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bluedemon1995 · 3 years

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Stay True To Yourself!

I read a story about a girl whose boyfriend took her to a swingers party…but neglected to tell her! And of course, that story led me down a very strange rabbit hole until this popped in my head. Ummm, this one has a little bit of a more adult theme - so please read with caution! This is an alternate reality story- obv not canon.

Katie Holt sat in the car feeling a niggling sense of unease that she cannot dismiss as hard as she tries to shove it down. She tries to narrow down the cause, thinking and analyzing as is her nature. Is it because she hasn’t been dating Mark very long and he picked her up roughly an hour ago. In fact, if she was honest, this was probably the longest amount of time she’d actually spent in his actual company. Previously, it was mostly online chats then a couple of in person short lunch coffee dates. But they were maybe twenty minutes. Is it because they are going to a party and she typically does not enjoy parties? Or maybe it’s because he’s the only person she’d know from this party, and she hates being dependent on anyone. She’d much rather rely on herself.

Regardless of the cause, she tries to shake off the feelings and enjoy the moment. Live a little in the real world like Allura said as she was helping her getting ready. Actually, if she was honest, this was the second novel experience of the day since having a friend come over and help her get ready for a date was a first as well. Yesterday, when she absently mentioned that she could not go to the movies tonight because she was going to a Christmas party with Mark, Allura got so excited. She immediately made plans to go shopping and offered to come and help me get ready. She was honestly more excited than I was but it was nice to have someone care.

Which was nice because her mom and dad had a work Christmas party to go to and her brother was on a date himself. It was nice for Allura to come over and help her out. In spite of the make up, dress and dating tips, she had a good time. Allura was only a couple of actual years older than but in experience she was decades ahead of her!

This year, partly due to their project at work, she’s gotten closer to some of co-workers or team. It’s been a nice change since high school and college where she was mostly alone except for her family and their friends. She loved feeling like people got her sarcasm, her references well, just HER. It was nice to have people who made her stop working to eat lunch or heck, even remembered to check to see if she left work for the day. Slowly but surely her team had become her friends.

Which all leads her back to a few moments ago, when Mark parked and got out of the car, stopping at the hood to wait for her. He looks impatient but whatever, she needs to take a minute alone to get her self under control. Her nerves hit a high point but deciding this was as good as it gets, Pidge stands and walks to the him, impulsively reaching out and holding his hand. It was dark and snowy, she definitely did not want to fall on ice as they walked up! How embarrassing!

He seemed surprised by her hand but quickly pulled her close, “Hey so, this is a special party and I’d really appreciate it if you kept an open mind, think of it as an of it as an experiment.”

Pidge felt like a five alarm bell was suddenly going off at the conclusion of that sentence. FUCK! What was he talking about?!? Why would he say something like that now? It was akin to setting a bomb and saying, do not look at the timer.

While Pidge is having an internal panic attack they walk in-no knocking just walk straight in the door. She doesn’t see anything right off the bat that concerns her. There’s a table where keys were thrown, shoes piled in the front hall and music playing. It was a really nice house, set in one of the fancier subdivisions of the area. Pidge was trying to keep calm but she was annoyed that he’d state something like that as they were walking in the door! What about beforehand so she could of decided?!? And he really didn’t tell her anything, which is worse than knowing.

He takes his shoes off, she does the same. Hesitating, he turns and pulls her towards the kitchen. “Drink? What’s your poison?”

Pidge sighs, beer seems safe and not like she’s going to be drinking much of anything after that bomb he dropped walking in. “Beer is fine, I’d like light if they got it.”

He nods and goes towards the coolers lined up along the wall. Pidge does what she does best, fades into the background and observes the room carefully. The lights seem dim and she could see out the patio doors that more people are out there by the pool. She squints, maybe it’s the just the glare…but are those people naked?!?

Mark comes back at that time with a draft beer which means I won’t be taking a drink of it. Why wouldn’t he give me a bottle or can that I could open myself? I’m quiet and watch Mark take in the party. I wonder who he knows? Suddenly, I look at a pretty girl in a Mrs. Claus outfit who comes up to Mark. She smiles brightly, and proceeds to lock lips with Mark, wow. She’s actually impressive with her ability to wrap around him like a snake yet keep her hand with her drink still, not spilling a drop. I’m actually impressed! My eyes dart around the room, trying to gauge what the hell is going on here. Why would he bring me here if he already has girl???

Finally she breaks off and slides over to me, “Hi, Danni with an I, wanna make out?”

I blink, rapidly, “Um, no, I’m good, but, uh, thank you for the offer though.”

She smiles, “Okay! If you change your mind I’ll be around!”

She flounced away and I looked to Mark, quietly questioning, “Exactly what kind of Christmas party is this? Why am I even here?!?”

He chucked, “It’s a swingers party and you can’t come alone. You NEED to bring a date, you know for the numbers. C’mon, this will be fun.”

I look at him feeling myself turn red. “Wait a minute, I bought a fucking new outfit for this?!? I put goddamn makeup on! You fucking asshole! Look, I could give two shits about what you do, honestly, we aren’t involved like that but why involve me? Could you not find someone else to bring? For fuck’s sake!”

Mark stared at me, having the NERVE to arch a brow, “Cursing really? You know swearing is for people not intelligent enough to come up with a better word. Besides, don’t be a prude, look walk around and find someone you find interesting or hot. There are a lot of people here, like it’s not that hard.”

I close my eyes and as bad as I want to hit him, curse him out, I refrain. Oh, he will pay, just later when there aren’t about a hundred witnesses who can fill out a police report. I take a breath and walk away, back to the front door. I look at the keys, but they all look the same, how would I know which is which. I guess I could take them all but what if someone wants to leave. I step out to the front steps.

Honestly, this could not have happened on a worse night. I can’t call Matt, he’s finally on a date with his current dream girl and my parents at that work party. I close my eyes, take a breath to reign in my anxiety that is sky rocketing and first I try Allura. But, duh, she’s at the movies with Romelle and probably turned her phone off. Shit. My eyes fill with tears but I refuse to let them fall. I take a deep breath, trying Hunk instead another coworker. Straight to voicemail. Shit he might be sleeping.

I look at my contacts and realize, I don’t have a long list of people to call. I sit and sigh, okay no matter how embarrassing I could always get an Uber. I schedule one but because I’m so far it will take about an hour. I walk around to the back and sit on a chair in the dark corner of the backyard. Sitting, I let my finger hover over the last name to try. Here goes nothing. Hanging up I text a short message. What the hell do I have to lose at this point.

I sit. And sit. I don’t know how many girls and guys I rebuff but something about a person not wanting to hook up makes people want to hook up with you apparently. Jeesh, in my real life, no one wanted to date me now everyone was trying to have sex with me. WTF?

Sighing I look at my phone, and crap, it looks like all my surfing has killed my battery. Suddenly a very naked Mark and a different Mrs. Claus come up to me.

Mrs. Claus giggles out, “Hey if you’re nervous, you could totally hook up with my husband. He’s the hot elf over there, standing on the edge of the pool and hot tub. It will be fun! Then if we like, we could continue next week!!” She giggles a lot and I try not to be rude.

“Thank you for that kind offer, but I’m good.”

She shrugs, “Sure thing baby, but aren’t you bored. Marky said you were shy and um, a novice. Don’t be afraid.”

Mark turns and Pidge can’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. Only for some guy in his boxers to edge into her space. “Darlin’, you-me-, it’s written in the stars baby.”

I groan, “Nope. You misread them, thank tho.”

Usually once I say no, they just move on. But nope, not this one. “Don’t be a prude. Sex is very natural. It’s elemental. It’s like essential. You need me baby!!”

Really, that’s his line? I shake my head no, but now we’ve got a crowd. I hear people interject how I’m falling into societies lanes and I must be a virgin because I’m sitting by myself. Then I hear people say I should be grateful and oh my gosh, yep, I’ve been transported back to high school. Except I’m not a self conscious kid anymore and I don’t give a fuck what they think about me. But, I’ll be damned if I don’t respond. No one pushes me or pressures me to do something I don’t want to. And I’ve never just gone with the crowd cuz it was easier, not then, not now.

I hear a roar and suddenly all attention is lost on me. I decided to leave before my temper actually erupts. I quickly move towards the gate to get the hell out of here. I’d rather walk home then stay here. Fuck Mark and his party. I might actually brainstorm with Allura and Romelle on a way to get back at him. Something embarrassing.

As I walk away I hear Mark yelling my name, “Katie! Katie! Don’t walk away! You need to expand your senses and life. Don’t be scared. There is so much I could teach you. Don’t be such a prude!”

Laughter.

Well fuck him. Now I’m pissed. I’m not scared. I just don’t want to do this. Yet, who does he think he is telling me what I should do. As if. And what if he did this to other girls, who weren’t able to say no? I turn around and calmly but loudly state, while looking straight at him, “Look, don’t act like I’m the scared one. Who didn’t tell me where they were taking me. If this was a scene I was into, fine. And believe me, I will sleep with whoever I want. I just don’t want to sleep with you nor do I have anything to prove to anyone. But if and when I see a guy or girl for that matter, that I’d like to fuck, then I would. So, shut up, cause Marky you’re just not it.”

I could hear murmurs and then Mark yelling, and his feet slapping on the ground. Ughhhhh. One thing I could be thankful for is seeing him naked, cuz ick. He has no muscle definition and oh my God, I cannot wait to tell Allura how he looks like he waxes cuz he has no hair anywhere on his body.

I turn to walk away and see a guy who I have HAD the luxury of day dreaming about striding towards me with an shit eating smirk. Well, shit, of course. My eyes closes but it doesn’t stop my from seeing him behind my eyes. His hair is slightly matted from his helmet which means the roar must have been his Harley. He has one of his many black t-shirts on with his favorite leather jacket over it. His jeans are well worn and faded not those designer ones that only look used. He has on his riding boots, which of course give him another inch or so of height. Which he loves. Opening my eyes I see him about 6 feet away and I see he still has his riding gloves on.

I determinedly walk towards him only to hear Mark scream, his feet slapping, or at least I hope it’s his feet. He yells, “Yeah right, you prude-like you would ever-“

I reach said hot guy and say, “I’m kissing you in two seconds. One, two.”

I fist my hand in his shirt and pull him closer to me. Except he doesn’t move, so I look up into his eyes and arch a brow, he arches his, which causes me to roll my eyes and I open my mouth to tell him to go to hell when grins. With his hands on my hips pulls me into his hard body, throwing me off balance. I slip my arms around him lift my head and his lips slam onto mine. Ok, point proven. Yet, as I lean back to break the kiss, I feel two arms encompass me, hold me close and reposition me.

His mouth re-angles on mine, I feel myself lifted on my tip toes. Omg, the heat of his body is amazing. I didn’t even realize I was cold sitting out here but against his body I felt like was next to a heater. His tongue pushes past my lips and, well, I stopped thinking for a full minute, hell maybe minutes. It was that good of a kiss. Shit. His tongue stroked mine, made me shiver and then he nipped my lip causing a groan. I literally could feel him smile and I was going to move back when his hand fisted in my hair and he started to kiss my neck and holy crap! I think my knees buckled but it didn’t matter because he picked me up and my legs were suddenly wrapped around his waist. His hands were supporting my weight but I think they were actually under my dress. My hands were in his hair and digging into his shoulder respectively. Well. Hell.

I don’t know how long that went on for when suddenly I hear Mark right next to us yelling, “That’s enough.”

Slowly pulling back, his gravelly voice questions, “Outta here or are we continuing the show? Just to be clear, I’m good with either decision.” He then arches that fucking brow.

Face flaming, I whisper, “Let’s go. Please.”

Eyes on me, he nods. “What’s asshole’s name?”

“Mark.”

Nodding he raises his voice, “Hey Mark, fuck off and if I ever see you again, you’re dead.”

A girl in just a string bikini bottom steps in front of us, drawing our attention. Her hand is gliding down her chest when she looks right at him, throatily murmuring, “Wanna upgrade?”

He laughs, “Um already did. Let’s go Pidge.”

He moves his hands and I lower my legs. He instantly laces his fingers with mine and pulls me to the path back to the front. “Keith! You can’t say that! You know about Mark being dead meat.”

“Just did.”

“Why, what, are you even doing here?”

As he places his helmet on my head and carefully tightens the straps, “I saw Shiro’s phone buzz, so I looked. It seemed like something that couldn’t wait. So here I am.”

Blinking I nod, “Okay. I said I had an Uber coming.”

“Saw, don’t care. I, um, didn’t like the idea of you being here when you didn’t want to be. So yeah, deal.”

“But why didn’t you respond?”

“I pinged your location to my phone and left. Didn’t think about it honestly.”

“What if I was gone?”

He shrugged as we approached his bike, which was on the lawn! “As long as you were safe.”

He then takes off his coat, slipping it around my shoulders, “Arms in, it’s cold when we start moving.” Eyes on her legs, fingers play with her skirt, brushing her thighs. “I can’t do anything about your legs though. Let me know if you need a break. We can stop as often as you need.”

I nod, and as we drive into the night, my arms tight around his waist, I can’t help but smile. Keith Fucking Kogane. Damn this boy can kiss. Maybe there is hope for my love life after all. I feel his hand cover my hand on his abdomen, squeeze and drift down to my leg. I squeeze him a little tighter and I know it’s just my imagination but I swear I can hear his laughter.

My hero.

#katie holt #keith kogane #kidge #alternate realities

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ft-dads-au · 3 years

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Spellbound - Chapter 3

A collaboration by @mdelpin and @oryu404

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Chapter 3

October 14, 2012

Ever since Sting had accepted his impulsive invitation to study for the upcoming midterms at his house, Rogue had felt like time had slowed to a crawl. Not even his gig in Clover the previous evening had done anything to curb that feeling. And now that the time had finally come, all his excitement seemed to have turned into an insecurity he wasn’t familiar with.

He knew that most of their time together would be spent studying for exams, but he couldn’t help the hope that something more might develop in the moments in between. It certainly didn’t hurt to make an effort. But what if his neatness drove Sting crazy? Or he managed to insult him somehow? Or Gods, what if he’d been reading the signals all wrong, and he ended up throwing himself at the guy only to find he wasn’t interested? He’d had plenty of chances to kiss him and had taken exactly zero of them.

He’d worked himself up the whole drive down to the University.

By the time Sting got into the car, Rogue was a tangle of nerves. They spent the ride home discussing which midterms they would be studying for and agreeing to relax for the remainder of the day before they got started. While the thought of starting off their week together with a lazy Sunday was precisely the type of thing he’d been hoping for, it also put pressure on him to have everything go right.

“Thanks again for letting me stay,” Sting huffed as he carried his duffel bag and oversized, filled to the brim backpack into the house, refusing Rogue’s offer to help.

“Yeah, no problem,” Rogue tossed his keys on the kitchen counter. Feeling suddenly shy and not wanting to show it, he led Sting to Gray’s old room so he could drop off his stuff.

Sting followed him, dumping his bags unceremoniously on the bed and looking around with curious eyes. “That’s your brother, right?” Sting asked, pointing at a family picture that was hanging on the wall. “I feel like I’ve seen him before.”

“You probably have. He’s been working as a model for a few years now.”

“He looks a lot like your dad,” Sting remarked before shifting his scrutiny to the collection of medals and trophies Gray had accumulated since he’d first started playing hockey.

“How about you? Do you have any siblings?” Rogue asked, scrambling for any conversation topic that might ease him out of his timidity.

“Nah, it’s just me. So, do you play too?” Sting eyed him with interest.

“For fun, but you won’t find any trophies in my room. That was Gray’s thing.” Rogue chuckled, “I just like to skate.”

When he was younger, he’d considered giving competitive figure skating a go. His dad had even supported the idea, spending hours building a rink in the backyard together with him and Gray so he wouldn’t have to drive them to the local one as often. It had been grueling work to get the hang of the moves, and while Rogue had been good at it, he’d eventually discovered things he loved more.

“I do have a nice keepsake from my hockey days, though,” he grinned, rubbing his finger over the scar that crossed the bridge of his nose.

“Oh, wow! That must have hurt,” Sting moved closer to examine his nose, wrapping him in the smell of that enticing cologne of which Rogue still hadn’t discovered the name. “Yeah...” Rogue answered absently, paying more attention to the way Sting’s lips moved when he spoke than he did to the words that came out. They were temptingly close. All he had to do was lean over and kiss them, but just when he’d been about to close the remaining gap between them, Sting had already moved away.

“Hey, you got anything to eat around here?” Sting asked, leaving Rogue to stare at him in confusion.

“Oh, right,” he blinked himself back to reality, “I put off grocery shopping until you got here, wasn’t sure what you’d like.”

“Oh, that’s great! I’ve only been to the convenience store near the dorm. I can’t wait to see what a big Magnolian grocery store has to offer!”

“Well, at least one of us is excited,” Rogue muttered, amused at fielding question after question on a place he usually tried to avoid. It gave him an idea, though. That adage about the way to a man’s heart being through his stomach could work to his advantage here.

True, he couldn’t cook worth a damn, but surely there must be something he could pull off to impress Sting. 0-0

The trip to the grocery store was certainly memorable. Sting had walked through every single aisle, oohing and aahing over items he’d never tried and piling them into their cart. Rogue had finally given up and gotten his own cart, not finding it in his heart to dampen Sting’s enthusiasm.

They’d also gotten plenty of looks from other shoppers, which Rogue had done his best to ignore. He hadn’t come up with any great ideas for dinner. Everything he’d considered seemed so involved. That was until he walked past the lobster tank and remembered how disappointed Sting had been when he hadn’t gotten to eat ”Sheldon” at that seafood restaurant.

He was pretty sure you just chucked the things into a pot of boiling water. Sounded easy enough to him. Feeling pleased with his choice, he studied the tank’s contents, searching for the two largest lobsters he could find, knowing both of them ate a lot.

Once he’d identified the ones he wanted, he went off in search of an employee.

0-0

Rogue had managed to keep the contents of the cooler a secret. It wasn’t all that difficult considering the amount of bags in the trunk. He was more concerned about where they were going to store all the food they’d bought. At least it was cold enough that they could leave the drinks out on the porch.

Not that he should have worried, Sting kept picking items out of the bags and shoving them in his mouth, making pleased noises that were driving Rogue crazy.

“Mhmmmmmm, these are amazing! Want some?” Sting waved a bag of onion-flavored rings under his nose.

Rogue grabbed a couple, realizing he hadn’t had them for years. “Oh man, I used to love these. I didn’t know they still made them.”

Sting finally noticed the cooler when it moved slightly from its perch on the counter. “What’s in there?”

“Oh, that?” Rogue replied evenly, feigning indifference, “Just something I picked up. I thought I might try cooking dinner tonight.”

Sting arched an eyebrow and promptly removed the lid, peering in at the contents. “You got lobsters?”

“Yeah, it seemed like you liked them,” Rogue shrugged, finding spots for the rest of the groceries.

“I do! My mom makes really good Lobster Thermidor.”

Well, fuck. What the hell was lobster...whatever Sting said? It sounded a lot fancier than Rogue’s idea of boiling the shits like a pack of instant-ramen, not to mention the fact that he’d set himself up to compete against Sting’s mother’s cooking. He didn’t know a thing about the woman, but he’d bet his life that she was a better cook than he was.

“Those are big fellas. Oh, wait,” Sting had picked up one of the lobsters to examine it, “I think this one might be a Sheila.”

“How can you tell?”

“Oh, uhm,” Sting chuckled, sounding embarrassed, “when I was younger, I wanted to be a marine biologist. My parents would take me to the aquarium whenever they could, and I learned a lot. Pretty lame, huh?”

“Not at all. I mean, if you want to talk lame, I wanted to be a figure skater at one point,” he confessed, encouraged by Sting sharing that with him. “So which one's Sheldon and which one's Sheila?”

Rogue listened with interest as Sting pointed at the tails’ subtle differences and revealed what they meant. Once the explanation was over, Sting glanced at the pot that sat on the stove.

“You’re going to need a larger pot to boil these.”

“Right.” Challenge number one, where the heck did his mom keep the big pots? Rogue opened the cabinets, searching for anything bigger than the one he used to boil pasta.

“I’ll be right back,” he went to the basement, remembering his mother sometimes sent him there to find appliances she didn’t use all the time, and heaving a sigh of relief when he saw a pot big enough to bathe in. Okay, maybe not quite that big, but it should be enough for two lobsters.

And while he was down there, he took the opportunity to do a quick google search on how to cook lobster thermostat. Thermidor. Whatever. It turned out that it would involve cooking as well as broiling, which was even worse than he’d imagined, and the long list of ingredients wasn’t exactly reassuring either. But it was that list that turned out to be his saving grace, as he was sure he didn’t have everything on it. Oh no, such a shame, he smirked to himself as he continued to look for a less intimidating lobster recipe.

“Everything okay down there?”

Crap!

“Yeah, found one,” Rogue called out, putting his phone away and lugging his discovery up the stairs.

He’d washed the pot, filling it with water and as much salt as he dared, and then setting it on the stove to boil. They’d talked about watching a movie after dinner, and Sting had left him in the kitchen while he’d gone to Gray’s room, determined to set up his work area, as he called it, for the next day.

And now, Rogue found himself facing his next challenge. Once the water had come to a rolling boil, he’d grabbed one of the lobsters, ready to plunge it into the pot, when he’d made one fatal mistake. He’d looked into its eyes.

No matter how much he told himself that the thing wasn’t intelligent, he just couldn’t find it in himself to kill it. And as he stared into the eyes of the crustacean he’d condemned to death, Rogue couldn’t help but think of how much simpler his life had been before he’d decided he wanted something more from his relationships.

“What are you doing?”

There was no mistaking the amusement in Sting’s voice, and it both irritated and humiliated him. It had been his bright idea to do this, and he couldn’t even go through with it.

‘“It was staring at me,” he murmured.

Sting chuckled but took pity on him, “Here, I’ll do it.”

He grabbed the lobster and asked for some scissors. He snipped the bands off its claws and lowered it into the pot carefully, repeating the procedure with the second one before placing the lid on the pot. There was an awful noise that followed, making it sound like the lobsters were screaming.

Rogue shuddered.

“Relax, it’s not what it sounds like,” Sting assured him, “Lobsters don’t have lungs or even vocal cords. It’s just air escaping through their shells.” “Whatever. The damn things better taste good,” Rogue pouted, still displeased by the way his plan was failing so far. But hey, the lobsters were boiling away now, and he’d found a cooking time table online, so there wasn’t much that could go wrong from here. “I guess that depends on the sauce or seasoning.”

Oh, for fuck’s sake. His face must have mirrored his frustration because once again, he heard the sound of Sting’s laughter. “It doesn’t have to be anything complicated. Oh, actually! We got mac and cheese, right?”

“Mac and cheese? With lobster?”

“Yeah! My mom used to make that for me when I was little. Well, she made it from scratch,” Sting admitted, “but this will be good too!”

By this point, Rogue just wanted to be done with the whole thing, so the idea of at least being able to make something he knew he couldn’t fuck up cheered him immensely. He walked over to the pantry and moved stuff around until he’d found the family size box of mac and cheese they’d bought and set about preparing it.

The timer went off, and he watched as Sting used tongs to take out the lobsters, which had turned a promising shade of bright red. He lay them on a cutting board and let them sit while he searched for a knife.

Rogue turned away as the sounds of Sting removing the meat from the shell revolted him. He busied himself with his task, trying not to think about what was happening.

“Do I have to do anything differently?”

“Nope, just let me know when it’s ready.”

Sting walked to the porch, grabbed two beers, opened them, and handed one over to Rogue, that amused smirk never far from his face. Once the mac and cheese was done, all they had to do was add the lobster meat, top it off with some breadcrumbs, and put it in the oven for a few minutes. In the meantime, Rogue began the process of cleaning the kitchen, pulling a face as he dumped the hollowed out shells in the trash bin and wiped the lobster juices off the counter. Although it wasn’t all that fancy, the dish that came out looked better than any of Rogue’s previous attempts to cook his own food. Not that he felt he had much to be proud of, as he’d mostly just boiled water and made instant mac and cheese, but cooking was definitely a lot less frustrating when he didn’t have to do it alone. Maybe they could cook together again sometime this week, preferably with food that couldn’t scream, move or stare at him. They settled on the couch, and while Rogue was browsing through Netflix, looking for a movie they could watch, he could tell by the moaning sounds that Sting had already dug into his food. “It’s good!” he said with his mouth still half full, “but you know what the best part is?” “Hm?” Rogue took a hesitant first bite, and he had to agree it did taste a lot better than he’d expected. “It’s that from now on, every time I eat lobster, I’ll remember your look of horror.” Sting dissolved into giggles, “I should have taken a picture!”

Rogue tried to glare, but now that it was over, he found himself laughing along. “Alright, but I hope you got a good look cause I am never doing that again. Next time we do this, it’ll be at a restaurant.”

“Deal, as long as we stop at the tank first,” Sting laughed at his pout, and it was arguably the best sound Rogue had ever heard.

He sat back, having found a movie they were both interested in, and feeling more relaxed than he had all day. The realization that Sting hadn’t been against the idea of a next time boosted his confidence enough to let him enjoy the rest of the night and to set him thinking of what he might try next.

A/N: 2020 was a really busy year for us. We participated in a lot of events and as fun as that was we've decided to mostly step away from that for this year. Unfortunately trying to match event prompts kept us from moving forward on stories we'd been planning on for months and we'd like to try setting our own schedule for now.

We've started the year out with a Works in Progress month, in the hopes that we can finish or move along some of our open multis, or one-shots we started but never finished. It will also allow us to work on some of the individual projects we've been ignoring for too long.

We've decided to expand on this story a bit more than we'd originally planned so there will be a few more chapters than we'd anticipated. We hope you enjoy this one!

#fairy tail #ftdadsau #stingue #update #fics

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chimmyboii · 4 years

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Monster - Part 1

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader (Featuring Kai, Sehun, D.O. Chanyeol, Suho and also Blackpink’s Jennie)

Summary: When vampire Y/N is face with the decision to turn a dying Baekhyun into a vampire, she doesn’t hesitate. However, her decision has consequences which she has to endure in order to keep the man she loves alive - even if he doesn’t want to be alive.

tag: smut, angst, fluff, vampire au.

Authors Note/Trigger Warning: please note that some scenes in this fanfic is particular dark. Some scenes may include: gore, rape and abuse. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION!

Also, please comment and like - it would mean the world! :)

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Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

The village was in uproar, people were screaming and running. I stood in the middle of it all; with wide tear-filled eyes, as I stared at the scene in front of me. Kim manor was on fire; orange flames spat from the windows, black clouds covering the sky. I felt someone come and stand beside me; I don’t look to see who it is. My senses already know who.

“I must admit, he has some guts,” he begins, laughing slightly. “For a Newborn, anyway.” I turn to him; the tears finally falling down my face. His red eyes are filled with amusement, his cold hand comes up to wipe away the tears from my cheeks. “He isn’t worth your tears, Y/N. Anyway, soon he’ll be nothing but dust.”

“No!” I suddenly yell, gripping his hand tightly. “Please don’t kill him. This is my fault. I wasn’t there for him – he needed me.” He frowns, eyes narrowed at my hand gripping his. I quickly let go and take a step back, fear suddenly flooding me as I mutter my apologies.

“What do you suppose I do Y/N? He just burnt down my fucking house!” He growled, grabbing my shoulders and bending down to my height. I whimper, frightened as I watch his eyes turn dark – almost black. He was angry, very angry. He sighs and looks at me; his eyes returning to their normal state of red. “How do you suppose we deal with this?” Turning back to the burning building, I sigh, knowing the decision I have to make.

“I will go to him.” I state, he continues to stare at me. “I will try to mend my mistakes.” His face softens, worry appears in his eyes. He shakes his head – his white hair falling into his eyes.

“That won’t be enough, Y/N. He’s broken – more broken than you and me.” Once again, tears well up in my eyes. “He is no longer the human, you knew. That man no longer exists, you realise this?” I nod, sniffing pitifully.

“I have to do this, Kai. Even if he hates me, I have to try.” Kai nods, but the doubt is still on his face. He looks back at his burning home, anger takes over his features.

“Well I hope you know by the end; you’ll be just like my house.” He sighs before turning away and walking into the chaos.

2 Weeks earlier.

I let out a groan as I struggle to carry the two boxes; my fingers burn slightly as I grip them tighter. I hadn’t fed in two days and it was starting to show. Kai had me collecting blood bags from the black market two hours away. Throughout the journey, I was cursing Kai’s name under my breath. Of course, he sent me instead of Sehun – his little blue eye! And to make matters worse, I have to walk all the way there and, on the way, back I would have to go through the town to get to the manor - without causing suspicion to humans. I made sure the boxes were sealed shut – no one could see in. I had just made it to town, when I felt sick. The smell of humans tickling my senses, the sound of the heartbeats ringing in my ear. I let out a puff of air when a voice stops me.

“Let me help you!” The voice chirped, turning around I’m met with the dazzling smile of Byun Baekhyun. My eyes widen as I look at the boxes in my arms.

“Oh! No, you’re quite alright. I can manage.” I exclaim, pushing the boxes closer to my chest in hopes he could see I was fine.

“Nonsense. I can’t let a lady carry these on her own! My father would have my neck, he would think he’d didn’t raise me right!” Oh, he raised you right, I dreamily thought. Baekhyun took the boxes from my arms, he grunts a little.

“Oh my, these are heavy. I’m surprised you could carry them yourself.”

“Well I’m stronger than I look.” I comment off-handily. Baekhyun just chuckled.

“So where are we off too?” He asked, suddenly I felt scared. Kim manor is not a place for humans, especially humans such as Byun Baekhyun.

“If you could carry them to the edge of town for me, I’ll be grateful. After that I can manage.” Baekhyun shook his head in protest.

“No, I’ll take them to wherever you are going.” Shaking my head, I once again protested – adamant that he would go nowhere near Kim manor.

“I would feel better if you just could carry to the edge of town. I’m meeting someone there; they can carry them the rest of the way.” I lie, Baekhyun looks at me for a moment before nodding, smiling once again.

“Okay Lady…?”

“Oh! I’m Y/N. Just Y/N.” I blush looking down.

“I’m Byun Baekhyun!” I know, I wanted to say but instead I just nod.

Throughout the journey, Baekhyun and I rambled on and on – discussing every topic you could think off. I laughed at every joke he made, he smiled happily when I did so. Eventually, our time together came to an end – far too quickly for my liking. As we got to the end of the town, Baekhyun places the boxes on the stone wall, next to the towns sign.

“Well, I believe this is our stop.” Baekhyun smiled, once again leaving me breathless. I nod, looking down at my feet. All the sudden feeling shy and awkward.

“Thank you, Baekhyun. I really appreciate it.” I wanted to offer him something to show my gratitude, but I had nothing to offer – nothing worthy of him anyway.

“It was my pleasure, Y/N. I hope the person you are waiting won’t keep you long.”

“He should be on his way,” Baekhyun frowns for a moment, eyes shifting to his feet before returning to mine. His smile returns but it looked rather forced. I stick my hand out in front of us. Baekhyun looks at for a moment, smiling confusedly.

“It was nice meeting you Byun Baekhyun. I will repay you one day for your kindness.” I promise. Baekhyun shakes he head but takes my cold hands into his warm ones. The feeling of his warm hand sends shivers down my spine. I could almost feel the blood swimming in his veins – my fangs begin prodding at the thought.

“And you Lady Y/N,”

“Just Y/N!” I eject. He just chuckles.

“And no need to repay me. I was glad I could be off help!” Baekhyun smiles before turning to walk back to the town, I wave him goodbye. As soon I see his figure retreat back to the busy markets, I grip the boxes practically skipping back to the manor.

As I enter the large house, I sigh dropping the boxes lazily on the floor and lean against the door. A tall dark-haired boy suddenly appears at my side, sniffing at my neck.

“You smell like human,” he remarks before ripping open a box and taking out a bag of blood. He uses his sharp teeth to rip it open and began sucking loudly, groaning as the warm blood reaches his throat.

“Hello, Sehun.” I greet, ignoring his comment. I walk into the kitchen to grab cleaning supplies from the cupboards. Sehun follows closely behind me, still drinking. I wheel out the cart from the closet; then grab cloths, a bucket and a duster. I proceed to full up the bucket with warm soapy water – all aware of Sehun’s gaze on my back.

“You didn’t answer.” He mutters, and I hum before looking over my shoulder at him.

“I wasn’t aware I had to answer,” I replied causing Sehun to roll his eyes. “But yes, a human helped me carry the boxes.”

“Why? You’re capable of carrying them yourself.”

“He was being polite, and I didn’t want to be rude.” I shrug, beginning to push the cart out of the kitchen. I make my way towards the living area and once again Sehun follows me. I soak the cloth in the water and rinse before I begin wiping the coffee table. Sehun eyes follow me; part of me wanted to snap but I knew my place.

“Is this the same human you are obsessed with?” he asks casually. I drop the cloth, my eyes widen.

“I’m not obsessed with anyone!” I protest, my voice high and panicked. Sehun smirks at me taking the last sip from the blood bag before he chucks it on the floor. My eyes narrow as I watch a bit of blood spill out the bag and onto the floor. “You little brat!” I screech.

“Y/N!” a voice growled; I freeze. My posture automatically straightens as I watch in fear as the white-haired man came strolling into the living area. His red eyes are narrowed at me and I gulp.

“Sorry Kai, sir!” I squeak. Sehun laughs in amusement at my fear and Kai’s eyes snap to him – instantly shutting him up.

“Sehun don’t you have more important things to do than bother our servant?” Sehun nods and turns to walk away when he suddenly stops. Turning around, an evil smirk comes over his face as he looks at me, he then turns to Kai.

“Oh, by the way. Y/N was interacting with a human.” With that Sehun leaves the room. I gasp and turn to face Kai. His nose flares in anger, eyes turning dark.

“You were what?” he grits out. I gulp in fear, looking down at my shoes.

“A human boy offered to carry the boxes for me.” I mumble, instantly afraid of his reaction.

“Why didn’t you say no?!” He shouts. Flinching, I step back and goose-bumps rise on my arms.

“I tried too; I promise!” I plead. Kai shakes his head; he grips my arm tightly. I whimper in pain.

“Well try harder. What if he saw what was in the boxes, Y/N! How would you explain that?!”

“I-I don’t know!”

“Exactly. Humans cannot know about us! If they find out – you know what will happen!” I nod – breath stuttering at the thought. It falls quiet before Kai lets out a long sigh, letting go of my arm. “Did he suspect anything?” I shake my head. He nods, “You cannot see him again, understand?”

“Yes sir.” Kai looks at me for a moment before speaking again.

“And that means no spying on him either.” My head falls, sadness over taking me. I nod once again and with that Kai leaves me on my own.

It is late when I decide to go feed – no longer able to ignore the hunger burning my stomach. The moon is high in the sky, no clouds in the sight just the black sky. I race across the forest, chasing after deer’s until I eventually catch one. I lunge at it, tackling it to the ground, my fangs expand from my gums and pierce into the flesh. Warm blood dribbles down my throat – I moan at the sensation. The burning feeling leaving my stomach as it expands as I get fuller. As I pull back from the deer’s neck as sudden smell hits my nose; it’s strong. It smelt sweet, with a hint of spice. Once again, the hunger came back – much to my confusion. This time I couldn’t ignore it, the smell was too tempting. I felt out of control, my arms shaking in front of me. Suddenly, I went speeding off in the direction of the smell. The scent led me into the town – straight into an alleyway.

There in front of me lay a man. He was on his back, a pool of dark blood surrounding him. The smell was intoxicating, my fangs were stabbing at my bottom lip at the smell. There was wound on his chest – he had been stabbed. I could hear him whimper softly, his breathing shallow. I inch towards him, trying to get a better view and trying not to give into my instincts that were screaming at me. As his face came into view, my mouth fell open.

I gasp. “Baekhyun!”

Rushing over to him, I fall to my knees. I pull his head onto my lap, smoothing back his hair. Tears flood my vision as I look at his pale face. “What happened?” I whispered, not sure if he could hear me. I look around trying to see if I could find someone to help us – no one was around. I begin to panic, unsure on how I could help him. His breathing became shallower, his heartbeat slowing down.

“No, no, no. Come on, you can’t give up.” I place a hand on the wound, hoping to stop the bleeding. At the sight of the blood coating my hand, my stomach clenched causing me to groan. His heartbeat got slower and slower. Panicking, I did the only thing I could think off – that would save him.

I bite my wrist; my blood began sweeping down my arm, some dripping onto Baekhyun’s shirt. I look at his face, my red eyes widen as I see that his are open. There are tears in them and are almost glazed over. He is nearing his end.

“I’m sorry.” I whisper as I shove my wrist into this mouth, I let my blood fill his mouth until suddenly his heart stops. I let out a sob – suddenly aware that it might have not been enough to save him.

“Please, please, please.” I chant over and over.

I sit there, I don’t know how long for, cradling Baekhyun’s lifeless body in my arms. My sobs shaking the both of us. As I wipe the snot from my nose, I notice the sun beginning to rise – I have to leave. Letting out another strangled sob, as I move Baekhyun’s head back onto the cold ground. His lifeless eyes stare up at the dark sky, I shakily bend down and press a soft kiss onto his cheek – they were still warm. I get up to leave, my legs feel numb as I as I walk towards the exit. Just as I am about to turn the corner, the sound of movement picks up in my ear. My head snaps in the direction of Baekhyun, eyes widening as I see his leg twitch. Rushing back, I lean over him.

“Baekhyun! Can you hear me?” He lets out a small groan, a sob of relief escapes me. “I’m going to help you, okay. Just hold onto me.” I grip him and pull him up, another groan escapes him. I wrap his arm around my shoulder, placing mine around his waist before I went speeding off into the direction of Kim manor. I drag the both of us around the back of the estate, where the stables are. I knew Kai would have my head if he found out what I had done.

Inside I lay Baekhyun down on the hay. He is still unconscious, but every so often his hand or leg would twitch. Eventually the pain would start as my venom takes over his body. The process is painful, like someone is burning you inside out. Quickly, I rush to shut the door and hope that Kai or Sehun are out hunting still. As soon as the door is shut, Baekhyun lets out a scream off pain. I rush to him and pull him into my arms, his hands grip them tightly. It doesn’t hurt much as I have fed making me stronger. I try to soothe him, running my hand through his hair. He growls, twisting and turning in my arms.

“Make it stop!” he pleads. I feel myself begin to cry again at the sound of his pain. I rock him gently, trying to ignore his pleads.

“It’ll be over soon, I promise.” I whisper into his hair. Baekhyun chokes out a sob before tucking his face into my neck. I feel his tears slide down my neck onto my collarbone. I bite into my wrist again and press it to his lips. He shakes his head and tries to back away. “This will help the process. Make it go faster.”

“No!” he moans, twisting away when another shot of pain erupts him – causing him to scream. As his mouth opens in mid-scream, I shove my wrist in his mouth. Baekhyun tries to shove away my wrist a few times before falling limp. His lips began to move against my skin, sucking at the blood from the bite. A shot of pleasure goes through me; a feeling I’ve never felt before. Baekhyun’s hand reaches up and holds my wrist to his mouth; he begins to suck harder – his instincts kicking in now that my venom has begun to work.

A moan leaves my lips, my eyes watching his every move. At the sound of my moan – Baekhyun’s eyes snap open. His eyes are no longer brown, but a scarlet red; that would have people become paralyzed in fear. However, to me they were mesmerizing. Baekhyun lets go of my wrist, causing it to fall to his chest. Suddenly, he sits up. His red eyes trailing over my features, a hand begun tracing my right cheek. Baekhyun rapidly lunches forward, his lips capturing mine. I gasp softly as his tongue enters my mouth. I begin moving my lips against his, lost in the feeling of his soft thin lips. My hand strokes his cheek, hair and then chest. Baekhyun lets out soft moans as I do. I turn my head, going to deepen the kiss when something sharp nips at my bottom lip. Shooting back, my hand touches it – hissing slightly, I look at my finger. Red coats it. Baekhyun face snuggles into the side of my neck, kissing it until once again he nips it. I yelp, pushing him away and notice his fangs are extended. He goes to kiss me again, but I lean back – making him growl. Goose-bumps rise at the sound, but I ignore it and push him away slightly.

“You’re not thinking straight,” I whisper, Baekhyun tilts his head to the side and just looks at me. “You think you want me, but you don’t.” I mutter defeated, taking a stand. Baekhyun watches me for a moment before closing his eyes. “I’m going to get some blood bags, don’t leave okay?” Baekhyun ignores me, continuing to sit with his eyes shut. I leave the stables and quickly rush to the manor. As I enter the kitchen, I hurry and grab three blood bags.

“Ahhh, the wanderer returns.” Sehun comments behind me. I freeze instantly, back going rigid. “Kai was looking for you. He wants you to visit Suho today.”

“I can’t. I’ve got stuff to attend to.”

“That wasn’t a request, sweetheart.” I grit my teeth, panic washing over me. I turn around and glare at the black-haired boy – who was smirking at me from across the counter.

“How long will this take?” Sehun shrugs before walking over to me and plucks a blood bag from my arm.

“Don’t know. He didn’t say but if I were you, I’d go now before Kai gets really angry.”

Sighing in frustration, I shoot through the door and speed my way to Suho’s manor which is almost four hours away.

The trip to Suho’s takes almost three hours and I spent another two in his house collecting documents to bring Kai. All the time I was there my mind was on Baekhyun, I hoped he was alright in the stable – that Sehun hadn’t found him. As soon as I arrived, I dropped the documents at Kai’s office before speeding off to the stable.

The door was opened slightly, and the smell of blood hit me. Before I even entered, I knew what to expect. Pushing the door opened further, I sigh at the sight in front of me. All the animals were killed – the scene of a new-born. The uncontrollable thirst makes you go insane, killing anything that has a pulse. Taking into account how many animal Baekhyun had killed; I knew he was gaining back his mind – his human instincts would be appearing soon. As a Newborn it takes a few blood bags before your human side makes a re-appearance, and the animalistic side settles. However, the animal side will be dominant for a while until you can fully control it. And Baekhyun was nowhere near controlling it. Fear came over me as I realised where he went; back home to the town. Newborns and humans do not mix well – it’s like dangling meat in front of a starved tiger.

Racing to the town, I try to sniff out Baekhyun. He was nearby, his scent getting stronger until I find myself outside a cottage. It wasn’t Baekhyun’s home – that was further south. The gate was open wide, along with the door. A terrible feeling come over me, my stomach began to churn as I walk through the door. The scent of blood hit me; a hand clasped over my mouth. I rushed up the stairs and into the bedroom the scent came from. Baekhyun was hunched over a girl, face pressed tightly into her neck. Her brown hair covering his face. Her pink lips were parted, brown eyes glazed over as she stared at the ceiling. Baekhyun was holding her hand tightly – if I wasn’t a vampire, I’d would have thought I walked into a romantic moment. However, I am one and I know what I walked into was a Newborn losing control.

“Baekhyun,” my voice cracks and I move forward, pulling him off the girl. He falls onto the floor, his scarlet eyes narrowing on me before softening. Ignoring him, I reach the girl and pull her face towards me. My hand going to the right side of her neck – the side not being bitten. There wasn’t any pulse. She was gone.

“Yeri?” I hear Baekhyun’s voice whisper from behind me. He gets up and leans over me; stroking her cheek. “Yeri, wake up.” He pleads, his voice cracking. I see the tears start to well up – his instincts telling him she’s not got a pulse.

“She’s gone, Baekhyun.” I utter, my hand touches his shoulder. His eyes narrow at me, his hand grips my throat and squeezes tightly. I choke and grip his wrist trying to tug it away when suddenly he launches me against the wall, smashing a vase in process.

“THIS IS YOUR FAULT! YOU DID THIS!” He screams before leaning down and grabbing Yeri’s body and pressing it against his chest. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He repeats, kissing the dead girls’ cheeks. “I love you, come back.” He mutters.

I get up when the door bursts open again, and Kai stands there; eyes gleaming red. I froze mid- step. Baekhyun ignores the new intruder and continues to stroke Yeri’s hair. Kai looks at him and then me.

“Please tell me you didn’t.” Kai sighs, taken sight of the Newblood. I look down and fold my hands in front of me. “Please tell me you didn’t turn him, Y/N!” I flinch at Kai’s harsh tone.

“I had no choice! He was dying!” I protest, quickly trying to defend myself.

“So?! You let him die!” I shake my head, looking at Baekhyun who now looks at me, his scarlet eyes are narrowed – waiting for my answer.

“I couldn’t. I couldn’t let him go,” I whisper, my eyes locked on Baekhyun. Kai is quiet as he looks between Baekhyun and I. He looks at the dead girl in Baekhyun’s arms, his red eyes narrowing before he clicks his tongue.

“Okay, you with me.” He points to Baekhyun, who quickly shakes his head.

“I’m not going anywhere with you!” he spat before looking at me, “Or you!”

“You’ll do as I say, or I’ll kill you myself.” Kai threatens to which Baekhyun just laughs.

“Do it.” Baekhyun looks back at the girl in his arms, tears slipping down his cheeks before looking back at Kai. “Please just do it. I don’t want to live in a world she isn’t in it.”

A jolt of pain went through my chest, my eyes burn slightly as I looked away from the brown-haired boy. I notice Kai looking at me from the corner of my eye. I shake my head and decide to leave the room – letting Kai deal with Baekhyun.

Somehow, Kai managed to persuade Baekhyun to come back to Kim manor. Baekhyun paced back and forth whilst Kai and I sat on the couch in front of him. Kai had explained to Baekhyun the ins and outs of being a vampire. Baekhyun didn’t ask questions or even speak; just paced back and forth. I was worried.

I was about to speak when Baekhyun’s fist collided with the large mirror hanging on the mirror. I yelp as it fell off the wall and onto the floor. Kai watched with amusement as Baekhyun continued to smash and throw things – Kai lean over and poured whiskey into a glass, taking a sip as Baekhyun kicked a chair.

“Baekhyun stop!” I yelled, flinching as he picked up a small marble statue and launched it on the floor. He growled before storming towards me – scarlet eyes flashing dangerously, I watch as he goes to hit me when a hand suddenly grabs his wrist. My eyes travel from hand to face – my eyes widen.

“You don’t hit a lady,” Sehun growled, throwing Baekhyun hard against the table. Baekhyun rolled onto the floor and lay there, sobs leaving his lips.

“I killed her!” he sobbed out. Sehun let out a groan, rolling his eyes before stomping over and pulling him to his feet.

“Get over it. You’re a vampire, you kill things. It’s how we live.”

“Sehun!” I scold, Sehun looks over to me whilst shrugging.

“It’s true, Y/N. You shouldn’t sugar coat it.” I go to speak but Kai interrupts me.

“Sehun’s right. We kill to survive. What happened was unfortunate, but you can’t go back.”

Baekhyun glares at us all, his eyes glare at me the longest.

“I just killed the woman I love and your telling me to get over it.” His voice is low and calm – which scares me more.

Sehun shrugs. “Well you can’t bring her back. And anyway, how was that going to work. You’re a vampire now – you’d kill her eventually.”

Baekhyun eyes clenched shut before suddenly he jumps for Sehun. Both boys fall to the floor, throwing punches at each other. I’m yelling for them to stop. Kai is simply laughing. Sehun throws Baekhyun in the air, his back colliding with the fireplace. Marble lands on the floor. I yell again but once again I’m ignored. Both Sehun and Baekhyun are punching into each other, making no move to stop. I turn to Kai my red eyes pleading for him to do something. He sips more of his whiskey, smirking at the two boys fighting in front of him.

“Kai, please!” I cry, he looks at me – smirk falling of his face before he sighs. Quickly, he grabs Sehun off Baekhyun throwing him towards the front door before launching Baekhyun towards the kitchen. Both boys groan as they struggle to get up.

“I would stay down if I were you two,” Kai comments, before pouring more whiskey into his glass. I move to go to Baekhyun when he suddenly growled at me. His scarlet eyes flash at me and for a moment I thought he was going to hit me or try to kill me.

“You made me a monster,” He growled out. “So, I’ll show you exactly what a monster can do. I’ll make your life hell.” His eyes flash to Kai then too Sehun – who is now sat up glaring at Baekhyun. “All of you.” With that, Baekhyun sprinted out the door.

The town was painted red. Blood was splattered all over the walls, pools of blood touches my shoes. Bodies lay lifeless all over the street, every one of them drained of blood. Tears slipped down my cheeks as I look at them, recognising people I had spoken to – who were nice to me. All dead, left to rot away.

“This is like something from my dreams,” Sehun comments from behind me, I glare at him as I roughly wipe away the tears.

“That’s disgusting.” I mutter causing Sehun to snort.

“Come on, you’re seriously telling me that you haven’t thought about draining a human dry before?”

“Not particularly no. I’m not a killer.” Sehun goes to comment further but I cut him off. “Now is not the time. We need to find Baekhyun.”

The sounds of screams startle me, turning around I quickly sprint towards the sound. Sehun sighs before following me.

Baekhyun has a man pressed to the wall, his arm pressed against his neck – cutting off his air supply. A young female is wailing on the ground, tugging at Baekhyun’s trousers.

“Please no. I beg of you, please don’t kill him!” she cries. Baekhyun looks down at her, an evil smirk plastered on his face. Baekhyun grabs the man face between his hands before twisting harshly, effectively snapping his neck. The man’s body falls limp. The girl lets out a scream, crawling to the now dead man, sobbing into his neck.

“Baekhyun!” I call out, knowing exactly what he was about to do. His red eyes snap to mine, glaring at me. I swallow before walking slowly over to him. “You have to stop.” Baekhyun laughs at this.

“Why? I’m being what you made me to be. A monster. This is what monster do – they destroy everything!” He grips the girl by the hair, dragging her up before latching his mouth onto her neck, teeth sinking into her sink. She screams and begins thrashing in his hold, tears stream down her face.

I stand there paralyzed as I watch him kill her, right in front of me. Sehun tuts behind me before appearing in front of Baekhyun. He grips Baekhyun by the neck forcefully pulling him from the girl’s neck. He pushes him against the wall, holding him tightly there. Sehun turns to me as Baekhyun struggles in his grip.

“Y/N help her!” he orders. I look at the girl on the floor, neck spilling blood onto the concrete. My stomach aches at the sight, fangs prodding at my bottom lip. I continue to stare which causes Sehun to growl. “Y/N!” he yells, and my eyes snap to him. Baekhyun is no longer struggling but watching me with amused filled eyes.

“Go on, Y/N. Take a bite.” He coaxes, smirking at me. I gulp, looking back at the girl. She continues to bleed out on the floor. I knew by the time someone gets here it would be too late – she would be gone, but I have a chance to save her, to heal her. Lifting my eyes to meet Baekhyun, his smirk is gone – his face expressionless.

“No, I’m not a murderer.” Launching forward, I grip the girls neck forcing her to look at me. I bite into my wrist and force it into her mouth, she swallows quickly. I watch as the wound heals. She falls unconscious, the blood loss taking its toll.

Smack!

My eyes dart to Sehun and Baekhyun – Baekhyun swings a punch at Sehun, knocking him into the wall. His eyes are a furious red as he lunges for Sehun. Baekhyun snaps his head forward, headbutting Sehun before kneeing him in the guts. Swinging his fist back, Baekhyun slams it into Sehun’s face smashing him through the building wall – creating a massive hole. I gasp, falling onto my back.

He was strong, really strong for a Newborn.

Baekhyun eyes the unconscious girl in my arms, my eyes widen. Quickly I grip the girl turning her around, so my back is to Baekhyun. He grips me tugging me back, his hand wraps around my hair – trying to get me to let loose of the girl. He pulls me harder, my grip loosening on the girl causing her to fall onto the floor. Baekhyun slams me into the wall, his hands gripping my shoulders keeping me pinned there.

He’s breathing heavy, as am I. He just stares, eyes roaming my face.

“Do it,” I whisper. Baekhyun frowns, mouth pouting.

“Do what?”

“Kill me,” His red eyes widen. He suddenly let’s go of me taking a step back; he ran a hand through his hair as he began to pace. I frown also. “Isn’t that what you want? For me to be dead – get your revenge?” I query.

“Yes – no. I don’t know.” I note the fire in his eye is slowly fading. The blood lust finally leaving his body.

“Baekhyun look at me.” I command, his eyes flash to me, they are welling up with tears.

“I-I want to be human. I don’t want to be this. Please tell me there’s a cure!” Suddenly he’s gripping me again, pleading for me to reverse his curse.

“I wish I could – but I can’t. I’m sorry.” He looks at the girl on the floor then me, his eyes flash scarlet again, his hand began digging into my skin causing me to wince. He’s angry again. Suddenly, he drops me before speeding off – leaving a gust of wind behind.

I thought I was getting through to him, I thought I could make him see sense. I thought I could make him see that being a vampire might not be all bad.

“Where is he?” I jump at the voice, turning around I see Sehun limping out of the hole Baekhyun had creating. I quickly go to him, looking at the wounds on his face that are slowly healing. Baekhyun had split his lip and broken his nose.

“He left.”

I reach my hand up and wipe the blood dripping from his nose. Sehun grips my hand, running his thumb over my knuckles.

“This isn’t going to end well, Y/N.” I close my eyes, feeling sobs rise up my throat.

“I know.” I choke. “It’s all my fault.” Sehun shakes his head letting go of my hand, his eyes looking at where Baekhyun had just left.

“No this is all him. We gave him a choice and he chose this.”

“But I didn’t help him–”

“He didn’t want help, Y/N. I get he’s grieving, and it hurts. We all know that; we’ve been through it. But our stories are worse than his but we’re not out there slaughtering towns! You’ve been through worse than he has and yet you’ve never killed a human before.”

“Everyone reacts differently, Sehun!” I protest. Sehun just shake his head before leaning against the wall.

“It doesn’t matter now. By now, the Elders will have been informed.” I freeze at the mention of the Elders. My breath quickens.

“No, no, no.” I mutter, my hand covering my mouth as the realisation sinks in. “I have to do something!” Quickly I follow where Baekhyun left, trying to pick up his scent.

“It’s too late Y/N!” Sehun calls. Ignoring him, I sprint to the main part of town and come to a halt.

The remaining people are running and screaming as I stare at the scene in front of me. Up ahead on the edge of the hill sat the house I call home. Except now it’s on fire.

“Baekhyun what have you done?” I mutter as tears fall down my cheeks.

As I got closer to the burning building, I was nervous, petrified. I can see Baekhyun standing at the gate, his back is to me. I know he knows I’m there; he’s waiting for me. I walk closer, taking a deep breath.

“Why did you do it, Y/N?” he asks as I stand beside him. He’s no longer angry, just depressed and grieving.

“You were dying.” I shrug, trying hard to come across a brave and indifferent – like Kai. In hopes that my feelings wouldn’t get hurt.

“You should have let me die. It was my time.”

“Maybe or maybe it was fate that I turned you. We will never know.” I turn to him, his scarlet eyes already looking at me. “But what I do know is this: I will never regret saving you.”

Baekhyun sighs and looks away. “You didn’t save me, Y/N. You just gave me an eternity of misery. I’m a monster now.”

“You’re not a monster!” I protest, growling slightly. “You are the kindest man I have ever seen. You go out your way to help people, without expecting something in return. You –”

“I was human then, Y/N!” he cuts me off, tugging at his hair. “I’m not that man now. He’s gone.”

“No, he’s not.” I whisper. “Just because you’re a vampire doesn’t mean you have to forget who you are.”

Baekhyun is silent so I continue.

“I’m sorry for everything, Baekhyun. I really hope one day you can forgive me. I’ll leave you alone now.” Feeling brave, I lean over a press a small kiss to his cheek. His eyes flutter close. “Goodbye, Byun Baekhyun.”

Holding back a sob, I turn and leaving him standing there – letting him make his own choice, the choice I took away from him.

As I come to the end of the lane, I fall to my knees and cry into my hands. A breeze blows from beside me, I look up with blurry eyes and see Sehun glaring at something in front of us. I wipe my eyes whilst sniffing before looking forward, I spot the black carriage at the bottom of the hill. My body instantly freezes, my breath hitching. Looking back to the burning house I note that Baekhyun is no longer in sight – I exhale in relief.

“They were quick.” Kai appears at my left side. Kai’s eyes are dark, almost black as he watches the carriage doors open. Two men exit the carriage, both wearing long dark cloaks. They make their way towards us. Kai growls lowly in his throat as they come closer, the blonde-haired man let out a chuckle at the sound.

“What a nice way to greet your master, Jongin!” He chirps as he finally stood in front of us. His iced blue eyes looked at the still burning building behind us and smiled widely. “I like what you’ve done with the place.”

“What do you want, Tobias?” Kai once again growled. Sehun moved in front of me slightly as the other man’s black eyes danced dangerously over my figure causing me to shudder. Kai steps a further step in front me, blocking me completely.

“We got word of a rogue vampire on the loose, destroying the town and revealing our kind.” Suddenly, Tobias grips Kai’s collar tightly in his hand. “Where is the little vampire, hmmm?” Kai grunts, struggling in his hold.

“I don’t know!” he growls, Tobias lets out a chuckle before nodding towards the other man. The other man grabs Sehun and forcing him onto his knees and grip his neck tightly in his hand.

“Come on, Jongin. Just tell us and nobody will get hurt.” Kai shakes his head, his dark maroon eyes glancing at both Sehun and I.

“I don’t where he is!” Sehun lets out a choked gasp as the man increases the pressure on his neck causing a crack to begin itching its way up Sehun’s neck.

“No Newborn can resist the call of its maker, so call him.” Tobias orders. Kai stays silent Tobias gives a quick nod to the man. Kai shakes his head – his dark eyes look swiftly at me.

Kai couldn’t call Baekhyun only I could.

“Wait!” I yelp just as the man was about to snap Sehun’s neck. Tobias’s blue eyes flicker to me, I feel my breath stutter slightly.

“Kai didn’t turn him, I did.” Tobias drops Kai and makes his way towards me, a creepy smile appearing on his face.

“And you are?” Standing up, I take a step forward, remaining eye contact with him.

“Y/N.” Tobias grins before running a cold index finger along my cheek. I struggle not to flinch back.

“Y/N, do you know the price of turning a human into a vampire without consent of the Elders?” I shake my head fearfully. “It’s death, for both maker and vampire.” I frown before looking at Kai – he eyes the floor, avoiding my stare. Tobias catches on, looking between both of us before letting out a chuckle.

“Ah yes, of course Jongin didn’t tell you about his meeting with us. He may act like he has authority, but authority is something Jongin will never be able to have, isn’t that right pet?” Kai looks away, ashamed. “However, I am willing to make an exception!” Tobias announces.

Kai’s head quickly darts back to his maker, Tobias grins evilly at him before turning back to me. “I will spare both you and the Newblood’s life if you come with me.”

“NO!” Kai screeches quickly appearing in front of me, blocking Tobias from my view. “You will not take her! You can take me instead; I will pay for her crime since I am her master.” Tobias chuckles before shaking his head.

“No, Jongin this is her crime and she will pay for it herself.” Tobias reaches out his hand for me to take. I eye it for a moment, Kai quickly turns around griping my shoulders.

“Don’t you dare take his hand, Y/N,” his red eyes are pleading me, almost warning me of what I am entering into. I look at Sehun – who is still held captured, his blood red eyes are wide with fear. Looking back at Kai, I remove his hands from my shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper as I place my hand into Tobias cold one.

Tobias tugs me forward, away from Kai and Sehun. “Baz let the boy go!” he orders. The man, Baz, throws Sehun onto the ground before following behind us. Tobias ushers me into the carriage and harshly slams the door. From the window I watch as Kai falls to his knees, his hands tugging harshly at his hair. Sehun watches with sorrow filled eyes as the carriage sets off. From the trees, I spot a figure standing watching the carriage. His red eyes glowed in the dark night; I place my hand on the window wishing I could feel him one last time. I continue to watch him until he was out of my sight.

We arrived at a large manor – much larger than Kim manor. The carriage doors open, Baz stands at side holding the door open, he reaches a handout to me. I look at it fearfully, before ternately placing mine into his, he tugs me forward out of the carriage. Tobias meets us at the gate, his blue eyes linger on my figure before meeting my own eyes. He ushers me into the building. The hallway is grand; filled with portraits of men in dark suits – previous elders. The great leaders of the original vampire clangs. I spot a portrait of Tobias; he is the very last painting I see before we enter the living area. Tobias gestures for me to take a seat on the red velvet couch, I gulp slightly before speaking.

“Forgive me, but am I not supposed to be imprisoned?” Tobias barks out a laugh, reach for the brown liquid in the glass bottle. Carefully he pours it into two small glasses before handing me one. I take it with shaking hands.

“No, no, I have bigger plans for you, my love.” He smirks at me before downing his drink. Tobias walks towards me, the smirk still present on his lips. Gently, he runs a hand through my hair, twirling it between his fingers. “You will obey me, sweet Y/N. That is your punishment.” He takes the untouched drink from my hand and places it on the table, his cold hand returns to mine as he began tugging me down the hallway. My eyes sting as tear being to once again well up, I look at the dark brown door in front of me. Tobias swings it open revealing a bedroom. A large king-sized bed is centre of the room covered in dark red bedding. My legs feel heavy beneath me as Tobias continues to tug me into the bedroom. I can feel the urge to beg on the tip of my tongue; the flashes of Sehun and Kai stop me. I will endure this. I will pay for my crime in any form possible.

Tobias cold lips touch the skin of my lips; my eyes flutter close as I will myself not to shudder in disgust. He turns me around; my eyes still remain close – too scared to look into his eyes. “Look at me.” He hums, I slowly flutter my eyes open and he grins. His thumb wipes away the stray tear that slips down my cheek. Tobias’s eyes being to glow – the blue darkens but the whites of his eyes glow.

“Kiss me,” My arms move on their own, wrapping themselves around his neck. I stand on my tiptoes and connect my lips to his. It feels foreign, like I have no control. And suddenly, I realise I don’t. This is his gift: mind control. And this is my punishment: I will be his toy, his slave until he has no use for me.

The tears slide further down my face as Tobias pushes me onto the bed. I stare at the ceiling, hoping it will be over soon. As he rips of the dress, I plead my mind to distract me, to take me away from this nightmare. His hands begin to touch my skin – I think of Kai. His fangs sink into the flesh under my breast, I scream in pain and thrash around, he holds me down. My mind goes to Sehun. And when he finally enters me; Baekhyun’s face appears.

I will endure this torture for them.

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Tasting Starlight Ch.2 (V3Min)

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Relationships: Lee Taemin x Park Jimin, Choi Minho x Kim Taehyung, Choi Minho x Kim Taehyung x Lee Taemin x Park Jimin (V3Min) Rating: Explicit

Genres: angst, smut Tags: smut, angst, fake dating, jealousy, pining, friends with benefits, getting together, bottom Taemin, switch Jimin, top Taehyung, top Minho

Summary: Minho has been in love with his best friend since forever. But Taemin was determined to be unattached… Until suddenly he wasn’t. Taehyung spent his entire life pining after happiness with his best friend, only to have it ripped away when Jimin finds someone else. The rational response? Hatch a plan to make their respective crushes jealous. The part where they fell in love with each other, however, wasn’t part of the plan.

Chapter Word Count: ~4.8k

After a while, film sets started to look the same. It wasn’t that Minho was jaded toward his job; on the contrary, he loved it. But faces passed by, scripts went in one ear and out the other as soon as the shoot was finished, promises of hanging out with cast members never actually came to fruition. It was just the nature of the business he was in.

Another often unfortunate part of the business was cocky newcomers who thought they were going to be the next Lee Joon Gi. Most of the time they were mediocre at best, shining bright for one or two dramas before fading out to let the next hot thing come to the spotlight. There were, of course, always rumors of the next hot shit being “different”, so it came with no surprise to Minho that the same rumors surrounded the tall, shy newcomer with the square smile, Kim Taehyung.

What did surprise him, however, was the first time he met Taehyung. Most of the cocky newcomers, regardless of age, approached him as just another networking acquaintance. A hurdle to impress and soon walk over to the top. Taehyung was different. He looked at Minho with a silent reverence that rivaled even his fans. When Minho stuck out his hand to greet Taehyung, he was greeted instead with a low bow and a soft, silky, deep voice.

“My name is Kim Taehyung. It’s an honor to meet you, sir. I am a big fan.”

Minho laughed a little. “No need to be formal. We’re not so far apart in age, or experience. You’ve been taking dramas by storm.”

Taehyung’s trademark square smile showed up full force, and Minho would have been lying if he’d said his heart didn’t do a little stutter step at it. “Really? I really love acting, it’s my passion. Someday I want to be as good as you and all of these other amazing stars.”

Minho squeezed Taehyung’s shoulder. “Keep up the good work then. I look forward to working with you.” The smile that Taehyung departed with stuck with Minho for the rest of the day. He’d never had someone seem so genuinely excited to meet him or work with him on a set before. He was eager to see how well the kid and him got along.

And they did. Not only from a professional aspect, but the guy was good. He managed most of his lines in minimal takes, redo’s only when he thought he could do it better or to get different angles. He was a bright, joyful light even during the most difficult days.

As Taemin had warned, his father sent him to the woman he was meant to be married to that Friday. Minho had kept his schedule free that evening, assuming he’d have a frustrated, whiny best friend to console for a good chunk of time. He did not expect Taemin’s face to be split in two with a grin when he answered the phone, however.

“Good evening to you too,” Minho said, laughing a little. “You look happy.”

“He’s perfect,” Taemin said.

Minho scowled. “He?”

“Park Jimin.” Taemin spun, flopping onto his bed and holding the camera up to capture his face. “He’s the best, Minho-hyung. His smile is angelic and he’s such a good dancer.”

“Weren’t you going to meet a woman?”

“Ah, psh. She was fine too. But not into me.” Taemin rolled his eyes. “Her parents are the same as mine, determined to push her off on some rich kid. She’s got a girlfriend already. So we’re gonna go through the motions for our parents, act like we’re dating, getting to know each other. She introduced me to her brother though and he’s…” Taemin sighed deeply, smiling. “It was like a spark between us. I have a date with him tomorrow night.”

Minho felt an icy knife twist in his guts. He smiled despite it and nodded. “Good. I’m glad it worked out. How long’s this one going to stay around, eh?” He joked.

Taemin shook his head. “This feels different. I don’t want to say too much and curse it… But… This feels different. I’ve gotta go, Jiminie said he’s gonna call me tonight. I’ll talk to you later?”

“Sure. Yeah. I’ve—” The call ended, leaving Minho blinking at the black screen. It went back to his home screen, a photo of he and Taemin, Tae’s arms around his neck as he hopped on his back.

Minho let his phone drop onto the bed and flopped back on it, scowling at the ceiling. Taemin regularly had new boyfriends and girlfriends. That wasn’t something new or unusual. It was just how Taemin was. He bounced from person to person, having fun for a few days, weeks, a month at most, before leaving them behind. Minho had always been his constant. Good breakups, bad ones, amicable, equal decisions, ghosting – Minho was the one right beside Taemin. In all of their life together, he’d never seen Taemin act like this with a new partner. He sounded so… Happy. He sounded like he was falling in love. The idea made Minho sick to his stomach. He knew he should be happy for his best friend, but it just drove home the cold reality that Taemin would never pick him. He just wasn’t good enough. The more Minho thought about the phone call, the angrier he got. How good could this kid be? Some rich dancer, he was probably just as anti-relationships as Taemin was. No way would it last longer than he’d be filming. That was the thought that allowed Minho to drift to sleep. Taemin would be single by the time he returned to Seoul. He was sure of it.

The following day came and went, with only a quick text from Taemin that the date went amazing, and he was “falling for Jimin” with a series of emojis that made Minho consider shattering his phone. Then Sunday, and Monday, with not a peep from Taemin. Minho tried not to let it bother him. He refused to text first until Wednesday, a particularly difficult shooting day. At around lunch time, he sent off a quick message to Taemin.

‘Miss you. Director is beating my ass. We should chat tonight.’

He was busy for the following few hours, redoing scene after scene, exhaustion taking a toll on his ability to focus and making the final stretch even harder. When the shoot was finally finished for the day, Minho fished his phone from his coat pocket, eager to see if Taemin had called. The message he’d sent nearly four hours before was read… But not answered. And it remained unanswered until nearly ten that evening.

‘Sorry! Went dancing with Jimin, getting ready for a midnight walk in the park. We’ll chat later!’

But later, it seemed, would never come. Thursday, Friday, and Saturday passed without a peep from his best friend. Minho refused to mope, instead spending his evenings with Taehyung, who continued to make him laugh and forget about his problems even if only for the few hours they were together. Though he was four years younger than Minho, he made up for it easily with his quick wit and well-formed opinions. They spent hours debating the mundane and the controversial, eating dinner together and playing video games in each other’s rooms. Some nights one dozed off with the other, sharing a space as comfortably as long-time friends. If Minho was being honest, he was forming a bit of a crush on Taehyung.

Wednesday of the third week of filming, and still not a peep from Taemin despite a few left-on-read texts, Minho knocked on Taehyung’s room. When there was no answer, he opened it, peeking in to see Taehyung at his table, glaring at his phone.

“Hey, Tae. Did you hear me knocking?”

“What? No,” Taehyung muttered, not lifting his head.

“I was gonna ask if you wanted to go get dinner tonight? I’ll buy.”

“I’m not in the mood,” Taehyung snapped, surprising Minho. He seemed to sense the surprise, because he looked up, his eyes red rimmed. “I’m sorry,” he immediately apologized.

The shock turned to worry. Minho slipped into the room, shutting the door. “What’s wrong? Have you been crying?”

Taehyung shook his head, looking back down at his phone. He grunted and grabbed it, chucking it across the room. It bounced off the wall, landing on the bed.

“Hey, hey…” Minho hurried over to him, grabbing his wrist. “What’s up?”

“It’s stupid.”

“It’s bothering you. Talk to me, Taehyungie,” Minho soothed, settling into the chair next to him.

“My best friend. He’s got a new boyfriend and he’s been fucking ignoring me for a week. He never ignores me, we talk every day. He’s my only same age friend, he’s everything to me. I feel like I’ve been abandoned.”

A knot of familiar pain settled in Minho’s stomach. He nodded. “I know that feeling,” he said softly, thinking of the series of unanswered texts to Taemin.

“And what’s worse?” Taehyung said in a softer voice, “I’ve been in love with him since puberty. I used to daydream about marrying him, adopting a kid… And now I’ve been thrown aside for a fucking—Fucking—Stupid rich boy. He wasn’t even supposed to meet Jimin, but he couldn’t stay in his fucking place and date his sister.”

The name hit Minho like a bucket of ice water. “Ji—Jimin?” He said softly. “Park Jimin?”

Taehyung nodded. “The dancer, yeah. He’s dating some fucking hair dresser named Taemin.”

“Taemin,” Minho said at the same time.

Taehyung looked up, surprise etched on his handsome features. “How—”

“Lee Taemin is my best friend. He was meant to date and marry Park Jisoo… But ended up meeting her brother.”

Taehyung’s face twisted into frustration, then anger. “Get out!”

“Wh—” Minho pulled back. Taehyung shoved him, almost overturning the chair he was in.

“Get out!”

“Don’t you snap at me!” Minho shouted. “It’s not my fault your friend seduced the guy I’ve been in love with for a decade!”

“Jimin would never!” When the words sank in, Taehyung’s fury shifted to something softer. “You—Taemin?”

Minho nodded, his shoulders sagging a little. “We grew up together. Same story as you and Jimin. Childhood best friends, he was my first kiss… Hell, I lost my virginity to the kid. Bu he never wanted anything serious. And I—I liked him so much that I took whatever he gave me. We were friends with benefits, but I was always his permanent. Putting him back together when breakups went bad, or just getting his mind off shit… He’s completely ghosted me. Last time we talked was almost two weeks ago, right after he met Jimin. I’d never seen him so happy and gooey… I feel like my heart’s been ripped out and I wasn’t even dating him.”

Minho sighed heavily, feeling his eyes blur with tears he didn’t realize were welling. “I guess you know the same feeling. I had no idea—”

“Hyung,” Taehyung whispered.

“I’m sorry he took Jimin from you,” Minho said softly.

“Jimin took him though too… I’m sorry I yelled at you.”

“Me too.” Minho smiled and shook his head, looking back up at Taehyung. “I was angry. It wasn’t fair.”

“So, what now?” Taehyung asked.

“I don’t want it to ruin our friendship. I really like you,” Minho answered honestly. “And, if I’m being honest, Taemin is a flighty guy. He’s probably gonna end up broken up with Jimin by the time we get back to Seoul.”

“You think?”

“He’s never had a relationship last longer than a month. I would be truly surprised.”

Taehyung nodded. “That’s comforting.” He sighed. “Wanna go get that dinner now?”

“I think maybe just going and getting a few drinks might be a better option,” Minho admitted. Taehyung smiled brightly, and Minho found his heartrate increasing despite the sadness surrounding their conversation.

“I think that’s a great idea… You’re still buying.”

Minho laughed helplessly, shoving Taehyung lightly. “Sure, sure. Come on, let’s go.”

Minho knew it was dangerous to get drunk with Taehyung when they were both down about their respective best friends. But it definitely felt good. As they stumbled back to Minho’s room, Taehyung leaned on him, his alcohol laced breath warming Minho’s cheek and neck and sending tingles straight down to his dick. One hand was around Minho’s shoulders, the other on his stomach, playing with the fabric of his shirt.

They fell in a heap onto the bed, Taehyung half on top of Minho. As he looked up at him, his eyes were drawn to Taehyung’s soft, pink mouth. He wet his own lips, resisting the urge to lean up and kiss him.

Taehyung’s smile wavered. “Hyung—”

“Hm?” Minho grunted.

“We’re drunk.”

Minho closed his eyes, nodding and taking a deep breath. “Yes, we are.”

“I kinda wanna… Kiss you.”

“Me too,” Minho mumbled. He pushed Taehyung off him and sat up, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Not the reaction I was expecting,” Taehyung muttered, and Minho could hear the pout without even seeing him.

“It’s not—I’m sorry, it’s just—”

“I get it,” Taehyung snapped. He sat up and then rose, fixing his shirt. “I’m never good enough. I’m used to it.”

Minho grabbed his wrist. “Don’t, Taehyung. Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Talk down on yourself like that. It’s not attractive. I want to kiss you. But we’re both emotional right now because of Taemin and Jimin, aren’t we? Do you really want this to be some rebound? Ruin the friendship we’ve made? Plus, we’re wasted – I can barely see straight and you couldn’t walk home without leaning on me. Doing anything right now… We’re not thinking straight. That’s not consent.”

Taehyung relaxed a little, letting Minho tug him back to sitting on the bed. He sighed. “You’re right. I’m just having a pity party because of Jimin.”

“I get it. I feel like I’m never going to be good enough for Taemin either. But falling into bed with each other… We’d regret it.”

Taehyung snorted, smiling a little. “It’d sure get Jimin’s goat though. For as much as he refuses to see that I like him and dates around… He gets so jealous the minute I show interest in others. It’s what made me wonder if I had a chance all this time.”

Minho laughed. “God, they’re perfect for each other. Taemin is the same way.”

Taehyung laughed as well. “What a pair we are. Both hopelessly in love with the idiot best friends that want nothing to do with us.”

Though it stung, Minho knew it was true. And it felt good to laugh about it with Taehyung, despite the bitterness. Things always felt good with Taehyung, when he thought about it. He squeezed his wrist.

“Stay the night. You’re not sober enough to get to your room and I don’t feel like walking you there.”

“Deal. But I’m sleeping in the bed,” Taehyung said, stripping out of his shirt.

“We’ll share.” Minho agreed, doing the same. He rose slowly and the world tilted dangerously. “Oh, bad idea.”

Taehyung giggled. “You’re drunk.”

“So are you.” Minho laid back on the bed. “I wanted pajamas.”

“Sleep in your boxers.”

“You’re okay with that?” Taehyung nodded. “I’m gonna. Deal with it.”

Minho chuckled. “So arrogant.” He struggled with his belt for a moment before unhooking it and wiggling out of his jeans and socks. He crawled up the bed, kicking the covers down to slide under them.

Taehyung joined him. “I’m a cuddler. Deal with that too,” Taehyung mumbled. True to his word, he wrapped his arms around Minho’s middle. Minho tensed for a moment, but smiled softly, settling into a position that let him wrap an arm around Taehyung.

“I don’t mind,” he answered honestly. And he really didn’t. Taehyung’s body was warm and firm in all the right places, and it felt damn good to sleep next to someone. Minho found himself drifting to sleep quickly, peaceful and deep.

Minho groaned against the morning sun when his phone went off. Squinting one eye open, he peeked at it, surprised to see Taemin’s name across the screen. He shifted out of Taehyung’s octopus grip, answering and sitting up.

“Hello?” He rasped, rubbing his eyes.

“Did I wake you?” Taemin asked, his smile infectious despite the early morning. “I thought you’d be up getting ready for work.”

“Late shoot today,” Minho mumbled. He rose, raking the fingers of his free hand through his hair as he padded to the bathroom. “Why are you calling?”

Taemin pouted. “I haven’t talked to you in forever.”

“I know, that’s why I’m asking.” Minho knew he sounded a little sharp, but he was still hurt, even if he couldn’t exactly voice why. He grabbed aspirin and popped a few, grimacing.

“What’s the matter?” Taemin asked. “You don’t look well.”

“Just a little hungover. What’d you need?”

“I was just wanting to say hi. Jimin’s at a dance thing in Busan, so I’m bored and alone.”

Minho padded back out into the main room, smiling at the bleary-eyed Taehyung, sitting up.

“You hungover?” He asked.

Taehyung groaned, flopping back down and burying his head under the pillow.

“Who’s there with you?” Taemin asked.

Taehyung peeked out from under the pillow. “Who’s that?” He mouthed.

Minho handed him the bottle of aspirin.

“It’s my friend, Taehyung,” he said, heading to shut the blinds. “We went out drinking last night.”

“And he slept over?” Taemin asked. Minho chuckled.

“You sound jealous.”

“I’m not jealous,” Taemin said, a little too quickly.

Minho stifled the urge to roll his eyes. “He slept over. We were both pretty drunk. Actually, it’s a funny story. You’re fucking his best friend.”

Taehyung sat up at Minho’s words, his eyebrows disappearing into his shaggy bangs.

“What?” Taemin asked.

“Aren’t you fucking Park Jimin?”

“Well – We’re dating… Yeah.”

“Hasn’t he mentioned his best friend? Kim Taehyung? Actor.”

“Oh.” Taemin scowled. “I think he mentioned him… Not that he was an actor, I didn’t put it together.”

Minho turned the phone. “Taemin, meet Taehyung, Taehyung, Taemin.”

Taehyung waved, then flopped back down onto the bed. Minho chuckled. He was kind of endearing. He turned the phone back to himself. “Small world, huh?”

“I’ll say.” Taemin’s voice was hesitant. He chewed his lip. “Are you two…”

“What?” Minho smirked then, cocking a brow. A little twist of anger formed in his stomach. Taemin was actually jealous. He shook his head. “He’s cute, isn’t he?”

“Hyung…”

Minho glanced at Taehyung, who was gawking at him once more. “I’ll text you later today, okay, Tae? I’ve gotta get some breakfast and try to kick this headache.” “Oh—Okay.”

Minho hung up the phone, tossing it onto the bed.

“What was that about?”

“He’s jealous of you,” he said simply, heading over to dig in his closet for clothes.

“Of me?”

“He saw you shirtless in my bed. I’m guessing he assumes I slept with you.”

“And he’s jealous… But he’s sleeping with my best friend,” Taehyung said, scowling.

“Told you. It’s how he is. You’ll probably get an angry call from your friend too.”

Taehyung laid back on the bed. “I don’t want an angry call from Jimin,” he mumbled. “I just want him to see me as a good option.”

Minho sighed, offering a sympathetic smile. He crawled into the bed and laid next to Taehyung. “I know the feeling. It was mean to make Tae jealous but… It felt good knowing he feels how I feel, you know?”

Taehyung laughed. “We should pretend to date. Maybe if they realize how jealous they are of us…”

Minho snorted. “You’re right. I feel bad about wanting him to leave Jimin – I guess… I’d always thought someday he’d see me as more.”

Taehyung nodded in understanding. “Same. I keep wondering if they are perfect for each other and maybe I’m a dick for wanting them to split up.”

“But Taemin is such a player, I can’t see him actually sticking with anyone long term.”

“And Jimin falls so deeply in love with people… I don’t want someone like that to hurt him. Not saying your friend is bad, just…”

“Not for someone like your friend.”

“Exactly.”

Taehyung rolled over, putting his head on Minho’s chest. His hair tickled his skin lightly, his breath warm over his skin. Minho let his arm settle around Taehyung, fingers brushing lightly over his arm. It was strangely comforting, Minho realized. The soft intimacy of their position, the way their bodies fit. Despite having only known each other for a few weeks, it was familiar.

“Let’s do it,” Taehyung whispered softly.

“Do what?”

“Pretend to date. I know Jimin, and you say your friend is just as bad. Do you think it could split them up?”

“Maybe. If their jealousy got the best of them they’d have to realize it’s not just a normal friendship thing. I’ve never pursued a long-term relationship with anyone because of that – thinking Taemin’s jealousy would turn into more… Maybe it would if he had a reason to examine it.”

Taehyung nodded, turning to look up at Minho. “And we’re both great actors. I bet we could fake a relationship easy.”

Minho laughed a little. “You’re right… Yeah. I say we do it. I mean, we don’t even really have to lie all that much. We met, got along great – that’s the truth. Our friendship just shifted into more, that’s the only lie.”

“Exactly. And we live in the same city, so going on dates will be easy.”

“And something we probably would have done anyway as friends after this.”

Taehyung nodded, sitting up quickly. He held his head, pouting a little. “Ugh.”

“Don’t move so fast, I don’t want you to puke on me,” Minho joked, earning a halfhearted punch in the arm from Taehyung.

“What I was going to say, is I like the idea. I bet it’ll work.”

Minho nodded. “I mean, who knows. Maybe they’ll be broken up before we even finish filming. But having this as a plan… Couldn’t hurt.”

“And if they are, we can just say we decided not to date,” Taehyung agreed. “Then maybe we’ll both get the nerve to tell them how we feel.”

“You’d better, going through all this.”

Taehyung grinned that stunning grin once more. “You too.”

Minho sat up, offering his hand to Taehyung. “Shake on it? Fake boyfriends?”

“Fake boyfriends.” Taehyung gave his hand a firm shake. “Now… You mentioned breakfast… You buying?”

Minho groaned. “You’re gonna break me.”

“I’m the youngest!” Taehyung whined.

Minho rolled his eyes deeply. “Dating or not… You and Taemin will get along great. Pouty brats who have a direct line to my wallet,” he grumbled, climbing out of bed. “Fine, come on. We’ll go eat. You can wear something of mine if you want, that way you don’t have to put that alcohol smelling stuff back on.”

“You’re the best.” Taehyung stood, hanging off Minho’s shoulders as he headed to his closet once more. He reached around Minho, pulling out a soft, well-worn deep green t-shirt.

“Can I?”

“Sure,” Minho nodded. “Just please don’t spill anything on it, that’s my favorite shirt.”

Taehyung hesitated, looking at the faded screen print on the front, barely legible. “New York?” “Taemin and I went a few summers back. His graduation present. We both got those for each other.”

“Are you sure I can borrow it?”

Minho smiled a little. “Yeah.” He nodded, taking the hanger and pushing it toward Taehyung’s chest. “Green suits you.”

Taehyung grinned and pulled it over his head. He held his arms out. Minho laughed, reaching out and patting down his bedhead. “Comb that and add jeans and you’ll be perfect.”

“What are you talking about, my parents say I’m already perfect.”

Minho groaned, swinging at Taehyung halfheartedly. He dodged easily, giggling as he headed into the bathroom. Minho watched him go, an unfamiliar clench in his chest.

Despite the night before and the tension in the morning, by breakfast things had fallen into their familiar camaraderie. Taehyung was his normal, giggly self, no sign of the hangover that had made him grouchy just an hour prior. His happiness was contagious, and Minho found himself laughing and playing along without a care.

When Taehyung asked to have a selfie with him, he barely questioned it, leaning in close and resting his chin on Taehyung’s shoulder.

“Ah, it’s perfect,” Taehyung cooed, showing the phone. Minho huffed a laugh.

“You’re cute.”

“Can I post it to social media?”

“Of course.”

“Do you have a Twitter?”

Minho nodded. He rambled off his handle, and Taehyung nodded, tapping away at his phone. Minho pulled his own out, smiling a bit at the notification. He retweeted it, and Taehyung beamed.

“When do you start filming?”

Minho glanced at the time. “About an hour. You?”

“Same.”

“Head there with me?”

Taehyung’s grin spread once more. He nodded. Minho took the check, paying and handing it back before heading out with Taehyung.

The two walked the long way to the set, enjoying the cool summer day. Minho found himself asking questions in earnest about Taehyung’s childhood, enjoying the stories he told and telling his own. Things felt easy with Taehyung, and peaceful. Minho found himself thinking how interesting it would be to have Taehyung and Taemin meet, their opposing personalities would either work perfectly or be at perfect odds with one another. He hoped for the former.

When they were nearly to the location of their filming, Minho’s phone buzzed incessantly. He held up a finger to Taehyung, stepping off the sidewalk to pull it out.

“Taemin,” he said, smiling into the camera.

“Hyung… You looked well on your date… He’s cute.”

“I told you he was. Why do you look so sullen?”

Taemin shifted in the chair he was in. “Isn’t he a bit young for you, Minho-hyung.”

“Hey, you punk, you make it sound like I’m some perverted old man,” Minho scolded without venom. “He’s only a few years younger than you. Ninety-five.”

“He looks younger.”

“He’s got a youthful face. You needn’t worry, he’s perfectly legal. And we get along splendidly.”

“Are you dating him then? Steadily?”

Minho glanced at Taehyung, who was listening just off camera, his head cocked a bit. He grinned when Minho met his gaze, nodding rapidly.

Minho smiled. “We think so. We’re still in early stages. You know how it is, right? Especially now that you’ve found Jimin.”

Taemin’s smile drooped a little. “I suppose, yes… When will you be coming home?”

“End of next week is our final shooting day unless it gets extended somehow.”

“Does your friend…”

“He lives in Seoul as well. I will be interested in seeing you two meet. I’m sure you would have anyway, with him being Jimin’s friend. I’m curious to meet Jimin as well, from what you and Taehyungie both say he seems like a splendid person.”

“Right… He’s pretty great. You should call me tonight, hyung. I miss talking with you.” “I will try. I have to go, we have to get to set.”

“We? Oh… Are you with him?”

Minho nodded. “We walked to set after breakfast.”

“He’s wearing your favorite shirt.”

“Isn’t green such a nice color on him?”

“I suppose… It is on you too. That’s why I chose that color.”

Minho laughed a little. “Are you jealous, Tae?”

“What? No.” Taemin scowled. “I’m just not used to seeing you with someone else.”

“Someone else?” Minho smirked. “Someone other than you?”

“Well, yeah. It’ll just take some getting used to. He’s really pretty… You two make a good match.”

Minho glanced at Taehyung out of the corner of his eye. “Thanks… I’ll talk to you later.” He hung up and looked at Taehyung, offering a small smile. “I think our plan is working.”

“Good.” Taehyung turned, heading back to the sidewalk. Minho frowned, following after him. “Why do you look so sullen? Do you think it’s a bad idea now?”

“No, no… He’s just really pretty. I can see why you and Jimin both want him.”

Minho chuckled, “he’s dramatic and flamboyant… But I wouldn’t trade him for the world. He’s always been there for me. I guess like you and Jimin. I’m eager to meet him.”

Taehyung nodded. “I’m sure he’ll adore you.”

The remaining walk was silent, but not entirely uncomfortable. Minho could tell Taehyung was a little tense, but he couldn’t pinpoint why. As they began to work, Taehyung relaxed, laughing more easily and becoming more himself as the day went on.

That evening, Minho returned Taemin’s call, enjoying the ease of conversation. Both seemed to be dancing around the topic of their respective other halves, and Minho was entirely fine with that. It felt normal and natural, and reminded him how deeply he cared for Taemin, and how badly he wanted him. But when the call ended, and Minho was left in the dark of his room, his mind continued to wander to Taehyung, just a few doors down. His heart was fully split, and he had no idea what to do about it.

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ecto-american · 5 years

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Period Pains

The things @ghostgothgeek inspires me to write

On AO3

Warnings: Talk of periods

The fluorescent humming of the lightbulbs and soft music seemed to be the only background noise of the local store. Danny's eyes scanned the shelves hard, growing confused as he struggled.

Maximum absorbance? Ultra thin? Flex foam? What? What the fuck do any of these even mean?

He scratched his chin, giving a curious hum as he tried to remember the brand name Sam told him. Danny reached into his pocket to pull out his phone to try and compare the picture of the tampon box he took when Sam first made the request. He heard a store cart wheel past the aisle before abruptly stopping.

"Danny Phantom?" a confused feminine voice called out. Danny froze before remembering. Oh yeah. He really didn't wanna be seen buying these as Fenton, or even being in the tampon aisle.

"Hello, citizen," he tried to greet cheerfully, but it came out weak and timid as the reality of his decision fully hit him. He glanced to see a confused middle aged shopper staring at him with wide eyes, pushing a cart full of items. She quickly hurried past, and Danny returned his attention to the shelf.

What the fuck, none of the boxes matched. He stared, dumbfounded. Was he at the wrong store?

He nervously walked down the aisle towards the wall, and his face lit up with relief before flinching. There was more. Holy hell there were so many options! How did girls know what kind to use? Sports? Security? Click compact? What?

He held his phone up and compared the boxes to the picture. Oh thank Pariah Dark, one finally matched. He eagerly snatched the box up, tucking it under his arm. He paused. What if Sam needed two? Wait, how many were in a box? He glanced and read the box, recognizing some of the new buzzwords that he had learned about feminine hygiene products. Holy shit 36!? ...Wait was that even enough?

Danny could feel eyes boring into him, and he turned to see a couple staring at him in absolute disbelief. He felt his cheeks burn a dark green.

"It's-it's not mine," he stammered out. "It's for my girlfriend."

"You have a girlfriend?" the guy asked curiously. Danny nodded, and he glanced at the shelves. Sam didn't bleed enough to warrant a second box, right? Well she did run out. But did that mean she was almost done? "Dude! You're Danny Phantom!" Danny winced.

"Yeah, yeah, I know who I am," he muttered.

"Can I have your autograph?" the girl blurted out. Danny forced a smile.

"Got a pen?" he asked.

The girl immediately began to dig through her purse and produced a small handful of pens, as well as what looked like a study guide for some class. She offered both to Danny. He picked a purple sharpie.

"Um, hold this real quick."

He traded her the tampons for the paper, and he used a shelf to quickly sign. The girl's face brightened, and she happily took the paper back.

"Thank you so much!" she chirped, and she showed it to her boyfriend while putting the pens away. Danny took this as his chance to quickly walk away.

He stuck close to the wall, keeping the tampons between him and the wall to avoid anybody seeing. He prayed that he wouldn't run into his parents, or worse, Valerie. Both would immediately be guns blazing, assuming he was out to...steal tampons. For some reason.

"Is that Danny fucking Phantom?" a surprised voice called out. Danny walked faster, and he slipped into an aisle.

Sam didn't ask him for it, but Danny had a sister. He knew the deal. Not the whole deal, but enough to know that he would be the world's best boyfriend if he picked up a little something extra for his beloved. After some careful searching, he found what he was looking for. The vegan chocolate Sam loved the most. He smiled in relief as he picked up a bar of it.

"Danny Phantom!" a child's voice gasped. Danny turned to see two boys, no older than seven, staring at him in absolute disbelief. He felt himself relax a bit, giving a friendly smile and wave. Kids were so much easier to interact with than judging adults or lovestruck teenagers.

"Hey," Danny greeted. One boy was shyly tugging on the hem of his shirt, which Danny noticed had his logo on it.

"Hi," he replied shyly. Danny glanced up to see a woman turn into the aisle with a shopping cart. She looked surprised and paused when she saw him before quickly wheeling up.

"Danny Phantom?" she seemed so confused. Danny nodded in confirmation. She smiled a bit. "Jason loves you. Jason, did you say hi, honey?"

She reached out to put her hand on her son's head, the one in the Danny Phantom shirt. He just stared at his feet. Danny knelt to his height.

"Hey, Jason," he greeted him again. He held out his hand, allowing it to glow lightly. Some ice began form. Jason and the other kid began to stare at it in absolute awe as the glowing powers soon finally faded and left in its place a small ice sculpture of the Danny Phantom logo. Danny offered it to Jason, who happily took it.

"I want one!" the other kid blurted out.

"I gotcha, dude," Danny promised him, and he repeated the process. This time the kids were nearly bouncing in place at being able to see such an event up close. The other got a logo as well.

"Thank you!" the other kid practically shouted as he snatched it up eagerly.

"Thank you!" Jason quickly spoke up.

"Of course, just make sure you stay clear of ghosts. A lot of them aren't very nice, and I don't want to see you get hurt," Danny explained. They nodded, and both began to shove them up to their mom to show her, both chattering a mile a minute.

"Yes I see, they're very nice, be careful with it," their mom began to try and calm them down, but to no avail. "Boys, go pick out your candy." The words were like magic, and the two began to run up and down the aisle trying to find what they wanted. The mom sighed lightly. "Thank you," she told Danny, and she cocked her head curiously. "No offense, but why are you here?" Danny flinched at the unintentional reminder. He held up his items for purchase.

"Girlfriend," was all he said. The mom nodded understandingly.

"Getting chocolate's a good move," she told him. "Smart man."

"Thanks. Have a good night," he told her, giving a small wave before quickly exiting the aisle.

It's almost over. It's almost over. Danny exhaled deeply as he headed towards the self check out. He was so close. He just had to make the purchase, and then he could immediately fly out, invisible all the way back to Sam's.

Oh no. Oh no.

His heart sank as he saw the dreaded rope of doom stretched across the self check out area. Closed. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

He stared at the line. It wasn't too bad, but given his items of purchases, he'd rather go through the accident again. Danny exhaled deeply. It was for Sam. He could do this. Boyfriends bought their girlfriends tampons all the time. Hell, his dad would constantly chuck what his mom and Jazz needed into the cart with zero fucks. Why couldn't he be more like that? Danny felt ashamed of himself. He and Sam were nearly twenty. They'd been together for almost a year, and he can't just go and get tampons for her in his own human form like an actual good boyfriend? Well, way too late to back out of this now.

The ghost went to stand in line. The man in front of him, an older man with a mustache and thick glasses, glanced behind to see who came, and he immediately did a double take before staring. Danny gave a shy wave. The man frowned, narrowing his eyes at him. Danny began staring off to his left, but he could still feel the man staring at him.

"What the fuck is a ghost doing here?" the man finally spoke. Danny's eyes locked back onto the man's.

"I'm buying tampons and some chocolate for my girlfriend." It came out a bit more raspy and weak than he wanted it to, and he coughed a bit at the end to clear his throat. The man stared hard at him.

"Ghosts need tampons?" he sounded skeptical, and he took a step forward as the cashier finished checking out the person before him.

"She's human," Danny explained. The man's face darkened as he scowled. He raised a finger up to Danny.

"I think it's absolutely disgusting that you would take advantage of a human like that, and you should be ashamed of yourself," he told him. "I hope the Guys in White destroy you one day."

Danny just swallowed nervously. How do you even respond to something like that? He just bit his lip and stared off to the side again. The man, to his relief, turned to the front and refused to say another word to him. Although he did shoot him a nasty glare as the cashier gave him his receipt.

He wordlessly put his stuff on the conveyor belt, and the bored cashier began to ring him up.

"Is that all for you today?" she asked. Danny cleared his throat.

"Uh, yeah," he murmured. The cashier hummed in acknowledgement as she read out the total, and Danny handed her the cash. Something hit him, and Danny blinked. "You know, you're the first person to not say something about me doing this." The cashier gave a breathless chuckle as she handed him his change.

"You're far from the weirdest thing I've seen this shift alone," she told him. "But ignore the other dude. He's just being a pissbaby because he doesn't have a girlfriend to go buy tampons for." Danny snorted in amusement. "Tell the Mrs. Phantom I said hello."

"Will do," Danny replied. He grabbed the plastic bag of tampons and chocolate, tossing the receipt inside. He didn't bother walking out the door, but instead seized the chance to turn invisible and fly far, far away.

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"You're such a dingus!" Sam's voice scowled through the bathroom door. Danny sighed from where he laid on the bed.

"I'm sorry, it's just, embarrassing," he tried to justify his weird decision. A few moments later, Sam came out of the bathroom. She looked miserable, and Danny offered up the candy bar he got her. She accepted it, immediately tearing off the wrapper.

"No. I mean, yeah. That was stupid. But you got the wrong box," she told him. Danny's eyes widened in horror.

"So do I-"

"Yeah, you need to go back." Sam took a bite of the chocolate bar.

"...Fuck."

#danny phantom #phics #my phics #oc #sam manson #amethyst ocean

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fourmisfitz · 5 years

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Breakthru (Roger Taylor x Reader)

Prompt: I’m done. I’m done trying so hard only for you to never even look in my direction.

Summary: The reader has quite a lot on her mind that she needs to settle once and for all.

Words: 2.5k

Warnings: slight angst

A/N: This was a one-shot I wrote immediately after securing the prompt but just edited now, i hope you guys enjoy:)

You had been sitting in Roger’s flat - or, more accurately, done anything but sit still - anxiously waiting for him to get home. You looked through a baby album, you ate some granola bars he would probably murder you for later, you found out which position to lay on his couch was comfiest for your neck. You even sat down at his drum kit.

He’d tried giving you one lesson before but one shattered window and a busted drum stick later...

“So how much do I speed up?”

“I need a bloody cigarette.”

It made you giggle because you were really just kinda giving him a hard time for fun by that point.

Now, you began air-playing, and then your curiosity got the best of you as you started lighting tapping the toms. The stick in your right hand accidentally nicked a cymbal and you swore under your breath.

Getting up, you lost your footing around the stool and tripped, loosing grip of one of the drumsticks. It flung backward and the sound of glass shattering followed it as you winced. You got up and brushed off your jeans.

You began pacing the rug in his living room, a thousand thoughts a minute plowing through your mind. Should I be here? Should I be doing this? Does he deserve this? Probably not… But I need this...

Just then, the door swung open and bounced against the wall. He called out your name and you murmured an “In here,” for him to track.

A shaggy blonde stood in the archway. He looked exhausted from a long day. You felt the same.

“What are you doing in here, love?” He asked.

He noticed you continuing to pace.

“Huh? Oh, um,” You wrang out your fingers, fidgeting, mind absent.

“What’s on your mind?” He pressed.

“You know, just uh- I really like this rug. It’s a good rug.” You nodded.

“Righttt…” He pretended to believe it.

You let out a sigh, biting your lip nervously.

“You alright?” He asked again, walking towards you.

“Yeah, I’m just… tired.” You murmured.

He reached out a bent elbow for your arm to link with his

“You need a sandwich.” He poked your nose, bringing out a small smile. You watched fondly as he bent down to kiss your stomach. “Both of you.” He added, smiling against your growing bump and returned to his feet to admire your toothy grin.

“There’s my happy girl. C’mon, let’s get some food into you.” He pecked your temple.

The smile he mimicked off yours fell for a moment, “Hey, what happened to the-”

“So how ‘bout that sandwich?” You interrupted, smiling innocently, attemting to avert his attention.

The top of his head tilted towards you at your side as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“You,” He raised his head to stare in front of him as you stifled giggles. “Are untamable, woman, I swear.” He shook his head, giving in to a half-laugh as he guided the two of you to his kitchen.

‘When are you going to quit this?!’ echo.

‘When you stop being such an idiot!’

‘You’re being ridiculous!’ echo.

“You know, if I had a penny for every time the perfect sandwich just magically fixed all my problems...”

Your chin shifted in your propped up fists as you watched Roger work away, his mouth full from picking at the iceberg of lettuce.

“I’d have, like, two cents...”

You furrowed your eyebrows, smiling at the poor comparison.

“-does wonders for the cravings, though,” He added, nodding to the small bump on your abdomen.

“Here, love, Rog Junior over there is probably starving.” Roger tossed the fresh sandwich in front of you before walking over and placing his palms over your stomach.

“Does Mummy not feed you, little one?” He tsked at you and turned to walk back to make one for himself.

“I can level with you on that one, baby Ro, I swear sometimes she forgets to feed daddy, too.”

A smirk overcame his face as he shot you a wink, waving the knife around. You rolled your eyes, grinning and pressed your own palm to your small but growing tummy, smiling shyly to yourself, but instantly feeling it twist into knots.

“It doesn’t even feel like we’re together anymore!”

‘‘Maybe if you weren’t gone after we had an argument, we could actually work it out!”

“Maybe I don’t want to work it out!” You spat back.

echo echo echo...

The memories were rippling through your mind, replaying over and over and over and-

You tried to snap back into the reality ensuing in the kitchen, but it was useless, your mind wouldn’t stop growing louder. Now Roger was eating his own sandwich, going on about a disagreement at the studio regarding differing opinions on lyrics.

You began twisting the cold piece of metal around your ring finger, no longer listening to what he was saying. It was just a hazy echo for background noise to your pounding thoughts.

“You don’t even look at me the same anymore!” You pleaded.

“I could say the same for you! I wonder why!” His voice was booming.

You couldn’t take it anymore. It wasn’t fair to keep this going when you felt different. It was wrong to keep it from him.

You muttered something to yourself, the word divorce sneaking into the mumble, focusing on the details of the cupboard to keep your eyes occupied. Like a vacuum, you were instantly sucked back into reality.

“What’s that, sorry?” He leaned sideways to be a bit closer to hear you, eyes still focused on his BLT as he smushed the slices together. You had said it so quietly you weren’t even sure you heard yourself.

“I’m done.” You tried again, breath shaky in your throat this time.

He knew exactly what you were about to do, but wasn’t ready for it. He just stared at you, paused with a dainty piece of lettuce hanging out one side of his mouth, chipmunk cheeks activated, frozen.

“What?” He stammered, his eyebrows lifting with his attention.

“You heard me.” Just shy of a whisper, eyes still fixated on the bland oak wood.

“Y/N, wait wait wait, just hol’on a minute.” Raising his hands in the air to pause you, rushing to chew and gulp down the sandwich and bomb you’d just laid on him.

“Let’s talk about thi-”

“Save it.” You licked a tear that had found its way to the corner of your mouth.

“I know what I want.” You added, his wide eyes stared on as you continued.

“I want this.” Your eyes finally met with his, the blue orbs breeding worry.

“I’m sorry, Rog, but I-” You halted your sentence, shaking your head.

What more was there to say? You didn’t need to apologize to him, either.

You paused then nodded as a final declaration of your decision, impulsive eyes blinking. You slowly glanced down at the digits you were fidgeting with and his gaze followed.

Were you ever going to get me a real one?

Prying it off, you peered at the green smudge left around your sweaty ring finger, a ghost of commitment.

This gesture was long overdue, you knew he’d seen it coming. He had to have. You wanted to do it for so long to prove you were serious about all the times you threatened to.

He uttered your name but it fell into some echo void, lost in the air as you ignored it and, without another thought, chucked the silver-plated copper impostor down the drain beside Roger, along with your marriage.

You dared to meet with his eyes again. They were stark blue. God you loved those eyes.

“You’re really doing this…” Pure shock coated his face along with a sweat sheen.

There was a pause before you huffed.

“No,” a hint of a smile crept up on your face, but was immediately robbed with a frown as you bit your lip, breaking the skin.

“You did this. You showed me it’s what needs to happen, Roger- that it’s not right to carry on when... so-...” You croaked. That was it. You’re done, stop talking there. You’ve said all that needs to be said.

You were admiring and mentally storing the colour of his eyes before turning on your heels to head for the front door.

It was the longest two seconds of your life because you knew what followed would be worse for you and Roger, but it would be better, too. Part of you was internally begging for him - waiting for him - to grab your shoulders and turn you to stop you in a hug, but he didn’t. You wish he would just pick you up, throw you on his bed, kiss you until the sun arose, and make it all better; that he would so you’d have an excuse not to leave, but he knew you needed to go and not stop you, encourage you, even.

As you walked to his door, passed the island counter, an echo of your laugh wisped over it from when Roger peppered kisses on every inch of your body after baking pizzas to cheer you up after a fight.

Next you passed the fridge, you again felt the cold metal against your back when the blonde shoved you against it in a heat of passion this past summer.

Then in the living room, connected to the hallway by the front door, you saw the two of you on the couch. That was the time everything in your life seemed to be going wrong and he held you, showing you if nobody else wanted to try, he would. He promised that day he would always be there. It was the first real time you experienced Roger being so endearing and comforting, genuinely seeming like he cared.

You bit your tongue by accident trying to suppress sobs. You should have bitten it a while ago.

Echoes of the argument this morning swirled about your brain,

“You know for a moment there I thought you were actually going to give me the time of day to show you how much I ~do~ care.” he hollered from the bedroom.

Your bottom lip quivered as you squeezed a train of salty droplets from your eyes, swallowing the ache in your throat.

“~That’s~,” your voice didn’t even sound like yours. His tense face relaxed a bit when he saw the devastation crawling around your own, “How you made me feel,” waving a hand in front of you as if your sleeve were erasing a chalkboard, wishing you could do that for her tainted memories from the doomed marriage, “~all~ of these past few months.”

He stared, the only tension in his face now focused at the pinch between his eyebrows, utter remorse slumping his posture as he was lost for words.

He started to plea your name, softer this time.

“Tell your parents I said goodbye, you’ve done it now. You’ve pushed me away.”

As the door slammed behind you, your body faltered to your buckling knees and you slid down the wall of the apartment corridor. Every vein gushed blood to your heart, not able to tell if you were freezing, or smoldering. A crescendo of pain flooded from your throat, attacked your mouth muscles, forced a frown, and pushed tears beyond your eyes. You clutched your chest and thought about the times you felt happy despite the marriage getting rough. A montage of memories, rhapsodies of praise for the moments you clung to…

For reassurance...

“Look at the waterworks! Sweethearrrrt, come on, you’re acting like it’s going to be tomorrow!...” you had been bawling in his lap, insecurities of how long you would last blooming. “and it sure as hell won’t be any time soon.” He took your face in his hands. “This is forever.” His mouth claimed against your cheek as his long dark curls tickled your neck before kissing your ring.

And for hope...

Your name reverberated off the walls of the small apartment. “I just thought of this, tell me what you think! Come on!” grabbing your hand and rushing the two of you practically at a sprint to his drum kit before he forgot the beat, laughing through every word as his blonde hair rippled over his shoulders each hit of the batter heads and cymbals. Near the middle of it his eyes flickered up to yours as he confessed, “You inspired this part!” A crescendo arising as energy passed through his arms to either side of him. You laughed and asked why, and he shrugged and told you it felt like the song needed it; he knew his life was missing something until you - that crescendo - hit and at last secured it as a favourite in his mind like when a favourite song captures you.

The longing to have that back, the first day you felt relief from your relationship you felt trapped in for so long.

The lazy day you spent on his couch, the record player booming Should I Stay or Should I Go by The Clash as you read a magazine, he - a detailed book about cars. You were biting your lip as you played a round of peek-a-boo behind the printed pages, rocking your propped-up, undressed, bare leg, tempting him before he finally snatched the reading away and lunged on you, pulling giggles out of your throat as he tickled your sides and latched his lips to your neck. His blonde hair tickling your cheek is burned into your mind forever.

Now, instead of throwing your head back in uncontrollable laughing fits, begging for sweet mercy, you threw your head back, smacking it against the wall, begging things to even out. You thumped your head once more, and then instantly regretted it.

“He doesn’t even look at me the same, he knows.” You sobbed to yourself. Echo.

You heard heavy footsteps - Rogers - running to the other side of the door to check on you. It hurt, a sharp pain throbbing around your brain and rushing to the front, clouding your vision with your tears. It hurt to feel this much pain in your head as you did in your heart. You cried out Roger’s name. It hurt.

It hurt so much you woke up.

There was no sign of air exhuming from your throat as your shaky hand reached up to your quivering lip, some piece of metal cold against your chin. You jolted up in the bed to an upright position and flicked your hand in front of your face in a panic, blinking profusely to check, double check, triple check... It was still there, you hadn’t done it.

You fell back, bouncing into the mattress as you stared up at the ceiling, still trying to process what had just happened. What parts were drawn from reality and what was just a figment of your imagination.

“What the hell…” You breathed.

“Bad dream, sweetheart?” He rolled over, one hand gently retracting yours from your lap and kissing your ring, the other slipping underneath your neck to pull you close to him.

“What? Oh- y-yeah. I’m sorry if I woke you, go back to sleep.”

He rubbed circles with his thumb over your hand, eyes still asleep in a drowse.

“I’m right here. I adore you, sweets. Till death-” He planted a messy kiss on your cheek, “do-” Then your temple, the wetness leaving it cool against your skin, “us part.” And one last one just nicking your lips while you ignorantly still stared at the ceiling tiles.

“Hope she didn’t wake you much, little one.” He bent down to kiss your tummy. “I wonder how curly his hair is going to be.” He yawned. Your stomach twisted again.

It was those brief moments in the morning grog where your daily arguments hadn’t started up yet. It was like a consensual silence of decency. It was a facade.

You were reliving the dream, brief sections of it being so accurate it allowed you to relive the actual memories embedded in your brain that found their way into the slumber.

You breathed away the experience, turning with closed eyes to place a kiss on your husbands warm forehead before burying yourself into his chest. You avoided his eyes, even if they hid behind sleepy, unknowing lids. You took one last deep breath, letting it go against his chest before forcing out,

“ ‘Love you too, Brian.”

And you drifted off to dream about your true love you would fall asleep with tonight.

*Ending Explained... Reader is married to Brian. The arguing flashbacks are between you & him. They are both equally to “blame” for the relationship going south. Taking that into consideration, reader cheats on Brian with Roger. Roger knows, but tries to stay out of it, that’s why he doesn’t mention Brian. The happier flashbacks are of Roger & reader, when you two first began seeing more of each other after you’d get into heated arguments with Brian. The dream sequence where you discard the ring is your gesture to Roger to prove you are ending things once and for all with Brian, but then you realized you hadn’t actually officially done it yet, and Brian noticed your bump growing and obviously assumes its his baby. Now, reader has some decisions to make...

Part Two is now out!

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holylulusworld · 5 years

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Annoying brat – Part 14

Summary: Reader is the annoying brat in camp. Except Cas and Chuck no one seems to like her. Dean always ignored the shy girl until he has a closer look at her.

Pairing: Endverse!Dean x Reader, Past!Dean x Reader

Warnings: language, angst, arguments, tension, cheating (if a kiss counts)

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Weeks has passed since Dean told you about his brother Sam and his plans to kill Lucifer. You’ve got the feeling he’s hiding something from you.

Sighing you sit in his hut checking some information according the colt he’s looking for. The weapon really is powerful. But is it powerful enough to defeat Lucifer?

Engrossed in a chapter about the fact that there are five enemies which can’t be killed by the colt you don’t recognize Dean is entering the room. Slamming the door shut he storms into the hut.

Turning around you need to rub your eyes to believe what you see…two Deans?

“What? How? Shifter? I thought they are all dead?” You ask confused.

“No shifter, he’s me…my past me. An angel send him here to make him see what happens when he refuses to say yes to Michael. Keep an eye on him. Let no one else see him!” Dean orders.

“Sure, Boss,” you snap at him.

Your harsh tone let him flinch and his features soften for a moment. Nodding you look at the restrained younger version of your lover.

“An angel send you here?” You ask softly.

“Seems so. Zachariah, asshole first class,” Dean chuckles.

You know this is the younger version of your Dean but he seems different. Not so broken and rough. Maybe with a bit more hope?

“Dean? Did your Sam already say ‘yes’?”

“What? Sam would never…oh wait…that’s what my other version is after – right? The preparations, the colt. Sammy said yes?”

“Wait! He found the colt? Why didn’t he tell me?” You wonder.

“Sammy said yes?” This version of Dean seems to be heartbroken at the realisation.

“I’m afraid that’s the truth. Dean … you… I mean my Dean told me so. He said he wished he could’ve stopped him.”

“I send him away…left him alone. No…he said yes.” Dean whispers.

“You said you saw my Dean making preparations?”

“They are loading cars and Dean packed the colt. Whatever he’s planning they will strike tomorrow.” The younger Dean says.

Sighing you sit next to him on the ground. “He didn’t say a word. I …”

“I guess he wants to protect you, that’s what I would do, but this version of me…I don’t know him good enough. He killed one of your members without hesitation.”

“Wait. He killed…but why?”

“Croats. He said the guy got bitten.”

“I see.”

Wiping away a tear you remain silent. The younger version of your Dean is studying your face. He knows why his older version likes you. There’s something in your eyes, a spark of light. Even in this desolated world there’s a light in your eyes.

“So you and I? A pair?”

“Huh? Oh…kinda…only inside these walls.” You whisper.

“To keep you safe?”

“Maybe…”

“I can see why.”

“Won’t work, I can’t let you go. He gave me an order, I’m his assistant after all, so sorry Dean, even if you are his younger self I can’t let you go.”

“Maybe I rather stay here and enjoy your company?” He says smiling and your heart aches.

You can see this Dean went through a lot too, but there’s still a carefree piece inside of him which your Dean lost.

“Trying to charm me?”

“Does it work?”

“He lost this…”

“What?”

“The smile, even when he’s smiling it’s … don’t know…”

“We should’ve met earlier, I guess.”

“Which year are you from?” You ask.

“2009.”

“Wow, five years and such a difference, losing Sam must’ve destroyed a big part of him. He tries to but …”

Bumping his shoulder against yours Dean looks at you. There’s a light in his eyes, hope, your Dean lost this light…

“2009 … so many bad hunts in that year.” You say.

“A hunter too?”

“Guilty.”

“Do you think I should say ‘yes’?”

“No, playing by the angels rules sucks. The winner will destroy the world too, I bet.”

“Any suggestions what I can do?”

“Call you brother, stick together. Don’t let him go Dean. Maybe it will end here either way then you’ll at least have me. But maybe you can save your brother and the world.”

“I know why I like you,” Dean rasp leaning closer to you. Cupping his face you kiss him softly. Moaning he opens his mouth for you, sliding his tongue with yours.

After breaking the kiss you’re panting, biting your lip you open Dean’s restrains.

“He’ll get mad.”

“Well, he lied to me so we are even. I need to stop him and you need to find a way back to save Sam and the world.”

“Wait. What’s your name?” Dean asks.

“Y/N/N. I’m a hunter and my number in 2009 is …” Writing your number down Dean smiles at you. Pushing you against the wall his kisses you roughly.

“When I call you. Will you believe me?”

“Well…I’m going to tell you something only I can know and no one else…”

Searching the camp you see Dean putting his gun into the holster at his thigh. Watching him preparing a battle without even telling you stings in your heart.

How could he hide the fact he’s going to fight Lucifer? He could die; the man you love could die. Would he have left the camp without saying goodbye?

Turning around his eyes widen, seeing you standing next to his younger self. Storming toward you he tries to not yell at you to avoid someone else sees his younger version.

“Why did you let him go?” Dean grunts.

“As he needs to find a way back. Why did you lie to me? You already got the colt and you know where Lucifer is…would you just left me without saying a word?” You whisper.

“I don’t owe you an explanation. I’ve got a mission and no one will distract me. I’ll fulfill my mission without hesitation. Nothing else does count, not even you.”

Flinching at his words you turn to leave, trying to hide the tears falling from your eyes you meet another pair of emerald eyes.

The softer version of your lover watches your pained expression. Without hesitation he runs to your side to hold you tight.

“You don’t deserve her.” He yells at his future self. “She loves you and you just…”

Shaking his head he kisses your forehead softly.

“Hands off, she’s mine.”

“Do you own her? So Sam said yes and you didn’t think of telling me?”

“What for? He said yes, nothing will change this. I need to fix what you broke! You could’ve avoid this situation by saying yes too.” Your Dean yells.

“No, I still can fix this. He didn’t say yes in my time. I can stop him, he’s our brother. Sammy will listen to me. He must listen to me. We’ll find a way to defeat Lucifer without saying ‘yes’.”

“You really believe he’s still your brother? Fine you will come with me, just like her.” Grabbing your arm harshly your Dean drags you toward one of the cars.

“Let go off me!” You yell. Trying to wiggle out of Dean’s tight grip you fail.

“You’ll witness what Sam became and you will see me fulfilling my mission, Y/N. Later you’ll be punished for not following my order. We have strict rules.”

“That’s my fault not hers. You can’t punish her for something I have done.” The younger Dean says to defend you.

Smiling you look at him. Wishing you met him years before he became this hard and rough version.

“Fine.” Dean grunts looking at his younger self he envies him. This Dean still has hope and faith, he lost both years ago, when he lost Sam.

Driving toward the unavoidable confrontation your stomach drops and your heart aches. You know this will end badly.

Sighing you sit next to the 2009er version of Dean while he tries to calm down. You can see his mad, no beyond mad. You guess he would smash your Dean’s face if he could.

“Why are you into this version of me?”

“I love him.” You whisper. You can’t see the little smile on the face of your lover.

“How can you love him? He treats you so…bad.”

“He likes me too; he would never hurt me or let someone else hurt me. He saved me more than once. You don’t understand what I’ve been through the last years. With Dean everything is easier to bear. I know he seems to be cold and controlled but from time to time I get a glimpse of the man he used to be.”

“You really love me…No one before defended me like you. Except Sammy.” The past Dean whispers sad.

“You still can save him Dean.”

“I messed up epic, maybe he’ll never listen to me again.”

“Call him and tell him, everything.”

“Stop being all lovey-dovey we are there!” Your Dean grunts.

“You shouldn’t take him with us. What if he gets hurt? Or worse killed, Dean?”

“He’s protected by Zachariah. He needs to see what happens if he refuses to say yes.”

“Don’t do this Dean. Let’s just drive back to the camp. Maybe the colt doesn’t work? I read a book…”

“You and my younger self follow me while the others will do their job.”

“Dean that’s insane! This area is full of enemies. We can’t make it through all of them.”

“I know, that’s why Castiel and the other will play the bait so I can kill Lucifer.” Your Dean says and you start to shiver.

How can he sacrifice your friends?

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sweetpea-skarsgard-blog · 6 years

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Pretty Like a Picture // Henry Pearl Imagine

((This is my first fic for Henry, and it is definitely going to be a 2 parter! I love this soft boy so much, and I think that he deserves the world. Thank you to my mother, @skarschart for watching Battlecreek with me again and making me need to write something like this- ))

Warning: Mention of nudity, adult themes.

Henry was content to live his life in the shadows.. Just walking around the small town of Battlecreek after everyone had already turned their lights down and gotten ready to hop into bed. It was a lot quieter than the hustle of the small town, which he could hear from his bedroom and house when he felt like staying awake into the later hours of the morning. The night time was his friend, and like a vampire he tended to thrive in it.. Even if it was a bit of a lonely existence.

Though to his luck, the diner was open for twenty four hours a day- making it easier to get some sort of social contact other than his mother Tallulah on a daily basis. Sure the young man loved his mama, but he swore that sometimes she was viable to just drive him up the wall. Sitting at his usual spot near the bar of the diner, Melinda walked over, giving Henry a gentle smile. “Henry Pearl, if you aren't a sight for sore eyes.. What’s it been.. Twenty four hours since I last saw your face in here?” she teased, nodding to him, and then getting a mug from the rack, before setting it in front of him and pouring a steaming cup of joe.

Henry just grinned and then took a sip of the hot liquid, having grown accustomed to the scalding heat- since well.. He had certainly felt worse in his life. “It has, Melinda. I just couldn't stay away I guess.. “ he chuckled quietly , blushing slightly as he looked down then towards the door, as the bell chimed. Melinda just smiled as she watched you walk in, crossing her arms and nodding you over before she spoke. “Now, now Y/N it ain't very ladylike to keep Henry waiting. I mean- this boy is as punctual as can be.” she teased, making you laugh slightly, before you shook your head and made your way over. You pulled your bag from your shoulder and set it down beside you, sitting at your usual spot to Henry’s left, before Melinda went to get you your usual cup of tea as well.

“Henry Pearl.. I haven't seen you in the bookstore, for a whole two nights. What makes you think that I am going to come here miraculously on time if you don't remind me of our plans. You know that I have the concentration of a goldfish. I’ll forget anything if it hasn't been reminded to me in the past three seconds.”You joked, digging through your book bag, and then pulling out the small parcel that you had for him.

“Lucky for me, I happen to think that I am hard to forget.” he chuckled, gesturing somewhat to his neck, where his scar seemed to stick out. His skin was patchy, and seemed to be inflamed- but as you had previously found out when your fingers gently touched across the surface of his skin- it was rather soft. Sure, it was a bit leathery- but it was like any old scar… you happened to think that it was beautiful. Of course the circumstances were less than ideal, but you thought no less of Henry Pearl just for looking a bit different.. After all, besides his looks - that were still a sight to behold- he’d had such a kind heart.

Your mind thought back onto the night you met, how you were sitting outside your job sobbing gently into the sleeves of your sweater. Your boyfriend Chuck had just left you- and even though you had insisted that you weren't going to shed a tear over that asshole- well the night time could make any person weak when their thoughts consumed them, making you feel worthless as you sat in front of your place of work with a cigarette between your lips. ‘I’m not about to take a girl who might as well work in a brothel, home to my momma..’ Chuck had told you, gesturing towards the sign of the adult bookstore that you worked at. A lot of people in Battlecreek had tried to get the shop banned- but the small store carried on- and you just happened to work in it, when everyone else refused to, in the fear of being a social pariah.

. Taking your smoke break, you rubbed at your eyes, before you heard footsteps beside you.. A man stopping for a moment, before he stooped down and sat on the steps next to you.

“Now why is a girl like you sitting outside this old place and crying?” he asked quietly, looking at you seriously, before you just narrowed your eyes.

“What is that supposed to mean? You’ve never seen a teller at a porn shop before? Or are you looking for a little fun tonight, because well-I hate to disappoint, but I’m not a hooker.” you commented, biting at your lip as you looked away. Sure you were being crass and even a bit rude- but after what had happened.. You knew that you couldn't deal with someone else being an asshole.. Not today.

Henry was taken aback by that. Looking away and scooting to the side for a moment. He might as well have just walked away and left you to yourself- but.. From the hurt look in your eye, he couldn't do that. No.. he was sure he could be better than that. Even if you were lashing out at a random stranger for no reason. “No I was just wondering why you’d be crying.. Truth be told- I’ve never actually been in a - umm.. Adult shop.” his cheeks flushed, something that he could blame on the cool night air.. But- at the same time you knew all too well.. This man was innocent.

“I can see that.. Sorry- I just.. I’ve had a shit day and there's no use takin’ it out on you.” you nodded, before sighing and holding out your hand to him. “Y/N… my name is Y/N.” you introduced yourself, Henry gently taking it and then smiling gently at you. He took a small breath and looked you over, seeing your eyes flit over his neck and arm- seeing his affliction.. But he wasn't too ashamed.. He didn't like to hide.

“Henry… Henry Pearl.”

In the weeks that had come, you had slowly grown to know Henry over your time working at the shop- meeting up with the male on your smoke breaks, seeing as the shop was open later than anywhere else… Nobody ever liked to buy such depraved things in daylight- but then again after three in the morning, you had the place all to yourselves. It took a while to get Henry to come into the store- but once he was inside.. It was kind of sweet to see his innocent eyes gazing over everything, somewhat in wonder of the things that his eyes would behold.

“I take it you're.. A virgin?” you asked, arching an eyebrow at the male, who just blushed and looked away, still looking over the somewhat censored covers of the books- he did avoid the movies though.. Those were a little much for him. “What gave that away? Is it something I can change in how I act?” he teased, shaking his head before giving you that small smile that could send your heart aflutter.

“Hmm well yes you can change that but I don't think that is what you meant by that question, darling.” you drawled out with a smirk, leaning against the counter as Henry pawed over the boudoir art books. Classy, and artistic. You’d noticed that those were his favorites- he was an artist.. And you could tell that much from the paint stains on his shirts, and fingers..

Before he could stutter out a response, you laughed gently, before walking over to him. “I think that I have a few things that you would like.. I mean- not too sexual.. But more artistic.. Not everything is as depraved as the stuff on the shelves up front.. Some of it can be pretty … well romantic.” you blushed, taking hold of his hand and then pulling him towards the back of the store. Dusting off an old box, you looked up at the male, smiling gently before you opened it up. “This place used to be a regular book store.. But i guess then they figured that sex was the thing that was selling most these days so.. Well history writes itself.” you smiled, pulling out an old magazine that had some 1950’s pin ups in it. “These are the originals.. But i know that this art style goes back hundreds of years.. Gustav Klimt, Edvard Munch… the greats used to paint women, even men in an erotic sense.. So far all we have are these pinups here in the shop.. But i can get you a book on the classics if you’d like.” you explained, handing him the magazine, as Henry just looked at you with that sheepish smile.

“You know.. I would wanna say yes.. But i know that if anyone saw this- Tallulah saw this.. - she would shit a brick.” he flushed, making you grin and only grip his hand slightly tighter.

“Well then we just won’t let Miss Tallulah find out about this.. Will we?” you grinned, Henry only smirking gently at the contact. There was a hint of mischief in his sweet green eyes.. Were you rubbing off on him?

Henry opened the parcel, and looked at the book, Eduoard Manet’s Full Works. Melinda’s eye widening as she took a peek of the contents. “My my Henry… this is a family establishment. “ she teased, making him shut the book instinctively before you took it from his hands, and put it into his satchel.

“Sorry Melinda.. Henry is a little eager I guess. I’ll try and keep him in check.” you flirted ever so slightly, putting your hand over his and smiling up at him. Taking a sip of your tea, you looked outside.. Unknowing that Henry seemed to be staring at you for a few moments.

Gosh, he couldn't take his eyes off of you, your soft looking hair, beautiful skin.. The way you had your imperfections- but they didn't seem to mask the true beauty that was inside of you- not the way he felt his scars and skin affliction affected him. No.. to Henry, you were perfect.

“Hey, Y/N… What do you say… you let me paint you?” he asked, almost hesitant, as his finger tips played gently at the skin on your finger. His heart was racing, and so was yours as you turned to look at him.

“Paint me.... Henry Pearl, what are you planning?” you asked, arching your eyebrow gently, before moving your hand along his.

Henry just let out that small chuckle of his- seeming shy and cute.. But rather calculating before he spoke. “Oh nothing.. I just think that you’re beautiful is all.. It would be a shame not to - i don't know.. Appreciate it.” he said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Your heart beat fast, and you almost felt tears prick at your eyes when he said those words. Finding yourself unable to deny him what he wanted.. Not when he asked you so sweetly. “You’ve got a way with words, you know that.. I guess that I can manage it..” you whispered quietly, before leaning up and pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.

(( I’m thinking that the smut will be in the next one. Tell me what you think! and dont be afraid to leave a comment, or ask me something <3 I love feedback.))

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bluephoenixdruidicprincess · 5 years

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SPN 14x19, Jack In The Box -- Review

We're getting there. We're almost at the finale, I can hardly believe it. It feels like season 14 only just recently started airing but yet, strangely at the same time, it feels like season 14 has been going forever. While I can definitely say that season 14 hasn't been my favorite season, it most certainly has been taking me on a wild ride. This week we have 14x19, Jack in the Box.

There will be spoilers so maybe don't read this if you haven't seen the episode.

I do want to say right off the bat that the episode name, "Jack in the Box" while a perfect title for this episode, it also completely spoils the episode before you even get into it. I didn't even need to watch the promo trailer (which I didn't) to know that this episode was going to surround the idea of Jack being stuffed in that malak coffin. But that's neither here nor there. Just a casual observation. I'm not really complaining about it, just simply stating that it's not exactly rocket science to see the title of the episode and make a somewhat accurate conjecture on what's going to happen.

Let's begin with the episode starting off with Mary's "wake" I guess. I'm assuming these extras are meant to be a mix of the regular hunters and the au!hunters that survived au!Michael. Everyone's having a good time reminiscing about Mary and then out of nowhere an axe flies killing one of hunters and it's revealed that the killer is au!Bobby and the hunter he killed was actually a wraith in disguise. And this scene, the tone of the scene, it was a little weird. For one thing, it takes a while before it's made explicit that au!Bobby killed this dude because he was a wraith. I want to say the scene goes on for about 10-15 seconds before they make it clear that au!Bobby was killing a monster and not one of his own and 15 seconds is an eternity in film practically. It was kind of jarring and then just seeing everyone not even blink an eye, just an, "hey, how are you, Bobby? Glad you could make it. Thanks for sticking that axe in that dude's nagen." I do have a certain amount of respect for that wraith, though. Going into a hunter headquarters full of hunters to gloat over another hunter's death...while not necessarily classy and somewhat ill-advised and stupid, I gotta respect the dude's guts. I'm sure the dude's having a grand old time in Purgatory now. Dude was clearly not one to shy away from a fight. But anyway, before, I mentioned how this moment was kind of jarring. And I'm thinking perhaps by design for the sake of symbolism and foreshadowing. We got a monster in the headquarters of hunters so I can see that as symbolism and foreshadowing that there's a monster in our heroes, as well. Throughout this episode we've seen our heroes grappling with things that are bad and could be considered monstrous by their own standards. We have Jack sinking further and further into darkness, basically letting the monster within take control even if it is through Dumah's manipulation. Then we have Sam and Dean grappling with betraying Jack, something neither of them are comfortable with. There's Cas killing Dumah and for Cas, he doesn't take killing angels lightly considering the immense guilt he already harbors towards them. Au!Bobby deciding that finding a way by any means necessary to take Jack off the playing field could be seen as letting the monster take over, as well. And then there's another angle to think about in which au!Bobby killed the monster hiding amongst the hunters which is interesting to think about as his aim is to kill Jack who's technically a monster living amongst hunters. And it also leads into the idea of Sam and Dean taking the same approach with Jack.

And while we're on the subject of Mary's wake, there was something I noticed in that scene where it felt like Dean's body language was very closed off to Cas. When he's giving the speech about how great Mary was, when referring to Mary as a mother, his gestures are always open to Sam but closed off from Cas despite Mary viewing Cas as a son and "one of her boys". So obviously, things are still a little tense between Dean and Cas. I'm not really looking to get into the "you're dead to me" drama here. I'll do that in different posts if I so choose but for the sake of this review and my commentary on this episode, I thought it was worth a mention and was wondering whether anyone else picked up on that.

In this episode, we have Jack getting some more bad advice from Negative Jack which ultimately leaves him quite vulnerable to emotional manipulation by Dumah. And Jack is super relatable in these moments, too. Technically, Jack is only two-years-old but emotionally, I'd say he's probably around 10 or 11-years-old. Emotionally, he's at an age where he wants to be included with adults but still lacks the capacity to make decisions based on his own self and instead he's doing whatever he thinks will make his family happy. It's really easy to be manipulated at that age. You want to hang out with the big kids but you haven't quite figured out that there's a whole new set of rules to hanging out with the big kids.

And Dumah's betrayal actually does make a certain amount of sense. She's the first angel that really showed much of an interest in Jack. She was the first one that really made it known that she saw a use for Jack. She was the one who first mentioned using Jack to create more angels. I haven't really talked that much about Mary's death being a conspiracy. I really just wanted to wait and see but Dumah's actions in this episode kind of lends a lot to that. It doesn't make complete sense because if she was the mastermind behind this why did she wait to talk to Cas before making her move? She clearly could find Jack reasonably quickly (I'm not sure how, but whatever) so why did it take her so long to do the initial search if this was her endgame? Or maybe it's a conspiracy on Billie's end? I'm still kind of side-eyeing her introducing the idea of the malak box when ultimately it wasn't necessary despite her telling Dean it was the solution that allowed everyone to live. Once again, I'll bring up my idea of Billie as an unreliable narrator. I'm certainly not calling Billie a villain or anything, but she is a character with her own agency and her own set of goals and it's important to note that while she may be willing to work with the Winchesters if the occasion calls for it, they have a business relationship with each other not necessarily a friendship one. She's playing the cards to get her own job done, what she feels is productive to this universe.

So I loved the confrontation scene between Cas and Dumah. As I mentioned before, a little bit of symbolism linking back to the beginning scene but I also saw Dumah as a mirror of Cas. A mirror of who Cas used to be. Season 6 Cas with sprinkles of Season 8 Cas. Dumah is all about trying to save heaven much like Cas once was and she isn't too choosy on how she goes about it. And then there was the threat on John and Mary very similar to Cas breaking down Sam's soul wall and telling Dean that he'll save Lisa and Ben if Dean supports his plan. So throughout this scene, Cas was basically looking at a previous version of himself, a side of himself that he hates and the scene culminating in Cas killing Dumah paints a clear picture, at least in my reading, of Cas killing the previous version of himself and perhaps paving the way to him forgiving himself. He certainly hasn't forgiven himself yet but symbolically, I think was a step in that direction. And also a nice parallel with trying to protect his family. He wasnt going to let Dumah do that to John and Mary so it's interesting when at the wake he came off as feeling like a little bit of an outsider of the group who wasn't necessarily being seen as one of the family, and then doing this to protect the family he was being treated as if he didn't belong to.

I'm going to refrain from talking about the whole manipulating Jack into the malak box as I fear I might get a little critical of Dean as a character if I try and do that. Truthfully, I've been somewhat quiet in these reviews in regards to Dean because I just want to wait and see where he ends up at the end of the season before I start really talking about his actions in these past couple of episodes. Needless to say, I understand why he's reacting the way he is but at the same time, it doesn't make it right and I'm not going to make excuses for him and I hope the show does something in which he acknowledges it and grows from it. And also, regarding the Malak box, they couldn't have made it a little bit comfortable for Jack? Throw a pillow in there. A blanket. A book to read? A stuffed animal he cherishes? You know something to make him feel like he wasn't being abandoned.

And locking away your problems in a cage, in a box? How very Chuck-like of the Winchesters considering that's what they got on Chuck about in season 11. If Chuck really is going to make an appearence in the finale, that would be an interesting conversation to have. Perhaps the Winchesters are seeing a little more from Chuck's point of view.

Well, I think that's the end of my ramblings. I hope you all enjoyed it. I certainly enjoyed this episode. Not bad for a BL episode. It could've been way worse but it was quite unlike BL to have such a grounded episode, it kind of took me by surprise. But I did feel like this episode's dialogue and directing was a little bland. Nothing very memorable in the cinematography or musical score. I'd give this episode a B-. It's enjoyable, it kept me interested but it's not something I really have any compulsion to return to.

As always tagging my friends @metafest to weigh in if they so choose. We got the finale next and I'm super excited to see how this season leaves us.

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The Glasswing Butterfly Part 1

Summary: Chuck has never thought of herself as anything special. Just an average beta living her life next door to a womanizing alpha named Negan. But her life, and Negan’s too, are turned upside down when Chuck suddenly presents as omega.

This is a non-zombie AU featuring A/B/O dynamics.

Fandom: The Walking Dead AU

Pairing: Negan/Original Female Character

Status: Ongoing

Contains: swearing, smut

Intended for readers 18+ of age only

Masterlist in my bio

Chuck rakes her hands through her strawberry bond hair and growls at the computer screen on her desk in her apartment. “Why aren’t you working!? What did I mess up?” she grumbles. The code she had just input is not working the way she expected. She’s still ahead on what she was supposed to get done for the day, but she it’s still frustrating to have to search through code to find your mistake.

Chuck had started to work for Ad Astra Software in Charlottesville, Virginia about four years ago, right after she graduated from college. After about a year working there, she was allowed the opportunity to work from home, which Chuck accepted happily. Being naturally shy and introverted, she finds it difficult to work around other people. Being at home, alone in her space allows her to work much faster and better than if she had to deal with a bunch of people around her. Now, she only has to go in to the office about once a month to check in.

After her graduation is also when she moved to her current home. The one bedroom apartment is just perfect for her. The open plan living area contains a small kitchen and has enough room for Chuck’s couch, tv, computer desk, and a small dining room table. The bedroom isn’t exactly spacious, but it has a small closet and an en-suite bathroom that is actually fairly big. It’s in a pretty good neighborhood, too, which her mother especially likes.

Chuck’s cell phone rings and she turns it over to see, though she already knows who it is. Her mom’s picture and the name “Diane Langdon” shine on the screen. Chuck accepts the call and stands from her chair to start pacing around her apartment. She could never sit still and talk on the phone at the same time.

“Hi, Mom,” she answers.

Her mom’s cheery voice rings through the speaker. “ Hey, sweetie. Whatcha doing? ”

“Working. What are you doing?”

Diane takes a bite of her sandwich and answers without swallowing. “ I’m taking a break. Eating my lunch. ”

Diane works as a nurse at Mary Washington Hospital in Fredericksburg, so she doesn’t always get time to talk to her daughter from work. But she tries to talk to Chuck at least once a day, no matter what.

Chuck suddenly yawns into the phone. Not because she’s bored with her mother, but because she didn’t get much sleep last night. “Ugh,” she groans and rubs at the crick in her neck. “I need to get a more comfortable couch since I end up sleeping on it so much.”

“ What’s wrong with your bed? ”

Chuck lets out a huff. “You know why, Mom. Negan ,” Chuck emphasizes.

Negan is Chuck’s next door neighbor. And they happen to share a wall between their bedrooms. It didn’t take Chuck too many nights to figure out that that wall isn’t exactly sound proof. And that Negan is somewhat of a womanizer, bringing home a different girl a few times a week and “entertaining” her. Which always ends up with Chuck hearing moans and screams and Negan’s headboard slamming up against the wall.

“ Oh. That’s right ,” Diane answers with a little chuckle. “ Your alpha neighbor. ”

“Yeah. He’s like the worst alpha ever.”

“ I don’t know if that’s true, Chuck. He’s not bashing people’s brains in, is he? ” she jokes.

“I guess not,” Chuck concedes. “But he’s so arrogant! Like way more arrogant than any other alpha I’ve met.”

Diane chuckles into the phone. “ You know alphas love showing off for us betas. ”

It was no surprise that Chuck didn’t present as omega in her early teens, though her demeanor is very omega-like. Both Chuck’s parents are beta. Or was beta, in the case of Chuck’s father. He had passed away when Chuck was eight years old from a car accident. He was struck by a drunk driver going the wrong way on the highway and died almost instantly.

Omegas in general are pretty rare, comprising about 5% of the world’s population. And they almost always come from alpha/omega pairings. But omegas being born from beta parents has been documented, so it’s not entirely impossible.

And Chuck has no way of knowing that she is actually part of that 5%. Yet.

Chuck lets out a huff as she thinks about what a douche Negan is. “Well... Remember when I first moved here and I left a note on his door informing him that I could hear his... uh...” Chuck isn’t sure how to describe it to her mother, “ night activities ,” she settles on. “And because I’m a nice person, I thought he should know so he didn’t get embarrassed about it. Then the next day, he left me a note saying ‘Enjoy the show’! Like, who does that?!”

Diane laughs. “ Oh, yeah. I forgot he did that. ”

“Yeah! He could’ve at least moved his bed from our shared wall like I did. But, no. He kept it there. And I swear he got louder after that.”

“ Well, I’m not surprised he has a steady stream of women to entertain. He’s very handsome. ”

Chuck groans. “Yeah, yeah. I know, Mom. You think he’s so hot.”

Chuck knows that Negan is a good looking man. He’s tall, like most alphas, but he’s not as bulky as some are. He’s more... lithe , if Chuck would have to put a word to it. His dark hair always seems to be slicked back perfectly and his beard, of course, has just the right amount of gray.

“ Well... ” Diane giggles. “ He’s nice to look at. ”

“I guess. But he’s horrible to live next to. No amount of dimples makes up for that.”

Diane laughs hard. She had told her daughter more than once about how much she liked Negan’s pronounced dimples. “ I suppose, sweetie. You know alphas can’t help but be assholes. Especially the handsome ones. ”

“It’s annoying.”

Diane’s pager beeps. “ Shit. ” She leans down to look at the device on her hip. “ I gotta get back to work. I’ll talk to you later. ”

“Ok, Mom.”

“ Love you. ”

“Love you, too. Bye.”

Chuck sets her phone back down and goes back to her work, finding her mistake and fixing it accordingly. Once she has everything else done, she decides to actually look for new couch online. The couch in her living room that has been doubling as her bed a few nights a week is a few years old and was pretty much the cheapest option available when she moved in and needed furniture. She researches various models and sellers and finally places an order for one she thinks will suit her needs.

While she’s at it, she also stocks up on some other things she needs. Her mother always tells her that it’s weird that she buys groceries and the like online, but Chuck would rather do it this way. Being in crowded stores is not Chuck’s idea of a good time.

So, yeah, she’s a bit of a homebody.

Chuck had never been a social butterfly. And throughout her childhood and schooling, she had never really had any friends. No close ones, anyway. Her shyness made it hard for her to put herself out there and make friends. And the fact that she always felt like a freak kept her from getting close to anyone that may actually try to be her friend.

When Chuck was sixteen, it was found that she had underdeveloped reproductive organs. Her ovaries were mostly normal, which meant that she still went through puberty, somewhat. She had filled out and grew body hair, at least. But her uterus and vagina hadn’t matured properly, which meant that she would never get a period or be able to have a child. Even having sex would be extremely difficult.

Chuck’s doctors don’t realize that her underdeveloped organs are pretty typical of a very rare syndrome afflicting omegas. So Chuck has no way of knowing that, either.

He condition is something that Chuck could easily hide from most people. But she would ultimately have to tell any man that may be interested in her that she could never have sex or give him children. So she simply never pursued anything romantic. She kept to herself, never going to parties or even really socializing in any meaningful way.

Yes, it’s a lonely existence. But the alternative seems so much worse to Chuck. She always had nightmare scenarios of telling fantasy boyfriends that she wasn’t normal. They would laugh at her. Call her a freak. Tell her that she wasn’t worth it. That she should just go away and disappear.

So she did just that, herself, before anyone could tell her. She was essentially a ghost in her own life, never making an impact or impression on anyone.

That night, Chuck decides to get some laundry done. She usually goes at night because the machines in the basement always seem to be in use during the day, which seems pretty normal for people keeping a regular schedule. But Chuck is somewhat of a night owl, actually. She loves the fact that she can sleep in because she can set her own hours at work. And she’s happy that her lost sleep during the night because of her neighbor doesn’t necessarily lead to her having horrible mornings. If she had a normal 9 to 5, she would go completely crazy.

Chuck doesn’t know how Negan does it. She knows that Negan does have a 9 to 5, yet he still takes out several hours a few nights a week to have sex with random women. He must take naps.

Chuck gathers up her hamper and takes the elevator down to the basement. When she gets to the laundry room, though, she stops dead in her tracks. Negan is in there with a beta woman that Chuck recognizes as another tenant. And she’s sitting on one of the machines with Negan standing between her spread legs. Their mouths are all over each other, making lewd noises. And Negan’s hand is conspicuously in between their bodies.

Chuck instantly turns around an leaves, fully disgusted at the sight. But as she reenters her apartment, that disgust turns into something else. She’s hurt. Not in the way you might think. She’s not jealous of the woman because Negan is all over her rather than herself. No, she’s more envious . Of both of them. Envious of the fact that Negan is naturally good looking and charming enough that it’s so easy for him to get women. Envious of the woman that she’s beautiful and sexy enough to get a man like Negan’s attention. Envious that they can easily have what Chuck can’t. She knows that they aren’t in a relationship, because she’s pretty sure Negan doesn’t do relationships, but they still could have that kind of intimacy with another person. The kind of intimacy that Chuck would never have.

Chuck breaks down once she gets to her bedroom. All of her self hatred seems to consume her all at once. Her body is wracked with sobs and she cries into her pillow heavily. This isn’t a normal occurrence. Yes, she cried at times. Yes, she was sad. Depressed, even. But this all consuming emotion is new to Chuck. It’s part of an escalation.

She had found herself being frustrated more often, having a shorter fuse. And she was more restless. But she kept it all from her mother, not knowing how to really explain what she’s going through.

When Chuck wakes up the next morning, her whole body hurts and she has a hard time even getting out of bed. But, again, she doesn’t tell her mother when she calls her. She says that everything is fine. And her mom believes her.

But Chuck doesn’t realize that some of the pain she is feeling isn’t just because of her panic attack last night. Her body is changing and she doesn’t even know it.

Chuck’s monthly day at the office comes and she readies herself for it. They were pretty laid back there, so she just dresses casually. Though the first T-shirt she pulls out ends up being too tight around her chest. She hadn’t really seen her weight go up too much on the scale, but her clothes seemed to be fitting her differently. Her diet hadn’t changed, but she thinks that maybe it’s just her metabolism changing with age. What she doesn’t really see though, is that all the changes are to her chest and hips, making her curvier than what she was before. Giving her a more classic omega physique.

When Chuck gets back to her building, she ends up walking behind Negan. He enters the elevator before her and holds the door so it doesn’t close. Chuck is actually a bit surprised at the polite gesture, figuring that Negan wasn’t capable of being chivalrous. But that good will fades when he looks back at her after he pushes the button for the fifth floor.

“What floor, sweetheart?” he asks.

Chuck hesitates to answer.

He doesn’t even know that I’m his next door neighbor. I’ve been living beside him for four years and he doesn’t even recognize me , she thinks.

“Uh... three,” she answers without really thinking.

He pushes the button then pulls out his phone to answer some texts, completely unaware how his simple question has affected the girl beside him. Chuck tries not to let it get to her. She tries to focus on anything but the dark feeling that’s bubbling up in her chest once again. What’s the song playing in the elevator? What’s she going to eat when she gets home? What cologne is Negan wearing? It smells good.

When the door opens on the third floor, Chuck exits and starts to walk down the hall, pretending to head to her nonexistent apartment. When she hears the elevator doors close again, she turns back around and enters the stairwell.

Yeah, it was a little stupid not to just tell Negan that she was headed to the same floor he was, but she was too embarrassed.

How could he not know that I’m his neighbor? she thinks. How am I that unmemorable? What is wrong with me?

Chuck checks the hall on her actual floor to make sure Negan is in his apartment before she exits the stairwell. With the coast clear, she walks through the hallway and enters her apartment, throwing her keys and bag on the counter beside the door. Once she gets inside, she lets out a heavy breath, that same self hatred bubbling up in her again.

“Great,” she mutters to herself when she feels her eyes well up with tears. “Just great.”

The rest of the day is rough for Chuck. She tries to keep her mind occupied with anything, really. Tv, video games, a book, but that lonely, dark feeling is ever present.

About a minute after Chuck gets into bed for the night, she starts to hear Negan and his current lady friend next door.

She lets out a huff. “Really?!” She turns over on her side and pulls the pillow over her head to try to stifle the sounds. But with every minute that ticks by that Chuck can’t block out the noises, her anger rises. Eventually, she can’t take it anymore and whips her covers off of her, jumping out of the bed. She stomps out to the living room and unplugs her Bluetooth stereo, carrying it back into her room to set it up on her desk, facing Negan’s apartment.

Chuck picks up her phone from her nightstand and opens Spotify, intent on creating the world’s least sexy playlist. The Mickey Mouse Club theme song, Cat’s in the Cradle, Tiptoe Through the Tulips, How much is that Doggy in the Window, and some random songs from the Christian rock channel soon blast out of Chuck’s speakers.

Yeah, it’s petty. And it’s certainly not a thing that Chuck would normally do, but she just couldn’t take it anymore.

The next morning, Chuck is woken up by a pounding on her front door. After she gets over the initial shock of being rudely awoken, she remembers everything that went on last night.

“Oh, god,” she whispers when she realizes who is probably at the door. “Oh, no no no.” She scrambles off the couch and searches for something to put on, because she’s certainly not answering the door in just her tank top and sleep shorts. Just as she finds her hoodie and pulls it over her head, there is more pounding at the door.

“Jeez,” she mutters and unlocks the door, pulling it open slightly.

The exact person she thought is standing before her, looking angry to boot. But his expression changes to confusion pretty quick.

When Negan had decided to his confront his neighbor, he realized that he actually didn’t know who it was. C. Langdon is the name on the mailbox beside his, but for the life of him, he can’t picture the person. They must be a shut in, because he never sees them coming or going. Probably on welfare or disability or something. But what he sees when the door opens completely confuses him.

Negan stares at the girl a moment before speaking. “You got parents?” he asks. The girl doesn’t look like she’s out of her teens to him. But he thought all the tenants with families lived on the first two floors.

Chuck scrunches up her face. “Of course I have parents,” she bites back with uncharacteristic attitude. She was never one to talk back, but she’s finding it increasingly hard to control herself.

He lets out a huff. “Don’t be a smartass, kid.” He’s used to dealing with teenagers from when he used to be a gym coach years ago. And right now, he’s thinking that he doesn’t miss it one bit. “Is your mom or dad here?”

Chuck is confused for a moment until she realizes that Negan thinks she’s a teenager. It’s not exactly new to her; people always think she’s young. But for some reason, it annoys her endlessly hearing it from Negan. “I’m twenty five,” she barks. “And this is my apartment.”

At first, Negan doesn’t believe it, because the girl standing before him looks very young. But he knows her apartment is set up exactly like his. It makes more sense that only a single person would live there. And he knows C. Langdon has lived there for a few years. So her being twenty five seems to fit.

None of that matters anyway because Negan suddenly remembers why he knocked on this girl’s door. “So, you think that shit you pulled last night was fuckin’ funny?”

Chuck knows that she should be ashamed about what she did last night because it was childish and petty, but she’s really not. In her eyes, Negan deserved it. And, maybe she should be more cautious about having an angry alpha on her doorstep. Despite that, she doesn’t back off. “Actually, I thought it was hilarious.”

Negan chuckles darkly. “Well,” he leans forward, “ I didn’t find it fuckin’ funny, little girl.”

That just rubs Chuck the wrong way. “Don’t call me a little girl. I’m an adult,” she asserts.

Negan looks down at her and thinks that she couldn’t possibly look less like an adult if she tried. So he laughs at her. “Alright, princess .”

“My name is Chuck .”

“What the fuck kind of name is that?”

“What kind of name is Negan ?” she retorts.

He lets out a huff from his flared nostrils. This girl is getting on his nerves. “Listen, princess, that shit you did cost me a night of fucking cuz my date couldn’t stand the shit you were playing. So don’t fuckin’ do it again.”

“Maybe keep it down a little and I won’t.”

A smirk forms on his face. “I can’t help it if I give a good dicking.”

Chuck scrunches up her face. “You’re disgusting.”

That’s not the first time he’s heard that, but for some reason, it bothers him coming from her. So, of course, instead of backing off, he pushes forward. “Maybe you just need a good dicking, yourself. It might help to remove that fuckin’ stick you got up your ass.”

Chuck is taken aback at that. She’s offended and hurt. And it takes the fight right out of her. Without knowing it, Negan had hit a pressure point of hers and it leaves her reeling. The only thing she could do is slam the door in his face. And that’s exactly what she does.

Negan pulls his head back at the last possible moment, narrowly avoiding being hit on the nose by the swinging door. He’s still angry, though. He leans on the door, placing his mouth close to it and calls out, “Oh, little girl. You have no idea the shit storm you just brought down on yourself.”

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Ties That Bind - Part 2: A Place In The Clouds

Characters: (AU: first names are as in the show renaming a few last names to fit my story): Reader (Y/N Harvelle), Crowley McCloud (mentioned), Castiel Novak, Claire Stanford, Pamela Barnes (mentioned), Charlie Bradbury, Chuck Shurley (mentioned), Gabriel Benedict (mentioned), Meg Masters, Ben Braeden, Dean Winchester, Benny Lafitte, Bela Lafitte (mentioned), DJ Lafitte (OC-mentioned), Jimmy (OC), Oscar (OC)

Pairing: Dean x Reader (eventually)

Warnings: Mention of abuse, mention of rape, mention of incest, mention of phedofilia, (none of these are graphic or dwelled on but they are part of the kid’s history), language, violence, use of weapons (knife and gun)

Word Count: 4500ish

A/N: Thanks to @blacktithe7 for betaing and helping me rework this series.

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

MASTERLIST

McCloud’s was made up of 5 buildings scattered around a small piece of land up on the hill just outside of town. It wasn’t further away than the kids could ride their bikes to school or to go shopping, but it was out of the way enough for a social workers to keep some level of control over who was coming and going, which was often important when dealing with kids from abusive homes. Each of the houses were named after parts of a ship. Crowley’s idea, and you had never gotten why, just accepted it for a fact.

A week after Ben’s arrest you were walking from the parking lot, passing the Deck and Beam, like you did every day coming to work. Those were the houses where the younger kids usually lived. There were exceptions when siblings were housed at The Clouds. The Clouds was the kid’s nickname for the home, and all of the social workers had taken to using it too. The kids that were housed in the Deck were babies and toddlers, and they weren’t there for long. The kids in the Beam were around 4-10 years old, and they only stayed at The Clouds for a year tops. It was one of the state rules. Kids that age had to be placed within a foster home or a permanent group home within a year. The Clouds was not a permanent home. It was a midway house for kids and teens. You accepted kids with a 3 hour notice. One social worker picked them up at hospitals or police stations while another made rooms ready for them. Your job was ever changing, and that was how you liked it, even if saying goodbye to the kids never because easier.

You continued through the big yard that all the houses shared. Too your left was the Bridge, and to you right was the Bow. Both of these houses were for tweens and teens. You worked at the Bow alongside Cas, Pamela, Gabriel, Charlie, and Chuck. Each house had 6 social workers and some temps to help out when needed. How the workload was divided differed from house to house, but at the Bow, you had chosen to team up in pairs. Each kid was assigned a primary and secondary social worker when they arrived at The Clouds, and if you were assigned primary, Cas would be your secondary and vice versa. Same went for Charlie and Chuck, and Gabe and Pamela.

Everyone looked after all the kids in the house when they were at work off course, but the primary and secondary assigned to the kid in question were the ones that handled meetings, parent contact, school functions and so on. It was Crowley’s idea that you paired up male and female to give the kids a sense of family, but who you had chosen to pair with he had left up to you. Gabe was good at keeping Pamela’s temper in check, and she was great at grounding him a bit. Charlie was outgoing and bubbly, which was a great counter to the more shy and collected Chuck. Cas was the reason and logic to your emotion and strong will. The six of you worked well together, and The Bow was the only house with no drama amongst the staff.

Right between the Bridge and Bow was the Lighthouse. The Lighthouse was where Crowley lived and worked. It was his home as well as the administrational building where all meetings were held. You had always loved that he cared enough to stay at the Clouds. He was always there, day or night, whenever his staff needed him. He knew all the kids by name, and even though he scared some of them a little, he was a good man. He fought for the kids under his roof, and he respected the people he had working for him and valued their opinions.

The Bow was quiet when you walked through the doors. Most of the kids were at school, and the rest were probably of with Pamela for the day. You made your way down the hallway passed the kids rooms and to the office.. It was empty when you walked in. Maybe Cas was running late? You put your coat and your bag in your locker before locking the office up behind you and walking back up the hall and towards the kitchen and the living room.

“Hello Y/N.” You jumped at the voice behind you and swiftly twirled around and hit his arm.

“Damnit Cas! Don’t do that,” you hissed at him.

Cas just smirked and walked passed you, putting the folder he was carrying down on the kitchen counter. “You scare to easy, Y/N.”

“No, I don’t,” you protested and frowned. “Where did you come from anyway? I was just in the office?”

“I was over at the Lighthouse. Crowley called a few minutes ago. The police report is in.” Cas stopped and looked at you. “You are not going to like it Y/N.”

You flew across the room and grabbed the folders on the counter. “They don’t believe her? How can they not. She was covered in bruises and…”

Cas walked around the counter and put a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “There was no evidence of sexual assault the night she ran, and they are saying since she is 16 - 15 at the time, it is not uncommon for her not to be a virgin. Plus she has a history of lying about…”

“She wasn’t lying, Cas. She named the wrong person, and yes that was dumb, but she was scared. Everything she said happened back then did happen. It just wasn’t her teacher that raped her. It was her dad.”

You were furious. You knew the police report would carry a lot of weight with the county, and this was going to make your job a hell of a lot harder. You couldn’t let them send her back home. You knew you couldn’t make these cases personal, but this one was. Claire had gotten through your layer of professionalism. She was like a little sister to you and you couldn’t let her get hurt anymore.

Cas reached out to you and pulled you into a tight hug. “I know. Crowley talked to Meg. She is going to drag out the psych eval for a bit. Buy us sometime. Claire is not going anywhere today. None of us are going to let that happen. We got your back – all of us.”

You took a deep breath before pulling away and drying your eyes. “Okay what is our game plan here?”

Almost a year ago today, you had picked up Claire at the hospital. She had been treated for broken ribs and a split lip. When the doctor had asked her who had done it, she had said it was her father. After the police had interviewed her, they had called The Clouds, asking them to take her in. Claire had been your first case as a primary, and it had taken a lot of work to get her to open up to you, but she finally had. She had told you about how her father had come into her room every night ever since she turned 12. She had told you about his treats and the beatings that had gotten worse when she began to fight back. The night she had found her way to the hospital, she had kicked him in the nuts and managed to get away. She had pleaded with you to make sure she would never have to go back there, and you had promised her you would do everything you could to make sure that never happened. The police report in front of you did not make it easier for you to keep your promise.

***

You breathed a sigh of relief when you walked out through the doors of city hall and into the fresh afternoon spring air. The war was not yet won, but this battle was. The county social workers had agreed to let Claire stay at The Clouds for another 6 weeks to give Meg Masters, the psychiatrist that worked most of your cases, time to finish her eval on Claire. Having her there today had really helped. You were grateful to her for dropping everything when Crowley had called. She had showed up at the meeting, fighting for Claire alongside you and Cas against the two bull headed cops, who had written the report clearing Claire’s father of any wrong doings.

Meg smiled at you as she walked up beside you. “Well fought Y/N. You are getting good at this.”

You smiled back at her, grateful for her compliment. Your eyes wandered back to City Hall and to Cas, who was still behind the glass doors, finishing up some paper work. “Well I did have a great teacher.”

Your eyes found Meg’s again, and a slight blush showed on her cheeks. You knew she and Cas liked each other, but neither of them had the guts to ask the other out.

“Yes you have,” she quickly agreed before hugging you. “Say goodbye to him for me. I need to get back to the hospital and my clients.”

You smiled as you watched Meg hurry back towards her car, and you jumped for the second time that day when Cas’ disappointed voice sounded behind you. “She was off in a hurry.”

“Damnit Castiel!” You slapped his arm and fought to hold back a laugh. “I am going to put nails in your shoes or something. You move like a damn cat.”

“Sorry,” he grinned at you. “So we still have a few hours left of our shift. I was thinking about going down to see Ben at juvie. Do you wanna come, or do you want me to drop you off at The Clouds on my way so you can finish up the paperwork on Claire?”

Cas was primary on Ben Braeden, but the two of you tended to do everything together if you could get away with it. You didn’t need Cas to tag along with you everywhere anymore. He certainly didn’t need you, but you worked well as a team, and you both preferred it that way.

“I would love to come. I got a morning shift tomorrow so I can finish up while the kids are at school.”

Cas smiled at your words. “I was hoping you would say that.”

***

Seeing Ben had brought a lot of mixed emotions to the surface. You knew juvie was the worst place in the world for a kid like him. There would be way too many kids there trying to influence him and turn him into the kind of person he easily could become but really wasn’t. Ben never hurt anyone on purpose. He was a gently, kind boy who desperately needed a male role model in his life. He needed someone who would tell him he was doing right and that he could look up too.

You hated seeing the black eye some kid had given him. He apologized to you and Cas over and over, even though you both insisted he didn’t have too. You both wanted him to focus himself and keeping his nose clean. The two of you would get him back home after the hearing in a few weeks.

“You go sign us out,” Cas nodded towards the office around the corner. “I’ll call Meg and have her look in on him sometime this week. We could use her help at the hearing.”

“Sure you could,” you teased, and Cas immediately pulled a face at you.

“Would you stop that? There is nothing going on between the two of us.”

“I know there isn’t, but there should be.” You winked and smiled when you saw Cas blush, and you left him speechless as you headed down the hall and around the corner towards the office.

You weren’t really paying attention to where you were going. So when you felt like you ran into a brick wall, you dropped all of your folders and let out a small yelp. You started apologizing until you looked up and realized who the man you had collided with was.

“YOU?!”

***

Dean’s PoV

“Are you coming over tonight? DJ misses his uncle.” Benny grabbed his jacket from the chair and stopped to look at his partner who was just finishing up some paper work.

Dean looked up and smiled. “Not tonight buddy. I promised my dad I would stop by and help him get his old truck running, and I am thinking I might drop in on that Braeden kid on my way there.”

Benny frowned as he tried to recall the name. “You mean that kid who pulled a gun on you at the convenient store last week?” Benny smiled when Dean nodded. “Wow, that social worker chick really did a number on you brother.”

Dean was taken aback by Benny’s words, and his jaw dropped. “What? No. Are you kidding me? She was rude and bossy and she…”

“…was damn hot.” Benny finished Dean’s sentence, making him smile.

“Yeah well… It is not about her. It’s the kid. She said he was easy to influence, and he just seemed scared more than anything else. Nothing like the other two.”

Dean got up and grabbed his jacket, and Benny quickly followed him as they headed for the door. “So she said that did she?” His partner kept teasing him, and Dean shot him a glare.

“Would you stop that? A chick like that is way too much work. Besides she hates me.”

Benny sent his partner a big grin as they separated, each heading for their cars. “Oh believe me. They are worth it.”

Dean laughed, shaking his head and yelled after Benny before he got in the car. “Tell Bela and the kid I said hey.”

***

A few minutes later, Dean arrived at juvie, and he was greeted by the guard in the sign in office and put his name in the day book. Just as he turned around, she rounded the corner and ran straight into him. “Oh I am so sorry. I didn’t see….” She looked up and her eyes met his. “YOU?! What are you doing here?!”

There was something about her. She pushed all of his buttons, but he still felt drawn to her.

“Same as you I suspect,” Dean tried to keep his voice calm in spite of her rude greeting. “My job.”

She huffed and squatted down and started to gather up her papers, and Dean did the same in effort to help her. “What does that mean?”

Dean handed her back some of her papers and reached out to help her back up, but she brushed off his hand.

“It means that you cops only worry about the kids you lock up when you want something from them.”

Dean raised his brows and stared at her. Damn she was infuriating, but there was also something else. Something about the curve of her lips and the spark in her eyes that made him wanna reach out and pull her in for a bruising kiss. He fought the urge, and instead, he snapped back at her.

“Us cops huh? So you know me because you know what I do for a living?”

“Yes,” she raised her voice a little, and she didn’t back down. Actually, she took a step closer to him, and Dean had to admit he was a little impressed by her gumption even though her words pissed him off. “You have a motive for being here. You are not turning Ben into some snitch. He deserves to have a life.”

“You know what Miss Bleeding Heart, if he wanted to work for me, that would be his call. Not yours,” Dean snapped at her.

He had no idea why he said what he did. He had no intention of asking Ben to inform for him, but this Harvelle girl just had a way of making him lose his head.

“Don’t call me that. You are a cocky jerk cop who thinks he can do whatever he wants, because he is hiding behind a damn badge.”

She was full on yelling at him now and Dean was just about to open his mouth and bite back at her when a man appeared behind her. He quickly grabbed her arm and nodded at Dean before dragging her with him out of there, “Crowley called we are needed back to The Clouds.”

Dean turned around and looked after them. He saw how she shook herself loose of the guy’s grip and he could tell by her body language she wasn’t much happier with that guy right now than she was with him. Dean’s eyes rested on her form. Her long Y/H/C hair that she had tied into a ponytail and the way her hips swayed when she walked. Maybe Benny had been right? Maybe she was worth the fight? Dean couldn’t help but smile when he remembered the way she had looked at him when he stripped of his jacket and shirt in front of her to get his west on. She liked him. Or she would if she would just give him half a chance. Maybe someday she would. Dean admired her that was for sure. She was infuriation and stubborn as hell but she was courageous. He couldn’t remember the last time anyone had spoken to him like that. Much less a girl.

Your PoV

“What did Crowley want?” You shook free of Cas’ grip when you were halfway down the hall, and Cas just stared back at you.

“Nothing. I haven’t spoken to him. I was saving you from making an enemy out of a cop. They might be jerks, but we need them, and you know that.” Cas scolded you, and your eyes narrowed.

“Castiel you can’t be serious. That guy put Ben in here. He doesn’t belong here.” you snapped at him as you followed him out the door, and Cas turned to look at you.

“I know that. But that cop… Detective Winchester, doesn’t. And you pissing him off is not going to help Ben’s case. He could be useful to have in our corner at the hearing, or at the very least, not fighting against us. Judges tend to listen to the cop that had a gun pointed at their face.”

You huffed, but you knew Cas was right. So you backed down a little. “He calls me a bleeding heart. He is a jerk with a badge.”

Cas smiled as he opened the car door for you. “Well you are. We all are, and what was it you said about me and Meg? Maybe you should make up an excuse to call that detective of yours?”

Your eyes opened wide, and your jaw dropped. “Have you lost your mind Cas. I can’t stand the guy.”

Cas let out a heartfelt laugh as he headed around the car to the driver’s seat. “Sure you can’t.”

A week later

It was a Saturday night, and most of the kids were out. Claire, Jimmy. and Alex were the only ones left at your house. The Deck and The Beam had quieted down for the night, and The Bridge seemed quiet too. You assumed the social worker’s had taken their group out for a weekend or day trip or something, because you hadn’t seen much of them all day.

Cas was down in Jimmy’s room playing some game on his laptop and you and the girls were in the kitchen baking and fooling around. You loved nights like this. Quiet and normal. Just what most of these kids needed. You smiled to yourself as you watched the girls fight over the recipe.

“If you two don’t stop that, I am going to start throwing flour,” you warned them, and they both laughed and pulled faces at you.

All of a sudden the front door slammed, and you jumped in front of both the girls instinctively. Oscar, a new 17 year old boy from The Bridge, stumbled through the door. At 5’9” and around 200 lbs, Oscar was a big guy. His pupils were dilated, and he was clearly on something. He stormed towards you before coming to a halt a few feet away.

“I need money!”

“Girls go to your rooms,” you quickly ordered them. Claire started to protest, but you shoved her towards the hall as you repeat yourself. Finally she followed Alex down the hall, but she passed her room.

“I need money!” Oscar repeated as he grabbed a knife and pointed it at you. You took a deep breath, steadying yourself. You didn’t allow yourself to feel anything. Your only job was to keep the other kids safe. You knew you couldn’t get to the safe without walking past all of the kids rooms, and you couldn’t risk one of the girls, Jimmy, or Cas surprising him. You needed to try to reason with him.

“Oscar I can’t give you any. You know that. If you need money you need to talk to the staff at The Bridge.” Your efforts didn’t help, and the boy stepped closer, still pointing the knife at you.

“I will cut you bitch. I need cash now.”

“Okay...” You held your hands up in defense. “I can see that. Why don’t you tell me what you need it for, and I will see what I can do?” you offered, but Oscar just swung the knife at you. You jumped backwards, barely avoiding the reach of the blade.

“None of your damn business you cow. You just need to pay me now.”

Your new position allowed you a better view of the hallway, and you saw Cas slowly approaching the kitchen, nodding at you to keep the kid distracted. So you did. “Okay. Oscar, right?”

“What does my name matter?” the kid stormed forward just as Cas jumped, grabbing his legs and pulling him down with him.

You reacted fast, kicking the boy’s wrist hard enough to make him drop the knife. Cas struggled with him for a while before he got him wrestled into a lock on the floor, just as you turned back around from picking up the knife.

“Call 911.” Cas ordered, and you ran down the hall where Claire was hiding.

“I’m sorry I didn’t go to my room. I thought if I got Cas… I was afraid he was going to hurt you so….”

You smiled at her the best you could and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. “You did good sweetie. But I need you to go to your room and stay there until Cas or I come for you okay?”

Claire nodded and ran down the hall just as you hurried into the office and picked up the phone.

Dean’s PoV

Dean and Benny had been heading back towards the station when they responded to the call. It would usually have been a job for one of the uniformed officers and not a detective, but they were less than five minutes out, so Dean had turned the car and sped up the hill towards The Clouds.

Y/N had greeted them at the door, and Dean knew it was serious when she completely ignored the fact that he was the one responding to the call. She just led them through the house where the other social worker Dean had seen at juvie a week ago was holding down huge kid who was clearly high off his ass. Dean didn’t give it a second thought – he jumped to the man’s aid, and together they got him wrestled off his side and onto his stomach; into Dean’s cuffs while Benny had his gun pulled, ready to respond in case the kid slipped out of their holds.

“Nice work.” Dean applauded the dark haired social worker as they helped each other pull the screaming and struggling kid onto his feet. As soon as he was up, Benny took over from the guy and gave Dean a quick nod when the sirens sounded outside. Benny led the kid, quiet forcefully, out the door and towards the newly arrived patrol car.

“So you wanna give me a speech as to why I shouldn’t arrest that kid too?” Dean turned his attention towards Y/N, but when he saw how pale she was, he could have bit his tongue. The dark haired social worker rushed to her side and helped her onto the couch before he sent Dean a hard glare.

“Back off a little would you?”

Dean nodded, bowing his head in guilt as he sat down in front of them. “I’m sorry.” He caught her eye, and when she just nodded, Dean really wanted to kick himself. He should have known better than to speak to a victim like that. He turned his attention to the man. “I don’t think we have met. I am Detective Dean Winchester.” Dean held out his hand and the man took it.

“Castiel Novak.”

Dean sent both of them a reassuring smile. “Okay Y/N and Castiel, I need you guys to tell me what happened tonight. Just take your time. I am not in a hurry.”

Dean stayed and listened for the better part of an hour, and the more Y/N and Castiel talked, the more he hated himself for his behavior earlier. When he was finishing up the interview, another social worker Castiel had called earlier to relieve them arrived. She ran right up to Castiel and Y/N and threw her arms around their necks.

“Thank God you two are alright.”

“We’re fine Charlie.” Dean watched Y/N send the red haired woman a weak smile. “Thank you for coming in. I just need to check up on Claire, and then I am heading home. Are we done here?” She returned her attention to Dean. He looked up to check in with Benny who nodded back at him.

“I finished interviewing the kids so if you’re…” Benny let his words trail out, and Dean returned his attention to Y/N.

He sent her a warm smile and nodded. “We’re done. If any of you remember anything else…” Dean pulled out two cards from his wallet and handed them to Y/N and Castiel, “don’t hesitate to call.”

Y/N nodded. She was still pale when she got off the couch and headed down the hallway. Dean and Castiel stood too, and together with Benny, they headed for the door.

“Don’t let her be alone tonight,” Dean spoke as he shook Castiel’s hand. “When the shock subsides, she is going to need a friend.”

“I wasn’t planning on it,” Castiel promised, and Dean’s heart sank a little as he couldn’t help but wonder if there was any hidden meaning behind those words. Dean nodded again before following Benny back to his car, silently wishing he could have been the one to be there for her tonight.

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Save Me. (Yoongi x Reader) PART 9.

“It swallowed me, this lunatic. Please save me tonight. Within this childish madness, you will save me tonight.” - [“Save Me” - BTS]

Summary: It was an unprecedented love that bloomed within the halls of your high school, until secret words were overheard, and shattered the budding romance. It changed your life forever, leading you down a path you had never thought you would be on– training to become a secret agent. You chose it to escape Yoongi and the results of how things ended between you two, but as fate would have it, that very same choice ended up leading you right back to him. Will you be able to save your clients and solve mysteries together despite your history? Will you be able to save each other? Will you able to save yourself…from yourself?

Yoongi x Reader (ft. Jin & all the other BTS members)

Secret Agent AU

Mystery, Action, Angst, & Fluff (contains some violence, mentions of murder, death, harassment, and bullying)

PARTS: Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 (Finale) | Bonus: The Letter

A/N: Wow...I can’t believe this story is ending next part LOL. I was going to dump the entire finale into one massive last part, but I got too antsy and wanted to release what I have now instead of rushing myself to finish everything in one go xD hope you all don’t mind waiting in anxiety one last time (for this series) ~ Enjoy! <3 And thank you so much for the birthday wishes ~ it is my birthday today hehehe

"What’s Forrest Gump’s password?"

"What?"

"1forrest1!" Jin cackled excitedly.

Most of the other students giggled along while others shook their heads, fighting back a smile. Kim Seokjin had always broken the ice with humor, and more or less, it had always worked for him in getting people to begin a friendship.

But that wasn't the case with you.

He first saw you walking with a book attached to your face on the first day of school, freshman year. He had to admit he was curious as to how exactly you were avoiding people so well and concentrating on the words on the page. Coincidentally enough, as he followed you (not because he wanted to), he realized you were heading to the same exact class.

And you irked him.

And Kim Seokjin wasn't one to be irritated easily.

BUT you never reacted to his humor, so he found himself beginning to seek your approval when he'd hit the punch lines to every joke, to every pun. Whenever your face remained emotionless and unfazed, he would find himself annoyed. Kim Seokjin always made people laugh and he wasn't going to ruin his streak so early in his life.

"Hi, I'm Kim Seokjin. You can call me Jin." He finally mustered the courage to introduce himself to you despite your standoffish aura.

Your eyes traveled up to him briefly before returning to your book. "Hi."

He stood there awkwardly with his hand outstretched. "Um and your name?"

"Y/N." You replied curtly, clearly not taking the bait to invest in a conversation.

He pursed his lips. "Hey, you're smart, right?"

You simply raised an eyebrow at him skeptically.

"See if you can answer this."

You closed your book slightly, meaning you were intrigued. He grinned widely, and pulled a chair in front of your desk.

"I travel all over the world, but always stay in my corner. What am I?"

You hummed for a few seconds then replied, "A stamp."

"Crap." he hissed. "You're good. How about... what kind of coat is always wet when you put it on?"

You yawned and opened your book back up, already losing interest. "A coat of paint."

Jin panicked, feeling like he was losing his only chance to gain your approval. "And why did the cow cross the road??"

You exhaled. "To get to the other side."

"No, no, no." Jin wagged his finger confidently.

You gave him a questionable look. "It is."

"No. It's to get to the udder side."

You shook your head, but Jin placed his hand over your book, stopping you from returning your attention there boldly.

"What do you call a cold dog sitting on a bunny?"

You pursed your lips and averted your eyes, in deep thought. "Hmm..."

"Give up?"

"No. Hold on. Let me think."

Jin grinned widely. He had gotten in.

"Um..." You mumbled various answers to yourself, but not satisfied with any of them.

"A chili dog on a bun!!" He bellowed excitedly, not able to bear with waiting any longer.

You looked at him like he had four heads at first, but slowly, as the answer pieced together, your lips curled up and you giggled.

And it was a beautiful sound.

His heartbeat quickened as he gawked at you. Your smile was gorgeous and your shy laughter was like music to his ears. Was it only because he had waited so long to get such a reaction out of you?

As quickly as your smile came, it faded. You hurriedly picked up your book, and covered your face once more, embarrassed.

"Nice to meet you...Jin." You mumbled.

He felt himself grinning from ear to ear, and he determined that he would try to make you laugh at least once every day from now on. Part of him wanted to know what that momentary feeling was, and the other really just enjoyed hearing and seeing you laugh. He felt special, accomplished, since no one else in the class seemed to have done that before.

You were mysterious, and he was intrigued.

And so began your friendship.

"Y/N! Y/N!" Jin was practically glowing the following day.

You appeared surprised that he was speaking to you again, and so candidly at that.

"I have another for you."

"Another?" You questioned.

"Okay, where did the sheep go on vacation?" he asked, slightly breathless. He may have just sprinted into the classroom as soon as he arrived on school grounds to get to you. But you didn't have to know that.

"Um...the farm?"

He clicked his tongue. "So naive, Y/N."

You glared at him a little, and for some reason, even that reaction he found quite adorable. He shook the feeling away to get to the answer.

"The BAAAAAAAAAAHAMAS!" he mimicked a sheep.

Immediately, your hand covered your mouth, trying to suppress your laughter. Jin beamed.

"Was that funny? BAAAAAAAAHAMASS!" he persisted.

You couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"How could someone be so shameless?" You breathed as you wiped your tears, and regained your composure.

"How could someone not have a sense of humor? Come on, Y/N. Laugh longer! Live a little!" he urged.

You furrowed your brows. "You don't know me."

"But I want to." Jin blurted out. Oh? When did his mouth move?

You two stared at each other, in surprise at his confession. He felt his cheeks warm.

"I mean we're friends now! You laughed at my joke, okay? Okay!"

He didn't even wait for your reply before scrambling away. Once back in his seat, he glanced over at you curiously, finding a small smile splayed on your face while reading.

And that's when he knew, he just had to see that every day.

His eyes slowly opened; his mind was hazy, unsure of whether he was dreaming or if he had just traveled back in time to relive the moment when he had fallen in love with you. Obviously back then, he hadn't known, but down the road, he was able to pinpoint that your smile and laughter had stirred something inside of him from the very moment he was graced with it. And to make matters worse, you were witty, beautiful, and bright once you opened up and he got to know you better. It wasn't hard at all to keep slipping further into his emotions for you.

His gaze traveled to a figure sitting by the edge of his bed curiously, praying it was you. But when he recognized the sight of the familiar short black hair, he shifted.

"Well this isn't how I imagined waking up after getting shot..." Jin groaned.

Yoongi smirked as he shut the novel he was reading.

"Believe me, there are ten million other places I'd rather be than here babysitting you." he snorted.

Jin exhaled and attempted to prop himself up weakly. Nonchalantly, Yoongi helped elevate his bed so that he was sitting upright.

"Thanks." Jin sighed, feeling the dull ache in his chest, which he assumed was his healing wound. "So please don't tell me I'm in hell with you right now."

"Ha.Ha." Yoongi rolled his eyes.

"So is Y/N...?" Jin bit his lip nervously.

Yoongi's face softened. "She's fine. The school put her in here too, just to make sure she's well rested and gets the proper check up. I'm only here 'cause she nagged me to keep an eye on you."

"I figured." he shrugged. "She'd probably be here holding my hand if she were allowed out of her room."

Yoongi's eyes snapped towards Jin. "What'd you say?"

"You heard me, Min Yoongi." Jin taunted. "Now take that wig off. Staring at you these past few months in that has been giving me the creeps."

Yoongi's mouth hung open, surprised at Jin's sudden confession. "You knew?"

"Are you kidding me?" Jin shook his head and clutched his chest. "Did you think I'd jump in front of a bullet just for some random student? No offense to my students."

Yoongi chucked his wig off, and ruffled his hair. "Seems like that bullet struck more than part of your chest. Or is your foul mood just for me?"

Jin snorted and rolled his eyes.

Yoongi hesitated, "Did Y/N know...that you knew?"

Jin glanced over at him, "I told her a few days ago when I couldn't handle seeing her being bullied roughly again. But she told me to keep it from you since you already didn't see me in a good light. I told her I reciprocated the emotion."

"Well if you could keep your googly eyes to yourself then--"

"No." Jin firmly responded.

"Excuse me?"

"No." Jin shrugged. "Why should I listen to you?"

"Listen." Yoongi stepped closer threateningly, but Jin didn't flinch.

"No, you listen, Yoongi. I stepped aside gracefully last time, and you fucked things up for her irreparably. There is no way I'm letting you ruin her again."

"What do you mean ruin her again?" Yoongi blinked.

Jin shook his head, "Did you really not know?"

"Know what?" Yoongi breathed.

Jin had a pained expression, "How much bullying Y/N put up with just to be with you?"

Yoongi's eyes widened, "What??"

Jin exhaled and glanced outside his window, his mind traveling back in time to recollect the memories he was both fond and ashamed of.

"Get away from Min Yoongi, bitch."

Jin watched you from a distance, getting cornered by a few female students aggressively. He worried his lip, but he couldn't step out to defend you. He was too angry, too hurt. Like the others, he wanted you to stop seeing Yoongi. He wanted them to scare you away from this nonsense. He wanted you to come back to him.

Every time he tried to take a step forward, towards you, he found that he was unable to move. He knew he had to stop it. He couldn't bear to see you getting hurt, but deep down, he wondered: why? Why had it been Yoongi? For three years, he was the one constantly by your side, constantly trying to make you laugh. No matter how much he did, you had never swayed. And before he was fine, because he still felt special; he had hope. You, who never let anyone too close, had allowed him in, and he had gotten to know you. He felt elated at the thought that he had broken through your walls, and he had no problem waiting years to latch onto your heart. He was determined to continue trying to get you to look his way, to see him as more than your friend. But in one fell swoop, Yoongi had come in, and your ever fortified walls had crashed down.

Why should he save you? Why should he defend you? What good would that do? What would change if he did that? So he would be a good friend?

No more.

Jin clenched his fists.

Why was it Min Yoongi? Was it because he was popular? Because he was handsome? Because he was talented? Because he was sharp-tongued? Because he was rebellious? Everything he was not? The rejection was too painfully clear.

He had ruined his perfect attendance streak, because he couldn't bring himself out of bed after you had confessed your relationship with Yoongi to him. He cried the entire time, and to be honest, the gnawing, stabbing pain in his chest was still consistently nagging at him, because you were everywhere.

And frankly, he had felt so idiotic.

He had noticed. He had had a feeling. He had just chosen to ignore it.

He had always been watching you, while you had your nose stuck in a book, while you were taking notes, while you were chatting with the other students, and eventually, while you began stealing glances at Yoongi. He noticed everything. The way your cheeks became tinted pink when Yoongi would greet you; the odd times when you would disappear and he would too.

But he couldn't...he didn't want to believe it.

Even when he had seen you two eating together in the courtyard, he willed himself to believe that it was a coincidence; that you two were talking about classes and nothing more. It wasn't because Yoongi was interested. And you weren't conversing with him, instead of brushing him off for a book, because you were interested as well. There were an infinite amount of reasons other you two having a budding romance right under his nose.

He continually denied the possibility, even when he spotted Yoongi waiting for you after Student Council Meetings, and coincidentally, when you two walked the same direction home. It wouldn't. You wouldn't. Yoongi wouldn't. It just couldn't happen.

But when it did, the unfairness of it all was unbearable. What had he spent years pining after you for? He wanted those years backs. He wanted the giddiness he felt, the nervousness, the anxiousness, the happiness, the sadness, everything related to you. He wished he had never felt them. He wished he had never met you. He wished you had never let him in. He wished that he hadn't fallen in love with you. He wished he had known that he didn't have years to woo you. He wished that he had known everything would end before they even began.

So he stood frozen every single time, watching over you, and running to call a nurse or a teacher, but never stepping forward to protect you himself. It ate him up every day.

But then he remembered that the mere fact you were persisting and tolerating the abuse meant you were serious about Yoongi, and his anger immediately returned. Why wasn't Yoongi doing anything? Where was he to protect you? Why had you chosen someone who couldn't even do that much?

Eventually, he knew he had to stop. He was travelling to a dark place, and everyone grew concerned for him, as he had lost weight, and his usual cheerful persona had disappeared. He felt heavier too, burdened. These emotions were draining.

So he decided to confirm Yoongi's true feelings for you and give himself closure once and for all. As irritated as he was about the entire situation, he eventually came to terms that Yoongi seemed to be just as serious about you to have come forward and announced that you were his girlfriend, despite it being detrimental to his "status". And it provided him some (very minimal) relief that it was highly likely that Yoongi truly loved you and would make you as happy as he had wanted to do himself for years now. If you were loved and happy, that was going to be enough for him.

But he had to hear it from Yoongi himself, so he could finally let go of you. So he could finally be free. So he could gracefully bow out and let someone love you like you deserved, by someone you had chosen to love back.

"So I know it's been a few months, but like...what's up with dating Y/N? Are you serious about her?" Jin's voice echoed in the classroom.

He had stayed behind to chat with Yoongi and the other male students after school. He couldn't prolong his suffering any longer.

"Yeah, man. Like come on, you have so many hott girls lined up and throwing themselves at you." his teammates nudged him. "But Y/N? What? Is she good in bed or something?"

"Hey." Jin scolded. "Let's not go there."

"Oh Jin, you're so old fashioned." the boys chuckled. "So what is it Yoongi? You can't be serious about her, right? She's just temporary? I mean, next year we'll be seniors and you KNOW there's a bunch of hotties coming up from middle school. And if you're basketball captain-- WOW- you'll have your pickings."

Yoongi laughed and nodded, "Yeah, you know. She's just super nice and friendly you know? I'd catch her staring at me from afar. Whenever I needed something, she'd give it to me right away. I didn't have the heart to turn her down when she asked me out. And you know, I didn't really have any interest in anyone so I figured why not? I mean, let's give everyone hope right?"

The guys cackled and hi-fived each other, but Jin felt his blood boil. His fists curled up, wanting to instinctively slam itself across Yoongi's face. But he knew he couldn't do that, so he stood up and began walking away.

"Poor girl. She thinks you're dating her for real, but it was out of sympathy. I bet she waits for you thinking you have basketball practice, but you're actually out with us and the older brothers hitting up clubs to meet college basketball coaches." they snorted.

Jin paused. He just couldn't believe it. So one last time, he gave Yoongi a chance to respond honestly.

"Are you serious, Yoongi?" he breathed. "This is what it was this whole time?"

Everyone stared at Yoongi intently. He glanced around in silence.

"Yeah, of course that was it the whole time. Why would it have been anything else? You can't seriously think I'd be steady with someone like her?"

"You son of a--" Jin hissed, getting ready to lunge forward.

"Well then." All of a sudden, your voice was heard, and you stepped into the classroom, hands curled up in a ball.

"Y/N." Yoongi scrambled out of his chair, stunned.

"Thank you for your precious time, Min Yoongi." You took off his varsity jacket. "But I won't be needing your sympathy anymore. Let's break up."

You threw his jacket on the ground and sprinted away from the classroom.

Jin stood in the middle of the classroom, stunned. Had he just caused your break up? And why didn't he feel as enthusiastic about it as he thought we would?

And if he had felt pathetic before when you two were together, he felt like garbage this time around once word got out that you two had broken up. He knew the truth behind the outrageous rumors, but his mouth would dry up every time he tried to speak up. It wasn't your fault. It was Yoongi's. His mind yelled, but he couldn't say anything. As much as he despised himself for it, he was terrified of getting involved in the cruel beatings and the slander you were receiving. And so, he turned his back on you. He turned a blind eye to the events that he was witnessing.

You had broken your friendship. You should reach out to him if you wanted help. It was all your fault. You had brought this situation upon yourself.

He had wrapped up his shameful actions with these loose lies to quell his guilt.

And then one day, you disappeared without a word.

His world shattered with realization at your absence: he was a despicable person. How could he have claimed to love you if he consciously refused to be there when you needed him most? How could he think he deserved your love if he couldn't even protect you from getting hurt? How could he think he was the better option when he just stood around and watched you suffer?

"She tolerated bullying while she was with you, and even after she broke up with you." Jin looked up at the ceiling, trying to hold back his tears at remembering his stupidity. "I found out later from the homeroom teacher that the bullying eventually followed Y/N home, and that they were forced to move for their safety. No one in the school knew where she moved to, in order to ensure that she was protected. I couldn't even find her even if I wanted. I couldn't even apologize. How could I have? What words could I even have said back then to make up for how horribly I acted?"

Jin sniffled, "Imagine having to uproot your entire life? Imagine having to go to school terrified everyday because you knew what was waiting for you? Imagine having to still go to class? Taking tests? Then to have them follow you home?"

Yoongi felt like he hadn't taken a breath all throughout Jin's recollection. Had you really gone through this in high school? Had you really kept this from him this whole time?

"I was a coward. I couldn't help her, but it seems that now fate wants me to finally put my words and wishes into action. She came back to my life." Jin smiled sadly. "That's why I became a teacher, you see. I wanted the power to stop events like that from happening. I wanted the students to not feel alone, that they couldn't confide in someone when they were having a hard time. Every time I step into these classrooms, every time I teach, every time I help a student, Y/N has always been with me."

"You loved her..." was all Yoongi could whisper, too overwhelmed by the realization of what you had gone through, while he was too proud, too arrogant, too furious to reach out and apologize for what he had said.

"I still do." Jin chuckled as he finally looked at Yoongi straightly. "She shaped me into who I am now, and is shaping me to become someone better even still. I'm not going to lose her again."

Yoongi sat down, his legs wobbling. How in the fuck did you give him a second chance? Now, he understood your apparent disdain towards him when you two reconnected. Why hadn't you yelled at him? Why hadn't you said something? He felt like a complete fool being kept in the dark.

Jin exhaled, seeing Yoongi's genuine reaction. "You really didn't know, did you?"

Yoongi combed his fingers through his hair, exasperated. "No...I had...I had no idea."

He swallowed down his surfacing emotions as he recalled a conversation he had with Jimin about the root of your anxiety attacks.

"Anxiety attacks?"

"Yeah, like she gets shortness of breath and dazed, sometimes covering her ears or running away cause she feels suffocated?" Jimin described.

Yoongi nodded. "So...this isn't new?"

Jimin shook his head. "She's had it ever since me and Tae first met her. She won't tell us exactly what happened, but she said it started at her old high school. When I asked around, they said she got bullied a lot to the point that it got life threatening and so her family had to move and she had to transfer."

"What...??" Yoongi stared at him in disbelief.

"I figured you'd have more information...since you went to high school with her..." Jimin sighed. "But I guess you don't."

"No...I had no idea that's why she transferred." Yoongi whispered.

"It's okay. She never said anything about it, so I still don't know if it's true or not. But she had really bad attacks in social situations when she first came to our school. Me and Tae had a heart attack every time because it seemed like we needed to take her to the hospital, but sooner or later, we found ways to help her. As we became closer friends, she stopped having the attacks altogether."

It was him.

He had been the cause of your transfer. He was the root of your anxiety attacks. He had uprooted your family. He had ruined your life. How was he to face you again?

"Feeling guilty?" Jin smiled, satisfied. "Good."

Yoongi chuckled, relieved that someone was being cruel to him like he deserved.

"You know, I feel refreshed after getting shot." Jin fiddled with his blankets.

"Maybe we should get your head checked too." Yoongi snorted.

Jin laughed, "I don't know. I just kind of feel like I took the first step to redeeming myself with Y/N. And I feel proud and accomplished that finally...finally I was able to protect her without being a coward, without fearing the consequences. It's like 'hey, Kim Seokjin, you finally grew up!'"

Yoongi's lips curled up, understanding what he meant.

"What're you going to do now?" Jin questioned.

Yoongi glanced over at him, "I'm not sure to be honest."

"Well, going to check on her might be a good start. And lay me back down. I can finally catch up on sleep and not have to grade papers when I wake up, so I'm going to milk this." Jin joked lightly.

Yoongi always did appreciate Jin's positive outlook, although he would never say it out loud. He obliged and reclined the bed once again as Jin settled into his pillows.

"And what are you going to do?" Yoongi asked.

"Do my best, of course." Jin grinned. "I'm a lot more popular and handsome than you now. Watch out."

Yoongi shook his head, "I don't deserve her."

Jin studied Yoongi intently. "She can decide that for herself, don't you think?"

Yoongi raised an eyebrow curiously.

Jin shut his eyes and exhaled, "One thing I learned in retrospect is that we spent a lot of time in high school worrying and assuming that we knew what was best for other people without confiding in them. Yes, that person may have needed protecting, but did they want it in the first place? And even more so, did they want protection in the way that you thought was best to give it?"

"So...."

"So just go to her Yoongi." Jin stated. "I know I'm handsome, but you can't just stay here and stare at my face all day."

Yoongi scoffed.

"And this'll be the last time I let you get a head start. Once I'm out of here, I'm telling you honestly now that I'm going to do everything I can to be with her. I'll be chosen this time." Jin declared.

Yoongi nodded curtly before stepping out of the room.

Nervously, he trudged down the hall to your hospital room. Jungkook and Hoseok were guarding your door, and he gestured for them to go to Jin's instead. The two complied without complaints. And of course, Hoseok didn't waste time giving him a gleefully suggestive face before departing.

His hand shook as he reached to pull the door open. His footsteps felt heavy as he entered, but at the sight of you, all his nerves melted away.

You were watching the sunset from your window with a content smile on your face. The novel in your hand long since neglected it seemed, because a deep crease had formed under the weight of your fingers that were trying to keep the page. Your eyes glistened with wonder and appreciation at the beautiful sight, and he was mesmerized.

Just like when he first saw you freshman year.

He was a fairly quiet person, but due to his talents in basketball, he was inducted into the popular clique. He never really minded. He had a group of friends that were okay with him being quiet 'cause they talked consistently. Besides, he had his childhood best friend Hoseok, so why bother making new friends? Why bother having them get to know him when they were okay with who they thought he was?

It was lunch time, and he was in search of a place to sleep, wanting to get away from the loud voices of the lunch room for a little while. He found himself wandering the school grounds, with his headphones in, at peace. His feet halted as he spotted someone else walking around, and he prayed it wasn't a teacher. He wasn't allowed to have headphones on while school was in session. However, he spotted the uniform and realized it was another student. He recognized you as the bookworm in his class.

What were you doing out in the courtyard?

He was curious so he followed you, wondering why your footsteps were hesitant and cautious. When he turned the corner, he found you feeding birds with a sweet smile on your face.

"What a weirdo." he snorted, and left.

But as the days went on, he began noticing you and your peculiar behaviors more and more. Yes, you walked around with a book almost everywhere, but it never stopped you from keeping the doors open for people, despite not getting a thank you in return. He noticed how you would let those with special needs, stand in front of you in the lunch line so you could help them get their lunch trays. And because you were behind them, they didn't have to be rushed in making their choices by the others. Once they all had their meals, you disappeared. He later realized you didn't even eat lunch in the cafeteria, meaning you solely went there to help them. He found it odd, that you who remained distant, still cared about people so deeply.

And then one day, you helped him.

It was pouring rain that day, and he was walking home from basketball practice. His jacket over his head no longer providing proper coverage as it was soaked thoroughly.

"Shit." he hissed as he ran to the nearest park to hide in the playground until the downpour died down. "This sucks."

He felt movement behind him, and he hurriedly spun around.

It was you, reading a book with an umbrella overhead while teetering back and forth on the swing.

"What the fuck?" he chuckled. "In the middle of the rain too??"

Your eyes glanced up in his direction, and he gasped, retreating instinctively into the tunnel. He mentally cursed at himself. Why had he done that?

Suddenly, your hand appeared and slipped an umbrella to him. He blinked.

"Don't you need it?" he questioned.

"I have a spare." you mumbled.

Before he could stop himself, he asked, "Why are you out here?"

You crouched down and looked at him curiously. "I'm waiting for the sunset."

His face contorted into one of confusion and disbelief. Were you for real?

"Um if you haven't noticed...it's raining?"

Your lips simply curled up and you returned to the swing shortly.

Yoongi grabbed the umbrella and hummed in contemplation. With a sigh, he stepped out, and plopped himself beside you, into the adjacent swing. He panicked internally, trying to think of an excuse to use when you asked him what he was doing, but you never questioned him.

He relaxed as he watched the rain fall, and focused on the pitter patter of the raindrops falling onto the surface of his umbrella. His lips curled up. This was more relaxing than staying at home. And without realizing it, he had dozed off in the midst of his relaxation. He later woke with a start, and surprisingly found you standing beside him, holding up an umbrella over both of you. The one he had been using had long since been discarded on the ground in his slumber. He blushed, embarrassed. But when he looked up at you, he felt himself inhale sharply.

Your eyes were bright and in awe, and an excited, content expression was splayed on your face.

He realized that it was no longer raining, and orange, red, purple, and blue hues were peeking out through the clouds, as they slowly began dispersing. His mouth was agape at the beauty of the sunset after the rain. The playground was located right in front of a lake, so the picturesque vision was beautifully reflected onto the surface of the water.

All these years, he had lived and grew up in this area, on this playground, but not once had he seen this sight. He glanced back up at you, still mesmerized. He wondered if this was your first time seeing it too? Or was it something you had always waited to see?

He remained silent, not wanting to ruin the look of pure joy that was so rare to see from you. He smiled timidly as he studied your face, and began to recollect the kind actions he had continuously seen you do. He hated to admit it, but you consistently intrigued him. His eyes always wandered to you during class, and at times, he caught himself wondering what weird thing you'd be doing next. He often looked forward to the day, even though he despised having to get up early, simply because he found excitement in watching your strange yet meaningful actions from afar. Now you were so close to him, still ever so peculiar...but he realized that what he had been pushing off as mere entertainment from his routine days had somehow turned into something unexpected.

And it hit him.

You had completely captured him without warning, and without notice.

And for once in his life, he really didn't mind this unexpected turn of events.

Staring at your silhouette now in the present, his body moved forward, magnetized to you, until his arms embraced you warmly from behind. He felt you tense in surprise, but he simply buried his head into the crook of your neck.

He was so stupid. He had hurt you so terribly. He knew he shouldn't hope. He knew he shouldn't even try. But he couldn't help it. He couldn't resist it.

"Yoongi? You okay? Is Jin --"

"Don't talk about other guys right now." he cut you off as he tightened his hold around your body. "He's fine."

"What're you--"

"Just." he exhaled. "Let me stay like this for a bit. I feel like I'm going to go crazy."

He felt you relax, permitting him to stay in your proximity. His heart panged with something akin to suffocation, mixed with the tingling of butterflies. Yet, his entire body was electrified by being able to hold you so close like this once again.

"Do you want to talk about it?" You held onto his hand warmly.

Yoongi shook his head, yet the depth of his feelings was dangling at the tip of his tongue.

I love you.

I'm so sorry.

Which did you want to hear from him? Which was he allowed to say to you?

"Min Yoongi. You left your career blank again." His Senior year homeroom teacher sighed. "Don't you want to go to a university for basketball? Or architecture? Music? You used to have a hard time writing down just one in your past years, and now you have none? What's going on?"

Yoongi exhaled. "I don't know. I just don't really wanna do them. I've done basketball my whole life. Architecture is...eh. Music, I'll always have."

"I can't help you if you don't have any sort of idea on where you want to go from here. Where do you see yourself in a few years?"

"To be honest, Teach." Yoongi ruffled his hair. "I don't even know who I am right now. So how is it that I'll be able to know where I'm going?"

His teacher sighed. "Let me get someone who can help you better. Hold on."

Yoongi merely stared out the window, lifelessly. This past year, he had lived as an empty shell. But no one else thought he had acted differently, save Hoseok, who didn't even go to his school. So had he always been empty until you came into his life? Everything felt meaningless, and he knew his parents and Hoseok grew more worried with each passing day. But he, himself, had no idea why he was being like this.

A light knock was heard at the office door.

"Yep." he called.

His Junior year homeroom teacher stepped inside. Yoongi stood up and bowed respectfully.

"Hi, Yoongi." she smiled.

"Hello."

"So it seems you're having some trouble thinking about your future, huh?"

"I just can't seem to get myself together, or find myself."

"Hmm..." she sat down. "Or is it because instead of trying to find yourself, you're trying to find someone else?"

Yoongi blinked. "What?"

"You lost something when someone left." Her lips curled up knowingly. "So you're trying to look for that someone, in hopes of getting it back."

Yoongi nodded, realizing that she was spot on with her explanation. He couldn't ever put into words what it was that he was doing. But now, he felt a little less burdened at the realization.

"So...do you want to do something where you can be anybody and everybody?" she suggested.

"What? There's a job like that?" Yoongi's interest was piqued.

"And ~ it'll help you find what you're looking for."

He squinted, "The person or myself?"

She grinned, "Whoever it is you're looking for. But if I may suggest, you may want to find yourself first before you face that someone else."

Yoongi tilted his head questioningly and she tapped on his forehead. "Don't blame others for your mistakes, and don't believe that other people are your solution. You are in charge of your mistakes, and you are responsible to find a way to fix yourself. No one else."

Yoongi chuckled, "So? What's this exciting job option that lets me find people and myself while being anybody and everybody?"

"Hm, you're physically fit, with a good brain to boot. Always loved a challenge." she murmured to herself. "I think you can fit right in."

"Right in where?"

"Yoongi." His Junior year homeroom teacher smiled as she leaned in close. "Would you like to be trained to become a secret agent?"

"A what??" Hoseok blinked when Yoongi recounted his career talk.

"A secret agent." Yoongi shrugged. "It actually sounds pretty awesome."

"And dangerous." Hoseok shook his head. "Are you sure this isn't a scam?"

"She gave me a pamphlet and everything. They have a top-secret website too and she gave me a virtual tour."

"I don't know..." Hoseok worried his lip. "Sounds a bit sketchy."

"Come with me." Yoongi urged. "You don't know what you want to do with your future either."

Hoseok glared at him, "I said I was going to be a tennis player!"

Yoongi rolled his eyes. "We both know you don't want to do that for the rest of your life. You want to help people. So what better way than to be kick ass?"

Hoseok exhaled, knowing he was going to give in as always to his best friend's shenanigans. "Okay, but let's have a real in-person tour of the school. We need to know if it's legitimate."

"Well that's the thing..."

"What?"

"If we tour the school, and we reject the offer...we have to have our memories erased of the entire experience..." Yoongi scratched his head sheepishly.

"What. the. fuck." Hoseok breathed.

"You found her." Hoseok whispered as you stepped onto the stage during the graduation ceremony.

Yoongi was too stunned to respond back. Was it really you? Standing there, smiling brightly, confidently?

They repeated your name once again and it confirmed that without a doubt, it was you. He would be lying if he didn't pray, chant mantras, and will your chosen partner to be him. He wanted to talk to you. He wanted to see you up close again. His heart raced, but the hurt he felt all those years ago were brought back with your presence as well. He had so many things to ask. He had so much pent up frustrations to take out on you. But he also had so many things he wanted to share, so many things he wanted to fix. His emotions were a mess, but he settled on reacting naturally and seeing how you would respond to him, then go forward from there.

When his name was called up as your compatible partner, he saw your eyes widen in pure shock. Yoongi grinned, in high hopes, at the obvious fact that you still remembered him and that he seemed to still affect you in some way. He made his way towards you, eyes never leaving yours until he positioned himself beside you.

As was custom when receiving your life long agent partner, you both turned to face each other and bowed deeply. Then you extended your hand boldly, and his slotted into yours gently, as it once had many years ago. He smiled warmly and squeezed your hand, trying his best to cover up his nervousness about the future, and how you would react to him in return.

"Long time no see, Y/N."

And when he was met with hostility and disdain on your end, he went on the defensive and put up a wall as well as you two were forced into a room alone together after years of being apart. After all the initial banter and verbal attacks dissipated, he spared a glance in your direction to observe that you were every bit as beautiful as before, if not more. You were now donned with an air of confidence that only added to your attractiveness.

He was both irritated and enthralled by your return into his life. But it seemed that you felt more negatively than he did, as your animosity was quite apparent whenever he entered the room.

And well, the rest was history.

He hadn't expected to fall for you again, but as Hoseok frequently insisted, he probably never really fell out of love with you; he was just too stubborn to admit it. Stubborn with a large mix of fear, terrified that the downhill collision of events of the past would repeat itself again.

Neither of you had known the truth behind your break up, and both of you had given up without knowing. Neither of you had fought for your relationship.

And that hurt the most.

But now that he knew your side-- how much you did for him, what you had to experience---he felt ashamed. What would you do or say if you knew his truth? Would that even change anything? I mean how exactly could he make up for everything he had put you through?

"I'm glad you came back." He settled on whispering against your skin as he continued to embrace you, reveling in the warmth and comfort of your touch on his hand.

You tilted your head back, leaning into him. "I'm glad you found me."

Yoongi's lips curled up sadly, "Always."

But was he allowed to keep you?

"Y/N!" Jin smiled as you stood in front of him with your arms crossed, angrily, a few days later. "Hello."

"Hello? Really? You couldn't have pushed us both out of the way? You had to run IN FRONT of the bullet?" You scolded.

Jin smiled sheepishly. You whipped around to Yoongi who was reading behind you, a satisfied smirk on his face at Jin being yelled at.

"And you! How could you tell a normal person to go ahead?!"

Yoongi pouted.

"I'm not a normal person, Y/N. I'm unique." Jin grinned, tossing his hair back playfully.

You glared at him, and he retreated back into his bed obediently. Exhaling, you sat beside Jin, taking his hand warmly, much to his pleasure and Yoongi's displeasure.

"I'm grateful, Jin. Truly. But please don't throw your life away like that so carelessly. I wouldn't have been able to forgive myself if you didn't make it."

Jin reached out and stroked your hair gently. "Don't worry. I've been working out. The bullet basically bounced off my pecs."

You pursed your lips, irritated, and poked his wound, causing him to cry out in pain.

"Yeah? That's the bullet bouncing off of you?"

His eyes watered as he clutched the spot. "Y/N. Owwww, why?"

"I'm serious, Jin." You stared at him intently. "Don't do that again."

Jin nodded, relaxing. "I won't, I won't. Always so serious, Y/N."

"You two." You shook your head, exasperated.

"I mean, you could thank us." Yoongi rolled his eyes and shut his book.

"Hey, Y/N." Jin poked your cheek, earning back your attention before you could argue with Yoongi. "What do you call an elephant in a phone booth?"

You hummed, "A telephant?"

Jin grinned, "Stuck."

You snorted and tried hard to stifle down your smile, "Oh my gosh. That was a bad one."

Jin watched you lovingly as your lips curled, and your body became less tense.

"But thank you, Jin." You grinned widely. "Stay here and heal, okay?"

"What will you two do?" Jin glanced between the you and Yoongi curiously.

You stood up and stretched. "Stop this madness, of course."

Jin chuckled, "I'll be waiting then."

"We'll be back." You ruffled his hair. "Mr. Kim."

Jin grabbed your arm, suddenly pulling you down and planting a kiss on your cheek sweetly. Yoongi scowled, while you turned red in surprise.

"For good luck." Jin grinned widely, shooting a victorious, smug glance towards Yoongi's direction. "Stay safe, Y/N, and kick ass."

You laughed, gently feeling the side of your cheek he had kissed.

Before stepping out of the room, you paused at the door and asked. "What is easy to get into, but hard to get out of?"

"Swimming trunks before and after they're wet?" Jin answered curiously.

You giggled, "No...trouble."

With that, you disappeared, leaving Jin grinning from ear to ear giddily. He sunk back into his pillows with an elated sigh. "And I'm truly in trouble."

When you and Yoongi returned to your dormitory, neither of you were surprised to find that it was occupied by your team.

"Who's guarding Jin?" You questioned.

"I requested assistance from the agency. They're sending people from the Protector sect to do so. He's in good hands." Namjoon responded.

"So...what's the plan?" You plopped onto your couch.

Namjoon glanced at Yoongi then back to you. "One of you might not quite like the idea."

You sat up, intrigued. "What is it?"

"Y/N. You're officially a target now. And luckily, no one knows 'Yoonji' and anyone else was involved in your escape."

"Then what do they think happened to Jin?"

"He was at the wrong place, at the wrong time." Jimin stated. "We already debriefed him on the situation."

"So, it looks like I escaped on my own, and in the fight, Jin got innocently caught in the crossfire?" You clarified.

"Yes." Namjoon nodded.

"So...am I being used as bait?" You questioned.

Namjoon and Hoseok glanced over at Yoongi, who was sitting calmly before answering. "...yes."

Yoongi stood up. "I refuse."

"I'm fine with it." You grabbed his hand, reassuringly. "It's the most logical course of action."

"You were JUST captured, and we JUST saved you. You want to put yourself there again?" he looked pained at the thought.

"Yoongi." You gazed at him seriously. "If it's not me, it's going to be someone else who's less equipped to stay alive. It has to be me."

He glanced away from you and the others.

"Saving people is our job. Let me do it." You squeezed his hand.

"Like any of you would listen to me." he grumbled, and you smiled weakly.

"We need you on board, Yoongi. We won't be able to pull this off without you." Namjoon pleaded.

Yoongi looked at Jimin, Tae, Hoseok, and Jungkook who were waiting for his approval, with worry and anticipation. Then he glanced at you beside him, and you nodded, knowing he was going to go with the plan in the end anyway.

"We need you at the front lines." You insisted.

He exhaled, "Alright, fine."

Everyone cheered excitedly.

Jimin and Tae placed a hand on his shoulder. "None of us want to lose Y/N as much as you do. We're all going to take every precaution to make sure we have the upper hand in her capture."

"And it's me." You giggled. "I won't let someone do me in easily. Did you not see how many of their henchmen I knocked out in my escape? Let's trust in our teamwork."

"I trust you guys." Yoongi claimed firmly. "So let's get these bastards behind bars already."

Everyone grinned widely with a new wave of determination hanging in the air.

"Alright, for the time being, I'm sure they're regrouping to plan as well. Just like Y/N drew them in in their own game by acting like she betrayed Yoonji, and cheated on Jungkook, we have to set up the cards on our turf. When they capture her, it'll be in our setting, on our time."

"And how do you propose that?" You asked.

Namjoon laughed, "Not sure yet. I'm thinking for the time being, act guiltless. Like you weren't sure what happened, but you weren't scared and you weren't feeling remorse. You have to keep their eyes on you, so they don't switch targets."

"So essentially piss them off by acting non-chalant." You smirked.

"Exactly."

"I can do that." You grinned.

"Also, I've been reading the novel." Yoongi commented off-handedly.

"Oh~" Everyone teased him, earning a glare.

"Shut up." he hissed. "But anyway, we've been looking at the people who are still alive... but what if, like in the book, one of the culprits faked their own death in order to be able to move under the radar better?"

Tae hummed, "But Namjoon and I placed them all in the morgue after investigation..."

"But when was the last time you checked if the bodies were still all there?" Jimin's eyes widened.

Tae's mouth slackened in realization. "I-it's possible..."

Namjoon nodded. "We'll look into it. We would've heard if there was unusual activity there...but I guess we can never be too sure who's on our side."

"Ohh ~ look at how smart you are when you read." You nudged Yoongi.

He rolled his eyes. "I also figured out something else."

"What?" You blinked.

"The numbers." he lifted your book up, and showed off the back of your book. "One of the clusters corresponds to the ISBN# coding the book you've had this entire time."

You gasped as you realized the message VP had written: "Think simply, but look deeply."

"Oh my goodness...."

"You've been looking at the inside the whole time, when it was just on the outside." he glanced at you amused as he handed your book back to you. "There must be something in your book, and I presume another."

"You're a genius." You breathed as you traced the numbers on top of the barcode.

"I know." Yoongi smirked.

"We also found a few things, as per your request Y/N." Namjoon gestured to Jungkook, who handed him his laptop. "We compiled the CCTV footage of the victims prior to their disappearance, with focus on where their bodies were found."

"And?" You glanced at him expectantly.

"You were right." Namjoon smiled. "They each committed a sin there."

"For real?" You breathed.

Namjoon turned his screen around to play back the footage. "Victim #1 - Queen Bee, right before her disappearance, led a public display of bullying right in the middle of the hallway, trampling and stomping one of the students enough to need to be taken to the hospital. It was in the same exact spot her body was found in later. Victim #2 - VP, found gossiping about something in the Gym Locker Room, where she was found later on. This one was a bit odd, considering the severity was rather...less intense. But Victim #3 - Nurse, the footage for this was difficult to find considering the courtyard has very few cameras, but with some tampering of reflections where there were cameras, we were able to discover that the Nurse was in fact having a multiple affairs with various different people. Eerily, the murderer killed her and seemingly also had sex with her corpse...maybe to prove a point...as to why she was a victim. We're not sure."

Everyone shivered at the thought.

"Victim #4 - that male student consistently was found sexually harassing and even going so far as to rape other students by the dumpster where his body was found. The girls were silenced with money, and because his family had the ability to ruin theirs if they ever talked...so for awhile he was able to get away with these things."

"Why is it now...that I don't feel so bad about them being killed off?" Tae exhaled.

Namjoon patted his shoulder, understandably.

"Victim #5 - Baseball Player was found harassing, bullying, and stealing other students' homework assignments at the secluded staircase he was found in. Victim #6 - Braids...well we know what she did. We surmise that our ability to turn their plan awry caused her finding to be an impromptu change. But going along with the pattern, her body was mangled similarly to the tearing of Y/N's dress." Namjoon exhaled, "Now for the next two victims...these sins are more deeply rooted. We had to do a lot of digging for this, but when we discovered the connections..."

Jungkook hugged his body and shivered.

"The Science Teacher, as Jimin had debriefed you on, was part of a team that used to do human experimentation. When we looked into his past further, we found that the daughter he had lost was sick. We tracked his behaviors from work to home to find a connection, and we did. He was bringing a lot of his equipment and sneaking some serums home, which leads us to believe that his sin was human experimentation on his own daughter. He might've been trying to find a way to cure her or slow the process of her sickness in desperation, but in the end, he may have possibly sped up or even caused her death."

"So how exactly did he die?" You questioned.

Jimin stepped forward, "When you had him brought to me, I took blood samples right away and had it examined. We found a high degree of slow enacting poison in his blood stream."

"He was being poisoned..." You breathed.

Jimin nodded. "We think someone probably was giving him sleeping pills laced with traces of poison. It's slow so the effects aren't noticeable outwardly until much later, but inside, his body was deteriorating little by little every day, until it completely stops working all together in his sleep 'all of a sudden'."

"Making it seem like a suicide by overdose." Yoongi commented.

"Wow." You exhaled. "They really thought this through."

Jimin frowned, "Yes, quite intricately."

"Needless to say, finding evidence for the Gym Teacher, is still in the works. All we found is that he did chase after his wife when she left home that night. So unless she was driving above the speed limit or was purposely trying to lose him, his car shouldn't have been too far behind hers to not witness the accident." Namjoon continued. "But during recorded interviews, he was saying he didn't know she had died until he got a call from the hospital, that he was at home waiting for her the whole time. Obviously, there was no evidence to indict him. No one knows if he himself was the one that ran her over or if he witnessed it, but walked away, letting her die. Either way, he was involved, but was able to get away with it guiltlessly."

"Also, we had hoped to find more intel on Prez, but we still come up with nothing." Hoseok sighed. "It's weird. None of his movements seem out of the ordinary, yet something about him isn't so...normal, you know?"

"And not to mention, we don't know if he's truly friend or foe at this point. He may just be trying to get close to you, Y/N, because he knew you would be the last victim. Or keeping you close so he can take care of you when you figure things out." Yoongi added.

You pursed your lips, also unsure. "Didn't you say he participated in my rescue mission?"

"Oddly enough, we didn't run into any of the henchmen. We were all hoping to see how he would get himself out of a situation. He seemed so confident moving about. Most people would act as nervous and confused as Jin did." Hoseok shrugged.

"Hmm..." You hummed.

"Regardless, good job Y/N." Jimin embraced you warmly, diverting the flow of the conversation. "We're a lot closer to figuring things out because of you."

You smiled and hugged him back. "And with Yoongi's new findings about the number hints being ISBN codes of books, I have to go back to where I can get the most information, don't I?"

"Not today." Yoongi firmly stated. "It'll be too obvious if you go back there. Wait a few days."

"Wait a few days for you or for me?" You jeered.

Everyone cackled knowingly.

"Do take time to rest, Y/N." Namjoon patted your head, siding with Yoongi this time. "We're going to need your full focus and you at your full health, for this big, and hopefully last, operation. Make sure you stay where people are. I know you'll have to go to the library eventually, but make sure the Librarian is there and she tells you if someone else arrives or when she has to leave."

"Will do, Boss." You grinned.

"Let's go." Namjoon called the others. "Tae and I will pay a visit to the morgue. Jimin, return to your post and keep an eye on the teachers. They're all particularly frazzled since they are dwindling in numbers. Hoseok, Jungkook, continue your rounds. Yoongi, Y/N." he glanced at the two of you and smirked. "Behave."

Yoongi scowled, while you blinked, confused.

"We'll be in touch." Namjoon nodded, and soon, everyone disappeared from your room through various means except the front door.

Yoongi cleared his throat. Wow, had the room always felt so stuffy when it was just the two of you?

"Why'd you start reading this all the sudden?" You broke the awkwardness he was the only one apparently feeling with ease.

Yoongi turned to you as you held up the book curiously, and he scratched the back of his head shyly. "Well you left it behind when you disappeared. I wasn't sure if there would be some clues as to where you would be if I skimmed through it. Plus I figured fresh eyes on the same pages, may help out."

"Thank you." You smiled. "I've been racking my brain about these numbers, so I feel a lot better now that we have a lead on them."

He nodded.

"Should we train a little for old time's sake?" You grinned. "It seems you're slacking."

He glared at you, his competitiveness triggered. Standing up, he rolled up his sleeves, and kicked your leg dangling from the couch. "Let's go then. It seems like I've been letting your ego inflate a little too much lately."

You laughed as you pulled your hair back into a pony tail. "Game on, partner."

It wasn't until several days later that you found yourself back in the library. You had been going back to class without changing anything, as Namjoon suggested, pretending nothing had happened. The team was in their final works of solidifying the plan to trap the culprits using you as bait, and you had been itching to find out more about the numbers and VP's dying message.

You greeted the Librarian, lying that you were waiting for someone to come get you andd asked if she could let you know when someone entered the place. She, of course, warmly agreed, and stated she wasn't leaving her desk until much later so you can rest assured she would keep an eye out for your friend. Satisfied with her response, you hurried to your usual spot in the library to begin more in-depthly perusing your book, which you knew held something of importance. You had taken out the ISBN code of your book from the string of numbers VP had written. You were still left with a few numbers, which Yoongi felt was another ISBN code for a book, but there were 2 numbers scribbled in front of your book code that bothered you.

Humming to yourself, you flipped to the corresponding page number in your book. The page was clean, no markings, nothing. So you scrutinized through each word, each phrase, each dialogue in hopes that something would connect...but nothing. Exhaling, you lay down, stretching yourself out on the adjacent chair too as you read the page and the one after it for the billionth time. But as soon as you held the book up in front of you in this new position, your breath hitched.

There was something.

Scrambling to afix the book in your hand so that you could hold the page up by the light, you saw the faint markings of letters within the page, not seen on the surface.

Look deeply.

You took note of the scrambled letters: T, H, E, B, R, R, O.

You sat up hurriedly. Brother.

Your palms began to sweat and something akin to fear began crawling up your limbs, the hairs on your body standing on edge. There was only one person who had ever mentioned a brother in their background.

Yoongi's voice echoed in your mind, "...what if, like in the book, one of the culprits faked their own death in order to be able to move under the radar better?"

Shakily, your hands trembled as you typed on a search engine into your phone. Once the results appeared, you dropped your phone immediately.

A twin. A twin brother.

Suddenly, you felt a burdening presence behind you, and for some reason, you knew the inevitable had come, that they had decided to act before your team processed the final touches of the trap.

Your screen lit up, a message from the Librarian: Prez incoming! :)

Hurriedly yet as calmly as possible, you swiped a highlighter across the page, trying to feign that you did not know they were sneaking behind you. A scribble it may seem to the naked eye, but you knew that that was where the scrambled letters were through the light, praying that whoever would find your scattered items would make sense out of it.

As you finished your mark, your mouth was covered with that darn cliche cloth to prevent your screams, and to immobilize you instantaneously. And soon enough, your body grew limp, and the world became dark.

Your last pleading thought being, "Save me...".

PART 10: FINALE

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Cactus, Part XV

This one was loads of fun to write! I hope you enjoy it as much as I do!

Cactus, Part XV Summary: Family matters. The Styles Warnings: Media tomfoolery but nothing too bad I hope.

They should’ve known that this wouldn’t be easy. They should’ve known that they weren’t going to get away with it.

They had a solid six months before the paps caught on that they were dating and just shy of that before they realized they had gotten married.

And she still really didn’t know how they managed to pull that off honestly.

They had only put in the bare effort into hiding early on. She would book the table because no one knew her name, they only frequented places where he was less likely to be known or places owned by friends they could trust, they never went to parties together, showing up with ‘separate’ groups of friends and leaving in different cars even if they were going to be spending the night together.

Honestly, she just didn’t think people had been expecting him to be with someone like her. She was too short, too plebeian, too curvy, too appallingly normal. It just never entered anyone’s mind that the Harry fuckin’ Styles would be into normal, everyday Jamie Schwartz.

Look who’s fuckin’ laughin’ now, bitch?

The media.

The correct answer was the media was still fuckin’ laughing.

Jamie sighed and rubbed at her face with her free hand.

They had waited a whole week before going to an OB GYN to have the pregnancy officially confirmed, waiting out the off-chance that some pap had gotten a picture of Lou buying a pregnancy test, had made a logical leap and landed on the truth.

But nothing…

No photos. No twitter or tumblr posts by fans who didn’t #RespectHarry. Nothing. Radio Silence.

So it all seemed rather wasted, this absolutely hellish week spent guarding themselves against working themselves into a frenzy just in case they were destined to be let down by notoriously inaccurate technology.

Really though, you could do a drug test at home now. Should be able to get a pretty bloody accurate pregnancy test… if you asked her.

Jamie chewed on her thumbnail, other hand hooked in Harry’s elbow.

He was seconds from going absolutely ballistic and every flash that he saw despite their position carefully hidden away from prying eyes was only ratcheting it up further.

This was the angriest she’d ever seen him.

This is worse than the time he had lifted his arms (to get yet another candle that he didn’t need, not that she mentioned it) only to reveal a very dark, suggestively low hickey only partially hidden by the low rise of his jeans. A hickey that the media blew (ha! she could make puns too) way out of proportion and still occasionally hounded on.

It was worse than the time he had gotten caught (and recorded) engaging in a particularly raunchy round of phone sex with her. It was worse than when he found out that that recording was still floating around the internet despite #RespectHarry.

This was worse than the time, he found (read: was sent) a crude cartoon of her sucking his dick made by some coward who’d spent entirely too much time perfecting her tattoos and not near as much time learning how to respect people’s privacy.

She pressed a kiss to his shoulder but he was so tense, his jaw so tight she doubted it mattered.

Surveying the doctor’s office with a mixture of disgust and sheer rage, he all but growled down at her. “Are yeh okay, Jamie?”

She kissed his chin. “Course. Are you?”

He turned and laid his forehead against hers. “I should be bloody over-the-moon. I should be fuckin’ floatin’ but these… these fuckin’ cunts are ruinin’ it..”

Hooking a hand around the back of his neck and tangling her fingers in the curls that were forming there, she shushed him, finger pressed to his lips. “I’m over-the-moon. You wanna know why?”

He tried to smile for her. “Why, love?”

She smiled. “I fuckin’ estactic, Harry, because I’m having your baby and I’m healthy and I’ve been cleared to keep touring. Those assholes aren’t going to change that. They can’t ruin that for us, baby. The person who leaked this can’t ruin this for us. I’m having your child. Who gives a fuck what they or anyone else has to say about that?” She flattened his massive hand against her stomach and accepted the kiss he pressed to her mouth.

Looking just shy of nirvanic, blissed out smile on his recently relaxed face, he rubbed his thumb over her still flat tummy, whispering, “You’re having my baby.”

She nodded and kissed him again. “I’m having your baby.”

“Mr. Styles?”

Suddenly all business again, Harry straightened and she slipped her hand from his hair, his hand still laid protectively over her.

“The car is here, sir. And Brandon sent more guys. They’re going to clear a path and then we’re gonna walk out.”

Harry nodded. Swinging an arm around her shoulders, he tucked her into his side and kissed her forehead. He grinned. “Let’s do this shit.”

She crossed her arms over her chest and sighed. “No, Harry.”

“Love-”

“No. I don’t need a stool. I am perfectly capable of standing.”

He rubbed at the bridge of his nose. “Jamie, it’s for just in case. In case yeh get tired, love.”

She set her hands on his shoulders and leaned as close in as she could with an acoustic guitar hanging in front of her. “Listen to me. I am barely a month along, baby. I am perfectly healthy and you were there when the doctor said, aside from the obvious, that I didn’t need to make any signific-”

“I’m not askin’-”

“-significant changes to my lifestyle.” She smiled at him as he pouted.

His smile was a bit tight but she chose not to mention it. “I’m not askin’ yeh to change yer (our) lifestyle, monster. I simply want yeh to acknowledge that yer pregnant and that you need to be careful.” He shrugged. “Also I don’t know why we haven’t told at least the guys and Jeff.”

She shook her head and steadied her guitar as she stooped to get her bottle of water. “I’m fine with tellin’ Jeff and maybe the guys, however… however.” She grabbed his hand. “Baby, if we’re gonna miscarriage… it’s going to be in the next couple of months most likely. I don’t… it will break both of us to have to… to have to explain that.” She kissed his hand. “It’s best to keep it to ourselves for now, just you, me and Lou and Jeff if you want. And our parents, of course.”

He leaned in for a kiss and nodded. “Okay. That’s reasonable.”

She smiled. “I knew you were going to do this.”

He winced. “Do want, love?”

Sipping her water, her eyebrow arched and she smirked. “Be a hoverer…There are still six months left in the tour. You’re gonna give yourself a coronary.”

“I’m just trying to take care of you… you two.” He knocked foreheads with her. “Is there anything you need that I can provide you?”

She smiled. “Can we finish rehearsal so I can take a nap?”

Grinning, he started backing up towards his mic. “I thought you weren’t tired, Dolores Styles.”

She did not look amused. “I thought you were a smart man, Harry Styles.”

He held his hands up. “Fine, fine… I love yeh.”

“You are so lucky you’re cute.” She blew him a kiss. “I love you too.”

“Do you want tea, Jamie-love?”

She jumped, still staring at the tea trolley.

It had been set up pretty much exclusively for Louis and Jamie to partake in their respective tea obsessions. Her cactus mug and Louis’ favorite mug sat in the places of honor next to the kettle and mocked her.

“No, that’s okay…”

Louis chuckled. “You sure? You never turn down tea.”

She smiled tightly and tore her eyes away from caffeinated heaven only to see her decidedly not pregnant husband with his morning coffee.

Backing away from the trolley, she shook her head. “Nah.. I probably shouldn’t.”

“You sick, love?”

She shook her head and glared pointedly at Harry. “No, it’s just been makin’ my heart race, recently. Fuckin’ with my sleep schedule… probably should cut back.”

Louis nodded vaguely. “If yer sure…”

“I’m sure.” She didn’t look sure.

Trying to be as casual as possible, she made her way to the breakfast table. She leaned over Harry’s shoulder and sucked the lobe of his ear into her mouth. Voice low so the conspicuously un-nosy men at the table couldn’t hear, she purred. “I’m angry that you can drink caffeine-“

“Sorry, love.” He sounded entirely too smug to be truly sorry. “Don’t make the rules.”

“I’m angry and I want to fuck your brains out.” She nipped at his ear. “You comin’ hubby?”

He threw back the rest of his coffee and stood, the chair loudly scraping behind him. “Be back later.”

“Yeah ok, mate.” Liam rolled his eyes.

The door hadn’t even properly closed behind her by the time she’d swept her Eagles shirt over her head and started shimmying her jeans down her legs. Grunting in frustration, she paused the descent of her jeans to toe off her chucks.

She eyed him, standing by the door, one hand absently palming himself through his jeans. She licked her lips, noticing how his eyes followed the motion and he squeezed himself hard.

She loved the crazy suits and the pussy-bows, crooning behind a guitar like the lovechild of Mick Jagger and Elvis. She really did, but there was just something about Harry in tight jeans and a sheer shirt unbuttoned to his bloody navel.

His chest and thighs… Hell, if they didn’t just inform her every daydream.

“You gonna do something, pretty boy?”

Lou ran a comb through Jamie’s hair and shook her head, fighting a losing battle against post-nap tangles. “Your child is going to have the most unruly hair imaginable. It’s literally going to be the stuff my nightmares are made of.”

Jamie yawned. “Harry’s hair isn’t that bad.”

Snorting, Lou set the comb down with an audible snap. “He has more bloody hair than anyone I’ve ever met and now it’s getting long again, for which I have you to thank, I’m sure.”

Jamie shrugged. “I like it. Looks good on him.”

Lou smiled at her in the mirror. “It does… just a pain in my arse, is all.”

“So sorry.”

“No, you’re not.”

“No, I’m not.” Jamie grinned and crossed her arms over her chest. Hissing, she pulled her arms away. “Fuck me.”

Chuckling, Lou reached for a bobby pin. “Tender, lovely?”

Jamie nodded. “All’a sudden too. They weren’t this bad this morning.” She adjusted her shirt so she was a bit more covered. “They’re getting bigger too. Jesus, I look like a tavern wench.”

“Hazza’s gotta like that…”

Snorting, Jamie did up one more button before deciding she didn’t like it. “Good maybe he can carry them around for awhile.” She sighed. “I either look like a barmaid or nun… I can’t win.”

“You need a new bra.” Lou eyed Jamie’s chest.

“Can’t buy online, I need to be measured. I hate bra shopping.” Jaime huffed. “My luck I’ve gone up a whole cup.”

“How big were you before?”

“Double-D.” She sighed. “I’m probably a fuckin’ E now or something. What even is after Double-D? I’ll have to get shit made. How many cup sizes did you gain with Lux?”

“Probably one maybe two.” Lou made a face and reached for the hairspray. “But I was never as buxom as you, lovely. Only two months in and you’ve already gained at least a cup. You’re gonna be porn star big by the time you give birth.”

“Fuck…”

Lou grinned at her in the mirror. “The girls with straight hair always want curly hair and the girls with curly hair always want it straight.”

Jamie rolled her eyes. “You don’t want none of this, Lou-boo. They are gigantic pains. Literally and figuratively.”

“Got you one of the most eligible men in the world though.”

“I personally hope that it was my stellar personality and my mad guitar skills.” She stuck her tongue out. “But again, if he likes them so much, he’s welcome to have them.”

“Have what, monster?”

“My tits.” She looked up and smiled at Harry, noticing too late that the door was open and three uncomfortable men were lingering outside of it. She shrugged, not in the mood to care. “You can have them. I don’t want ‘em anymore.”

Harry grinned. “I’d take ‘em, love, but they look much prettier on you than they will ever look on me.”

“Excuses, excuses.” She stood and Harry tried to draw her into a hug. She winced and put a hand out to stop him. “No hugs…” She motioned at her breasts and whispered, “They’re killin’ me, baby.”

He nodded and leaned over for a kiss instead. “By the way… I noticed this morning. Your tits are bigger.”

“No fuckin’ shit.”

“Yeh ready, love?”

She nodded and Harry stuck his head out of the little Camry they had rented to be incognito. Brandon strolled back around the corner and reached for the door. “Coast is clear, Mr. Styles.”

Harry stepped out of the car and held a hand for her. They strolled, as casually as possible into the OB GYN office.

Harry walked up to the front and smiled down at the gaping receptionist. “Hi, we’re the-”

“Styles.” The woman jumped up. “Of course, the doctor is waiting for you. Follow me.”

She led them into a prep room where she took Jamie’s height, weight and vitals and then led them to a back exam room where the doctor was waiting for them.

“Hello!” The doctor smiled kindly. “Go ahead and hop up on the exam bed, Mrs. Styles. Mr. Styles, you can take a seat in that chair by the bed, please.”

They did as they were bid, Harry reaching out for Jamie’s hand when she was situated.

“How have you been, ma’am?”

Jamie smiled. “I’ve been fine, yeah.”

“Good.” She flipped open Jamie’s file. “Any morning sickness?” Jamie shook her head. “Really? Lucky you! Fatigue, more so than what you’d expect on a tour?”

“Yeah, I’ve been taking naps on top of sleeping later than usual. I tend to sleep late but I rarely ever take naps.”

She made a note. “Any headaches?”

“Just from quitting caffeine.”

“That will do it. Moodiness?” Harry nodded for Jamie and she pinched his arm. Chuckling, the doctor made a note. “Breast tenderness?” A nod. “Any anxiety, more severe than you’d expect. Of course, some anxiety is very normal.”

“A little but, I’ve chalked it up to the general moodiness and fatigue. It hasn’t been debilitating or anything.”

“Good. Good.” She smiled. “Have you been eating normally?”

“Yes, she has.” Harry muffled a snort into his hand. “She’s been eating bloody everything. A bag of those baby carrots a day… if not two. Never seen anyone eat so many bloody carrots.”

“Hush you.” Jamie swatted at his arm and Harry leaned in for a kiss. She shook her head. “No one asked you.”

“It’s cute, love. I, for one, am glad yer not pullin’ a Kate Middleton and gettin’ stuck in hospital.”

The doctor chuckled. “Exactly. With the lack of morning sickness, that’s to be expected and it is a good thing considering you seem to be craving something healthy. Some women have problems keeping weight on while others gain too much during the first trimester. Are you experiencing any strange symptoms that you’re worried about?”

Jamie shook her head.

“Well your vitals are great and as long as you’re feeling well then let’s move on. Do you have any questions before we do what you really came here for?”

Harry squeezed her hand as Jamie shook her head.

The doctor smiled. “Well then, roll up that shirt, Mrs. Styles and lean back.” Turning back to Jamie with a gloved hand full of jelly, the doctor chuckled. “My! You’re covered in tattoos, aren’t you? Might be the most tattooed mama I’ve had.”

Jamie tensed as she spread the cool gel over her lower stomach. “Jeez… It’s cold.”

“Yes it is.” The doctor winked and lifted the wand. “Let’s go! Sit back and relax. Sometimes it can take a bit to find them this early.” She focused on the screen. “So do you plan on getting tattooed for this little one?”

Jamie shrugged, eyes also fixed on the whole lot of nothing on the screen. “Yeah, I’d think so… I haven’t really given it much thought honestly.”

“I am.”

Jamie turned to Harry and squeezed his hand. “Yeah? What are you gonna get, baby?”

He shrugged and lifted her hand to his mouth. Pressing his lips to her knuckle, he grinned. “Don’t know yet. I’ve got a couple ideas.”

She smiled. “I think I wan-”

“Here the little one is!”

They both turned to the screen, eyes wide as the doctor pointed to the screen. Jamie covered her mouth with her free hand. “Holy shit.”

The doctor pointed to a light spot in the sea of black. “There they are. This right here,” She enlarged the image and pointed to a tiny rhythmically quivering spot. “That is the baby’s heart. Can’t hear it on the machine so we’ll use a different piece of equipment. It’s good that we can see it. Everything looks normal.”

Out of the corner of her eye, Jamie saw Harry wipe at his eyes. She cupped his jaw and pulled him to her. He grinned. “That’s our baby, love.”

She nodded and kissed him.

Jamie turned back to the doctor as she pressed another piece of equipment to her belly, setting aside the previous wand. She moved it around a bit and Jamie gasped as the sound of a very fast, very muffled heartbeat filled the room.

“That’s Baby Styles’ heartbeat and it sounds wonderful. Good and strong.”

She pulled her cord through her guitar strap and plugged in, eyeing Liam as he made his way toward her.

“Yeh like carrots, dontcha, Jamie-love?”

She grinned and squatted to talk to him from the band riser. “What?”

“Carrots?” He held up a bag full of baby carrots. “You’ve been eatin’ loads of carrots.”

“Yeah… I mean I like carrots.” He offered her the bag and she took it, wearing a confused frown. “What am I supposed to do with this?”

He shrugged, already turning to walk away. “Eat them? Pregnant ladies need to eat.”

She went pale. “What! How did you know?” She stood and motioned at Harry. “Harry Edward Styles!”

Liam chuckled and came back to the band riser. “He didn’t tell, Jamie.”

“Monster, sit on the edge of the platform. Don’t want yeh fallin’.” Harry loped over. “What is it?”

“Liam fuckin’ knows I’m pregnant!” She turned back to Liam. “How did you know?”

“What? Y’know?” Harry frowned at Liam, but turned back to her, patting the edge of the platform. “Sit.”

“You’re hoverin’ again, baby.” She sat, guitar sitting awkwardly in her lap. “Seriously, Liam, how did you know?”

Niall came up behind Liam and Harry, Louis right behind him. “Know what?”

Liam motioned vaguely at Jamie. “Y’know.”

“Oh, that.” Niall nodded. “Yeah, we all know.”

“What?” Harry frowned. “How?”

Niall chuckled into his fist. “Well, first, Harry is actin’ like he wants to wrap ye up in bubble-wrap.”

Louis laughed. “You two are not as sneaky as you’d like t’think. Jamie-love, you take a nap everyday at four and you’ve been turnin’ down tea, both of which you never did before.”

Niall nodded. “You’ve also been a wee bit irritable and aside from the morning, you’ve never been all that irritable befo’.”

“I am not irritable. You take that back!”

Laughing into his fist, Liam nodded. “You are irritable, Jamie-love. Sorry t’tell ya.”

“And who goes to a normal gyno appointment with their woman, Haz? No one does that!” Louis smiled. “I don’t even think the media believed that.”

“I like to be a supportive husband.”

“No one is that supportive and if you tell me that you’ve gone to any of her other appointments, I’ll call you a liar.”

“And last but not least,” Liam grinned. “You two have not been able to bloody keep your hands off each other. Seems like you’re bloody nippin’ off to have sex every five minutes.”

Jamie blushed, looking absolutely mortified. “Jesus.”

Harry rubbed a hand over the back of his neck.

Liam shrugged. “It’s nothin’ to be ashamed of or anythin’, I just find it hilarious that you think you’re that sneaky.” He smiled. “How far along are you?”

“She’s ten w-”

“We’re on in two. Everybody get-”

Jamie turned towards the assistant and whisper-screamed. “You’ll have to give us a minute. We’re havin’ a bloody family meeting!”

The boys went silent, before Niall dissolved into giggles, doubling over, as the other guys joined him. “And yer not irritable, right, Jamie?”

She frowned and flicked Niall off, before turning back to the assistant. “I’m sorry about that. Give us a minute more please?”

Liam reached over to squeeze Harry’s shoulder. “So ten weeks? Pretty much out of the danger zone, yeah?”

“Danger zone?” Niall looked confused.

Liam nodded. “Most women miscarry in the first trimester. That’s why it’s kinda traditional to not say anything right away.”

She nodded. “Yeah, we uh.. We heard the heartbeat last week. Doctor said that chances are now low that I’ll miscarry… We were just tryin’ to figure out how to tell y’all.” She winced. “Hope you don’t feel like we were keepin’ secrets or anythin’.”

Louis squeezed her knee. “Nah, Jamie-love, sometimes you gotta keep things to yerself… keep it in the family and all that.”

Harry shook his head. “Yeah, but you are family, innit right? We’re family. We didn’t want t’haf te go back and break everyone’s heart if we lost.. lost the baby.”

“We’ve got ye, bruv. Nothin’ to worry ‘bout.” Louis pulled him into a hug. “Now Niall jus’ needs to get his bird pregnant and everyone’s got a sprog.”

“Well, actually…”

Everyone turned to Niall who shook his head. “I’m just kiddin’...”

Liam reached over and popped him in the back of the head. “On a serious note, congratulations you two. You’re both going to be great parents.”

Jamie pulled her guitar over her head and set it on the floor. “Help me down. I want a hug.”

Harry helped her down and the boys all but enveloped her in a hug. Pulling away a couple minutes later, she wiped at her eyes. “Now get set before production hates me.”

Part XIV Up Next: Part XVI

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