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jakesimfromstatefarm · 3 years

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not jealous | jake sim

summary: jake sim is not a jealous person. at least that's what he tells himself. so why does he find himself going through your phone when a certain "bluejay park" decides to text you?

pairing: jake sim x y/n [ft. mentions of jay park]

genre: angst, fluff

warnings: angst, cursing (very minimal), one slightly suggestive sentence, jake being cute, some more angst lol, slightly cheesy bc jake’s just too cute ugh

wc: 3.8k

a/n: ok i loved writing this, which is why i went on to almost 4k words LOL oops. but anyways, i love jake a little too much and this type of scenario has been running around in my head for a while now so i decided to put it into words. also i may have created this blog just so i could post this somewhere LMAO anyways yeah this was my first fic so hope you guys enjoyyyy <3

Jake Sim is not a jealous person.

At least that's what he tells himself. To be fair, in his past relationships, he never showed any jealously. Then again, he doesn't know if he can call those relationships, "relationships". Does a fifth grade relationship with a girl who he was once dared to kiss during a game of Truth or Dare in the basement of a classmate's house during their 11th birthday party count? He doesn't remember being jealous when the same girl was later dared to kiss his classmate, Sunghoon. (Funny enough, that's how the two boys came to be best friends 'til this day, but that's a story for another time.)

But really, Jake doesn't think jealously is one of his traits, even if he's now almost 20 years old without any experience with love other than his current relationship with you and that short-lived romance in the fifth grade. (What was her name again? Jake would have to ask Sunghoon later.)

So he doesn't know what clicked in that brain of his that lead him to this current situation he was in. He doesn't know why he felt a little spark of anger in him when your phone, which you left right next to him on the couch while you went to take a shower, kept buzzing with texts from "bluejay park". He doesn't know why he couldn't kept his eyes distracted from the messages, although your phone was constantly lighting up because whatever it was Jay had to say to you, he would not shut up about it. He doesn't know why he questioned what your relationship with Jay was for a split second.

In fact, you're close with all of Jake's friends. That's one of his favorite things about you, you get along so well with all his friends you might as well replace Jake himself in the friend group. So he doesn't know what tells him to take a little glance at your phone—at the messages.

But he finds himself doing it anyways.

Hearing that the water in the shower was still running (you were always the type to take long showers), he quickly grabs your phone and scrolls through the lock screen just to find that he couldn't even read the messages since you had your notifications set so no one could read them unless the phone was unlocked (darn you and your settings!) Thankfully, Jake knew your passcode––and you knew his too––or he thought he did. Until the iPhone vibrated, telling him the passcode was wrong.

He must've entered it too fast or something. So he tries again.

And again.

Until the iPhone switches its screen to say: "iPhone is disabled. Try again in 5 minutes."

There's no way. You never change your password. And even if you did, you would tell him—you two even had each other's fingerprints saved into each other's phones in the past (you know, before the world decided that Apple's home button was too lame and decided to just completely get rid of it). If there was an option to save multiple faces for Face ID, you two would be that couple that saved each others faces in your own phones.

That being said, Jake sat there, your phone in hand, frozen. Why was your phone locked? Why was Jay texting you 10 texts per second? Why did he feel guilty about this entire situation?

He hears the shower switch off and in that moment, he swears he feels his heart beat just a little faster. He tells himself there's no way you'll be out before the 5 minutes are up. You followed a really meticulous skincare routine (one that Jake memorized by now) that took an extra 15 minutes of your time after each shower.

"Hey Jake?" Your voice calls out from the tiny bathroom door crack that you left open before you hopped in the shower, "Is my phone out there? Do you mind bringing it to me?"

Fuck.

Jake shifts on the couch. Taps his foot on the ground. Returns your phone to its original spot. Clears his throat.

"Don't you want to get dressed first?" he calls back, quite timidly.

He can hear you stop moving around in the bathroom. Probably telling yourself what an odd response that was. To be fair, it was an odd question, considering the fact that you two have been together for so long, it’s not like he hasn’t seen you undressed before...intentionally or not.

Next thing he knows, the steam is rolling out of the bathroom door and you're stepping out in your towel, eyebrows raised.

"If you didn't want to get up from the couch, you could've just said so, you lazy butt," you smirk at him as you walk towards him and the couch, leaving a faint trail of water drops behind you. Jake's eyes follow your figure as you go to grab your phone and lift the screen towards yourself.

That's when he freezes. You do too.

You cock your head, as if asking yourself why it was disabled. He can hear the gears in your head turning.

"Jake, did you try to unlock my phone?"

He runs through all the possible excuses he could blurt out. Come on Jake, think of something! But he knows he can't lie to you.

Too many beats of silence pass by.

"Maybe," he finally says—or more like murmurs. He looks up to you like a child looking up at their mom, who just them caught stealing a cookie from the cookie jar. To his surprise, you don't show any hint of anger. A flash of confusion—and is that worry he sees?—crosses your face for a split second before you shrug and turn towards your room to change, dropping the subject. It was natural for you two to use each other's phones anyways. So then why did you have that look of worry?

Jake knows you well, a little too well. But that's what you love about him. He can easily read all your emotions. One of the many things he picked up from dating you for almost two years now. But why would you care if he tried to get into your phone? Why would that worry you? All the possibilities run through head and his own worry begins to increase. He trusts you. He does.

So then why does the thought bother him throughout the entire day? Why does he bring it up during dinner later that night, when you're both cuddled on your sofa, slurping take-out ramen while rewatching your favorite k-drama under the thick blanket that you always keep in your living room for nights like these?

"Huh? Of course I've heard from Jay today, we had that conversation about that stupid meme you boys kept laughing about in the groupchat we're all in, didn't we?" You answer him when he asks if you've heard from Jay lately. You sit up from your warm spot under Jake's arm to put your empty bowl on the coffee table in front of you. When you lean back, you look up at him,

"Why do you ask?"

"Oh, it's nothing, just wondering," he says, avoiding your eyes by keeping his own trained on the series currently playing on your TV. This would be your third time rewatching this series together. He would never complain to you though, he knows how much you love it and if he were being honest, he was secretly attached to the characters—not that he would ever tell you, he would never hear the end of it from you and the boys.

"You're being weird. Just tell me, or did you forget that I can practically read your mind," you say with a giggle and shove to his side, the one you were currently warmly cuddled into. Jake wasn't the only one who learned how to read emotions; you could read him just as well as he could read you. And like you, that's one of the many things he loved about you. But maybe not in this case.

He toyed around with the contents inside his ramen bowl with his chopsticks.

"I just..." God, how does he word this? Why was he having trouble explaining it? You were the easiest person to talk to. To him, you were the only person he could tell everything to.

"Jaywastextingyouabunchearlier," he blurts out quickly, but not quickly enough for you to miss it.

He feels you shift under his arm. He feels the air in the room shift. Tension.

"What?" Now you're sitting upright, legs criss-crossed in front of you on the couch but turned, so your body is completely facing him. He mirrors you, sitting up to put his ramen bowl next to yours on the surface, but he stays facing the TV.

"Your phone kept going off because of him when you were showering," he says with a little more confidence. But inside, he was nervous as hell, the same nervous as when he asked you out for the first time many moons ago. But it's too late to back out now, he brought it up first, anyways. Guess we're having this conversation now, good going Jake!

"Is that why you tried unlocking my phone earlier? I mean I thought you were just trying to leave selfies on my phone like you always do but you were trying to read my texts?" You question, slightly raising your soft voice. He doesn't know how to react, he hates confrontation.

"It wasn't like that, Jay just kept spamming you and like I—why was he even texting you in the first place? Then your phone got disabled because you changed your password, which you never do by the way, so I–"

"I changed it because my little sister kept getting into my phone when I went to visit my family yesterday! Did you really think I was hiding something from you? You know I can text whoever I want, right? You don't own me."

Okay so now he's managed to make you angry. Good going Jake, part 2!

"Okay but what does Jay need from you so bad that he has to send you like 50 messages at once?" He's standing now. So are you, eyebrows furrowed together as you collect your bowls from the table.

Standing there, bowls in hand, you say, "Jake, that's none of your business! It wasn't even that big of a deal, I don't know why you felt the need to nosy around."

"Well, if he's texting you non-stop, then obviously it's a big deal! We wouldn't even be having this conversation if you would just tell me what you guys were talking about," he murmurs back, eyes narrowing. You scoff as you trail into your kitchen. He follows behind and stops at the other side at your kitchen island as you place the dirty dishes into the sink.

"No, we're having this conversation because you obviously don't trust me! It doesn't matter what we were talking about, it doesn't matter who I was texting! I could be texting your mother and I shouldn't have to tell you what we were talking about! That's why we're having this conversation," you say as you turn back to face him from the other end.

He hates this. He hates fighting with you (which is a very, very rare occasion). He hates that you think he doesn't trust you. He hates his insecurity eating at him, telling him to keep questioning you on why you and Jay were talking in the first place. He was aware that you were close with his friends, but it wasn't until the texts he realized just how close you are with them. It's not that he didn't trust you, he just didn't know how to act when it came to you and other guys. God knows how he got lucky enough to meet you, let alone date you, so the thought of him losing you to someone else actually terrified him. Not only were you his first real relationship, but he wanted you to be his first and only one in life. You were it for him.

"Why did he text you." He deadpans from his side of the kitchen.

You scoff with a hint of exasperation. "You're kidding me."

You stare at him. He stares back, quirking an eyebrow, as if restating the same question back, as if testing you.

You're fuming now. Why was he making it so hard? Why was he doubting you? Out of frustration, you start laughing, which scares him. That can't be good.

"Fine. You wanna know so bad? Take a look," you're one tone level away from screaming as you take your phone out of your pocket, unlock it, and open up your conversation with "bluejay park", sliding the phone across the island to reach him.

Jake stares at the phone which now lies there, unlocked, facing him. Isn't this what he wanted? It is, right? That's why he started this dreaded argument with you in the first place.

Then why does he feel so fucking awful?

He looks back up at you, to see you sighing and looking up at the ceiling, as if trying to force your forming tears back into your eyes.

Yup, he feels horrible.

"Happy? Happy to know we were just trying to plan a surprise birthday party for you but you and your jealously just had to know huh, Jake?" You quickly state, voice cracking, as you tried not to choke up. You weren't sad that he found out about the surprise. You were sad that it felt like he didn't trust you. That he thought you were the type of person to do god knows what behind his back. You hated the feeling of not being trusted. Especially by Jake, of all people.

"Fuck."

Jake's face (and heart) falls with the most broken expression you've ever seen. But you're too sad, angry, tired (a mix of all?) to care. Your only goal right now is to not let him see you cry.

You hurry past him, across your apartment, and into your bedroom, slamming the door behind you, leaving behind a shocked, and regretful, Jake.

His heart shrinks when he hears the door slam shut and a little more when he looks down at the still unlocked phone in front of him. He didn't have the heart in him to look at it anymore. Of course he trusted you, he knew what you said was the truth.

He mentally screams at himself for assuming the worst––for thinking that you, a literal angel, would betray him. First, he thought he was losing you to someone else. Now, he was afraid he just lost you through his own actions.

He hesitantly sulks over to your door, softly knocking when he reaches it.

"Y/N?"

No response.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry. I didn't know, I let my—”

"Jake just please leave me alone for now," he hears you painfully say from a distance, meaning you're on your bed. He knows the door's unlocked—the lock on your door hasn't been working for a long time now, despite the many times he tells you to talk to your landlord about it. But he doesn't find it in him to open it. He knows he messed up. If he saw you in there right now, crying, he wouldn't know what to do. He wouldn't know what he would to do himself, knowing he was the reason behind your tears.

He nods in silence, knowing you can't see him, but does so anyways and returns to his spot on the couch. He could leave right now, go back to the dorm with the rest of the guys, let you have your space like you wanted. But his heart hurts at the idea of leaving you sad, angry, or a combination of both. He can't leave this unresolved. He fucked up, he has to fix it.

And so he sits on your couch for another hour. The clock on the wall behind him continues to tick as the silent tension in your apartment continues to grow. When it hits 11pm and he's sure you've slumbered off into sleep, he quietly enters your room.

He can see your figure in the dark, your back facing the door as you're curled up into yourself under the comforter. He feels his heart drop a little more when he imagines you crying in that position from earlier. He slowly peels the comforter open and gets into his side of the bed, careful not to bother your sleeping figure.

Laying there, staring up at the ceiling, he's never felt more like a stranger in your bed. It's not that he hasn't slept over before, god knows he's probably slept over at your place more than he has in his own bed. But right now, in this moment, he just felt awful. Like he didn't deserve to be in such close proximity to you. How could he be deserving? He violated your privacy, made you feel like you weren't trusted, doubted your relationship.

These thoughts run through Jake's head as he stares up at your ceiling fan, wishing he could turn back time to a few hours ago, before he checked your phone, before he let his insecurities get to the best of him.

You can feel the dip he makes in the bed behind you when he gets in. Of course you're not asleep. There's no way sleep could reach you when you had the recent events constantly replaying in your head like a broken record.

You knew Jake with all your heart. You didn't have to look at him to know he was probably laying there, hurt, staring up at the ceiling, drafting what to say once you wake up—or once he knows you're actually still awake.

You decide to break the tension by turning to lay on your other side, facing him.

You were wrong. Thanks to the little sliver of moonlight shining through your sheer curtains, you can see him, now laying on his side, already looking at you with so much regret in his eyes. You can almost hear the cracks in your heart physically forming.

His eyes widen when he realizes you're still awake. He opens his mouth to say something, but not before you quickly shift over to his side of the bed and embrace him in a tight hold, burying your face into his chest. Without any hesitation, he returns the gesture, arms holding your body as close to him as possible. As if once he let go, he'd lose you forever.

He lets out a sigh of relief as he breathes you in. He didn't even know he was holding his breath all this time.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry Y/N," he mutters into your hair. He feels his hoodie getting wet from where you buried your face. He pulls you closer, if that's even possible, feeling his own eyes heating up with sadness. He would never forgive himself for making you feel this way.

"You know I trust you right? Please know that. I shouldn't have assumed the worst when I saw your phone. I...I let my insecurities get to the best of me."

You move your head from its home on his chest to look up at him, as if asking him to elaborate. This was new to you, you didn't know he held insecurities in your relationship. But it wasn't because of you, no, you were his entire world. Losing you meant losing everything.

Jake's never been the best at saying his feelings. That's why it took him so long (with the help of his six best friends) to finally confess how he felt about you. He was afraid of letting people in if they could easily walk out. Maybe that's why he never let anyone into his life before you. But oh, were you an exception. The second he met you, he knew he was fucked. But thank god he did, because thanks to you, he's been able to be more open, more vulnerable. He's able to talk to you about anything and everything. He doesn't have that same fear of losing people anymore, not when he has you in his life to reassure him every step of the way. But right now, in this moment, he doesn't know how to tell you that his new fear was, in fact, just losing you.

The sheer idea of you not being a part of his life anymore terrified him.

"I hope you know you're never going to lose me Jake, if that's what you're insecure about," you softly mutter as you wrap your free arm that's not stuck in between both your bodies around him to gently play with the ends of his hair. It's as if you could read his mind, he loves that you know him so well.

"It just sucks that you could even think I would ever do something as awful as what you were assuming...with one of your closest friends nonetheless," you continue.

"I know. I know, and I feel terrible. I'm so sorry. I know you would never do anything remotely close to that, and I know you would never intentionally try to keep anything from me," he sighs. He shifts so he can lie down on his back, bringing you with him to lie on his chest, never letting you go once. "It's just...I just don't know what I'd do if I ever lost you Y/N. Everyday, I ask myself what heroic thing I must've done in my past life to deserve this life with you and I can't help but think you could just as easily be stripped away from me."

As much as your heart breaks listening to him rant, you feel your love for him grow even more. You knew how hard it was for him to put his true emotions into words, and him telling you this reminded you how much trust he had in you.

After some moments of silence, moments of him drawing random shapes onto your back, moments of you two just holding each other like it was the end of the world, you speak up.

"I love you. I'm sorry for making you doubt yourself—"

"No, it's not your fault, I can't help but think things like that. I just don't know what I did to deserve you, and I know that I need to be mo–"

"Babe let me finish," you say with a little giggle in your tone. He immediately stops and mutters a little "sorry". How cute, you tell yourself.

"I was gonna say," you look back up at him so you're making direct eye contact now. "You're the only one that's ever on my mind, Jake. I can't help the way you think, but I can assure you that there is no one else I would rather be with. And I mean that for the rest of life."

You snuggle back into the comfortable hoodie he's currently wearing (you make a mental note to yourself to steal it from him later) and decide to ease the tension,

"So you're stuck with me for life, sorry to inform you Mr. Sim."

Jake lets out a laugh, looking down at you to see you returning his smile with a cheeky one.

"I love you. So much," he says so sincerely, so genuinely, that you almost tear up again from how content you were. Now you were asking yourself, what did you do to deserve him?

Jake Sim is not a jealous person.

No, he just loves you.

A lot.

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ectonurites · 3 years

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thoughts on Cissie kissing Tim out of nowhere in Young Justice #17?

I swear to god some of u ppl read my mind I was JUST thinking about that yesterday

But I was thinking about it in terms of ‘how id make this about Cissie having a crush on Cassie but being closeted’ for the sake of a cissiecassie fic i one day want to write as opposed to necessarily how it went down in canon, but I will talk about both ❤️

So. Anyways. That kiss huh, it feels super out of nowhere, right? Lets look back at the whole scene

(Young Justice (1998) #17)

Cissie has this really emotional private moment with Cassie, a playful one with Bart, a tense one with Match pretending to be Kon, and then when Tim tries to do a normal goodbye (as basically the only one not trying to pressure her to stay/come back) she just... grabs and kisses him.

Now lets pretend we're back in December 1999 when these issues came out- and hop over to that month's Wonder Woman issue that starts off with this little disclaimer

(Wonder Woman (1987) #153)

What do we find out there? That Cissie apparently has a secret crush on one of their teammates.

(Wonder Woman (1987) #153)

So with the way things go down in YJ #17, it's pretty heavily implied that she was talking about Robin, and the YJ thing was just her making her confession bluntly as she leaves- a 'now or never' type thing. Overall it's kinda random still because before this stuff it really didn't seem like she had a thing for him (compared to how Cassie's thing for Kon was blatant) but 🤷‍♂️

I think it's interesting that she kisses him after specifically saying this stuff though:

(Young Justice (1998) #17)

Robin (who at this point none of them have seen unmasked AND don't know the name of) is arguably the person they know the least about- seems a little odd that she'd make such a point of calling out how little they know each other before confessing feelings she apparently has for the most closed off member of the team via a kiss.

WHICH is part of what leads into my queer hc reading of all of it:

Cissie does not actually have a crush on Robin, it was just something she said to get Cassie off her case at some point*, and Cissie kissed him as an impulsive thing because she wanted to make a dramatic exit that would leave everyone more confused than anything else, as a distraction from feeling sad (because as evidenced by the tears, Cassie in particular was sad) and this opportunity just presented itself (especially bc Cassie had urged Tim to say something to her- Cissie could easily think 'Cassie thinks I like him and is trying to use him to sway me into staying, doing this and exiting will make a big scene and show how serious I am about leaving')

Obviously that wasn't the actual intent as it was written, the intent was probably more something like 'oh surprise drama! Cissie had a secret crush on him the whole time!' BUT I can interpret things how I want to for fun <3

*I imagine the conversation going something like this:

Cassie: Okay- well I told you who I like... do you like someone on the team? Cissie, thinking about that time she fell asleep holding Cassie's hand in YJ #7: It's none of your business, Cass. Cassie: Oh come on! You totally do- you gotta tell me, we're best friends, right? Cissie, panicking: Um... Okay, but you have to guess. Cassie: Bart? You did tell him that one time- Cissie: [laughs] Oh god no- he's like my little brother. I just did that to shock his senses. Cassie: Wait... is it... is it Superboy? Is that why you don't want to tell me? Cissie, rolling her eyes: Trust me, if I liked him, I already had plenty of chances. He's all yours. Cassie: Then it's Robin! The whole man of mystery thing does it for you? [laughs] Cissie, realizing she has to say yes now or else Cassie might realize something's up: Well, yeah, he's gotta be cute under that mask- I bet he's got pretty eyes. But... promise not to tell?

#cassie: of course! related but unrelated- do you want in on me & kon's bet about if he has acne under the mask?#dfhgj

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miraculouspenta · 3 years

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Inspiration by Swordplay

Day 01 & 02

@daminette-december2019-2020

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Marinette was not having a good day. One, she woke up to a pounding headache. Two, she spilled her coffee all over the floor. Three, it's cold, her ladybug tendencies started kicking in. And four, she has a designer's block.

She needs to come up with something for her website, everything is so last month. Plus, since it's getting cold, she needs a new design for the winter, her Autumn clothes are just so... Autumn..y

She lays her head on her desk, pulling her blanket closer to her body. She feels a pair of strong arms on her shoulder. "Stuck, beloved?" Damian, she thought, then she groaned. 17-year-old Marinette was staying at the Wayne Manor for her winter break, invited by her boyfriend of two years. The young man chuckled, "Why don't you take a break, Habibi? Maybe that will freshen your mind."

"I can't, the longer I postpone the less time I have to make it," she told him as she whined again.

"What about a nap?"

"I have no idea what to make."

"A walk?"

"People are waiting for something."

"Early Patrol?"

"But I am fresh out of ideas!"

"How about a movie?"

The girl in her late teens just stared at her boyfriend incredulously. "A movie? Seriously? I am panicking over here and you suggest watching a movie?" her voice clearly unamused. He chuckled again. "It may just lessen your stress, Habibi," her lover reasoned. "I AM NOT STRESSED!"

Damian raised an eyebrow at her statement. "Okay, maybe a bit," she admitted. "Come on Habibi, a movie would take your mind off your designs," Damian said, "It doesn't take much work. Thinking doesn't really treat your headache well." The girl sputtered, "But I- I didn't- How did-" Marinette didn't recall telling Damian about her headache.

Damian smiled. "I saw an empty packet of Advil on your bedside table, seeing as you have no physical injuries after yesterday's patrol nor a temperature, my biggest guess was a headache. Plus you have been clutching your head a lot for the past hour," he explained to her.

"You're not the world's greatest detective's blood son for nothing I guess," Marinette mumbles. Damian's smile got bigger. "Come on, Habibi," he said, "One movie, just to take your mind off of things." Marinette sighed, giving in to her boyfriend's request. "You're the sweetest boyfriend ever you know that," she told him. "Me and sweet don't seem like we would get along fairly," Damian said after he heard her statement. "Keep telling that to yourself, Dove," Marinette said giggling.

They headed down to the living room. Despite living in a manor that most definitely had its own movie room, the boys have always found it more comfortable to watch together there. It turns out that the others had the same idea. Dick, Jay, and Tim were laying on the couch trying to pick out a movie. "I brought the snacks you wanted," Kor'i said as she entered, "Oh hey you two, decided to join us?" All eyes turned to us.

"Hell yeah! Come on Pixie, you've been working too hard," Jason's voice sounded. "That's what I told her," Damian mumbled. Marinette giggled at her boyfriend's words, stumbling a bit because of her headache. "Damian probably won't stop trying to distract me until I do," she told the little group. That made them burst into laughter.

They decided to watch The Chronicles of Narnia. Suddenly Marinette sprang up and yelled, "I got it!" and rushed up into her room. Watching Peter, Susan, Edmund, and Lucy, mainly Peter fight, had given her an idea.

She designed a fantasy medieval winter coat, white faux fur on the edges of the blueish grey hood and sleeves. It was beautiful.

When she was finally satisfied with the results, she found her boyfriend entering her door. "Finally figured it out, beloved?" he teased, "I told you that a movie was a good ides."

Marinette wished she could wipe that smug smirk on his face but- Oh wait, she can! As Damian got closer and Marinette pulled him into a surprise kiss. She looked up after they pulled away, his smirk all gone and replaced with a charming smile filled with adoration. "Yes, mon chéri," she said, "A movie was a good idea." After all, she now has some inspiration from swordplay, and in all honesty, it reminds her a lot about her Robin.

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Well, that was quite long, for me at least. Welp, one prompt down! 15 to go!

XOXO ~𝓔𝓲𝓵𝓮𝓮𝓷

#maribat #daminette december #damian x marinette #damianette #daminette #damimari #maridami

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abrakophile · 3 years

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I was looking through a bunch of junk and found some letters from my dad when he was in the army. I’m afraid I'll accidently toss them, so maybe I’ll put them here?

OPs Name JUNE 02 03

I LOVE YOU

THIS IS MY NAME IN KURDISH

*my dad wrote his first and last name, and under it, in Kurdish*

ILL TRY AND FIND OUT HOW TO WRITE YOUR NAME AND MOMS TOO.

ITS STILL HOT. I WORK AND READ BOOKS TO PASS THE TIME AWAY.

HOW ARE YOU DOING? GOOD I HOPE. WHAT DO YOU DO FOR FUN? DO YOU EVER HANG OUT WITH YOUR FRIENDS? TELL THEM I SAID “WASSUP?” NAH, DONT TELL THEM. TELL ME WHAT YOUR THINKING. I’M TRYING TO SEND YOU SOME MORE OF MY DRAWINGS. WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DRAW YOU? DID YOU LIKE THE DRAWING I SENT YOU OF YOU NAME? ITS ALRIGHT IF YOU DIDNY. JUST TELL ME WHAT YOU DO WANT ME TO DRAW YOU.

(Flip Page)

THIS IS WEIRD! (The page does not have lines on the left side of it) i WONDER WHAT HAPPENED TO THIS PIECE OF PAPER. HaHa

I MISS YOU ALOT. PLEASE SOND ME SOME MORE OF YOUR DRAWINGS, YOU CAN DRAW ME ANYTHING YOU WANT TO.

ARE YOU BEING GOOD FOR YOUR MOM? ITS NICE IF YOU HELP HER OUT WHILE I’M AWAY.

HAVE YOU BEEN ANYPLACE NEW? HOW IS SCHOOL GOING FOR YOU? IS MOMMY GOING TO SCHOOL? I KNOW I WANT TO GO TO SCHOOL WHEN I GET BACK. HOPEFULLY I GET THE CHANCE TO LEARN EVERYTHING THAT THERE IS TO KNOW. THAT WOULD BE GREAT.

ALSO, ID LIKE TO DO SOME FISHING? HOW ABOUT YOU? I GUESS ILL END HERE. BE GOOD AND STAY IN SCHOOL. AND JUST SAY NO TO DRUGS.

THEYRE BAD.

I LIVE YOU OP

*hearts and x’s* DADDY

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(I don’t know if all these pages are in order or if it’s missing any, but this was the letter in the same stack as the last but this one was for my mom. In some places his indents indicate passage of time.)

I HAVENT HAD ANY TIME TO WRITE SINCE WEVE BEEN ON THE ROAD, NOT TO MENTION THAT WE CAN’T SEND MAIL WHEN WE’RE MOVING ALL THE TIME.

WEVE BEEN ON THE ROAD FOR ABOUT FIVE OR SIX DAYS, I HAVENT REALLY BEEN COUNTING. I KNOW I TOLD YOU THAT WE’D BE IN KUWAIT FOR A WHILE, BUT THAT WAS SO YOU WOULDNT BE WORRIED. I’M GOING TO KEEP THIS LETTER THOUGH, TILL I GET HOME.

ABOUT TWO NIGHTS AGO, WE DROVE THROUGH BAGDHAD, SOMEBODY SAID THAT THERE WERE PILED BODIES, I DONT KNOW IF IT WAS TRUE.

AND I GUESS YESTERDAY, A COUPLE OF PEOPLE SAID THEY SAW A MISSILE OR SOEMTHING SHOT AT US. I WAS TRYING TO FIX A TRUCK SO I DIDNT SEE IT.

ITS NOT AS DUSTY HERE IN IRAQ. IT REMINDS ME OF THE CONVOYS IN KOREA.

MOST OF THE PEOPLE WILL WAVE “HI”. SOME OTHERS DONT.

I SAW A KID OPEN HIS HAND ONCE WHILE MOVING, AND IT SAID “BUSH” THAT WAS KIND OF COOL.

OH YEAH. HERES A STORY. WHILE OUT DOING A MISSION, ONE OF OUR “BRADLEY” TANKS FIRED ON AN ENEMY AMMO TRUCK AND CLIPPED A KID. THE ROUNDS BLEW ONE OF HIS LEGS OFF AND SOME OF THE OTHER, FROM THE KNEE DOWN. SO THE MEDICS PICKED HIM UP AND BROUGHT HIM TO OUR RECONCOLIDATING POINT FOR MEDICAL TREATMENT. I GUESS HE EVENTUALLY DIED FROM LOSS OF BLOOD THE NEXT NIGHT AND YESTERDAY THEY TOOK HIM OUT AND BURIED HIM.

ALSO WE PICKED UP ABOUT 25-30 P.O.W.s AND SENT THEM SOUTH.

IT GETS PRETTY COLD AT NIGHT. AND THE DAY’S ARE VERY HOT.

SINCE WE LEFT KUWAIT ITS BEEN ME AND MENDOZA IN THE FIVE TON WRECKER AND I HAVE TO ADMIT THAT ITS BEEN EXCITING. WE KEPT GETTING SEPERATED FROM THE CONVOY AND BREAKING DOWN. BUT I THINK THAT WERE BETTER NOW. HOPEFULLY.

IM STILL WAITING TO BE AMBUSHED TO MAKE ALL THIS SEEM REAL TO ME. A PART OF ME WANTS IT AND ANOTHER DOESNT.

AND IT SEEMS LIKE ONLY OUR UNIT HAS TO STAY IN UNIFORM, EVERYONE ELSE WEARS T-SHIRTS AND BANDENA’S AND RAGS ON THEIR HEAD

WERE STILL GOING NORTH. NOBODY KNOWS HOW LONG WE’LL STAY. ITS NOT THAT BAD HERE. MEANING, IT COULD BE WORSE.

I USED A “SHIT-CHAIR”. ITS JUST A METAL CHAIR WITH A HOLE CUT IN THE MIDDLE AND THE SEAT FROM A TOILET BOLTED TO IT, GROSS.

HELICOPTERS CAN BE HEARD ALL DAY AND NIGHT. I GOT TO SEE THEM DROP BOMBS ALL DAY ABOUT 3 DAYS AGO, FROM A DISTANCE OF COURSE.

ILL BE DRIVING AGAIN, IN A MINUTE. PROBABLY RE-FUEL AND BACK ON THE ROAD AGAIN. IM ENJOYING IT.

I HAVE 8 MAGAZINES FULL OF ROUNDS. NO GRENADES, BUT I LIKE IT LIKE THAT.

SOMETIMES IT SMELLS LIKE SHIT.

I GUESS ILL END IT HERE FOR NOW

I LOVE YOU AND MISS YOU TWO TWICE IF NOT THRICE AS MUCH AS YOU MIGHT MISS ME TOO.

HELLO AGAIN. WERE SOMEWHERE NEAR TIKRI + MOSUL. YESTERDAY, ME + MENDOZA WENT LOOKING FOR MOMENTO’S. WE BROKE A LOCK TO A NEAR BY BUNKER AND FOUND 6 A.K.47s! BUT ON OUR WAY BACK TO TURN THEM IN, MAJOR TATU GOT THEM FROM US. I WAS SO PISSED. BUT I GOT A GAS MASK w/ FILTER, A FULL MAGAZINE CLIP FROM ONE OF THE A.K.s AND A BERET WITH IRAQ 1 RANK ON IT.

I MADE A STENCIL FOR THE TRUCK WERE RIDING IN. ITS CALLED THE “GAMBLER.” YESTERDAY MENDOZA DROVE, SO TODAY ILL BE DRIVING.

IM NOT POSITIVE, BUT, I THINK WERE GOING TO TURKEY. NIETO SAYS THAT HE OVERHEARD SOMEBODY FROM S1 (or SI, I’m not sure) SAYING WE MIGHT GET PAID EXTRA FOR GOING THROUGH BAGHDAD.

I THINK NIETO’S MAD AT ME. CANT EXPLAIN WHY. MAYBE ITS BECAUSE IM RIDING WITH MENDOZA AND HE DOESNT LIKE MENDOZA TOO MUCH. OH WELL, WHATEVER REASON, HOPE THINGS GET NORMAL AGAIN. HAVE TO GO,

*hearts and xs*

TODAY IS THE 25th OF APRIL, I RECEIVED FIVE OR SIX (OR SEVEN) LETTERS YESTERDAY. THE LATEST WAS DATED 07 OF APRIL. THAT TELLS ME THAT ITS GOING TO TAKE A WHILE TO COMMUNICATE.

WE HAVENT RECEIVED MAIL BECAUSE WEVE BEEN MOVING NEVER STAYING IN ONE PLACE MORE THAN A DAY, OR TWO, UNTIL NOW. WE’VE BEEN IN THIS SPOT GOING ON FOUR DAYS TOMORROW?!

GIVE ME A MINUTE...

FOR THE LAST COUPLE OF DAYS IVE BEEN HELPING MENDOZA PULL THE ENGINE OUT OF A 5 TON TRUCK AND SWITCH IT w/ ANOTHER ONE. IT WOULD HAVE BEEN EASY BUT THE FLY WHEEL SEIZED UP INSIDE THE BELL HOUSING. ITS FINISHED NOW AND THE RUMOR IS WE’RE LEAVING (OR MOVING) AGAIN TOMORROW.

ITS 10:33 THURSDAY MORNING. YOUR TIME IS 12:32 JUST TURNING THURSDAY.

I ALMOST CRYED WHEN I SAW ELIS PICTURE. I REALLY MISS BOTH OF YOU. LET ME BACK TO BEFORE I GOT DISTRACTED. I HAVENT BEEN ABLE TO SEND MAIL BECAUSE WE’VE BEEN MOVING. BUT I GUESS THAT WHATEVER THREAT THERE WAS (IF ANY), ISNT SO THREATFUL ANYMORE, WE CAN START RECEIVING AND SENDING MAIL. NO PHONE TO CALL FROM, AND NO INTERNET TO E-MAIL FROM.

THE WHOLE UNIT IS SCATTERED, SO EVEN IF I GET WHAT YOU NEED IT’LL TAKE FOREVER TO GET IT TO YOU. LET ME PULL THOSE LETTERS BACK OUT. OH WAIT. I DID LAUNDRY AND SOME UNDERWEAR THATS DRY, FELT HARD, OH WELL, WAIT A SECOND, K

I HAD TO FOLD SOME T-SHIRTS. ALL MY SOCKS ARE STILL DAMP.

YOU CAN USE MY CONTRACT TO SHOW THAT I ENLISTED IN TEXAS AND HOWS THIS

*On a separate sheet my dad wrote a detailed note for my mom to give to someone to confirm that he did want to buy a house. He writes “I AM ALIVE AND WELL.” and “PLEASE ACCEPT THIS PAPER”, then he signed it with his scribble signature, and underneath it wrote his name in print and added “1st SQUADRON 10th CAVALRY HEADQUARTERS TROOP (I have no clue what this means)*

HOW’S THAT? HOPE I SPELLED EVERYTHING CORRECTLY. IM ALMOST READY WITH A DESIGN TO COVER THE OTHER TATTOOS ON MY LEFT FOREARM.

I JUST FINISHED LOOKING OVER ALL THOSE LETTERS YOU SENT FOR ME

IM BACK! I GOT SLEEPY SO I TRYED TO LAY DOWN FOR A LITTLE BIT. NO SLEEP. I DONT THINK. I DIDNT HAVE ENOUGH WATER TO WASH MY DCV’S AND A PAIR OF BDV’S. BESIDES FOR DRINKING WATER, BUT WE HAVE TO CONSERVE IT.

LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT THE RUMORS. TOMORROW WE’LL BE LEAVING FOR THE IRAN/IRAQ BORDER TO DO “PEACE KEEPING” FOR 3 TO 6 mths. OTHERS SAY THAT THE 4ID (i think is what this says) GENERAL WANTS TO KEEP US HERE TILL NOV., THATS WHEN 1 CAV WILL COME TO REPLACE US. WHILE OTHERS SAY WE MIGHT LEAVE BY JUNE. NOTHINGS FOR SURE.

SMALLER RUMORS FLOATING AROUND THE SITE ARE; RAMSEY AND SFC BACON ARE SLEEPING TOGETHER. SGT SIREK HAS PLANS TO TAKE NIETO AS HIS APPRENTICE AND PADIWAN LEARNER OF THE DARK SIDE. LITTLE BLACK ARNOLD IS MILITARY INTELLIGENCE FOR SPECIAL FORCES OPERATING UNDER COVER A SURVEILLENCE AS PART OF

*the rest of the page is blank*

IM BACK. TODAY IS THE 27th. I GOT BACK TO THE LITTLE CAMP AREA ABOUT AN HOUR AND A HALF AGO. I LEFT YESTERDAY MORNING TO, WELL, AS PART OF DE-CON (DE-CONTAMINATION) MISSION. HERES THE INFORMATION THAT I GATHERED.

A SITE HAD BEEN FOUND THAT WAS THOUGHT TO HAVE CHEMICAL WEAPONS AND 1-10 WAS APPOINTED TO GO TO THE SITE AND DE-CON THE CIVILIANS THAT WERE GOING TO OPEN THEM. AS IT TURNS OUT THE CIVILIANS HAVE BEEN DE-LAYED AND WOULD BE SET BACK 1 DAY.

THE NBC TEAM THAT I WAS WITH WERENT PREPARED TO STAY OVER NIGHT AND AS FORCASTED BY SSG MINOR WE MIGHT HAVE HAD TO STAY 3 TO 4 DAYS. EVERYBODY WAS PISSED.

LATELY ITS BEEN GETTING REALLY COLD AT NIGHT AND WE JUST HAPPENED TO BE NEAR A RUNNING RIVER. SO THE, ITS ABOUT 9 O’CLOCK AND IM BEAT, NO SLEEPING BAG OR ANYTHING TO COVER UP WITH AND I DECIDE TO TRY AND SLEEP. I GET AS COMFORTABLE AS POSSIBLE AND I GET ATTACKED BY MOSQUITOS. NOW IM PISSED SO I DECIDED TO JUST TO STAY UP ALL NIGHT. ABOUT 10PM ONE OF THE HEMTT (this might just say “hemi”, I don’t know) FUELERS SHOWS UP AND SGT TORRES SAYS HE HAS EVERYBODYS SLEEPING BAG! THE SITES ABOUT 45 MINS AWAY AND THEY LEFT SOMETIME MID AFTERNOON TO GET OUR SHIT, I HATE THESE PEOPLE.

RIGHT NOW ITS 9:01 PM AND ITS 11:02 AM YOUR TIME. I MISS YOU.

RIGHT NOW IM GOING TO ADDRESS AN ENVELOPE AND HAVE IT READY TO SEND TOMMOROW THE 28th. IM SORRY IF IT SEEMS THAT IM NOT WRITING VERY OFTEN. FOR A WHILE WE COULDN’T. AND NOW THAT IT SEEMS WE MIGHT BE HERE A LITTLE WHILE, THEYVE KEPT ME REALLY BUSY. LET ME ADDRESS THE ENVELOPES (he drew a star here)

ALL DONE. I THOUGHT ABOUT THE HOUSE A LOT TODAY AND YESTERDAY. IM SURE BY THE TIME THIS LETTER REACHES YOU, YOU’LL HAVE EITHER GOTTEN IT OR GAVE IT UP. IM O.K. WITH EITHER DECISION YOUVE MADE.

YOUVE KEPT THIS FAMILY TOGETHER, AND THAT MAKES ME PROUD. YOUR SMART, ATTRACTIVE AND FUNNY. AND YOU DONT TAKE ANY SHIT FROM ANYBODY. I LOVE YOU.

I HOPE THAT OUR DAUGHTER TURNS OUT TO BE LIKE YOU.

I GUESS ILL MAIL THIS TOMORROW, FIRST THING, SO

EVER YOURS

EVER MINE

*my dad signed it with his scribble, and wrote his name under it. under that are hearts and x’s with my mom’s name and then my name under hers.*

#very personal but where the fuck am i gonna put them? you know where i kinda cant lose them?#letters from the guy that was my dad #pt 1 #long post

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barnesandrogersfanfics · 4 years

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Home - Intro

Summary: Fresh out of a divorce, Y/N moves to Sun Valley for a fresh start, a house left to her by her aunt and a new job as a nanny.

James 'Bucky' Barnes owns a law firm and has been left with three kids after his wife died giving birth to their youngest.

Bucky is nervous about leaving the kids with a nanny but he cant keep finding babysitters and the kids need someone more permanent around.

If you had asked me a year ago where id be right now, i would have said happily married, maybe a kid on the way?

But oh how wrong i was.

I was standing in my new home (a house left to me by my aunt that i was planning on selling!) with two suitcases of my belongings, no husband, no kids.... just me.

I stood looking around the fully furnished house and sighed, it was a lovely house, a bit outdated but i could work on that gradually....I wouldn't be here that often anyway. Before making the move i had applied for a nannying job in town, single father with 3 kids, he called me within the hour to have a phone interview that lasted over an hour. 20 minutes after the call he offered me the job. He was either impressed or desperate, i hadn't worked that out yet!

I dragged my suitcases upstairs and chose a bedroom, i unpacked the suitcases hanging up clothes in the wardrobe. Found some clean sheets and changed the bedsheets before turning in for the night. I had to be at the Barnes residence at 7:30am tomorrow to meet them all in person.

Dressed in blue jeans and purple cable knit sweater i headed to the car and made my way to the Barnes residence.

Pulling up in the 3 car garage as directed i sat leaning forward so i could take in the size of the place! It was huge! Clearly the man made ALOT of money!!

"Well shit" i quietly mumbled to myself grabbing my purse from the passenger seat and making my way up to the front door. The door opened before i even reached it and a young blonde woman opened the door with a tight smile.

"You must be Y/N"

"Yeah, thats me. Hi" i replied giving her a polite smile.

"Im Chloe, Mr Barnes's assistant. He is just finishing up a call, he asked me to show you in"

"Great"

I followed Chloe through the huge house into the living room, i couldn't help but worry about getting lost in here!

"Just wait here he wont be long" Chloe said before turning and making a quick getaway. I sat on the edge of the sofa, knee shaking nervously as i looked around the room, the place was spotless considering three kids lived here.

"Im so sorry Miss Y/L/N, unexpected early morning problems to deal with" a deep voice suddenly said from behind making me stand up to turn and great my new employer.

When i saw him i felt my breath catch in my throat, the man was beautiful! ....i was NOT expecting that at all!

"Its not a problem Mr Barnes" i smiled trying to ignore the fact he was the prettiest man id ever seen in my life!!

"Please have a seat"

"Thank you"

"Its nice to finally put a face to the name" he smiled looking a little surprised himself, maybe he was expecting an older woman??

"Yeah it sure is, i have to admit your a lot younger than i thought you'd be"

"I get that alot, we started young" he chuckled taking a seat on the sofa across from me "so how did the move go?"

"It was fine, i got in yesterday. Still gotta make it feel like home you know"

"I get that" he nodded looking around the room "i've lived here for 3 years and still doesn't feel like a home. As i said i work alot, i havent had time to do much with the place"

"Its a beautiful home Mr Barnes"

"Please call me James, Mr Barnes is so formal"

"Okay sure, in that case you have to call me Y/N" i smiled "so where are the kids? Its very quiet in here considering you have three young ones"

"Oh it wont stay like that for long, trust me! They stayed at their Uncle Steve's last night while i got the house cleaned. Couldn't have you turning up to messy house on your first day, you would have run a mile"

"I dont mind a bit of mess, its kinda expected when kids are involved anyway" i shrugged.

"I guess its inevitable" he smiled running his hand over his stubbled jaw "So, the hours i need you will vary depending on my work load. Some days i'll be home early and you can head home, others i may get held up and need you to stay"

"Yeah thats fine, im flexible with hours anyway" i nodded "being new to town i dont have any commitments, i'll welcome the distraction to be honest"

"No family or friends in town?"

"Nope, its just me. My aunt left me the farm house when she passed away a few months ago.... i had every intention of selling the place but..... well things changed and i decided a fresh start would be best"

"Well if you ever need anything dont hesitate to ask me"

"Thank you Mr Barnes.... sorry, i mean James" i felt myself blush slightly but he just smiled at me.

"I'll get a room set up for you here too, i dont expect you stay late then drive home. Id feel much better if you would just stay over when that happens"

"Okay, that sounds practical"

"I want you to feel comfortable with us, you will become a big part of our lives. I mean I'm trusting you with the most important things in my life"

"Im sure we'll get along great, and you dont have to worry. I will treat them like they were my own, they will be perfectly safe with me i promise you"

"BUCK WE'RE HOME!" A voice called suddenly followed by the sounds of running and laughing.

"Incoming" He stood up chuckling raising his eyebrows, the door burst open and two girls came busting through the door and dived at him. James scooped up both girls planted kisses on their faces making them giggle.

"How are my girls?"

"We good daddy, uncle Stevie gave us chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast!" The smaller of the two said happily.

"He did?? Did you save me some?"

"Dont be silly daddy"

"Who are you?" The eldest of the two asked me suddenly looking suspicious.

"Im Y/N"

"You daddy's girlfriend?"

"No sweetheart, this is Y/N. She's going to be looking after you while im at work"

"No more Mrs Fisher???"

"Nope"

"YES!! she was mean!.... your not mean are you?"

"I dont think so" i laughed finding it amusing.

"Y/N's not mean at all! I think you guys are gonna get along just fine" James said smiling.

"Hey Buck" a tall blonde man appeared in the doorway with a toddler in his arms.

"Hey Steve, this is Y/N. Our new nanny"

Steve's eyebrows shot up quickly, he looked at James then over to me before smiling.

"Hi, nice to meet you" he held out his free hand for me to shake.

"You too, you must be uncle Steve"

"Guilty" he smiled before passing the baby over to James.

"Okay, so i guess i should introduce you to the kids".

A/N: I will add a ‘keep reading’ later, i still cant do it on mobile!! 🤬

#bucky x you #sebastian stan #chris evans #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #home

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backtobackbakubabe · 4 years

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Baby its Cold Outside (PART 9)

Bakugo x Reader

Have you seen this man

**** Warning**** This chapter has a bit more graphic violence than the others.

Words : 2810

PART 1 HERE, PART 2 HERE, PART 3 HERE PART 4 HERE PART 5 HERE , PART 6 HERE PART 7 HERE PART 8 HERE PART 9 HERE PART 10 HERE PART 11 HERE PART 12 HERE PART 13 HERE PART 14 HERE

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You actually got pulled to duty today, so naturally you just had to be feeling under the weather. Any other day of the week you could sit at your desk or hell just lay on one of the many couches in the break room, but nope. Not today. Today you need to go assist in a bank robbery. It was a simple call. They just needed you to pop in and get the hostages out. Piece of cake. From what you understood there was only four hostages and only two villains. Walk in the park.

But because you were already having a bad day it would only make sense if it got worse from there. So you arrive on scene and guess who’s already there? Bakugo. And guess who is yelling like the mad man he is that you don't need to go in there? Again Bakugo.

“Nope. No. I don’t think so! This feels all too familiar. Nope. Cant do it. Go home. I think I can hear Zuko crying from here. You should probably go check on him. I can take care of this...” He probably didn't even know he was doing a full on Deku rant but you weren’t about to point that out to him right now.

“Ground Zero... I appreciate your concern but I was called here specifically. I assume because they knew you’d blow up the building. I’ll have them out in five minutes. Now you can either help me or pout. That part is totally up to you.”

He narrowed his eyes at you, probably not appreciating be called Ground Zero. But you were in pubic and trying to be professional. “Okay Adsum..” He threw a little extra sarcasm on your name. “What do you want me to do?”

You gave him a victorious smile, “I’m glad you asked. I can do this a lot faster if the villains are distracted. So do what you do best. Yell at them, blow things up, get their attention. And once I’ve got them all out you can go Lord Explosion Murder all over the place... Sound good?”

He ground his teeth, “Yeah whatever just hurry...”

Before the accident Bakugo wouldn't have bated an eyelash at you doing something like this. Now it was like pulling teeth.

You ended up pulling everything off flawlessly. Only minor damages but that’s only to be expected when Bakugo’s involved.

You endured the strobes of flashing cameras as the press yelled praise and questions. But neither you nor Bakugo paid them any attention. In fact you wanted to get as far away as possible. You started to feel light headed and you thought you were going to vomit any second now. Once you were far enough away you bolted towards a trash can and emptied your breakfast.

Bakugo was at you in an instant holding your hair and rubbing your back, “Oi... you okay? You pushing yourself too hard again? I don’t care how small she is, I’ll fucking fight Dylan.”

You pulled a tissue out of your pocket and wiped your mouth. “I dont think it’s Dylan. I think I’m just sick. I wasn't feeling too hot before I even came in today. But now that I think of it, We did have a harder day yesterday than we usually do. She had me pushing myself to see how many times I could teleport in under a minute.” You gave him a proud smile, “I got all the way up to 30. Thats once every two seconds.”

He brushed a few hairs out of your face, “As proud as I am of you, you need to take better care of yourself. I know you say she knows your limits and everything but I still dont think there’s a chance in hell she knows your limits better than you do.” You went to protest but he gave you a pointed look, “Can you please take the rest of the day off? Just go home and get some rest. You clearly need it. ”

“Ugh, fine... but only if you bring home some ice cream later...”

He laughed, “You and your damn ice cream. Yes I will bring you ice cream. Cookies and cream or chocolate chip cookie dough?”

You gave him puppy dog eyes, “Both?”

He smirked, “How could I say no to that. Alright you got yourself a deal. Now get out of here before I throw you over my shoulder and drag you home myself.”

You wagged your eyebrows, “Oh yeah?”

He thumped you between the eyes, “Oi! We are at work women! Contain yourself.... you also just threw up...soooo I will give you a professional hand shake goodbye.”

He held his hand out and you just rolled you eyes. You held your hand out as well but before it met his you popped behind him and smacked his ass. “Report me to HR... I dare you.” And then you popped away in the direction of your apartment before he could scold you. You ended up ditching the costume and packing it away in your backpack. You called a cab because you really were not feeling well.

You didn't know if the cab driver was staring at you periodically because he recognized you or if he thought you might throw up in his cab. Either way he didn't make any attempts at conversation which you were thankful for.

You quickly took a half ass shower and brushed your teeth before going straight to bed. You passed out a soon as your head hit the pillow.

You woke up hours later to the loud ringing of your cell phone. You checked the time before you answered. It’s a little past midnight, Katsuki should have been home by now.

The caller ID said Kiri and your heart sank. With shaky hands you clicked answer, “He..” You cleared your throat, “Hey Kiri? What’s with the late night phone call? You wouldn't happen to know where Bakugo is would you?”

“That’s actually why I’m calling! I’m on my way to get you. I’ll explain everything when I get there. Just get dressed and get ready to go. Zuko too! Dont answer the door for anyone who isn't me!”

He hung up before you could ask what was going on. Truly panicking now you jumped out of bed and started digging around for clothes. You were pulling on your shoes while simultaneously trying to locate Zuko’s leash when a loud bang came from the other side of the door.

“Hey Bitch! Open up the damn door! We know you’re in there! Dont make me break this shit down!”

Zuko started growling as you looked through the peephole. You gasped, it was the cab driver from earlier. He did recognize you. And he brought a friend.

“Your little boyfriend aint here to protect you now is he! Not like he was the night he killed my brother! My brothers dead because of you!”

You had no idea what the mad man was talking about but it was enough to send chills down your spine. You didn't want to risk having to fight them one on one. You still felt too sick for that. You knew Kiri was on the way so you could wait util he got there... *CRACK*

They had started kicking at the door now. “Shit...”

“We’re going to make you pay for what you did you little bitch!”

*CRACK*

“Then when we’re done, we’ll take out that that little shit stain Ground Zero!”

*CRACK*

“Then we’ll track down every girl you saved that night!”

*CRACK*

You ran to the kitchen and took one of Bakugo’s really expensive knives. Surely he’d forgive you for fucking it up. You returned to the door that was only about one hard push from coming off the hinges. You focused really hard as you squeezed the knife in your hand. Then there was a slight pop and the knife was gone.

“WHAT THE FUCK!” You looked through the peephole again but this time the cab drivers buddy had a knife... Bakugo’s knife, the one you were just holding, lodged in his chest. You did it.... You had teleported the knife through the door.

Before you had a chance to back away from the door, the cab driver threw his shoulder into it, effectively taking it off its hinges and throwing you to the ground. “Fuck!” You tried to scramble to your feet but he caught your ankle.

You kicked him in the face twice before he let go. You had barley gotten to your feet when Zuko lunged for him. Bakugo spent a lot of time training him... so it didn't surprise you when he went straight for the throat. But watching as your dogs teeth sank into another man’s throat... it was hard to watch.

The man cried out in alarm but Zuko just dug deeper and growled. You eyes went wide, “Zuko! No! Get back here!”

Zuko let go and ran back to you. The man’s blood was pooling around him now as his eyes began to droop close.

You sat down in shock staring at the scene before you. Two dead men. Blood. so much blood. Your breathing was starting to get shallow.

“Holy shit! What happened to don’t open the door for anyone but me?! Y/N! Are you okay?”

Your eyes slowly met Kirishima's, “Where’s Bakugo?”

He grabbed your hand and started pulling you out of the apartment and down the hallway. “I’ll tell you in the car... Come on Zuko!”

You sped off with Kirishima checking his rearview mirror periodically. He didn't ease up until he was almost to the agency you worked at. “Okay so here's the deal. So as you just discovered some quirkless cabdriver found out where you and Bakugo live. He sent a threat along with some pictures of you walking into the building to Bakugo.”

You gasped but Kirishima wasn't done, “Yeah but what's worse is he also sent it to the league of villains. Told them you were the one who messed up their human trafficking deal and Bakugo was the one who blew up some of their best men. You both have pretty big targets on your back right now. And Bakugo being Bakugo... he....”

Your hands gripped the leather armrest, “Kiri don’t tell me he went off on his own... KIRISHIMA WHERE IS HE?!”

He gave you a sad look, “We don’t know. He called me and told me to get you out of the apartment and then hung up... That was an hour ago.”

Your eyes welled with tears. He’s so stupid. always yelling at you for not waiting for back up and now he thinks he can just show up alone to fight the League of villains of all people!

“Where are you taking me?”

“Technically I’m supposed to bring you to the agency while we wait this out... but...”

You leaned forward, “But what?”

“But we’re going to meet up with Deku, Todoroki, and Denki and where going to go get him.”

“I thought you said you didn't know where he was?”

He gave you a shit eating grin, “I dont. But we happen to know where all the League of Villain hideouts are. All we need now is for you to teleport to each one. Find him and report back. They’re all within a few miles of each other. I know it’s kind of pushing it but Bakugo told me you once teleported 15 miles.”

You nodded, “By accident sure, but my range has gone up! Its almost to three miles now... He’ll kill you for this you know? He won't want me involved in this at all.”

He rubbed his neck, “Well that's a risk I’m willing to take to get his dumb ass home.”

Half an hour later you along with the others were huddled around a map with all possible locations circled. Todoroki pointed to a spot almost exactly in the middle if the others, “That’s where we are right now. This spot is about 5 to 10 miles from all possible locations. Y/n. We need you to teleport to each of them until you find them. When you do, do not engage. Teleport back to us. You’ll take me first, then Midoriya, them Kaminari, and lastly Kirishima. Do you understand?”

You nodded, “I’m going to be honest.. I don’t know how efficient Ill be. I’ve only been working on this kind of thing for a month or so. I’ll likely have to teleport two or three times to get to each location. Do you have pictures?”

He shook his head, “No I apologize we do not. Are you sure you’re up to it?”

You cracked your knuckles, “Which one first?”

You popped in and out. Running into trees, and ponds, and whatever else was in your way. You had to stop to throw up nice or twice, but you never did it in front of the other heros. They didn't need to see you were sick. You were on to the fourth location when you made a mental note to thank Dylan profusely when this is all over. Without her intense training you don’t know if you could have done any of this.

This stretch only took you two teleports to get there. You were breathing heavy with a sweat soaked shirt when you heard it, the familiar sound of an explosion. “Katsuki?” You were hiding in a couple of trees that surrounded a barn. You teleported to the top of the closest tree and look down. Sure enough there he was. You were itching to go to him. To drag him out by his ear. But you had a job to do. You took one last look at his blonde head. Hoping he would still be here when you got back.

In one long stretch that made your muscles scream in protest you teleported back to your friends, “I found him now lets go. We need to hurry!”

Shouto stepped up and you spat a quick, “Hold your breath.” And you were off. You dropped him by the same tree you had just stood under and pointed in Bakugo’s direction, “Hes that way. Just listen for the yelling and the explosions.”

Without waiting for a response you went back to get Midoriya. When you dropped him off you started to feel dizzy. Not good. You leaned on a tree and gripped your head. Through gritted teach you made it back for Kaminari.

When you came for Kiri you couldn’t help it. You threw up.

“Shit Y’n are you okay?”

“Yeah I just have the flue or something. Just give me a minute.”

A minute turned to twenty and you could still hardly pick your head up. Kiri came and knelt next to you. “Hey they made it out okay. They took him kicking and screaming, but they got out. I just got off the phone with Midoriya. What do you say we get you to a hotel room and get you something to eat huh? My treat. It’s the least I can do after I basically volunteered you for this.”

You wanted to protest but your stomach gave you away. You hadn't eaten anything since breakfast, and you had thrown that up a long time ago. “Yeah I could really use some food. I’m fucking starving.”

You called ahead and ordered a room as well as enough food for a small family. Kirishima got the room next to yours and told you to let him know if you needed anything.

You opened the door and the smell of pizza, chicken nuggets, and mac and cheese hit you. You couldn't decide what you wanted so you had ordered it all. You needed a little comfort food. You deserved this.

You had devoured the mac and cheese and was about to dig into the pizza when you heard the click of the door.

You grabbed your fork tightly as you stepped over to see who it was.

“They didn't have cookie dough, so I could only get you cookies and cream.. I hope thats okay..”

You dropped your fork and flung yourself at him, “You’re so fucking stupid you know that! You cant do that to me. I was so scared!”

He slowly wrapped his arms around you, nuzzling his nose through your hair, “I know. I’m sorry. I just.... I saw red. I couldn't let them get to you. The only thing on my mind was to protect you. And then Kirishima told me they went to the apartment anyways. SHIT are you okay? I heard you stabbed a guy..?”

You flinched, “Well not exactly. I teleported the knife through the door... Zuko handled the other guy. Speaking of which he needs a bath... He has blood in his fur...”

He cupped your face in his hands, “Later when were both not emotionally exhausted I’d like to talk about how badass and impressive you are. But nows not the time.” He looked to Zuko who was wagging his tail at his feet, “Thank you for looking out for our girl.” He gave him a quick pat on the head

You pulled away from his embrace and ran to the bathroom and threw up for probably the fifth time today.

“Damn Y/n I’m sorry. I was the one who asked you to take the day off and then you had to go and work so fucking hard just so you guys could find me. I’m such a dumbass. I’m sorry.”

You leaned against the tub, “You're not a complete dumbass. You still remembered the ice cream.”

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holylulusworld · 5 years

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( Jensen, Angst + Fluff; hunter reader who is Dean's girlfriend + Prompt: “This can't be happening")

Summary: Y/N wakes up next to the man she loves, at least she thought so.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader, Dean x Reader (brief), Sam Winchester, Castiel, Jared Padalecki, Genevieve Padalecki. Other Y/N

Warnings: angst, language, tension, making-out, AU Universes (like the French Mistake), violence, switching places, fluff, implied smut (barely), a slight Sir kink

Warmth, it’s the first thing you feel when you wake up next to Dean. His arms wrapped around your waist he nuzzles his nose into your neck.

“Dean…” You whimper as he starts nipping at your neck.

“Uh-huh, …you are in this mood today?” Dean says but something isn’t right with his voice. It’s not as deep as usual.

“Baby are you sick? Your voice sounds odd.” You stammer.

“No…I’m fine…but you need ‘the Dean’ this morning.” He says and his voice is back to normal.

Turning around in his embrace you look up at him and your hand slides over his cheek and you wonder again.

Since when is his skin so soft?

He almost looks like he’s wearing make-up but then his lips press against yours and you open your mouth to let him slide his tongue inside.

His cock stirs in his pants as you grind against him. You never were that forward, that open in the bedroom before.

“Fuck…so hot…” Dean groans as you flip him onto his back.

Your hands slide over his chest and you want to kiss him but then your eyes land on his tattoo or rather the place where it should be.

“Where is your tattoo, Dean? You ask looking around the foreign room.

“Baby, we should stop playing ‘make me the Dean’. Can’t we just be Y/N and Jensen?” He asks and you freeze.

“Who is Jensen and why am I wearing a wedding band? Oh, god…did we get drunk and married. Is this a joke of you and Sammy again?” You ask and the man underneath you doesn’t seem to understand.

“Y/N? Are you alright? Did you hit your head? I mean last night you were alright. What’s this obsession with the show out of the blue?”

“Show?”

“Supernatural, Baby. Did you forget about my role too?”

“Oh, god…you are Jensen Ackles…” You gasp.

“Last time I checked my ID card I was…” Jensen stammers looking at you.

“This can’t be happening…not again.” You curse.

“What’s wrong, Baby? Shall I call Gen and Jared?”

“I don’t know what’s wrong. I went to sleep in the bunker next to Dean and now I’m here once again. Did you do this? I mean was last time not enough. We already fucked last time…oh…shit…”

“Baby?”

“I can’t explain…you don’t remember…don’t you?”

“Uh…you mean the odd dream where you were the role you are playing. That was years ago and you remember? I mean we weren’t a pair back then and you told me you are not my Y/N. After you found no way ‘back home’ we had the hottest sex ever…damn all the things you did to me…”

“Don’t remind me! I couldn’t look Dean in the eyes for weeks and then we did it too…” You mutter climbing off Jensen’s lap.

“Okay, this is getting ridiculous, Baby.”

“I’m not your Baby, Jensen…okay. Some angel dick or someone else must’ve switched me and your Y/N once again. She better not touches my Dean.” You curse pacing around the room.

“You are serious…damn…I’ll call, Jared and Gen.”

----

“Just relax, Y/N. I know you are confused but this is Sam, that’s Cas and I’m Dean. I guess we all know by now you are not my Y/N…once again. This can’t be happening, Cas…” Dean says looking at the foreign Y/N in his bed. She looks exactly like you but at the same time completely different.

“Damn, who is behind this?” Sam curses handling the Y/N in Dean’s bed a flannel.

“Got no clue. We had no trouble with angels lately and I don’t think Castiel sent us into an alternative universe. Means only Y/N got switched once again. That Jensen asshole better does not touch her again!” Dean yells and the woman in his bed flinches.

“I don’t know what you are talking about, Jay. This is not funny! Jared, tell him to stop this nonsense! Misha almost got killed last time you two did this!” She yells now.

“Lady calm down. You are not my Y/N, and I’m not Jensen Ackles, okay. I’m Dean Winchester, this is my brother Sam and Castiel, the angel. I know our life is a show in your world but here…” Pointing around the bunker Dean locks eyes with the foreign Y/N. “…here all the shit is real. So, sit over there, drink your coffee and we are going to switch you back.”

“How?” Sam asks.

“I don’t know, dude! I want my girl back!” Dean curses while Castiel tries to remain calm. He’s got no clue how to get you back.

----

“She said she’s Y/N from the show…like last time?” Jared asks glancing over to you pacing around the room.

“Yeah…I mean she acts like back then…in bed too…if you know what I mean.”

“Damn…what now? Shall we call a doctor?”

“No, dude! What if…I mean…everyone told us we were on set back then but we weren’t. Even Genevieve told us I called her the ‘fake Ruby’. What if this is not a joke or something my wife imagines, Jare?”

“Are you nuts?” Jared whispers.

“No…I mean…what if?”

“Seriously? You are talking about different universes now? Did you play Dean for too long?”

“Jared. Yesterday my wife went to bed like always and this morning she is different and I like it. Damn my cock never was that hard…believe me, if she wouldn’t have tried to break my arm after I tried to kiss her I would bend her over the bed and fuck her right now.” Jensen groans licking his lips.

“Guys? Shall I talk to her?” Gen asks entering the room.

“You brought Ruby here? How did you bring her back? That bitch is dead for almost ten years by now!”

“Y/N?” Gen gasps and you can see the hurting all over her face.

“Sorry…I was trying to get into my role. Thought it would be funny to trick all of you for a while.” You lie.

“Damn…Baby! You scared the shit out of me.” Jensen pants moving his arms around you while pressing his hard cock against your leg.

“Tell your friends to go home and we can finish what we started.” You whisper and his cock twitches.

“Fuck…yeah…”

----

“Did you meet someone strange? Maybe you touched something in a store or at the flea market yesterday.” Sam says.

“Uh…no. I mean I was bored and looked around on my own. Y/N got pissed and said that sometimes she wished I would be more attentively or more interested in things she likes.” Dean stammers remembering your sad face. “I told her to find someone new... then we went to bed…angry…for the first time in over 8 years, Sammy. What if I do not get her back?”

“Did you touch something or Y/N?”

“A mirror. She liked it and bought it. It’s in our room.” Dean says and Sam nods at Castiel.

“We will get her back, Dean. Now let Castiel and me check the mirror and if it’s an artifact. I called Rowena too. Maybe she can help.”

“Okay…” Dean whispers glancing at the foreign Y/N on his bed. He can see the fear all over her face and wishes he could take it away…

----

“What happened last night?” You ask sliding your hands over Jensen’s chest as you straddle his lap.

“You don’t remember?” Jensen asks cocking a brow.

“Not really…”

“Well, we had a fight, a terrible fight. You wanted to buy something in that antique store, a mirror and I didn’t listen. I was too busy talking to Misha on my phone.”

“Mirror? Did we buy it?”

“Yeah…it’s in the bathroom. Can we go back to what we did before we got distracted? I’m painfully hard, Baby.” Jensen groans and you almost feel pity for him.

“Hmm…wait…” Showing mercy you cup his face to kiss him softly. It feels wrong, he looks so much like Dean, but it’s not him but you need to distract him to…well use the handcuffs you found in his nightstand.

“Baby? Fuck…you want to play? Never thought you would be doing this again with me…” Jensen groans and you shrug.

“Sorry, Jay but I will not cheat on Dean. Your wife will be back soon, just tell her you want to try new things. I bet she likes it…try to call her good girl and let her call you Sir or spank her ass playfully. I’m into hair pulling too. If she’s only a bit like me, she will come like never before…” You chuckle walking into the bathroom to check the mirror.

----

“Okay…Rowena said both Y/N’s need to touch the mirror at the same time.” Sam explains and Dean rolls his eyes.

“How shall we know my girl is touching the mirror right now?” Dean mutters.

“We have to let this Y/N touch it the whole time. Also, she needs to wish to be back to her world…her life, back at the side of the man she loves.” Castiel says and Dean falls silent.

“What if she doesn’t want to come back? What if he’s giving her something I can’t give her?”

“Dean…let’s do this. Y/N loves you, you know that.”

“Lady…uh…Y/N. Can you…”

“I’ve got this. I might not be your Y/N but I play her long enough to understand what it takes to bring me back. If your Y/N only loves you half as much as I love Jensen she wants to come back for sure.” Jensen’s Y/N says.

“Good. Touch the mirror. Focus on Jensen, your life and the love you feel for him. Just let your love flow.” Sam says and Jensen’s Y/N touches the mirror.

----

Your hands are shaking, and you pray this will work. If the other version of you touched the mirror at the same time it could’ve happened you got switched.

Placing one hand onto the mirror you close your eyes. Remembering all the good times with Dean, the love you feel and the warmth when he holds you tight you let your love flow and the mirror starts glowing.

Opening your eyes, you see yourself in the mirror for a second before you disappear.

“Y/N, are you alright? I can’t get up…are you hurt?” Jensen screams but then he sees his wife walking out of the bathroom.

She has a smile on her lips but then her eyes darken at the sight of her husband tied to the bed.

“Hmm…Jay. Do you want to play Baby? Shall your wife help you out? Look at you…so hard for me.” She swoons and Jensen licks his lips.

“Please…my good girl.” He groans and his wife’s smile grows.

“Yes…Sir…” She whispers.

----

“Y/N? Y/N?” Dean stammers as you fall to the ground. With shaking hands he picks you up to check on you.

“Dean? Shirt off!” You order and he looks at you in confusion.

“Baby?”

“I said shirt off!”

“Fine…” Removing his shirt Dean watches your getting up from the bed to slide your hands over his chest. The tattoo is back at his place and when you touch his cheeks they are scruffy as you like it.

“My Dean…you’re mine. Thank god. His face felt like the butt of a baby.” You chuckle jumping into his arms. “I’m sorry about the fight. I love you.”

“I love you too, Sweetheart…wait…you touched his face?”

“Don’t get jealous. He didn’t get any…just handcuffed him to the bed…”

“Damn…uh…”

“Hmm…did you just get hard, Dean? Does my bad boy need some playtime with his good girl?” You ask and Sam awkwardly leaves the room with Castiel hot on his heels.

“Yeah…missed you. She wasn’t you…”

“He wasn’t you either. Love you…”

“Love you too, Y/N…now back to the handcuffs…”

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mattzerella-sticks · 4 years

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Full. A 15x05 “Proverbs 17:3″ Coda, Sam & Dean, Dean/Castiel

Dean can't think about Chuck back on his bullshit, writing his own timeline of their lives without their input. He can't think about Cas, his angel ignoring their calls and following through with his promise to 'move on'. Can't think about the end.

What he can do is eat. So he does. And he won't let anyone stop him, especially Sam.

But there's only so much he can stuff down. What happens when there's no more room, and he has to deal with what's left? Will he be strong enough?

Dean frowns at the mess waiting for him in the sink. Plates stacked upon plates with smears of foodstuffs and crumbs on their surfaces. Some wet from being repeatedly drowned whenever he turned the sink on and others dry because of how long they sat going unwashed.

Sighing, Dean adds another plate to the stack. Careful to place it where it won’t fumble, slide, and clatter against the rest. Then he grabs another from the above cabinet’s short supply, walks to the fridge and begins searching for his next meal.

Weighing the roast beef leftovers with his hands Dean guesses there’s enough to slice off and make a sandwich with. He grabs a few more ingredients to fill out the sandwich. Sprawls them on the island’s counter, surrounding the plate. Finishes preparation by slapping two pieces of bread down and pulling a knife from the door.

Sam finds him squirting mayonnaise on one of the bread pieces.

He walks in sifting through cards, brows scrunched together. “Dean?” he asks, “Have you seen our fake press passes?”

Dean spreads the mayonnaise with the knife blindly, watching his brother. “Why do you need those?”

“Figured after our last hunt we should update our old credentials so they, y’know, so they look like us.”

“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” Dean huffs, “maybe I got a few more wrinkles but that’s it.”

“ Sure, Dean .” Sarcasm drips from Sam’s words like icing off a warm cake. Dean lets it slide off him. Focuses instead on plastering the lettuce onto the mayonnaise so it will stick. However, while he presses his hand flat against the greens, Dean feels his skin burn under a focused spotlight. Glancing up he meets his brother’s gaze.

“What?”

“You’re eating,” Sam starts, lips pursed, “ again .”

Dean pauses with the tomato, squeezing it. “So?” he asks, “I got a healthy appetite.”

Unimpressed, Sam’s mouth implodes and stretches into a flat line. “Funny. That’s exactly what you said after you made that 50’s spread for breakfast… and made at least three different lunches… buffet dinner. This is…?”

He shrugs. “A midnight snack?”

“It’s not even midnight!”

“Fine, a nine-forty-five snack?”

Sam shakes his head, striding forward and closing the distance between them. Stopping at the island, across from him, he slides the IDs onto the edge. Quickly sneaking a peek, Dean sees a babyface version of himself smiling up at the ceiling. Laughing, probably because he knew the Federal Booby Inspector badge was a stupid risk that would pay off. Unaware of all the crap he’d have to wade through that made the first half of his life seem like a cakewalk. His brother clears his throat, drawing his attention back to him.

“Hey,” Sam says, voice soft and expectant in the way Dean hates . Like he cornered some injured animal, ready to snap. “Everything okay?”

Dean licks his wounds and snarls. “Peachy. Why wouldn’t it be?”

“Well, you seemed pretty down yesterday,” Sam dredges up the memory of the conversation from yesterday. Learning Chuck still kept a vested interest in ‘guiding’ them in their lives. Dean brushes his fingers against one of Lillith’s cuts, remembering how after Sam went to the library for research Dean hid in the kitchen and ate cookies, ice cream, and pretzels dipped in frosting. Fell asleep with a spoon in his mouth, slumped against the fridge.

“Of course,” Dean says, “it was a hell of a day.”

Sam nods, tapping his finger against Dean’s face. Each point of contact makes Dean flinch somewhat. Trying to carry on with what he was doing, Dean sets the tomato on a nearby cutting board. Cleans the knife with a rag and gently slices through it.

“Have you heard from Cas yet?”

The knife stops halfway into the second cut, Dean seizing. Eyes glued to the tomato, watching the juices slowly ooze from where he wounded it, he swallows around the lump in his throat. “No,” he tells him, “he hasn’t answered you yet?”

Sighing, Sam finally stops tapping and snatches the tiny bit of tomato Dean already chopped. He pops it into his mouth. “I’m starting to get worried,” he says, “it’s not like him to be radio silent.”

“I mean, yeah…” Dean says, continuing cutting with careful movements.

“Do you think maybe Chuck did something -”

“ No. ” A sharp whack accompanies him, startling Sam. “Look, Sam,” he continues, pointing the knife at him, “just because Cas hasn’t hit you back doesn’t mean something bad happened. Maybe he’s busy. Maybe he doesn’t want to talk to us.” A panicked filter warps his voice. “Y’know maybe he decided, with all this free will, that he’d rather spend time with people who aren’t us and start fresh elsewhere. Maybe that ’s it.”

“Dean,” Sam says, careful with his approach, “It’s okay. Please calm down -”

“I am calm!” Dean shouts, knife waving wildly, “I’m also fed up hearing about this. About everything. ...Who cares?”

“ I do,” Sam tells him, “And so should you? What’s gotten into you?”

He won’t answer. Instead he returns the knife to the tomato. Slicing through it with enough force to scare his brother away from the path that tempts him.

Except he can’t be scared so easily. Sam rounds the island to question further. “Seriously,” he says, “Cas hasn’t answered us for this long and you’re not bouncing up the walls? You get sent to his voicemail one time and you think he’s found trouble and are raring to get out of here. This isn’t like you, Dean.”

“What?” he sighs, “You think this is Chuck again? Now he’s messing with how I react to things?”

“No! Maybe? I… I don’t know!” Sam bites his lip, his silence distracting Dean while he moves in for the next cut. “Because every time I try and talk about Cas you somehow change the subject and -”

“ Sonofabitch !”

Dean stumbles backwards and into the counter, hissing while pressing one hand against his palm. Sam’s eyes widen as he takes in the entire scene. From the droplets of blood mixing with the pooling tomato juice on the cutting board to his brother staring at his palm in disbelief.

“Dean?” Sam asks, “Dean did you cut yourself?”

His mouth opens and shuts, but no words escape.

Sam sighs, advancing towards his brother. About a few steps away Dean’s gaze jumps from his wound to him. Green eyes, usually so confident, were shaken by the accident. Sam’s figure looks warped like by some funhouse mirror. He flinches when Sam raises a hand with spindly fingers reaching for him. “Come on, Dean,” his brother says, “let’s get you patched up.”

The next time Sam inches close, Dean allows him to grab his wrist. First Sam inspects the cut, a clinical sweep detached in a way he wishes to have. But the second he caught sight of angry red that marred his skin Dean’s mind shot down into a terrifying whirlpool of darkness.

It wasn’t the most painful cut he ever received - especially in the past few days. But it was the straw that broke his back. Crueler than all the lives Chuck stole from their story, again and again, because the only one to blame was himself. He made another careless mistake and he now suffers for it. At the end of the day his own worst enemy isn’t sitting behind a computer screen but greets him in every reflection.

He sobs, a broken sound that surprises both of them. Sam turns away from the faucet, where Dean’s hand soaks under the running stream.

“Dean?”

“It… it, it...” he stutters, “it hurts .”

Sam glances at the cut, frown deepening. “I’m sorry if it stings,” he says, “a few more seconds and we can put some antiseptic on, then bandage -”

“Not the damn cut, Sammy,” Dean tells him, “ Everything hurts. In… in here.” He pokes his chest, tears freely flowing and drowning him. “What with Chuck… all that… that happened… Ma, Jack, Rowena, Ketch and… and Cas -” Knees buckling, Dean collapses to the floor. Sam follows and eases him so his knees don’t slam. “It all hurts and I feel so drained and - and empty. Especially after… and I keep eating, and eating, but Sam I’m never full. I… I can’t stop eating, I can’t stop hurting . Hurting everyone ... “

“Hey, hey hey hey hey,” Sam shushes him, squeezing his wrist and dragging him into a hug. Wet hand pressed flat between their chests, Sam rubs his back. “You’re not hurting everyone .”

“I want Chuck to end it already,” Dean admits to Sam’s shoulder, “Before I do it again. You’re the only one who hasn’t left me, Sam. Once you go I… I don’t think I can take anymore losses, man.”

“Don’t say that,” Sam growls, “It’s all Chuck’s fault, Dean. Chuck is controlling our lives - making us run this stupid maze of us. Using us for cheap entertainment to get his rocks off! It’s not you .”

It’s comforting to think it was Chuck pulling his strings in those moments. Dean considered it himself. But Sam only says this because he doesn’t know the whole truth. “It’s partly me,” Dean starts, deflating in Sam’s arms. “Mostly… Chuck put us in this crazy situation but he didn’t… he wasn’t feeding me lines when I said what I did to Cas. Blaming him for everything that went wrong and spitting on eleven years of… of us .”

“What -”?

“And now he’s gone!” Dean chuckles madly, more tears soaking Sam’s shirt, “He… he moved on . I didn’t think he’d do it but he did and I hate every day since.” Gasping, he leans away from Sam to look him in the eyes. Accepting the mild expression of disappointment shadowing his features. “All I want is him here, except every time I think of apologizing I can’t get past this stupid block. It could be fear or - or I’m still angry with Cas. I try and think about why I get this headache and it all becomes so… so confusing . Maybe that’s Chuck or maybe I’m a coward. Can’t talk to him but also can’t live like this… so I stuff my face. Only that’s not working either and I’m… I’m out of options Sam. What do I do?” Dean begs, “What do I do ?”

He quiets after the outburst, waiting for Sam’s response. Sam, his brother who can always see the light in a darkened room. Who can think through the toughest of puzzles and come up with an answer. Who has decades of emotional maturity over Dean who can’t say a few little words his best friend deserves without his palms sweating and jeans dampening. Swallowed his heart more times that there’s nowhere that hasn’t been burned by his stomach acid.

Too much time passes without a response. “Sam?” Dean shakes him, “What do I -”

“I can’t tell you that, Dean.”

“...What?”

“I can’t tell you,” he repeats, smiling, “and neither can Chuck. What happens next between you and Cas that… that’s up to you. I know you can do what’s right.”

“No… no, Sam,” Dean says, body trembling, “I… I can’t. Especially when it comes to Cas, man. My track record with him… I wasn’t always the best to him but he never thought that until… until I…” Chest heaving, Dean wipes away his tears. “I’m a screw up, Sam. I’ve always been… and that’s what I’ll keep being. Chuck doesn’t want me to have any character growth -”

“I wouldn’t say that Dean,” Sam interrupts, stretching forward. Blindly searches atop the counter, he smiles when he finds what he needs. As he brings it closer Dean sees they’re the fake credentials.

“Sam -”

“You’ve changed, Dean,” he shows off the top badge, that same frozen Dean from earlier smiling at him . “Do you think this guy would own up to his mistakes… would he struggle with his feelings… openly admit that he has them so easily like you have… cry in front of me? Dean you’re nothing like you were in the past. These two guys might be the same person but I prefer the you you are now and not the you you were then. He didn’t know who he was, didn’t allow himself the opportunity to explore different parts of himself. Stuck to one path and didn’t question if there were any others. Now you’re right, that on the surface nothing’s really changed… but I think we both know that the boy in this photo is a stranger.”

It’s always hard fighting Sam’s logic, especially with how worn out he feels. Even if he had enough energy to do so, Dean wouldn’t. Because finally Dean agrees with Sam. “It… doesn’t look like me. Like at all.”

Sam laughs, nodding. “I’ve been trying to tell you…”

“Updating these are gonna be a bitch, though,” he grouses, rubbing his eye, “I don’t think there’s a Kinkos left in America.”

Shrugging, Sam tucks the credentials into his shirt pocket. “I’m sure there’s still one kid with a van and a laminator.”

“Probably won’t accept a fake credit card though.”

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.”

Dean smiles. Breathes easier without the crushing weight of his worries on his chest. Shouldering them with Sam proves better than doing so alone. Their mirth dies and his brother returns to the heart of their conversation.

“So,” Sam says, “what do you want to do?”

Dean thinks about it. Reflects on his addled mind, extends his awareness past it and to his body. Checking in from the tips of his fingers to his toes. Relaxing against the island, he stretches his legs in front of him. “Kinda don’t feel like doing much of anything right now,” he admits, “just wanna sit here a while and do nothing.”

“That’s okay.” Sam unfolds himself as well, readying to stand from his crouch. Dean catches him before he fully stands. “What?”

“I... “ Dean can’t meet Sam’s curious gaze. Blushing, he stares at his lap. “I also don’t want to be alone…”

Sam’s mouth forms a perfect circle on its journey to becoming a gentle smile. “Sure, Dean,” he says. Mirroring Dean, Sam joins him on the floor. However where Dean’s feet brush the cabinets, Sam bends his knees to fit his log-like legs in the space.

Together they hide behind the island. Away from Chuck and all the responsibility waiting for them. Soon they won’t be able to run away from all that needs addressing. To be the men they are and face each challenge with courage in their hearts.

But for this moment, they’re the boys they were. Boys they haven’t been since before the fire. Brothers sitting in the kitchen, together.

Many things might change, but the most important things don’t. What Dean believes in, what his angel means to him, and how important his brother is to him.

“I love you, Sam.”

“I love you, too, Dean.”

“...I promise not to kill you if you don’t try and kill me.”

Snickering, Sam shoves at him. “Way to ruin the moment.”

“What?”

#Supernatural #Spn #Spn15 #15x05 #Proverbs 17:3 #Supernatural fanfiction #Spn fanfic #Dean Winchester #Sam Winchester #Destiel #deancas #destiel fanfic #deancas fanfic #Winchester brotherly bonding

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lxvntr · 4 years

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Resting with you

Idol: Felix X reader (minor Chan and seungmin interaction)

Genre: fluff, soft

Word count: 2.2k

Warning: minor cussing

A/N: this is my first fanfic so go easy on me!

“Oh shit I left my wallet at the front desk” you said as you began to rush out the door of your hotel room. You’d been stressing about the Stray Kids concert you were going to attend the next day so it was predictable for you to forget a few things. “I’m just HOPING nobody opens it and checks my damn school ID or I’m swinging” you thought to yourself as you took the elevator down into the main lobby. Once the doors opened, you rushed to the desk to find it empty with no secretary. You waited for a while, but there was no sign of the secretary coming back. “Ugh you know what I’ll look for it myself,” you sighed as you became impatient. You went around the counter onto the desk where the secretary was SUPPOSE to be. You quickly started looking for it through the piles of papers and portfolios. “Oh there’s cabinets under here she probably placed it there.... hopefully” you sat on the floor and opened the drawers that were located under the desk.

You was so determined to find your wallet that contained the money you were going to spend at the concert, you didn’t hear when the front doors of the hotel open. “Excuse me...” you became extremely startled by the strange voice that you stood up so fast, you bumped your knee on the cabinet you were checking which caused some of the piles of papers from the desk to fall and scatter onto the floor.

As you stood there, your eyes met with the eyes of the deep voice that scared you. Your face became pale and your eyes widened as you saw who the voice belonged to..... Lee Felix. His hair was fluffy and messy as if he had just woken up, eyes puffy from sleeping too long, and clothes that seemed too big for him. “Hey um, can we get 4 rooms please?” He said as he rubbed his eye, which made him look soft. “.... oh um, I don’t work here, and I can’t find the secretary ...” you said, your voice lower than usual as you were nervous and still trying to process what was going on.

The door opened once again. This time, Chan walked in, also in comfy clothes and messy dark brown hair. “Hey Lix , the manager said he wants a room to himself so make it 5... oh, hello good evening ma’am” Chan said as he walked closer to the counter, keeping eye contact with you. You felt your face become red in embarrassment as you stood there with papers all over the floor and wearing your favorite pjs. “Is this REALLY how my idols are gonna remember me” you thought to yourself wishing she had worn cuter clothes.

“ oh, I never got to introduce myself, I’m Felix and this is Chan” Felix said while staring deeply into your eyes. “ oh... um im y/n” you mumbled as you looked at the floor, not being able to look at Felix as he looks so handsome it was intimidating. ”Oh Chan, She said she doesn’t work here and we can’t find the secretary” he said while facing Chan who stood next to him.“Darnugh I wanted to go to sleep alreadyyy” Chan complained as he began to wander around the lobby.

You began to look around trying to find a solution, and that’s when you saw the board that held the keys to the rooms. You walked towards it and you saw the keys to the rooms that were next to yours; There were exactly 5 keys. Your heart raced as you grabbed all 5 keys without thinking it through first. “ hey um, there's 5 keys to rooms that are next to each other, you guys could take them and head up to leave your luggage and stuff, I can wait here and let the secretary know once she’s back, that way you don’t have to wait for her.” Your voice was shaky and low as you tried not to fangirl and scream in front of your idols. “ wouldn’t you get in trouble though?” Felix said, looking worried for you. Your heart began to race as you saw the worried expression on Felix face, who was looking at you fondly “Oh I’ll be fine I can handle a few consequences”, you said trying to laugh off your nervousness.

Felix hesitated for a second, but proceeded to take the keys from you, as he was tired and just wanted to go to sleep, knowing that tomorrow was going to be a big day. “I’m guessing you’re next to our rooms right?” He smirked while looking at the guest list and seeing your name written down under the numbers of the room that was situated next to theirs. You became startled and looked up to Felix trying to figure out how he found out, that’s when you saw him reading the paper. You quickly took the paper from the desk, as you began to feel your face became red knowing that he knew what you did. You stayed quiet for a second before responding, “um, am I really? Oh, um I just grabbed whichever keys I saw were together.” You looked up shyly to see that Felix was already looking at you with a soft smile, his eyes becoming puffy crescents. “ it’s alright don’t worry, it’s actually comforting to know your next to me,” he paused as he placed the keys in his pocket.

“Actually, did you come alone?” He asked. This was a question that you never thought you’ll be hearing from him. You were honestly at the verge of fainting I’m surprised you haven’t already. “Yeah I did, I couldn’t find anyone to come with me to the co-“ you paused. as you were about to say concert, you remembered that they didn’t know you were a fan, and frankly you didn’t want them to know as it can make you come off as a saesang. You tried to think of something else to say, “ conference I have tomorrow, so I’m all alone” you giggled ever so slightly trying to lower your heart beat. “ oh, well since we’ll be next to each other, you should come over to my room and we can play video games…. IF THAT’S FINE WITH YOU YOU DON'T HAVE TO” Felix said a bit nervous by what he said.

You, who was even more shocked by what you heard, didn’t respond as you were trying to not pass out from the excitement and nervousness. “That was weird I’m so-“ you interrupted him “yes, That sounds fun! I haven’t played video games in a long time, I’m pretty sure I forgot how to at this point” you giggled and played with your hands as your cheeks became red from how flustered you were from his invitation. Felix, who was also flustered, nodded with a soft yet big smile, his freckles becoming hard to see from his blush.

A few hours had gone by, you found your wallet and decided to head back up to your room without waiting for the secretary. Your mind was rushing with emotions and thoughts trying to comprehend the situation. “ holY SHIT I JUST MET THE FELIX AND CHAN” you screamed in your head as you couldn’t actually scream fearing that Felix might hear you. You decided to change into cuter sweatpants and a hoodie which was way too big for you, making you look small and cute.

You left your room and walked down the hall to felix's room, which was right next to yours. You stood there for a minute, hesitating to knock knowing Felix will be right on the other side. Once you decided to knock, you were surprised to see seungmin opening the door.

“Holyshitholyshitholyshit” you screamed in your mind seeing seungmin standing right in front of you, his eyes red from the lack of sleep and his hair messier than felix’s. “ hi, um, is Felix here?” You said shyly. “ seungmin let her in!” You heard Felix’s voice coming from the inside of the room. Once inside, you saw two beds and the tv, which was set in the Mario kart menu screen. He was sitting in the farthest bed from the door, surrounded by blankets and pillows. You stood in the corner of the room not sure as to where to sit. “ come here” Felix said as he patted the empty space next to him on the bed. You listened and sat down next to him, Trying to keep a moderate distance from him to not make him uncomfortable. “Here, you know how it works right?” He said as he handed you the Nintendo switch controller. “I wasn’t born yesterday” you said sarcastically, which caused Felix to let out a small laugh.

You both played for a bit, Felix winning to you often as he had played this a lot of times with his hyungs back at the dorms. You also kept getting distracted by looking at him and how comfortable he seemed to be with you, though he didn’t truly knew you. “That’s not fair! you’ve probably played this much more often than me!” You complained as he turned off the switch. “ hey, you said you knew how it worked so I didn’t go easy on you” he said with a slight smirk on his face. “I’m tired of playing, and since seungmin is sleeping and we can’t be loud, do you want to watch a movie? I mean Unless you’re tired you should go to sleep, I wouldn’t want you to be sleepy at your conferences tomorrow.” He offered. You contemplated as it was 1:00 AM and you were more worried about him being tired tomorrow knowing he’ll be performing. “I’m fine, I’m worried you’re going to be tired tomorrow morning,” “ I’ll be fine don’t worry about me… so is that a yes to the movie?” Felix asked once again, looking fondly at you, in which you were sitting in his bed wrapped in a blanket and making sweater paws. “It better be a good movie though,” you said teasingly.

He went on Netflix and chose a popular movie about high school students who worked for a mafia. He went back to bed and laid closer to you than you were expecting, which made you blush again as you felt his knee and shoulder slightly touch yours. During the movie, you began to feel sleepy, your head began to bob around as you tried your hardest to keep yourself awake.

Your tiredness was more powerful than your will to stay awake and you rested your head on felix’s shoulder. You stayed there for a few seconds before shooting your head up realizing what you did, causing you to lose some sleep. “Omg Im so sorry Felix I didn’t mean to do that,” you exclaimed as your blush went from pink to red and your eyes were wide yet puffy from being sleepy. “ it’s okay don’t worry, I don’t mind it. You can go back to sleeping on my shoulder, if it’s comfortable.” His deep and tired voice sounded very soothing and comforting. He placed his hand on your cheek and guided your head back into his shoulder, softly moving your hair behind your ear. You were too tired to try and deny him, so you went back to laying on his shoulder. “ here get more comfortable,” Felix got your hand and looped it through his arm, making them intertwine. You was too tired to comprehend what was happening, so you went along with it. He kept his hand on yours, slowly rubbing his thumb up and down, the comfort of his shoulder and the warmth of this hands and body slowly drifted you back to sleep.

The next morning, you woke up and realized you were on your bed. You were confused as to how you ended up in your own room if you don’t remember waking up. that’s when you remembered what happened the night before. Though it was a blurry memory, you remembered that Felix carried you, bridal style,back into your room and covered you up to make sure you kept the warmth he provided to you. You sat on the edge of the bed, your cheeks and body started to feel warm, your heart pounding so hard you can hear it. You noticed a piece of paper on the nightstand. You stood up and walked over to see the word “Felix” written on it. It was a note.

“Hey y/n, you fell asleep yesterday during our movie lol, it’s okay though no hard feelings here. I carried you back into your room since you looked so comfortable with me, I didn’t have the heart to wake you up, I hope you’re okay with that :/ Also, I saw the Stray Kids lightstick on your table, meaning you already knew who I was this entire time. Hehe Anyway, I’m guessing your ’conference’ is our concert, so I hope to see you there in the crowd.Also, After the concert, come and meet me backstage with the pass that I left on the table, I'm hoping you're open to go on a coffee run with me, I’ll like to get to know you more :) -Felix”

This was only the beginning….

-to be continued-

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fresh-outta-jams · 5 years

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Plastic Heart - Part 15

Namjoon x Reader Author: Mo Summary: When you get the highly-anticipated BTS dolls for Christmas, your life takes a turn in a way you never could have expected. Note: Oof we’re getting into the Joon/yn relationship zone omg. I love them so muchhhhhh. Also, baby Koya is my son and i’m love him. Warnings: None? Word Count: 1.4k

Prologue, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15

“So explain to me what all of this means again.” Namjoon was standing behind you while you scrolled through Twitter. There were so many pictures of the two of you circulating that it wasn’t even funny. “We’re trending?”

“Someone took pictures of us at the mall yesterday and everyone thinks you’re RM.” You told him, biting your lip. “To be fair, you look just like him. But he literally did a VLive last night while we were out.”

“Right, so obviously I’m not him.”

“Obviously. But ARMYs love to be conspiracy theorists.” Yoongi pointed out. He wasn’t wrong. “Anything new?”

“Let me refresh.” You did, scanning the new Tweets, including a new one from BTS’ official account.

They had Tweeted one of the pictures from the night before, and there was a caption: This...isn’t me #RM.

“Okay, so he did say something about it. So hopefully, that’ll take care of things.” You sighed in relief and decided to leave your phone for a little while so you could make breakfast. “Come on, Joon, we’re teaching you how to make pancakes.”

He followed you into the kitchen, the two of you leaving Koya with the others so he could finally get to know his uncles. You got out the pancake mix and added water, mixing it into batter. A minute or two later, you had the first pancake sizzling in the pan.

Namjoon watched for a few moments until he a) realized how much he wanted to touch you and b) remembered that now he could. If your makeout session the night before had been any indication, you felt the same way about him. So, Namjoon took a few steps forward and wrapped his arms around your hips. He cozied up to your back, pressing a few tender kisses to your neck. You leaned into his warmth, trying your best to focus on the pancake you were flipping, but you were a little distracted.

“Are you paying attention?” You giggled, wiggling in Namjoon’s grasp.

“Of course. You just pour the stuff and then flip it. Easy peasy.” He murmured, peppering kisses up your neck to your cheek.

“What happened to my nervous, flustered Namjoon, huh? Weren’t you shy like yesterday?” You teased, smirking.

“Yeah, and then we made out for like an hour last night, so…” He kissed your cheek again. “I think your shy little Namjoon got a whole lot more confident.”

“Well, I hope my confident Namjoon still likes pancakes.”

“Your Namjoon likes whatever you want to cook for him. He’s just very grateful for his (Y/N). He...doesn’t know what he’d do without her.” His voice got all quiet. So you stood there for a while longer in the comfort of his arms, flipping pancakes until you had a nice little stack of them. You sat down at the table with Namjoon, putting a few pancakes on your plate and drowning them in syrup.

“So…?”

“Do I even need to tell you that these are absolutely amazing, ohhh…” He leaned back in his chair, squeezing his eyes shut. “Food is so underrated. God, I’m gonna put on a million pounds, aren’t I? If all food tastes this good…”

“You’ll get used to it eventually.” You smiled, watching him. “After a while, pancakes won’t seem so special.”

“Pancakes will always be special if you’re the one that made them.”

“Wow, you’ve been crushing hard, huh?” Reaching up, you pinched his dimpled cheek.

“Well, how could I not? You’re YOU.”

Your cheeks flushed red and you giggled. He leaned closer and kissed the corner of your lips before kissing you full on. His lips were sweet and sticky, as plush as you’d always dreamed they’d be. You hadn’t ever had something this real, and yet, two days ago, he’d been made of plastic. There was some irony there, you were sure.

“Oh, so you two are like TOGETHER together now.” Yoongi noted, his voice alone splitting the two of you apart. You grinned at the sight of Namjoon’s reddened cheeks, his sheepish smile as he pulled away from you. Maybe your shy, nervous Namjoon was still in there somewhere… “Sorry I ever doubted you, Namjoon.”

“Yeah, we’re…” You didn’t know if you were DATING, per say, but you were kissing each other now, so you’d have to discuss the whole relationship thing whenever you caught some alone time later. “Yeah.”

“Happy for you. So uh, you might want to check your Twitter. I brought your phone.” Yoongi walked over, dragging it behind him until he handed it to you. “Also, your son wants to be cuddled and none of us are big enough to hold him.”

“I’ll go get Koya.” Namjoon kissed your forehead and walked back out to the living room.

You picked up your phone, curious, and unlocked it, opening Twitter. You had a DM. From BTS. Holy shit. With a shaking hand, you opened it up.

@BTS_twt: Hey, so some people on Twitter said you might be the girl in the photos.

@BTS_twt: This is RM by the way.

You stared at the words for a few seconds before they started to make any sense. Holy shit. You were messaging RM. Holy fuck.

@your_Twitter: Yeah, I am. I’m sorry about all the trouble it’s caused you, but I’m not the one who took the pictures. We were at the mall, and I guess people just followed us with their phones.

Namjoon walked back into the kitchen, Koya cradled against his chest. He looked at you with concern. “Everything okay?”

“Kind of. Not exactly. Look.” You showed him. His eyes widened.

“Holy shit, you’re talking to RM. Oh my God what are you going to tell him?”

“I have no idea. How do we explain this to him?”

@BTS_twt: So the guy that looks like me...is he your boyfriend?

“What did he say?” Namjoon asked as soon as your phone pinged.

“He asked if you’re my boyfriend.”

“W-what are you gonna tell him?” There was your nervous Namjoon. The b-word was still new territory for you two. You hadn’t had that conversation yet, and this wasn’t the way you imagined you’d have it.

“Well, it would be weird if I told him no, right?” You asked.

Namjoon bit his plush lip and nodded. “Well, y-yeah, that would be weird…” He inhaled a shaky little breath, his heart working overtime as he waded through the awkward silence that had grown between you. “S-so AM I?”

“Are you what?”

“Am I your boyfriend?” He asked, Koya curling further into his warm chest. Then, softer, he asked, “A-are we dating? Are you my girlfriend?”

“Well, I mean...we kiss each other. And we both like each other. So...Do you want to be?”

Instead of answering, Namjoon surged forward, capturing your lips with his. He didn’t know how two things could fit so perfectly together, but he couldn’t think of a single place his lips belonged aside from the slot of your own. A few hungry kisses later, your knees trembling, you sent RM a message back.

@your_Twitter: Yeah, he’s my boyfriend. Not to freak you out, but his name is Namjoon too.

@BTS_twt: Woah, really?! That’s so weird! I don’t know what to tell the press. What do you want me to tell them?

@your_Twitter: Wow, I have no idea. It obviously couldn’t be you, though, because you’re in Korea and we’re in the States.

@BTS_twt: Yeah, obviously...I’ll figure out something. Thanks for clearing it up. Tell your Namjoon I said hi, alright?

“RM says hi.” You looked up at him, showing him the message. Namjoon felt a mixture of feelings stirring around in his chest. His namesake knew he existed. Weird. That wasn’t something he’d ever thought he’d have to think about.

“Weird.” He whispered.

You nodded. “Very.” You reached up and threaded your fingers through his thick hair, pulling him down for a kiss that he very eagerly reciprocated. “It sounds like he’s going to take care of it, though. Glad we have him as a resource.”

“Yeah, me too.” Namjoon scratched the back of his neck. “What do you want to do for the rest of the day?”

“Well, now that we know this is permanent...we need to get some papers forged for you. A birth certificate, an ID, some other stuff. I...know a person who can do that for us.”

“Oh, really? That’d be great.”

“The problem is, it’s Luna. So, we’d need to tell her...where you came from…”

“And you think she’d handle it alright?” Yoongi asked.

“Luna? Yeah. Melody and Ella, probably not so much, but Luna...if we broke it to her gently...yeah, probably.” You pulled up her number and sent her a text. You weren’t quite sure how you’d explain all of this to her, but you’d have to figure it out.

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the-writing-dump-bin · 5 years

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Hello, i just found your page and was up til 5am reading all your jjba nsfw and omggg i fell in love with characters i never thought twice about, your work is to WRITHE for! im not sure if you take prompt requests so im sorry if im over stepping, but id love some gentle, but firm Bruno nsfw where he slowly woos you and then spends a very "eventful" night with you 🖤

Sorry for the wait, I had a ton of distractions while trying to write. Hope this is okay for you!

NSFW 18+

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Going to small, lesser known cafes wasn't really Bruno Buccellati's style, being the leader of a gang and all, but he came here for you.

Three months ago, he was on a small stake-out mission and wound up at the cafe you worked at. He had gotten a table a few booths down from the person he was following; you were his waitress. "Evening, my name is Y/N, could I get you a drink to start?" Bruno didn't look at you right away, his eyes still on the man a few feet away, but when he realized you were standing and talking next to him, he looked up at you; completely taken by your looks. After idle chit chat, he almost forgot about the man he was following. He paid his tab and gave you a quick thank you and goodbye and left.

Since then, Bruno had been coming to you whenever he could; even if it was just for a cup of coffee, he couldn't sit unless he ordered something.

"Bruno!" You greeted when he came through the door; he sat at the counter. "I'm glad to see you're back. Can I get you the usual?"

"Of course." A couple weeks ago, Bruno had told you that he was going on a "little vacation" and wouldn't be around for a while. He kept his profession a secret from you, for now anyways. Someday he would tell you what he really did. He smiled his sweet little smile to you when you handed him his cup. "So, you're glad to see me?"

You couldn't help but smirk, guess you walked into that one. Bruno always flirted with you whenever he came in, giving you compliments with flirtatious tones, resting his chin on his palm as he looked at you with half-lidded eyes. Sometimes he ordered food just for it to sit there untouched while he talked to you. "How was your trip?"

"It was... Interesting." Was all he said, not wanting to elaborate about his previous mission. He took a sip of the coffee you made him, god you knew just how to make it for him. "Listen, Y/N, I was wondering if you would like to have dinner-

"Hey, waitress!" Shouted a man from a corner booth. He was a semi-regular at the cafe, but he was an incredibly rude man. "We're ready to order!"

Sighing, you excused yourself to tend to the loud man. Bruno turned to stare at his coffee cup.

"Forget it, Buccellati."

Bruno's head shot up and turned to the direction of the sound from where he heard his name. Just in the corner, was the cook, Geno, leaning against the wall next to the door to the kitchen. His eyes narrowed at him. "How do you-"

"Know your name? Ive got people on the inside too. You've been sniffing around here for months after Y/N and each time you've asked her out, she's always swerved you. Isn't it about time you gave up?"

Bruno stared back at the man. Yeah, he had asked you out a few times already, and each time you said you had something else planned. But that never stopped him. He was determined to get at least one date from you. He would have said something in retaliation, but you came back with the order you just took, handing it to the cook and looking very irritated.

"Geno, here is their order. They're the picky guys who come in every so often, can you just make sure they are satisfied with their food?"

"Of course." Geno gave one last look to Bruno before disappearing back into the kitchen.

"Sorry about that, Bruno." You sighed, topping off his coffee, "You were saying something earlier?"

"Um... Yeah, a little bit. I was wondering if you wanted to have dinner with me."

You smiled bashfully. This was the fourth time Bruno had asked you if you wanted to do something with him, and each time, you said you had other plans. But you didn't. It's not like you didn't like Bruno, because you did, its was that you were too shy to say 'yes'. He had been charming you ever since that night he first showed up. Those deep, blue eyes entrapped you every time they locked with yours, making your heart thump so hard that you thought it would leap straight out of your chest. "Oh, Bruno..."

Bruno bowed his head, knowing that familiar tone you used. "You have plans. Right." His eyes went soft, glosing over with tears he refused to let fall. Maybe Geno was right. Maybe he should give up. He brought up his head slowly and saw Geno staring at him from the little opening where he would pass the servers their orders to carry out. Shoving his hand in his pocket, he placed the money for his coffee on the counter and got up. "Thank you, Y/N. I'll see you around." He made his way out the door.

Each time you did this, you felt bad. Bruno was obviously into you and you were into him. So why couldn't you say 'yes'?

"Y/N," Geno hollered. "Your order is up."

You didn't move; eyes still fixed on the door where Bruno left.

"Y/N! Your order is up! They're going to get rowdy soon if you don't-"

You ran around the counter and out the door, trying to catch up with Bruno. "Bruno!" You huffed when you finally caught up to him.

"Y/N? Whats the matter?"

"Y-Yes."

"Huh?"

"Dinner... I go to dinner with you."

The grin couldn't be contained. He didn't want to ask if you were sure, afraid you would changed your mind after you said it. "Wonderful!" He pulled out a small piece of paper and wrote on it. When he handed it to you, he let his fingers linger on yours. "See you then."

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Is this really the spot? You asked yourself. Sitting in your car, you looked at the piece of paper with the address Bruno had written down for you yesterday. You expected to meet him at a resturaunt, but here you are, parked in front of a house.

You had already been nervous about the date; almost deciding not to show up at all. But you steeled your nerves, dressing up in a cute skirt- not too short, but not too long either. Your shirt fit you just right. Your hair did up the way you wanted. You looked good. Standing at the door, you weren't sure if you should knock or ring the doorbell. Mentally slapping yourself, you rang the doorbell, sighing with relief when Bruno answered the door- you had the right place.

Bruno smiled widely when he saw you. "You made it. Come in." He moved out of the way so you could enter.

Shyly, you walked inside. His house was gorgeous and very well decorated. Your wandering eyes fell to the dining room table. It was set very romantically with a white table cloth, lit candles with wine and wine glasses in the middle. Bruno had went out of his way to set everything just perfect for you, you felt a little guilty for even thinking about skipping the date. "Bruno, this looks amazing."

Bruno was happy to hear that you liked it. "I thought it would be nice to have a quiet dinner together." He brushed your cheek with the back of his hand. "You look wonderful." You blushed hard. His touch was so gentle. He guided you to the table and sat you down in a chair. A moment later, he brought you back a plate full of the food he prepared. "Thank you, Bruno. It looks delicious."

The evening was very pleasant. The two of you had a lovely time catching up from the last two weeks while he was gone. The food was great, he really knew how to cook.

You were having a really good time, then you noticed that Bruno was sitting next to you a little bit closer than he was earlier. His hand rested atop of yours, rubbing the back of it with his thumb. You could tell what he was feeling; you knew he had a crush on you for awhile. And you had one on him too, but you were just too shy to be as bold as him. "Bruno..."

"I'm sorry, cara," He started to pull his hand back. "I'm being too forward."

At the last second, you grabbed his hand before it left yours, lacing your fingers with his. "No, I'm sorry. I know how strongly you feel about me, and I feel the same way, I just don't know how to-"

Very softly, Bruno cut you off with a tender kiss; his breath hitting your lips, sending shivers through your body. Once you processed what was happening, you quickly melted into the kiss, giving your own back. Bruno's free hand slid onto your thigh, rubbing the hem of your skirt between his fingers. That caused you to form a knot in your waist.

Your mind started to cloud. Was it the wine or Bruno's intoxicating kisses that was causing this feeling? Probably a mixture of both. His hand dared to slide up farther, brushing against your panties, making your breath hitch. Soon, he moved them to the side and shoved a single finger between your increasingly wet folds.

Bruno started with a slow rub over your clit, making you grab the seat of your chair, moaning at the pleasure you were being given. "O-Oh..." His hand pulled away, making you whimper with disappointment. "No, Bruno... Dont stop."

His kisses moved to your neck; his tongue running over your skin in small licks. "I don't plan on stopping, amore." He stood, pulling you up with him and cleared a part of the table, laying you on top of it. He leaned over you, running his hands up and down your sides as he kissed you deeply. Your hips arched into him, grinding against his thigh that he placed between your legs.

Unbuttoning his shirt, you discarded it but left the lace he wore underneath it-he was pretty hot in that thing. He removed your shirt as well, unhooking your bra and throwing it across the room. He took a moment to look at you before he latched onto a nipple, softly running his tongue around it.

Next was the pants. Your hands reached down, unzipping them and freeing his ridiculously hard cock. Bruno straighten up and pulled your hips closer to the edge of the table, pulling down your skirt and panties and wrapped your legs around his waist, lining up with your entrance. He scanned your face, looking for any indication to halt his actions, but found none.

Slowly, and gently, he slid inside; your walls adjusting to his member. You could feel the care he had for you with each inch you took; he didn't want to hurt you in anyway. Once all of him was in, he gave you a moment before starting a rhythm, pulling out slowly and then back inside. "Are you alright, my love?"

"Y-Yes..." You huffed, wanting more as the knot in your waist grew tighter. "B-Bruno... Faster..."

His hands gripped your bottom, lifting you up to penetrate you at a better angle. He started thrusting faster...faster...faster...

The table shook with your movements as he pounded into you harder. The plates and glasses eventually made their way off of the surface, smashing into the floor. Bruno didn't care, he could always get more. Right now, all he wanted was you.

Leaning back down over you, he breathed into your ear as he continued to fuck you. "I'm so close, tesoro."

"Me too. Ah... Ah...keep...go-ing...!"

You couldn't help but let out a pleasurable scream as your orgasm waved over you. Bruno pushed into your pussy and chased your orgasm with his, filling you right up with his seed.

Coming down from your highs, Bruno's face hovered over yours, pushing sweat soaked hair from your face with his hand. He didn't really have any words, but smiled when you smiled at him. Cute little kisses where shared as he pulled out of you, using a napkin to help clean you up.

Standing in the middle of his dining room, naked, he pulled you into him and embraced you. "I'm so happy when I'm around you, Y/N. And what we just did..." He was in heaven.

Playing with the lace sticking to his skin, you felt the same as him. "I-It doesn't have to end here, does it?"

Bruno looked down at you, eyes softly staring into yours. "If you don't want it to. We can keep going for as long as you wish."

Another shot of excitement ran through your veins. You were definitely interested in spending the night with Bruno. He took your hand and brought you to his room.

This was where the night would really take off...

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francisthegreat · 5 years

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That Firenze One. Please :)

so That Firenze One was something i started in Florence… obviously… and it stars erwin smith Classic Art Curator extraordinaire and his grumbly local genius student levi. here’s some parts of it

Levi decided about three days after moving that it had been a colossally stupid decision.

Sure, the idea of graduate school had sounded amazing, and the fact that after nearly 10 years the university had finally deigned to offer to bankroll his higher degree had seemed fantastic, and yeah, turning it into a 2 year international workshop study because of his unparalleled talent and natural-born potential was unprecedented, only an idiot would have passed it up, but -

But god, there were people everywhere.

He should have known, of course. Florence was one of the cultural centers of the goddamn world. People were expected. He just… had sort of…selectively forgotten.

He had two weeks until his classes started, and one week until his workshop, and he’d meant to use it getting to know the city.

Instead, he was sitting in the coffee shop under his apartment, practicing his Italian by complaining loudly to the barista about the tourists.

“I saw a woman taking a photograph of a pigeon yesterday, Petra. A pigeon.”

Petra laughed. “You’re gonna have to get used to them, capo.”

She put a doppio on the counter and Levi grabbed it eagerly, sticking his nose in the cup before saying, “Ugh but they’re so fat and stupid and they eat garbage -”

“I meant the tourists, capo.”

“Yeah, me too.”

Petra burst out laughing, leaning on the espresso machine for support, and Levi found himself grinning. He’d only been here 3 days but he could tell she was far more bearable than most people; he liked her.

He sipped his coffee and watched a very rumpled-looking tourist walk through the door, suit jacket wrinkled in odd places.

Levi leaned against the counter and said to Petra in low, soft Italian, “See now this asshole is lost, and he’s gonna stumble through asking you for directions, and it’s gonna be fucking unbearable for all of us.”

The man turned to Levi and Levi felt his grip on his cup tighten instinctively. His eyes were painfully blue. Shit, he was tall. And - broad. And - god, his eyes -

In rather flawless Italian the man said to Levi, “I understand you fine, kid,” though he used the word ragazzo. Boy. Levi clenched his teeth. “You ought to be more careful who you gossip about.”

Petra looked like she was trying not to laugh, and Levi distinctly saw her wink at the man. She turned to the coffee machine without getting his order.

“Condescending prick,” Levi said under his breath, in English.

“Hm?”

“I’m thirty years old,” he said in Italian this time, giving the man the most annoyed look he could manage while he was… well while he was looking at him like that. God, how big was he? His shoulders were enormous.

“…Alright?”

“So don’t call me kid.”

The man blinked and his eyes were almost turquoise in this light. Shit, he was - really good looking. Petra put a cup down in front of him and he smiled dazzlingly at her.

“You realize,” the man said in perfect, condescending English, voice deep and rumbling, “that it’s meant more like ‘friend,’ right?”

Levi stuck to Italian, steadfastly ignoring the English, leaning on what Kenny had taught him those years he’d spent doing jobs in Naples after college. His word choice got considerably ruder.

“We ain’t friends, pretty boy.”

The man’s eyes flicked over Levi once, so close to appreciative it made his stomach drop. He looked him in the eye and Levi felt heat crawl across his chest.

A long moment passed where they just looked at each other, the man’s eyes almost painfully intense on Levi’s face. His gaze dropped to Levi’s mouth, then his throat, then back up again.

Levi flushed, and he hated it.

“Well,” the man said, abandoning the English and finishing his drink, “Good luck in all your future endeavors, then.” Then, lower, he added, “Though your accent sounds like you’ll be robbing train cars.”

He wasn’t terribly far off - Levi had robbed a bus with Kenny once. He scowled and the man grinned, putting some change on the counter.

“Lovely to see you as always, Petra.”

Petra beamed from where she was cleaning the machines. “Bye, dear.” She used caro, something Levi had never heard her call anyone else before. It was unusually fond.

The man held Levi’s eyes for one more moment, a dizzying sort of intensity in his expression, before shaking his head like waking up from a dream. He walked out.

Levi just stared.

After a few minutes, he turned to Petra. “Who….was that.”

Petra glanced at Levi, took in the goddamned flush still on his face and raised an eyebrow at him.

“Oh, it’s like that, hm?”

Levi wondered if the back of his neck was red. It felt too warm. “Like what?”

Petra grinned and gave Levi a rather salacious expression. He scowled.

“Oh, shut up.”

She laughed and brought Levi a glass of water as he finished his coffee, saying, “His name’s Erwin. He’s been a regular here for a few years. Lives in the neighborhood, I think.”

“Erwin.”

“Mhm.”

Odd name, that. And oddly familiar. Why did it seem so -

Abruptly, Levi dug into his bag and fished out his workshop schedule. Erwin.

It tickled the back of his mind and he felt an odd rush of - excitement. Something about him was - just -

His hands were shaking. Why were his hands shaking?

Ackerman, Levi Plaster Workshop 2A Via Corso 15 13:45 - 18:45 Practical instructor: Pixis, TeodoroPresiding Curator: Smith, Erwin

“Uh, Petra,” Levi said, eyes on the paper, “Do you know what he, uh, does for a living?”

Petra turned to him, distracted. “Hm? Oh, Erwin?”

Levi nodded.

“He works at L’Accademia, I think,” she said, waving her hands. “He mentioned something about being a professor, or an art curator, or something.”

Levi cursed. He really hoped he was wrong, otherwise he was in some fair to moderate shit.

He was not, in fact, wrong.

The first morning of his workshop started off pretty great, all things considered: he woke up with the church bells, went for a run before the scum came out, and had a coffee at Petra’s café while he watched Florence wake up.

Windows got opened, laundry got hung, trash got picked up. It was Monday, so the city was slow and sticky in the morning, shops opening whenever the shopkeepers woke.

That was something Levi had had to adjust to. Before Naples, growing up in Detroit with Kenny, he’d given himself a certain amount of structure. He’d lived by it. Rules, schedules. Hard lines. Here, things just … happened when they happened. There were no timetables, or schedules, or lines to speak of anywhere. You just sort of showed up around the right time and yelled at someone until they paid attention to you.

He’d embraced it eventually. But it had taken … some adjusting.

Pleasant as the morning was, it took a rather vicious turn when Levi showed up to his plasterwork workshop and stopped dead in the doorway.

“Oh, balls.”

Erwin turned, wearing a navy suit and glasses - god save Levi’s poor soul - and said across the room, “My friend, this space is reserved for academics; you need to leave.”

Levi glared and Erwin’s expression shifted to mildly surprised recognition.

“Train robber?”

“Hello, asshole.”

“You can’t be here, this is -”

Levi held up his shiny new graduate student ID. Erwin’s eyes widened.

“You- you’re not -”

“Ackerman,” Levi said shortly. “Sculpture.”

Erwin looked dumbfounded. “Oh, I’m. Uh, I’m sorry I assumed.”

“Yeah, me too.”

“You’re - you’re studying sculpture here? With Pixis? You’re Levi Ackerman?”

Levi shrugged, hands in his pockets.

Erwin shook his head, distractingly beautiful eyes still shocked. “I’ve - I’ve seen your work. I - I was the one who pushed for you to be accepted into this program.”

Levi’s stomach dropped a few inches and his hands itched in his pockets, but he kept his expression neutral.

“Thanks are in order, then, I guess.”

“We don’t - usually take students with no former training -”

“Yeah, I got that talk already. Don’t fall behind, and all that.”

Erwin nodded, expression somehow managing to be distant while boring the fuck into Levi’s eyes like he could read his goddamn mind. Levi coughed, looking around the building. Shit, the art. He’d never get over this city.

“I can’t believe - I can’t believe you’re a student. My student - ” Erwin was muttering under his breath like Levi wasn’t there. He heard the words boundaries, Erwin but couldn’t make out much else. Levi rolled his eyes at the muttering and said, “I gotta get to class.”

“How - how old are you?” Erwin asked, ignoring his comment, voice oddly… hesitant.

Levi sniffed and didn’t respond.

“You’re not like twenty, right?”

“What the fuck would it matter if I was?”

Erwin suddenly looked very pale. Almost embarrassed.

Ah.

Levi smiled at him, slow and predatory. Something warm and pleased curled in the bottom of his stomach.

“You been thinkin’ about me, old man?”

Erwin flushed and turned his back, then pointed down a hall without turning around.

“Plaster is that way.”

Levi grinned, then halfway down the hall said, “I’m not. Twenty. Took some time off.”

Erwin whirled around and fixed Levi with a look equal parts annoyed and relieved. He shrugged, hands in his pockets, and sauntered off to class.

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dark0angel13 · 5 years

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Awakening

Waking up was like trying to move after being hit by a train and part of me wished it wasn’t just a hangover. I groaned when the bright lights hit my too sensitive eyes; worse still my head was pounding like there was someone in there with a damn jackhammer and my stomach was threatening to let go of all the whiskey I had the night before.

Looking around had me feeling sick and I made a mental promise to myself to never drink an entire handle of Fireball again. Said bottle was lying toppled over next to my bed and I glared at it as if it knew the damage it caused. Stupid fucking bottle. Taking a deep breath I rubbed my temples in frustration and nearly jumped out of my skin when my phone rang beside me. I debated on letting it ring but one look at the caller ID said that if I didn’t answer I could kiss my job goodbye. Shit.

“Hello?” My voice cracked as I spoke and just the effort to talk had my stomach threatening to roll again.

“Sarah I need you to come in today. Michelle called out last minute and you’re the only one with the experience to do this.” Amber’s voice was stern but I could hear the underlying panic in it when she spoke. I mentally groaned and rubbed my eyes.

“What time do you need me in? I still feel really sick.” Which wasn’t exactly a lie but she didn’t need to know that.

“I need you from two to ten if you can. I can always send you home early if you can’t do the full shift but I could really use your help.” Ah shit here she goes with the fucking ‘praise the sick girl so she feels bad enough to come into work’ routine. My alarm clock read ten thirty seven so I had some time to at least try and sober up before having to go in but the good thing was that if I was working then I didn’t have to deal with Drake if he showed up again.

“Yeah I’ll be in at two.” Was all I could say for fear of bursting into tears. Why did my life have to suck so bad?

“Thank you! I will make it up to you I swear!” Well that sounded familiar. Probably because I said it to Drake yesterday when I left him lying in the hallway. The line went dead and I tossed my phone and closed my eyes. Great, now I have to suffer through an eight hour work night when I should be off because Michelle didn’t feel like going in. Lazy bitch. If she didn’t want to work she shouldn’t have gotten a fucking job.

My mind wandered back to yesterday and I briefly wondered why Drake was in the building at that time of morning. He should have been in class, not wandering the dorm. Maybe he finished early. It was possible; he was one of those talented jerks that didn’t have to study to pass a test. Another reason to hate his sexy guts. While I was thinking about him and his strange behavior my mind traveled to Rachel who had also seemed to be acting weird yesterday. Was it really because of the full moon? Don’t be ridiculous that’s only in movies. I really needed to stop letting my imagination run wild or it would surely come back to bite me in the ass one day.

The more I tried to understand why they were both acting weird, the more my head pounded and eventually I gave up and pulled myself out of bed and towards the bathroom. If I was going to go into work then I needed to look presentable and going in while still dressed in last night’s clothes and reeking of booze was only going to get me fired.

Once clean and rid of the smell of whiskey I padded back into my room and sighed in exasperation at the thought of going into work on what was supposed to be my day off. At least all I had to do was sit at a desk and offer tech support for a software company instead of actually walking anywhere.

By the time I had to leave for work I had donned a pair of grey dress slacks and a cotton button up shirt. Top that off with a nice black jacket and I looked like one of those soulless saps who worked at a dead end job day in and day out only to have their very being sucked out little by little by the big company. Almost like being an actual lawyer. I smirked at the irony and grabbed my purse and phone before heading out.

Fate, it seemed, liked sticking me in awkward situations to laugh as I struggle through them. Before me, coming up the stairs with his hands in his pockets and a relaxed look in his eyes, was Drake. His sandy brown hair was messy as if he had just rolled out of bed, and his stripped polo shirt had the first button undone. His white washed jeans accentuated his no doubt perfect legs and his Nikes only made him look better. I mentally groaned again. I did not need a distraction of Drake caliber right then.

“Oh hey Sarah I’m glad I caught you before….uh where are you going?” His words were like Tylenol to my pounding headache and just the tones had me sighing. His eyes showed curiosity but his smile said he liked what he saw. Great.

“I have to work today.” I spared him an apologetic look as I passed him on the stairs.

“I thought you had today off?” He grabbed my wrist to stop me and I would have fallen down the stairs had he not been holding onto me. I flashed him a glare as I yanked my hand free and all but spat at him.

“I got called in. I told you I wasn’t gonna hang out with you tonight.”

“Woah you don’t have to be snappy Sarah I just wanted to apologize for yesterday. Rick tends to be an ass around girls he doesn’t know.” He sounded sincere but part of me had a feeling he was hiding something.

“Don’t worry about it. And if your friend gets like that then tell him to stay home next time.” I was still being snappy but he deserved it after what I had to deal with the day before.

“I didn’t know you two were going to be there, honest. It was just a coincidence that we ran into you.” He paused for a moment as his eyes traveled to the floor before coming back to rest on me, “I was hoping you might have changed your mind about dinner tonight…I really wanna take you out and apologize again for yesterday, I wasn’t really myself and I want to make it up to you.”

That time I knew he was telling me the truth. I have no idea how I could tell but a part of me had no doubt he was being honest with me about it. Now I kind of felt bad about shouting at him. It didn’t change the fact that I had to work though.

“I said it’s fine so stop apologizing. I do have to work tonight though, so I can’t.” I had begun walking again and it wasn’t until I reached the last step that he spoke up again.

“Well what time are you scheduled to get off tonight? I’ll come pick you up and we can have a late dinner, even if it’s just us grabbing a pizza or burger somewhere and coming back here. I really feel like I need to make this up to you Sarah…please let me make this up to you.”

My heart was racing at just the sound of his voice, what the fuck would I do if we actually went out just the two of us? Lord I really needed a life. “Uh…yeah that sounds okay I guess. I get off at ten so you can come and pick me up at the software company on Franklin Street.”

“You work all the way in Boston?” His voice went from normal to shocked in seconds and I wondered why he was so surprised.

“Yeah I need a job and this one was the only one that paid well and had flexible hours for my schooling.”

“What do you do there?” He was walking beside me as he spoke, his hands still stuffed into his pockets.

I cast him a sideways smirk, “Maybe I’ll tell you tonight. See you around ten?”

His eyes lit up and a huge grin spread across his face and in that instant, he reminded me of a little boy. His expression was innocent and his smile genuine as he nodded eagerly, “Hell yeah! I’ll pick you up tonight Sarah!” Seconds later he was bounding off towards the common grounds and the school girl part of me had butterflies in her stomach.

As I boarded the train into Boston my mind was racing in about one hundred different directions. Oh my God, I was going on a date with Drake Winsor. I smiled to myself as I took a look at my reflection in the window. I was going on a date dressed like a fucking flight attendant. Great.

“Oh thank you so much for doing this for me Sarah. I owe you big time!” Amber pulled me into a hug as I walked through the doors and immediately I knew something was wrong.

“What is it that you’re not telling me Amber? I don’t get this kind of reaction just for a shift cover.” I narrowed my eyes when she did her best to avoid looking at me. Fuck.

“Well…” She began to twiddle her thumbs and the sinking feeling in my stomach got worse.

I groaned, “No….please tell me I’m not here to wipe systems.” Her facial expression said I was right and I groaned again. “Amber you know I hate doing that! How could you do this to me?”

“I know Sarah I’m sorry but you are the only one with enough knowledge and experience that I trust to do this. You don’t have to leave the building, hell you don’t even have to talk to anyone. All you have to do is go down to sub-level two and work on the systems. Apparently the head of this branch has a big meeting tomorrow and those systems are going to be needed. Once you’re done you can go home I promise. And you can have the rest of the week off. I know you have finals so I won’t ask you to come in for the rest of this week. Just please do this.” She clasped her hands together to beg and the nice person that I was sighed and gave in. I’m such a pushover.

“Alright fine. I’ll do this but I’m gone the second I’m done. Got it?”

“Yes! Got it! You can leave as soon as this is done. Thank you again!” She was running in the opposite direction before I could say anything else so I glared after her for a second before rubbing my temples and turning for the elevators.

Once I stepped out and got a look at the room my knees collapsed beneath me. “Are you fucking kidding me?” my shout rang out across the empty room as my eyes scanned system after system. There must have been over twenty fucking computers down here. Anger rose within me like a tidal wave, and had it not been for the good pay and the incentive of the rest of the week off, I would have stormed back up there and rung Amber’s scrawny little neck. I looked at the clock and sighed. Two fifteen, just fuck me. I was never going to get out of here before fucking midnight let alone ten.

Sitting down at the first computer I sighed and turned it on to bring up the command prompt. Once I got the system to wipe I sat back and pulled out my phone. I could only do one at a time and each once took twenty minutes so I might as well occupy myself with Netflix while I waited. This was going to be a long shift. Fuck my life.

I don’t know how much time had passed until my phone rang but when it did I nearly jumped out of my skin. The number wasn’t one I recognized but I decided to answer anyway.

“Hello?”

“Sarah Rose Blackwell.” It was a statement more than a question and the woman on the other end sounded rushed, demanding almost. My heart skipped a beat and I looked at the number again hoping to somehow recognize the woman’s voice but nothing was coming to mind.

“Who is this and how do you know my name?” I couldn’t keep the shaking from my tones as I replied, my eyes darting around the room on instinct.

“That’s not important at the moment. Sarah you need to listen to me very carefully. Stay away from Drake Winsor.”

My head was spinning at this point as my brain tried, and failed, to comprehend just what it was that this woman was trying to tell me.

“Wait what? How do you know Drake? What is going on here?”

“Sarah listen!” Her shout made me jump and apologize automatically before she continued, “Don’t worry about how I know this just listen to me. Drake Winsor is dangerous and you need to stay away from him.”

“Woah okay hold on a minute. Drake Winsor? Dangerous? What are you talking about lady?”

She sighed heavily and I could hear her agitation. Clearly I wasn’t listening.

“Sarah just shut up and listen to me. Don’t let Drake inside Sarah. It is very important that you do not let that man inside that building.”

“Why? All I’m doing is wiping computer systems. It doesn’t take a top secret security clearance to get into this building anyway so-“

“It’s not about the building Sarah. It’s about your safety. If you let him inside, he will kill you.” She cut me off and scared me stiff with one single sentence and I didn’t know whether she was kidding or not.

“You’re joking right? This is some kind of test?” My voice sounded surprisingly calm for how my heart was pounding.

“Does it sound like I’m testing you Sarah?” Her tone was harsh and I could hear her patience wearing thin.

“No…” Was all I could think to respond with.

“Good girl. Whatever you do make sure you don’t end up alone with him. Drake Winsor is a very dangerous man Sarah. Do whatever it takes to prevent that from happening. When you finish work you are to call Rachel to come get you. If she doesn’t answer, call a cab.” I had no time to respond or even make a sound before the line was dead and I was left standing there confused and scared.

My hands were shaking and my heart was pounding so hard I was sure it would burst through my chest at any second as I looked around the room again. Nothing popped out at me and no strange noises met my ears but all of a sudden it felt like the entire room was watching me. Paranoia hit like a truck and all of a sudden I just wanted to go home. I couldn’t be in this room any longer, I had to get out. Sprinting for the elevator was the first thing I did once I shut down the remaining computers, my phone gripped so tight in my hand my knuckles were white.

The hall, like the room, was empty save for the night cleaner five doors down but that information did little to ease the chaos that was my nerves. I no sooner hit the button that my phone rang again, causing me to suck in a panicked breath and stiffen. My blood seemed to run cold in my veins and for a second I couldn’t move. It was Drake. It wasn’t until I missed the call and he tried again that I forced myself to act.

“Hello?” I did my best to sound relaxed but I don’t think I managed that very well.

“Hey Sarah. You okay? You sound flustered.” His voice was smooth and out of reflex my heart fluttered and my muscles tensed and relaxed at just the sound of him.

“Yeah, just busy with work is all. My boss didn’t explain the entire situation so I got bombarded when I got here. I probably won’t be done for a while; I will have to take a rain check on that date.” Lying was easier with the slight exasperation in my voice and he seemed to buy it rather quickly.

“That’s too bad I was looking forward to it. I don’t suppose there is any chance of you being able to leave early?” I could hear the disappointment but nothing seemed out of the ordinary for him and I briefly wondered if that woman was telling me the truth.

“Afraid not. The CEO needs the computers I’m working on for a meeting tomorrow and I can’t leave until they’re all done. I still have about ten to go. I’m not getting out of here any time soon.”

“Well, what if I picked up a pizza? You could let me in and I could keep you company while you finish your work. Then we could…”

I stopped listening to him as the woman’s words raced through my mind. Don’t let Drake inside. If you let him inside he will kill you. Don’t let Drake inside. Don’t let Drake inside. My heart was racing and my body didn’t want to move. Before me stood an open elevator, and beyond that, freedom from whatever it was that I was afraid of, but before I could do anything his voice rang in my ear again, bringing me back to the frightening reality.

“Sarah? Hey are you still there? Hello?”

“Yeah sorry I’m here I just got distracted by a computer. I’m sorry what did you say?” Grateful for my even tone I steeled myself and stepped into the metal box but held off on hitting a button.

“I asked if you would want me to bring a pizza and keep you company while you finished your work.”

“Thanks for the offer but I can’t let you in. This building has cameras and if I get caught I could lose my job or even get arrested. This is a software company Drake and you don’t have the clearance.” Panicking now I rushed my words and sounded a little more on edge than I intended.

“Awe can’t you sneak me past the cameras? I’m offering pizza here. Vegan toppings included, and an after work movie as a bonus.” I could hear the laughter in his voice and I mentally pictured his beautiful blue eyes lighting up with amusement.

“I can’t Drake I could get into a lot of trouble if I did.” That’s it, just keep to the point.

“Not if we’re careful. I’ll be good I promise.” Damn this man and his sexy voice.

“Drake…I really can’t. My boss will kill me.” And you’ll kill me…

He sighed heavily and I was almost sure he was going to give in, but his next words proved me wrong.

“What if you come outside and we eat and then you can go back to work and I will wait here until you finish?” His voice had changed slightly but I couldn’t explain how and confusion settled over me.

I smirked, boy this man was persistent. Had I not just been warned to stay away from him or risk dying I would have caved a long time ago, but the self-preservation part of me said that the woman was not lying and Drake was dangerous. How I knew she was telling the truth I didn’t know, and how I could trust her so easily I didn’t know either, but I did know one thing. I liked living.

“I wish I could but I can’t. Once in I can’t leave until I go home. This company doesn’t take too kindly to a constant in and out, especially at this hour. The doors are locked for the night so you’re stuck out there.”

“Are you sure I can’t persuade you? I’ll sweeten the pot.” He was flirting now and I could almost picture his toothy grin.

“Oh? And just how do you plan to do that?” There was no harm in flirting right? So long as I didn’t actually let him in I was safe.

“Oh that’s a surprise.” His tone was light but had warning bells going off in my mind.

“I don’t like surprises. If you want a chance of me letting you inside you will have to come clean.” I faked a laugh at the end to sell my act even more and he returned it with one of his own.

“You drive a hard bargain Sarah Rose.”

I stopped breathing. “How did you know my middle name?”

There was a long silence until I heard him sigh again, “Alright you got me. I’ve been harassing Rachel with questions about you so I wouldn’t be going into this date blind. Is that too weird?” His words were believable and Chel would be the type of girl to give a guy my blood type if they asked for it. My heart wanted to believe him but my instincts told me that every word he just spoke was a lie. Drake was trying to see me, and he was trying way too hard at what should be a first date.

“Yeah Drake, way weird.” My words were clipped but the slight agitation was what I needed to make my body move and I was hitting the ground floor button and tapping my toes in seconds.

“Sorry…I get nervous before a date.”

“Look Drake I’m really sorry but I’m going to be here for a long time and won’t be able to make any plans. We can try for another night.” With people, lots of people.

“I can wait till you get out Sarah, I got no plans.”

This man was not taking no for an answer.

“Shit, I gotta go Drake, there is a problem with one of the systems and I need to do a hard reset before I can wipe it. Sorry.” I didn’t give him time to respond before I hung up and leaned back against the wall, trying to calm my erratic heart.

Without wasting any time I dialed Rachel; she picked on after the first ring.

“Yo, what’s up darling?”

“Rachel I need you to come get me from work.”

“Are you alright?” Her tone went from playful to serious so fast my head spun.

“I think so but I need you to come pick me up.”

“What happened? Your voice is shaking Sarah.”

“I’ll explain when I see you but I need you to come get me right now.”

“Yeah okay. I’ll call a cab and be there in fifteen minutes.”

“Thank you. Text me when you are a minute out and I’ll meet you at the side entrance. Don’t go to the main door.”

“Sarah you’re starting to scare me. Should I call the police?” Worry was evident in her tone as she spoke and I could hear her grabbing her things in the background.

“No, don’t call the police, just please hurry.” Again I gave no time to answer before I hung up and stepped out of the elevator. The main floor was empty and deathly quiet which had goosebumps prickling up all over me. Not brave enough to risk a look towards the front door I bolted for the closest restroom where I waited for Rachel’s text.

“Okay you wanna tell me what had you so freaked out? You’ve been silent the entire drive back to campus Sarah and I’m starting to get a little worried here.” Rachel’s voice was a mixture of worry and slight agitation as she placed her hand on my door to prevent me from opening it.

“I don’t even know myself Chel…” My nerves were shot and my heart couldn’t take much more of the stress I was under and all I wanted to do was curl up with my blanket and watch old Disney movies until I felt happy again.

“What does that even mean? Sarah you sounded terrified on the phone and I made a promise to myself to protect you, so please help me out here and try to explain the best you can.” Her eyes softened as she looked at me and I had to use every ounce of strength I had to not cry.

We were both silent for a moment and I was ready to open my mouth to speak when the laughter met our ears. Some girls had just walked into the building and were heading our way and the last thing I needed was for random women to think I was a basket case.

“Not here…” was all I replied as I turned the key to my room.

Rachel nodded automatically and followed me in before his voice rang out.

“Sarah wait! I need to talk to you!” Drake’s words rang through the entire floor as he sprinted up the stairs towards my dorm, and my whole body froze. My blood turned to ice in my veins and my breathing was beginning to hinge on hyperventilating and thank god Rachel noticed and closed the door for me just as he cleared the last step.

The slam brought me back to reality and I sprang into action, sliding the lock home before turning and collapsing against the door as my best friend stared at me shocked. The banging shook my entire body as Drake shouted from the hall.

“Sarah please just let me talk to you. I want to apologize about tonight.” His words were filled with sorrow that pulled at my heartstrings.

“Go away Drake!” I can’t deal with your bipolar drama right now…you scare the fuck out of me…

“Sarah please I need to explain things before you get the wrong idea in your head.” He knocked one last time and when I didn’t respond I heard him sigh heavily before I felt his hand slide down the other side of the door. “Sarah I’m sorry…please talk to me…I’ll be at the coffee shop across campus tomorrow after my first class, please meet me so we can talk.”

When I finally heard his footsteps retreating, was when the tears that were welling in my eyes spilled over. Dammit why did my life have to be so fucking confusing?

“Hey calm down I’m right here with you. Take a deep breath and tell me what happened.” She was at my side in seconds, her eyes shining with worry as her arm rested against me. It was a long moment before I was able to find my voice.

“Chel…I’m so confused right now. I don’t know what to believe anymore.”

“About what honey?”

I took a deep breath and attempted to still my shaking hands. “Something weird happened to me tonight.” When she didn’t respond I took it as a cue to continue.

“While I was working tonight I got a call from a strange woman. She didn’t tell me her name or give any other information aside from ‘Stay away from Drake Winsor.’ She said that I shouldn’t let him in the building, and that if I did he would kill me.” I paused to look at her and in a flash I saw her emotions go from confused to angry and then to fear before settling on a blank..

“I’m afraid I don’t follow what you’re saying Sarah. Why would some random woman call you and warn you of something like that? It doesn’t make any sense.”

“Yeah, tell me about it. I didn’t believe her at first but then a little while later Drake called me, and I don’t even know how he got my number, but that’s another story. He was determined that I let him into the building and I just panicked. After what that woman said, I couldn’t think of anything else to do.”

“Well I agree that’s a little freaky but I don’t think he would hurt you Sarah. I see the way he looks at you. And about the number thing…I kind of gave it to him the other day when you stormed out of the bar.” She offered a small smile before I shot her a glare.

“I suppose I can thank you for telling him my entire life story then. He knew my middle name and everything. I don’t tell anyone that. He said he was grilling you about me so he could better prepare himself for our date.”

“Woah, what? I gave him your number but that’s all I did. He hasn’t asked me anything about you.” Her words were sincere and all I could do was stare at her blankly for a moment before realization dawned in me.

“So if he wasn’t talking to you then…” I trailed off when my phone dinged signaling a text. It was from a number I didn’t recognize but the words ‘I’m sorry’ were in all caps. “Who is apologizing to me?”

“That’s Drake’s number Sarah. You should know this if he called you earlier.” Rachel gave me a quizzical look before my eyes traveled back to my phone screen.

“That’s not the number I got a call from earlier. Look, this was the number that Drake called me on.”

“Then I don’t know what’s going on Sarah but that’s not Drake’s number. Here look at my phone. This is the number I have for him and I even called it in front of him to make sure.”

Okay now I was legitimately starting to get freaked out. What the fuck was going on? Another text came in and we both looked down.

I’m sorry I had to cancel. Please let me explain and make this up to you Sarah.

“He had to cancel? That makes no sense he was the one who called me and tried to get me to let him in so he could keep me company…I don’t get it.” I could hear the fear in my own voice so I was fairly sure Rachel could as well.

“Are you sure it was Drake on the phone earlier?”

“Yeah I would bet my life on it. I know his voice anywhere. He sounded off a little like he was aggravated about me not giving in but other than that he sounded normal.”

What the fuck was going on? Who called me if it wasn’t Drake? Who was that woman? There were so many questions racing through my mind but for the life of me I couldn’t come up with a single answer and the more I tried, the more it made my head hurt.

“Come to think of it…she spoke as if she knew you Chel. She said to call you and that you would come pick me up.” I cast a look of scrutiny but she simply gave me a confused one in return and shook her head.

“Unless I know her name I couldn’t give you an answer. I know a lot of people but none of them you would know, so I’m just as confused as you are here.” Her voice held no hint of lie in it but her eyes told me she was hiding something.

END

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imightbeapotatobutihavestandards · 6 years

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He’s Hurting Me Pt 5

Summary: Patton wakes up and finds a message from Logan that puts his anxiety on edge

Warnings: Hints at abuse, discussion of abuse.

Part 5

Patton awoke groggily, opening his eye to a dark, messy room. His mind automatically jumped to last night, and he felt heart his sink. Everything suddenly became heavier, getting up seemed harder, inside his chest a sick feeling began spreading, seeping throughout his body. He forced himself to take breath, the feeling of temporary relief warming his heart, but it made his panic more evident. He breathed again, pushing himself up.

He reached out and grabbed his round, gold-framed glasses from their place on the bedside table, carefully putting them on. The darkness became focused, sharper, but it was still darkness, and it still felt like it was swallowing him. Desperate for a distraction, Patton retrieved his phone, allowing himself to bathe in the cold light. He felt almost numb as he processed the time; 1 o’clock. He had meant to get up early, he had so much stuff to do, how had he slept that long?

Patton also noticed the barrage of notifications, the earliest being from Roman at some ungodly hour in the morning.

Princey 👑❤️: Good morning!

Princey 👑❤️: You left pretty early yesterday

Princey 👑❤️: Which is cool

Princey 👑❤️: But we barely got a chance to chat, and I have sooo much to tell you

Princey 👑❤️: Fancy a coffee, my treat?

Despite the disgusting feeling pulling at his insides, Patton couldn’t help the slightest smile that formed on his lips. Roman was not capable of saying all he wanted in a single message, instead he sent fragmented sentences of conversation, but Patton found it endearing. The smile was replaced with a frown as he began tapping out an apologetic excuse.

The feeling of guilt that tugged on his heart only worsened after replying to Roman. He really did miss their chats, and felt awful Roman couldn’t tell him what he wanted, but he knew Mike would be upset, and he really did need to do stuff with what remained of the day.

Another message had been sent at a far too early time, though still slightly later than Roman’s. It was Virgil, who, assumedly, had been forced up by his boyfriend.

My Dark Strange Son 😈💜: Hey Patton, you seemed kinda stressed yesterday, I hope you’re alright bud. I’m always here if you need.

Patton’s frown deepened. He knew Virgil, and the others, were there for him. But they didn’t need to be. He didn’t have a right to complain about anything to them. Others had it far worse than him. They had had it far worse than him. It felt wrong to even consider talking to them. What would he even talk about? He was fine. Still, he was moved by Virgil’s offer, and assured him he understood but was okay.

The last message was at a far more reasonable time.

Lo 👓💙: Patton, we need to talk.

Patton’s heart sunk even further. What was that about? Was there a problem? Was Logan okay? Oh God, what if Logan was in trouble? What if he was ill or something? Worry consumed him, as he typed out his reply, Logan had to be okay. He wasn’t sure what he’d do without Logan.

Me: About what?

Patton felt his nerves grow as he waited for a reply, so he slung his legs over the edge of the bed and forced himself up, despite feeling like a metaphorical dumpster fire. He pulled on a pair of light, plaid, pyjama pants and a soft, pale shirt. As he went to walk out, he heard Mike let out a soft murmur, as he moved slightly in his sleep. Patton stared at him; his hair a mess, his face peaceful, his body wrapped in the blanket. It was adorable. Patton wanted to smile at the sight. But it felt too difficult. Everything felt to difficult. Nothing felt, well, okay.

But still Patton pushed through.

He made his way out to the kitchen, routinely grabbing a glass and a mug, putting the kettle on, grabbing some milk and some orange juice, etc. As usual, he poured himself some juice and set about making Mike his coffee (medium strength with two sugars.) But he didn’t feel like his normal cheerful self, he didn’t hum like usual, or dance to nothing like usual, instead his movements were sluggish and half-hearted. His mind seemed detached, like it was trapped somewhere else. He felt the constant need to cry, it was almost overpowering. But still he pushed through, only letting a few stray, forgotten tears fall.

“Good morning, pet.” Mike’s voice startled him out of his trance, as strong arms wrapped around his waist and he felt a weight on his shoulder.

“Good morning.” Patton hummed, trying to sound as happy as usual.

“Aren’t you an angel.” Mike smiled as Patton finished making his coffee. He removed his arms and took the coffee gratefully. “I’m going back to bed, wanna watch The Office and cuddle?”

Patton turned to him, his spirits lifting slightly as he nodded. “I’ll make us some pancakes, be with you soon!” Patton shone artificially.

Mike chuckled. “Sounds good, darling.” He lightly kissed his boyfriends cheek, and disappeared back into their room.

Patton sighed, again, as he gathered the ingredients he needed and tried to ignore the feeling in the pit of his being, the burning, wrenching, feeling. Just as he s mixing the batter, he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, harshly pulling him back to reality. He checked the caller ID before bringing the phone to his ear.

“Hey Logan, what’s up?” Patton forced out, as chirpily as he possibly could.

“Patton, we need a serious conversation, are you free?” Logan’s voice was strong and unflinching, Patton could feel his heart plummet.

“Um, actually I was just getting ready to spend the day with Mike…”

“Please Patton.” There was a desperation in Logan’s voice that terrified him, his head rushed with all the reasons for this.

“I can tell, please just-I can talk now, like, on the phone.” There was a pause. “Please Logan, tell me what’s wrong. I’m worried.” Patton begged, all he wanted was to help his friend, he just had to find out how.

Logan let out a long intake of breath, he was incredibly reluctant to talk over the phone, but also, he couldn’t stop himself. The thought had be burning at the front of his mind for so long that in that moment, he completely lost his logically self-control. As he spoke, Patton turned to see Mike staring at him from the doorway, an inquisitive and questioning look plastered on his features.

“I’m… I’m worried your relationship with Mike is… is abusive.”

Patton’s face fell, his heart stopped, cold and icy dread ran through him, splintering his bones.

“… Hold on…” Patton held up a finger to Mike, signalling he’d be one moment, and mouthed “It’s important,” at him.

Patton hurried to their front door, he left it on latch as he walked out onto their driveway, pacing back and forth nervously, the gravel crunched softly beneath his feet.

“Logan…What?” Memories of last night appeared fresh in his mind. The insults. The yelling. The bit afterwards. But that wasn’t abuse, Patton was okay with all of it. He was fine, he forgave him, he understood.

“You’re relationship…Mike’s barely letting you see any of us, he’s always involved in all your decisions, he controls your every move. You’re becoming more isolated. More distant. These are telling signs of abuse…”

Dead silence.

“I…I just want you to be okay… And I’m sorry, but I don’t think you are.” Logan’s voice was soft, almost remorseful, everything he said was laced with hurt.

“But he’s never hit me or anythi-“

“-There is far more types of abuse than just physical. All are equally as traumatic and as detrimental to your health.” He stated matter-of-factly.

“I mean, sure, we fight, and he can sometimes get mad at me, but I still love him. That’s not abusive.” For a moment, Patton wasn’t sure if he was talking to Logan or himself.

There was a deep sigh as Logan tried to work out how to kindly convey his thoughts. “Think of Roman and Virgil, they’re practically the architype of a healthy, loving relationship. Do they control each other the way Mike controls you?”

“Well no, but they’re different people. You can’t compare my relationship to theirs. It’s different.”

There was another deep sigh, Logan was clearly having trouble dealing with emotions and trying to convince Patton something was wrong.

“…I really care about you Patton…”

“Aww Lo, I know you do.”

“Then please, please listen to me. You must know, deep down, something is wrong. And I know… you…you love him, but sometimes a relationship just isn’t beneficial to a person’s life, or health, even despite their love.”

“I know. I know to a certain point you are right. I am seeing you guys less, and that’s not nice. But I promise you I’m okay. And I’ll prove it by making my own decision right now, wanna grab a coffee tomorrow?”

“…Are you sure?”

“Of course, it’s been a while since it’s been just us. Hey, maybe we can go for a walk afterwards as well. Though saying this, I’ll have to arrange meeting with Roman at some point too.” Patton rambled on, a small smile creeping onto his face at the thought of properly hanging with his friends again.

“I’d like that very much. Shall we say 12, at the little café near the school?”

“Sounds great, I’ll see you then!”

“Patton…”

“Yeah?”

“…Take care, okay?”

“Of course, you too.” With that he hung up. Immediately he began tapping out a message to Roman, asking to meet on Tuesday at his shop.

As he turned back, chest slightly lighter, he stopped dead in his tracks. A menacing figure blocked the doorway, fire burnt within its eyes, everything about it was intimidating.

“Mike… How long h-“

“Inside. Now.” He snarled, his voice clipped and threatening. He turned, and Patton followed.

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its-me-waffles · 6 years

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The +1 (I)

Summary: You find yourself inviting your colleague to a wedding, and honestly? It’s all your friends’ fault.

(I) (II)

“If there is no stated start date, you always choose “lease start” as your base date, ok? And don’t forget to set type as “rolling” – it means that they can exercise the option at any given time.” You are pretty sure you’ve said that before. Like a million times. But of course not to these people. This particular group heard that maybe ten thousand times.

The temp whose question prompted your answer nods dutifully and focuses on her screen to correct her errors. You can see the rest of the group frantically scrolling to make sure that they filled the extract correctly.

Glass doors to the conference room open with a quiet whoosh and familiar head appears in the crack. Not that you wouldn’t be able to see him without that since there are no walls in this office. Only glass, glass, and some more glass.

“Psst.” He calls and you don’t know if you should laugh or be annoyed – but you know he is doing it for laughs. But he is distracting your temps, who are curiously looking at him from over their screens. “Got a minute?”

“Go back to work.” You say to your group, and you turn around to face Jongdae. “Why?”

“How is your Portuguese?” He asks in turn and takes a step back. You follow him out and together you walk down the corridor. The office is loud, but that’s to be expected in an open space.

“Good enough.” You say, but you make sure to add a little bit of uncertainty to your voice. “But weren’t you the head of Plaza’s Asian project?”

“That’s the problem.” Jongdae laughs, and since you’ve reached his office he opens doors for you and lets you in. You immediately walk over to his desk and you sit down in his chair, not waiting for him to pull up the site – you can do that yourself. “We’ve got some contracts from Macau and some are written in Portuguese – which, as you can guess, is a little bit annoying.”

You laugh, because, yes, you can understand that. You log onto Jongdae’s managing account (you’ve started back in the same year and you both still use the generic password that was given that year).

“What’s the ID of the contract?”

“1853 dash M.O dash 6788910 to 678814.”

“You remember that?” You glance at him quite impressed, and Jongdae waves a memo at your face. Right.

You pull up the first contract while Jongdae sits down on one of his couches, putting his legs up on his coffee table. Thankfully they are at most 7 pages long so you can do that in an hour.

“Why didn’t you as Angela though? She is back from her vacation.”

“Yeaaah…” He stretches the word long enough for you to look up from the contract. Jongdae shrugs. “I find her kinda creepy and I didn’t want to talk to her.”

“You can’t be serious. I am in charge of teaching new guys for the Spanish team, I can’t be doing side jobs when the person responsible for Portuguese is back at work.” You say that, but you are already filling extracts. You are efficient.

“I know,” he whines, but you only shake your head. “I will do your sorting for ACC Group in turn?”

You look up surprised, but you immediately school yourself. Sorting is a pain in the ass and no one ever wants to do that. No one. So you are not going to say no to such a deal.

“Well, I think we can work something out.”

… I know we were supposed to do it together and I swear it wasn’t planned, but it just happened? And I hope you’ll understand me! I am really sorry, but at the same time I just can’t not do it, you know?

There is a knock on your doors and you look up to see Louise in front of your office. You minimize your mail and wave her inside.

“Hi,” she greets you absentmindedly and checks something on her phone. “Are Francesco Hidalgo and Amelia… Rias in your training group?”

“I am sure Amelia is, but Francesco… Gimme a moment.” You quickly search for your list and sure enough, they are both in your group. “You need them for Piaza?”

“Yeah, they dumped on us 60 more leases and they want it done by Monday.” You smiled slightly as a way to show your compassion. “I desperately need everyone that speaks French.”

“Sure, I will send them to you. Francesco is good, but keep an eye on Amelia. She is eager, but she forgets everything I tell her as soon as she is done with a task.” Louise sighs and shrugs. Her phone vibrates and she checks it. You reflexively check your own, and you see a reminder of your wax appointment.

Which immediately reminds you of the mail you were reading when Louise came.

“Well, we had worse,” says Louise absentmindedly. “Anyway, please send them to me as soon as possible.”

“You got it.”

Louise walks out of your office leaving door half open, and you feel a pang of annoyance at that, but you focus on your computer. You open slack and message both aforementioned trainees. Then you look up, over your screen to see what’s happening in the conference room where they are sitting. You can see Francesco call Amelia to check her message, and a second later they both look up. They see you staring and Francesco mouths now? at you. You nod and point at French’s team room.

You stare at them for a second longer, making sure that they will take their laptops with them, and then you open your mail one more time.

… but I think he’s the one…

For fuck's sake.

Social room is filled with the pleasant smell of fresh coffee. You hum contentedly as soon as you walk in, waving to two members of the Italian team sitting at the table under the window.

“We’ve just made coffee,” laughs Theo. “I knew you’d smell if from afar.”

“Of course, I would,” you laugh, opening the cabinet to grab your cup. It looks like an old boring black cup, but it has a quirky message hidden on the bottom (namely if you tip it to drink people around you can see a middle finger).

You grab an apple and pour yourself the coffee, and immediately you take a satisfying sip. The coffee is good, office not sparing expenses on shared goods.

“I smell coffee, I see Spanish PM – everything is in order.” Ok, your obsession with coffee is not that strong. But you laugh nonetheless moving so Jongdae can also pour himself a cup. Together you join Theo and Norbert – they immediately start talking about football. In this office, every world championship is a serious deal – with so many nationalities mingling together.

“We’ll be playing the game after hours. We have a projector and everything – boss already give his thumbs up.”

“Really?” You have to say you are impressed.

“Yeah! Are you staying? We are ordering pizzas.” Jongdae is wiggling his eyebrows and you just have to laugh.

“Damn, that’s tempting, but I have a previous engagement.” Even saying that makes you feel as if something was weighing you down. It’s not your friend’s fault. You can understand her, but also – you feel betrayed.

Jongdae whines and you shake your head. You stand up patting his arm, you grab your coffee and your apple, and you salute the table going back to work. Your mood is… not good.

So your good friend is getting married. You are slowly entering this age group when people around you start to get married, it’s nothing surprising. It’s also nothing bad that there are people marrying and having children, and also people that can’t find their other half (like you). It’s not a big deal. Months ago when you got an invitation you were panicked. Going to a wedding alone is not a fun thing to do. And it’s frowned upon in your social circle.

But out of your friends, there were two other girls that didn’t have their plus-ones. Together you decided you don’t have to since you’ll have yourselves to have fun with.

The first girl dropped out two months ago. Betty found a partner/boyfriend, but you didn’t worry. There was still the other one. At least you thought so. Until today, when you got a mail saying that she found a partner and that she is leaving you alone to deal with this shit.

Bride already mailed you the updates on your lodgings and stuff, and she was cute enough to include a sublime message that there is still a place for your +1 if you happen to find someone.

Sure. With four days until the wedding.

…we will be going there around 2 PM, and we have still two seats left…

You want to rub your eyes, but you know you’ll smudge your makeup. All your yesterday correspondence was about the wedding. Which wasn’t surprising and was to be expected, but everyone was trying to convey to you that yes, you can still invite someone. It’s so annoying because you know that they are worried about you, but at the same time, you can feel that they are pitying you.

At least you are as smooth as a dolphin.

KoreanPM (1-800-call-me-maybe): Did the coffee machine broke again?

SpanishPM (there are stupid questions): No. Why? Wait, did it?

KoreanPM (1-800-call-me-maybe): Dunno, you look down.

You look up, and you see Jongdae in his office. He starts laughing, and:

KoreanPM (1-800-call-me-maybe): Well, now you are looking up. That was easy.

KoreanPM (1-800-call-me-maybe): What’s wrong?

SpanishPM (there are stupid questions): Friends’ stuff. Nothing big.

KoreanPM (1-800-call-me-maybe): Remember the training – if something is wrong, send a ticket to the support.

On the screen appears a pop-out reminding you about training. You gather your things and wave to Jongdae – you can already see your training group sitting in the conference room. All except for French speakers.

On your way to the conference room your phone chimes.

I asked Marie to change your room to double, but with single beds! You can invite a platonic friend!

That is peer pressure.

FrenchPM (quand même): She can’t remember a single instruction. Honestly, that is kind of amazing.

SpanishPM (there are stupid questions): Told you.

… if you want I can ask him for you?

They’ve started setting you up, which, you are pretty sure, is the most horrible thing they could do. You are so stressed that you can feel the bile in the back of your throat all the time.

Theo_Agosti (laugh, live, lay down): Coffee :coffee:

SpanishPM (there are stupid questions): :kissing_ smiling_eyes:

Theo_Agosti (laugh, live, lay down): :poop:

You stretch and push back in your swivel chair, just as you notice Jongdae in front of your door. He is holding your cup in one hand, and his own in the other. He places both of the cups in one hand and opens the door.

“I love you,” you whisper, outstretching your arms for your cup.

“Yeah, I know, I already called my parents to let them know you want to meet them before we elope.”

It is a joke, but it dampens your mood immediately. You take offered coffee and sigh.

Theo_Agosti (laugh, live, lay down): Better than uber eats :poop:

Jongdae sits down in front of your desk.

“Talk to me,” he says taking a sip. You follow his suit, and yeah, coffee is hot and rich. You cluck.

“It’s nothing big – it’s just…”

Your phone chimes and you see a message that covers you in cold sweat.

Gonna ask him.

“What?” Jongdae sounds lost, but you can just stare at your phone in horror. “What happened?”

Don’t. You. Dare. – You send back, knowing that you’ve reached the bottom.

“Jongdae?” You ask, feeling how your pulse pounds in your ears.

“Yeah?”

“Are you doing anything this weekend?” You can believe what you are doing. Jongdae is a colleague. For all, you know he could have a long time girlfriend. Or a boyfriend. He could be engaged. Hell, he could already be married!

“Nothing special as far I know, why?”

“Would you like to go with me to my friend’s wedding?” You ask, not believing that you are actually doing it. You can want to explain why, and you want to tell him that there will be an open bar and free food, and that you are not a serial murder, and that your situation is desperate – but you can’t find words.

“Oh…” You can’t even look him in the face. He has a girlfriend. He obviously has a girlfriend. And you are only a colleague anyway. Please let it be a girlfriend, not a boyfriend. Or maybe boyfriend would be better. You are losing your mind. “Yeah, ok. That could be fun!”

Wait, what?

#jongdae scenario #jongdae imagine #chen scenario #chen imagine #exo scenario #exo imagine

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