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mae-gi-writes · 3 years

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Obtuse | Bang Chan (Stray Kids) - PART TWO

Summary ☆ "I don't know. I want to be his friend but then again, I don't. I mean, how can you simply be friends with someone when every time you look at them, you're thinking about how much more you really want?"

Genre ☆ bestfriends to lovers au, angst, slowburn, suggestive themes, college au, fluff, soft Chan x oc (Micha)

Word count ☆

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PART ONE | PART TWO

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Idiot, Micha kept on replaying the words like the words to her favourite song, Idiot. Idiot. Idiot.

There she sat in the hospital chair beside her mother’s unconscious body, her life hanging by a thread with the help of the machine that beeped obnoxiously in the corner, and all she could think of was of the messed up realization that she was in love with her best friend.

Chan hadn't spoken a word as she'd sobbed and sobbed, even though she wasn't sure what she was crying about exactly. He'd only wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in to rest his head against hers in an embrace so firm and filled with warmth that her heart tugged in pain. He was so close that it pained her, the realization that he was so close yet so far was a blow that left a permanent bruise.

So she'd pushed him away, wiped her tears and gestured him to follow her.

He said nothing as he sat beside her, shifting every now and then as he succumbed to the dreadful silence filling the room.

And she hated it, that he was here as if this was the most normal thing for him to do. Because it wasn't. As if on impulse, Micha couldn't help but glance at his attire that confirmed her suspicions he'd just gotten out of the gym, probably having dropped everything to rush to her side.

"Who told you?" Micha asked. Her voice felt weird, strangled as she spoke.

Chan shifted and she felt his eyes on her face, the warmth of them permeating through her skin, "Felix called."

A stagnant pause ensued. In the silence, Micha forced herself to swallow down the lump of emotion stuck in her throat, forced down the feelings that seemed to have erupted through her every pore like she had just opened up a pandora's box of truths.

Go away, was what Micha's brain screamed. Go away.

But her heart protested. Please don't leave me.

Her brown orbs lifted to his side profile. Please don't leave me.

Even if I love you.

"You should go," is what she murmured out instead, "you're wasting your time."

"Don't say that," he replied, tone firm.

His silent assurance, that made it even harder to push him away. Micha didn't know how to feal with these feelings and though she wished she had stayed blossfully ignorant of them, there was no denying the cold hard truth that now blared atop her head like a red alert sign.

At some point, Micha's eyelids had fluttered closed for the next thing she knew she was squinting, disoriented and cuddled into a warmth that smelt of familiar pine and boy aftershave. Chan.

It was so familiar, laying on his chest and smelling that comforting scent of his, a scent that reminded her of home. She couldn't help but notice how well she fitted against him, the warmth of his hands casual on her waist and his nose nudging her temple and her heart skided to a momentary halt.

This was Chan. Just Chan, her best friend. Nothing else, nothing more.

So it was a relief once the doctor slid through the door, causing her to instantly jostle Chan out of the way. He stated that while her physical injuries would heal in a few weeks, though the one thing that worried him the most was the fact that her mother might not wake up from her vegetative state.

Micha would've fainted if not for Chan's strong hold on the back of her elbow and at some point, her father ushered her out with firm orders that the young man take her home.

"Here," he stuffed a few dollar bills in Chan's hand despite the latter's protests, "get some dinner. I insist."

The next few weeks were a blurry mixture of visiting the hospital while helping her father to run the family restaurant whenever she could. They took turns sleeping and watching over her mother's unconscious form, talked about the happenings of their everyday life in hopes that it would trigger something, anything.

The unforseen circumstances caused Micha to push back her internship by a semester and that so meant that she was permanently home and permanently swamped by none other than her best friend.

"What are you doing here? You’re supposed to have class," Micha asked upon noticing him slide out of the the kitchen with two sets of noodle bowls on a tray. It was no understatement to say that NomNom Noodles Restaurant was bustling with hungry customers as it was a Friday evening. What Micha hadn't expected though, was to see Chan's sloppy smile and sweaty forehead.

He shrugged, "your dad told me you could use the help."

Her heart tugged, partly churning with affection followed by this burning annoyance to get him out of her sight.

And he was helpful; he was a charming waiter that cracked jokes whenever he could, grabbing the dishes from her hands the moment she walked out of the kitchen, wiping tables he wasn't even assigned to. And all that made it harder for Micha to push him away. Oh how she wanted to ignore him, to make him understand that she needed a space, and a lot of it.

But she didn't want to hurt him. Not when he deserved so much better.

"Oi."

Micha was whipped back to reality when she felt Chan's finger poke her forehead, only to be faced with his dimpled grin, "earth to Micha. Customers are waiting."

Heat flushed through the back of her neck. She swatted him away, "don't touch me with your greasy hands."

"Aw shut up you," he made a move towards her, causing her to sidestep with ease, "stop it, Chan--"

She whipped around, almost bumping into one of the chairs as Chan's arms circled around her shoulders to pull her back to hug her close, "Chan!"

"Don't I smell nice? I'm just sharing it with you!"

And as if on cue, the door chimed open, both their heads whipping up with welcoming grins.

Only to face Ayeong's smile.

"Ayeong!" Micha all but shoved Chan away as she noticed the slight, barest slip of the said girl's smile.

Chan whooped and ran up to his girlfriend, cheeks flushed and eyes crinkling into crescents, "baby girl! You came!"

"And I brought company," she allowed him to kiss her cheek just as the door opened to reveal Minho and Seungmin bundled up into their coats.

Swalllowing down the sudden lump of pain, Micha went forward into Ayeong's open arms, "hey, it's been a while."

"I know!" Ayeong hugged her tight, so genuine that tears threatened to fall. Micha squeezed back slightly before quickly diverting her attention to greet the two other boys.

The restaurant was empty by the time their noodles were fresh out of the pot, meaning that they had the restaurant for themselves as they caught up on life and remembered their high school days. Micha learnt that Minho was interning at another restaurant, Seungmin had passed his Design projects with flying colours, and Ayeong had already signed a contract with the business hotel that she had trained with.

"That's amazing,” Micha said to Ayeong, "do you like it?"

"I do," Ayeong beamed, "and my superiors are nice too. They're all a bunch of guys so they aren't complicated."

"Careful Ayeong, one might think that you're gonna change boyfriends," Minho teased and caused the girl to stick out her tongue at him before leaning against Chan's shoulder.

Micha's eyes instantly shot away, swallowing hard at the knot forming in her stomach. She couldn't help it. It was like second nature to hurt herself by catching small glimpses of their entwined hands, of the adoration dripping from their eyes and she wished she could just make all the pain end.

It seemed like Minho noticed her unusual demeanour, for as they were leaving the restaurant after washing up the dishes, he'd stopped by the door to shoot her a concerned look.

"You okay, Micha?"

Surprise flitted through her face for a few seconds, "uh, yeah. Yeah I'm fine."

She saw him glance at Chan's figure before looking back at her with pursed lips, eyebrows knitted together as if deep in thought, and shook her head.

After all, who could deprive Chan of his happiness?

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It was safe to say that Micha fell into a routine; waking up to visit her mother in the early morning hours, replacing her father at the restaurant when it was his turn to sit at her mother's bedside, avoiding Chan at all costs even though he was practically throwing himself in her way, and locking up at around ten, nine earliest if the restaurant was void of clients.

She would've made a much greater effort at pushing Chan's helping hand away if not for the fact that her mother was mostly occupying the forefront of her mind. The truth was, a small part of her was actually relieved that Chan stayed no matter how angry she seemed, how cold she was to him. He was a big puppy constantly coming back for more no matter how much she kicked at his countenance.

And that made her feel even worse.

"Me and Aejong made pancakes the other day," Chan chatted on one late evening as they were clearing the tables, with Micha responsible for wiping them down while he mopped the floor, "she's a horrible cook. As unbelievable as that sounds."

"Why? Because she's too good at everything?" Micha knew she sounded bitter, but her tongue seemed to have a mind of its own, lashing out without control.

Chan, as oblivious as he was, didn’t seem to catch her sense of mockery, “maybe not everything. But she’s definitely very talented in many ways. I never knew she took piano lessons until she was seventeen. She passed the exams and all.”

"Good for her.”

“You know what’s the best thing though? I really like that she never boasts about herself. That, I admire that--”

“Yes Chan, I get it,” Micha finally snapped.

Chan paused in mid-mop, “What? What did I do now?”

Her teeth sunk onto her lower lip as she kept on wiping down the tables instead of answering his question.

“Why are you angry with me?”

"I’m not angry with you,” she folded her dishcloth a little too aggressively and turned to the other table.

“Then why are you talking to me like that?”

“It’s nothing.”

“Micha.”

“I said it’s nothing!” Micha finally whipped around to scowl at him and maybe it was the mixture of saddened pain whenever she thought of her dying mother along with the continuous stab, stab, stabbing of knives that pinched her heart every time she saw Chan so much as utter his lover’s name, a name that wasn’t hers, that brought tears to her eyes despite her not wanting to let him in, not anymore, not when he was one of the sources causing her pain.

But the young man’s frustrated expression gave way to instant worry the moment he caught her eye. He made a move towards her.

And that was when she burst into a fit of angry, heart-wrenching sobs.

It was as though all the pain and the pent-up emotion that she’d stuffed at the back of her heart like an unused closet she could throw away the key suddenly burst open without warning, for once she started crying, Micha found that she couldn’t stop. Her tears only heightened upon feeling the warmth of her best friend’s embrace, pulling her closer and allowing her to sob her way through the tides of pain and worry and sadness that seemed to have taken over her countenance.

Cheek pressed against the side of her head and hands softly rubbing comforting circles along her back, Micha just allowed herself to feel sorry for her state, if only for this one night where she thought that everything was slipping through her fingers; her mother, Chan. Her career. Her future.

Once Micha had cried all the tears from her body so that there were none left, she could only rest against Chan as he rocked her from side to side, the only comfort that was holding her broken pieces together at this point. She hated it, loathed it. His kindness, his genuine concern for her.

It made it so much harder to push him away.

“How long have you been holding this in?” came his softened murmur against her hairline. She shivered unconsciously, hating the way her heart seemed to beat a little faster merely for his alto. Or maybe it was the closeness, the intimacy of his touch, especially in the dim lights of the restaurant with only the soft distant sounds of traffic in the distance to keep them company.

“It’s not about how long,” Micha’s fingers unconsciously gripped the back of his hoodie, hoping to extend this moment for a little longer. Just for tonight. She continued in a mumble, “everything is...everything is just so overwhelming.”

"Want to talk about it?”

Micha’s lips pressed into a thin line. When she spoke after her slight bout of hesitation, her voice trembled, “it’s like I’m not even in my life anymore. I feel like I’m in a nightmare-- and I can’t wake up.”

He hummed in reply, hugged her just a little tighter and kept rocking from side to side. That was all the encouragement she needed.

“I mean, my mom’s a vegetable and she’s--dying,” a small sob echoed through her throat, “I know how these patients end up. I see no other solution. She’s going to wither away in that bed and I can’t do any fucking thing about it. And then there’s my degree which I’m not completing because we obviously need the money for mom so I don’t know what’s going to happen to me, to my life and to my career and just, I just can’t breathe Chan and it scares me, it scares me so damn much--”

“Hey hey,” he pulled back just enough to see another path of tears dribbling down her face, thumb reaching up to brush it away, “it’s okay, shh. Enough crying, hm? You know I hate it when you cry.”

That only incited her to cry some more and Chan made a noise of protest before he cupped her cheek, gently wiping them away as they fell, “I know that everything sucks right now. I--I can’t even imagine how impossible everything must be for you, and I can’t tell you that things will sort themselves out because we never know what might happen.”

“But,” he continued with a gentle squeeze to her hip then and she tensed slightly at the intimacy of his gesture, “I swear it gets better. I swear it on my heart. And if you want to cry then cry, I’ll be here. If you need to shout, to scream, to punch someone, I’ll be there Micha,” tilting her chin up so that she had no choice but to gaze at him, he cracked the softest of smiles that left her all giddy inside, “I’m not going to let you go through this alone, that I can promise you.”

Swallowing thickly, it was hard not to squirm underneath the soft glimmer of his soft maroon-eyed stare. So she dropped her eyes while mumbling out a soft, “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” he whispered back.

“You don’t deserve to be here, you-- you’ve done so much for me and I don’t even know how I’m supposed to repay that--”

“There is nothing,” he cut her off firmly while his hold tightened unconsciously, “to be sorry for.”

Still, Micha’s eyes suddenly found interest in the patterns of her best friend’s shirt, knowing that there was no possibility of eye-contact now, not if she wanted to keep her self-control in check. Maybe it meant nothing for Chan to hold her so casually in his arms, but there was no denying the fact that anyone looking through their restaurant window could mistake them for a couple, and the thought caused Micha to reel back in self-disgust.

As if sensing her inner turmoil, her best friend’s hand went up against the back of her head before he nudged her to his shoulder. And while Micha’s brain was shaking in disapproval, she couldn’t find the strength to fight against what her own body yearned for, returning back into his arms and telling herself that it was just for tonight. Tonight, she would push everything at the back of her mind and just for now, would enjoy the mere warmth and comfort that came with Chan’s arms.

Burrowing her face into the crook of his neck and taking in his scent, Micha allowed her eyes to slip closed for a moment, trying her best to engrave this into memory.

Just for tonight, she promised herself inwardly. Just for tonight, she would be selfish.

Just for tonight, she would imagine that Chan was hers. And no one else’s.

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"Do I have to be there?"

Micha caught Minho's eye as he helped her hand through her coat sleeve. The said young man's eyebrow rose at her question as if she'd never asked a thing so dumb, "yes you do."

"But why?" She stomped her feet while whining, "I don't even like to drink. Or dance."

"It's my birthday. I call the shots."

"I hate you."

"Aw, me too," he pinched her cheek with aggressive fondness and Micha batted him away with her hands, scowling and muttering a string of curses under her breath as she trailed after him towards his car.

Minho's birthday was to be special as he was turning twenty-two, the perfect excuse to go out and drown themselves in alcohol. Felix, Changbin and Jisung had even rode all the way from their campus to stay over for the long weekend, taking advantage of the public holiday to party the night away.

"Hey, can I ask you something?" Minho asked as he slowed to a stop at a red light.

Micha turned to him, "yeah?"

He hesitated for a few seconds. Then, "do you like Chan?"

It was so sudden, like ice running down her back and making her go tense, fingers curling onto the material of her dark pants. Micha gazed out at the stop light until it went blurry, not knowing what to say to make it sound truthful.

"No--"

"I know he doesn't see you," Minho spoke up hurriedly, "but I see the way you look at him. I couldn't help but ask."

It wasn't like she had planned to let her secret out so soon. But he'd caught her red-handed. Her shoulders slumped, followed by the softest of sighs escaping her lips.

"You caught me," was the only thing she said.

Another pause that allowed the words to settle between them, before the light turned green and the car moved forward. A good distraction against the awkwardness sticking to Micha's heart like sweat.

"Do you..." Minho paused, "do you think you should tell him?"

"No."

"Don't you think he needs to know?" Minho turned his car down a street lined with pubs. They were slowly approaching their destination, “It’s not fair to him.”

She kept her gaze out of the window, partly too embarrassed to face him and partly to keep herself from crying, "what good would it do?"

She was glad that they had reached the parking lot of the restaurant bar at that point, for she had no intentions of continuing a conversation that led to nowhere and, ignoring Minho’s call for her name, quickly jumped out of the vehicle and strode right up to the doors of Seniora’s.

The restaurant was already full and she was glad that they had at least booked a private VIP spot in advance, thanks to Seungmin’s amazing organization skills. Micha weaved her way through in the dim spotlights shining atop dark mahogany tables that blended in with the darkness, trying to find their respective table among the throng of pretty, made-up girls in too-short dresses and guys who had no problem puffing out their cigarettes right into her face.

“Guys!” Felix’s voice boomed through the jazz notes floating through the air, and Micha turned towards his voice to see him waving frantically, a huge grin on his childish face, ‘over here!”

His excitement was contagious as it caused her own lips to stretch into a mirroring grin. She bounded into his arms without hesitation, “Felix! You made it! You said you had an assignment to finish.”

“You know how convincing Minho hyung gets once he sets his mind to it,” the freckled man gave her a once over before he whistled, “don’t you look--”

“--Fucking gorgeous, Micha,” the pair turned towards the voice, seeing Changbin with open arms while she squirmed at his compliment. He was being too kind, though her sleek black jumpsuit that clung to her curves was definitely a contrast to her usual sweater and jeans. Behind him stood Jisung and Seungmin, as well as a few other of their classmates, girls and boys included.

Her eyes suddenly locked onto a familiar pair of dark orbs. Chan.

“Hello! Hug, please?!” Changbin’s hand brought her attention back as he waved before her, scowling in mock annoyance. Micha grinned, wrapping her arms around his neck, “come here you big baby.”

“Careful Mi, he might have wandering hands now that he sees you’re more than just a replacement for Chan,” Seungmin commented while giving her shoulder a squeeze.

That earned the latter a glare from the said muscled man, “what? I’m just stating how beautiful she looks.”

Micha made her rounds of greeting -- did Minho’s friend group triple by tenfold since she was gone?-- and was exhausted by the time she finally stumbled before Chan.

“Hey, look at you,” Chan offered her a dimpled grin and she swore she wanted to coo at how cute he was. Stop that, Micha gave herself a mental slap as he continued, “all I’m gonna say is, stay away from Changbin tonight.”

“He’s not going to do anything,” she rolled her eyes, “I’ve known him long enough. I’m basically his brother.”

Her best friend said nothing, only gazed at her in that undecipherable way of his, like he was trying to solve a puzzle that couldn’t be solved.

“What?” she asked.

“Uh--nothing,” he dropped his gaze, looked away just in time for their attention to be diverted by Minho calling for a round of shots, “alright alright everyone! I’ll open up the party, shall we?”

Before she knew it, Micha had been tugged along by none other than Felix only to be dragged to the counter where a row of shots were being filled to the brim. She didn’t have to ask, knew instantly by smell that this was definitely not water. Her nose burned at the sting of vodka permeating her nostrils and she cursed under her breath as Minho handed her one with a teasing, yet sympathetic grin.

“I think you’ll need it tonight,” Micha couldn’t stop herself from scowling at the underlying meaning in his words. She swore at him, “dick.”

Micha hadn’t realized how monotonous, how boringly routine, her life had become ever since she flew back to her motherland. What with her mother’s situation in hospital and her running around trying to cover up all of her father’s blind spots, Micha had forgotten how it actually felt to be young, to be as carefree as she usually would be during university in-between her constant flow of assignments, how she used to get into this ‘fuck-it’ mood and hit up the arcade with the rest of the boys before winding up at one of the local bars, beers in their hands as they competed on who could chug down their drinks faster.

So she took advantage of Minho’s birthday to let herself relax and actually pay attention to what was happening to her, around her. Just in this moment. Nowhere else. And it felt good. It felt...alive. Free.

She danced along to the music, chatted with the other girls who she now realized were quite cool and sassy in their own flirtatious ways, drank shot after shot every time another one of her friends dragged her back to the bar without realizing that maybe she should’ve kept count.

Until it was all too late. The alcohol didn’t have any effect. Until it hit her like a tow truck.

And maybe this sudden rebellious streak had manifested itself the moment her eyes lingered over the familiar pair of figures on the dance floor, chest clenching and heart crumbling at the sweetest brush of Chan’s fingers against Ayeong’s forehead. Micha turned away just in time to halt the tears burning through the corners of her eyes and she impulsively made a grab for Changbin’s arm before pulling him along with her, “let’s get another drink.”

“Are you sure Mi? You kinda look tipsy already--”

“It’s on me. Now stop being a wuss and come on.”

Seniora’s was filled to the brim now that it was almost past midnight and the sea of bodies aided to calm the storm threatening to split her heart into. It made it easier to breathe, easier to push back the thought at the back of her mind as the alcohol paved its way through her blood and thrummed against her veins.

It felt good. Too good. And Micha wanted this numbness to last forever.

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Unfortunately, it didn't.

"It's alright, you're alright," Changbin's soothing alto comforted her as she kept on throwing up the contents of her dinner, continuously dragging her hair back to hold it up and out of the way.

"Oh god--" Micha's stomach lurched "I'm sorry--" she couldn't stop herself from vomiting once more and boy, was she glad that Changbin had dragged her out of Seniora's just in time.

"So?" Felix called from the corner of the small street in which they were hiding from curious eyes. No point in giving people something to talk about, "how is she?"

"Holding up," Micha called back despite the sour taste in her mouth. When it felt like she wasn't going to pass out anymore, she slowly dragged herself upwards, throwing Changbin's concerned expression a weak smile.

To which he replied, "you look like shit."

"Thanks Changbin. That's exactly what I need to hear," Micha rolled her eyes, feeling his strong arm wrap itself around her waist. She allowed herself to lean into him just this once, fearing that she might trip over her feet and fall flat on her face if she wasn't careful.

They stumbled over to Felix who, upon giving Micha a once-over, stated that she was to be sent home at once.

"I'm fineeee guyssss," Micha whined through slurred words, "pluss, I really wanna...dance y'know?"

She swayed a little for good measure, only to stumble and she would've landed flat on the sidewalk if not for Changbin's arm holding her upright.

"I'm bringing you home," Changbin's tone was firm.

"Nooo, I don't want to go home yet!"

"Micha, you and I both know that you're too drunk to make those decisions right now."

"But Changbinnieeee I just--I really want to--" and as soon as the picture of Chan's face flashed before her eyes, she felt her resolve crumbling into the form of tears, "I want to...forget about him--"

It hurt too much. She couldn't keep it together. It was like she was forcing herself to hold in the pain burning through her loins and no sooner had had she tilted up to meet Changbin’s eyes that she burst into wretched sobs.

She felt him still for a moment, arm hesitantly tugging her closer, hand wrapping around her head in comfort, “h-hey,” he peered into her face, slightly panicked at her outburst, “what--what’s the matter?”

“Mi?” Felix’s voice joined in. Warmth swept over her side, “Mi, what’s wrong? Do you not feel good? Do you want to go home?”

Micha nodded, and felt herself getting tugged to Changbin’s chest. That made her cry even harder, for while his scent was nothing short of comforting, it wasn’t the warmth she was looking for.

All she wanted was for Chan.

But he wasn’t hers. And he never will be.

“I got her,” she heard Changbin’s words over the raging storm tossing her heart aside. Warmth circled her shoulders -- his leather jacket, no doubt -- and she allowed his hands to steer her away from the loud bass beats of the restaurant bar and she had to give that to him. No matter how much of a bad boy he was, no one could possibly deny him of his heart of gold. That Micha was pretty sure of.

They were halfway up the street with Changbin flailing for a cab when a familiar car pulled up their street. Its window rolled down, causing Micha’s breath to halt in her throat.

“Need a ride?” Chan’s eyebrow was raised in amusement, only to drop in concern upon noticing her pale composure, “what the--Micha?!”

“No,” Micha quickly stuffed her face into Changbin’s shoulder, “Changbin, please...”

The latter, as confused as ever, nudged her towards the car, “come on Mi. Chan’ll take you home.”

“Nooooo.”

"Not the time, Micha. Seriously, get in the car.”

“I said noooo--”

Too late, for Changbin simply whipped her up in his hold, walked right around to the passenger door while ignoring her trying to sock him one, before plopping her into the seat. He slammed the door in her face and waved goodbye, “see you tomorrow, loser!”

Great. That was exactly what she needed. To be alone with Chan.

“Well someone drank a little too much tonight,” was the first thing he said the moment he pulled onto the street, a little smirk sent in her direction. Micha only sighed heavily, before leaning away to look out of the window pane.

This was painful, sitting here with Chan with all those unresolved feelings burning her loins while he sat, totally oblivious and charming and just so breathtaking that it physically hurt her fingers from stopping any attempts to hold his hand, just touch his skin, just-- feel him.

“Where’s...Ayeong?” she mumbled against the glass.

Just the name caused her chest to tighten.

“I dropped her off with the other girls. They’re having a sleepover or something.”

“She’s not spending the night with you?”

“No.”

“Ohh how dumb of her,” the words rolled off her tongue so easily now that there was alcohol swimming through her veins. It actually felt good to know that Ayeong was not to be with Chan that night, “it’s her-- it’s her lossss.”

“Oh you are so drunk.”

“I am...” she hiccuped and threw him a scowl, “not drunk!”

Chan chuckled, reaching over to ruffle her hair playfully and that simple act merely got her heart racing, “I’ll see if I have some extra aspirin to give you for your headache tomorrow--”

"Chan, can I--can I tell you something?”

He stopped at the red light and as his head turned, eyes finding hers in the darkness of the morning hours, a surge of courage suddenly overtook her.

She wanted to blame it on the alcohol even though deep down Micha was certain a small part of her had always wanted to let her best friend in on the most deepest, darkest secret she wished she could carry to her grave.

But this secret that had been eating her from the inside out, was something that was making her heart to burst at the seams. And while she never even imagined of hurting Chan that way, she knew that this was inevitable. It had to be done, for her to move on from it. Because she’d realized then and there, that it would be impossible for her to just bury those feelings away, no matter how hard she tried.

So that left her with no other choice.

“I think that,” her hand rose up as if on instinct to poke his cheek then, eyes drooping with sleep, “I think I....might be in love with you.”

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marie-in-the-hallway · 3 years

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Watermelon Sugar pt 1

wc: 2.3k

warnings: minor sexual content, swearing

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Jenna doesn't know how her life came to be like this.

She was a good person; she had partied hard in uni, yes, but she studied hard enough to make up for it. She's nice enough to leave at least a twenty percent tip every time she gets the check, and certainly nice enough to drop coins in the tip jars of the baristas who make her coffee. She calls her mum a lot and she loves her sisters and she takes good care of her plant, a cactus she'd named Steve. She’s hilarious and witty, her friends love her, and she makes a decent enough living.

So it doesn't explain why she's lying on the floor, with Harry Styles, of all people, planking on top of her.

As in, seventeenth most influential person in London, pop-star-turned-rock-star Harry Styles. The same Harry Styles who has had countless model girlfriends, left, right and centre. One right now, in fact: Camille Rowe. Also the same Harry Styles who has been the subject of Jenna’s sex dreams since she was about eighteen.

(What can she say, she's consistent. The kid might change her look every few years but the libido wants what it wants. Or something.)

Anyway, the point is that, currently, Jenna is looking straight into Harry's gorgeous green eyes and she can feel the heat of Harry's body radiating onto hers. She can also feel one of Harry's soft curls brushing against her forehead, and she knows that if she looked down, she'd see Harry's pink lips, quirked amusedly, like Jenna is something of a particularly endearing animal.

In summary, Harry looks like something straight out of Jenna’s masterbating vault, and Jenna is especially thankful at this moment that she does not have a cock because it would be hard as a rod at this very moment.

"Do you, uh, work out a lot?" She blurts out, her mouth temporarily disconnecting from her brain, and she watches as Harry blinks, his long lashes brushing the tops of her cheekbones.

There's a pause, and then she hears a snort.

"Is this a dating show, mate?" Nick Grimshaw, the twat, says, half-laughing from his seat at the radio console. He raises his voice in a poor imitation of Jenna, stuttering out a ‘do you, uh, work out a lot’ in between his giggles.

Jenna turns her head to look at him and scowls. "Shut up," she says, trying to ignore the cute way Harry is giggling on top of her. It doesn't really work, but at least she tried.

Nick raises his hands defensively. "Hey, I'm bringing us back on track. You're supposed to be asking him questions about his new album, not asking him if he works out. You're tiring out the little pop star there."

"Nah," Jenna hears Harry's low voice drawl from above her, and she turns her attention back to the hot boy on top of him. "`m not tired yet. Besides, I'm kind of enjoying the view." He shoots Jenna a cheeky wink, and Jenna feels her face flush.

"Okay," she says loudly, mostly for the benefit of herself. She vaguely wonders how red she looks on camera, and whether or not she can get the ground to swallow her whole right about now. Maybe she should retire after this. Radio 1 would just have to look for another person who won't choke in the vicinity of Nick's hairspray fumes.

Every day at one to four pm, Nick and Jenna host "The Future is Now", a radio programme where they play music, talk about celebrity gossip and tease each other. It's supposedly nothing special, just two childhood friends making fun of each other and making fun of celebrities and their drama and occasionally talking about football, but apparently their banter has made it the most popular rated programme on BBC Radio 1. So popular that a few months ago, their producer sat them down and told them to "come up with more shenanigans", an order Jenna was happy to comply with. Her and Nick have then proceeded to do almost everything, from innuendo bingo with a twist to organizing a huge water fight in Radio 1.

Their latest shenanigan is interviewing their celebrity guests in the weirdest way they can, and last time Nick had interviewed Taylor Swift through trying to interpret her answers through drawing. It was massively funny, a huge failure, and also very exhausting, according to Nick, because who knew that Taylor was such a terrible artist?

Which is also why it's Jenna’s turn to do the interviewing this time.

However, she's ninety-nine point nine percent sure that Nick did this on purpose. Drunk Jenna might have let it slip a few weeks back that she has a not-so-small crush on a certain very famous Harry Styles, and Nick, because he was apparently close friends with Harry, invited him to plank over Jenna.

Jenna’s going to light a match near his hair and watch his twatty quiff burn down.

"Okay," Jenna says again, because no matter how much she wants to go back in time and ensure Nick was never born, Harry Styles with his hair and his dimples is still above her, smiling like it takes no effort to plank like this at all. He's the most attractive man Jenna has ever seen in her entire life. "We're going to have a quickie--" and she resolutely ignores Nick's sniggers from the console and the way his face heats up, "--which is like a lightning round of questions, until you feel you need to lower yourself down or until the timer runs out. Alright?"

Harry nods at her, grinning even wider, and Jenna decides to pin her focus on Harry's left dimple so as not to be distracted by the rest of his face.

"Nachos or Tacos?" She asks, starting the game immediately.

"Tacos."

"Red or Blue?"

"Blue."

"Favorite emoji to use in a text message?"

"The tongue and the peach." Jenna ignores the almost-obscene way Harry says it. She also ignores Nick's snorts from the table. She can do this. She just needs to ignore the way she’s wet from this small interaction and get this done like the professional she is, before she can go home and masterbate herself away to oblivion.

"Favorite song from your new album?"

"Um," Harry says, and Jenna feels his forearms shift from where it's beside her head. "Watermelon Sugar?"

"Are you asking me or telling me?" Jenna asks Harry's left dimple. See, she can be normal.

"Watermelon Sugar." Harry repeats, much firmer. "It's about oral sex."

Jenna’s eyes fly off Harry's left dimple and into his eyes. "I don't think you can say that on radio."

Harry just shrugs, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "Sorry."

"Cheeky," Jenna mutters, before plunging on. "Most important feature of your ideal girlfriend?"

"I don't know if I can say it on radio," Harry shoots back almost immediately, his smile widening.

Somewhere from his place on the radio console, Nick cackles. Jenna hopes he chokes on his own saliva.

"Something radio friendly, then," Jenna answers, keeping her voice level.

"Well," Harry drawls out, seemingly lost in thought, "I'm much more of a bum kind of guy," and Nick's cackles get louder and louder. "I like a nice, firm, handful of bum. But if it has to be radio friendly, maybe the smile."

"I'm going to get suspended because of you," Jenna deadpans.

"`s the truth." Harry smiles innocently. He shifts on his forearms again, and his long curl brushes over Jenna’s eye. His cross necklace also falls out of his shirt, brushing against the hollow of Jenna’s throat. "Do you like bums, Jenna?"

"I like mums? I like my mum," Jenna says absently, half blinded by Harry's curl. She feels more than hears Harry laugh from above her, his abs quivering from above her body. Which, hey. Why is Harry laughing at her? She’s just trying to keep this show together, for the sake of her job and her listeners and because Nick is a useless idiot.

She clears her throat. "Ideal date?" She asks, blinking her eye against Harry's rogue curl. She focuses on it, tries to get it off her eye with just the power of her blinks and her eye lid muscles. It doesn't really work.

Harry wiggles his eyebrows above her, and Jenna feels a slight sense of dread settle against him.

"A walk on the beach, then a candlelit dinner, then back to my place--"

"Favorite hobby?" Jenna interrupts, because she cannot do this. She can't. She’s two innuendos away from being soaked through her pants, and she’s positive there will be a wet spot if Harry continues to imply vaguely sexual things.

"I like to bake," Harry answers easily, as if he wasn't on the verge of saying obscene things a few seconds before. Jenna hates him. Jenna also kind of wants to suck his dick.

"Last thing that made you cry?"

"Um," Harry furrows his brow and bites at his bottom lip. Jenna can't stop staring. "I...fell?"

"Fell where?" Jenna asks.

"I was getting out of the shower," Harry answers slowly, still seeming deep in thought. Jenna tries not to imagine a naked Harry, with little droplets sliding down his skin. She mostly fails. "Then I, like, slipped and fell. There were a few tears."

Jenna makes a noise of sympathy, her eyes glued to Harry's lips. "What did you hurt?"

"My bum."

That makes Jenna tear her eyes away from Harry's lips and into his green eyes, which are already shining with mirth. "What is it with you and bums?"

"I told you, I'm a bum man." Harry winks. He shifts on his forearms, and Jenna realizes that the planking must already be taking a toll on him. He doesn't seem close to giving up though, and Jenna admires his determination. Her sex drive admires the rippling of the muscles in Harry's forearms and the strength of his core.

"You seem to be a little bum crazy to me."

"Heyyy," Harry says, a cute little pout making its way onto his face. "Only for certain bums. The nice ones."

Jenna doesn't answer. "Favorite app on your phone?"

"Instagram."

"Last photo you took?"

"It was, like, a photo of my sister's dog in, um, space buns."

"Space bums, nice," Jenna says, because she can. She might get suspended from radio for a few days, but she's already aroused on camera and they've been talking bums since a while ago, so.

"Yep," Harry says, playing along. "They were out of this world."

Jenna opens her mouth to ask another question when her phone starts ringing, signalling the end of their quickie. Harry unceremoniously drops himself down, his entire body now in contact with Jenna’s own. Jenna can feel her skin heat up from where Harry's touching her, their entire lower half aligned. She shifts in surprise, discovering Harry’s (not so) little problem, so Jenna just. Speaks.

“Did you know the average whale penis is ten feet long?”

She wonders if she can probably retire gracefully and run away to Guam.

Nick is still cackling like a madman but ten times harder. Jenna doesn't think he's even stopped to take a breath since he started.

Good, she thinks viciously. Maybe he'll run out of oxygen.

"I did not," she hears Harry whisper to her, his voice almost drowned out by Nick's laughter.

"Fuck," Jenna whispers, without opening her eyes. "Leave me here to die." She can't believe she ended up here, embarrassed and horny in front of the guy she's been wanking to since she was eighteen. She doesn't think life can get much worse than this.

"It's okay, you know, I blurt out things all the time" Harry whispers, his breath ghosting over Jenna’s face. "Also, you're not allowed to say ‘cock’ on radio."

Oh, so now he's concerned about radio content. What is Harry Styles.

"Please do not try to make me feel better about this," Jenna says through her teeth, ignoring his second statement. They're going to get taken off air because of this interview, anyway. She raises an arm to cover her eyes. "Just....ignore it. Please."

Harry, because he's nice, doesn't say anything anymore, instead pulls himself off of Jenna, so that he's sitting on his knees beside Jenna on the carpeted floor. Jenna takes three deep breaths before she opens her eyes, sits up, and runs to the radio console, where Nick is still cackling obnoxiously. She lets Nick take care of the goodbyes, shakes Harry's hand once and refuses to meet his eyes, and doesn't say anything until Harry has left the room and Watermelon Sugar is playing on air.

"So?" Nick hedges, nudging Louis with an elbow. "That was fun right?"

"I'm going to murder you in your sleep," Jenna answers, glaring. "That was fucking humiliating."

"Oh come on, it wasn't that bad," Nick says, dismissively, wrapping an arm around Jenna’s shoulder. Jenna wants to saw it off his arm.

"You're not the one who started talking about whale cock in front of like, three cameras," Jenna hisses back at him.

"You could barely hear it anyway," Nick says, rolling his eyes. He pinches Jenna’s shoulder, waggling his eyebrows . "But Harry, eh? That was some intense flirting you had going on there."

"Nick," Jenna says, deadpan. "He's not single. You should know this, he's one of your best friends."

Nick frowns, but before he can open his mouth to say something, Jenna beats him to it. "Never mind him. He's probably going to get us suspended anyway, with all his obscene answers and talk about bums."

Nick cackles again, with his head thrown back. "That was pretty funny."

"Yeah, well let's see how funny it is when we get taken off air for a week straight," Jenna answers, rolling her eyes, before reaching over to queue up the next song.

Nick, the twat, just keeps laughing.

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moonlit-imagines · 4 years

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1950

Wanda Maximoff x reader

warnings: talks abt wanda��s mental health

a/n: this was written pre-wandavision release so im actually completely bullshitting the storyline...this turned into really poorly written angst really quickly

prompt: @the-radio-star: “OMG for the song event can I request Wanda Maximoff (MCU) with 1950 - King Princess”//1950 - King Princess

One thousand nine hundred eighty-nine days. That’s how long you waited for this moment. To stand in front of Wanda and see her beautiful face again. To hold her hands and pull her close to you. It was at that moment you realized that if you had to, you would wait an entire lifetime for her to return to you.

“Did you miss me?” Wanda coyly asked, watching as you fought tearing up. You’d be a liar if you denied it.

“Maybe just a little.” You honestly couldn’t stop thinking about her when she was gone. You didn’t think it’d be possible to see her again.

“Glad to know someone did.” She smiled slightly, but you knew there was something on her mind. She had lost people, too. Only her people...they weren’t coming back.

The thing is, she’d mourn for a while, but not forever. You’d be there with her through it all, though. Because you loved her, and not just as a friend. You and Wanda had been back and forth for a while, you just never caught each other at the right times. But now you were sitting side by side on a bench in the park and she was smiling, really smiling. It’s like she’d healed from all that had hurt her in the past, you were glad to be able to witness that.

“You look really pretty today, Wanda.” She heard you compliment, making her face turn pink.

“You’re just being nice.” Wanda rolled her eyes with a chuckle, but she knew you weren’t kidding. You wished that it could have stayed this simple, but your lives...they just didn’t work like that. So that leads us into our next part of the story, just shortly after.

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“Mx. l/n! You can’t go in there!” An agent camped outside the restricted town called to you as you marched right in, there was nothing that would stop you from saving her from herself. You may be the only person that could.

Once you were inside, you took a gander around at the puzzling scenery. It’s like you stepped right into a portal to 1950, and there you saw one house that looked more detailed than the rest, there she is.

You didn’t know what kind of state of mind she may be in, but this couldn’t go on for much longer, so you walked right up to her door and gave a less-than-gentle knock. There was an almost immediate answer.

“Hello? Can I help you?” Wanda asked with a peculiar tone, her accent was completely gone. And...she didn’t recognize you. It was almost heartbreaking.

“Wanda?” Your voice shook, but Wanda stayed upbeat as ever with a smile practically glued to her face.

“That’s my name, don’t wear it out!” She joked, every part of this got more and more uncomfortable. You should have listened to that agent.

“Who’s at the door, Wanda?” You heard a familiar voice from inside.

“What’s your name, sweetie?” Wanda tilted her head gently and you whispered your answer by accident. She thought you were odd, but she couldn’t imagine how you felt. “It’s y/n, honey!”

“Do we know an ‘y/n?’” He asked yet another question.

“We do now! Come on in.” The stranger of a friend dragged you inside and...wow. You just wanted to know how you could help her at this point. This entire reality, it couldn’t bring anything good. “So, y/n, tell us more about yourself.”

“I, uh...” You were focusing on Vision, who was sitting on a recliner reading his newspaper. He was supposed to be dead. Oh, Wanda, what have you done? Wait—Did something in the room just change? “You don’t remember me?”

“Remember you? Why, I’ve never seen you in my life.” Vision commented, folding his newspaper and sitting up straight. Now the two of them were uncomfortably staring at you. “Who are you?” How could you answer this question without hurting Wanda’s mental state. You looked at her clock and saw that it was now ticking one way, and then the other. They were still staring and you were holding onto your breath. Good god.

“Well, we haven’t got all day. Me and Vision have dinner plans!” Wanda finally broke her deafening silence and clapped her hands together. Maybe...maybe you should snap her out of this. You awkwardly contemplated it for another few moments while the fictional couple stared, observing the surroundings of the 1950s-themed home. Is this really what she wanted?

“This...this isn’t real, Wanda.” You finally told her, but she laughed. She just laughed. “I’m serious. All of this around us? You made it up.”

“That’s preposterous!” Vision decided to interject as he began reading the paper again, crossing one leg over another. But Wanda hadn’t yet commented on your world-breaking news.

“Wanda? You’ve got to believe me. Think about it for a minute. What do you remember from the past few days?” You tried to reason with her, but instead looked down to see yourself wearing 50s attire. She wasn’t going to give up this reality so easily. You decided to move onto the couch her hand been sitting on. “This is wrong. All wrong.”

“Why is it wrong?” She furrowed her eyebrows and watched you reach for her hand. Vision was frozen in time right then and there, almost like Cap himself.

“I care about you...so, so much.” You admitted as you squeezed her soft hands. “That’s why I need you to escape this fantasy and come back to the real world.” Wanda was starting to gain some clarity, but not enough to fully give up her dream life, even if you were a tad disappointed that Vision was there and you weren’t. Grief shows itself in funny ways, I guess. “Listen, Wanda. I didn’t want to have to do this, but...I love you too much to see you like this. A lie isn’t going to fix everything.” You reluctantly used her powers against her, a lovely ability you had. Mimicking her powers came at a cost, though.

“What—what are you doing?” Wanda asked as her world came undone. Her powers overwhelmed you greatly, but this was your last resort.

“I’m helping, Wanda. You’ll thank me later.” You grunted as you tried to concentrate. She was at a loss for words, actually. You watched as she ran outside and saw it all crumble to pieces. You hated hearing her cry, but the sooner you stopped this, the easier it might be.

You were weak now. It was hard to handle all of what she posessed when you weren’t quite used to it. It was time to find Wanda, but that wasn’t very hard. She was sitting in the middle of the road sobbing, but why exactly was she? There were so many reasons she may have.

“Are you okay?” You foolishly questioned. She didn’t answer at first...you sat beside her. You needed to sit, you were exhausted.

“I’m sorry.” She told you. “I’m a mess.”

“Don’t...” You placed your hand on her shoulder. “I know why you did it. It’s okay.”

“It’s not okay, though. I keep making these awful mistakes.” Wanda argued, biting her lip as more tears flowed down her cheeks and into her lap. Her jeans began catching them all. “It was wrong, perverted. I created a fake Vision, I took over a town, I went back in time. I created a false reality for myself and let it consume me, I couldn’t even remember who you were and you...you’re all that matters to me.”

“I—” This was such a complex situation, becoming an Avenger never prepared you for this. You decided a hug might be best right about now. No words for a minute. So you just pulled Wanda closer to you and let her cry on your shoulder. “I’m here for you Wanda.”

“I know you are. I’ve always known that.” She sniffled, still crying just a bit. And she was finally able to look you in the eye. “We’ve just never caught each other at the right time, have we?” Wanda asked, pulling your hand towards her lips to give your knuckles a light kiss.

“It seems that way.” You sighed. “But I don’t think I’ve ever stopped loving you.”

“I need to get on with my life, don’t I?” Her half-shrug was accompanied by the shake of her head.

“You need to take your time with it, Wanda.” You looked up at the cloudy sky and felt warmth on your cheek. A kiss.

“Maybe a little longer. But I think our time is soon.” She looked up with you and birds began to fly by, it was a bit peaceful.

“I just hope you’ll be happy with me.” You admitted, turning your head over to her. Your soon-to-be girlfriend’s eyes were still glossy, but she was seemingly okay for the time being.

“Out of the question, y/n.” She leaned her head against your shoulder once more. “I have no doubt that we’ll both be happy.” Her words were comforting, but tiredness was consuming you as you sat with your eyelids drooping.

“Let’s hope so...”

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brywrites · 4 years

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Flight Risk IX

Summary: An answer to the age old CM question, “who’s flying the plane?” And the story of a pilot and a profiler. Part IX: In which a profiler and a pilot try their best not to care, featuring an incredibly tacky hotel.

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The case closes. When it’s time to go home, Reid sees her leaning against the wall of the hangar with a book. Their eyes meet. He stops walking, frozen to the ground. And in response, she walks away and disappears into the jet. Neither of them knows what to say. She gives herself over to the sky, he loses himself in paperwork. The jet has never felt so big. Like there are miles between them instead of just mere feet.

Y/N thinks of Peter Pan. “The moment you doubt whether you can fly you cease for ever to be able to do it.” She doesn’t know what they are to each other anymore. Are they still friends? Were they ever at all? Was Arthur right all along? Maybe she simply is made for staying, not with her airplane heart. Hopelessly circling, never quite finding a place to land.

Reid has never had to do this before, to hurt someone in this way. He’s not sure how to reach out to her after putting this distance in place. And so he doesn’t. It doesn’t ease the loneliness. Only Garcia notices the change, when he stops talking about her.

“She told you how she felt, didn’t she?” Penelope asks, her cheerful smile deflating. Reid averts his gaze. The pained look on Garcia’s face mirrors the ache in his chest. “Oh, Reid,” she says. “Do you really still believe that you’re not allowed to be happy?”

“But you looked so happy together,” Yeeqin laments when Y/N tells her what happened. “I just don’t get it.” She and her girlfriend Saoirse offer to key his car, an offer Y/N promptly refuses. They’re both hurting enough as is. And besides, knowing Yeeqin she’d vandalize the wrong car and need someone to bail her out. After the “graffiti incident of 2014,” Y/N has no interest in doing so again.

And so they stay away. Things return to the way they always were – pilots and profilers. Two separate worlds on the same G550 jet. The only exchanges are simply pleasantries or requests from the team to the pilots, but they never come from Reid. Or announcements about takeoff and landing that almost always come from Captain Dobson. On the rare occasions when Y/N’s voice floods into the cabin, he closes his eyes and lets himself imagine that she’s speaking only to him. Sometimes when the agents disembark from the plane, she watches him go from the cockpit window and tries to remember what it was like when they sat so close.

He stops arriving early. She stops reading in the hangar if she’s not on the jet. They both pretend it’s normal. They both pretend it’s possible for them not to care. That it’s easy, that it doesn’t bother them one bit to be apart like this. That it wasn’t better before.

Y/N goes to dinner at Arthur and Malik’s house. Martin and Theresa are there and she runs around the yard with their older children, Carolyn and Benedict, and coos over baby Douglas. They share cocktails and swap stories and it feels so good to be surrounded by her own team, this makeshift family of aviators. She has movie nights in with Yeeqin and goes out with her and Saoirse anytime they invite her along and it’s so nice to be among friends. But then Martin looks at Theresa with all the love in the world and Saoirse falls asleep on Yeeqin’s shoulder in the cab on the way home and it’s acutely apparent to her that something is missing in her life.

Reid distracts himself with work and with books and tells himself that he’s always been just fine this way, with words and obligations instead of laughter over takeout or meetings at coffee shops. But then he discovers Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close in his bottom desk drawer at work, the copy she’d loaned to him and he’d sworn he would remember to give back to her and suddenly he’s trying not to cry in the bullpen and he doesn’t quite know why.

She learns from Arthur, who knew him, that Spencer’s mentor has been killed. And she can see on their next case that he’s hurting. The sadness in his eyes, the exhaustion evident in his slumped posture makes her want to run to him and wrap him in a hug, hold him close like he held her that night on the couch. But she’s not supposed to care about him anymore.

He sees the way she looks back at him as she boards the jet that day, her eyes lingering on him for just a fraction too long, and he thinks that just maybe she’s going to say something to him. But she doesn’t and he’s not sure if he’s relieved or disappointed. Either way, Gideon’s death seems only to prove his theory – the people he loves get hurt.

When they come home from the bombing case in Indianapolis, he’s drained from a week of mourning and a grueling chess match with Rossi. As Reid stands in the hangar searching for his keys in his bag, he hears, “Doctor Reid,” and turns to see Captain Dobson standing a few feet away.

“Yes?” he asks.

The captain opens his mouth, falters, and then says, “I’m sorry for your loss.” The sentiment is confusing, as he already told Reid this as he boarded the plane three days earlier. But perhaps Dobson has forgotten the conversation. So he thanks the captain and continues on his way.

Y/N and Reid seek solace in their friends, in their books, in the places that make them feel safe. And they try so hard to convince their hearts that they don’t feel anything that they wonder if it was ever even real to begin with. And for a little while, they almost believe it.

But then comes Nashville.

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“Did you see the picture Martin sent of baby Douglas in his pilot’s cap?” Y/N asks.

“I did,” Arthur says. “It was cute.”

“The cutest thing I’ve ever seen!” she insists. “I wish he could bring the kids by for a visit sometime, I’m sure they’d love to check out the jet. Do you remember being a kid and how they’d let you go visit the flight deck and see how a plane worked? And they’d give you those little plastic pilots wings?”

“Relics of a bygone era,” Arthur sighs. “I’m sure I still have a pair of PanAm Junior Pilot wings stashed in a box somewhere.” The millennium ushered in a new vision of aviation security and sharp pins and strangers in the cockpit simply aren’t considered protocol anymore. “How are we looking?”

Y/N glances at the altimeter and airspeed indicators. “Flying at 46,000 feet. Currently at Mach point nine. Should be about one hour and ten minutes to destination.”

“Let the cabin now we’ve reached out cruising altitude, will you?” Arthur asks. Typically it’s her job to shift the jet into cruise while Arthur makes the announcement, but she nods and takes the speaker.

“Good afternoon passengers, this is your co-pilot speaking. We’ve reached our cruising altitude of 46,000 feet. At this time please feel free to resume using electronic devices and move about the cabin. We expect to be landing in Nashville in about an hour. Skies are clear, should be smooth sailing ahead. In-flight refreshments will not be served, but you’re welcome to help yourselves to anything stocked in the galley.”

A part of her wonders if he thinks of her when he hears her voice. Not that it should matter anymore. Before she can lose herself in her own thoughts, Arthur asks, “Who Framed Roger Rabbit?”

“Lincoln,” she decides after a moment to think. “Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf?”

Arthur says, “The Terminator,” without missing a beat. The captain is well-versed in cinema, which makes Double Feature one of his favorite in-flight games. The first movie must always be a question, and whoever can come up with the best films in response is declared the winner. Arthur almost always wins, and it’s a challenge to think up films they haven’t already used.

“What’s Eating Gilbert Grape?”

“Hannibal.”

“That’s terrible,” Arthur laughs.

“Dude, Where’s My Car?”

“Brokeback Mountain.”

“Oof, that’s gonna be a long and sad trek to retrieve it,” she sighs. “I’m not prepared for that kind of emotional devastation.” But the game does help to take her mind off of what she’s really feeling. She can lose herself in words and not in wishes. They land GEFF gently on the tarmac in Nashville and when they pull around to the hangar, she doesn’t look out the side window. Y/N stares straight ahead at the horizon. The sky fades from deep royal blue to soft pale periwinkle where the distant skyline rises up to meet it and she loves every single shade in between.

Once the team has departed, she and Arthur walk through the cabin tidying up and making note of anything that needs to be cleaned or restocked prior to takeoff. Arthur won Double Feature (“O Brother Where Art Thou?” “Soylent Green.” “Oh, that is incredibly twisted!”) so it’s her turn to clean the bathroom. Fortunately a short flight like this means it’s fairly clean to begin with. She wipes sanitizes the sink and toilet, empties the paper towel bag, makes sure there’s enough soap and toilet paper. Garbage is deposited in the trash can at the back of the hangar and they return to Geff to grab their own go-bags.

“Listen, Y/L/N,” Arthur says as they lock the cockpit door. “About the IRT job.”

“Arthur,” she cuts him off. “I really don’t want to talk about this right now.” When he looks as though he’s about to protest she adds, “Please. I just want to go to hotel and take a nap and watch whatever silly romcom is on pay per view.”

He nods and says nothing more. They catch a rideshare from the airport together and she stares out the window at the buildings and billboards that line the roads. She already knows what she’s going to do about the offer. She made her decision after her conversation with Spencer. The choice was clear. But she doesn’t want to discuss it yet. She’s not ready.

They step into the lobby of the Graduate Hotel and her mouth falls open. It’s hideous. There’s a fuzzy tapestry – a fuzzy tapestry of a woman with a hat against a pink background that appears to be made out of the same material as a shag rug. The lamps at the concierge desk have hot pink floral patterns on them. A neon installation that looks similar to a vintage gas station sign announces vacancies in bright green and red light. The armchairs are blue velvet and the hanging lights look like tulle skirts. There’s too much happening at once.

“This is the ugliest hotel I’ve ever seen,” she says.

“Well the more affordable ones were nearly full – evidently this is a big weekend for admitted students at Vanderbilt – they had to double up all of the rooms for the team. But the Bureau managed to get us a discount here,” Arthur replies as they stand at the desk waiting for someone to check them in.

“I suppose a bunch of special agents wouldn’t blend in well at a place like this,” she admits. Hopefully they solve the case quickly and she’s not stuck here too long. True to her word she spends the first night relaxing in her room. The bathroom is beautiful – black walls with gold accents and a glass shower. The room itself is another story. The carpet is a rainbow of jewel-toned diamonds in a quilt-like pattern. The walls are pink and white striped, a candelabra sits next to a pink television. White curtains with a vibrant floral pattern line the window and form a hanging behind the bed. The bed, mercifully, has the standard white blankets and white pillows, though there is hot pink chevron quilt draped over the end and an eerie portrait of Dolly Parton stares at her from above the headboard. Y/N shudders.

Penelope Garcia calls her that evening. She’s waiting to hear back from the team and could use some virtual company. “I don’t even know if you’d like this place,” Y/N tells her. “It’s so garishly tacky. Like a sorority girl and her antique-collecting grandmother chose items from their storage closet at random.”

“Oh it can’t be that bad,” Garcia says.

“Penelope, I am ever the optimist. I love quirky, whimsical adventures. But this is something else. The Dolly Parton painting keeps staring at me, I swear!”

“Let me look it up.” There is the sound of fingers frantically typing on a keyboard. “Oh come on now, the lobby is way cute! And the patio? I just – oh. Oh my. Oh those rooms. You’re right. That’s bad. That’s very bad.”

“I told you!”

“That went from cute to crikey very quickly,” she agrees. After takeout for dinner and watching Serendipity, Y/N falls asleep under the unnervingly watchful eye of Dolly. The next day is completely free, and she heads out to explore the city. Wherever she ends up, she tries to take advantage of the adventures available to her. Just blocks from the hotel she discovers Nashville’s Parthenon – a full-scale replica of the Greek temple which hides an art museum inside. She wanders the galleries and stands at the entrance staring up at the pillars holding the roof up. What would it be like to visit the real thing? She wonders how many times the IRT has gone to Greece before. Maybe they’ll end up in Athens sometime this year.

Café Coco is the cutest coffee shop she’s seen in any city, and she grabs tea and a scone before returning to Centennial Park. Beneath the barely blossoming trees she sits and reads Dandelion Wine. It’s beautifully written and full of longing. That longing seeps through the pages and she can feel it in her bones. Nostalgia for times past and places far behind and things that cannot be. Everything that Spencer said it would be. As she reads she tries to imagine which lines would have made him smile or elicited a wistful sigh. Are the parts she loves most the same as the parts he loves most?

Her phone buzzes with a text form Arthur to ask if she wants to get lunch together at the hotel bar, and she shoves the book and her longing back in her bag and walks over to meet him.They step from the tacky lobby into a bar that seems remarkably normal. String lights and chandeliers cast an inviting ambient glow over the wooden tables and chairs. Country music is playing over the speakers. But as they she and Arthur move closer towards an open table, she sees it. The stage.

“What is that?” she asks. There’s a bear, a pig, and a fox in a wig atop a stage that says Cross-Eyed Critters. Each holds an instrument. And it’s then that she realizes the music is coming from them. It’s an animatronic band. Their eyes and mouths move as they sing and their fabricated bodies turn and jerk with the beat. “What?” she asks again, completely dumbfounded. “What?”

Arthur too is speechless. Then he shakes his head and says, “It’s nothing a drink or two won’t make more palatable.” She snaps a photo on her phone and texts it to Garcia, who will surely get a kick out of it.

As they sit down, a voice announces a new song over the speakers. A slightly tipsy looking man in a pair of red cowboy boots comes to stand in front of the stage. He has a microphone. The animatronics begin to play the opening notes of a song, and then the man begins to sing. This is not just a bar with an animatronic band, it’s an animatronic karaoke bar. The man in the red boots belts out an uncomfortably off-key version of a Kenny Rogers song –“You’ve got to know when to hold ‘em, know when to fold ‘em, know when to walk away and know when to run!”– with just a little too much bravado.

“I think I’ll need that drink sooner rather than later,” Arthur admits begrudgingly. She has to laugh. This hotel, it seems is full of surprises. But the captain is right. When she receives a spiked cream soda and Arthur has a glass of bourbon and there’s a plate of tacos between them, it’s easier to tune out the karaoke band. She can just enjoy her drink and the light and the stories of Arthur’s first flights with the BAU that have her nearly in tears from laughing so hard. For someone who maintains such a serious demeanor most of the time, he knows how to tell a joke incredibly well. She’s always appreciated that about him.

“Y/N, there is something I wanted to talk with you about,” Arthur says. His tone changes and she knows the time for joking is over. “We need to discuss the IRT offer.” Before he can continue, her phone rings. She glances at the screen. It’s Penelope. Y/N sends it to voicemail. There will be time to discuss the disconcerting robot band later when she’s back in her room. Right now, she needs to focus on Arthur. She knows where this is going and he’s right. She can’t keep putting this off forever. She has to talk about this, and everything that it means.

“I’ve already made my decision,” she begins to say. But her phone begins to ring again, and her heart drops into her stomach. This isn’t about the picture. This is urgent. Arthur must realize it too. His eyes trail down to her phone and she hesitantly picks it up.

“It’s Garcia,” she tells him, before answering. “Hello?”

“Y/N, oh thank goodness you picked up.” The analyst’s voice is a little higher than usual, a little more strained. “It’s Reid. He’s in the hospital.”

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13 | gangsta ; sweetpea

NOTES:

It's been a while. I've had these two chapters written for a while now but I haven't had time to sit down, edit them a little better and post them. Since I have time now, I thought I'd go ahead and do that, whether you guys asked for these next two chapters or not.

Sorry this took forever! Sorry I'm so slow, I've been settling into a new house and taking care of some IRL stuff / taking a little break. I swear, I'm going to update everything sooner or later. >.>

I love you guys.

WARNINGS:

NON/ LOOSE CANON COMPLIANCE - this is the biggest warning, so if you’re into things that follow exact canon plot you are… definitely not going to like this. ANGST & SLOW BURN, HEAVY SEXUAL TENSIONSTARTING NOW, ACTUALLY - this is just so everyone who started reading this thinking the smut would transpire in a hurry knows that apparently, it is not. VIOLENCE / SWEARING & FIGHTING, POSSIBLE UNDERAGE DRINKING AND OTHER SHENANIGANS- look.. it’s high school. shit happens. also apparently, my ofc Alyssa uses the word fuck like all the time?…EVENTUAL SEXUAL CONTENT / A VIRGIN ORIGINAL CHARACTER- this one is self explanatory. yes, i plan to write a smutty chapter in this at some point. when? i don’t rightly know. it’s got a while before we get there. STALKER TW - this chapter marks the true appearance of Alyssa's ex, Dave Novak. It's hinted heavily that he's a gross asshole who likes to play mind games. ATTEMPTED KIDNAPPING TW - This chapter contains an attempted kidnapping. If this is gonna bother you you're best off not reading it.

If you're under 18+, probably not a good or wise idea to continue reading this series. Because there are going to be a few dark and adult themes within. I'll warn here, of course, but you need to understand that I don't control you. If you continue to read after having read the warnings and you're upset or don't like something... Totally on you, friend.

PAIRING:

Andrews!Sibling OFC x Sweet Pea.

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THIRTEEN.

[773 - 589 - 7956] Quiet sleepy little town you’ve got here. I can see the appeal, scarlet.

[773 - 589 - 7956] I saw you last night. If I didn’t know what a treacherous bitch you were, I’d say you look more beautiful than ever.

[773 - 589 - 7956] Have you shown that new boytoy of yours all the dirty little photos you were sending me? I bet he’d fucking love to see that… Or did you actually let him see the real thing?

[773 - 589 - 7956] You can say what you want to the cops, scarlet. You and I both know you enjoyed sending me those dirty little pictures. Do your parents know what a teasing whore their daughter really is? I know mommy wasn’t too thrilled when you went running to her to snitch just because things got a little too real for you…

[773 - 589 - 7956] I’ll see you soon. It’s like I said, scarlet. You owe me. I intend to collect. You think this is a game? You can just promise things and then betray me like that? That’s not how this works, scarlet.

The second my phone was powered on again after school, it immediately started to go insane. The texts came in a flood. They were so disgusting and scary that I dropped my phone because my hands were shaking so hard I couldn’t hold it. I quickly picked up the phone and took a few deep breaths, attempting to pull myself together.

,, I can’t keep this to myself. I have to tell someone what’s going on.” the thought nagged at me for the thousandth time in two weeks and I decided that as soon as I finished my tutoring session for the day, I was going to go to the construction site and show my father the texts. Tell him that somehow, Dave was out of prison and apparently, he was here in Riverdale.

My stomach was churning and a bitter taste filled my mouth at the thought. I felt like a dead girl walking. How could I have been so fucking stupid? I should’ve told my father the first time Dave texted me. I should’ve done something.

I felt anger at the situation too. I came here to get away from everything, to put it behind me. I just wanted to forget any of it happened. How dare he show up and ruin everything? He was supposed to be in jail right now, not walking free!

It wasn’t fair.

I knew I’d never be brave enough, but I found myself thinking that if I did see him again, I wanted to strangle him. To give him a reason to be afraid of me for once instead of the other way around. To get even for the hell he put me through in Chicago.

I stepped out into the parking lot, taking a few deep breaths to calm down. Leaning against the brick wall beside the doors that lead into the building. Waiting. Trying to pull myself together. Half hoping that my brother was still here, still in wrestling practice.

Then I remembered that he didn’t have it tonight and that he’d left earlier with Veronica, Betty and Jughead.

Cheryl and Toni were already gone too. I’d stayed over because I was tutoring some kids in the grade below me. I didn’t think it’d take as long as it did. When I realized just how late it had gotten and that I’d be walking home alone in the dark, I’d panicked.

I could always call my dad.

That’s what I wound up doing. About halfway across the parking lot and just as my father’s phone went to voicemail , Dave stepped out and grabbed me, clamping his hand over my mouth before I could do anything other than scream.

My phone fell out of my hands and hit the pavement . I fought him off, managed to get out of his grasp and took off at a run. He caught up to me and grabbed me, trying to drag me towards his Chevelle that was parked nearby, idling. I fought tooth and nail, making as much noise as I could. Grabbing hold of anything I could to try and wrench myself free from his grasp.

I spotted Sweet Pea walking towards the school and I screamed louder. Fought harder.

“Sweet Pea!” I screamed his name, biting at any exposed skin I could get my mouth on Dave’s body. Clawing and scratching. Determined not to go quietly or without a fight. Sweet Pea disappeared from sight for a few seconds in the scuffle between Dave and I, and I was fighting so hard that Dave was struggling to keep a good firm grip on me…

XXX

He’d come back to school because normally, Alyssa was done and at Pop’s within thirty minutes, an hour tops. It had almost been two. Something felt off. Sweet Pea tried to tell himself the entire walk across town to Riverdale High that he was just being paranoid or overprotective. By the time the school was in view, he almost had himself convinced that he was just being a paranoid idiot.

Until he heard her screaming.

Sweet Pea took off at a run in the direction her scream came from, watching as a guy grabbed Alyssa and started trying to pull her towards an idling Chevelle nearby. He locked eyes with Alyssa before slipping out of sight. Getting himself into a position where he could slip up on the guy from behind and hopefully, distract him enough that Alyssa could get away.

The second she managed to smash her head into the guy’s nose hard enough that he dropped her, Sweet Pea spoke up. Firmly. “Run, Cherry. Don’t stop running.”

“No.” I stubbornly refused to leave. I wasn’t going to leave him to fight Dave off on his own. Not when this was my mess to begin with, my own stupidity coming back to bite me in my ass.

“Damn it, woman. Fucking go!” Sweet Pea practically growled as he lunged for the guy in front of him, spearing him against the side of his own car. The fight took to the ground, the two rolling around. For a second or two, Dave had the upper hand because he managed to get his hand on Sweet Pea’s throat. Sweet Pea used his legs, flipping them so that he was on top, swinging his fists with no real thought other than the sheer rage he felt about the guy trying to grab Alyssa. Dave managed to get the upper hand again, holding Sweet Pea against the concrete, Sweet Pea’s hand wrapped around his throat as he tried to squeeze harder.

Sweet Pea swore in frustration when he saw Alyssa slipping over to the open rear door. She emerged with a baseball bat, making her way over to the fight.

“What the fuck do you think you were gonna do, man?” Sweet Pea snarled in anger as he got in a few hard and fast punches.

“I was gonna get my hands on that little bitch you call a girlfriend and teach her a lesson.” Dave grunted out the words as Sweet Pea’s hand closed around his throat tighter and he managed to get Dave on his back again.

“The only one who’s going to learn a lesson tonight is you, asshole. Don’t fucking touch her.” Sweet Pea got the upper hand again, holding Dave against the concrete, smashing his head against Dave’s head as he sneered, “I’m gonna fuckin kill you, putting your hands on my girl.” and really tightened his grip.

Dave managed to shove him off and stood, the two of them fighting. Alyssa swung the bat at Dave’s lower back, almost connecting with it but Dave stepped out of the way at the last minute, making a grab for her.

“Cherry, I told you to run, damn it!” Sweet Pea growled as he lunged at Dave, sending Alyssa stumbling back, barely managing to keep herself from falling on her butt on the pavement. The two were rolling around on the ground again, punching and choking wildly and Alyssa spotted her cell phone and she dove for it, dialing 911.

Just as she was about to hit call, Sweet Pea choked Dave out and grabbed for the rope that had fallen out of Dave’s jacket pocket, tying his arms together while he was down. Then he rushed over to her, checking her over in concern, wincing at the pavement burn on her cheeks and the few scrapes.

“What the fuck happened to run, huh?” Sweet Pea asked, trying to catch his breath.

“I wasn’t leaving you here with him.” Alyssa panted. Sweet Pea took her cell phone and hit call, keeping his foot on Dave’s head to keep him down as he made the call.

Two minutes later, a cop car came racing around the corner and pulled to a stop behind the idling Chevelle.

The cop got out and wandered over. Glancing from Sweet Pea to Dave.

Alyssa spoke up.

“Sweet Pea was trying to save me, officer.”

“I’m going to need you two to come to the station and make statements.” the cop informed them after getting Dave into the back of the cop car. Alyssa nodded, hugging herself against Sweet Pea’s side. Sweet Pea slipped out of his leather jacket,draping it around her, because at some point during her fight with Dave, her shirt had gotten torn down the front.

The cop left, leaving the two of them alone.

Sweet Pea took a few deep breaths, pulling her against him. Squeezing her tight. Holding her in place. “Thank God I decided to come by here. If something would’ve happened…” he muttered against her hair quietly.

She pulled away to look up at him and he locked eyes with her, leaning in closer…

XXX

My heart was still hammering away at my chest. The adrenaline was starting to wear off and I was starting to panic a little as I began to realize what almost happened to me. How close I came to disappearing, having God knows what would be done to me by Dave.

I wasn’t thinking about how awkward me kissing him would be. I wasn’t thinking about anything if you want the truth. I rose up on my toes, grabbing hold of the front of Sweet Pea’s t-shirt, pulling myself up. My mouth brushed against the corner of his gingerly, trying to avoid the portion of his lower lip that was busted and bloody because it had to hurt like hell. His hands dug into my hips and he growled quietly, his mouth latching onto mine just as I went to pull away, stop myself before I went for it and kissed him in the heat of the moment.

The kiss deepened and I raised my arms, wrapping them around his neck. Dragging my fingers through his hair. My back met the side of the Chevelle with a soft smack and he pressed himself into me more firmly. His mouth continuing to hungrily devour mine.

The kiss broke a few seconds later, we pulled apart breathlessly and stared at one another in a daze. Sweet Pea wiped the back of his hand over his mouth and cleared his throat. Going quiet again.

All I could do was melt into him and try to wrap my head around what almost happened and what had just actually happened. He curled his fingers under my chin, tilting my face so that I had to look up at him.

“Who was that? Wait.. was that your ex?”

My jaw dropped. I blinked at him and then I nodded quietly. He swore under his breath and held on a little tighter. Pulling away again, his hands on my upper arms as he stared down at me. “I should’ve fucking killed him.”

“H-how’d you know about Dave? Did my brother tell you?”

“And Jughead. I don’t know everything. I just know that I told myself if I ever actually saw the asshole, I was going to kill him.” Sweet Pea answered quietly. Taking a few deep breaths and then adding a few seconds later, “We need to get to the station.”

I nodded in agreement. Sweet Pea scooped me up when he saw me take a step and wince, then try it again with the same outcome.

“I can walk.” I protested weakly.

“You fell. You probably twisted your ankle. Just… let me carry you, Cherry.” he muttered quietly, his voice a soft and concerned whisper as he gazed down at me.

All I could do was nod. Lean my head against the space between his neck and shoulder.

As we worked our way towards the police station, it poured out of me. Every single thing I’d gone through with Dave in Chicago. I grimaced as I told Sweet Pea exactly what had gone down and why I thought Dave had come to town and tried to grab me tonight and Sweet Pea’s jaw set firm.

I could tell that hearing it bothered him. And at one point, he muttered quietly, “If you don’t want to talk about it you don’t have to…”

“No, I need to get it out. I shouldn’t have kept the fact that the asshole was texting me to myself. Blocking his number obviously didn’t work because he reached out with a new one. I thought if I just ignored him, he’d lose interest. I thought it was just him, trying to scare me. I didn’t think he’d be stupid or brave enough to show up here.” I muttered, shaking my head at how stupid that sounded now that I was really stopping to think about it.

“He’s not gonna bother you again, okay? I’m going to make sure he doesn’t.” Sweet Pea muttered after a few seconds, just as we stepped into the station and made our way over to a sitting area to wait.

“You need to call your dad.” Sweet Pea spoke up after a few seconds that felt like hours.

I nodded. Taking my phone back from Sweet Pea, I dialed my dad’s number and I could hear the relief in his voice when he answered.

Static crackled and popped on his end of the line so I strained to hear.

“I’ve been riding around town looking for you for over an hour, tiny. What the hell happened?” my dad asked in a rush.

“Dave was waiting outside of the school tonight when I came out… If Sweet Pea hadn’t gotten there when he did I… he tried to grab me tonight, Dad.” I grimaced as I said it, bracing myself for all the questions and the lecture I knew I’d be getting because I hadn’t told anyone the second all this started.

,, to be fair, I definitely deserve it.” the thought came and I let myself have it. Leaning back in the chair, resting against Sweet Pea’s side slightly. Taking a few deep breaths.

My dad swore and I heard him punching at something, probably the dashboard of his truck. After a second or two, he spoke up. “Where are you two? I’m on my way, tiny. Right now.”

“We’re at the station giving a statement.” I explained.

“Thank god. So Novak got arrested? That’s good. I’m going to be sure to find out what I can do to make sure that little prick stays in a cell this time.” my dad responded as I heard him rev the engine on his truck.

The call ended and I leaned my head against Sweet Pea’s shoulder. He slipped an arm around me and took a few more breaths as if he were trying to calm himself down again because he was still angry and tense.

The cop who made the arrest found us and ushered us back to his workspace and we sat down. Telling the cop every single detail of what happened tonight. The cop let me finish and then spoke up.

“We’re holding him for Chicago. He apparently escaped. Attacked another girl… A Claire Watson… Then he came here. But everything you’ve told me will help keep him behind bars, Alyssa. Do you have a parent you can call?”

I nodded.

“She already called him.” Sweet Pea answered calmly as he folded his arms over his chest and glared at the cop suspiciously.

The cop eyed him, nodding. Managing a cordial smile. “That was quick thinking on your part tonight kid. Also stupid as hell. If he’d had a weapon, that could’ve gone wrong. Next time, call the station.”

“And do what? Let an asshole make off with my girl? Yeah, no thanks. I’m good. I’ve seen how fast you assholes respond to any call you get from the South side.”

“Not all of us are bad, kid.” the cop pointed out in a calm and even tone.

“Yeah, well… I wasn’t going to stand there and let him take my girl either. I did what I had to do.” Sweet Pea took a deep breath, rubbing his forehead. Calming himself back down.

I spotted my father and Archie coming into the station, heading right for us and I let out a ragged breath. Squeezing my dad so tight he almost couldn’t breathe when they got over to where we were sitting in the back.

My father spoke up, addressing the cop. “We will be pressing charges. So, whatever I need in order to do that, just tell me and you’ve got it.”

Sweet Pea cleared his throat.

“If it helps, here’s her phone.” Sweet Pea held my phone out to the policeman and he took it, nodding. “If there’s anything on here, that’ll help. If you’ll come with me, Mr. Andrews, we’ll get that paperwork drawn up to start the proceedings.”

My dad gave me another hug and stopped in front of Sweet Pea. “If you hadn’t been there tonight, kid… Thank you.”

“I wasn’t gonna let anything happen to her, sir.” Sweet Pea muttered, awkwardly letting my dad hug him too.

My dad made his way to an office with the policeman who’d taken our statements and I glanced up at Sweet Pea, grimacing at the bruises and scraped starting to form on his face and neck. The black eye and the busted lip.

“Archie, can you go get some ice or a soda can? His lips really swelling up..” I muttered. My brother nodded, taking some change from me to go do it. And this left Sweet Pea and I alone again.

“About that kiss.. I’m sorry, I.. the last thing I wanted to do was make anything awkward. I just got caught up in the moment and I can’t keep fighting the way I feel and I… Sorry.” I spoke up quietly. Prepared to give him an out. Afraid that I’d gone way over the line.

“Yeah, about that… I’ve been wanting to do it for a while.” Sweet Pea admitted quietly. Making me look up at him as he chuckled quietly. “You wanna repeat any of what you just said?”

I felt my cheeks burning. I pouted up at him and gave him a dirty look.

He smirked in response and spoke up. “I’m being serious. You were doing that mumble and babbling thing again.”

“You heard me.” I answered, biting my lip as I looked up at him.

“A little, yeah… But maybe I wanna hear it again, cherry.” he pulled me close and gazed down at me for a few seconds.

“Wait.. you wanted to kiss me?” I realized what he’d admitted. Gazing up at him, a little shocked.

“You’re trying to change the subject now?” he questioned, slipping his arms around me. I gave a soft laugh and muttered quietly, “Maybe a little.”

“When you say you can’t ignore the way you feel.. What’s that mean?” he questioned again, making me look up at him. I took a deep breath and toyed with the front of his shirt, trying to figure out the best way to put it to words.

The truth. Simple and direct.

“I care about you a lot. I lo--” I started to say that I loved him, but Archie cleared his throat behind us, holding out the soda can to me. Then promptly excusing himself again to go find our dad. I gently guided Sweet Pea down into a chair and sank down to sit on his knees. Gingerly pressing the cold soda can against his lip. And after a second or two, I finally got myself to say it again. “I love you, okay?”

He chuckled quietly. Locking eyes with me. Lowering the soda can to ask quietly, “Like a best friend or something.. Right?”

I shook my head. “More than, actually. Since that day at the car wash when I drenched you with the hose, I’ve… It’s been hard to make myself not look for you in a crowd. Yes, yes.. I know this is mushy and you don’t do mushy, I..” his mouth crashing against mine cut off the flow of my words and he muttered in a daze, “Say it again. Tell me you love me, Cherry.”

“I love you.” I managed to get the words out breathlessly. His mouth was latching onto mine all over again. The kiss deepening. His arms enveloping me tighter. Squeezing til I thought I’d get lightheaded between the deep and heavy onslaught of kisses and the way he was holding me.

“I love you too.” he mumbled quietly. Gazing down at me. Panting for his next breath as the kiss broke yet again.

“Okay, are you two done with whatever yet? Because dad told me to get Al back home. You can come with us if you want.” Archie surprised me by inviting Sweet Pea. Sweet Pea eyed him and nodded, standing after I’d finally managed to pry myself away from him.

As we walked out of the station, he slipped his hand down between us, lacing his fingers between mine. Giving my hand a squeeze as he glanced down at me.

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Crazy To Suppose

Ship: marvelsepticeye, background/established schneeplebro

Summary: Chase and Henrik invite Jackie, Marvin, and Jamie over to celebrate New Year's Eve. The night doesn't go the way Jackie imagined, and the end of his year is far from happy. The beginning of his new year, however, starts looking up.

Warnings: alcohol; not so much a warning but just a note that this story obviously does not take place during covid - don’t go to parties during pandemics!!!

Word Count: 1812

Click here if you’d prefer to read it on AO3 :)

Jackie snuggled into his blanket, flicking through channels with the remote Chase had left him with. Jamie was still sitting next to him, but Chase and Henrik had gone upstairs to put the kids to bed and Marvin had wandered off and disappeared.

It had been a nice evening so far. Dinner was delicious - Jackie had spent more New Year’s Eves than he’d care to admit ordering delivery from overtaxed restaurants and waiting forever for it to arrive. And even aside from the homecooked meal, it felt good just to get out of his apartment on the holiday and end the year chatting, laughing, and watching Chase’s kids try to stay awake until midnight (they didn’t even make it until nine).

He heard footsteps coming back into the room behind him; Chase had said something about watching a movie until it was time to watch the ball drop, and left Jackie in charge of picking. Marvin still wasn’t back, so Jackie pitched the others some options as Chase and Henrik brought out some snacks and made themselves comfortable on their couch. He almost jumped when a voice came from right behind him.

“I’m gonna head out, but thanks again for dinner guys.”

Jackie turned. Marvin, apparently, had been in the bathroom changing into a sparkly gold dress that came to his mid-thigh. He looked glamorous and perfect as always; like a model in a fashion magazine article about New Year’s Eve. It made Jackie understand the saying “dressed to kill;” it was like Marvin was stealing the air right out of his lungs.

Chase was less impressed. “You’re gonna freeze in that.”

Marvin rolled his eyes. He walked back through the kitchen and opened the hall closet without asking, helping himself to one of Henrik’s coats, a long black one that extended down to Marvin’s knees. It was loose on him, so he ignored the buttons and just pulled it around himself. “Does this meet your standard, mother?”

Chase crossed his arms but didn’t say anything.

“I’ll bring it back tomorrow. I’m leaving this here anyway,” Marvin said, dropping a bag that looked to contain the clothes he’d worn earlier in the evening. He fished out a smaller bag, one that matched his outfit, and started putting his shoes on.

“Do you at least have your phone?” Chase asked. “How are you getting home? You don’t have your car.”

“My date’s driving.”

Jackie didn’t know why it hurt so much more than usual. Marvin went out on plenty of dates, and it was never easy, but Jackie had gotten used to telling himself that it was ok, that it wasn’t his business. Being in love with him didn’t give Jackie the right to judge Marvin’s decisions, and just because Marvin never showed any interest in Jackie didn’t mean it was a personal attack when he went out with someone else. But Jackie had thought that they would be together tonight, even if just as friends, and now he had to watch him ride off with someone else. And maybe, when he’d seen Marvin dressed for a party, he’d had the tiniest hope that he was going to ask Jackie to come along.

Headlights appeared outside the window, Marvin waved goodbye and wished them all a happy new year, then left and closed the door behind him while Chase was still in the middle of telling him to be careful. In his absence, there was a five minute intermission for Chase to rant about how inconsiderate he was and how he was going to end up dead in a ditch one of these days, and then they redirected into the movie. Jackie chose a superhero movie, since Marvin wasn’t there to complain about it, but found he only missed the way that Marvin would’ve made fun of it when they ended up watching in almost complete silence.

They caught the last fifteen minutes or so of the live footage in Times Square, and before they knew it they were counting down. When midnight struck, he found himself staring as Chase and Henrik kissed each other, swaying a little as they held each other. They were so happy. Jackie wondered if he’d ever know what that felt like.

He felt a kiss on his cheek and turned to see Jamie smiling at him. He tried to smile back as Chase and Henrik finally separated and turned to hug the two of them. He knew he should enjoy the laughter and friendship, but he was stupid enough to check his phone. Marvin hadn’t texted him.

Chase and Henrik didn’t really have a guest room, what with having five kids, but since Henrik’s kids were with their mother that night, they offered Jamie and Jackie to crash in their empty beds. Jamie accepted and went upstairs with them, but Jackie figured he’d honestly be more comfortable on the couch than in a twin, and besides, he was grateful to have the TV, especially once he was alone. He couldn’t sleep, and it gave him something to distract himself with.

He was zoning out in front of some 90s sitcom he’d never seen when his phone buzzed at around 1 am. It was from Marvin - “hey can you let me in”

What did that mean - it made it sound like Marvin was right outside. Jackie walked towards the front of the house and squinted through the window. He could see something moving. “Jesus,” he muttered. He opened the door and Marvin slipped through. “You’re creepy as shit, you know.”

“Thank you.”

“Yeah, no problem. What are you doing here?”

“I accidentally left my keys in that bag with the clothes I changed out of.”

“Oh. Is your, uh, date waiting for you?”

“God, no. He was an asshole. I took an Uber; I’ll just crash here tonight.” He took off his coat, revealing a full bottle of wine he’d been hiding under it. “We can have our own party.” He opened the bottle expertly and took a drink directly from it. Then he held it out to Jackie.

“I don’t know if we should -”

“Oh come on,” Marvin said, giving him That Grin. “You already helped me sneak in, you’re complicit here. Besides, Mommy and Daddy are fast asleep upstairs, they’re not gonna catch us.” He dropped onto the couch, making himself comfortable in the space Jackie had abandoned.

Somehow, Marvin had a way of making it feel like they really were rebellious teenagers breaking all the rules, and the sadness that had hung around Jackie all night suddenly seemed distant, like the two of them had been a part of this secret scheme all along. He accepted the bottle and took a sip.

“Sorry if that guy ruined your night. You want me to beat him up?”

“Nah, not even worth the energy. He tried to do the whole ‘kiss someone else at midnight’ thing to make me jealous. Please. I practically invented that move.” He leaned over for the bag of chips on the coffee table and took a handful. “I mean, the crazy thing is,” he said between bites, “I used to do that with Chase, back when he was fun.” He rolled his eyes.

“What’s up between the two of you, anyway? Why are you at each other’s throats all of a sudden?”

Marvin hesitated. He wouldn’t quite meet Jackie’s eye, staring down at the wine he was swirling restlessly. “He’s mad at me for going out tonight. He thought we should all hang out, make sure you had a fun New Year’s.”

“Me?!”

“Yeah. Just cause, y’know, it’s the first holiday season since Lizzy, and he’s been worried.” That was the last thing Jackie had expected. Lizzy was his ex-girlfriend, but they’d broken up months ago, back in spring, and he’d been the one who ended it. But then again, they’d been together for two years, everyone had been asking when the ring was coming, and she really was great. Maybe he should still be upset, but he hadn’t even really thought about it. That was why he’d broken it off in the first place - he knew it made him a jerk to stay if he had feelings for someone else, and even now, his only real feeling was hope that maybe the reason Marvin hadn’t invited him along tonight was because he couldn’t take him away from a party that was meant to be for him.

“And I would’ve stayed, it’s just that I already had those plans.”

“It’s all good. Chase is sweet, but I’m really fine.”

“I was stupid to go anyway. Honestly, I knew this guy was a loser I just… I know it’s dumb and it doesn’t really compare to your thing, but ever since Nico I’ve been weird about dating.” Nico was Marvin’s ex. Jackie didn’t like him, obviously, but the other guys didn’t either. He was weird, dark and broody, and they were pretty sure his name was really just Nick. Marvin had stayed with him longer than he’d ever been with anyone else, though. “I know we weren’t together as long and that you guys didn’t like him, but he was always sweet, y’know. And I still wonder if I made a mistake ending it.” He took another long drink. “And it’s like, any time I meet someone too nice it just freaks me out, I don’t know. Like I don’t wanna do that again.”

“That makes sense. I don’t think it means you should go out with assholes, though.”

“No. I think Anti’s snake is getting hungry; I keep stealing its dead rats to put in guys’ mailboxes.”

Jackie laughed. “You’re something else, Marvin.” He grabbed the bottle and took another drink. He didn’t even like wine, it was just nice to share. “You’re gonna figure it out.” He raised the bottle in a toast. “To a year of dating nice people, for both of us.”

“Mm, yeah.” He rested his head on Jackie’s shoulder. Jackie could feel the tickle of his long hair, smell the booze on his breath, and it made his heart beat faster. “That’s the spirit,” he yawned.

“There are beds if you think you’d be more comfy.”

“Nah.” He pulled his legs up under him. “I’m good here if you are.”

“I’m good.” He tried to fix the blanket so it was over both of them, and Marvin’s weight grew heavier against him.

He was pretty sure Marvin had fallen asleep, so he was surprised when he heard him mumble, “I can’t believe I didn’t get a kiss on New Year’s Eve.”

Jackie leaned over and kissed his forehead. “How ‘bout that?”

Marvin hummed, now so out of it that his voice came out in a muffled breath. “Nice.”

Jackie laughed. “Happy New Year.”

This time, he didn’t receive a response at all other than deep, steady breathing.

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freelancearsonist · 4 years

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Slow

Blinding Lights (Rock Band!AU)

Chapter Seven of Twenty-Nine

Rated PG for mentions of sexual activities and language

2,006 words

A/N: I just really want to date Poe Dameron honestly. I had such a good time writing this! I figured I’d give you all a couple fluffy chapters before we get back into the heat of things. As always, feedback and requests are welcomed and appreciated! :)

You wake up with a slight headache and a churning stomach, and you don’t know if it’s residual butterflies from last night or from the dread of having to face the world. It’s a bit of both, you suppose.

You can still feel Poe’s touch on your skin, and it brings a smile to your face as you start getting ready for work. Not sleeping with him every time you see him is gonna take some getting used to, but you’re willing to make the sacrifice. Besides, you’re sure you’ll be ready soon enough. You just want to take a little bit longer truly getting to know him.

The ride to the shop is calm, and you’re not sure why you expected it to be hell. Maybe you’ve been overreacting, after all. Maybe no one really does care about song writers.

But part of you still expects the shit show to arrive. It’s been less than twenty-four hours since the article was published, after all. There’s still plenty of time for everything to go wrong.

“Hey, kid,” Luke greets you, his voice soft. “Thought you were staying home today.”

“Well, if I’d known that was an option, I would’ve,” you laugh softly. “No, I’m okay. Confused, but... okay.”

“Well, no one can blame you for that,” he chuckles with an understanding nod. “If you wanna get to work, there’s a pallet of African violets out back that need to be watered.”

“I’m on it,” you promise, dutifully saluting him as you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket.

Poe: I had a really good time last night. How are you doing?

(Y/N): Okay

(Y/N): Honestly, the only thing that’s changed are my follower counts on social media. People are sending me a lot of questions, but it’s not as bad as I figured it would be

You can’t help smiling at his next message.

Poe: Told you it’s not so bad. I’ve been doing this for years lol. Mind if I come over for lunch?

(Y/N): I’m at work Poe

Poe: Your point?

You laugh a little at that.

(Y/N): I have an hour from 12-1. Only an hour though

Poe: I’ll see you then 😘

Your heart melts a little at his choice of emoji. Is it too soon to tell him that you’re absolutely head-over-heels in love with him? Yeah, probably.

(Y/N): Can’t wait ❤️

And you really can’t. In the few hours that have passed since you woke up, you’ve spent maybe a sum total of ten minutes not thinking about him and the date you shared last night/this morning.

Noon is only a couple hours away, though, and there’s plenty to do while you wait. After watering the violets, you help Luke arrange an order of lilies for a nearby funeral home, you take an order for a wedding--and you’re really excited about it because they pick some of your favorite flowers--and you’re in the middle of helping a customer pick out a bouquet for his girlfriend when the bell above the door rings.

You’re a little disappointed that he shaved his beard down, but Poe is every ounce as handsome with the slight smattering of stubble that’s left. He’s in a pair of tight jeans and a navy blue t-shirt, and for some reason it’s a strangely attractive outfit. Paired with the sunglasses he’s wearing that do very little to mask his identity and the way his curls are neatly slicked back, you’re practically a puddle on the floor.

How long into a relationship are you supposed to wait before you pull your significant other into the nearest private space and jump their bones? Is a day long enough?

But it hasn’t even been a full day. Barely twelve hours have passed since this whole thing started. Just over half a day, and you can hardly stand being away from him. How are you going to survive such a dependent relationship? You’ve never let yourself form such an attachment before; and certainly not to someone like him.

Your customer spots Poe on the way out, and you bite back an amused smile as they snap a quick picture together. The guy isn’t even out of the building when Poe approaches, and you press your hand to his chest to keep him from mauling you in front of a stranger.

“As much as I want to kiss you right now,” you whisper quietly, “I was serious about taking things slow. I’m not ready to make out in front of strangers. Especially not strangers who are your fans.”

“Okay,” he nods pleasantly. “We’re takin’ this at your pace, sweetheart. How’s your day been so far?”

You smile fondly at him. “Good. It’s been pretty slow, but I’ll never complain about that. What about you?”

“Good.” He glances around to make sure there’s no one within sight before gently pressing his lips to your cheek. “Had some meetings to make sure everything’s on track for the album release, but they went smooth. Nothing to worry about yet.”

You glance around, too, then quickly peck his lips. “That’s good. I usually head to the café down the street for lunch, I just need to let Luke know I’m heading out.”

“Actually, I stopped on the way here,” he laughs softly as he holds up a brown paper bag with the familiar Erso’s Café logo. You hadn’t even noticed that he had something with him. “I hope you don’t mind.”

“No, of course not!” You grin as you reach for your wallet. “I hope you got my order right.”

Poe stops you before you can pull out any cash. “There’s no need for that.”

“Poe-”

“C’mon, I wanna treat my girl to lunch. I don’t want to waste any time, but I will spend the entire hour arguing that.”

You give him a grateful smile as you tuck your wallet away. “You’re too good to me.”

He chuckles quietly as you lead the way to the break room. “You’d better get used to it, ‘cause I’m not planning on stopping any time soon.”

You only remember mentioning your typical lunch order to Poe once, but he got it perfect. A grilled chicken salad with Italian dressing and a blueberry scone.

“You’re not, like, stalking me or anything, are you?” You tease as you spread the meal out on the break room table.

He laughs good-naturedly at your playful question. “No, it was from one of those trivia games that Rey likes. I kinda memorized most of your answers. This might come as a bit of a shock, but I’ve wanted to date you from the very beginning.”

You smile fondly at the memory. As their main song writer, the band had welcomed you with open arms. You were a bit apprehensive at first, but they knew you by a fake name so there wasn’t much to be afraid of. Rey liked to host game nights every once in a while, and she started inviting you only a couple months after your first meeting. She was a huge fan of trivia, so she eventually asked what your absolute favorite food was. You answered with your lunch order, because the majority of the food you get outside of Erso’s is a box of Easy Mac or a package or Ramen noodles.

“I’ve wanted this for a long time, too,” you answer as you toss your salad with a plastic fork. “I just... I feel really stupid, honestly. Having my real name out in public has barely changed anything, and I’ve been holding back from you because I was scared.”

“Hey, you’re not stupid,” he tells you firmly. “Maybe you feel like your fears are small and meaningless, but they’re real and valid. You never have to apologize for protecting what you want.”

His words nearly bring tears to your eyes. Somehow, that was exactly what you needed to hear. “Feel free to tell me if it’s too soon to say this, but I think maybe you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Poe beams with all the energy of the sun as his hand slides over the table to capture yours. “I feel the same way.”

When Luke comes in, you have to remind yourself not to pull away from Poe’s touch. It’s weird, being able to maintain such an intimate gesture around other people. It’s hardly PDA, but it’s a step and it makes your heart swell with pride. Poe’s your man, and you’re allowed to show it to anyone you want to know.

Luke just raises an eyebrow at the two of you as he grabs his sandwich from the mini-fridge. “I thought you said you two weren’t dating.”

“We weren’t,” you shrug honestly. “This is a more, uh... recent development.”

Luke shrugs passively. “Good for you kids. I’m gonna take my lunch in the office. And, just for the record, there is a security camera in here.”

You scoff, rolling your eyes as you feel a slight blush creep up your neck. “Gross! Go eat your lunch, old man.”

He laughs enthusiastically as he retreats out of the break room, and Poe squeezes your hand. “So, we’re dating now?”

In an instant, your eyes go wide. “Oh, god, sorry. We should’ve talked about it before I said that.”

“No, no, no!” he quickly backtracks. “I was hoping that's what this is. I just... wasn’t sure if you’d be ready to put a label on it or anything.”

“Yeah! I’d like to label it,” you smile excitedly. “Only if you’re okay with it, though.”

He bites his lip, as his eyes rake over your face, and you cross your legs to keep your mind focused on him. “Honey, I’ve been trying to get you to label me for two years.”

You laugh softly at that. “I’ve had you labeled for two years.”

He raises an eyebrow, interested. “Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah. Handsomest idiot in the universe.”

He taps his chin thoughtfully. “Compromise. Handsomest idiot boyfriend in the universe.”

“Wow. That’s a mouthful,” you tease as you impale a piece of chicken on your fork.

Poe leans back a little bit, smoothing his free hand over his immaculate hair. “Yeah, you’re right. I can settle for just boyfriend.”

You can’t believe that you’re this lucky, but you don’t want to overthink it for fear that fate will realize it’s being too good to you. “Just boyfriend it is, then.”

It never ceases to amaze you just how easy it is to be around Poe. He's so charismatic and charming, and he barely has to try to keep the conversation flowing--it just comes naturally to him. You’re starting to think that he’s ruining your standards for men for the rest of your life.

He laughs quietly to himself as you walk him to the front door. “Honestly, I’m still getting used to not fucking you every time I see you.”

You’re thinking the same thing, but you bashfully bat his arm anyway.

“I like it, though!” He quickly refutes his own statement, capturing your hands in his. “I’m glad we’re taking our time.”

“I am, too,” you nod honestly. “I love getting to know you and taking things one step at a time. Slow’s the way to go.”

“Slow,” he nods.

And then he pulls you in and presses his lips to yours, cupping your face with his hands and completely ignoring the three customers waiting in line at the counter.

You kiss him back out of instinct as his tongue swipes hotly over your bottom lip, and he pulls away before you can think twice about it.

He gives you a coy smile as he slides his sunglasses from on top of his head to over his eyes.

“Slow!” He repeats, calling over his shoulder as he pushes the door open and disappears in the street.

You simultaneously want to kiss him and kill him. You ultimately decide that kissing is a lot more fun, so you mentally vow to do a lot of it later.

THE END

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dessiekarma · 4 years

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My Harem is Entirely Bad Boy Types (Kirisaki Daiichi x Reader) Pt. 12

Chapter 12: This Will NOT End Like Every Other Harem Anime; We Want an Answer!

(Y/N) smiled at the younger male who continuously made quite the show of staring at her. It would come as no surprise where he got the habit from, as the man sitting on the opposite couch didn’t do a much subtler job at gawking.

“You’re not as hot as big bro made you seem.” The kid drolled out bluntly before flopping onto the couch and pulling out a Nintendo switch.

“You rude little shit!” Hara exclaimed making his way into the room with a bottle of water. Just as quickly as the water was shoved into (Y/N)’s hand was the Switch pulled from the kid and held several feet over his head.

“Triggered much!? Gimme my stuff! Oww!” The kid stopped taunting as an older woman delivered a smack onto his head.

“Cut it out! Be nice to our lovely guest and don’t ruin this for your brother.” The woman hissed at her youngest son before smiling brightly at (Y/N). “Sorry my baby lacks some social graces much like I’m sure you’ve noticed with Kazuya.”

“Mooooother please.” The lavender haired male groaned before dropping the switch onto his little brother’s face and sitting next to (Y/N).

“I’m just teasing, sweetheart, she knows that. Do you need anything? Water, snacks, dinner?” The woman said being just a bit too generous and eager-sounding.

“No, that’s okay Kazu-chan just brought me a bottle.”

“Kazu-chan?” The woman smiled even wider, if that was possible and delivered little excited smacks onto her husband’s arm.

“Darling, I think you might be scaring the poor girl.”

“Says you, old man. You’ve been staring at her since she walked in the door.” Hara rolled his eyes, pulling the water bottle away from (Y/N)’s lips and taking a drink.

“Ahh my son is right! I apologize, my wife may be a little excited to meet a girlfriend of Kazuya’s. We are just not used to him bringing girls home.”

“Yea at least not ones that still have their clothes on.” His brother muttered quietly, sticking his tongue out at his brother death-glaring him.

“Dad, ma, I already told you she’s not my girlfriend just my team manager.”

“Sure bro, that why you never shut up about her?”

“Ight imma beat his ass.” Hara stood up quickly and the preteen curled in on himself. Attempting to diffuse the situation (Y/N) took quick notice of the t-shirt the kid was wearing.

“Hey cool shirt! Ochako is best girl, am I right?!”

The kid instantly unraveled himself and sat straight up.

“You like bnha?”

“Hell yeah, it’s so cool! Lemillion is everything.”

“Oh my god, did you see the new episode!?”

“Surprisingly, I haven’t started the latest season yet.”

“WHAT!? Well you have to watch it like right now!”

“Are you offering?”

“You’ll watch anime with me?” The kid now had a clear sparkle in his eyes as he jumped off the couch and pulled the girl up by the arm.

Hara rolled his eyes as his weeb brother ran off with his equally weeb friend. Turning to his parents he could see the questioning in their eyes. Clearly wanting to know why he was bringing home a pretty beaten up girl at nine pm to meet them.

“Look, you know how I mentioned having a female friend who was getting picked on? Well it’s gotten worse…much worse. She doesn’t feel okay going home right now and I didn’t want her to be alone. I offered for her to stay here.”

Both his mom and dad looked at him blankly. The silence in the room was heavy.

“I mean, please? Or is it okay if I stayed at a hotel with her?”

The older woman suddenly shook her head, looking shocked. She turned to her equally flabbergasted husband.

“Wait, honey, are you ASKING us?”

“Well yeah. So, can she stay here for a bit?”

“Of course she can.” His father responded still sounding a bit astonished.

“Thanks. I’m gonna take a shower.”

The two parents watched as their son made his way out of the room.

“I can’t believe Kazuya actually asked our permission for something.”

“Do you think it’s because of the girl? I think I like her already!”

“What if he screws it up?”

“Well…we still have two other single sons!”

~~~~~

“Hey my mom sent me in here to clear out a pest problem.” Hara said nonchalantly bursting into the guest bedroom.

(Y/N) jumped like a cat, startled by her friend’s abrupt entry.

“I could have been changing or something!”

“And? Come on, my eyesight is shit anyway.”

“Not the point! Besides what pest problem?”

Hara leaned against the wall and pulled open the nightstand to reveal a baby monitor. Talking into it he grew a shit eating grin.

“What exactly were you hoping to hear through this you little perv!?”

“Why don’t you mind your business you jerk!” A voice crackled through the monitor.

(Y/N) couldn’t help but chuckle just a bit as Hara flung the device out the window.

“You watched anime with that loser. That’s like third base in that kid’s eyes and you’re basically his girlfriend now.”

“I’m flattered but I don’t think I can travel to America from prison.”

The young girl tried to ignore the loud sigh that came from her friend. She knew that Hara was probably the one who disagreed the loudest with her decision to leave Japan. Flopping back onto the king size bed, (Y/N) wasn’t fazed when she felt Hara flop down beside her.

A comfortable silence washed over the two. It went on for so long that (Y/N) was almost sure that she was seconds away from falling asleep. That’s why when Hara finally spoke, she easily chucked it up as her dreaming or hearing things.

“(Y/N)?”

“Hmm?”

“If I told you I loved you…would you stay?”

“If you told me you loved me would you even mean it?”

“When have I ever shown myself to be someone who doesn’t say what they mean?”

(Y/N) finally opened her eyes and turned her head. Instantly she was swept into the whirl-wind of Hara’s fantasy eyes. There was no playfulness in his face nor hidden joke. She waited for a punchline that never came.

“Love is a strong word. Not even any of the other guys used that word.”

“Because none of the other guys have enough experience to identify. And even those who do are too stubborn to admit it.”

“And you’re not stubborn?”

“I am. But right now all my stubbornness is focused on convincing you not to leave. Please? I’d take care of you. I wouldn’t let Mei, or your mother or grandfather so much as look at you if you didn’t want them to.”

“But you know my plans.”

“And you can accomplish them here. I would help and I’m sure my parents would literally bend over backwards to give you anything they could. Don’t you worry about leaving us? Worry that you’d miss us? Miss me?”

“Of course. But it wouldn’t be forever…I just don’t know for how long it would be. But wow ‘love’ really?”

“Yeah seriously. I’ve had more flings than I can count and a good number of girlfriends to boot. I know what infatuation feels like. I know what sexual desire feels like. Attraction, crushes, curiosity. I’ve felt all that before, but I never felt this one. I’d say the only thing left is love. Of course not that it means anything with you leaving.”

“It doesn’t mean nothing.”

“Don’t give me that shit. Do I seem like the type of guy to promise to wait for you however long it takes?”

“Do I seem like the type of girl who would expect you to?”

The silence came again this time feeling only a bit awkward.

“I mean of course I’d fuck other girls while you were away. But uhh in terms of love…. A shitty guy like me? I wouldn’t have such great karma, to meet another girl. So I suppose no matter when you’d come back…”

His voice trailed off and (Y/N) smiled at the thought of what he was trying to say. Feeling more comfortable than she had in days, the girl let her eyes close heavily and drifted to sleep.

~~~~~

“She doesn’t wanna fucking see you and you have about one second to get the hell out of this gym before I turn you inside out.”

Hara and (Y/N) looked at each other, hearing Yamazaki’s voice boom from outside the gym. She knew deep down what to expect and had come to terms that she would have to face everything head on before leaving.

Filling her lungs with air, (Y/N) pushed open the door and was met with not just Ryo, but the entire Touou basketball team.

Her ex looked like shit and maybe she was wrong for saying that she couldn’t bring herself to feel bad for him right now. Before she could even open her mouth to get a word out, Momoi was speaking up.

“Please (Y/N), you really need to give Ryo a chance and listen to what he has to say!”

“Huh you know I am really just tired of people telling me what I ‘have’ to do. But let’s say I’m willing to talk to ANY of you, what is there to say? Or actually should I get Mei in here, so you don’t have to rehash anything to her?” (Y/N) sarcastically retorted.

“That’s not how it even happened! If you would let him explain you would understand that he wasn’t trying to tell that girl, he was talking to us and she overheard.” Wakamatsu called out loudly and almost accusingly, causing (Y/N) to scoff.

“And if you would remove your head from that far up your ass you would understand how that only makes it worse. I’d give less of a shit how someone talks about me to my enemies then how they talk about me to my friends.” The young woman finally turned to eye up her ex. “What did I ever do to you for you to go and tell them the most personal thing that was between us?”

“I was angry and…you moved on so fas-”

“Fast? You think that was fast? You think months of me feeling like shit, of wondering where I went wrong, of thinking maybe I made the mistake…isn’t enough? How long was I supposed to hate my life for you to feel better about yourself?”

“You know that’s not what I meant. You chose strangers over me, how was I supposed to feel about that?”

“NO! I was never going to choose. YOU made me choose. I wanted to be a part of a team again but I wanted you too. You didn’t let me have both. Don’t resent me when you turned yourself into an option.”

“I was worried about you! All of us were, don’t you get that? You had a tough enough time at Too and knowing your personal situation, we didn’t know how things were going to go for you at some rich kid school. The you go and befriend literally the only people we warned you about…It’s like you do it on purpose!

“Do what on purpose?”

“Cause problems for yourself! Then I hear you were attacked last night when even Aomine has told you to stay away from Haizaki and instead of just being quiet you have to always instigate. It’s like every bad thing that happens to you is becau-”

“You need to stop talking.” A gruff voice came from behind the smaller male.

(Y/N) was shaking with anger and tears at this point but forced her glare away from Ryo to look at Aomine.

“You came because you wanted to apologize but all that’s come out of your mouth is bullshit.”

“Sakurai, regardless of what you think I didn’t choose a lot of this. I didn’t ask to be born into a manipulative and abusive family, I didn’t ask to be born at all. I didn’t ask for Haizaki to attack me or any of the guys that have in the past. And I definitely didn’t ask for you to come here an insult me and my team. When you’re ready to actually apologize I’ll be willing to listen. Until then get out of my face.”

Sakurai looked like he wanted to burst into tears, but he blinked his eyes harshly. Nodding gently he took a deep breath.

“I still love you, you know. And I don’t know why I can say it all the time but had a hard time right now…I really am sorry more than you probably believe. I was so busy on trying to get the chance to talk to you at all that I didn’t think about what I was going to say. I’ll get it right next time, I promise.”

“Now that you got your chance to give your sob story, you can go.” Hanamiya waved off the entire team before turning around and walking into the locker room.

With nothing left to say each team turned and walked off, one side out of the gym and the other following their captain. Only two remained under the net.

“Thanks for calling Sakurai out on his shit.” (Y/N) smiled softly at Aomine who didn’t have a readable expression.

“It was annoying me plus I didn’t even want to be here.”

“How did they manage to convince you?”

“Told me it was a scrimmage. I’d be willing to play anyone who managed to piss off Tetsuya.”

“Sorry to disappoint.”

“I have a question though.”

“Shoot.”

“You’ve fucked all of them right?”

“Aomine! How could you ask me that!? I thought you were on my side!”

“Calm down. I didn’t know there was a side to pick here. But you were the one who always hassled me with anime facts I didn’t want. And if anything stuck in my head it was big tiddy 2d girls and ”

“Harem.” Both said at the same time.

“We both said we weren’t pulling any weak bullshit if we ever found ourselves in the center of a harem. We were gonna use harem privileges to get laid. So, come on tell me some numbers. No details! I just want a body count. All five?”

(Y/N) face grew red as she remembered all the times, she sat on the sidelines watching her boyfriend play basketball and rambled off to his less than participating teammate. To be fair she always assumed Aomine was asleep unless they started talking ecchi.

“NO!”

“No you won’t tell me or not all of them? At least 3?”

“Look if it was any more than one, these guys would have ‘School Days’-ed my ass by now.”

“I have no idea what the anime reference is but I can get the subtext that you did cash in your protagonist card once.” Aomine had a smirk on his face as he continued to tease his old teammate.

The girl felt her face burn red but nodded her head in agreement.

“Do they know you still love Ryo?” (Y/N)’s head shot up which made Aomine let out a cross between a scoff and a chuckle. “Even if you do love one of these assholes, even if its not the one you totally banged…you love Ryo too. Word of advice: don’t give up anyone you can’t imagine NOT being in your life 3 years down the road. Cutting ties with someone sometimes doesn’t have regret that hits you until you see them tied to someone else.”

“Sounds like that’s coming from experience.”

“Does it? Well even more of a reason to hear me out. I would say I’d see you around but something tells me I won’t…that right?”

(Y/N) nodded at her surprisingly perceptive friend.

“Good luck then.”

“So, is it really true then?” A soft voice rang from behind the girl as the tan male closed the door to the gym. (Y/N) didn’t have to turn to know it was Yamazaki.

“That I still love Ryo? Well-”

“No, not that. We all know you do, I don’t think you’ve ever gone a week without talking about him. That’s the reason none of us have actually kicked his ass, y’know? I meant is it true that you love someone from this team?”

(Y/N) turned around and for the first time in a while she made complete eye contact with the ginger haired male.

“Yeah…at least I thought I did.”

“You thought?”

“Seems pretty horrible to love anyone if I’m not completely over my ex, doesn't it?”

…

“That wasn’t a jab at you, Zaki.”

“No, that okay. There’s nothing you could say to me that I don’t deserve at this point. Not that I’m trying to throw myself a pity party or make you feel guilty for me feeling guilty or…ugh why is it so hard to talk to you!?”

“You think I’m hard to talk to?”

“I didn’t mean it in a bad way or anything! I just mea-”

(Y/N) took a step closer to her friend and attempted to shift a piece of hair behind her ears only for Yamazaki to take a microstep back. Her eyes scrutinized him more before tucking the hair away.

“Mei hasn’t been kind to you ever, has she?”

“Why did you bring her up?”

“You flinched away from me right now.”

“No I didn’t!” His voice practically boomed before he seemed to realize the volume.

“I know we’ve always just talked about her as your bitch ex and joked about how crazy she was. We only took her seriously when she came after me…but she’s been awful to you for a long time, right? Emotionally, verbally…physically?”

Yamazaki’s eyes went almost as dead as Furuhashi’s. He didn’t like what she was implying, that he was some kind of victim. He especially didn’t like hearing that shit from her. She was the one who was abused, in every way a person can be.

So what if his girlfriend said things that hurt his feelings sometimes?

Was someone supposed to feel sorry for him because she screamed at him for little things in public, in front of his friends?

What right did he have to get sympathy for his 5 foot nothing girlfriend slapping him now and again?

His thoughts were cut off when he simultaneously felt a tear run from one of his eyes and felt (Y/N) wrap her arms around his waist to embrace him.

“I’m so sorry that we, your friends, didn’t notice. And even when we did…all we did was joke about your crazy ex instead of helping you. We heard her yell and threaten you…abuse you. We would hear all her manipulation and the guys heard more than I ever did. I’m sorry we didn’t stop her from hurting you too.”

“Don’t apologize to me! I don’t deserve it! Abuse or not, it doesn’t excuse any of the choices I made!”

“No, it doesn’t. But that doesn’t mean you retroactively deserve any of what she put you through. You apologized to me and I can’t forget what happened, but I forgive you.”

“I never meant to hurt you! I was just jealous because I barely had a chance to start with and then to think that you had all this experience and I only had Mei. I didn’t know how anyone besides her could ever see anything in me and it seemed like everything was working against me. And I know I don’t act like it but…I love you (Y/N)!”

A loud throat clearing drew the attention of both teens. The rest of the team had emerged from the lockeroom, all clearly having heard the confession. (Y/N) turned and smiled at the guys widely.

“Ready to play?”

“No.” Seto said firmly. “We can’t put it off anymore. I think it goes without saying that everyone in this room is aware of their feelings for you. I don’t think any of us will fight each other over you.”

“Shit I’ll take any of you right here right now.” Hara scoffed.

“BUT…I do think we deserve an answer.”

(Y/N) looked between all the faces of her team before taking in a deep breath.

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A knock at the door had the girl jumping from her skin. Shoving her suitcase under her bed, (Y/N) quickly walked to the entrance of her guest house and opened the door slowly.

She was expecting her mother or grandfather. Hell, she was even expecting one of the guys.

Ryo, instead, stood in her doorway trembling slightly. As quickly as she opened the door, the boy gave a deep bow.

“I’m so sorry! For everything…I have a lot I want to say. That is…if you’ll give me the chance to say it.”

(Y/N) looked between her ex and her room where the packing still needed to be done. Opening the door widely, she waved him inside.

(Author’s Note: Talking about Yamazaki being abused is NOT supposed to be a plot element I pulled out my ass to get him back in everyone’s good graces. I have always written Mei with the intent that she be read as an abusive girlfriend because she IS.

Take care of your male friends too, never assume they are okay just because they are bigger or louder or stronger. His backstory is NOT his redemption, his actions for this chapter and the last are him working his way there. His backstory just gives us some insight on his character and why he does some of the things he does.)

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studiopoprocks · 5 years

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Fluff alphabet with Hawks??? Yes please

Hawks/Keigo Takami Fluff Alphabet

*in adudible screatching* Hawks/Keigo Takami is probably my favourite character in the whole BNHA universe!🧡❤️🧡❤️

A - Affection (How do they show how much they care in their day to day lives)

Hawks would say that he’s really into extacagent things, like adventurous anniversaries, and getting you the same number of roses at the age you are for your birthday. But that’s cuz he doesn’t realize how amazing he is in everyday life. He thinks about you constantly, which always leads to a text on your well being of some sort. Sometimes he’ll even fly over to your work during his break just to see you. On the off chance he has a day off without you, he’ll bring you lunch, then follow you throughout work like a lost chicken puppy.

B - Before (How did they act before the relationship/ what was the relationship like?)

Hawks had always been a tease, so he flirted left right and center. Unknowingly to you, he had stopped flirting with everyone else except you. He seemed the exact same from when you were kids, but when a coworker pointed it out that’s when you started up. It was only competitive flirting until you two started dating. Afterwards it seemed like all his flirting turned into normal compliments, and went so much deeper then his old ones.

C - Comfort (How they act when their S/O is sad)

You try your best to be strong around hawks, he’s dealing with so much that you don’t want to be a burndon. So the first time he notices your sad, it’s a big shock. ‘Hey, don’t cry’ he’s so quite that you’d bearly noticed him come in. He’d just hug you, burring your head in his chest as he uses his wings to rub your back. He won’t pressure you to talk, mostly because his mind is racing, trying to figure out what happened. The next few days, he’s so lovely dovy just because he wants you to having something good in everyday.

D - Dawn (What are mornings like?)

You tend to wake up in a curtain of wings. It’s definitely your favourite way to start off the day, as you lazily brush your fingers through the red feathers. They are surprisingly warm, so you usually have to manoeuvre the blankets off of you somehow. By this point Hawks would already be awake, but he’d pretend to be asleep so you two could keep cuddling. Then you both need to rush out of bed, because you spent too much time laying there instead of getting ready. Just like every other day

E - Embarrassed (How does their S/O make them flustered? How do they return the favour?)

You’d bet money that Hawks goal in life was to embarrass you. He especially likes to do it when you’re not expecting it, like last month at the hero gala: He introduced you as his ‘love dove’ to everyone, then proceeded to comment on how cute your red face was. However, you were the one laughing when you pretended to whisper, and instead kissed him right infront of Endeavor.

F - First date (Were did you go and what did you do for your first date together)

Your first date was more like a competition. ‘Aww did ya miss me?’ ‘You wish. You’re the clingly one Hawks.’ ‘Sureeee, if I was your boyfriend, you’d have a hard time staying away.’ ‘I’d be a way better girlfriend then you!’ ‘Wanna bet?’ ‘Oh it’s on bird brain’ and this you too spent the next couple hours doing super classic dates. Going for coffee, a horror movie, and going out to eat afterwards. Needless to say, you both won.

G - Gentle (How Gentle are they with their S/O? Or do they like to rough house with them?)

Hawks won’t hurt you, but he won’t treat you like you’re made of glass either. Most of the time, he’s very soft with you, aside from the rougher kisses. However he’s developing this evil thing where he’ll throw you up in the air as your flying with him. It’s never for too long, but you screamed so loud that another pro came to check up on you too.

H - Habit (What do they repeatally do in the relationship?)

We all know Kei’s wings are strong. But Hawks has this habit of wrapping his wings around you, and not letting you go. So being unable to deal with the strength of his wings, you’re kinda stuck. The worst is when he’ll fall asleep like that, and you’re in desperate need to use the washroom or something, and you. Can’t. Move. You’ve talked to him about it before, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy the hugs.

I - Intreating (What do they find fascinating about their S/O? And vise versa?)

He loves how interested you always are. As curious as a kitten he likes to say, before caving and telling you all about his day. For some reason you find his day facingating, and just how he lives his life. Hawks never understood it, but he loves the way you listen so intently to his stories, and give your own opinions. Especially on your borderline conspiracy theories on the LOV.

J - Jealousy (How easily do they get jealous, and how do they deal with it)

Honestly Hawks doesn’t get jealous, he fully trusts you and he doesn’t want to be an overbearing boyfriend. He does however, get self conscious when you seem to be enjoying another mans company. So expect him to give you his famous hug from behind, and quite a bit more attention then usual. He’ll talk very politely with you and the other guy, he just wants to be in the picture, beside you.

K - Knick Knack (A random momento they still have from their S/O)

You had found a cute pair of bird earrings, that sat ontop of a little red heart. You had to buy them right away! But instead of wearing them like you were supposed to, you turned them into little pins. It was simple, you just replaced the backs. Hawks almost cried when you game him one. He called it you, and you had him. You never see him wearing it, but he keeps it in his pocket, pinned to the back as to never loose it.

L - Location (Favourite place to go on dates)

Anywhere high up, duh. It’s nice and relaxing, and neither of you have to deal with fans. 9 out of 10 dates you’re above the clouds at some point. The other ones are you two going out to KFC, or anywhere with gooood chicken. But by far his favourite dates, is going to this family run chicken place, then heading on top of his agency’s building, and having a picnic while looking at the clouds.

M - Movie (What cliché movie trope has actually happened in the relationship?)

Childhood friends to lovers. Keigo and you were kinda friends when you were little, he liked to tease you a lot, but he never took it too far. But like all cliches, you two had been split up around the beginning of middle school, and only reunited once he was the number 2 hero. You could tell right away that it was him, because the first thing once he saw you was a flirtatious joke.

N - Nickname (What do they call their S/O?)

What He calls his S/O:

‘Love Dove’

‘Chicky poo’ What can I say, he loves his bird puns

‘Cutie’ likes to use this one in interviews

What his S/O calls him:

‘Kei’ confuses everyone because not many people know his name

‘Undercooked chicken nugget’ this comes up a lot more often then you’d realize.

‘Loveable goof’

O - On Cloud Nine (How they act when they are in love/ Is it obvious to everyone around them?)

This boy wears his heart on his sleeve. Of course at the beginning of your relationship, he had to act as though you two barely every talk. However there were many people who speculated you two because of how so dam obvious he was. He won’t realize how close he is, or how long he’ll be staring for, but once you mention it he goes stone cold. It’s kinda scary how quickly he can hid his feelings.

P - PDA (Do they like showing off their s/o, or are a little shy to kiss in public)

Your relationship had to be under wraps, as much as it broke Kei’s heart. If he could tell the whole world, he would. You both however, do end up going public after one of his fans starts bad mouthing you, and he shuts them up by kissing you right infront of everyone. Now he’ll talk about you any chance he gets, especially in interviews.

Q - Quirk (A random ability they have, that’s helpful in a relationship)

Due to his goofy nature, he can always make you smile. Of course if you want him to, he’ll listen to your problems with open ears. However sometimes you’re just in a funk, and he’s the guy to bring you out of it. From puns, to tickling, to complimenting you, nothing is off the table. He hates seeing you sad, but being the thing that makes you smile always warms his heart.

R - Rearly (Something they love to do, but it doesn’t happen often)

Absolute favourite thing in the world is when you preen his feathers for him. It basically feels like a more intimate massage, and is probably the most relaxed he will ever be. You always cover every inch, making sure every feather is cared for and properly in place. Sadly it takes so long, and really tires your arms out. So Hawks only gets this special treat on holidays or if he’s had a particularly rough day.

S - Special (Something that only them and their S/O do together)

Late night flights. When ever one of you needs a break, you dress in comfy cloths and jump out at window. Hawks will fly you above the clouds, and casually fly as you two talk together about whatever is on your mind. Anything from heart felt conversations, to jokes, to full out make out session. It’s a special thing you do for eachother, that high up in the clouds, there are no distractions, and no stress, only eachother.

T - Together (How often do they spend time with their S/O?)

Even through so much of his time is taken up by hero work, or dealing with the LOV, he still somehow manages to make lots of time for you. It’s likely because he skips out on a lot of his hero duties, or Dabi doesn’t want to listen to the boy rant about how he misses you. It’s actually really sweet that he makes sure to spend at least a little bit of time everyday with you.

U - United (In which way does the relationship become a whole? Marriage?)

Hawks likes to put up a front, he has to for the public. In the beginning of your relationship, he found he was even doing that with you. You knew something was up, and just wanted him to come to you in his time of need. It will be hard, but once he knows you genuinely love him, flaws and all, you’re relationship will sky rocket. He won’t keep any secrets, and will never put up a front for you, you could see through that anyways.

V - Value (What do they treasure the most in their relationship?)

Definitely the Truth and Honesty. He’s finally found someone who he can be 100% himself with, without the fear of being judged or ridiculed. Around you he can lower his guard, and the walls built around his heart. He honestly never thought he’d find someone like you, but now that he has, hell amber let you go.

W - Wish (What do they hope will come from the relationship?)

Keigo just wants a happy life with you. He wants to grow old, and not have to deal with the stress of hero work. He’s had to prioritize all of the world, but honesty he doesn’t want that weight, if he could choose, he wants to prioritize your relationship. He’s dreamt of being one of those old couples who still go on coffee shop dates, and brings flowers for eachother. But for now, he just has to wish.

X - XOXO (Favourite types of kisses and hugs)

Hawks adores hugging you from behind, while his wing encase you together. It makes him feel like he’s protecting you, and that you’ll never disappear. This position also traps you in his assault on your face. He’ll kiss any part of your face as long as it’s in his reach. Forehead, cheek, nose, mouth, he loves them all. He’s such a goof.

Y - Yearning (How do they cope when they're missing their partner?)

With how busy Hawks is, he takes being away from you very well. It’s almost to the point where you feel like he doesn’t care that much. However all those negative thoughts melt away the second you step foot into your shared apartment. No matter how many times you’ve told him not to fly in the house, he always zips right to you. Picking you up and half cuddling you, half flying you to a comfortable spot.

Z - Zeal (Will they go great lengths for the sake of the relationship? What kind?)

Like I said, he wants to grow old with you. He’s even physically told you that he’ll live for you, and keep doing his best for you both. Of course he’s lazy and if you ask him to get you a drink when your closer, no way. But if you asked him get you something when you’re actually upset, or in pain in some way, he will fly anywhere in the world at a drop of the hat.

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indeciseicelady · 4 years

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Into the deeps (Siren!Shinsou x Reader) Ch. Two)

Warnings: Cursing; Nsfw later; I don’t know, maybe some deaths; Im still planning; Help.

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As you run out of land things to do, you went after the water things, since you weren't feeling stalked anymore.

Diving spots, boat trips, other tiny islands to visit, canoeing, places to see whales and dolphins, swim with sharks, even if this last one sound a little scary, as a scientist you were very excited for all of this, see new things always make your eyes sparkles.

So your first choice was going on a boat trip to see the dolphins, so you woke up early and went to the address on the advertisement, filled the forms, get on the boat, and waited to leave, you give a quick look around the people.

There were mostly couples of elderly people, a group of four guys and a very loud girl who just wouldn't stop screaming, three of the guys looked kinda of annoyed by her, so you imagine that those four guys are friends, but one of them decide to bring the girlfriend to what was supposed to be a friends trip and now none of them are enjoying it, you let a quiet laugh out;

Also have this really cute family with three small kids, one of them was a boy about eight or nine years, and he just wouldn't let go of the hands of his two little sisters, that looked like they were three or four years, there was just too cute, making you smile while remember about the family trips you used to have with your mom and older brother.

But sadly, with the good memories come the bad ones and you remember the sad end, your brother is a drug addict that avoided seeing you since the death of your mother from chagas disease a couple of years ago “its sad how some things turn out” you mumble to yourself, as you always do, and as always, no one hear you.

One of the guys that work on the boat call everyone attention as he gave a fast instruction on safety procedures and teach how to put on the life jacket, and then we left the docks to the open sea and the place where they said the dolphins would be; you put on your headphones, since the moment the boat started moving one of the kids started crying and it was a little annoying.

After a while you start to feel that something is staring you again, and that is a little scary, since you are in a boat moving to the middle of nowhere, a little panic settles in your chest and you don't know if you should get close of the edge and look for something in the water or just stays as far from it as possible.

You suddenly feel something touching your shoulder and give a small scream on a jump away attempt, maybe you would fall from the boat if you were closer to the edge, looking back to the side and notice that was one of the boat guys, he was trying to get your attention, and then you notice that you still didn't take your headphones off.

-Yes?- you ask on a shy tone, taking the headphones off, still calming down from the shock.

-Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you- said the guy giving you a nervous laugh — Its just that you need to sign this form if you want to get on the water- he said reaching you a pen and clipboard with a paper on it, you look at him, a little lost on what he was referring to, and he probably notices since he keeps explaining –To swim with the dolphins, its, hnn, like an insurance-

-Oh- you said, looking away from him and back again –I don't think I'm going into the water, I'm not a good swimmer- you explained with a shy smile and hugging yourself, trying to hide how nervous you were, and he smiles back at you and touching the life jacket as saying that was safe.

-If you change your mind, call me, ok? My name is Yuki- He keeps smiling at you as he said and you just nod in agreement, and he walks away.

You keep yourself away from the edge as the boat move, but after a while it arrives at the point where the dolphins are supposed to appear; you get close to the edge and hold it like you were holding for life, your heart beating faster than it probably should, your eyes run through the water, looking for something, anything that doesn't fit on those moving deeps, but you don't find anything, and you couldn't stop the feeling that it was even worse than seeing something, “what am I scared of?” you think to yourself.

Hearing the captain calling, you get closer while he, again, explain something, but you don't mind hearing it, there was a tension over your body, you could hear the words but you aren't listening at all, you see fish being thrown in the water, and the people were excited waiting for the dolphins to appear, but you are bothered by the smell, the felling that something could happen at any second, so you walk away from the group to the other side of the ship.

Holding the border again, trying to control your breath with the same exercises you use when anxious, but oh, you just couldn't make yourself calm at that point, closing your eyes, you try to count to ten, you heard the shrill noise the dolphins do from behind you, on the other side of the boat, you try to ignore it, you just needed to calm down a bit, so you tried to focus on good things, calming, peaceful things, like kittens, flowers, butterflies and chocolate, and you could finally feel your heart slowly going back to his normal beat.

After a couple of minutes you were finally calm, opening your eyes and seeing the ocean, and on it, two shine lights, you blink hard, there were two purple shining eyes, looking right at you from the deeps, your blood runs cold, you want to scream, run, call anyone, but you couldn't move, your grip ate the border is so hard your hand hurt, you couldn't move at all, you are completely paralyzed and those eyes are getting closer and closer but you couldn't see anything besides them, making you wonder how deep it was, all the cells in your body screaming for you to run, move, do anything but you couldn't, there was a cry being hold on your throat, you could feel every beat of your heart in your chest and was faster than it had ever being and then again, on a blink of eyes, they disappeared.

You feel a hand on a shoulder and scream, a terrified scream and you move your body against it and almost fell from the boat, if that hand didn't hardly grab at your life jacket and pull you back, it was yuki’s hand, and as he holds you, now by the arm, you felt like your body weighed tons and your legs went weak, and if he wasn't holding, you certainly would fall, so he tried to put you down slowly.

-The-there is som-something on the-the water a-and wa-was staring it was s-s-staring at me- your brain panics, you cried out those words like they were stuck and didn't want to be said, the boy was looking at you confuse, but he went to the edge anyway, the people who were on the other side came around to see what was happening, but you didn't care what they were whispering between them.

-There is nothing on the water- Yuki said as he come back to your side, you saw it and you could feel it too, like it was still there, following you, Yuki put one hand on your shoulder and the other on your forehead –You are freezing- he takes off his work jacket and land it on you -Here- he said and pick you up, taking you to the cabin, you hear the captain telling one of the boat guys to get the people out of the water, and then he follows right after, Yuki sit you on the small sofa and give you a bottle of water, you only noticed how much you were shaking when you take it in your hands and almost drop it.

-Its there, I don't know what it is but it follows me and has purple eyes- you said silently, still shaking, looking at the bottle, you could see it vividly, like those eyes were stamped with fire on your mind and ice on your body.

-Its a ghost- the old man said — You know, there was an old tale about the waters that surround our lovely island, my father told me when I was a kid, and his father told him, who heard from his father before that- the captain continues and laugh, he takes the bottle from your hand, open it and gives back to you and laugh again –Those waters have the ghost of those who died on it, the first men to step on this white clean sand used to said that this is a sea of ghosts, some of them had seen shining eyes on magic colors, they heard voices calling them until the water, and those who follows it, if come back, were never the same, they believed that it was because a drowned soul enters on the body of the living and baffles their minds- as the captain finish his story, Yuki had already left that place, and you weren't sure if that man should be the one leading that ship.

-But…- you started, not sure about what you were saying anymore, but it was scratching your brain since the moment he said –If they were the first men in here... The ghosts who died in here... that-that doesn't make sense, if didn't have people here, before those men, how would it be ghosts from people that died here?- You were confused, and the captain was laughing, you didn't understand, what was so funny? Was that man crazy? Was he making fun of you?-no one lived here before they arrive, how its possible that people died here if there were nobody here?-

-Its just an old tale, kid, don't cling to details, don’t you think that if that was true someone would have notice?- The man laughs again and takes the empty bottle of your hands, you didn't even remember drinking it

-But I saw it, sir, I can literally feel on my body that is something on the water, something that stares at me, that follows and watch me as I walk on the beach I-I- Where are you going?!- You see the man getting up and leading to the door, not listen to what you have to say.

Now alone in the cabin, protected from those eyes, your mind was at a hundred percent, but not really, it was more for eighty percent, since you were still scared, but at least you were in control of your body and mind, putting aside the shaking, you feel the boat moving again, good thing that you were going home, and when you get home, oh, those eyes are going to regret messing with a scientist.

And said and done, the second the boat stops and you put your feet on the worn wood you make your way home walking by the beach, trying to ignore the feelings of being followed and avoiding look to the water.

You got home and went straight to your notebook the first thing you do is google “shining eyes on water” and nothing, and then “ghosts on the ocean” and you were suddenly looking at pages of ocean Animals dying, and even that you do care about it, that wasn't what you were look for, after trying a few more research, you give it up, you just didn't find anything about “ghost eyes” as you named it, so you decide to take a shower and sleep, you would have to start this research from the zero, but that was okay, it is not the first time you do it.

#Shinsou Hitoshi #Shinso Hitoshi #BNHA #MHA #Shinsou x Reader #Shinso x Reader #Siren!Shinsou #Siren!Shinso

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seonghwa-things · 4 years

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Just A Party

This is part 3! Part 1 | Part 2

Warnings: kinda angsty, like one swear

“It’s just a party. Don’t worry too much about it.”

De Jun looked over at his roommate. “It’s not that simple, Sicheng.”

He thought his friend had it easy - Sicheng was tall and thin. Everything fit him perfectly. He didn’t have to try to look good.

And his ex wasn’t attending the party.

“Are you seriously still hung up on that?” Sicheng sighed, stepping toward De Jun and fixing his collar. “Tonight’s about Kun, yeah?”

“Yeah. I’ll just be a couple minutes,” he said, turning to his mirror.

“I’ll go start the car.”

De Jun nodded, running his fingers through his years. After four years, Kun had successfully earned his degree. And after four years, De Jun still yearned for Yang Yang. Stupid.

Tonight was about Kun, and De Jun was determined for it to stay that way.

***

As he stepped into the house, De Jun was overwhelmed. Lights flashed, music boomed, and the smell of alcohol tainted the air. You know, the usual. Unusual though, was some kid hanging upside down off the stairs, and a dude dressed as Santa (it was April).

Sicheng disappeared quickly into the crowd, leaving De Jun alone in the doorway.

“Damn it,” he muttered.

Glancing around the room, he figured out the quickest route to the kitchen. One that included the least amount of people.

The kitchen was empty as he entered it, most people socializing in the living room. De Jun poured himself a glass of water, not being much of a drinker himself. He usually avoided parties.

“Since when does Kun have so many friends?” he sighed, leaning against the counter. He didn’t understand how people could be so social. In the last four years, De Jun had had a couple close friends (Sicheng and Yukhei), and some acquaintances (Kun and Guanheng). Even then, he only saw Yukhei every couple weeks, and Sicheng more often, but just because they lived together. His mother had told him that growing distant was just a part of growing up. It was starting to seem like she was right.

De Jun wondered if he should join the crowd, if anyone (besides Sicheng) even knew he was here. He supposed he should at least congratulate Kun before he left.

So he walked out of the kitchen, immediately running into someone. He was thankful that it was Yukhei. They exchanged quick greetings, and Yukhei lead De Jun to the room that Kun was in.

“Is he here yet?” De Jun asked Yukhei, as quietly as he could while still being heard over the music.

Yukhei shook his head. “They’re coming in about an hour if you wanna socialise and get out before then.”

“Thanks,” De Jun smiled. Yukhei and Sicheng were opposites regarding De Jun’s feelings. Yukhei respected his emotions, while Sicheng often told him to get over it. De Jun appreciated both.

It wasn’t like De Jun hadn’t seen Yang Yang in a long time - they’d hung out as a group just last week. He was just never prepared.

Some nights were better than others, and De Jun was able to handle it. Sometimes it was like he’d never liked Yang Yang in the first place. And then he’d be alone, and his mind would wander.

He thought he was stupid for having this crush for so long, especially when he’d been treated so poorly. But he’d never gone more than two weeks without seeing Yang Yang, so he’d not really had the chance to get over it.

De Jun shook his head clear, and made his way over to Kun, giving him a hug, and a congratulations. He sat nearby for a while, listening in on the conversations. He learnt quickly that: Kun was moving away to go to grad school, Guanheng had a girlfriend, and that Yukhei was getting a dog. Apparently he’d missed a lot.

Missing things was all he seemed to do now.

***

Yang Yang and Ten arrived separately.

Ten arrived quarter past nine, already drunk. He greeted everyone but De Jun. They hadn’t been on good terms for a long time. De Jun wasn’t phased by it. Ten was barely civil sober.

Yang Yang didn’t show up until almost eleven. And seemingly without a drop of alcohol in his system. He was quieter than normal, but De Jun was certain he had some sort of reason. Maybe he didn’t want to outshine Kun tonight.

De Jun watched Yang Yang’s mood brighten as he started interacting with others. Somehow Yang Yang got along with everyone, stranger and friend alike. De Jun wished he could be like that.

Letting Yang Yang take over the bulk of the conversation, De Jun sunk back into his chair, wondering if he should get himself ready to go. As the night progressed, Yang Yang and Ten would likely fill the room with PDA, and De Jun definitely wasn’t in the mood to see that.

He let himself fall farther into his chair as Yang Yang sat on the arm of it. De Jun was almost certain Yang Yang hadn’t even processed that he was sitting there (the boy was so wrapped up in his story), but he didn’t want to engage in a conversation. Not tonight.

Yang Yang sitting on the arm of the chair quickly turned into Yang Yang squishing himself beside De Jun in the seat. De Jun hadn’t even been acknowledged yet, but he was practically being sat on.

“Dude...seriously?” he finally spoke up, earning Yang Yang’s attention.

“What?” Yang Yang started. “Oh shit, uh, sorry,” he said, clearly noticing their proximity. “I can move, there just aren’t exactly a lot of seats. I didn’t mean to like, fall onto you.”

“It’s okay. I was gonna go get some air anyway.” De Jun removed himself from the situation, finding his way onto Kun’s back porch.

He slumped against the railing, taking a deep breath. The air was refreshing, and didn’t taste of stale liquor. He was thankful for that. The music was slightly muffled behind the closed door, and for a moment, he felt like he could think clearly.

Was Yang Yang actually unaware of who was sitting in that seat? Or was he trying to push it? Maybe he thought that they were closer than De Jun felt them to be.

De Jun tesnsed when he heard the door open, but kept himself facing the trees in the backyard. It was probably just someone coming out for a smoke.

“Jun..?”

De Jun spun around. Yang Yang was standing barely two steps away from him.

“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable,” Yang Yang continued. “I thought we were, well, closer now, and that me trying to act a little more casual around you would be okay.”

Nodding, De Jun tried to find his words. “No, it’s fine, I just..” he paused. “You took me by surprise is all. Didn’t think that was something that Ten would be okay with.”

Yang Yang’s face morphed into one of confusion. “Why would Ten care?”

“Well aren’t you guys-’

“We broke up like a month ago.”

“Oh.” De Jun froze. Yang Yang and Ten had still been pretty close when they hung out last week. “What happened?”

“He’s moving across the country. I’m not good with distance,” Yang Yang shrugged. “I wanted to tell you first, but I felt like you wouldn’t want to hear it," he hesitated over his next choice of words. "Why don’t we talk anymore?”

De Jun grimaced. “Because Ten told you I was changing you.”

“I guess I was pretty blindsided.”

Yang Yang laughed awkwardly, running his hands through his hair. De Jun couldn’t take his eyes off him.

They stood in silence for longer than De Jun would’ve liked.

“I’m gonna go back inside,” De Jun started.

Yang Yang quickly grabbed his wrist. “Stay. I-” he fumbled. “Can we start over?”

De Jun hesitated, but found a smile growing onto his face. “Yeah. I’d like that.”

#xiaoyang #xiaojun #yangyang #ten #winwin #hendery #lucas #kun #kpop #nct #wayv #fanfic #my writing #prose

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 5 years

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Empty Space

Summary: The reader meets Jensen on the street after a near accident and the pair end up becoming best friends. After she goes through a bad breakup though, they start to find their own relationship might be on the rocks too...

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Word Count: 8,300ish

Warnings: language, cheating (not Jensen), angst, fluff

“Thank you so much!” you said, clutching your coffee to your chest.

“No problem, Y/N,” he said with a laugh. You didn’t care at all how hard you were blushing as you turned and walked away. You’d just gotten a picture with Ryan freaking Reynolds, in Starbucks, and apparently you wore the same coat as his wife and he’d thought you were her from behind which was amazing in itself for your confidence and-

“Hey!” was shouted directly in your right ear, a hand grabbing your arm so hard you swore it’d bruised instantly. You felt a surge of panic at someone grabbing you, even though it was only four in the afternoon, the sun still out, people around on the city streets. You stumbled as you were dragged back into a chest and then a few more feet, your boots catching on the sidewalk, your coffee all over the ground. You turned around with wide eyes, finding a slightly pissed but concerned man with green ones staring back. “Don’t be walking straight into traffic.”

“What…” you trailed off, eyes ahead, the crosswalk light red, traffic moving quickly through the city street. You’d been so wrapped up in your own head you hadn’t even looked, hadn’t even peeled your eyes up from the ground. You glanced back up at him, spotting he was the only one standing at that intersection, his eyes less angry now. “T-Thanks.”

“Be more careful,” he said. You nodded and ducked your head down, rubbing your arm as you waited at the crosswalk. “Sorry.”

“Hm?” you asked, the man staring ahead.

“Sorry. If I grabbed you too hard. You were just...you were making a beeline right into...cars move a little faster on this side of town,” he said. “I didn’t really want to have to see that today.”

“Yeah, sorry,” you said. He nodded and you waited a few more seconds, the crosswalk giving you the go ahead. You took a deep breath before you went, the guy already taking off. You glanced right, immediately sprinting out into the crosswalk and grabbing his arm with both hands, yanking him backwards as fast as you could. He fell back on the pavement behind you, his coffee cup spilling all over next to yours. He glanced up as you saw a taxi blow through the red light. “You alright?”

“Yeah,” he breathed out, getting to his feet, brushing himself off, shaking his head. “I think the both of us should get the fuck away from this intersection.”

“No arguments from me,” you said, back on the sidewalk, the guy rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, it’s scary. I get it.”

“I’m Jensen,” he said with a soft smile.

“Y/N,” you said back.

“Well, Y/N. If you’re not too busy, I say we both go grab another cup of coffee and calm down for a minute,” he said.

“Yeah. I could do with that.”

Six Months Later

“Hey,” said Jensen when he answered his front door. You were still scowling, ducking under his arm and into his apartment, going straight to his freezer and grabbing some vanilla ice cream, shoving it on the counter. You grabbed a spoon from the drawer as Jensen closed up after you, eyeing you as you went to the cabinet he kept the booze in and grabbed some whiskey. You undid the top and poured yourself a double, knocking it back before putting it away. You took the ice cream and spoon over to his couch, peeling a blanket off the back and throwing it over yourself, quickly stabbing into it.

He hummed as he walked over, taking a seat beside you, watching as you angrily ate. You gave him a quick glance, a worried smile on his face.

“I take it your date with Marcus didn’t go well,” said Jensen.

“Stupid guys. Stupid, stupid, assholes,” you muttered, sighing when you looked at him. “Not all guys, just-”

“Oh, guys are assholes, trust me,” said Jensen. You set down your ice cream on the coffee table and leaned back against the couch, your bottom lip starting to wobble. “Come here, kiddo.”

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his side. Your face was hot as you felt the tears start to form, Jensen not saying a word as he kicked up his feet and threw on the TV to something quiet, shushing you as he rubbed your back. You cried less than you thought you would, Jensen never once pushing you to talk.

“I’m really glad I met you, Jay,” you said quietly, voice hoarse about fifteen minutes later.

“Me too,” he said, brushing one last tear from your cheek with his thumb.

“Marcus and I broke it off,” you sniffled. “He’s...he’s been seeing another girl for a while. A few months. He blamed the going long distance thing for work and it was nothing I really did but maybe if I’d-”

“He cheated on you. That was not your fault. You tried and talked everyday. He was the one always coming up with excuses,” said Jensen.

“I’m the one that moved up here for work though. It was only supposed to be for nine months. Nine here. Three there. I-”

“Not. Your. Fault,” said Jensen, a bit more sternly. You frowned but there was no way Jensen would ever for a second let you feel bad about this, even if you knew deep down Marcus had given up on the two of you months ago. You gave Jensen a quick smile and nod. He reached over and picked up the ice cream, holding out the spoon for you. “Does this mean I can be your wingman now? I’ve never gotten to see flirty, Y/N.”

“I don’t know how to flirt,” you said, taking a bite of ice cream, Jensen taking a scoop for himself before holding another out for you. “You do. Could...could you show me?”

“What? Y/N, let’s slow things down. You literally broke up with your boyfriend less than an hour ago. Let’s not go look for the rebound guy right now,” said Jensen.

“Yeah, I know. I’m hopeless,” you said. Jensen rolled his eyes, moving the ice cream back to the coffee table. “Hey. I wasn’t done.”

“You aren’t hopeless. I’m the one that’s hopeless,” he said with a laugh. “According to the internet I have a type. Look at my old girlfriends and I can’t even prove them wrong. I’m as stereotypical as the world thinks.”

“What the hell were you doing looking something like that up online? You had to have known it was only going to be mean comments,” you said.

“It was years ago. I don’t even look at comments on anything I post anymore,” he said. “Now I’m a professional third wheeler with Jared and Gen. Or worse. I go on ‘bro’ dates with my buddies who are all married or have kids or are at least in relationships,” he said, huffing as he slid back into his cushions. “Come here, we were making you feel better.”

Jensen pulled you into a big hug. You were a little surprised. He was open with you, more open than probably any other man you’d ever met but you were also his best friend. He talked about stuff with you, stuff that maybe he was a bit shy to share at first but he trusted you and you knew having Jensen’s trust was something special. He gave it out at a surface level to everyone. He expected to be shown that same general level of kindness and respect that everyone did. Jensen went a little above and beyond that at times when he gave it out but it was simply how he was raised and the good person he was. Most of the people he knew fell into this middle ground, they had trust but there was hesitancy, always a little on guard, not everything out in the open. Then there was the very small amount of people he actually let in all the way. It was almost exclusively his family apart from a few close friends, some he’d known since he was a kid.

The only reason you knew about this stuff was because he told you about it all once and how you didn’t fit in the neat little system. Somehow you got that trust immediately, almost like you snuck in or something without permission.

Still, there were things he didn’t talk about often like dating and the idea that Jensen ever had issue with his current love life or lack of one was something new to you.

“Good morning,” said Jensen. You sat up from the couch, a few blankets tossed over you, a pillow from his room where your head had been. You stretched and yawned, Jensen smirking as he worked in the kitchen. “Feeling any better?”

“Yeah. Just sucks getting cheated on. Thanks for letting me crash here last night,” you said. You excused yourself to the bathroom, returning to find a plate of pancakes set at one of the places on the counter.

“You tired yourself out crying again. I wouldn’t want you to drive home like that,” he said. You nodded and glanced down, Jensen bumping your shoulder when he took a seat next to you with his own plate. “Don’t go and get embarrassed on me, Y/N. You know I don’t care about that shit.”

“I know. I was hoping I’d wake up and be over the whole thing but I still feel crappy,” you said.

“You dated Marcus a long time. It’s going to hurt,” he said. “Just don’t start thinking this was your fault on me.”

“I mean...she is a lot prettier than me,” you said, thinking of the picture Marcus had showed you the night before. “He even said so. I mean, she really was and…”

Jensen put his fork down, a strange little growl coming from behind his closed lips.

“These pancakes are really good,” you said. He sighed, going back to his food, shoulders tense as he ate. You helped him clean up the pan but wanted to get out of there. Jensen was agitated and not bothering to hide it. You knew Fridays were normally long filming days for him and you had dropped by out of the blue at midnight when he’d probably just gotten home and he had a con to head to that afternoon and you probably ruined his one full night of sleep he’d get all week.

“Hey,” said Jensen when you made for the door and your shoes. You finished slipping them on, Jensen coming to a stop in front of you. “Marcus is a pig you realize. If the long distance thing got to him, he should have manned up and said so and broke it off like an adult. He went behind your back and cheated on you which is royally douchey and then he said this other chick was prettier than you? How small a sack does he have to do that? He wasn’t a good guy, Y/N and you honestly shouldn’t give a shit about what he said. I’ve seen a lot of ‘pretty’ girls with my job and everything. You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever met and I know that’s all you. Don’t believe what he said.”

“I...thanks, that means a lot right now,” you said, giving him a small smile.

“Gonna come to the con this weekend? I know you thought you had other plans but...it’d mean a lot if you did. Seattle is right next door,” he said. “My treat.”

“You’re not going to let me sit home and mope, are you,” you said.

“Not unless you really want to,” he said.

“Alright. Text me the plan later and I’ll see you tonight,” you said.

“Awesome. I can’t wait.”

“Hey, Y/N,” you heard. You spun around in the lobby area, Cliff giving you a wave. “Drive down okay?”

“Yeah,” you said. “Jensen said I can crash in his room so I don’t have to drive back tonight.”

“I know,” he said with a smirk, handing over a key card.

“I sort of broke things off...well I guess my boyfriend broke up with me last night. Jensen’s just keeping an eye on me. You know how much he worries about stuff,” you said.

“Sorry to hear that kiddo. He mentioned you might be a little bummed out. Probably why he has a surprise for you,” said Cliff. You tilted your head but Cliff just smiled. “I’ll be down here when you’re ready to go see the guys.”

“Just give me two minutes to drop off my bag. I’ll be right back,” you said. You quickly went up the elevator, finding Jensen’s room at the end of the hall. You set your bag down on the empty queen bed, fixing your hair in the bathroom for a minute, forcing a smile on your face.

You were going to have some fun tonight, no matter what. You grabbed your purse and phone and headed back down to the lobby, Cliff showing you past the security and into the green room.

“Hey!” was greeted to you, a loud chorus coming from Jensen’s friends. You didn’t spot him in there but saw Jared, getting a quick hug from him.

“Hey, pipsqueak,” he said, rubbing your arm. “How you feeling?”

“Alright,” you said, Jared nodding. “You?”

“Pretty good,” he said, pulling you aside. “I got to find out second hand from Jensen? Really?”

“Jare,” you said quietly, glancing down.

“Marcus is an idiot,” said Jared softly, giving you a kind smile. “It’s probably for the best though.”

“I thought he loved me,” you mumbled.

“You don’t do that to people you love. You got people that actually do right here,” he said.

“You guys are my friends. It’s different and you know that,” you said.

“Alright, alright,” said Jared, sighing as he gave you a big squishing hug. “But we do love you.”

“Yeah,” you said, Jared releasing you when you saw Jensen walk in the room, your eyebrows raising. “What are you wearing, Ackles?”

“Clothes, dufus,” said Jensen, chuckling when he walked over to you. “Drive down okay?”

“Mhm,” you said, Jensen smirking when you cocked your head at him. “Leather jacket?”

“I wear a leather jacket sometimes,” he said, that smirk still plastered on his face.

“Jensen’s playing rockstar tonight,” said Jared. You raised an eyebrow and Jensen rolled his eyes. “Did he forget to mention that?”

“Yeah,” you said, cocking your head as Jared wandered off. “You’re like a triple threat, aren’t you, Jens?”

“Oh, my dancing is appalling and I can’t really sing,” said Jensen, rubbing the back of his neck. “Acting’s all I got at this point.”

“Oh, is that all?” you teased, looking him up and down. “You look different.”

“Bad different?” he said, a flicker of something crossing his face.

“No. Sorry. I guess I forget you’re like, a hot guy sometimes,” you said. You blinked a few times, Jensen doing the same. “I’m sorry. That came out horrible. I-”

“It’s okay, Y/N. I know I’m hot stuff,” said Jensen, Jared snorting from close by. “Just have a good time tonight, alright?”

“Hey,” said Jensen when you got back from the late dinner after the concert. You lifted your head up from the couch in the hotel room where you’d placed a pillow and some sheets, Jensen kneeling down in front of you in his pajamas. “You okay? You’ve been off all night.”

“I’m tired is all, Jens,” you said, closing your eyes with a smile, turning away from him. You heard him shuffle and the edge of the couch dipped, Jensen taking a seat on the small unused portion.

“If you don’t want to be here, you don’t have to. I can ask Cliff to drive you and your car home. You don’t have to stay,” he said, resting a hand on your shoulder.

“I’m sorry about earlier,” you said quietly.

“Sorry about what?” he asked. You glanced over your shoulder, his face so genuinely innocent and curious you shook your head. “Come on. I won’t tell anyone.”

“Maybe that’s why Marcus broke up with me. I’m stupid and overreact to little shit I shouldn’t,” you said. You pulled your covers over your head and brushed off Jensen when he tried to touch you again. He sighed and you felt him move away.

A few moments later, you heard the room light switch on and your covers were yanked away. You spun around and looked up, Jensen scowling as he tossed the sheets over to his bed.

“Get up,” he said. You shook your head, never seeing him look at you like that before. He softened his face a hair and held out a hand. “Please get up.”

“Why?” you asked quietly.

“Because we have to go somewhere, that’s why,” he said, opening and closing his hand. “Please?”

After a second you stood up, Jensen taking hold of your hand gently, urging you to slip on your shoes. He grabbed his sweatshirt and your spare room key, tucking them both under his arm before shoving his own key card in his sweatpants. He didn’t bother with his shoes, simply left the room with you and started to walk down the hall. You rounded a corner and walked some more before Jensen lightly knocked on a door. You looked up at him, Jensen giving you a smile when the door opened.

“Hey,” mumbled Jared, mostly behind the door, probably in his underwear. You turned around, Jensen giving him a smile too.

“Put on some pants. Someone’s having her first sleepover,” said Jensen. You raised an eyebrow, Jared wearing a sad smile for a brief moment. He ducked inside and returned wearing some sweatpants, opening the door for the two of you to enter.

Jensen dropped your hand away and handed you the sweatshirt and card, giving you a kiss on the forehead.

“What-”

“Jared’s going to talk to you for a little while and then we can talk after if you want, okay?” asked Jensen.

“I don’t really understand what’s going on,” you said.

“Jensen and I came to an arrangement after a few years back,” said Jared. “He ever gets scared, I ever get scared, we have a ‘sleepover’ or late night talk or whatever you want to call it and talk it out.”

“I’m still lost.”

“Get up on the bed, kiddo,” said Jared softly.

“No,” you said, shaking your head. “What the hell is this? You two bringing me here in the middle of the night…”

“Y/N. You must have said something that scared Jensen. I don’t know what, but you did and it was obviously something that made him think I should get involved so take a second to relax and just sit down,” said Jared.

“Well what exactly did I say?” you said, crossing your arms at Jensen.

“You’ve been saying so many mean things about yourself since last night. You don’t talk like that and I know part of it’s the breakup but even before the concert you were weird around me and I just want to make sure you’re okay,” he said.

“It’s called a bad breakup, Jensen,” you scowled. “For fuck’s sake, not everyone and everything is your responsibility.”

“I just-”

“You just overreacted to a few comments. You know what? I think I will take you up on your offer. I’m going home.”

Sunday Night

“Yeah?” you said, answering the intercom at your apartment.

“Jensen is here to see you,” said your doorman.

“Tell him to leave. I don’t want to speak to him in case he didn’t get the message. If he comes back, turn him away,” you said.

“Yes, Ms. Y/L/N.”

Saturday Night

“Hey, Y/N,” said your boss, pulling you away from one conversation and to another. You hated these networking things but you also knew he was trying to help you find a job after your current show ended this season.

You sighed when he pulled you over to speak to a few producers on a different network. It was going well for a while until they mentioned the show they worked on and they pulled one of their lead actors over as he was walking by.

“Y/N, this is Jensen. He plays Dean on the show,” said one of the guys, Jensen giving you a nod.

“We’ve met,” he said cooly. You shouldn’t have been surprised by the reaction. Monday night you got in a big fight over text and basically told him to never speak to you again. You weren’t some thing for him to fix or feel sorry for. You didn’t need the “perfect boy” in your life anyways.

Not to mention telling him he was right that there was something wrong with him for still being single at his age probably ruined that friendship forever. It was a low move and not true but he hadn’t shut up about trying to figure out what happened between the two of you. He’d pushed too much and you'd still been upset over Marcus and if he wasn’t getting that, it was his fault.

He hadn’t spoken a word to you since.

“Y/N might be joining the team next year if we can convince her to stay up here for the winter again. She’s originally from Texas too in fact,” said the guy.

“Not sure we want someone with not a lot of experience in the production office. I mean, it’s a pretty important position for next year, last year and all,” said Jensen. You glared at him, ready to spit something out completely unprofessional when your night got even worse.

“Hey!” said Marcus, butting into the conversation with his new girlfriend on his arm. “Kevin, long time no see.”

“Yeah, haven’t been down in LA for awhile, didn’t know you were in town,” said Kevin, Marcus giving you a nod. “You two know each other?”

“Oh, yeah. Y/N and I used to date,” said Marcus, brushing you off. “This is Veronica. She’s a model.”

“Of course she is,” you mumbled to yourself. You tried to back out of the conversation but your boss kept reeling you back in.

“Y/N, I think maybe next week we could get together, have a more formal conversation about next season plans?” said one of the producers. Marcus chuckled, everyone’s heads turning to him.

“You want to hire her?” said Marcus. “You’d be better off with a trained monkey.”

“Excuse me?” you shot back, Jensen looking back and forth between you and Marcus.

“Let’s just say, she didn’t get her first job through talent,” said Marcus with another laugh. “Better off leaving this one alone unless you want to leave her around for her looks which...well let’s just say she was more put together in LA.”

You were pretty sure you’d never felt more humiliated and angry and your boss didn’t stop you when you tried to go. You only made it a few steps though when you heard Jensen’s voice.

“Well let’s just say, you’re a cheating piece of shit that’s going to apologize to Y/N and then never speak to her again, or else I’m going to have the satisfaction of beating your face in,” said Jensen.

“You’re the asshole that stole someone’s girlfriend, dude,” said Marcus. Jensen chuckled and got in Marcus’ face.

“I was her friend. I am her friend, her best friend and you ought to show her some respect,” said Jensen. “I don’t know what the fuck you drilled into her head but you never deserved her in the first place.”

You walked away after that, not wanting to see the rest. After a few minutes in the bathroom, you cleaned yourself up, your boss right outside when you finished, apologizing to you. You shook it off and made an excuse to leave early. You bumped into one of the producers on the way out and they made you promise to come have that conversation the next week and to ignore Marcus. They weren’t that kind of show that tolerated that sort of thing. You nodded and got out of there, nearly getting a cab when a text popped up.

You’re still my best friend.

You smiled and closed your eyes before you responded.

Mine too. You deserve a better one than me though. You never did anything wrong, I did.

“Y/N,” you heard after a minute. You turned around and saw Jensen walking over to you from the event, coming to a stop in front of you. “We got to talk.”

“No, we don’t,” you said, rubbing your hand against your eyes. “I was a bitch.”

“Well I was a dick,” said Jensen. “So we’re even.”

“No, we’re not,” you said.

“What happened?” he said. “At the concert.”

“I don’t know why you’re my friend,” you said.

“Y/N I want to know what happened when-”

“That’s what happened. I made that comment and I sort of realized how good looking you are, not that I’m blind, but I always just saw you as my best friend, Jensen, and it made me think. I didn’t understand why someone like you with your life and friends and everything would ever want to be my friend. I kept coming up with the same answer and it was because you felt sorry for me,” you said.

“I’ve never felt sorry for you, Y/N. I’m sorry you were cheated on and I’m sorry that just happened in there. I’m sorry I overreacted and brought Jared into it because I honestly wasn’t sure of the right thing to say at that moment and I was afraid saying the wrong thing would cause something bad to happen. I’m sorry you don’t see yourself the way I see you, the way other people do. But I’ve never felt sorry for you, Y/N,” he said.

“See? You’re perfect and I’m the bitch that-”

“Don’t call yourself a bitch,” said Jensen.

“I never meant what I said about there being something wrong with you, Jensen,” you said. He nodded and smiled.

“I know. I knew when you said it but I got pissed and stopped talking to you when I shouldn’t have. Let’s be friends again, alright?”

“Alright,” you said quietly.

“Now that we’re talking again, want to get out of here and away from the douchebag?” he asked.

“I uh, think I should go back in and try to salvage my career,” you said.

“Our producers know that Marcus was just saying that stuff to mess with you. I already talked to them about it,” he said.

“I’m just going to go home then,” you said. “I’ll uh, talk to you soon.”

You got a text that Jensen was in your lobby of your building the next day. You sighed and let him up, Jensen walking into your apartment a few minutes later.

“Hey,” he said, peeling off his backpack and taking off his sweatshirt. You glanced over at him for a moment before you went back to staring out the window on the couch. He was quiet as he came over and took a seat next to you, lifting up your head and letting it rest in his lap. “Y/N.”

“I’m sorry I was so mean to you,” you mumbled.

“Honey, we already talked about this last night,” he said, rubbing his hand over your head. “It’s okay. I forgive you.”

You shrugged and buried your face in his leg, Jensen continuing to run his hand over your head gently.

“You must think I’m a joke,” you said.

“I think my best friend is hurting,” he said. “Rough week and all.”

“It’s not just a rough week,” you said, glancing up at him.

“I know,” he said.

“No. You really don’t. I get a certain way sometimes. It hasn’t happened in such a long time and now I feel like I’m slipping back into that place,” you said.

“I know,” he said.

“No. I’m saying-“

“I’m saying I get it, honey. I do. So I’m going to stay, alright?” he asked. You tilted your head up at him, ignoring how you must have appeared. Since when did he call you honey? And how could he possibly know? No one had ever noticed. Your whole life people thought you were happy and successful. They’d never realized part of it was a front.

But somehow this guy...he was looking down like you’d spilled every bad feeling, every bad thought, you’d had your entire life.

And he was going to stay.

“Okay,” you said quietly. Jensen hummed and moved his feet up onto the other end of the couch, sitting in silence with you.

You blinked open your eyes an hour later, stretching and curling your face into the warm thing that was next to your face. Jensen chuckled and you remembered he was there, it was his body that felt cuddly and nice beside you.

“Have a good nap?” he asked. You didn’t respond and he put his hands on your shoulders, sitting you upright. “How about some lunch?”

“I’m not all that hungry,” you said, rubbing your eyes. When you looked at him again he looked sad. “I guess I could eat something.”

“Good girl,” he said, kissing your forehead as he stood up.

“Jensen?” you asked while he stretched out, heading for the kitchen. “What are you doing?”

“Taking care of you?” he said gently. You scrunched up your face, opening your mouth a few times as you searched for the right words.

“Why?” you finally said.

“Because you’d be doing the same for me. We’re there for each other,” he said, smiling at you. “What would you like to eat? I’m cooking.”

“I don’t care,” you said.

“I’ll make something yummy,” he said. “Promise.”

“Hey, I’m going to head home if that’s alright. I can stop by before work,” said Jensen at the end of the day.

“You don’t have to,” you said. “Come check on me I mean. I feel much better.”

“Oh,” he said.

“Jens. Thanks for hanging out with me today. Really,” you said. “After the past week and everything...thanks.”

“No problem,” he said softly. “I’ll text you tomorrow sometime.”

“Thanks, Jensen.”

“Hey, Jared,” you said a few days later.

“Hey, Y/N. What’s up?” asked Jared from the other end of the line.

“You heard from Jensen lately?” you asked.

“Just saw him get dropped off at home about ten minutes ago. He said you guys are talking again. We were starting to get worried for a minute there,” he said. You hummed, Jared tsking you. “What’s up?”

“I haven’t heard from him since Sunday is all and he’s not responding to me. At all. I was...Sunday wasn’t so great for me. I’m kind of nervous that maybe he was just being polite and all and he doesn’t actually…want to be friends anymore. He won’t answer me,” you said.

“He’s been off all week,” said Jared after a moment. “He doesn’t want to talk about it, whatever it is.”

“So he doesn’t want-“

“No, I mean off like he’s sad about something. You know this stuff with Jensen. It’s all subtle. Why don’t you swing by his place, check on him. I’m sure he’d appreciate it,” said Jared.

“Are you sure he wants to see me? I don’t want to piss him off,” you said.

“I’m sure he does. Go see him. Try to cheer him up,” he said.

“Alright. Thanks, Jare.”

You’d been sitting in the lobby of Jensen’s building for ten minutes before the doorman finally waved you over and up.

“Sorry for the wait, Ms. Y/L/N. You can go on up,” he said.

You hummed and rode the elevator up, exiting and rounding the corner to a quiet hall, coming to a stop outside Jensen’s door. You knocked and waited, knocking again when you heard nothing.

“Come on, Jens,” you muttered. A minute later the door half opened, Jensen scowling at you. “Hey grumpy.”

“What,” he said dryly. You tilted your head, his hair ruffled and he wasn’t wearing a shirt as far as you could tell.

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t realize you had a friend over,” you said.

“It’s just me but thanks for assuming,” he scowled again.

“You just look...are you okay?” you asked.

“Dandy. I was trying to get some sleep so if you don’t mind-“

“It’s not even seven, Jensen,” you said. “What’s-“

“Could you just go away?” he said.

“What is your problem? Why are you avoiding me?” you asked.

“Go. Away,” he growled.

“No,” you said, brushing past him and into his apartment. You spun around, Jensen in a pair of sweats as he stalked over to you.

“Get out before I throw you-“

“Are you sick?” you asked. “You get grumpy when you’re sick.”

“I’m not sick,” he said, rolling his eyes.

“Well you’re acting weird and-“

“Get out of my house!” he said, throwing up his hands. “Just stay away from me. Stop talking to me.”

“I...I’m sorry,” you said. “For Sunday. For everything. I knew you weren’t in a great place either and I’m sorry I leaned on you like that. I won’t do it again. I promise. We can still be friends. Can’t we?”

“You don’t even realize…” he said with a laugh, waving you off.

“Realize what?”

“You drive me insane sometimes, I swear. You date the douchebag from hell, you constantly think you aren’t doing well at your job and are beneath everyone else, you order the freaking salad every time we go out with other people and nobody eats the fucking salad for dinner, Y/N. You have one bad day where you got supported the way you needed and you think that was wrong? Like I don’t even know how to describe how infuriating that is and then there’s the-“

“Jensen!” you said, cutting him off, Jensen taking a deep breath. “What is going on with you?”

“Maybe it’s just a tad aggravating being your friend, you know. I need you a hell of a lot more than you need me,” he said. He took off down the hall for his bedroom and slammed the door shut.

You waited a moment for him to calm down before you tried the door, thankfully finding it unlocked. He was on his bed, pillow over his face. You took a seat on the edge, finding one of his hands and holding it. He tensed up, almost pulling away before he stopped himself.

“Why do you think I don’t need you?” you asked softly.

“You didn’t want me to check on you anymore,” he said.

“Jensen,” you said, giving his hand a squeeze. “I didn’t need you to come and physically check on me that day. That does not mean you can’t come over and do it if you want to though. I was only trying to say I was in a better place and I didn’t need it. I only got better because you were there for me.”

“It doesn’t matter,” he mumbled under the pillow. You tore it off his face, tossing it on the other side of the bed. “Just go, Y/N. I had a long day is all. It’s fine.”

“Yeah. You’re the epitome of fine, aren’t you,” you said. You stood up and went to his closet, grabbing a Henley and a clean pair of sweatpants off the shelf. You handed them to him, Jensen raising an eyebrow. “Go take a shower. You have fake blood under your chin and you smell like sweat. Go.”

“What-“

“Just do what I said, Ackles,” you said, shoving the clothes in his arms. He grumbled but stood and went to the bathroom. You waited until you heard the shower head turn on to head to the kitchen. He didn’t have much food but you found enough to whip up a few omelettes.

He left his bedroom about ten minutes after you sent him to clean up. He was still giving you the stink eye as he took a seat at the counter.

“What are you doing?” he said as you sat a glass down in front of him.

“My best friend feels shitty so I’m taking care of him,” you said.

“You’re so annoying,” he mumbled, taking a bite of his food. You left it at that, making sure he got some hot food in him, Jensen rubbing his eyes when he finished.

“Let’s watch a little TV before you head to bed,” you said.

He sighed but went to the couch without prompting that time. After cleaning up, you joined him, Jensen staring at you when you sat right next to him.

“Close enough?” he said.

“Uh huh,” you said, giving him a hug. He nearly pulled out of it but he finally relented and rested his head on your shoulder. “Hugs make everything better.”

“Can I be honest?” he said after a few minutes.

“Of course,” you said, Jensen sitting back some.

“I don’t know what I did wrong. I think maybe I was too picky but then I think I wasn’t. I mean, if you’re my best friend, you’d tell me what I’m doing wrong, right?” he asked.

“Sure. What are we talking about though?” you asked.

“What you said last week. Why I’m single. Do I just screw it up like how I overreacted? I mean-“

“I am so sorry I said that to you. I was trying to be mean for no reason. That’s all. Any girl would be lucky to have you,” you said. “Is that why you’re so upset? Jensen, you have got to believe me when I say I was lying. It wasn’t true. At all.”

“But it is,” he said, shaking his head at you. “I mean, you never even noticed.”

“Noticed what?” you asked.

“See?” he said.

“See what?”

“I like you. You never noticed,” he said.

“Jensen,” you said, biting your bottom lip. “Do you remember what Marcus said about you stealing people’s girlfriends? Do you realize why he was acting so inappropriate in front of you and your producers? He thought I was in love with you, Jensen.”

“Me?” he scoffed.

“Yeah, you. Dork,” you said, smiling at him. “I mean...Jensen. I like you. We’re best friends. It’s always been easy up until the last few weeks. Maybe it was so easy because I was always with someone else and now that I’m not...it’s harder to know where the friendship part stops...or if it stops.”

“Oh,” he said after a moment, giving you a nod. “I...I need a minute.”

“Okay,” you said. He stood up and walked over to the hall, pausing a moment.

“I think...I think you should go home and we can both sleep on it. I’ll stop over your place after work tomorrow,” he said.

“Alright,” you said, heading for his front door, waiting for him to get there to lock up after you. “I’ll see you tomorrow. I hope.”

“You will. Promise.”

It was almost ten at night and you weren’t sure whether to be pissed or upset. If he wanted to flake then fine. You knew you’d hurt him and he had every right to want to not talk anymore. He could have at least told you that’s what was happening though.

You were ready to crawl into bed when your buzzer rang.

“Jensen is here to see you,” said the doorman.

“Let him up. I might not send him back in one piece as a warning,” you said.

Two minutes later you were opening your door, Jensen smiling as you answered. He had his backpack and a bag in one hand, his other arm in a black sling.

“What…” you said, spotting a bruise on his cheek.

“Tried to do a stunt myself today. I sort of fucked it up if you couldn’t tell,” he said.

“Jensen…” you said, taking the bags from him. He walked a little slowly to your kitchen, pointing at the bag.

“Can I have that? It’s my dinner,” he said. “Sorry I didn’t call. My mom wouldn’t let me off the phone for freaking ever. Remind me to put you as my emergency contact at work in the morning.”

“Are you okay?” you asked, Jensen flipping open a styrofoam lid and digging in.

“Yeah. Just took a hard fall. Dislocated my shoulder. It’ll be fine,” he said. “My dumbass ego is bruised much worse.”

“We don’t have to do this tonight if…” you trailed off, Jensen shaking his head.

“To quote my mother, which is why I’m so late so blame her, I have a little problem with transitioning from friendship to relationship. Apparently my seventh grade girlfriend is something my parents still discuss,” he said.

“They do. What about,” you said, hopping onto the counter, giving him a moment to shovel some food in his mouth.

“See that girl, she’d been my friend since like first grade. She was probably my first real crush. She told me we were dating one day and I was like awesome. But that’s because it was cool to do back then and it didn’t mean much you know? Apparently, I told my dad I really liked this girl and blah blah and he asked if I’d kissed her yet. I was like, no, cause I apparently got this thing where I don’t like to take certain risks. Long story short, the girls they always thought I really liked, the ones I was friends with...I never wanted to risk more with them. Understand?” he asked.

“But you’ve had girlfriends,” you said.

“Yeah and some were friends first but not those friends that I like really trusted. Basically I was told to grow a pair and ask you out,” you said. “That was my dad, not my mom. Apparently I also talk about you so much, they already thought we were dating so…time to stop being shy. You want to do this?”

“You about had a meltdown last night and I just got out of a unhealthy relationship,” you said.

“That about sums it up,” he said, holding up a forkful of food to you. “This is really good. Want some?”

“No thank you. So one phone call with your parents and you’ve got everything figured out now,” you said.

“Had it figured out before but I was scared. Not anymore,” he said. “Today’s my lucky day.”

“Yes clearly,” you said, waving up and down at him.

“Could have been much worse. I say we dive right in head first,” he said. You closed your eyes and sighed.

“We should-”

The floor creaked just as you felt lips brush over yours, soft and slow, meeting yours for a long few seconds. You blinked open your eyes when it was over, Jensen smiling at you.

“You were right. We definitely should have kissed,” he said, cocking his head.

“Do that again,” you said after a minute.

He leaned in and kissed you again, not pulling as far away this time.

“The fact that I’m not as embarrassed as I should be for my behavior yesterday is saying something,” he said.

“You had a bad day. You’re allowed to have those,” you said.

“So are you,” he said. “And we had them and we were both there for each other.”

“You’re not a stunt guy,” you said, ghosting your fingers over his cheek. “Don’t do that again.”

“I’ll do my best not to,” he said.

“Promise,” you said.

“I promise,” he said.

“Good.”

He didn’t move away, only stood there watching you. You lifted your chin up, allowing yourself to get a good look at him.

“It’s late. Why don’t you crash here,” you said. “We can figure out the rest in the morning.”

Six Months Later

“You want to grab lunch?” asked Jensen at the end of the production meeting.

“Sure,” you said. You hopped up and we’re halfway down the hall with him when you bumped into Marcus.

“Hey, Y/N,” he said, giving you a nod. “You look good.”

“Aren’t you that asshole from the party?” said one of the other producers, rolling his eyes as walked past.

“Anyways…” said Marcus. “I’ve got a job interview. Movie on the other end of the lot.”

“Good for you,” you said.

“So things didn’t pan out with me and what’s her face. I think the long distance thing was wearing on me, us both, and we both said some things we didn’t mean back in the day,” he said.

“Oh,” you hummed, Jensen biting his bottom lip to stop from laughing.

“I’ll be in town for a while. Maybe you want to try again?” he asked.

“Sorry. I sort of have a boyfriend. One that doesn’t cheat on me and doesn’t speak to me how you did,” you said.”Apparently I’m also pretty. Guess what? Girls like to be told that. A little advice for next time.”

“This dick? He’s out of your league,” said Marcus.

“I’m out of hers to be honest. But it must be lonely playing tee ball all by yourself huh champ?” said Jensen with a smirk. “Next time you disrespect her like that again, I’d watch out. She really doesn’t like you.”

“Goodbye, Marcus. Good luck with your interview,” you said, grabbing Jensen’s hand and walking away.

“That was tamer than I was expecting,” he said.

“Oh, the idiot put me down as a character reference. They called a few days ago,” you said.

“What’d you tell ‘em?”

“He’s a pretty good AD. I left it at that and avoided the character questions. I’m done with him,” you said. “Where do you want to go to lunch?”

“Want to grab a bite down the block?” he asked. You hummed and followed him outside, walking there on the fall day. You were almost off the set when you saw Jared run up to you both, a big smile on his face. “Yes, you can come, Jared.”

“Where we going? I want a burger,” he said, taking off in front of the two of you.

“Well lead the way then, buddy,” teased Jensen, running his thumb over the back of your hand. “You’ve been talking about getting a puppy. This is what it’ll be like you realize.”

“Yeah but a puppy is cute and fluffy and actually you may have a point. At least this puppy we can return home at the end of the day,” you said.

“I can hear you two,” muttered Jared.

“Yes you can! Good boy,” teased Jensen, Jared groaning. “Alright, alright.”

Jared walked a bit faster than the two of you, Jensen giving you a smile.

“We should have him over tonight, make that dish he really likes. He’s been off this morning,” he said.

“I noticed too. Ease up on the teasing some,” you said. “Or tease me. He thinks it’s cute.”

“It is cute,” he said, squeezing your nose. “Got your nose.”

“Dork,” you said, Jensen squishing your cheeks before he remembered you were in public.

“Sorry,” he said, a rare moment of shyness on his face. It’d been a while since he got that way with you anymore. He wasn’t big on PDA but it was nice to see him forget and act like a goof sometimes.

“You’re still cute you know,” you said. “I mean, no Ryan Reynolds…”

“Shut up or I’m making you watch Deadpool again,” he said.

“Not as much of a punishment as you think,” you said, bumping his hip with you own. “Cutie.”

“Alright, alright. I’ll admit it. I’m adorable,” he said, holding your hand. “Let’s grab some lunch.”

“Whatever you say, Jensen.”

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