for them to use it but we’ll share it if/when it comes out), and you can see that the more neutral shelves still ended up looking colorful and fun, thanks to the addition of some toys and books and blocks.

And I know the idea of color-coding your shelves can be eye-roll inducing, but it ended up being great for this tiny space. I wasn’t super Type-A about it. I just quickly tossed things together mostly by color… but there’s yellow & pink in that top right corner and orange & hot pink in the top left, so it’s not anything that took too long or was overwrought.

In fact it took us about 1.5 hours to hang these shelves (two words: cinderblock walls) but it took me like 9 minutes to style them. Not kidding. And the cool thing is that as people use items and kids grow and change, shelves evolve too. Open shelves aren’t a museum. Nobody has to painstakingly put things back the same way each time. It’s actually fun to try different groupings, and this rainbow-ish approach made our eyes happy, but the shelves in our bonus room have changed so much over the years. It’s all gonna be ok. Don’t stress. Just put things you like to look at on open shelves and hide stuff you don’t wanna see in concealed cabinets or drawers or baskets or bins. Truly, it’s a simple system that you can actually can keep up with.

A note on the shelves themselves, because they exceeded our expectations by like a million. I had never personally heard of or seen these shelves before (they said “new” on the Ikea site when John dug them up on his phone in that panicked we-have-to-find-something-today search) but I’m SUPER impressed by them. They’re very solid, relatively easy to hang (would’ve taken about 10 mins per shelf if we didn’t have cinderblock walls which required a masonry bit), and the wood tone is perfect. Blonde and casual. Smooth & expensive looking. But not.

And since we know keeping picture-perfect shelves isn’t realistic for all of your toys, we always like to incorporate some closed toy storage too – like the chest of drawers underneath the shelves and those large floor baskets across the room that we mentioned earlier.

Oh, I also think we need to buy a beanbag now. Our kids were obsessed with this one. Like the chairs were chumps. They both wanted to be ON THE BEANBAG AT ALL TIMES.

I’m so excited to see the finished pictures of this space in Real Simple’s October issue. Plus there are so many other amazing spaces that we already got to see in various states of near-completion, like Mandi’s master bedroom and Shavonda & Carmeon’s office. Speaking of which, we overlapped Shavonda and Carmeon‘s visit and it was SO. MUCH. FUN. to finally meet them both in person. We’ve been IG buddies for ages (you might remember that Shavonda talked to us about downsizing on our podcast last year) so hanging with them was the perfect end to an extremely fun day.

Plus Shavonda got this sweet picture of me and John where we look like we’re wearing one large black t-shirt with three arm-holes. If that ain’t marriage, I don’t know what is.

Oh, and as for what happens to all of this stuff and this house when the photos are taken for Real Simple’s October issue… well, the house gets sold and the furniture gets auctioned off for a good cause! I love that nothing goes to waste, and in creating such a fun space, everything ends up benefiting people who need a helping hand. They haven’t picked this year’s charity yet, but when they do I’ll let you know.

So thanks, Real Simple! It was Real Fun ;) #MomJokes4Days

P.S. If you’d like to see other rooms we’ve designed for a good cause, we loved doing this very special room makeover for a local family, this teacher’s lounge for a local school, and these three bedroom makeovers for three amazing kids.

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daybed | wallpaper | art | pillows | quilt

wallpaper | rug | chairs | table | beanbag

Oh, I also think we need to buy a beanbag now. Our kids were obsessed with this one. Like the chairs were chumps. They both wanted to be ON THE BEANBAG AT ALL TIMES.

Plus Shavonda got this sweet picture of me and John where we look like we’re wearing one large black t-shirt with three arm-holes. If that ain’t marriage, I don’t know what is.

So thanks, Real Simple! It was Real Fun ;) #MomJokes4Days

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Our Room For Real Simple’s Idea House

daybed | wallpaper | art | pillows | quilt

wallpaper | rug | chairs | table | beanbag

Oh, I also think we need to buy a beanbag now. Our kids were obsessed with this one. Like the chairs were chumps. They both wanted to be ON THE BEANBAG AT ALL TIMES.

Plus Shavonda got this sweet picture of me and John where we look like we’re wearing one large black t-shirt with three arm-holes. If that ain’t marriage, I don’t know what is.

So thanks, Real Simple! It was Real Fun ;) #MomJokes4Days

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“Cautious” - Part 4

(Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3)

My Masterlist - Here

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 3,985

Key: Y/N = Your Name, L/N = Your Last Name, H/C = Your Hair Color, E/C = Your Eye Color

Warnings: Some cursing, but nothing else that I could tell.

Summary: Bucky is now pretty much rehabilitated and able to be part of the group. He has nightmares sometimes, but not nearly as much as he used to. Reader was taken by Hydra and made the subject of experiments due to her having powers (something similar to the force, but not the force). The team rescues her after a mission and takes her in. She struggles with control sometimes, is very skittish sometimes, and hasn't talked to anyone since arriving at the tower. She only talks to Bruce Banner. Soon enough, Bucky takes an interest in her. Let’s see how this unfurls.

Author’s Note: Welcome to Part 4! This is a more lengthy part because I really liked this section and wanted to write a lot. I do write stuff like this to be therapeutic, and this helped. I hope others get enjoyment out of it. I have the next couple of parts planned out too. The next few parts are also going to be on the lengthier side.

This is my interpretation of the characters and the reader is one of my own creation. I leave the names and such open so you can put your own name and features in or you can create your own. I know this may not please everyone, but I’m writing this for myself. I hope people will enjoy this fanfic, but I know that you can’t please everyone.

I also want to say thank you to everyone who has shown so much support with the past pieces I’ve written. I didn’t expect to get such a great response from writing. I hope this storyline doesn’t disappoint!

Special shout out to @goodnightwife for being a wonderful beta reader and wonderful person in general! Please go check out her page for some cute fics as well!

If you would like to be tagged in any future pieces, please let me know! And as always, feedback is greatly appreciated!

- DreaSaurusREX

Tags: @luciebell-writes @goodnightwife @bexboo616 @bicrypt @mayfeather27

The team was loading their gear into the jet as you made your way into the hangar with Bucky. You wanted to say bye to everyone, even if it was just waving. Bucky went to talk to Steve, you saw them hug like the best friends they were. When Bruce finished securing his stuff, he brought you into a large hug. You had hugged him a few time before, but this was by far one of the best. He pulled away but held your arms.

“I will try to update you whenever we figure out our ETA back home. I have that comm link set up in your room. All you have to do is press the call button and it will direct you to me. If anything happens, let me know and I will do my best to help. I know Bucky seems intimidating sometimes, but I trust him to take care of you. He knows the consequences if he doesn’t.”

You chuckle a bit at that part before hugging him again and saying “I’ll be okay. Just make sure to stay safe, please.”

“I’ll try my best. I got the team to help too, they won’t let anything happen. We gotta get ready for take off. I’ll check in whenever I can.” He kissed your forehead and lightly squeezed your arms before turning his attention to Bucky, who was now standing a couple of feet behind you.

“Be patient with her, and keep her safe.”

“I will do my best, Banner. I’ll update you when needed. Be safe out there.”

With one more wave goodbye to the group, you and Bucky began your walk back to the tower. These next few days were going to be an adventure.

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A couple of days ago, Bruce convinced Tony to have your stuff from your apartment in Chicago be shipped to the tower. Since you were going to live with them now, it only made sense. You were still in the process of unpacking it all, and being on crutches didn’t help. Not being able to move with much in your arms was challenging, and you didn’t want to bother Bucky with such a small thing. Sure you had your powers, but they weren’t as strong as they should be. You were focusing more on healing and getting back to normal before really building up your strength with your abilities.

So you sat at your desk and began opening a box that was labeled “Electronics and Miscellaneous”. Your Navy Pier mug with your pens and pencils, a stack of your favorite books, some dvds, your laptop, and a few knickknacks. You pulled your laptop out and thankfully saw the charger next to it. Finding the extension cord, you plugged your charger in and waited for your laptop to boot up. The first thing you did was look at your music. You hadn’t realized how much you missed music until now.

Music was like your own personal time machine. It could take you back to a specific moment in your past or make you think about the future. It could make time fly by or just serve as background music. When you sang along, your thoughts weren’t cluttered or all over the place like usual. You were enveloped in the lyrics and the instruments. You were content, even if only for a brief moment.

You found a playlist of songs that sparked that flame again. You pressed play and began to unpack the rest of the box. At first, you were just humming along to the instruments, then you found your voice. While still kind of quiet, you began singing. No belting or anything, just soft singing in time with the artist. You were surprised at how much of the lyrics you actually remembered. At the end of the song, the box was unpacked. 1 down, 8 more to go.

Little did you know, Bucky had stopped in your doorway and listened in a little bit. He knocked on the door when the song was over. You gasped a bit and jumped back in your seat. “Sorry, doll. I didn’t mean to scare you. I knew you had a lot of boxes to unpack. I was wondering if you wanted any help.” He had that kind and perfect grin on his face that made you swoon. You thought about it and then shook your head yes. “Great! Just let me know what to do, boss.”

You realized that you didn’t have many clean clothes. This was going to be even more difficult if you didn’t speak. “Just fucking go for it, (Y/N). Just talk!” You thought to yourself before speaking out loud.

“Well, I need to find any boxes that are labeled ‘Clothing’ and hang that stuff up or put it in my drawers.” After finding two boxes of clothes, you tried to hang some shirts and dresses in the closet, but the crutches got in the way. Bucky put a hand on your shoulder and suggested that you just sit and fold stuff to put in the dresser next to your bed while telling him what needs to be hung. Being crippled sucked, but you were thankful for Bucky stepping in.

Once both boxes were unpacked and the contents were put away, you looked at your watch. 2:45PM. Bucky usually went and trained at around 3:00. He shouldn’t skip a day of training to help you hang clothes.

“Hey, Bucky? I think I am gonna stop unpacking for today and just rest. You don’t need to stick around all day. Don’t you usually go work out at this time?” You realized how creepy that probably sounded. “I mean- That sounds very stalker-ish. But I’ve seen the schedule posted in the hallway of when everyone trains. I know Steve is at 9AM, Wanda at 2PM, you at 3PM, and I’m just going to stop now…”

Bucky let out a small laugh before sitting next to you and putting a hand on your knee.

“You’re fine, (Y/N)! I know how observant you are. It’s not creepy or weird. I am going to go train though. As long as you’re okay and don’t need my help for the next two hours.” “I’ll be fine. I’m just gonna lay here and watch some videos for a bit.” A nap sounded very nice right now. You had been up since 4AM because of a small nightmare, but you didn’t tell anyone. You were going to talk to Bruce, but then there was the meeting and the sudden departure. You didn’t want to be more of a hassle in a stressful time. Plus, it wasn't a very bad nightmare, you could brush it off.

“Okay. I’ll have my phone on. Call me if you need anything.” And with that, he was off to get changed and train. As much as you would have loved to watch him (as you sometimes did when you were bored), your bed felt very inviting.

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The next two days were filled basically waking up, unpacking with help from Bucky from time to time while you found ways of using your powers to help yourself, and bonding with Bucky. You were getting pretty comfortable talking with him. He told you a lot about his life in the 40s and in the present time. You told him about your life before your abduction. You weren’t scared. You actually felt great. Talking and venting to him was amazing.

After these couple of days of unpacking, you were finally on your last box. It was simply labeled “Walls.” It had a poster from a movie premier you went to in your freshman year, some tickets from various movies and concerts, and a few printed pictures that you recognized from your camera.

There was also a colorful tapestry folded at bottom. You got this tapestry during your first week of college, you saw the colors and designs as an interpretation of new beginnings and freedom. Looking at it now, you could see your ability to determine auras was present, even if it was just detecting symbolism in art.

You needed to hang it up on your wall here. The colors still represented those messages to you, just not at a college level anymore.

Bucky was probably getting ready to go train, so you decided to try to hang it by yourself. Without even thinking, you knew you wanted it to flow behind the headboard of your bed. That’s how you had it in your dorm room and how you had it in your apartment when you moved. You grabbed some hooks that stuck to the wall and put them on your nightstand, then you tackled the difficult job of standing on your bed. Somehow you got up and stood up straight without putting too much pressure on your ankle. It was doing better, but still healing.

“There has to be some way I can make this work.” You thought to yourself. Adjusting your focus so part of it was on staying balanced, you felt your powers take hold of you. It felt like little, invisible, stationary cubes were lined around your body. They would shift to form to you, but they would be solid and not move too much. It helped you stay upright without putting your injured ankle down on your bed. No pressure on that ankle, no pain.

Once you felt secure, you kept this line of focus while also making the hooks raise up to your level. You placed one hook on the wall when a very loud voice broke your concentration and balance. You felt all of the invisible cubes suddenly disappear and you started to fall backwards towards the edge of your bed.

“(Y/N)! What the hell are you doing?!” Bucky quickly walked over to the edge of the bed in time to catch you. He sounded so worried, this was new. You knew he cared about making sure you were safe, but never to this point.

“I was trying to hang my tapestry. I was doing okay until you broke my concentration.”

“That looked really unstable. Just… Let me hang it up. I don’t want you to make your ankle worse.” Bucky sat you down in your desk chair. You’ve learned that there really isn’t any debating when it came to Bucky. You wanted to explain how you were using your powers to help yourself, but you were kind of tired from holding your focus that well for that long on your entire body.

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It was around 5:45PM, you knew Buck changed his workout time tonight to start at 6:00PM instead of his usual 3:00PM. So right now he was probably getting ready for at least two hours at the gym, a shower, and then dinner.

Dinner. You had an idea. You looked at a black and gold binder in your small bookshelf. You wanted to try your abilities again. The only way that you were going to get stronger and have more control over them would be if you practiced them more. It was just like the water bottle in the jet. You focused your eyes on the binder, held your hand out to grab it, and made it quickly move out of the shelf and into your hand. You forgot how big it was, so you quickly brought up both hands to catch it. Gazing down at the binder in your lap, you had a moment to be proud of yourself, and then began to go through it to try to find one of your favorite recipes.

As soon as you found it, you heard a knock at your door and a familiar face poke through into your room. You shut your binder so Buck didn’t see what was inside. He gave you a funny look but assumed it was nothing and spoke anyways.

“Hey (Y/N). I’m gonna go workout. Do you need anything before I head out?”

“Nope. I think I’m good. I’ll let you know if I change my mind. Thank you.”

With a flash of that great smile of his, he headed out. Time to get your plan in motion.

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When you left for college, your mom made a binder full of recipes from your life. Everything from simple chocolate chip cookies to the perfect marinated steak and veggies served with herb butter. Tonight, you were going to keep it on more of the simple side. Your mom used to make these chicken panini sandwiches that you loved. It was just putting a piece of fried chicken between two pieces of french baguette with this marmalade on it, then heating it on a stove top with some sort of press to make it as flat as possible.

You decided to try out your powers again. These new tiny squares were interesting. You got everything out that you would need and put it on the counter. You heated up the stove and found a cast iron presser to put on top of the sandwiches while they cooked. You had also brought your laptop out to play music while you cooked. You had a certain playlist stuck in your head. Why not listen to it while you work in the kitchen?

Once everything was laid out, you took a deep breath, focused on using your powers to hold you steady. You felt them start to line up around your leg and then make their way up to your chest. You left your neck and arms free for obvious reason. The moment of truth, you put your crutches off to the side. There you were, standing straight next to the counter, perfectly balanced.

After a brief minute of adjustment, you got to work on the sandwiches. You forgot how much you missed cooking. The enjoyment your got from the action, the music was easy to sing along to, and the general calmness of the atmosphere overtook your thoughts. You didn’t even hear Bucky go into his room to shower and change, nor did you hear him make his way into the kitchen.

It was a good thing your timing worked out perfectly. As soon as he came into the kitchen and began to lecture you about how it's dangerous for you to do stuff like this with no one around, you held a plate of food out in front of him.

“Did you make this for me?” He looked shocked but kind of happy.

“I don’t see anyone else around. You’ve done more than I ever thought you would for me, so I figured I should try to at least say thank you in more than words.” You pause for a second, taking a deeper breath in, realizing that you felt yourself slipping. The cubes shifting away one by one. “Please take it, I feel myself losing my grip on my balance.” You admitted.

As soon as you said that last part, Bucky took the plate from you, put it on the counter and grabbed your crutches. As soon as you touched the crutches, the cubes vanished and you suddenly felt so exhausted. Once you adjusted yourself on the crutches, he put his hands on your arms to help really stabilize you and shot you a worried look.

“You really shouldn’t have done that without anyone here, doll. You’ve obviously worn yourself out with how much focus it took to not only hold yourself up, but to also cook and such. That being said, this looks amazing. I’m going to grab us some drinks and then take both of our plates to the table. Go sit.” You tried to protest, but Bucky stopped you before you got a word out.

“I’m not gonna argue this, sweetheart. Go sit down.”

You sigh a bit and mutter “fine” under your breath as you make your way to the table. He watched you to make sure you didn’t fall over or anything. Truth was, you were actually super exhausted after all of that, but you didn’t want him to be right.

The first few minutes of dinner are quiet. Both of you eating while you played some instrumental music quietly in the background. It was a soundtrack from a show that you saw as a kid. You were looking down at your laptop to chose a specific song when Bucky looked at you.

You were beautiful inside and out. He loved everything about you. Getting to be close to you these past couple of days just made his thoughts and feelings for you flourish. But he also knew that you were still adapting to this new life and that a relationship would probably do more harm than good right now. He could also tell how much energy it took to do this, and all just to thank him? He really didn’t do much because you’re stubborn and try your hardest to do things for yourself. Did you really not realize that he was doing this all because he wanted to? Because he really cared about you? “(Y/N)? You know you don’t have to thank me for any of what I’m doing right? Now I don’t want to make this weird or uncomfortable, so I apologize ahead of time if it comes out like that. But I volunteered to stay here and help you out as much as possible. To be honest, when I saw you have that mini episode on the jet after we found you, I knew I wanted to help you. I remember what those bastards did to me, and I can’t even imagine what fresh hell they had at that lab. But I do know how hard it is to come back from that. I wanted to get close to you and show you that you can come back. I honestly want to see you grow and become part of the team because I truly care about you.” You honestly didn’t know what to say. He had taken you by surprise with all of that. Another example of you knowing that he cared about you, but you didn’t really know how much. You spend a few moments trying to think of something to say in response.

“That wasn’t weird or uncomfortable. I just… I know you volunteered for all of this, I know you care, but I didn’t really think it was for you. That doesn’t make sense. Give me a sec.” You thought about your words again. “I thought you were volunteering and helping out because you thought the group wanted you to or like it was expected of you. I don’t know if that made it any clearer.”

“I understand you. I also understand that what you said is the totally opposite of what everyone else thought. Everyone thought Steve or Sam would be the first to win your trust after Banner, and that my experience with Hydra would make it more difficult for me. I am pretty glad I can now prove them wrong and say that I beat Steve to it.” Bucky let out a small chuckle at his last remark. You smiled a bit before thinking about what to say again.

“I’m glad it was you first instead of anyone else.” Both of you sat there for a second, processing everything that was said.

After this pause, Bucky started conversation and asked some questions about your powers and your interests. He was really intrigued by the idea of auras. He asked about what auras the rest of the gang had and what they meant. You loved how interested he was and gladly explained to him what auras were and what everyone’s symbolized to you. You guys just sat there and talked for a good 30 or 40 minutes.

You let out a pretty decent sized yawn and then looked at your watch. 10:45PM. You needed to get some rest. After everything you did today, your mind and body were exhausted. But you knew you left a bit of a mess in the kitchen sink. So dishes, clean your face, brush your teeth, then bedtime.

“I think I’m gonna head to bed soon. I’m really tired.” You said as another yawn escaped your body.

“Yeah, it is getting pretty late isn’t it. Go head to bed, I’ll probably be up for a little bit, gotta do some work before bed.” Bucky grabbed your crutches and helped you stand up on them. Once you were stable, he placed his hands on your arms, leaned down to kiss your forehead and said “Thank you for dinner. It really was amazing.” Flashing that brilliant, toothy grin to you, he turned, grabbed the plates and cups, and headed to the kitchen. You followed.

You knew he was going to do the dishes, but you wanted to help. As soon as he saw you come into the kitchen, he got a sort of facial expression that said ‘Really?’

“What are you doing, doll? You need to get some rest.” He knew you had a good heart, but he wasn’t going to let you work anymore tonight. You needed sleep.

“Well, I didn’t want you to do all of the dishes. You do too much for me as is.” You started to make your way closer to the sink. Bucky stopped you about halfway.

“You cook, I clean. It's a rule. Now go, your room is that way.” Bucky pointed to the hallway and then turned towards the sink and started scrubbing one of the plates. You puff out a little sigh and keep moving towards the sink.

“It’s a stupid rule.” You hobbled over next to him at the sink and started to pick up one of the cups and wash it with the sponge. Bucky was wiping his hands on the dish towel before he turned to you. He had a small smile that was a bit mischievous.

“(Y/N), put down the cup and put your crutches to the side.” He didn’t sound worried or demanding or anything.

You were curious as to why he would ask such a strange thing, so you did what he asked. As soon as your crutches were leaning up against the counter and you turned around to face him, your feet were lifted off the ground and you were in Bucky’s arms.

“Bucky! What the fuck?! Put me down!”

“Since you were having a hard time finding your room and wouldn’t leave the kitchen, I figured I’d help you find your way.” He had that stupid smile on his face because your reaction was priceless. You thought it was funny, but you also were surprised and playfully angry.

He opened your door, placed you on your bed, found a pair of your leggings in your drawer and a tank top from your closet. He then quickly went back to the kitchen and grabbed your crutches.

“Now, you have pajamas and you’re in your room. I’m going to go do the dishes and you are going to sleep. I’ll see you in the morning. The team should be getting back tomorrow at some point. Goodnight, sweetheart.”

“Ugh. Why are you so wonderful, Bucky Barnes? Goodnight.”

He shut the door behind him and you could hear the dishes clanking and the water running a few seconds later. You changed into your leggings and tank, brushed your teeth, and went under your covers.

You were falling hard for Bucky. He understood you, he cared about you, and he was such an incredible human being. There really wasn’t anything to dislike about him. But you figured he wasn’t the type of guy that wanted a relationship. So you just kept those thoughts to yourself as you drifted to sleep, hoping they would influence your brain to come up with some enjoyable dreams.

Apparently your mind had its own plans for what you would be seeing in your sleep that night.

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Our Room For Real Simple’s Idea House

daybed | wallpaper | art | pillows | quilt

wallpaper | rug | chairs | table | beanbag

Oh, I also think we need to buy a beanbag now. Our kids were obsessed with this one. Like the chairs were chumps. They both wanted to be ON THE BEANBAG AT ALL TIMES.

Plus Shavonda got this sweet picture of me and John where we look like we’re wearing one large black t-shirt with three arm-holes. If that ain’t marriage, I don’t know what is.

So thanks, Real Simple! It was Real Fun ;) #MomJokes4Days

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