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britishboystm · 4 years ago

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The Reunion | The Day We Met: A Fred Weasley Mini Series

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Pairings: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW 18+ (minor dni!) oral f & m receiving, handjob, fingering, unprotected vaginal penetration (please be safe please, for the love of god!) swearing, fighting, arguments, angst, fluff, mentions of possible depression

WC: 7k+

Chapter Summary: A year after that infamous night, will flames be rekindled?

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As promised, George and Y/N wrote to one another.

Fred had excluded himself from the letter exchanges as he felt that it would be too painful to put words to paper. He was also worried that the process would bring up deep unsurfaced feelings of regret and remorse.

George would often ask Fred if there was anything he would want him to add to his letters to Y/N. Fred would always say to write; Fred misses you a lot. But that was it.

It had now been a bit over a year since Y/N last saw the boys fly away into the dark sky that cold April night. Keeping her promise, Y/N continued her studies at Hogwarts and immediately began training to become a healer once she graduated. She was lucky enough to be granted a mentorship with the ever so helpful Madam Pomfrey during her last couple months of classes.

Now, on one hot May afternoon, Y/N found herself with Alicia, Katie and Angelina, walking aimlessly around Diagon Alley. All four girls had been so wrapped up in studies and work that it had been months since they last saw one another.

It was nice to finally catch up with her old schoolmates but Y/N did have an ulterior motive to her visit however. As they strides the cobblestone walkways, sitting at the bottom of Y/N’s tote bag was George’s last letter.

And in that letter, contained what seemed to be a plea for help.

Dear Y/N,

I hope training is going well and you are putting everyone in their place like always. We are so proud of everything you’ve accomplished in such a short amount of time. I’ve got to admit though, things aren’t going that well over here. The store is doing fine, brilliant actually! That isn’t the problem. It’s Fred. He hasn’t been getting any better. I know in our past letters you have said that it would take time for him to adjust and get over everything, but I’m not so sure now. It’s been over a year and nothing has really changed. He smiles and jokes around the shop like he always does and I know he loves what he is doing but it’s the nights that are the worst. He turns into a completely different person. I think it's the quietness. He doesn’t like his brain being the only thing he can hear. In the shop everything is so loud and energetic that he can distract him from his thoughts. But once that closed sign is put up and we head up to our flat for the evening he shuts down, almost like all of that energy has been drained out of him. He doesn’t even come out for dinner anymore. I usually just leave things on the table for him and he hobbles out to grab it when he feels like it, only to go back to his bedroom right away. I haven’t been in his room for months by the way and quite honestly, I’m scared to even try. Who knows what type of monster has formed in there. I’m also finding it hard to sleep. The walls aren’t thin in this place so I can usually hear him cry at night. I’ve been constantly casting silencing spells to drown him out but nothing’s working. I guess what I’m trying to say is, could you come visit? Only for a bit, you have no obligation to stay long but I think he really needs it. He misses you and I know you miss him too. So for my sake and both of yours, could you please find the time to come down here? You won’t regret it. I’ll bribe you if I have to, just name it!

Consider it Y/N,

Love George

After reading that letter she couldn't sleep for an entire week. Tossing and turning, Y/N contemplated on whether it was a good idea to go see them... to go see him and what would happen if they reconnected and all of those old feelings resurfaced? It would just make it that much more painful when she would have to leave. There was no sense in showing up only to give him false hope... right?

Then came the call from Angelina asking if she wanted to join her and the girls for a day on the town in Diagon Alley that weekend. Y/N wanted to say no, but something inside her forced her to say yes.

She instantly regretted it, but didn’t have the heart to cancel. She thought that maybe this was her subconscious telling her to finally bite the bullet and walk through those shop doors.

So here she was, avoiding that part of Diagon Alley. The four girls walked around in the heat, stopping along the way to window shop for what felt like hours. They even took a nice long lunch break at the Leaky Cauldron which provided a nice cool down for awhile. Things had been going fairly smooth sailing up to that point. Then they left the Leaky Cauldron and began walking around again. Y/N’s worries of having to face Fred Weasley started to re-emerge. But even though her brain was setting off red alerts for her to stop and turn around, something kept her feet moving along the path to where she remembered George saying they were located.

“You alright Y/N?” Katie asked as she linked arms with her old roommate. Y/N nodded slightly and let out a shaky breath.

“Hey, we don’t have to go in there if you don’t want to.” Katie said with care as she gently grabbed Y/N’s arm to stop her in their tracks. All of her friends knew how Fred and her left things the year before and that it was a sensitive subject for her.

“I’m fine Katie, really. Thank you for checking though.” Katie gave her a sad smile in response. Y/N didn’t know if she was fine to be honest.

The group continued to walk a little longer before they came to a sudden stop. Looking up from her feet for what felt like the first time in a while, Y/N came face to face to one of the most ridiculous looking shops she had ever seen. The huge robotic head tipping it’s top hat that resembled the boys almost perfectly was the first thing that caught her eye. Then she noticed the etched golden letters that spelled out Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes just above the door. It would also be fair to say that the bright orange and purple paint coating made it the most colourful building in all of Diagon Alley.

Of course this was their shop.

“Fancy a visit with the boys?” Angelina asked cautiously. Y/N could feel all of the girl’s eyes on her, waiting to see if she would agree or not. It was now or never.

“Yeah, sure.” She said hesitantly. Katie gave her a reassuring rub on the back before they all walked up to the loud building, dodging hyperactive children rushing past them in both directions.

The second they stepped through the door, a gust of warmth and the smell of gunpowder hit Y/N in the face. The inside of the shop was even louder then the outside. Kids and parents ran around different displays and shelves of magical toys, trinkets and miscellaneous items.

It was incredible and Y/N couldn’t help but gasp at what the twins had created. Everything started to make a bit more sense as to why they were so adamant about leaving before graduation.

The girls began to walk further into the shop, clearly familiar with the space, unlike Y/N. They had formed themselves in a way that Katie and Y/N trailed behind, hidden from anyone’s view.

“Ladies, welcome!”

Y/N froze in place upon hearing that oh so familiar voice. He did sound a tad older though, almost as if his vocal chords had grown accustomed to constantly yelling over the many ecstatic customers they have gained in the past year.

But it was him.

Her Fred.

She began to turn around before Katie grabbed her, keeping her planted in place.

“Hey Freddie, George!” Angelina chirped before sauntering over and engulfing them into a hug.

From where Y/N was standing, Fred seemed nothing like how George mentioned in his letters. His face was bright and radiated a youthful energy.

She shouldn't be here, she thought. And yet something told her to stay. Something more than Katie’s tight grip on her shoulders.

“Guess who came to visit?” Angelina suddenly said with a cheeky grin. Fred frowned down at her, traces of a smile still evident his face.

“Who?” Once he asked, the girls all moved away from where they were standing, leaving Y/N completely exposed. There was no turning back. She had been spotted and struck. No escape in sight.

The second he laid eyes on her, his smile dropped. Everything was happening in slow motion.

Even though it had only been a year, she looked so different. She looked like a woman. Not that her face had aged at all but just from the way she held herself. Like an adult witch who was making her way in the world. She was no longer the young naive Hogwarts student that he had fallen in love with all those years ago.

That love never disappeared though. He could still feel it dancing within his chest and gut as she shifted awkwardly in place, clutching her canvas tote bag in an attempt to grounding herself.

Fred also looked older to Y/N. He had grown taller since the last time she saw him, if that were even possible. He looked more strongly built, most likely from lugging around all of those boxes of inventory day after day. His face had filled in a bit and the waistcoat he had on hugged his sides nicely underneath his colourful dress jacket. He looked great, amazing actually.

“Y/N.” He gasped out as he dropped the small box of fever fudge he was holding.

“Hi Freddie.” Her face was flushed and the pounding in her chest held a strong presence within her. She wasn’t given any more time to speak as he ran up to her and pulled her in for a bone crushing hug.

“I’ve missed you so much. What are you doing here?” He muffled into her hair. It smelled of the lavender and sage shampoo she used throughout their school days.

Such good memories.

“Girls day I guess.” She awkwardly giggled, pulling away from him and looking down at the floor.

He couldn't help but stare at her intently, happy she had finally decided to come see him.

It didn’t take long for Fred to take Y/N’s small hand in his. He gently tugged her away from the group and pulled her through the chaotic space, showing her everything that him and George had worked so hard to obtain. It was as if he had completely forgotten about the last year.

With every minute, Y/N became more and more relaxed. She watched him intently as he explained things with so much animation while his hands flailed around rapidly. It was really nice to see the childish excitement behind his eyes again, the childish excitement that made her fall in love with him in the first place.

Shit.

“You’re staying for dinner right?” He asked out of the blue while the other girls bid their adieu to the younger of the two twins.

“Freddie I don’t know if that’s a good idea. I have a lot of work to catch up on an-”

“Please.” His big brown puppy dog eyes were exactly why she shouldn’t have come in the first place, but it was too late. She had already been caught in his web.

“Alright. Only dinner though, and then I need to head home.” His face lit up and his eyes formed those same old endearing crinkles in the corners that she adored so much. Not thinking clearly he began to lean in for a kiss before he stopped himself, suddenly remembering where they were in their relationship.

“Sorry.” He whispered bashfully as Y/N shifted away from him, looking everywhere else but his baby browns. She had to set boundaries.

“You coming Y/N?” Alicia asked as the girls started to exit the shop.

“Umm,” Y/N looked between Fred and the girls, finding it difficult to decide on what she should do. Fred’s hand then found itself placed on her lower back, sending a nice tingle down her spine. Her final decision was finally made.

“You lot go ahead. I think I will stay back for a bit.” The girls nodded, grins sitting on all of their faces. This was clearly planned and Y/N had fallen for it.

“Thank you ladies for your help.” George muttered under his breath while he led them out and placed the closed sign on the door. Y/N thankfully didn’t hear him say a single word.

Once the shop had fully settled and filled with quiet, George began to subtly examine his brother's behaviour, already noticing a difference. His shoulders weren’t slumped over and his eyes weren’t hooded with pessimism and exhaustion.

“I’m really glad you came Y/N.” George explained as he finally walked over and went in for a welcoming hug. It had been sort of difficult to do so earlier, since Fred had kept her glued to his side the second she got there.

“Nice to see you to Georgie.” She replied with a small laugh. Once they finally detangled from one another, the twins led the third member of their long lost trio up the stairs and into their shared flat .

It was a good thing that she was there really. The twins couldn’t cook to save their lives, so the minute they began preparing dinner, Y/N shooed them out of the kitchen, only allowing them to approach if she needed help with something small or uncomplicated. It was like the good old days when their mum made meals for them. The scents of cumin and cooking oil as well as the sounds of long lost laughs wafted through the space. Things were going swimmingly, and if anything, solidified the fact that Y/N had missed Fred and George dearly.

“Godric, Y/N. It really is great to see you again.” George beamed as he sat back in his chair, easing into the fullness he was feeling from Y/N’s amazing grilled chicken dish.

“It took me a while but yeah, I’m glad too.” She stated, blushing slightly as she looked over to Fred. With the three of them together, everything was fine. It reminded her of when they would run and hide within the halls and walls of Hogwarts at the peak of their pranking careers.

Y/N being alone with Fred however, was a completely different story. Wounds had yet to be fully mended and deep scars still very much remained.

George took a moment to dart his eyes back and forth between Y/N and Fred as an obvious awkward aura danced around the cozy flat. George knew exactly what to do to remedy the tension.

“Well, I’m stuffed. Should probably be heading off to bed. I’m so glad you agreed to dinner Y/N. I hope we do this more often.” She abruptly looked up at the younger twin with a pleading look in her eyes that screamed; please don’t leave me with him!

He read it perfectly, but chose to simply give the begging girl a sly grin and an obnoxious “good night.” before patting his brother on the shoulder and retreating down the hall to his room.

Damn George Wealsey. Damn him to hell.

The awkward silence remained but it was now so much louder. Out of the corner of her eye, Y/N could see Fred shift around in his seat, trying to calm the uneasiness that they were both clearly experiencing,

Someone had to say something before one of them spontaneously combusted from all of these pent up emotions.

“I’m sorry.” They said collectively. There was a moment of shock that they had spoken the same words at the same time, then small smiles that led to shy blushes.

“I meant everything I said that night you know. About me waiting for you.” He said while staring down at the table, folding his napkins over and over again to busy himself and ease his anxiety.

“Fred I-“

“I’m serious.”

“Then why didn’t you write to me?” Her words were laced with hurt. It was quiet for a moment. He then bowed his head slightly in shame before bringing his hands up and through his red strands of hair, letting out a sigh.

“It would have hurt. Trying to keep something alive that you didn’t want anymore. But the minute I saw you walk through that door this afternoon, I felt like hope was restored.”

She relaxed slightly at his answer, but only slightly. She never wanted it to end, so for him to think she wanted to let go of what they had killed her. This conversation was happening though, and that was all that mattered

“It’s been a weird year. I found myself at times picking up the phone or running to grab parchment to tell you about crazy events that had happened. Then I would remember, remember that you weren’t there.” He frowned, being slightly offended by this.

“I never really left. If you wanted to, you could have. Called and written that is.”

“You’re one to talk.” She scoffed, folding her arms.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He retorted in a state of defensive confusion.

“It means you aren’t allowed to be mad at me when you didn’t contact me once all year!”

“You hurt me Y/N! I had everything planned out for us and you ruined it!” Voices were beginning to rise.

“I’m sorry?” She was this close at screaming at him. The first time they fought, she had been scared. This time was different. She was stronger, maturer and quite honestly, sick of his shit.

“Last time I checked, you were the one that left school to open a fucking joke shop! What? You just thought I would up and leave an actual future so I could be your little housewife? Fuck you Fred Weasley!” They were both standing at this point, moving in closer and closer to the point of them almost touching. He towered over her and she couldn’t help but notice that feeling.

“Oh get off it L/N.” He spat down at her. The image they took resembled a Chihuahua trying to gain dominance over a Great Dane.

“You, are a man child Fred Weasley. When the fuck are you going to grow up and face the real world?” She shoved a finger into his chest, which didn’t even him an inch.

“A man child?” He chortled mockingly with a raised eyebrow and obnoxious smirk.

“Yeah.” She retorted, grounding her feet to make herself feel bigger and stronger. Her Gryffindor was shining through like no tomorrow.

“Say it again.”

“What?” She asked confused.

“Say it, again.” His tone was low and direct. He exerted an intense sense of power and strength that she secretly loved.

“You are a man child Fred Weas-“ Before she could finish her sentence, he grabbed her cheeks into his palms and slammed his lips against hers. Her eyes widened in pure shock but she quickly closed them and grabbed his wrists in her hands, giving into the sensation. It was a sensation that she had been craving for so long. They moaned and groaned into each other’s mouths before he pushed her back and hoisted her up onto the kitchen counter by her arse. His hands then squeezed into her sides, causing her to squeak and squirm.

“Fuck.” She whispered as their mouths seperated for a moment of breath since she had gripped the base of his neck hair and pulled him away from her.

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” She continued as he moved his lips down her neck. She was slightly mad at herself for giving in to him so easily. Deep down though she knew it was going to happen eventually. She had just been too proud to admit it.

“Why?” He whispered as he sucked on her jugular, making sure to reach every single beauty mark that painted her neck.

“B-because I-. Fuck Freddie I can’t speak.” Her words were getting lost with each lick and smooch he planted on her jawline.

“Then don’t.” He muttered into her flesh. She dropped the subject and chose to grip on to his hair once again. His hands slowly moved from her hips down to her thighs, stroking them softly. The feeling triggered Y/N’s memories of the night he left. She wanted to yell at the top of her lungs; Don’t leave again! But all she could do was whimper at the touch of his warm and inviting fingers circling against her quads.

The whimpers she was releasing made Fred stop and look into her eyes which he had been dreaming about for over a year now.

“You are so beautiful.” He stated as tears began to form in his lower waterlines. He hated himself for being such a prick and for not fighting hard enough for her. Instead he chose to put his tail between his legs and accept defeat. That wasn’t the Fred Weasley he knew.

But this girl, this stunning girl with her chest heaving and legs open had changed him. She had changed him for the better.

Just from the mere sight of him crying made her tear up herself. Unable to watch him suffer any longer, she threw her arms around his neck, pulling him into her chest as he continued to silently sob.

One of her hands crept up his back in hopes of soothing him. She began to rub gentle circles between his shoulder blades. Her other hand came up to caress his hair as she shushed him gently.

“I’m sorry.” He choked out through weak whimpers.

“I let you down.” Her heart broke at this statement.

“You didn’t let me down. I’m sorry too Freddie. I didn’t mean what I said about the shop. I am so proud of you and all the hard work you have done.” She leaned down to kiss the top of his head. This made him tighten the grip he had on her.

She let him hold her for as long as he needed. Merlin knew just how much they both needed it.

When he finally started to feel the emptiness within him fill slightly, he pulled himself away from her grasp to look into her red puffy eyes.

“Stay? Please?” He was desperate for her. Desperate for her touch, her body, her laugh, her voice, her smell and everything in between.

“Freddie, you know I can’t.” She spoke softly while she closed her eyes, forcing out a tear.

“Just for tonight, please.” She sighed as she laid her forehead against his shoulder in frustration, wrapping her calves around his waist to pull him in closer.

Neither one of them spoke for a while, instead choosing to listen to each other’s laboured breathing, finding that missing comfort in the inhalation and exhalation.

“Just for tonight.” She spoke quietly. He closed his eyes in relief, smiling to himself before pushing her off of his shoulder and gently taking her face in his hands.

“Thank you.” He spoke, lightly pecking her on the lips. She smiled back and removed her hands from his neck.

“I’ve missed you.” She said in a whisper as her right hand grazed down his torso, stopping at his crotch. She began to palm him, making sure not to break eye contact. He sputtered out and buckled at her touch.

“Fuck.” He softly groaned, his face tucking into the curvature of her jaw and neck.

“What do you want, baby?” She asked, speeding up her movements.

“You.” Was all he was able to vocalize. This sent a sensation right down to her underwear.

“Stand up straight love.” He followed her instructions immediately, pulling all of his weight off of her and struggling to find a solid stance. She then hopped off of the counter and found her way down onto her knees, preparing herself for what was to come.

He tried so hard to not go absolutely feral as he watched her look up at him with these soft doe eyes. Her hands then came up to tug at his belt, making it so his hips dipped forward from the force of her pull. Never in his wildest imagination did he think that the sound of a clanking belt would be so heavenly.

“Need you.” He said through a gasp, gently stroking her hair. He could feel her fingers dance along the elastic band of his boxers before tugging them down to above his knees along with his work trousers. The cool air hit his member once it sprung free and lightly tapped his lower stomach. The feeling sent shivers down his spine and caused his leg hairs to stand on end.

His tears had now become dry against his cheeks as he strangled out a new cry. This time from pleasure as Y/N thumbed the tip of his member gently.

Noticing how desperate he was, Y/N continued to stroke him until his cock was covered in any kind of wetness he could offer.

Once she felt it appropriate she leaned forward and took a deep breath, taking him into her mouth and as far down her throat that she could. Everything she couldn’t swallow was dealt with by her hand.

Fred groaned profusely through his bitten lip, trying hard not to be too loud. His brother was just down the hall after all.

“Fuck love.” He encouraged, holding the back of her head lightly in a make shift ponytail as he gently thrusted forward, causing her to gag and slobber slightly. The strangled chokes she let out around his member made him subconsciously quicken his pace. No longer in control, she gave up on taking care of him with her hands and chose to lay them flat agaisnt his tense thighs for support instead.

Her breathing began to shorten and the choking was becoming a tad bit unbearable, so she lightly tapped one of his thighs, making him pull her off of him and up to her feet. She wobbled slightly at the feeling of coming up to fast and from the lack of oxygen as she fell into his arms.

“You alright love?” He asked with concern through erratic pants. She could feel his still rock hard member cuddled up against her hip as she leaned against him.

“Yeah, just thought we should take this into the bedroom.” He nodded in agreement and let go of her for a moment to pull up his trousers and boxers. He hissed at the fabric grazing against his sensitive area but paid it little attention. He couldn’t worry about himself since he wanted to be fully invested in Y/N and her wants and needs. He would be dealt with soon enough, that was for certain.

Once he was fully clothed again, he decided to pick Y/N up, catching her off guard by throwing her over his shoulder and making her squeal out in excitement.

“Shhh, don’t want to wake up George do we?” He whispered through a sly smile.

“Depends.” She spoke seductively.

“You cheeky little mink.” He growled jokingly while placing a palm down on to her arse with a firm smack, making her squeal out once more, this time in pleasure.

He carried her down the hall and into the room right across from the one George disappeared into. Once they were fully inside, Fred threw Y/N down onto his unmade bed.

She took a moment to take in her surrounding, mentally referring back to the letters George had sent her. She thought about how worried he was about the depressive hole Fred had found himself in and that his room would be a good indication of it, even if he himself hadn’t been in there in months.

It wasn’t terrible. Laundry scattered the floor, clearly making it difficult to differentiate dirty from clean. A few bottles of fire whiskey sat in a dark corner by his work desk, almost as though they were being shunned from the rest of the room. Used tissues were placed on his bedside table in the formation of a small hill, making it unclear which ones were used from his nights of tears and which ones were used for his nights of self pleasure to calm the tears, both actions having her in mind.

She observed all of this as he laid on top of her and licked up her neck.

“Freddie.” She moaned out, finally coming back to reality from her thoughts.

“Yes baby?” His lips attached to her upper chest.

“Off.” She said, brain too fried from the pleasure to speak in fully formed sentences.

“ ‘f course.” He mumbled before detaching himself from her collarbone and sitting up to straddle her waist. His fingers traced up and down the buttons on her light summer dress before he started to unbutton it, allowing her bra to be exposed to him. It wasn’t a fancy lace or an elegant silk, but rather a sweet light yellow cotton that drove him absolutely mad.

Because it was her. It was always her.

He took a moment to admire the canvas that was laying below him that he couldn’t wait to paint before tugging the bra down, revealing her breasts to him. She let out a small whine as the cold air struck her bare skin, making her nipples perk up in the process. He shifted his gaze between her face and her chest. She nodded slightly, giving him the go ahead. With her approval, he leaned down and latched his tongue and lips around her delicate areolas.

She hummed with ease and shimmied her hips underneath him. He took a good minute to praise her supple mounds before bringing his hand down and underneath her dress, tapping her hip. She caught the hint and lifted herself up, allowing him to pull the floral patterned fabric from underneath her and toss it amongst one of his numerous piles. She then arched her back, making it so he could remove the constricting bra fully. He let out a small groan before shifting his body, specifically his lips, down her stomach to her navel. His lips littered her skin with kisses but he could tell she was craving a different kind of touch.

“So good f’ me, love. Have always been so good f’ me.” She smiled at this and shut her eyes as he started to tug her underwear down her bent legs. Almost automatically her knees fell open, giving Fred admission to his own personal holy grail. His gaping mouth emitted a hot breath that hit her centre, causing her to squirm.

“Freddie, please, right there, ‘m ready for you.”

God she was so perfect.

“I know baby. I can see it, can see all of it.” His index finger stroked down her wet folds, making her shudder.

“So sensitive.” He tutted softly as he grabbed both of her ankles and tugged her further forward, placing the back of her knees over his shoulders.

“Need it now,” Her whining made it abundantly clear that she was unable to handle much more of his teasing.

He couldn’t torture her any longer, so he leaned in and let a small amount of spit to drop from his lips and on to her sensitive clit. Then he brought his tongue down to swirl the liquid he released around her entrance, making her moan out loud to indicate to him that he was doing his job really well.

All he could think about was the sounds she was making and how she tasted just like he remembered.

So sweet.

“Taste so good love.” She gripped the sheets at the vibrations of his words of encouragement.

“Whenever you’re ready, come f’ me.” He spoke as he stopped his movements against her clit and dropped her legs, allowing her to be laid out for him. He then laid himself on his stomach between her legs and I nserted a couple of digits into her hole, hoping to speed up the process of bringing her to a fully euphoric state.

“Okay.” She whined, along with a submissive nod that was so innocent, he couldn’t help but rut his hips into the sheets beneath him to try and calm his own ache. His fingers sped up and he attached his lips to her once more. She dug her heels into his upper back, pushing him further against her heat.

“Right there, right there, fuck I’m go-going t-” She couldn’t even finish her sentence as she released onto his face. They both wheezed out in exhaustion and once he felt like he could finally move, he sat up, kissing her roughly, making it so her wetness transferred from his lips to hers.

“Too many clothes Freddie.” She sighed out as she weakly tugged at his waistcoat button, while she slowly came down from her orgasm.

He was utterly bewildered by her and what she had just done that he had no choice but to scramble to sit up more and almost rip off his clothing in anticipation.

He moved off of the bed and tried to keep eye contact with her as she leaned back on her elbows, naked and open for him. He could see their mixture of slick fluids covering her thighs reflect in the moonlight.

Once he was fully nude, Y/N stopped him from moving towards her like a dog in heat by pressing her foot against his chest.

“Stay there. Wanna get a good look at you.” He tilted his head slightly in confusion, but obeyed his queen nonetheless.

She just wanted to see how he had changed over the past year. A year since they first made love. His arms were more toned and his abs carried a deeper definition. His thick thighs made her practically salivate.

“Okay.” She breathed out shakily.

“Get over here.” She continued, giving him the come hither motion with her finger. He smirked and quickly crawled over to her, hopping on top of her, pinning her down underneath him and smothering her with kisses.

She laughed out, trying to pry him off of her small frame.

‘Okay, okay enough! You’re crushing me!” She giggled.

He finally stopped, not expecting her to then lunge at him and roll them over so she was on top.

Her naked figure straddled his hips and he couldn’t help but to stare up at her in awe as he stroked her figure gently.

“I’ve missed you.” She said out of the blue. He smiled sadly in return.

“I’ve missed you too.” They both went in for a kiss.

“Want you inside me baby.” She mumbled against his lips. He nodded and shifted so she was hovering right above his erect shaft.

She let out a shaky breath of release from her sweaty, heaving chest as she eased down onto him, making him groan out loudly and grip her hips harder than before.

It had been a whole year since he had felt the touch of a woman but it had been totally worth it in the end. Because it was with her and that’s all that mattered.

“Oh Freddie.” She moaned, placing her hands against his chest as she began to rock back and forth. He could feel his toes curl just from the mere sight of her getting off on his cock. Her lashes sat gently against her soft cheeks and her plush lower lip was stuck between her teeth.

Unable to bear it, Fred began to thrust up into her with a rapid and rough pace, trying to catch up in the chase. The sounds admitting from both of them and their collective wetness grew. He knew neither of them would be able to last much longer. Especially after being away from one another for so long.

“Come ‘ere.” He panted, sweat forming in his hairline and on his upper lip. She nodded and leaned down so he could wrap his arms around her in a hug. They stayed like this for a while as he continued to slam up into her again and again. He made sure to have her ear close to his lips, so she could hear just how good she was making him feel.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He winced as his orgasm began to rise to the surface.

“It’s okay, let go.” She struggled to whisper. He nodded in response and squeezed her arse, pressing her further down on to him with every rough slam of his hips.

He then let out a shuddering sigh as he finished inside of her, all of his muscles relaxing that had been clenching during their heated escapade.

Y/N continued to whine and rut herself against him, making it clear that she hadn’t reached her climax yet.

Fred laid his head back on to his pillow in exhaustion, taking her with down him. He wasn’t done though. This was all about her and Fred be damned if he didn’t make her come at least twice.

His hand crept between their sweaty, connected bodies and pressed his fingers to her sensitive clit. Small ministrations were made to her bundle of nerves and she couldn’t help but kiss up his neck and grind down on him in return, a lot like when she would use her pillow after they broke up, always thinking of him of course.

“Freddie, baaaby!” She cried out, making his body tense up again as well as his cock.

“Yes baby?” He asked while stroking her arse with his other hand.

“Almost there.” She answered through heavy breaths.

“You look so good for me, love. Using me as your personal sex toy. Fuck I love you so much.” His words encouraged her to quicken the pace of her hips which made her clench her thighs against his sides.

“Oh god.” She groaned out as her eyes rolled back slightly before shaking and then relaxing, dropping all of her body weight on top of him.

Hot air deflated from her lungs, hitting his sweaty chest.

“Fuck I’ve missed you.” He quietly chuckled while rubbing her moist back with one hand and combing through his now wet hair with the other. She giggled in return and dragged her lips over the skin of his chest tiredly before reaching up to kiss him.

“I love you.” She hummed.

“I love you.” He responded candidly.

It didn’t take long for sleep to take over the young couple as they held on to each other for dear life.

May 8th, 1997

The next morning Y/N woke up with a jolt. Remembering it was a Sunday she relaxed again.

Her eyes roamed around the space for a moment, recalling that she never made it back home the day before.

Looking to her left, she saw Fred laying naked on his stomach with a leg draped over her torso and his arms tucked underneath his pillow. His face was sunken into the feathery fabric as he emitted soft peaceful snores. The poor bloke probably hadn’t had this good of a sleep in over a year.

She didn’t want to wake him right away. Instead she allowed herself to watch him and enjoy his beautiful features that she adored so much. Almost as if he were a spectacle.

She shifted over so she was laying on her side. Fred’s leg slipped off of her frame in the process. Her hand then came up to his face to caress his cheek.

“Mm, hello there.” He spoke through a dopey smile and deep morning voice, sending her into a tizzy. She chuckled lightly and began rubbing his exposed bicep in a soothing manner.

His eyes stayed closed as he let out a deep sigh, pulling Y/N further into his chest.

“Freddie?” She asked quietly. He hummed in response, pressing her even closer to him.

“I should be going soon.” She hated to break up the lovely moment but she couldn’t stay for much longer.

What would happen after this moment, no one knew. But what was most important was that the year of silence was now finally over.

“No, don’t.” He whined and pouted as he shifted down a bit to nuzzle his face in between her breasts. His favourite place to be.

She let out a sigh and gently played with the hairs at the back of his neck.

“Freddie, you promised.” She warned. He groaned out in a huff and finally let go of her, followed by getting out of bed begrudgingly.

She watched him as he walked around the bedroom, picking out an outfit for the day from the numerous piles of clothes.

“Fred talk to me.” She hated the silence.

“I don’t want you to leave.” He was unable to look her in the eye as he paced around his room, continuing to get himself dressed.

“I don’t know where we go from here.” He gripped his dark oak drawer at her words, frustrated that she was still being so stubborn, even after the events from the night prior.

“Look, I want you here, always. I want to wake up in the morning and have your face be the first thing I see, then have it be the last thing I see before I go to sleep. Is that enough of a forward for you?”

She groaned in aggravation and threw herself back down on to the bed. It seemed as though no compromise was ever going to be made.

“Look Fred.” She stared up at his ceiling.

“We can take it slow. I can make more of an effort to come see you on the weekends and you can make more of an effort to write to me. We will see where things take us, you know… slowly.” He turned at this with a sigh and walked back over to the bed, crawling over to her and placing a loving kiss to her lips.

“If it means the possibility of us being us again, then yes, I’ll do whatever it takes.” She smiled and grabbed his face, kissing him once more.

“Deal.” She sat up enthusiastically and stuck her hand out for him to take. He looked down at it as if she had an extra thumb. She waited patiently and he rolled his eyes, finally grabbing her hand in his and shaking it, almost as if they had just closed a business deal.

He then tugged her towards him by the hand which made her land on top of him. He began to tickle her and she immediately squirmed in his grasp.

“Stop, I need to get dressed!” She squealed.

“Who’s the best shag of your life?” He asked teasingingly.

“You!” She laughed through her struggle.

“What was that? I couldn’t quite hear you love.” He further pushed through a cheeky grin.

“Fred Weasley is the best shag of my life!” She knew this was the only way that he would let up.

“Right answer.” She scoffed at his smug response as he let go of her.

“Only shag is more like it.” She muttered jokingly, just loud enough for him to hear.

“And don’t you forget it.” He winked before smacking her bare arse and rolling off the bed. She yelped and gave him a look of light hearted warning.

She soon got up herself and began to change, noticing out of the corner of her eye, Fred watching her from the doorway.

“What?” She asked in false annoyance.

“Nothing, just looking at you is all.” He was beaming from ear to ear. She rolled her eyes playfully in return.

Once she was done getting dressed, he reached his hand out for her to take. She walked over and grabbed it, allowing him to lead her out of the room and down the hall.

When they reached the kitchen, they didn’t initially notice George sitting at the kitchen table, enjoying a bowl of cereal.

The couple were to busy poking and prodding each other as they looked through the fridge for breakfast.

“Mooorning.” They quickly shot up and shut the fridge, turning to see George smirking at them, who was as it seemed, clearly aware of what had occurred the night prior.

He gave them a wink and a knowing look before going back to his bowl.

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SterekWeek2020: Day Six (Blue Moon)

“First of all,” Stiles said, pointing his fork at the red-haired banshee across from him. “The chances of Derek ever falling in love with me are like, once in a blue moon. Second of all, it’s just a quick college party to convince my college friends that I’m not single and lonely!”

“But you are single and lonely,” Lydia said, slicing delicately into her chicken as she ignored the fork in her face. “And there’s no way Derek is going to say yes.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Oh, I’m fairly sure,” Lydia said, finally glancing up. “And I’m sorry I can’t go, Stiles. I have a meeting with a professor who decided my paper wasn’t worth an A, and he’s going to regret that decision immensely.”

“On a Friday night?” Stiles frowned. “What, are you using dinner as a cover for an interrogation or something?”

“That’s precisely what it is.”

Stiles blinked, then rolled his eyes. “You can be terrifying sometimes.”

“That is the point.”

“Come on, Lyds,” Stiles said, jabbing his fork into his food, metal screeching against the plate. That earned a few glances from the other people in the relatively-cheap restaurant Stiles had picked out for his and Lydia’s reunion, but he didn’t really care. He was desperate here. “If Derek says no, then I have to go alone. And then my roommate will try to set me up with his douchey best friend and that guy gives me the creeps.”

“Then just say no.”

“And risk pissing my roommate off? Do you realize how dangerous that is?”

Lydia sighed, setting down her utensils and reaching across the table, catching Stiles’s hand and giving a small squeeze. He hated how reassuring that was. “Why don’t you actually ask Derek before you freak out? It’s been a while since he’s visited anyway.”

“I’m not even that far away,” Stiles grumbled. He’d like to say he wasn’t hurt that Derek never came by Stanford to check-in, but that would be a total lie.

Even the betas visited more often, though it was usually just to complain about their lives or steal his clothes. But still, they came. Scott came. Stiles’s dad and Lydia came.

But Derek had only been by like, twice in the last semester. Sometimes, Stiles wondered if he was the man’s least favorite pack member.

Okay, he didn’t have to wonder.

Sighing, he poked at his food again, appetite long since gone. He’d ask Scott to go with him if the boy wasn’t basically his brother and a terrible actor. And Stiles had already decided he’d never ask the betas, because he didn’t need that kind of blackmail.

But Stiles had gone throughout his entire first year of college staying far away from everyone else. At first, it had been a supernatural thing. He had trust issues, okay? But then it was just the hassle of getting out there and yeah, Stiles ended up having one or two hookups along the way, but that’s all they were. Hookups.

And now the friends he had made were starting to get pushy. So, Lydia had been Stiles’s first choice, and Derek was his saving grace.

Dammit if that wasn’t a sentence he’d never thought he’d have to say out loud.

On a scale from one to ten about scared for his well being, asking Derek Hale to fake date him for a night was right up there at an eleven.

Stiles had long since come to terms with the fact that his hopeless pining was just that. Hopeless pining. He could totally look at Derek without getting butterflies now, but that’s just because he had accepted his fate.

This was crossing a line that Stiles had told himself he would never cross. And damn, if he wasn’t silently panicking.

Derek, on the other hand, just looked bored. “What did you want, Stiles?”

For a long moment, Stiles stayed silent. He’d practiced this in the mirror at least a dozen times, trying to imagine the different ways that Derek could-- would-- say no. And it really wouldn’t be that bad, would it? It wasn’t like Stiles was baring his soul to the werewolf or anything. He was just asking for a small favor.

A small, totally platonic favor.

“Stiles.”

“O- oh,” Stiles said, snapping back to reality. “Right. I need something from you.”

Derek raised an eyebrow and Stiles winced. He was already going off script and this was so not going to end well.

“Not like that,” he said, then winced again. “Actually, it’s exactly like that. See, I might have told a few friends that I was seeing someone to get them off my back about dating. But now I’m expected to have a date for some upcoming party.”

Derek’s face remained completely blank. Stiles hated him a little bit for that.

“Lydia can’t come, though.”

“Okay.”

“Oh my god,” Stiles said, burying his face in his hands. Why Derek? Why did his saving grace have to be Derek? “Yeah, okay. And I need you to come instead, dude.”

The words were said into his hands and for a long moment, the only sound was the rest of the cafe around them. Stiles kept his face hidden until he felt like it was safe, peering through his fingers at the werewolf to see that Derek’s expression hadn’t really changed much.

A long moment passed before Derek grunted. “No.”

“N-no?”

“No,” Derek said, taking a long, finishing drink of his coffee and setting it back on the table. The man started to stand and Stiles panicked, jumping to his feet so fast, the table nearly toppled over.

“Dude, hold up, you can’t just say no and leave!”

“Don’t call me dude,” Derek said, still looking unbothered. He slipped a ten out of his wallet and set it on the table, covering both of their drinks before turning away, heading toward the door.

Stiles was almost too shocked to chase after the man.

“Derek, Derek, wait!”

He caught the man on the sidewalk and Derek sighed, turning around with a tight expression. Like Stiles was being the annoying stubborn one here. “I’m not pretending to be your date, Stiles.”

“It’s just for one night!”

“Why don’t you get an actual one?”

“Because I—” Stiles blinked, then glared. “Because I don’t want one, asshole. I just want to avoid a terrible situation with my roommate’s best friend.”

Derek raised an eyebrow. Stiles did his best not to flush red at that, ducking his head.

“Look, it’s one night. It’s not like you ever to come by Stanford to hang out or anything anyway. No one will even know it’s a lie. Just think of it like a miniature reunion that might involve straight-up lying to my friends one or two times!”

“And these people are really your friends?”

“I mean,” Stiles said, glancing back up. “They’re normal, you know? They’re not pack, of course, but it’s kind of nice sometimes. To be around normal people.”

Derek’s jaw tightened at that and for a moment, Stiles was worried he’d offended the man. But after a long-suffering second of silence, Derek stuffed his hands into his pockets and rolled his eyes. “Fine, one night. But I’m never doing anything like this again.”

Stiles grinned, pumping a fist into the air. “Yes, dude! Thank you!”

Derek just looked completely done with everything. Holding himself back from doing something stupid like hugging the man, Stiles patted him awkwardly on the shoulder.

“I’ll be in touch then, Sourwolf. The party is this weekend, so I’m expecting both the leather jacket and Camaro. I get to arrive in style!”

“You’ll take what you get, Stiles.”

“Right, right,” Stiles said, waving a hand through the air. “See you Friday, dude!”

He didn’t get a response, but he hadn’t really expected one. Turning away before Derek could change his mind, Stiles hurried back down the street. And he could’ve sworn he felt the man’s gaze burning into his back.

Stiles’s heart was still slamming against his chest when he turned the corner. Because he couldn’t believe that had actually gone well. Derek Hale was his fake date in less than three days.

Stiles hated himself a little bit for how excited he was.

His roommate left for the party first, still talking up his friend who was ‘excited to see how things went tonight’ to which Stiles put on his best smile and just nodded.

There were a few things about Derek literally being the scariest person Stiles had ever met that might work to his favor. Well, maybe not the scariest person, but Derek could most certainly look terrifying when he wanted to. And Stiles was going to use that to his advantage tonight.

He’d texted Derek a few times over the week, but the man had never texted him back except for one reply that was a simple ‘OK’ to all the messages that Stiles had sent earlier.

And that totally wasn’t infuriating.

Look, Stiles knew this wasn’t an actual date. And he wasn’t going to fool himself into thinking this could ever go somewhere; his life wasn’t a movie. Yeah, Stiles had been crushing on Derek since he was a sixteen-year-old hyperactive teenager, but he also knew Derek would never feel the same.

Because Derek Hale was… well, Derek Hale. And Stiles was Stiles.

A lot of things had changed over the years and a lot of things hadn’t. And the things between them would never be anything different.

Stiles still hesitated a moment too long in his dorm room when Derek texted ‘here’. He totally didn’t almost have a panic attack, but things would have been so much easier if it was Lydia coming with him tonight instead of Derek.

Dammit.��

Derek was leaning against the passenger side of the Camaro when Stiles got outside, hands stuffed into the pockets of his leather jacket. And Stiles hated himself for the way his heart skipped a beat at the sight of the man— because could he never wear jeans that actually fit? And Derek Hale in a v-neck should be a literal crime.

The man did not have any rights to be such a sexy… sex god. Fuck.

Stiles tried to calm himself down as he approached the Camaro. He was aware enough of the other people in the parking lot eyeing where Derek stood, cursing at the pang of jealousy he felt at that. Because he was totally over Derek Hale, remember?

Butterflies weren’t a thing when he looked at the werewolf anymore.

“Okay, dude,” Stiles said, pausing in front of the car. “So you came through. Leather jacket, Camaro, and everything. Should I be pleased or worried?”

“You should be thankful,” Derek said, opening the door. Stiles raised an eyebrow and the man rolled his eyes, leaving it open as he moved back around the car to the driver’s side. “I’m the fake date, right? Might as well have some manners.”

“Okay, who are you and what have you done to Derek Hale?”

“Shut up,” Derek said, eyes turning a little red. Stiles swallowed hard and ducked down into the passenger’s seat.

Fucking Derek Hale.

Stiles had made a plan, though. He wasn’t staying at this party any longer than necessary and he was totally using Derek to scare off anyone that dared try to make a move. Because Stiles was doing this for a reason, okay? He missed his privacy. He also— almost— missed the days when he suspected everyone of being some kind of supernatural threat, sicing the betas on anyone he found suspicious.

He always came up empty-handed.

Maybe you just miss Beacon Hills, Scott had told him at one point. And Stiles had proceeded to laugh his ass off for the rest of the day.

Because missing Beacon Hills? Him? There was a threat nearly every other week back home, and Stiles totally didn’t miss running for his life through the preserve more often than not. No, he didn’t miss any of that at all.

Because there was his dad, yeah. But the Sheriff still came to visit when he could— and so did the pack. So honestly, Stiles absolutely had nothing to miss.

Nothing at all.

“Stiles?”

Stiles blinked, snapping out of his thoughts. He didn’t even realize they’d arrived until the faint sound of music reached his ears and then he silently cursed himself for zoning, meeting Derek's curious gaze.

“Right,” Stiles said, forcing a grin. “We’ll be in and out, I promise.”

“You don’t want to spend time with your friends?”

“Uh, do you?”

He could’ve sworn the man turned a little red at that. But it was probably just his imagination. Derek mumbled something intelligible and climbed out of the car, and Stiles hesitated for only a moment longer before following.

He’d been to enough college parties so far that he wasn’t terribly overwhelmed right away. Granted, this was the first one before the next semester, so there were a lot more people than he was used to, but Stiles didn’t have anything against crowds. Or, anything too much. It wasn’t like he stuck next to Derek’s side as his social anxiety slowly kicked in or whatever.

Except then, as if the man could read his mind, one arm wrapped around Stiles’s waist. Startling, Stiles shot Derek a confused look and the man only smirked a little before turning his gaze back to the rest of the party.

Stiles hated his treacherous heart skipping yet another beat.

“Okay,” Derek said. “Introduce me.”

Once more, Stiles gave him an open-mouthed look. Derek raised an expectant eyebrow, nodding to the rest of the room, and Stiles took a moment to regain his bearings. Then, shaking his head, he started toward the nearest familiar face.

The girl’s eyes snapped when they were less than a few feet away. Or, well, her eyes snapped to Derek, widening for a moment before fixing on Stiles. “Stiles, hey!”

Stiles grinned, fully aware of Derek’s arm still around his waist. He was tempted to glance over and gauge the man’s expression but forced his eyes to stay forward, trying to remain as relaxed as possible.

“Meg, this is Derek. Derek, this is Meg.”

This time, he did glance over. And the smile on Derek’s face was terrifyingly normal. “It’s nice to meet you, Meg.”

Meg’s smile was wide as she stayed focused on Derek’s face for a moment too long. But Stiles supposed he really couldn’t blame her as he continued to stare too, wondering when the hell Derek Hale had such a disarming smile?

Searching his brain, Stiles tried to remember the last time he’d seen Derek smile. And it left him feeling a little empty when he realized he couldn’t.

“Stiles?”

Blinking a few times, Stiles came snapping back to reality. The smile on Derek’s face had faded a little and he looked more intrigued than anything else now.

Stiles was pretty sure he blushed as he forced himself to look away. “Sorry,” he said, looking back at Meg. “Derek is a… friend of mine.”

The girl raised an eyebrow. “Just a friend?”

“Uh—”

“New boyfriend,” Derek said, before Stiles could mess everything up. Though he might still have, jolting a little bit and giving Derek a bewildered stare.

The man returned his look with an easy smirk. Shaking his head, Stiles tore his gaze away. “Yeah,” he said, words sticking a little. “Boyfriend.”

He didn’t even know how to begin approaching any of this. But Meg just nodded, still smiling, and Stiles stayed stuck in his head for a moment longer before they were moving along again, toward yet another voice calling his name.

Derek smiled the entire time. Through every friend, every stranger. The man made polite small talk and only removed his arm from around Stiles’s waist to shake a hand or readjust, always pulling Stiles right back in seconds later.

There were a few times Stiles looked down into his drink and wondered faintly if it was spiked— and all of this was just some kind of massive hallucination.

He didn’t know how to deal with what was happening.

See, when he’d imagined tonight, staying up for hours panicking, he’d imagined it being awkward as hell. Sometimes, he worried Derek might rip his throat out if he said the wrong thing. In front of everyone would be how Stiles Stilinski went.

But it was all so normal. All so painfully normal that Stiles didn’t know what to do with himself.

“Yo, Stiles!”

He startled so hard, Derek glanced over in concern. But Stiles didn’t have a chance to say anything before his roommate was moving across the room, cup in hand with another guy at his side— one with an athletic build and the type of expression that reminded Stiles a little too much of Jackson.

He shuddered at that thought. “Hey, Vincent.”

“This is Brad,” Vincent said, nudging his friend in the ribs. Brad grinned and raised his cup, eyes raking up and down where Stiles stood. His skin crawled a little bit at that and, arm still circled around his waist, he was surprised to feel Derek’s grip tighten.

“Uh, yeah, right. Nice to meet you, Brad.”

“And this is?” Brad said, jerking his head toward Derek. When Stiles glanced over, Derek’s eyes were hard and his lips were pressed tightly together. And there was that type of murderous expression that Stiles had dragged the werewolf here for in the first place.

“This is Derek,” Stiles said, when it was clear Derek wasn’t going to say anything. Which was another first for the night.

Vincent looked a bit uncomfortable, offering a small nod. Brad almost looked nervous too, but he kept his chin up, that cocky smile slowly making its way back onto his face as the seconds ticked past.

“So, Stiles,” he said, turning his shoulder toward Derek. That’s when Stiles heard the first sound of a growl. “What are you doing after this?”

“Uh,” Stiles hesitated for a second. “I think we might just head back to the dorm.”

“We?”

“Derek and I.”

Brad’s smile tightened a fraction. He glanced back at Derek for only a second before scoffing. “Seriously?”

Stiles blinked. But before he could say a word, Vincent stepped in.

“There’s another party going on just down the street that we were going to check out,” he said, glancing sideways at his friend. Brad shrugged. “Then we’re gonna hit the bar on 18th street. You should come.”

Derek’s grip was tight enough that it was starting to hurt now. Stiles shifted, nudging the man in the side with his elbow. He could still swear he could hear the slightest growl coming from Derek’s throat— which wouldn’t prove to be good for anyone.

“I don’t know,” Stiles said. Because that wasn’t the plan. He hadn’t planned on going anywhere after the party except back to his dorm. “I think we might call it a night soon.”

“Lame,” Brad muttered, low enough that Stiles barely caught it. But Derek definitely growled this time and Brad looked at him in surprise. Then the boy’s eyes narrowed. “Dude, what the hell is wrong with your eyes?”

Stiles’s heart stopped and he whipped sideways, meeting Derek’s gaze. And yep, that was a hint of red in Derek’s usually grey-green eyes. Vincent started to follow his friend’s gaze too but before he could, Stiles stepped between them, taking both of Derek’s hands.

“Dude,” he hissed, alarm rising in his throat. “What are you doing?”

Derek just clenched his jaw, lowering his eyes to the floor. Glancing over his shoulder, Stiles chuckled nervously and situated himself so he was still standing as Derek’s only barrier.

“We’re just gonna go now. Bad, uh, dinner earlier.”

“What?”

“See you later, Vinc.”

Before either Stiles’s roommate or his douche of a best friend could say anything, Stiles steered Derek away. The party had worn down some and he was able to make it to the front door without incident, ducking past a few people crowded around it and pulling Derek out into the night.

The moment they were across the lawn and close enough to the Camaro, Stiles spun right back around.

“Derek, what the hell was that about?”

Derek pulled his hands away, folding his arms over his chest and shooting a venomous glance toward the frat house. “I did what you asked of me, didn’t I? Brad won’t be asking you out anywhere if he knows what’s good for him.”

“Dude,” Stiles said, staring. “You nearly went Alpha on his ass.”

“Would that have been a bad thing?”

“Would that have been a— yes, Sourwolf, that would have been a very bad thing!”

Derek just grunted, not looking convinced. And the entire one-eighty was so sudden, Stiles’s head was spinning. He shook his head, running a hand through his hair.

“Okay, well that party is over.”

“You didn’t seem to be having much fun anyway,” Derek said. Stiles blinked at him.

“What?”

“You were anxious and bored the entire time,” Derek said. “A combination which I didn’t know was possible until tonight.”

“I was— I was not.”

Derek gave him a flat look. Stiles frowned.

“Whatever. I just wanted to get it over with.”

“Which is why you brought me along,” Derek said. For a moment, the entire ‘Alpha’ bravado actually seemed to drop and he looked a little bothered. “To scare off your supposed friends and make sure they never invited you anywhere ever again, right?”

“Woah, woah, wait. My supposed friends?”

Derek raised an eyebrow. Stiles’s frown turned to a glare as anger crashed over him.

“That’s nowhere near true.”

“You said it yourself,” Derek said hotly. “They’re not pack. They’re normal. But that’s not what you want, is it, Stiles?”

“Why the hell isn’t that something I would want?”

“Because you’re not normal!”

Stiles drew back, a pang shooting through him at the sight of Derek’s red eyes and furious expression. For a moment, he just looked at Derek, Derek looked back, and then the man growled, turning his face away until his eyes were back to normal again.

“I did what you asked, Stiles. Should I drive you back to your dorm now?”

Stiles stood there for another second, throat tight. Then, without a word, he turned toward the Camaro. Because he really didn’t trust himself with words at the moment.

Derek took a little while longer to follow. There was no opening of the passenger side door when he stalked over, unlocking the car and climbing into the driver’s seat before slamming it closed.

There was no talking either, when the man slid the keys into the ignition. Stiles clicked his seatbelt in and glared out the window, listening to the faint sound of music where the frat house seemed to glow neon blue from the lights inside.

And damn, if he hadn’t imagined this night going a lot of different ways.

But somehow, it had still gone off the rails.

When they pulled up in front of his dorm, the parking lot was empty and the one street light barely cast enough light for Stiles to see ten feet in front of him.

He climbed silently out of the Camaro, surprised to see Derek do the same. The man looked at him over the top of the car and Stiles swallowed hard, holding his gaze for a moment before turning away.

“Stiles.”

He froze, cursing himself silently. Stiles could hear the man’s footsteps on the asphalt as Derek moved around the car, finally lifting his eyes to meet grey-green again.

“Look, Derek, I know tonight went worse than expected, but—”

“Did you like what happened back there?”

Stiles blinked, clamping his mouth shut again. Derek’s face turned a little red and he dropped his gaze.

“I mean, do you like how normal things here usually are?”

Oh.

Stiles stayed quiet, thinking Derek’s words over for a moment. In truth, something about it had been unsettling. Not the party, not the crowd. Derek, maybe. Stiles thought he’d love to see the man smile more and engage in conversation that easily somewhere else. Anywhere else.

But only if it were real. It had to be real.

“Is all of this what you want?” Derek asked, voice barely a whisper. Stiles sighed.

“No,” he said. Derek glanced up, looking startled, and he shrugged. “Or… not like that.”

The man raised an eyebrow. Stiles swallowed hard.

“It’s nice sometimes, you know? I know who these people are, Derek. They’re not supernatural. They’re not going to rip my throat out one day or get killed by a bunch of psycho hunters who think they’d be better as trophies than people.”

Derek winced. Stiles scoffed.

“No,” he said. “They’re not pack. But I’ve spent enough of my life lying about everything that all of this doesn’t seem like much of an issue anymore.”

“So am I a part of the lie now too, then?”

Stiles met the man’s gaze carefully. He wasn’t sure if it was the dim light of the street lamp or the fact that he’d drunk a little too much at the party, but Derek looked downright vulnerable. And this time, it actually seemed real. “I don’t want you to be.”

There was a flicker of red in the werewolf’s eyes. Stiles shook his head.

“I mean, we can totally pretend this whole fake dating thing never happened and go back to our previous arrangement or whatever, but—”

He didn’t get the chance to finish that sentence.

Because suddenly, Derek was kissing him.

Stiles’s brain logged offline for a moment. There was the strangest noise and then he realized it had come from him, Derek’s hand cupping the back of his neck as the man kissed him hard and deep, something about the cool night air and the fact that Stiles was not dreaming making the entire world pause around him for a long moment.

Up close, Derek smelled like leather and pine. There was no alcohol on his breath, though Stiles was pretty sure the taste of college beer had to be on his. Which was a strange thought, he figured, closing his eyes as Derek carded a hand through his hair and then finally, finally, he surged forward to kiss the man back.

Maybe a little more hard and hungry. Maybe a little more wanting and hoping that this was real. That this wasn’t part of another lie.

This couldn’t be part of another lie.

Derek growled at the back of his throat, the sound sending shivers down Stiles’s spine. And it was all wolf and one-hundred percent possessive. Nothing normal, nothing ordinary about it.

And dammit, if Stiles had been dreaming about this since he was an idiot teenager ogling werewolf abs when he thought no one was looking.

What had he told Lydia? The chance of Derek ever falling for him was once in a blue moon. Stiles was pretty sure the moon was not blue-- so did this count as falling? He blinked when Derek broke the kiss, drawing away, and there were sparks of red in the man’s eyes that faded ever so slowly.

For a moment, neither of them said anything. Derek watched him almost nervously, chest rising and falling a little faster than usual.

Stiles blinked again. Once, twice. He was pretty sure this wasn’t a dream.

“Stiles?”

“That was real,” Stiles said, finally taking a breath. The man’s eyebrows drew together and he actually looked a little amused.

“It was.”

“Derek Hale just kissed me, even though the moon was not blue.”

Grey-green eyes flicked upward and then Derek gave him a strange look. But Stiles was still trying to process, touching his lips experimentally and then squinting at the werewolf, reaching out to touch the man’s cheek.

And yeah, that was Derek Hale’s beard. Stiles breathed out a quiet ‘fuck’ and Derek rolled his eyes.

“Are you done?”

“One more time,” Stiles said, moving forward. Before Derek could react, he was kissing the man again, one hundred percent online this time as Derek stiffened in surprise, then growled, kissing him hard back. Stiles couldn’t tell which was more hungry this time.

It wasn’t normal. Nothing about this was normal.

But Stiles figured if anything was going to be out of the ordinary, it would be who he was not single and lonely with. There was something about Derek Hale happening once in a blue moon and dammit, if Stiles wasn’t going to latch on and never let go.

Once in a blue moon, he thought. But this moon wasn’t blue.

And maybe that made it so much better.

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twomoonstwosuns · 4 years ago

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blackmail.

back to you [series masterlist]

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pairing: professor!poe dameron x reader

warning: swearing, a little angst, a little soft

word count: 3.1k

a/n: the last chapter got such an amazing response, thank you so much for that. i’m a little iffy about this chapter but i hope you still enjoy it! as always comments are very much appreciated (i've gotten some and they’ve been so lovely so thank you for that as well)

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The beginnings of spring meant that it was becoming increasingly harder to be inside of a classroom.

It was true for both students and professors, the shining sun coming out each day and bringing a new warmth to campus. The temptation to skip class was great, the buzz of excitement of there just being a little more than a month left of the semester making people not want to be stuck inside.

The weather getting warm during the day meant the temperatures when the sun went down were tolerable, just shy of being able to crack the windows open overnight. You had asked Poe, since the nights had been so nice, if he wanted to go on a late night stroll with Beebs through the park. It had been a long winter cooped up inside for all three of you, the idea of being able to spend time outdoors in the summer weather tempting you to make all kinds of summer plans with Poe.

Poe hurried through his office, grabbing everything he needed and shoving it in his bag. He was in a hurry to get home so he could eat dinner and get some more work done before he met you at the park. A small smile was on his face as he recalled the last time he was at the park with you.

There was a knock on the door and Poe looked up to see Armitage Hux, one of the last people he’d ever expect to willingly stop by his office. The men were acquaintances, professors in the same department, but Hux thought Poe was too young and too laid back when it came to teaching, so he never bothered to talk or work with him unless absolutely necessary. In comparison to Poe’s affable, fun, and likable persona, Hux was strict, straitlaced, and uptight.

“Do you have a minute to talk?” Hux asked, his tone suggesting he’d rather be anywhere else at that moment.

“Kind of on my way out, so make it quick.” Poe continued to grab things off of his desk to shove into his bag and when he heard the click of his door shutting, he finally looked up.

“You’re interviewing for the department head job, right?”

Poe stood up straight, adjusting the strap of his bag on his shoulder. “What about it?”

“Did you know that job was all but promised to me? Snoke spoke to me personally and said it was mine. Instead, Organa’s got people lined up to interview for it.” Hux sneered. “Absurd, if you ask me.”

“Hey,” Poe warned.” She’s doing her job. Snoke didn’t have the authority to just give you the job.”

“Yes, apparently he doesn’t.”

Hux studied Poe, and Poe gave him a confused look. “Is that all you needed?”

“I’ve been talking with the other candidates one by one. Some have taken themselves out of consideration.”

Poe raised an eyebrow.

“Is that what you came here to do? Talk me out of interviewing for this job?” He smirked and chuckled lowly. Hux just smirked back at him.

“Not quite.”

He pulled his phone out of his pocket, unlocking it and handing it to Poe. Zoomed in on the screen was you, car keys in hand and a very clear view of a red spot on your neck despite the dark backdrop. Poe furrowed his brow and looked up from the phone to Hux. His pulse had quickened drastically and Poe hoped he wouldn’t see Hux couldn’t see him start to sweat.

“She’s dog sits for me.” Poe said with an even tone. He’d had that lie in his mind from the minute you started seeing each other, just in case he’d ever need to use it.

“See, I don’t think so,” Hux said with a twisted smirk on his face. “I have it on very good authority that she was seen in your apartment with you—“

“My dog’s been having some behavioral problems lately, so she fills me in on how he was when I was gone—“

“I guess there was a lot of clothing thrown around, including a black lace bra.” Poe’s face went white and he looked away from Hux, wondering who could’ve seen you. He then remembered what night it was when you wore it and it hit him: the pizza guy. He had made a comment about Beebs being hyperactive, which meant he got a glance inside the apartment.

“They have a class together, that’s how he recognized her,” Hux continued, answering the other question Poe was thinking. “He told me what he saw and it only took $100 and three cases of beer to get him to hang around outside your building a few times to see if he saw her again. I have a few more pictures if you’d like to see them.”

An anger that Poe had not experienced in years burned inside of him. He slammed the phone down onto his desk, the picture of you disappearing off the screen.

“What do you want?” Poe’s voice was low and dangerous, like he was a few seconds away from putting Hux in a chokehold.

A wide smirk crossed Hux’s face.

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Poe: Can you come over? We have to talk.

You stared at the ominous message on your phone, your heartbeat thumping hard against with anxiousness. The glass of water you had just poured yourself was growing cold in your hand.

“Y/N!” Your head snapped up and you were met with a weird look from Karé, who was staring at you over her laptop on the couch. “I asked if you wanted cheese or pepperoni.”

“Oh,” you said, not even realizing she had asked for your preference. “Um…whatever you want. Cheese, I guess.”

Karé looked at you with confusion as she finished ordering the pizza. When she glanced at you again, she saw you still staring at your phone. Karé tossed her computer aside, getting up and walking over to you. She looked over your shoulder at your phone and grimaced. “Not good. Who’s that from?”

“Poe.”

Your roommate froze, her face turning into confusion. “I thought things were really good between you.”

“They were! They are!” You exclaimed, putting your phone down and crossing your arms. “Things have been amazing since we got back from spring break. We’re supposed to take Beebs on a late night walk tonight. I don’t know what happened that could’ve prompted a ‘we need to talk’ text…”

“I’m sure it’s nothing,” Karé said. “Maybe it’s about what you’re going to do after graduation.”

“Well, that’s not a nothing conversation either,” you pointed out. The front door opened and shut, Jessika’s loud voice announcing her presence to her roommates.

“I have ice cream!” She happily exclaimed, holding up a grocery bag with three pint sized ice creams inside, but she frowned when she saw your expression. “Whoa, what happened?”

“Poe said ‘we need to talk’” Karé said and Jessika inhaled sharply.

“Yikes.”

“Not helping, Jess! “ You ran a hand through your hair. “No, Karé’s right. It’s probably nothing.”

You looked at your roommates, both of them looking at you concernedly.

“You’re not convincing either of us.” Jessika gave your shoulder a supportive squeeze. “Go. We’ll be here for you when you get back. Or if you don’t come back tonight, we’ll be here for you tomorrow.”

You gave her an appreciative look as you grabbed your phone and wallet and headed out the door. It made you anxious that you didn’t know what you were walking into. Was it going to blow up into a big fight or was it actually a discussion about what you were going to do come summertime when your lease was up and you were all moved in back home?

Either way, you were kind of freaking out.

The drive that was always a short one took forever, which gave your brain more time to overthink Poe’s message and come up with completely ridiculous scenarios that you somehow convinced yourself could be true. You promised yourself that if he broke up with you, you wouldn’t break down until you got back home. You attempted to calm your overly active imagination, knowing full well that neither of you expressed any interest in getting out of your relationship.

Poe’s door was open when you got there and he was perched on the arm of the couch. His arms were crossed and his jaw clenched.

“Is everything ok?” You asked as you pulled up a chair next to him. Poe shook his head.

“No, it’s not.”

He didn’t elaborate any further and you gave him a pleading look. “Ok, you’re really starting to scare me, Poe. What’s going on? Because I think I might know and the entire drive over here I was going over and over things in my head trying to figure out what happened that would’ve made you want to break up with me and—“

“Y/N.” Your rambling stopped immediately and Poe was staring at you with a serious look on his face. “Hux knows about our relationship and he’s threatening to expose it.”

Time stood still. You had forgotten how to breathe for a minute and you moved your mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

“What?” Your voice was a whisper. Poe gave you a pained look as he nodded. “Oh my god.”

“I know.”

“How? We—how does Hux know? There’s no way he would’ve seen us on campus, we’re so careful not to act like a couple in public.”

“You remember the pizza guy from a few weeks ago? He recognized you from one of your classes and told Hux and Hux paid him off to stalk my building and wait for you to come out.”

A groan of disbelief came from you as your head sunk into your hands. You rubbed your face tiredly, shaking your head before looking back up at Poe.

“What does he want?” You asked. “What does Hux get out of threatening you?”

“He wants me to withdraw my name from department head consideration.”

You exhaled deeply. “Fuck. What are you going to do?”

“I don’t know. I don’t take kindly to being threatened. I want to protect you and us, but…”

“You want this job.”

You looked at each other, both torn. If anyone asked, Poe would choose you over a job in a heartbeat, but he had worked so hard to get this opportunity, and to have it at his age so early in his teaching career was an incredible feat. It would still hurt a little bit if he lost that. And there was no way you were going to ask him to give something like this up just for you. You wanted to be selfish, have him drop the job to protect your relationship, but you knew how happy this would make him.

Poe’s phone rang, interrupting the tense silence between you. He glanced at the screen.

“It’s my dad.”

“Yeah, of course, take it.”

Poe answered his phone as you walked into his bedroom. You crossed your arms over your chest and paced back and forth, your mind racing with different thoughts.

You never acted like a couple in public, but had you gotten too comfortable with each other that you became careless without realizing it? You wondered how many people saw you standing a little too close when you “coincidentally” ran into each other in the coffee line or who noticed the eye contact that lingered a little too long when talking in class.

Maybe you guys did have this coming.

“My dad says ‘hi’.” Poe said as he came into the bedroom, sitting on the edge of his bed directly across from where you were pacing.

“I hope you told him I say ‘hi’ back,” you said with a small smile.

“I did.”

“What did he say?”

“That I have to make this decision myself,” he said, and you nodded in agreement. Poe studied you for a moment as you resumed pacing, the worried expression on your face the same as his. “What are you thinking?”

You swallowed hard, tapping your fingers against your arm.

“Your dad’s right Poe, this is your decision—“

“I know. But I want to know what you’re thinking.”

You did have an idea, though it would cause great unhappiness for the both of you. You leaned against his dresser.

“Until you get this job, maybe we should…”

Poe’s expression dropped. “Do you—do you want to break up?”

You were silent, tears starting to build in your eyes.

“No. Of course I don’t want to. Our whole relationship has been a challenge from the beginning, pretending like we aren’t together. This—this is just another challenge.” You glanced up at Poe. “But if you want to—“

“I don’t want to, either,” Poe interrupted. “I won’t let Hux take something else away from me.”

You let out the breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding onto.

“So we…take a break?”

“Take a break…but not break up,” you said, the words sounding weird as they broke your heart. “Hux can’t blackmail you if he doesn’t have evidence of us being together, so…I won’t come over for awhile and I won’t go to your office hours unless it’s actually related to class.”

Poe nodded, swallowing back the lump in his throat.

“We can text and call and FaceTime, but…that’s about it for awhile.”

Poe looked down at the ground, shaking his head in disbelief that this was happening.

“You’ve told me so many times how much you want this,” you said quietly, bringing Poe’s attention back to you. “What kind of girlfriend would I be if I didn’t support that? I told you I would do anything to help, and I stand by that. If I will do whatever it takes to help you achieve your goals and your dreams, even if it means not being able to see you the way I want to. Because getting this job is important to you and…”

You wanted to say it, those three little words. You wanted to tell him you were in love with him, but you were pausing your relationship and those words would only complicate things further. So you said the second thing that was on your mind.

“You are so important to me.”

Poe stared at you for a minute before taking two long strides towards you and pulling your face to his. His hands gripped your cheeks as his mouth moved slowly over yours, his tongue meeting yours in a slow dance. Your hands gripped the front of his shirt, expressing every feeling you had into the kiss.

Poe pulled away after a minute, his lips hovering over yours and your breathless pants mingling together. He kissed your lips once more before placing a kiss on your cheek. One arm went around your waist and the other cupped the back of your head, his fingers threading through your hair. Your head rested on his chest, your eyes closed as you took deep breaths to calm your beating heart.

A shaky breath accompanied by a small whimper caused Poe to stop running his fingers against your scalp.

“Y/N…” You felt tears build behind your eyes, the only thing stopping them from falling was your closed eyelids. You shook your head and you sniffled. “Y/N, look at me.”

He moved his hand from your hair to stroke your cheek and your watery eyes lifted to meet his.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart.”

Your lip quivered. “Me too.”

His forehead drops against yours, his eyes closing as he places a soft kiss on your lips.

“Stay tonight,” Poe muttered quietly against your lips. “You’re already here.”

You nodded, releasing the grip on his shirt and running your hands up to rest on the side of his neck. “I don’t—I don’t know if I want to—“

“We don’t have to do anything,” Poe said. “I just want to lay with you.”

You nodded a second time, Poe releasing you to grab a shirt for you to wear. You change out of clothes and into his shirt, crawling into his bed and curling up to him when he slid in beside you.

“I’ll tell President Organa tomorrow that I don’t want to be considered for the job anymore,” Poe said sadly, resting his hand on top of the one you had resting on his chest. You leaned up on your elbow and looked down at him.

“Do you really have to do that?” You asked. “Couldn’t you just tell Hux you’re backing off without actually doing it?”

Poe sighed heavily and shook his head, the hand of the arm he had around you running slowly up and down your back.

“I have a feeling he’s going to check and make sure I actually did it and if I didn’t and lied to him about it, he’ll just go ahead and tell everyone.”

You frowned, sniffling to stop yourself from letting the tears fall. “I’m so sorry, Poe.”

You rested your head back on his shoulder, the steady beat of his heart beneath your ear calming you.

“You’re important to me, too,” Poe muttered quietly, kissing the top of your head. “I’d do whatever it takes to protect you.”

You hugged Poe to you tighter, the few tears that gathered in your eyes falling and soaking his shirt. You knew this wasn’t a forever thing and maybe you were being a little overdramatic crying over it. But you couldn’t help it. Your heart was broken for so many things; that you were being blackmailed, that he was going to lose out on his dream job, and that, for the foreseeable future, you wouldn’t get to be around him.

And you loved him. Which made everything more complicated.

Poe buried his head in your hair, the attempt to calm the sinking feeling in his stomach failing. He memorized the way you felt in his arms, the smell of your hair, and the way your face lit up whenever he said something funny. He didn’t know when he’d be able to enjoy those things in the comfort of his apartment again.

Things were going so well. You had just spent an amazing couple of days with him, both in his hometown and at the apartment before classes resumed again. This really hurt the both of you,

You and Poe stayed up as late as you could, not really saying much but just holding onto each other tight. You were both afraid that if you closed your eyes the morning would come too soon.

Both of you were too stubborn to admit out loud just how heartbroken you were.

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hopetofantasy · 5 years ago

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‘Wandering Romance’

- A future with child fic -

Square Filled: Future, Family, Past lovers Ship: Sander Driesen/Robbe Ijzermans Trigger Warnings (if applicable): none applied. Created for @skamevents Summary: "A perfect, tight little family. But happy. Until one unfortunate day in May, in the year that David turned six." In the future, Robbe and Sander have a son named David. The only tie they have left with each other, actually. Because our lovers split up years ago, due to mistakes that were made in the past. So is their love strong enough to sustain a healthy friendship? Will they find their way to each other again or break all connections for good? Also available on AO3

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CHAPTER 1: 'No one knows the pain'

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“David! Your dad’s here!”

Loud thundering on the stairs, caused by tiny child’s feet, followed by a high pitched exhale directed towards the man in the door. The later one immediately wrapped his arms around his hyperactive boy. Sighing deeply. The emotion on his face revealed unconditional love, as well as a vague sadness. Hurt. Hurt for the other man standing on the opposite side.

“Papa, I missed you! OMG, did you color your hair again? I don’t see any brown anymore, I love the brown, papa, why did you change it? Oh and I -”

“David, let your father have some room to breathe, please. Go put on some shoes and bring your jacket, it’s cold out.”

The 9 year old turned towards the other part of the parental couple. The deep brown in his eyes filled with such an invigorating energy. The color was something he inherited from Robbe. The lack of stopping the chaos in his head? That was such a Sander move. David truly was a piece of both. Even though, he wasn’t truly born out of either of them, he simply belonged here.

“But, paps, I don’t want to wear my own jacket!”

“What are you going to wear then?”

“Papa’s leather jacket!” he exclaimed, like it just was as easy as one plus one. The long blonde curls bouncing off his head, while he pulled at the arm of Sander’s coat. The beach blonde couldn’t help, but laugh fondly at his son’s statement. He really loved the boy like nobody else. Well, there may be a time, where he loved someone just as much.

Gosh, Robbe, don’t think about that.

“It’s okay, Robbe,” Sander directed the flashy smile towards him, knowing all too well he couldn’t say no to the both of them if they banded together. “We’re just going to the movies anyways. The new cartoon movie is perfect for our tiny artist. Isn’t it?” A excited squeal filled the cold air between them. Apparently, he had touched David on a ticklish spot, trying to make him giggle.

Robbe couldn’t help, but feel the sting. The picture before his eyes made his heartache complete. Sander laughing along with their beautiful son, the beach blonde complementing the blond, energy matching tones, he even saw how David was starting to copy Sander’s mannerisms more and more. Reminding him, every day, of the mistake he once made.

The follow-up question made the atmosphere even more loaded. “How’s Wouter? I didn’t see his car in the driveway? I thought he wasn’t working today?”, was asked. Ah, there it was. Another cut in his heart. Exactly the question he was trying to avoid. Another crossed line through his life. Something he didn’t intended to share with his ex. Not completely, at least.

“He hasn’t been around much, lately.”, he simply stated. Knowing that Sander would probably connect the dots later, he’d rather not discuss this in front of their son. It was difficult enough to maintain relationships in these situations. Especially when you were still friends with the other dad. They needed to be. Their son didn’t ask for this, he deserved to have a strong, loving family.

Something they’d made clear from the day they signed the divorce documents.

It only took a half an hour to get David ready, which was a record in Robbe’s book. After searching the entire room for his son’s shoes and the kitchen cabinets for his backpack (don’t ask, it’ll be easier if you. just. didn’t. ask), he was finally able to hand over the week-bag, the dreaded jacket and wave them goodbye. A huge piercing smile on their little one’s face. And...

A loaded glance.

An electrified touch.

A last cheek kiss.

Before he slumped down against the back of the door.

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It didn’t start out this way, you know. They were happy before. Before all the things that led up to this moment.

Wait, I’m jumping ahead.

Let me tell you a story. The story of a beautiful love shared between two boys. Boys who loved like they never loved before. They found each other, they lost each other and found each other again. Push and pull. To say that their love was a rollercoaster? That’s an understatement. It made them only stronger in the future.

Until, it didn’t.

In the week of Robbe’s 20th birthday, they decided to move into their own apartment. It was a tiny studio at the edge of the city centre. Just enough for the both of them. Their living room was filled by their bed, tossed clothes and a ratty couch, the kitchen was tiny enough to only fit a midget size refrigerator, a second-hand stove and one kitchen counter. That they didn’t use anyways. Except... for... stuff. You know.

But it was perfect.

The best time of their lives.

When Robbe came home every day after class - his last year of IT & Webdesign - he could wrap his arms around his lover, who smelled of paint, citrus and himself. Kissing Sander was like being born again. Giving him goosebumps each time. No other feeling was as fierce. This bliss, this happiness. Making love to him, was heaven on earth. Nothing could compare. Nothing ever did.

Sander was struggling to get by on an artist paycheck. He only sold one of his pieces to art collectors every other month. His talents weren’t always appreciated like they should’ve been. But he kept trying. Through his highs as well as his lows, he never gave up his two passions: his art and David Bowie. He once even made an entire collection of Bowie portraits.

Which would later caught the eye of a notorious gallery owner, asking him to join the alternative artist collective he was setting up. Filled with musicians, writers, painters. Sander’s people. But that would take at least a couple of more years of struggling. Of cheap dinners and scraping by on one paycheck. Until the year of David’s sixth birthday.

When Robbe made the mistake.

To say that their lives was perfect, was an huge overstatement though. Sander’s medication wasn’t always working like it needed to be, living together wasn’t quite the same as staying with their parents and Robbe’s studies took a lot out of him. And then came the day that Jens knocked on their door. With a statement that chilled their bones to the core.

“Noor’s dead.”

Shock.

Denial.

Sadness.

Such a beautiful soul that was lost. Never roaming the earth again. Never again her special artistic cooking, the scoffing if someone said something she considered dumb. Late night jamming sessions, wine spills on new couches, burning protests at parliaments, all saying ‘f-u society, I’m not your bitch’? All gone. The light that made all of their laughs a little brighter, was no more.

And their lives would never again be the same.

These emotions followed rapidly by anger. Because apparently, it was a drunk driver that had hit her car on the way home. On the way home to her family. A tight little group that’d only consisted of a proud surrogate uncle/roommate Jens and a small child, barely a year old. The latter one was a small detail that she’d left out of her stories of backpacking in the US of A. Something that Jens didn’t mention during the wild parties, set up by Moyo in his underground club.

The small child was already fatherless, but now he didn’t have a mom either. He had nobody to care for him. Jens had put every single cent into his new start-up in New York and was in the process of moving there. Trying to set up a different life. Possibly meeting up with Jana again. Before all of this had happened, of course. Because who could’ve know?

So the boys didn’t have any other choice.

From the moment both had seen the little, bubbly baby in his basket, crying out for his mom, they’d knew. The boy had nestled in their hearts. The sorrow was a little less harsh, when you could look into the eyes of someone so pure. Noor’s son needed them. It was what Robbe owed her. For her unconditional love. After all, she had been his voice of reason, his shoulder to cry on - even through international phone calls - when it all was too much. The harshness of life.

The Sobbe relationship rollercoaster.

So arrangements were made. A graduate job secured. A family-backed loan for a small house was asked. And the adoption process had started. It only took them a year, due to Aaron’s social work contacts, before they could call David theirs. David Ijzermans-Driesen. The only one that could call them ‘papa’ and ‘paps’. The most precious boy in the entire universe. And any other universe, for that matter. In every parallel one.

A perfect, tight little family. But happy.

Until one unfortunate day in May, in the year that David turned six.

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“Schat, don’t be so nervous. It’s me who’s supposed to be nervous, right?”

Sander eyes twinkled with mischief. He was dragging Robbe along to the dress rehearsal for their ‘happening’. Yes, a happening. Like the ones in the times of hippie communes. Those kind of artsy fartsy things. The brown haired boy didn’t know what it had meant entirely, but whatever Sander was into, he couldn’t help but show it to his partner.

To be completely honest, their relationship was strained these last few months. Robbe was more tired than anything else. Their son had started his first year of primary school, so this meant that evenings were filled with encouraging to practice reading and writing, guiding through homework and all the while trying to understand the problems that had manifested into his web code. His plate was filled with more work than ever before.

He wouldn’t really blame Sander, though, since this was the first time he finally caught a break in the artistic world. Yet, unconsciously, he had counted the days that they didn’t touch each other. And they were a lot. At least, for a couple that’d got married only a year ago. They were supposed to be in their blissful period of marriage, filled with the constant desire to touch each other at any time at any place.

And that wasn’t the case.

So when he caught sight of a certain man, someone who wasn’t his husband, his heart had skipped a slight beat. His hands were starting to get clammy, his voice caught in his throat and he didn’t know how to breath anymore. Robbe didn’t remember the last time this had happened with Sander. So, his immediate next thought, was shame and disgust.

For what he felt right now.

Yet, he couldn’t seem to look away. All during the dress rehearsal, his eyes were following the beautiful man who played along with his guitar in the background. His eyes were stars of stark blue, covered by a mop of light curls. The combination of these, together with a timid, yet mysterious air around him, immediately reeled him in. Worst part? He seemed to know Robbe was staring at him. Before he exited the area, he even turned back to wink at him.

Sander, of course, didn’t caught his boy’s entire thought process that followed. He was still going on about the dynamics of the entire art installation. Even introducing his other half to a few new friends he’d made. A Spanish girl with colorful hair, a German boy with a too-cool-for-you gaze and pair of Italian guys with soft smiles. Their energy all flowed through one another, like single organism. Like they were all part of something better.

Robbe could understand why Sander was attracted to these kind of people. He however, still wanted the ask the question that lingered in the back of his mind. Who had been the beautiful model that gave him a wink? Was he still here? Did he expect something of him? He couldn’t do anything to someone else than Sander. Right? Right. It was wrong, with the capital W. So he let it be.

At least, that what’s he thought.

All through the happenings, the same feelings manifested. His eyes pulled towards the mysterious guy, instead of what his own husband was doing. While he heard the gasps of the audience around him, he gasped at the intense stare. While the people were urging closer to see what was happening, he’d fill his mind with thoughts about what he would do with the man before him.

Laying him down on the floor.

Touching him.

Kissing him.

Making his way with him.

Sander seemed to know Robbe wasn’t really raving about the entire art thing, so he never asked why his eyes glanced over every time he brought up the performances. He seemed to wait patiently for his lover to talk about his thoughts. What seemed to bother him. But, that was the thing: he didn’t. Robbe didn’t say a word. He just... stared. Longingly.

At someone else.

On the fourth week of mutual silence, Sander spiraled. His words were reeling with pain, with agony. They still didn’t know what caused an bipolar episode. They both wished they did, though, this time even more. Because it was a really, really bad one. Never before had Sander called him names. Never before did he make Robbe cry with desperation. He didn’t even let him touch him. Sander had said about himself, that he was a waste of space, so why would Robbe even bother about loving him? Why would their son ever love him? He was broken.

And Robbe let his tears fall.

He blamed himself. Because of the thoughts he had about the unknown man. He deserved this. A loveless touch, a hollow kiss, a silenced dagger thrown at his heart. He had felt something for someone else, he deserved so much worse. This was just tip of the ice-berg. It’s what he manifested. What he cooked up in his own thoughts, that made Sander hate him. Robbe knew it was all his fault.

His rational mind knew that these feelings were ridiculous though. Sander wasn’t his MI. His lover always saw the best in him, it was just the chemicals in his brain that sometimes fought with each other. And that, was maybe even worse. Knowing that Sander would always love him, no matter what, even when his episode was at his lowest, while Robbe was looking at someone else?

It broke him.

His fault.

Toxic.

For feeling the wrong things towards the wrong guy.

Sander saw it happening. After the episode, when he climbed out of the canyon of hurt, he still tried to pull his lover out of his own spiral. He touched his cluttered mind, wanted to break through the newly built walls and screamed out in frustration to shock him. But Robbe slowly became more silent. He reverted back to his older self, his younger, less pronounced ‘me’. The one who was insecure about every step he took. About every thing he did. About their love.

And that’s when he broke them.

Fights were more the norm in their household than lovemaking. David kept running towards either of them asking if they were angry at each other. To stop crying. To stop shouting. To stop hurting each other. He wanted papa and paps to be happy again. He wanted to kiss all the boo-boos away, making their hearts hurt even more.

So, after a bunch of whispered discussions, a few stints at a crappy couples counselor - some smuck that didn’t even remember their names - and a few months of loaded silence, they knew. This wasn’t healthy anymore. Sander gave and gave and gave, while Robbe ran. He ran away from the love. They knew it had to stop. It was healthier this way. To catch a break. To breathe.

A breath that was stolen only one time more. Their lips connected, the tears flowed, their bodies felt the hurt between them, even though they were making love. For the last time. Pieces of heart exchanged, never truly whole again. Grasping at the air surrounding them. Emerald eyes lingering into brown. The touch of heaven. Never again. All over. Discarded.

Making the biggest mistake in both their lives:

They split up.

-^-

“Don’t forget, Robbe”

“I won’t.”

“I’m serious”

“I know.”

“David won’t stop babbling on about this.”

“Yes, Sander, he’s my son too. I know this already!”

“...”

“Sorry...”

“... It’s okay.”

Robbe sighed, fidgeting with the cellphone in his hand. A headache was starting to build up behind his eyes. Why did Sander call him again? Like he didn’t know about the biggest event of the school year approaching? The school’s annual show was on Saterday, open to every parent interested in sending their kids to the school as well as the parents of attending children.

“He just wants us to be there. Maybe we could invite the rest of the boys?”

“I’ll ask them. I don’t know if Jens will get a babysitter on such short notice, though. Jana is pretty busy with her job as a lawyer, you know that.”

“Come on, try to convince them to come. Maybe Amber can babysit the kids. It’s been a while since David has seen his uncles!”

Robbe thought long and hard about this statement. It had been a while since he saw his best friends. Nowadays, their lives were filled with juggling their family lives, responsibilities at work while maintaining a healthy lifestyle with their respective partners. Not that he didn’t know how difficult it could be sometimes.

Only recently, he’d acquired the new lecturing job at the IT departement, making way more pay and significantly better hours, so he could focus his time on David. Robbe really liked this job though. Educating other young people in the world of digits and numbers, something that always made sense even if your life was insecure. Exactly why he studied IT in the first place.

“Robbe, are you there?”, Sander voice whispered soothingly. Like only an ex-lover could feel, he somehow knew every thought that passed through Robbe’s brain. “You know, you don’t have to invite them if you don’t want to. I’m sure we’ll be fine just the three of us. David will be proud to show us his performance nonetheless. He’s been raving about his Bowie song, since they made the announcement.”

“The three of us?”

“Yeah, you, me and Wouter right?”

“Ah. Yes.”

“You know, your boyfriend?”, the voice chuckled.

Since a month ago, Robbe’s free weeks were filled with unhealthy habits again. Pigging out on junk food, vegetating on the couch, binging Netflix shows. Only, his friends or Sander didn’t need to know about this. David barely met his ex-boyfriend, thank god. They didn’t need to know about the nasty fights that happened between him and Wouter.

About the black eyes, cuts and bruises.

The disgusting words.

The break-up...

But yeah,

Robbe deserved all of it anyways.

“Robbe...”, he heard the other whisper.

“You do know I don’t have a problem with him, right? I mean, it’s been ages since the two of us were ever together. You deserve a healthy love-life. Someone to call yours. Someone who loves you. You deserve someone who gives you the world. I don’t like you being alone. I want to see you happy...”

He didn’t knew why Sander said stuff like that to him. He didn’t deserve it, because all he brought upon his lovers was worry and anger. Everything he touched, would slowly turn more and more toxic. During their teenage years, Sander had said something similar to him. Right after an episode. And he didn’t believe it. He never will. Since it was him that made everything worse.

Not Sander. Not Wouter. Not any of his other previous flings.

Him.

“You know what I think about that, Sander.”

“Robbe...”

“I’ll ask the boys, okay?”

“But Robbe, I-”

“Give David a kiss for me!”

He quickly disconnected the line.

Before Sander could say something back.

He simply didn’t want to know.

Focussing his thoughts on anything else, pulling out a vague sketch their son had made. Apparently the drawing class was paying off. He’d made the outline of a tree, standing lonely in a grove. The environment around it was completely bare. No grass. Yet, at the outlines you could still see the branches of other trees. Something felt off.

Robbe shook his head. He was probably projecting his own feelings onto the drawing. It was just a grove of trees, for god’s sake. An amazing technique. Some intense colors. That truly made the sketch vibrate. Their tiny boy was filled with lots of surprises. You see, both parents still didn’t know what song he’d picked to sing for them Saturday. “Something special”, David said with a glint in his eyes, before packing his bag for his stay at Sander’s.

The co-parenting system was a bitch as well as a blessing. He’d love to see his boy more than every other week, but some ‘me-time’ wasn’t bad either. Having this free time for himself was a privilege. Time to sort out stuff in the house, work ahead for the school year or take relaxing baths. Maybe go to a bar and hook up with someone, without having a hyperactive kid bursting in.

Not that he felt up for that right now.

But he truly was happy with the 9 year old. Every moment with him was an extra day of unconditional love. A love that was consistent. A gift that kept on giving. A reflection of a beautiful soul lost. But also a mirror for Sander and him.

He was happy.

Or at least, he thought he was.

(But he wasn’t)

#wtfock #wtfam #skambingo #skamevents #part 1 of 4 #tumblr keeps yeeting my stuff

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excuseme-youpretty · 5 years ago

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Bewitched

Pairing: Jeon Jeongguk/ Reader

Side Pairings: Kim Namjoon / Kim Seokjin. Min Yoongi / Jung Hoseok. Maybe a little Kim Taehyung / Park Jimin if you squint.

Rating: Teen

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1937

Notes: I originally wrote this drabble as a prompt-piece for my sister but I'm actually quite happy with how it turned out. Hopefully I'll only go from strength to strength from here! Any feedback would be greatly appreciated. Fighting!

Also shout-out to my beautiful fiance @flightysquip and to @youarejesting for giving me the confidence to post this garbage!

You had never been known as a party person. There was always too much motion, too much chaos, faces all melting together into an arrangement of bubble wrap and hands which would linger for a fraction longer than necessary. Add in a cocktail of flavorless, cheap liquor and the evening is just begging to end in disaster. Not your scene at all.

But Hoseok’s parties always played out a little differently. Realistically, they were just as loud and manic as the swollen gatherings which haunt almost every American sitcom as soon as the designated parental figure disappears for the night, Hobi wasn’t exactly known for his zen energy, but there’s just something about your best friend’s organized gatherings which leaves you feeling safe and adequately monitored.

And, of course, the mention of a Halloween Party in the dorms heavily implied that a certain golden maknae would be there, too. So that certainly helped to exacerbate your enthusiasm.

“Ah, there she is!” Hobi exclaims as soon as he sees your silhouette hovering around the entryway to his dorm, the spare key he had given you dangling limply between your knuckles.

He bounces merrily on the spot, his fingers wrapping comfortably around your wrist to usher you further into his home. The party is already in full-swing, absolutely packed full of faces you don’t recognize, and you find yourself nervously scanning the crowd in search of Hobi’s friendly roommates just to be tethered to something - someone - recognizable.

“Everybody, this is my best friend!” Hobi beams, his voice somehow dancing several octaves above the music. He’s clearly tipsy, his lightweightedness a common topic of discussion around your small friend group, his hands gathering yours where they smooth down the layered tulle of your skirt to spin you around in a speedy circle.

As always, Hoseok’s kinetic energy leaves you positively dizzy. You giggle in response to his actions, tumbling onto the nearest couch whilst Hobi nods assertively.

“You need a drink.” He states, firmly, already turning to fetch you a beverage before you can argue further.

You tip your head backwards to rest against the back of the couch, being mindful of the pointed black hat perched atop your head. Instantly, your features light up as you take in the sight of a glossy eyed Jin perching cross-legged beside you. He smiles against the rim of his soju bottle, taking in the full extent of your costume and nods appreciatively.

“I love the costume. It’s very you.” He teases with a wink.

“Thank you.” You guide your eyes over his designated garb for the evening, from the crisp white of his dress shirt to his perfectly pressed slacks and the pristine apron draped over his torso. “A chef? That’s hardly much of a stretch, Jin.”

“I know. I just grabbed what was in my closet already.” His lips split open, eyes creasing up at the corners as his signature squeaky laughter fills the air.

At that, a passerby pushes his fingertips through Jin’s hair in an affectionate caress. Namjoon stands proudly behind the couch, dressed in an almost identical portrayal of an upstanding barista if it were not for the platinum flash of his hair.

“Doesn’t he look good, though?” Namjoon announces proudly, dimples thumbed into his cheeks.

“Of course I do! I always look good!”

You just barely catch the sight of Namjoon’s eyes rolling, and the petulant whine which tumbles from his boyfriend’s lips, before you redirect your attention elsewhere. Your eyes gloss over the nameless crowd in search of your best friend, regarding their foreign faces as nothing more than a bag of skittles which has been spilled across the dance floor.

You hear Hobi before you see him; it appears as though his quest to quench your thirst has been temporarily derailed. He leans back against the refreshments table, his mouth hanging open as an abundance of loud cackling laughter trickles off his tongue. Yoongi is next to him, pressing a plastic stethoscope against the three-dimensional skeletal structure of Hobi’s costume. His lips are pursed in faux concentration, his eyes glittering with intoxication and cheeks as flushed as the punch swirling beside them.

From a distance you can just barely make out a sharp gasp and the extension of Yoongi’s pointer finger signalling a ‘eureka’ moment. Hobi giggles and Yoongi turns his head sharply, propping himself up on his tiptoes to press an affectionate kiss against Hobi’s temple.

Behind you, a chorus line of perfectly harmonized chuckles signals your attention. You turn toward Taehyung and Jimin, delighted to see that their soulmate dynamic has been considerably heightened by a pair of brightly colored overalls and heavily stenciled moustaches. Taehyung's raven curls protrude messily from underneath an emerald cap emblazoned with a signature 'L', whilst Jimin's blonde ringlets clash comically with the brunette ‘stache stuck to his upper lip, his own crimson cap decorated with a stencilled 'M'.

They make quite a picturesque pair, especially with their crinkled eyes and boyish smiles and Taehyung's cellphone held dangerously close to their faces, undoubtedly circling through a collection of comical filters which only elongates their hyperactivity.

It boosts your morale to see your friends feeling so relaxed, delving headfirst into an enthusiasm for the season with their undeniable commitment and matching costumes; you only wish you had gotten the memo to dress in accordance with another. Then you wouldn’t feel quite so isolated.

Not that you have a partner to match with in the first place, of course.

Before you can become too transfixed by your own contemplative thoughts, the crowd before you suddenly erupts with voluminous applause and infatuated cheers. Their animated bodies part with ease, splitting down the centre as though they were velvet curtains tugging open to reveal an illuminated starlet.

And when you see Jeongguk's hips swivel in full fluid circle from underneath a heavy Hogwarts cloak, his lips parted and milk-bottle glasses slipping down his nose, you immediately understand the grandiose presentation.

His cheeks are tinted rouge, raven locks plastered across his forehead, and he looks far sweeter than the wrapped candies presented in a large pumpkin bowl for various guests to devour.

He catches the final beat of the song with his pelvis, rolling his body through the rhythm until he settles once again on the flat of his feet. He pauses, sucks in a breath, and despite dressing up as Harry Potter himself the most spellbinding sight is how quickly Jeongguk can transform from verifiable sex god when dancing to picturesque bunny-rabbit with gleaming teeth.

He claps enthusiastically and smooths down the adhesive of his fake lightning-bolt scar before turning on his heels and skipping over toward the refreshments table. He bumps his hip against Hoseok's own, temporarily distracting him from the shape of Yoongi's mouth so that he can pour himself another generous glass of jungle juice.

There's a beat where you can see the three of them whispering among themselves before Yoongi nudges Jeongguk on his shoulder and redirects his attention toward you.

Jeongguk glances your way, his mouth sticky from syrupy punch and simply hanging open. And it's utterly preposterous how quickly your stomach erupts with butterflies from just a singular glance.

For months now, you and Jeongguk have been toying with the idea of flirtation. Stolen glances which feel like constellations across your skin, his fingertips ribboning between your own and lingering there, the brush of his lips against your cartilage as he inundates you with compliments.

Every time you are together, it feels as though you are building up toward something more. Something permanent.

And then, just like that, he is detaching himself, dropping you as though you were a sparkler searing through his palm and throwing himself at whichever companion happens to be closer.

You often wondered if the fault lied within you. Signals crossed, perhaps. Maybe you were glancing at your would-be relationship through a magnifying lens. But Jimin had assured you that his attitude was nothing more than Jeongguk's predisposed anxiety; that his actions only indicated a reciprocated fascination.

You weren't sure what to believe.

But now he is approaching you, his posture shifting into a serpentine waltz and a determined glint in his eyes which just barely manages to perforate through his cloud of intoxication. He sinks his teeth into his bottom lip, winks at you with both eyes, and fumbles underneath the layers of his flocked cloak to pull free an elongated wand forged from warbled plastic mahogany.

You quirk your brow at him, crossing your arms tightly across your chest in an attempt to keep your pendulous heartbeat satiated. You observe him with caution. Although he visually represents a beloved childlike fantasy, his actions are the perfect juxtaposition to his ordinarily reserved demeanor. He exudes confidence, staring you down, and you feel yourself beginning to dissolve around the edges like sugar-syrup across the valley of a hot tongue.

Your own mouth suddenly feels drier than you remember it being not even five minutes ago, your tongue wedged like cotton up against the roof of your mouth. Mentally, you curse Hobi for deeming the flavour of his boyfriend's mouth a priority above your own exacerbating thirst.

Right now you could really use the sharp spike of questionably-shaped ice cubes against your teeth and the medicinal burn of ethanol caressing your throat. Just to help galvanize your rapidly dissipating nerves.

"Hey, you~" Jeongguk coos, dragging his scalding hot gaze over the cinched lace contour of your costume. "You look amazing. Absolutely… bewitching."

It's a cliche line, but one which floods your bloodstream with honey nonetheless. Heat stipples across your cheeks in a glow so prominent that even the kaleidoscopic lighting of Hoseok's packed livingroom cannot conceal your flush.

Before you can repay his compliment in kind, Jeongguk is extending his replica wand out toward you once again. He swishes it wildly throughout the air, seemingly without direction, before thrusting it toward your chest.

"Kookie, what're you-"

"Abracadabra!" He grins, an eyebrow hitching high on his forehead. "You're my girlfriend, now. I made it so. No take-backsies."

His words are so utterly ludicrous that you can't help but to giggle. And yet, there is no denying the expansive heat ricocheting deep within the flourish of your soul at such a prospect. The words sound sincere despite Jeongguk's booze-slicked speech.

Authentic. Final. Real.

And yet, you can't help but to call his perception into question.

"Are you sure about that, Jeongguk?"

Jeongguk's palms bracket around your pelvis without another word. He tucks the tip of his nose against your own, winding and looping back and forth until you are left completely breathless, starstruck by the devotion of such a simplistic action.

"You're so beautiful." Jeongguk sighs, lifting his fingertips to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

His lips press against yours with such authority that you almost lose your footing entirely.

If it were not for the rigid proximity of Jeongguk's biceps wrapped securely around your midsection you would have surely tumbled into the persuasive call of gravity.

But he's here. He's here and his lips move against your own as though he were reciting stanzas of pure poetry against your cupid's bow and you are once again left without a means of oxygen intake.

But Jeongguk smiles against you, whispers saccharine catcalls of 'my girlfriend!' between kisses and everything falls right into place.

He may be intoxicated enough to put all his faith into a flimsy mass-produced wand but you are absolutely positive that magic was definitely involved in finally - finally - bringing you two together.

Maybe you're a party person after all

#bts #bangtan boys #jeon jungkook #bts ff #ff #jeon jungkook x reader #bts fiction #bangtan sonyeondan #namjin #vmin #sope #yoonseok #bts prompts #bts imagines #bts imagine #peanootzramano #writing #jeon jeongguk #jeon jeongguk x reader

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monty-madam-witch · 5 years ago

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🖤

The more I think on it, the more I know I'll never find love.

I want to find love, but know that I can't have it in the way I need it.

The sad part is this is only minimally due to anxiety. I am a philophobic first and foremost, and am terrified of falling in love. I especially don't want to waste my time on idiots and fakes for the sake of not exerting my emotional strength.

I am A LOT

I'm loud, I ramble, I'm prone to anecdotes, I'm random, hyperactive, goofy, weird, eccentric, on occasion messy, ambiverted, and eventually become an annoyance to everyone.

I love myself, and am proud of my ADHD and how I have tamed it, but am constantly reminded by other people of everything I should hate about myself.

The demons in the back of my head are gone, but they left scars that radiate, and pulse, and HURT; and because they're scars I can't get rid of them, only cover up and hide them from myself.

It's because of this I can only be around other people in intervals. It's EXHAUSTING being around other people, and I don't want to give them reasons to stick around and worry about me because of the way I am.

Overall I am SO SICK of the PITY.

The second someone learns of my fears, the way I view the world, and my mental disorder, they see me as some psychological project that they need to fix or help "out of the goodness of their own hearts", when really they just want to make themselves feel good, and deny themselves for my sake. Or just shovel me off to the side as this thing they don't have time for and just make assumptions to fill in the blanks and treat me like this dumb creature; humming and nodding and hoping I leave.

I know myself well enough to know that I'm not ready to be in a relationship, and know it unwise to dedicate my time to someone in such a way at my current young age. Living with my former roommate and seeing how manipulative, impulsive, and immature she was gave my balls the courage to drop the rest of the way and taught me that I should matter and care for myself just as much as I do towards others, and when to just say no. It showed me the truly ugly side of the human mind and people's habits, and the true risk one takes when they choose to get involved with someone; I knew this fact prior, but only then did it give me true perspective.

My tactic is this:

I want the relationship I develop with the person I become a significant with to happen organically. With ANY relationship you pursue on a social basis, that person needs to be your friend. I want my husband to be my best friend long before romance is even considered being brought into the mix. For us to have seen each other through our best and appreciate it, and seen our personal worst and accept it. For us to have a trust we couldn't achieve before anyone else we had encountered, and for us to understand each others pasts.

But I know the world we live in, and that there are so many idiots out there; one's who don't want to be patient, who have selfish agendas of their own, and won't accept me from how complicated I am.

I am fully aware that there are literally billions of people on this planet, but I also know the odds of finding the person I need are near non-existent.

I know the human brain, and I know emotions, and I know people change overtime. Some don't even begin the change for the better or start to question to find themselves until their 40's, 50's, or as late as their 70's; denying themselves the right to explore their emotions in the hopes of being something they want to become.

Everyone has their own agendas.

Everyone has their own concept of love.

NO ONE is honest with their conception of it.

Love for the past few decades has turned into BULLSHIT.

People feel fascination and infatuation with someone, or see something that differs from what they have been "deprived" or sheltered from their whole life and THINK THAT'S love.

Love takes time, work, and the willingness to understand. And no one has that anymore.

#rambling #venting #emotional #all I've been doing is thinking #everything hurts from the crying #am I the only one who feels this??#I can't stop crying these days

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chemiicalmace · 5 years ago

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♡ ( DOMINIC HARRISON / CIS MALE / TWENTY-ONE / HE & HIM ) i always seem to run into MASON TAYLOR at jukebox records. i’ve heard that if the STAFF MEMBER (BARISTA) had to choose one go-to record, it’d be LONDON CALLING by THE CLASH and that they can be PASSIONATE but also kind of HEEDLESS. for some reason, they always make me think of AN ABUNDANCE OF THE COLOR PINK, UNCONTROLLABLE LAUGHTER, & AN ENDLESSLY BOUNCING KNEE.

↪ hii hello, i’m ash ( she/her, cst ) —- if you’d like to plot, give this a ❤, or slide into my dms here or on discord anytime. i’m always down to yell in agreement about things or show you piccys of my large cat. anyway, onto my best, wild boi;

BASICS

given name: mason reid taylor

age: 21

orientation: pansexual

date of birth: august 3

place of birth: doncaster

modifications: tattoos; small hearts on middle fingers

height: 5′10″

star sign: leo

mbti: enfp

positive traits: passionate, optimistic, adventurous, valiant

negative traits: impulsive, naive, heedless, loud

BACKGROUND

originally from across the pond, out in doncaster to be exact.

only child to two rather young parents, which he would later learn became a strain on their relationship and eventually their lives.

otherwise, his early childhood was rather mundane.

it wasn’t until a bit later in life that the tension between his parents and the downward spiral his mother was on became unavoidable.

her excuse had always been that she “wasn’t feeling well” and his father would insist “go and play, let your mother be”, but as mason grew older and wiser, he learned what things like depression meant and how it manifested itself in those close to him.

when his parents ultimately split, mason wound up living with his father, whisking them off to san francisco in the man’s pursuit of a promising new job — in the meantime, his mum in an institution back home to receive the help she deserved. though he didn’t quite realize it at the time, being forced away and never seeing him mother since was something he would never really get past.

he was always on good terms with his father, but ever since, mason had a repressed sense of bitterness and jadedness that blew up from time to time. he felt crushed by the weight of the man’s expectations and restricted from living the uninhibited life his soul craved.

as a result, mason did what he’s always done best: whatever the hell he wanted. pushing his father to the limit, mason was on the cusp of being kicked from his home when he turned 18 and took it upon himself to pick up and head out on his own, ultimately landing in a shitty modest apartment ‘round the corner from jukebox records. sure, it was cramped — but it was the freest he’d felt in years. you see, mason has this knack for making the most out of anything.

in present day, mason is… well, if you ask him, he’s not entirely sure. he’s only dropped out of school more than once —- but it’s exactly how he prefers it. live fast and die young, and in the meantime, serve coffees. (maybe he has that painted on a sign somewhere in his crappy, little apartment? who knows).

he loves to skate (he was a sk8er boi she said see ya later boi), and make promises to himself that he’ll go home someday… all in the meantime constantly worrying that he might one day follow in the footsteps of his mother

PERSONALITY

i enjoy relating him to a happy dog who pants a lot.

but in all seriousness…

this one’s unapologetically loud and northern.

a literal and figurative big mouth tbh.

but overall, so Good and So Pure despite being often labeled as one of those ‘disruptive and delinquent children’.

thanks to this and other events in his life, he’s become a huge advocate for the underdog, and (like many things) wouldn’t think twice before jumping in to help anyone.

has some difficulty with being told what to do. in that respect, he’s still very much a child.

talks a lot and talks very fast.

moves very fast too, tbh. he seems to be in some sort of cast with another broken bone constantly.

seriously — that’s just mason naturally, no caffeine. he never even drinks coffee, but he takes great pride in the lil art.

guarantee he’s been chastised more than once for taking the time to ask each and every individual person all about their day and life as the line floods out the door.

his intentions are good, but often so thoughtless that it tends to be his biggest flaw.

Easily Distracted and Hyperactive.

momma’s boi.

enjoys crushing gender stereotypes — loves the color pink and ain’t afraid to sport some fresh painted nails.

he’s full of joy and smiles, give him some hugs and pats and he’ll love you for life~

CONNECTIONS

really, i would cry over any connection/plot. here are just a few !!

fast friends : someone he quickly bonded with after arriving in town, they may have shown him the ropes and some neato places around these parts.

best friend / ride or die : bonus points if they also skate !! let them wreak havoc on these streets.

unrequited crush : please just let him act a fool around this person, trying and failing to impress them time and time again.

neighbors : he’s loud, and he doesn’t know when to stop. guarantee he’s not on great terms with this person.

roommate(s) : i know this kid ain’t paying for his place on his own. he needs a roomie !!

and anything else that may pop up~

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taexual · 6 years ago

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HOLIC - 23 | jb x reader

pairing: Im Jaebum x Reader

genre: enemies to lovers au | roommate au

warnings: fluff (has holic ever had fluff as a warning) ft. a soundtrack

words: 4.9k

disclaimer: i do not own the gif, please let me know if it belongs to you, so i can give proper credit

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You’ve never been to a recording studio before, so you didn’t know what to expect but the building looked ordinary from the outside. Not that you were hoping for flashing signs or anything, but the lack of pretentious looking artists – which, okay, was exactly what you were expecting to run into – at the lobby was somewhat surprising.

“You look disappointed,” Jaebum remarked, walking next to you and pointing at the elevator before you could wander off on your own. “Jackson’s on the seventh. Let’s not take the stairs, I’m sick of the elevator in our building not working.”

You nodded, following him. “I’m not disappointed. I just wasn’t sure what I’d see here but it’s… kind of empty.”

“Everyone’s working. They don’t come here to hang out in the hallway,” he explained, pressing the elevator button. “It’s not empty, though. As soon as we’ll get off on the seventh floor, you’ll see many people hitting their heads against the wall, trying to write song lyrics. Been there, done that.”

“Did you write your song lyrics here, too?” you asked, unable to stop yourself. No matter how hard it was for him to speak about his music, you couldn’t help but want to know more. This was the most beautiful part of him – not the mysteriousness surrounding his songs, of course, but his love for music.

“Some of them,” Jaebum revealed, tapping his hand against the wall next to the elevator door, impatiently waiting for it to open. Once it finally did, he allowed you to enter first and then followed right after, pressing the button with the appropriate number on it. “I don’t usually write my songs in the hallway, though. I write the best while I’m talking to Jackson. He has ways of stimulating my mind until I find myself turning my emotions into words I could never voice otherwise.”

You were already starting to like Jackson even though you haven’t even met him yet – then again, you’d have liked anyone who supported Jaebum’s dream, to be honest – but you were still a little cautious. After finding Mark to be extremely endearing and even befriending him, you got into a fight with Jaebum that you did not want to remember or relive in any other way. Hence why you didn’t want to come off as too eager when it came to meeting Jackson – although, really, you were dying to see the guy who helped Jaebum create his music.

“Right here,” Jaebum guided you out of the elevator and down the hallway, which was – just like he’d warned – lined with various different people, all seated on the floor or laying against the wall, nodding to themselves, notepads or laptops on their laps, thick headphones on their ears. “Don’t look them in the eye.”

You sped up, following after him. “What? Why not?”

“The ones going through writer’s block will start asking you to give them random words,” Jaebum explained, “and once you start to help them, they’ll never let you leave.”

“Huh,” you carefully looked around the hallway. “I don’t think it’s so bad here. Maybe it’s in my blood to become a lyricist.”

Jaebum turned to look at you over his shoulder, his eyes drifting to your shoulder bag which you’d unzipped to get your camera out. “No. It’s in your blood to become a photographer. Now, come on.”

He stopped suddenly, opening the door on his right, and you were immediately met with loud music – which proved that each room in this building was soundproof and, therefore, no one would have had any idea about anything that was happening in there if they didn’t peak inside; it intrigued you, really – and, only after you followed Jaebum inside, did you notice a brown-haired guy, spinning around in an office chair, seemingly oblivious to your presence.

“Jackson,” Jaebum said, closing the door after you’d entered. He wasn’t too loud so you figured his friend wouldn’t hear him over the music, but Jackson whipped his head around immediately and smiled, standing up.

“Jae!” he shouted, his enthusiastic voice easing some of your anxiety. He gave Jaebum a half-hug and then pointed at you. “Is this the girl? It better be or else we’re going to start having problems about you bringing girls over to the studio.”

Jaebum groaned. “Yes, this is the girl. Don’t you see the camera in her hands? I don’t know any other photographers.”

“Well, that offends me deeply,” Jackson frowned, “I know I might focus on music, but I can find my way around a decent camera, too,” he turned to look at you, the teasing smile he’d used for Jaebum turning into a genuine one, “hi. I’m Jackson.”

“Hi,” you shook his extended hand and introduced yourself. “Sorry if I’m bothering you by being here.”

“Not at all! I get sick of being alone with Jaebum so it’s nice to have someone else here,” Jackson replied and you saw Jaebum roll your eyes.

“Sometimes I forget why he’s my friend,” Jaebum commented as Jackson patted his shoulder in mock-affection.

“I don’t know what you mean,” you replied to your roommate, grinning as you watched him interact with Jackson. “He seems great.”

“I like her!” Jackson declared, sitting down on his chair. Aside from being talkative and easy-going, he was starting to seem hyperactive as well. Each time you blinked, he was doing something else. “Are we having a photoshoot here? Fair warning, I haven’t really brushed my hair today, I was going for a natural look.”

“Uh, well—” you hesitated, glancing at Jaebum for help – he was too busy with the equipment of the control room as he tried to turn the music down – because you weren’t sure what you should have said. “I was just about to ask if it’s really okay for me to take pictures here. I’m not sure what I’m really doing, I just want to experiment, I guess. I don’t normally photograph people, so your face might not even be visible—”

“Oh, so it’s a whole different kind of photoshoot we’re talking about here, huh?” Jackson winked, giving Jaebum a look too – and earning a glare in return. “Well, the rest of my body is much more prepared for a shoot. I even skipped lunch for this.”

“You—”

“Stop messing around,” Jaebum warned him.

Jackson only laughed. “Come on, of course, it’s fine if you take pictures here. I’d love to see them once you’re done, too, if you won’t mind. I’m not a professional, but I have some photography background.”

“That’s a humble way to say his family basically owns Nikon,” Jaebum informed you.

“Uh-huh, and that’s why I am so upset to see a Canon in your hands,” Jackson nodded in the direction of the camera you were holding. “Is it any good? Did it come with this lens?”

“N-no, uh, I bought it,” you said, a little overwhelmed with everything but pleasantly surprised to find Jackson so friendly. Talking to him was like a breath of fresh air – not a single awkward moment passed between you and you’ve only met him a minute ago – and you understood that Jaebum probably purposefully chose to surround himself with people like this, because Mark was similar, too. “Would you like to see some of my old shots?”

“Yes,” Jackson nodded, not even checking what Jaebum was doing and instead, driving his office chair towards a settee by the wall of the room before indicating for you to take a seat on it. “I was just looking for a new lens for my own camera because last time, I ended up buying a fish-eye one by accident, and it’s only good for panoramic pictures. Now, while I don’t think I’m extremely bad-looking, you do not want to see what my selfies look like through a fish-eye lens.”

“Yes, because that’s the only reason why you’re looking for a lens,” came Jaebum’s input into the conversation, “to take selfies with your professional camera.”

“Absolutely,” Jackson replied, no shame in his voice whatsoever. “You have to immortalize this work of art.”

You chuckled, opening up the gallery on your camera and passing it to Jackson so he could go through it. You felt almost like you were showing your portfolio to an employer -- but if you wanted to take pictures in his studio, he had every right to know what kind of pictures you took usually -- which was nothing short of stressful.

Jackson was surprisingly quiet as he looked through your photographs, only nodding his head every once in a while, and humming something under his breath. You weren’t sure what he thought until he reached the final picture and then finally raised his eyes, passing his camera to you.

“They’re really good,” he said in an unexpectedly serious voice. Jaebum – who had already entered the studio booth and was now going through some papers – didn’t hear him, so Jackson turned around to find his friend behind the glass of the control room. “Hey, Jae! She is fantastic. You’ve never told me you knew a photography prodigy.”

Jaebum, popping his head out of the isolated booth, smiled proudly. “Jealous?”

“You’re the first talented person that has entered this studio,” Jackson told you, purposefully mocking Jaebum who just rolled his eyes—this was clearly Jaebum’s way of showing love to his friends—and returned to what he’d been doing before. “Do you perhaps sing, too?”

You laughed. “No. Not that I don’t love to yell at the top of my lungs.”

“We can work with that,” he said, giving you a smile before standing up from his chair. “You can fix your settings and go ahead and take pictures of anything you want, yeah? I’ll go check on Jaebum to make sure he doesn’t break anything.”

“I heard that!” came your roommate’s response from the booth.

“I was hoping you would!” Jackson countered, leaving you alone with your camera.

After adjusting the white balance and configuring the other basic settings to ensure the higher quality of the pictures in this specific setting, you began to photograph the room around you. Somehow, the dim lighting in the studio made the pictures come out looking almost amorous, but you went with it because, as you watched Jaebum explain his ideas to Jackson, it seemed to fit the mood.

Originally, you’d planned to only photograph inanimate objects but there were only so many pictures of the office chairs and the general equipment you could take before it started to seem repetitive, so you couldn’t help but allow your camera to wander to the two boys who had returned to the control room and were now busy arranging something that seemed like verses of a song.

Jackson was difficult to take pictures of because his movements were sporadic and unexpected. Also, he could feel the camera on him and kept on smiling, thus, ruining the natural look you were trying to go for. Jaebum, on the other hand…

As soon as your camera landed on him, you seemed to feel a wave of unexpected excitement wash over you as if you’ve been looking for something special about this room and now you’ve finally found it. Jaebum never ceased to pose – without realizing it – and even though only certain parts of his body were visible in the pictures – like his eye and the two moles you’ve admired since the first time you saw him, or his hand as he waved it around for more effect – you could almost hear the story he was telling in the pictures that you took.

Each photograph of Jaebum seemed to speak to you and even though you’ve never heard the songs he’s written before, you could sense the words and the melody just from the movement of his body alone. It was magical – he wasn’t even aware you were taking pictures of him and yet he created the most beautiful compositions by just existing. You barely had to do anything, just make sure that your hands weren’t shaking as you pressed the camera button over and over.

Somehow, you got so lost in the world Jaebum had created, you didn’t even hear Jackson calling out for you.

“Huh?” you mumbled distractedly after you captured his confused eyes as he stared right at the lens of your camera.

“You really enter a different realm when you take pictures, don’t you?” Jackson said, a good-natured smile on his face.

“Yeah, sorry,” you turned the camera off. “What were you saying?”

“I can’t listen to Jaebum complain about not liking the arrangement anymore,” Jackson said. “Do you want to hear the song and give us your opinion?”

Waves of hotness ran throughout your body at the offer. You’d waited so long for this and yet you couldn’t help but notice the way Jaebum covered his face as soon as Jackson finished talking.

“I-I mean, I would love that,” you said. “But if Jaebum doesn’t want—”

“Oh, who cares what he wants,” Jackson cut you off. “He’ll never get anywhere if he gets so bashful about his music. It’s good, man. I swear. She needs to hear it.”

You could tell that this wasn’t it – Jaebum wasn’t awkward about this because he thought his music was bad. He may have considered his songs good but not good enough. You went through the same thing each time you started to edit your pictures. They looked nice eventually, but there was always something you could add; little things that made a big difference. You were constantly afraid you’d miss those little things and end up being left with an average picture instead of an extraordinary one.

“I have the rough copy of it on my laptop,” Jackson added when his friend didn’t protest.

“Alright, I don’t want to be in the room when you hear it,” Jaebum said, standing up and looking at you. “No offense or anything, I just—you know.”

Before you could open your mouth and say anything – maybe even ask him to stay or offer to hold his hand or something so the obviously stressful experience of letting others listen to his music wouldn’t be so bad for him – Jackson started to speak.

“Yeah, well, go, then,” he encouraged, pointing at the door of the studio without turning away from his laptop. “We’re doing this whether you like it or not. It’s time.”

Jaebum looked at you as if waiting for your approval and once you gave him a small nod, he nodded back and then left. You weren’t sure what the silence between you two meant and you sure as hell had no idea if you hearing his song would change anything between you, but you found yourself feeling so nervous, your hands started to shake.

“Alright, here it is,” Jackson said after he heard Jaebum close the door. “It’s about his ex. It’s just the right amount of aggressive and sad. You’ll love it.”

You forgot how to breathe before Jackson even pressed play. You weren’t expecting Jaebum’s first song that you’d get to hear to be about Suji of all people, but if you really thought about it, it made a lot of sense. Jaebum constantly emphasized how bad he was at expressing his feelings. Perhaps the only way he knew how to pour his heart out was through music.

“It’s called Don’t Touch Me,” Jackson added and immediately after he stopped talking, you heard Jaebum sing the first words of the song, the combination of the sensuous melody and his voice sending shivers down your spine.

♪ Why on earth are you like this to me?

♪ What do you want? It's already over for me.

The lyrics were obvious and yet you blinked quickly, trying to hide your emotions because Jackson was watching you, eating up your reaction. You had a feeling that he could probably hear the sound of your heartbeat even over the music, though, so it was almost useless for you to try to hide anything.

It wasn’t so much the lyrics that have affected you – although they were definitely part of the reason why you were almost hyperventilating as you sat on the settee, listening to Jaebum sing – as it was the realization that Jaebum could sing.

Of course, you knew that he had a nice voice. You had a feeling he didn’t say he wanted to become a singer in the future because he couldn’t do anything else and being a singer just seemed cool. He said this because he had serious ambitions – and serious talent. You knew he possessed the ability to make people feel all that he was feeling when he talked – you’ve experienced that first-hand – but up until today, you haven’t really grasped just how powerful this ability was.

♪ How many times do I need to say it, no more.

♪ Don't stick to me ever, the end result is obvious anyway.

“Good, right?” Jackson called out to you over the music, nodding his head along to the beat.

You didn’t dare to nod – or to move – in case you’d miss a line and end up not hearing something. This was the first time you were listening to Jaebum’s music – and, consequently, the first time you were hearing your roommate use his voice for something other than yelling at you – and you were, to put it simply, unprepared.

You’d been waiting for this but each word, each line of the song took you off guard. Perhaps it was good that Jaebum wasn’t in the room with you or else he would have seen so many different emotions cross your face, you’d never find an explanation for all of them. Jackson – although he watched you cautiously – probably couldn’t understand you, either, but it didn’t matter as much because the song wasn’t his, and he didn’t strike you as a person who’d get very weird and almost dismissive about his works of art, anyway.

Jaebum was a whole different story. He’d think you hated it. He’d think he’d done something wrong when, in reality, everything he’d done with this song was right. It was too right and you suddenly found your fingernails digging into the leather of the settee as you listened to the song progress.

♪ The same conversation every day, I don't wanna no more.

♪ You know it yourself, don't you? Already done, no more.

♪ I'm getting sick of this now, you know how I think of you.

♪ Regardless of what you think, it already happened.

“So much raw emotion!” Jackson continued as the song approached the chorus. “The song has so much potential.”

“Hmm,” you mumbled lamely.

You had expected his music to be good. Perhaps you were even expecting his music to reflect all the feelings he was never able to say but you still couldn’t help but feel like you’ve just stumbled deep into his mind and entered a room you weren’t supposed to enter. When he’d ask you what you thought of the song, you wouldn’t know what to say because, essentially, you’d have to comment on so many different things that made you feel too many emotions that were all slowly driving you insane.

His voice made you feel warm but as the song went on, you realized you were itching to get out of this suddenly hot, suffocating room and find Jaebum. You didn’t want to think what you’d say—or do—to him once you found him.

His lyrics made you realize just how deep his feelings about all that had happened in his life ran. If this was a song he wrote about someone he couldn’t wait to run away from, what kind of songs would he sing about someone he actually wanted to be with? Someone he loved?

And the music… you weren’t sure if he made it himself or if he had someone else arrange it for him, but you couldn’t tell a difference between his voice and the music itself. They blended together, not sounding just harmonious, but sounding like they were inseparable — like they were one and they could not exist without each other. Jaebum could not sing these words without this music accompanying his voice and the music could not play without his words emerging from it.

♪ Don't look for me anymore.

♪ I don't want you.

♪ Even if you say you long for me,

♪ Even if you need me to death,

♪ I won't waver a single bit, ever.

You knew how Jaebum felt about Suji – hell, he said you were one of the few people who knew it well – but listening to him sing about it, each word coming straight from his heart, felt too intrusive to handle and, while you wanted to never stop listening to his calming voice as he sang, you also weren’t sure if you’d be able to endure the entire song.

You didn’t start fidgeting because you were uncomfortable listening to Jaebum sing about his ex-girlfriend. You started to fidget because you were uncomfortable with yourself and with the conclusion that your heart had finally landed on.

It was clear as day to every part of your body and there was no denying it anymore. There was no longer any room for doubt and even your stubborn mind was able to recognize it – you were falling in love with Jaebum.

♪ Don't touch me now, don't stay close to me.

♪ Just as you were before, nothing's changed about you.

♪ Don't touch me now, don't stay close to me.

♪ Just as you were before, nothing's changed about you, baby.

You’ve known you no longer saw Jaebum as just a roommate for a while now, but you refused to dig deeper into your feelings. You refused to over-analyze them, instead focusing on analyzing the behavior of Jaebum and the things he was feeling towards you. Maybe, in a way, you’ve avoided confrontations with your heart the same way that Jaebum avoided coming face-to-face with his music.

You didn’t want to admit to yourself that what had started out as curious admiration had bloomed into attraction – somehow skipping the hate you’d assumed you were supposed to feel for Jaebum after everything you’ve gone through with him – and now you were overwhelmed by all that you’d tried to run away from. You were no longer just admiring him and his mind. You were no longer just attracted to him and everything that he did.

Even despite all the fights you’ve had, you were always afraid to lose him. Despite the fear you felt about never having a chance with him, you constantly thought about him. Despite not wanting to put him through the same thing he’d gone through with Suji, you still wanted to be with him.

You were falling in love with him and, as his song played on, you suddenly weren’t sure what to do with the extra beats of your heart because they all belonged to him. They were all screaming for him.

Jackson cleared his throat suddenly, distracting you from the wild feelings that were freewheeling all over your chest. He gave you a gentle smile once you turned to look at him, your eyes still wide.

“You… know the person he’s singing about, don’t you?” he asked slowly. “Sorry if that’s a very personal question, you just—you looked really uncomfortable for a while there, and I know there’s no way it’s because you don’t like the song.”

“No, uh, the song’s great,” you said, trying to get yourself together enough to appear normal but each word that came out of your mouth sounded foreign. “It’s really really good. I don’t know why I’m surprised, I knew it was going to be good—but, uh, it’s amazing. And… yeah. I think I do know the person he’s singing about.”

“Oh,” Jackson nodded, taking this information in. You wondered if he started to feel awkward because he didn’t know about Suji or if the look on his face symbolized sympathy because he knew what Jaebum was singing about, too. “Does it feel weird to listen to your boyfriend sing about his ex?”

You blinked in surprise, Jackson’s words working like an electric shock, startling you awake from a trance Jaebum’s song had put you in. “My—oh, no. Jaebum—no. We’re not—he isn’t my—no.”

Your mind flashed back to your shopping session at IKEA where a salesman had assumed you and Jaebum were together – many things have changed since then but you were still awkward when explaining to people that the things between you were strictly platonic. Even more so now that you realized just how hard you wanted to be with Jaebum without a label in the way.

“We’re not dating,” you clarified in case Jackson did not figure out what you were trying to say as you rambled clumsily. “He’s not my boyfriend.”

“Okay, I got that,” Jackson said, a subtle smirk on his lips, “It’s just that Jae’s never brought a girl over to my studio -- actually, he'd never introduced me to any girl that he knew before, so I figured this was his subtle way of letting me know that you and him--well, nevermind, then,” he stopped, shaking his head and going back to the previous topic, “anyway, what did you think of the song?”

“It’s—”

The door of the studio opened at the same time you started to speak and an awkward Jaebum poked his head inside. He looked afraid to hear his own music still playing and he seemed to visibly relax as soon as he realized you and Jackson were talking in silence.

Your heart – that could not seem to rest ever since you heard the first chords of his song – suddenly started to beat even faster as if attempting to break out of your chest and exit your body in any way it could. You were afraid to open your mouth.

“Don’t look like you just stumbled into the wrong room,” Jackson told his friend. “Come in. She liked the song.”

“She did?” Jaebum asked, shooting you an awkward, sheepish look.

You have never seen him this flustered and, for a moment, you even considered the possibility of him feeling about as affected by this as you were. Jaebum clearly didn’t let many people listen to his music so you could only imagine the anxiety he must have been feeling after you heard his song, and yet, you still weren’t sure if it was possible for anyone to feel as many emotions as you were feeling in that moment.

“Yes, it’s incredible,” you managed to speak, clearing your throat once you heard how weak your voice sounded. You hadn’t even realized you stood up as soon as you started to talk, “there’s so much feeling in the song. You have a wonderful ability to tell the most emotional story with your music, I—,” you stopped, noticing the look Jaebum gave Jackson – as if he was asking his friend if this was really happening. “It’s really g-great. Your voice is very, uh, fitting for this kind of song. It’s just sensual enough to make the listener feel all that you’re feeling and more.”

“I, uh…” Jaebum was evidently new at receiving compliments for his music because, probably for the first time in your life, you caught him at a loss for words. “Thank you. Did you really think it was good?”

“Yes. Somehow, this is exactly the kind of music I was expecting from you,” you said despite just having been caught off guard by how much his music had made you feel. “Your voice made every word sound attractive and somehow soothing, despite the song… not being about the most positive kind of things. It--it’s probably weird but I got the feeling like you could sing about the end of the world, describing every disturbing thing that was going to happen to the humankind, and your voice would make the listener feel like, despite it being the apocalypse, everything was still going to be okay.”

Because Jaebum had a hard time finding what to say and Jackson did not want to interfere – alright, maybe he did want to cut in with the most teasing phrase he could muster, but he chose to stay out of it and let you two play around your feelings for a little while longer – you were starting to feel awkward – shit, you shouldn’t have talked about his voice so much; what a way to make your feelings for him obvious – so, after glancing at the clock on your phone, you sighed in an overly dramatic way.

“I think I’m going to head out,” you said. “It’s getting quite late, I got the pictures I was hoping for, so I won’t disturb you anymore. Thank you for bringing me here, I had a lot of fun. A-and thank you for finally letting me hear your music. Oh! And it was very nice to meet you, Jackson.”

“Nice to meet you, too!” Jackson replied, shooting you a wink. He might have been the only person in this room – other than you – who understood exactly why you needed to leave because Jaebum still looked too overwhelmed with everything to figure anything out. Thank God for that.

“Wait—” your roommate called out as you headed for the door, your abrupt decision to leave not sitting right with him. “I--I’ll take you home.”

“No, no, it’s fine,” you said, unsure if you’d endure a ride back home with him. You felt like you needed some time alone to get yourself together. Looking at him right now made you feel too much and you still haven’t recovered from the intense emotional rollercoaster his song had taken you on – you were seriously far too sensitive to all things that involved Jaebum. “You stay and work on your music. I’ll find my way back.”

Conflicted what to say and still overwhelmed from all that had just happened, Jaebum didn’t stop you, giving Jackson a questioning look – and earning a shrug in return – before mumbling a soft, “she thinks I have a sensual voice,” right as you walked out of the door of the studio.

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puckinghell · 6 years ago

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A Drunk Tongue | Tyler Sguin

Requested: nope Word count: 1882 Note: I kinda have an idea for a part 2 to this so if you’d like...Edit: Part two is up now

When Tyler’s phone lights up at 3am, his first thought is that there must be something very, awfully, deadly wrong with you.

After all, in 2 years of being friends with you, he’s never gotten a nightly phone call from you. You’re always soundly asleep by midnight, more responsible than he ever has been, and whenever you’re not, it’s because he’s keeping you awake.

“Hello?” he grumbles into the phone, sleep still lacing his words, his eyes barely opening. He hears a lot of noise in the background, people talking, music.

“Tyyyyy!” you squeal, giggling, and he realizes right away that you’re drunk.

Then it comes back to him. You told him you’d be going out to celebrate your roommate’s birthday tonight, despite not really wanting to. You told him how much you hated that he wasn’t there.

You didn’t really ever go out; it just wasn’t really your scene, and you were a bit of a lightweight. Tyler had dragged you out a few times, and you did have fun when you went, but it was mostly because you knew he was always right there to carry you home.

Tyler knew you were a lightweight too, and whenever he brought you out, he made sure to stay clearheaded. You were very touchy and loving when you had a drink, and he liked being able to wrap his arm around you and pull you close to him. Just to keep you safe, of course. Not at all because he’d been in love with you for over a year.

“Hey, Y/N,” he smiles into his phone. “What are you up to?”

“Give me the phone!” he hears another familiar voice speak, and then there’s some rustling in his ear and suddenly it’s your roommate, on the phone.

“Tyler, hi, sorry for calling you. Y/N is a bit drunk, and she keeps muttering about how much she wants to cuddle your dogs, and we wanna go to another club but I’m worried she’s going to crash. I was going to just put her in a cab but I was wondering if I could give the driver your address? She really won’t shut up about you, dude.”

His heart flutters at the words and instantly, he feels awake. “Don’t put her in a cab, just let me pick her up.” He’s already out of bed, pulling some sweatpants on and a hoodie, a baseball cap covering his hair. Your roommate tells him what club you’re at - one he frequents often, too - and he’s in his car within half a minute.

He might have driven a bit fast, but even if a speeding ticket would fall on the mat the next day, he wouldn’t regret it.

“Just coming to pick up my girl” he tells the bouncer, who simply nods. He wonders if the guy recognized him, or simply didn’t care. Or maybe he really did look like the boyfriend who just got called out of bed to pick up his drunk girlfriend.

Not that you are his girlfriend. But, you know, that’s what it would look like. To a stranger.

“Tyler!” You spot him quicker than he sees you, and suddenly he feels something heavy draped around his shoulders and you’re stumbling against him, smelling like alcohol and smoke and your perfume, and he can’t help but laugh as you nearly fall over and grab onto him to steady yourself. “That’s crazy! I wished you were here and now you are!”

“Cause you called me,” he tells you, amused, and your face scrunches up in confusion.

“Did I?”

He thanks your roommate for calling him, and your friends wave you a quick goodbye before disappearing into the crowd. You barely seem to notice that they’re gone, your attention squarely on the guy in front of you.

“You wanna go home?” Tyler mumbles in your ear, as he starts pushing you upright and wraps an arm around your waist to stop you from toppling over.

“Your home?” you slur, and when he nods, you break out into a smile.

He manages to guide you into his car, but it takes a while; you keeps stumbling over your own feet and bursting out into fits of giggles. He can’t even bring himself to be annoyed, because he finds you adorable, carefree like this. It’s a side of yourself you normally keep hidden away.

“How much did you drink?” he asks, but all you can do is shrug.

“A few.” You lost count long ago.

Tyler starts the car and puts on the radio, knowing you like the background noise. You rest your head against the window, staring out of it while Tyler drives. Suddenly, you turn to him.

“I don’t like when you’re sad.” You say it like realization has only just hit you, and he frowns.

“I’m not sad.”

“Not now. But lately, you’ve been sad more than usual. And I don’t like it. What can I do to make it better?”

He sighs, ignoring the tug on his heartstrings. It’s true that he’s been stressed; the team hasn’t been performing well and it’s a weight on his shoulders, knowing he’s not carrying them like he used to. But he honestly thought he was hiding it well from you. He knew you’d worry, didn’t want you to. You had your own stuff going on.

“Make me some spaghetti, maybe?” he offers, because let’s be honest, you’re a great cook and he can barely scramble an egg.

“I’ll make you all the spaghetti in the world if it makes you happy,” you declare, and then you lean towards him and rest your head on his shoulder. It can’t be comfortable like that, not with the distance between the seats and your seatbelt cutting into your skin, but he doesn’t dare even move an inch, afraid you might move away.

“I’m never sad when you’re around,” he says softly, the knowledge that you probably won’t remember any of this tomorrow making him brave.

“Then I’ll make spaghetti first and then just stay with you forever,” you tell him, as if it’s the obvious solution to all of his problems. And who knows, maybe it is.

You’re both silent for the rest of the drive but it’s not uncomfortable. It’s a silence between two people who know each other inside out, for who just being near each other is enough. When he finally parks the car in his driveway, you leap out of the car, and you’re surprisingly steady on your feet as you walk towards his front door.

He chuckles as he opens the door, knowing what’s got you so excited all of a sudden, and indeed, as soon as the door opens you’re met with three hyperactive Labradors, tails wagging and wet noses pressed against your legs.

“Puppies!” you exclaim, and you basically throw yourself onto the floor in an attempt to pet them all at the same time. “Hello puppies,” you whisper, “did you miss mommy?”

He pretends it doesn’t mean anything to him, to hear you call yourself his dogs’ mommy, and he pretends it doesn’t feel exactly right when you act like it’s your own home you walked into, throwing your coat over a chair and stumbling to the couch, where you drop yourself unceremoniously.

“Sleepy?” he asks you, expecting you to say yes, but you shake your head.

“Nope,” you say, popping the p, “it’s not bedtime.”

“It’s 3 am.”

You frown. “Oh. I woke you up, didn’t I?” You looked upset with yourself, and he sits down next to you on the couch.

“I’m glad you did,” he hums. “I missed you.” Another sentence he would probably not be brave enough to say out loud if he thought you’d remember this in a few hours.

“You saw me yesterday,” you giggle, and then you reach out and brush your fingers through his curls. “But I missed you too. Missed the dogs more, though.” You call Gerry up the couch, who obliges happily, curling up against your stomach. You wrap your arms around the warm, fuzzy animal. “Goodnight.”

“You said you weren’t tired,” Tyler teases, and then he starts pulling down the zipper of your boots, taking them off one by one.

“Thanks,” you mumble. “You’re a good guy, you know.”

“Well, thanks, I’m glad you’ve come to that conclusion after two years,” he jokes.

“Why don’t you have a girlfriend, Ty? I know girls would literally line up to date you. And you’d be such a great boyfriend.”

His heart sinks. Because I’m waiting on you. But those are words he’s not brave enough to say, and he swallows them away, deflects the question, instead.

“Why don’t you have a boyfriend? I know guys ask you out all the time. Why do you always say no?”

“Cause they’re not you.” You say it so simply, like it’s a mere fact, like it’s not enough reason for his stomach to make these kinds of somersaults.

It hurts. It hurts like hell, and that’s why he has to remind himself of the situation. “You’re drunk.”

“Maybe.” Your eyes open again, your face moving away from Gerry’s fur. “But haven’t you heard? The drunk mind speaks the sober heart, a drunk tongue never lies, etcetera, etcetera.”

He allows himself, then, to wonder, just for a minute, if there’s any way, any way at all…

“I…”

“Goodnight,” you say again, the words barely audible on your lips.

I love you. The words die on his lips as he watches you close your eyes, resting your head against his dog, and he can almost see the light go out behind your closed eyelids. You look so peaceful, curled up against Gerry, asleep on his couch, and it brings a warmth to his veins.

He kicks your boots away from the couch, and goes to get some painkillers and water to put on the coffee table. He also takes a trash can and puts it next to his couch. Just in case. He has a pretty expensive rug.

Then, he gets a blanket and covers you, carefully placing it so that every part of you up to your shoulders is covered with it. Gerry looks up at him with lazy eyes, and it’s almost like there’s a knowingness in them, like even he knows what Tyler was trying to say. The words he’s not brave enough to say sober.

He traces your cheekbone with his finger, and when you don’t wake up, don’t even stir, he presses a soft kiss to your cheek. To his surprise, you react to that, but all you do is hum and smile, and then you’re completely out again.

He smiles back, even though you can’t see it, and turns off the lights before heading upstairs, leaving you there with Gerry as your guard dog.

One day, one day he’ll tell you how he feels. One day soon, maybe. Because you’re right, a drunk tongue never lies. He knows, deep in his heart, that you feel it too.

He just needs to throw it all out there, put his heart in your hands and wait for you to decide whether or not you’ll crush it to pieces.

He might need a little liquid courage for that.

#tyler seguin #tyler seguin imagine #tyler seguin one shot #dallas stars #dallas stars imagine #dallas stars one shot #hockey imagine #hockey one shot #nhl imagine #nhl one shot #nhl imagines #nhl one shots #hockey imagines #hockey one shots #hockey writing #nhl writing

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kirigaya-art · 6 years ago

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BAZ

If he throws that bloody ball one more time, I'm actually going to kill him.

He's been playing with it since I met him, and it's driving me mad. These have been the longest two days of my life.

Simon Snow is the worst roommate I could have hoped for. Worse, actually-- I don't think I could have imagined someone so annoying. He can't sit without bouncing his leg, and his nails are bitten down to the quick (both unsanitary and probably painful). Not to mention he never shuts up about his new sword. It's all “Look at the engravings!” and “See how shiny it is! I can see my reflection!” and “You know, I was reading up, and this is actually one of the best kinds of metals for--” blah, blah, blah. Always with that same giant grin and his shiny eyes. It's ridiculous how excited he gets about a stupid hunk of steel.

I glance his way.

Now he's taken to throwing that dirty red ball against the wall and catching it, which is worse than just tossing it in the air because of the loud thump every time.

Throw. Bounce. Catch. Throw. Bounce. Catch. Throw. Bounce. Catch.

“Snow,” I growl, and he falters mid-throw. The ball tumbles from his fingers and bounces sadly a few times before rolling a couple more centimeters. He looks at me with wide caught-in-the-headlights eyes, all blue and shining and innocent. Merlin's beard, is he always like this?

“What's wrong?” He asks. I'm astounded by how quickly he reaches for the cross around his neck and pops it in his mouth to chew on. He's only just stopped playing with the ball, can't he sit still for five seconds?

I roll my eyes. “I just needed you to stop for a moment. I couldn't hear myself think.”

He tilts his head to the side. (What is he, a puppy?) “Which… what do you mean?”

Throwing an arm over my eyes, I lie down on my bed, legs still hanging off the edge. “The ball, Snow. Can't you put it down for a few minutes? Go do something productive.”

I can't see him, but he makes a little noise. “Um… but… I mean, you don't-- I was--”

“Spit it out,” I hiss. If the ball is annoying, his inability to string together cohesive sentences is infuriating.

He pauses for a moment, and I can hear him muttering to himself. Then, “It helps.”

I lift my arm so he can see me arch my brow. “What?”

“The ball,” he mumbles. “It helps me focus. Otherwise, there's-- there's--” he stops, maybe to regain his train of thought. He mouths thoughtfully at the cross. “It's too much. Everything's confusing. The ball helps me focus.”

I snort. “Of course everything's confusing-- you act like you've never been in the real world before.” I sit up again. “Is it true you were raised by Normals?”

He nods, cross glinting.

“Do most Normals do that?” I ask, pointing at the discarded ball.

He shakes his head, cheeks starting to redden. “No, but, uh, it's… better than punching walls. Which I'm not supposed to do anymore.”

Interesting. Now we're getting somewhere. “So... what, you're hyperactive? Twiddle your thumbs or something.” Then I can actually sleep at night.

He frowns at me like I've said something highly offensive. “It's not like that. I need to-- I need to do something with my hands.”

“That is doing something with your hands.”

“No, I mean--” he growls, face twisting. “You can't just--”

I cross my arms, waiting for him to finish his thought.

Instead, he leans down and scoops up the ball. He flops down onto his bed and starts throwing towards the ceiling.

Throw. Bounce.

Catch.

It hits me then, something I had noticed only subconsciously. The moment he catches the ball, it's like a weight is lifted from my shoulders-- and his, judging by the little sigh that leaves him. The air feels clearer, and I swear someone's cast a cool your jets because I didn't realise how sweltering it was in here.

Throw. Bounce. Catch.

When it hits his palm, the tension in the room lessens even further.

Throw. Bounce. Catch.

I don't understand. How is this having an effect on me, too? He said it helped him focus, but why is it just as much of a relief to me?

It's only when the air shimmers that it all clicks.

His magic is filling the room, suffocating me with its hot prickle and pressing force, like it's taken on a solid form and is trying to press me into the floor. But every time he catches the ball, it retreats into him, shining on his skin.

I'd heard his magic was strange. I had no idea what that meant. But here's the proof. I've been riling him up for a few minutes, berating and interrogating him, making his magic leak into the room. And he was telling the truth; the ball helps. If it's his discomfort and stress that makes magic build up, then somehow this ball is relaxing him, helping him feel at peace.

I hesitate. “Snow?”

Throw. Bounce. Catch. “Yes?”

Swallowing, I ask carefully, “you know how your magic sort of… leaks?”

Throw. Bounce. Catch. “Yes.”

“What happens if that continues?”

Throw. Bounce. Catch. “I explode a little, I think.”

I falter. “A little?”

Throw. Bounce. Catch. “Sort of. I haven't hurt anyone yet, though.”

Yet? Meaning he could?

As much as I don't really understand it...

Maybe I'll let him keep the ball.

#fanfiction #kiri writes #carry on #autistic headcanon #simon snow #simon snow series #autistic simon snow #baz pitch #tyrannus basilton grimm pitch #character study #stimming

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pebble-xo · 6 years ago

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Heartbeats (1)

part one; part two; part three;

It all started with a phone call.

“I’ve hit the jackpot!” your best friend exclaimed loudly down the phone.

You laughed brightly, moving the microphone on your earphones closer to your mouth as you headed up the street towards your office. “Good morning to you too Mel.”

Mel had been your best friend since college. The two of you started a week after the beginning of term and immediately bonded as the only two people who didn't know anyone else in the school. After that, the two of you were inseparable, following each other to university and graduating with honours together. You’d made many more friends over the years but Mel had always stayed by your side. She knew how to handle your sometimes crippling anxiety and you could easily manage her perpetual overexcitement. It was a perfect friendship.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, good morning!” she dismissed quickly, no doubt bouncing about in a circle like a hyperactive puppy. “You will never guess what has just happened!”

Rolling your eyes, you paused at a crossing and waited for the lights to turn green. “If I’m never going to guess, why don’t you just tell me before I get into the office?” you reasoned.

Mel took a deep breath, a telltale signal that your best friend was about to launch into her story. “Do you remember Park Chanyeol? The really hot guy that lived across the hall from us at university?”

A small smile turned the corners of your lips up as you remembered the enigmatic man from across the hall. Dark brown hair, wide innocent eyes, cute protruding ears and a towering stature: the Chanyeol you recalled was handsome and cheerful. Last you heard, he had developed an online game and was now running a small gaming company with some of his friends.

The walking man flashed green overhead. “Yeah I remember him,” you replied, crossing the road quickly so you were on your office’s street.

“Well I met him yesterday at a media seminar and we spent the whole evening talking at the bar and …”

“And you ended up in his bed?” you finished.

Your best friend scoffed in mock-disbelief. “What kind of person do you think I am?” she exclaimed in pretend abhorrence.

If you weren’t her best friend, you might have thought that her hurt at your assumption was real, but you knew Mel too well. “My favourite person,” you teased.

“It’s a good thing I love you,” she teased back playfully. “And you’re wrong because I didn’t end up in his bed. Actually I was telling him about my recent housing problem, you know the one where my landlady is a bitch and is kicking me out with barely any notice…”

“I still think if you got yourself a lawyer, you could fight the eviction,” you interrupted to repeat the point you had been trying to make your best friend.

You didn’t need to see her to know Mel was rolling her eyes. “I’m not going to waste my money trying to keep myself in that bitch’s apartment. If she wants me out, that’s fine with me. As it turns out, one of Chanyeol’s business partners is in need a roommate,” she explained enthusiastically.

“I thought you were trying to find your own place?” you asked with a soft frown. One of you had to be the voice of reason and it was unlikely to be Mel. She had the tendency to be a little impulsive.

“It was, but I’m not going to find my dream place in two weeks and Chanyeol’s friend says I can stay for as long as it takes as long as I pay my rent,” she replied before squealing excitedly. “Plus I’ve seen photos of the guy and he’s fucking gorgeous. There’s always the chance we’ll fall in love and I won’t have to move out at all,” she added in pure Mel-like fashion.

It was your turn to roll your eyes, pulling your bag off your shoulder to find your pass as you approached your office building. “Don’t set yourself up for disappointment Mel,” you told her softly, pulling your lanyard out from the bottom of your bag.

“That’s alright for you to say; you can literally feel your soulmate’s heartbeat,” she retorted quickly. “Anyway, I need you to come round tonight and help me pack. I’ll pay you with pizza!”

“You know my weakness,” you answered with a smile, swiping yourself into your building. “I’m at work now so I’ll text you later.”

“Have a productive publishing day,” Mel joked, making kissing noises down the phone until she eventually hung up.

Pulling your earphones out, you wrapped your lanyard around your neck and headed across the foyer towards the elevator. You’d arrived pretty early this morning to get ready for the big publishing meeting you were supposed to sit in on today so there weren’t that many people in the building. Hopefully you had left yourself enough time to make a cup of tea and read through your notes before the meeting started.

Alone in the elevator, you could feel it. The heartbeat Mel had mentioned so enviously. Your soulmate's.

According to urban myth - basically YouTube videos and Twitter threads - those lucky enough were gifted with their soulmate’s heartbeat alongside their own from the age of sixteen. It was supposed to act as a guide, to lead you to the one you were destined to spend your life with. Apparently it is only with the touch of your soulmate that your heartbeats would merge and beat as one.

Honestly the whole thing sounded ludicrous to you. Mel thought it was the epitome of romance and loved that you were destined for someone. You however saw it as a nuisance. When you first felt it on your 16th birthday, you thought you were hallucinating. Your parents almost had you sectioned because they thought you were losing your mind. But when you figured out what the heartbeat actually meant, all that was left to do was wait.

However it wasn’t something that was easy to live with. In the beginning, every touch made you jittery in anticipation, only to have it replaced by disappointment. It was enough to drive you insane. After years of expecting to find your soulmate, you'd all but given up the idea of him, deciding instead to focus on your career.

You found that if you kept yourself busy, you barely even noticed your second heartbeat. Still, by yourself in the quietness of the elevator, it may as well have been pounding in your ears. The rhythm was slow and gentle, like it usually was in the morning. Whoever your soulmate was, he often didn’t get up until 10 or 11am if his heartbeat was anything to go by.

The elevator suddenly came to a halt at your floor, the doors pinging open in a swift motion. Walking out, you tried to shake off the disassociated feeling you felt when you lost yourself in your second heartbeat and instead focused on what you needed to do for the day.

However throughout your long hours in the office, it was always there, lingering in the very back of your mind just peering into your consciousness. The thought that someone out there was your soulmate.

-x-

You couldn’t fight the pleasurable moan slip from your lips as the stringy cheese of your pizza hit your tongue. “Ugh I love pizza so much!” you breathed, closing your eyes for a brief second to appreciate your mouthful.

Mel’s scoff brought you out of your moment of pleasure. “This is why your dates always go so bad. You’re more interested in the food than the men sat across the table from it,” she teased, picking off a piece of pepperoni from her slice of pizza and popping it into her mouth.

“No, my dates always went bad because the food was more interesting than the men. It’s really your fault for setting me up with guys as boring as bricks,” you replied, finishing your first slice of pizza with a big bite.

Reaching across the food, Mel poured out two Cokes into plastic cups, seeing as all of her glasses were already packed. “What did you expect? Good looks and a personality?” she answered with her loud melodious laugh.

“Is it too much to ask?” you retorted, dramatically shrugging your shoulders in pretend-despair.

Unlike Mel, you weren’t too concerned about love and romance and finding the owner of your second heartbeat. Your focus was solely on your career and trying to make a name for yourself within your publishing company. That didn’t leave much time for dating, or finding your soulmate as Mel liked to call the blind dates she forced you to go on.

However the guys she set you up with never had much going on upstairs. All of them had been very handsome, but none could hold an intelligent conversation with you, their brains unable to stretch further than sports or video games. The more dates Mel organised for you, the more annoyed you became with the calibre of men, so you decided to forget about finding the one and do something productive like get ahead at work.

“So are you going to help me move on Saturday or do I have to bribe you with more pizza?” Mel asked, giving you her best puppy dog expression to try and charm you.

As cute as she was though, you had become immune to her charms in university, otherwise neither of you would have graduated. “I’m out of town with my boss this Saturday. But I’ll come over and help you unpack when I get back,” you told her, hiding your face behind your cup. “I’ll even pay for the pizza!”

“Ugh, some friend you are!” she whined, her lips pulled into a sulky pout. “I’m sure Sehun will help me anyway.”

You shook your head, still a little disbelieving of the situation your best friend had found herself in. “I can’t believe you’re moving in with a complete stranger. What if he turns out to be a psychopathic killer?” you exclaimed, making Mel almost choke on her pizza with laughter. “I’m serious Mel! Do you know anything about this Sehun?” Like always, you were the cautious one.

Mel quickly swallowed her mouthful and reached for her phone. “I know he’s really good looking,” she retorted childishly. “Like seriously, the man could easily be a model if he wanted to!” She made a few swipes on her phone and then turned the screen towards you.

It was a photo, posted on what looked like Chanyeol’s instagram, of a man relaxing in the middle of a huge bed, dressed in a white shirt and charcoal trousers, one arm stretched behind his head while the other held his phone up to his face. Your heart stuttered at his handsomeness, his long slender body and styled up dark hair catching you off guard. He was gorgeous, every inch of his image a mirror of perfection.

A little too perfect.

You blinked out of your stupor and focused on your pizza instead. “Handsome men can be serial killers too.”

Mel sighed and collapsed onto her back exasperated. “This is exactly why you are single!” she exclaimed, dramatically wriggling on the floor before sitting up for more pizza. “Sometimes handsome men are just handsome and haven’t murdered someone.”

Sticking your tongue out, you scrunched your face up and finished chewing. “All I’m saying is don’t get ahead of yourself Mel. I know you, and your imagination tends to run off in these crazy scenarios that reality can never live up to,” you reasoned.

Mel frowned cutely. “Don’t spoil this for me!” she whined, scrolling through her phone no doubt in search of more photos of Sehun to show you.

“Just be careful babe,” you replied softly, reaching over to pinch her cheek.

-x-

“I’ll write up my notes and have them on your desk first thing Monday morning Mr Choi,” you told your boss through the phone, staring out of your taxi’s window at the blur of tall apartment buildings speeding past. Having just got back from your short business trip, you were on your way to Mel’s new apartment to help her unpack and settle in.

Your boss laughed deeply. “I don’t know what I would do without,” he complimented. “Thank you for everything today. Enjoy the rest of your weekend.”

“You too sir,” you added politely, hanging up just as your taxi slowed to stop.

Leaning forward, you checked the price on the meter and took out a crisp note to pay for your fare. “Keep the change,” you told the driver, feeling bad for being so rude on the phone for the entire journey. Collecting your things, you shot the driver a brief smile and then climbed out of the taxi, pulling up your conversation with Mel on your phone to make sure you buzzed the right apartment.

You pressed the button for 8B and swung back on your heels, waiting for Mel’s loud voice to no doubt blast through the intercom. However the door just clicked open for you. “Maybe the intercom is broken,” you muttered to yourself, pushing the door wide and stepping inside. From there, Mel’s apartment was easy to find - a fast elevator ride and a turn of a corner away.

Pushing the doorbell, you flipped your hair out of your face and tapped your feet on the shiny stone floor. Knowing what a ball of energy Mel was when she was excited, she was probably going to come charging out the door and knock the air right out of your lungs.

But it wasn’t Mel that answered.

A tall, devastatingly handsome man swung the door open, his dark hair messy and styled up. His chocolate eyes widened slightly as they ran the length of your body and made you shudder, like a chilling breeze had just blown straight through you. He pulled his bottom lip between his white teeth and gave you a look that made both your heartbeats skip. You immediately recognised him from the number of photos Mel had shown you. This was Oh Sehun.

His brow knotted together in a hard frown. “You’re not the pizza delivery man?” he questioned, his eyes once again trailing your body, this time in search of any pizza you might be concealing.

“No, sorry,” you answered awkwardly, tucking your hair behind your ears.

“That’s a shame!” he mumbled quietly, giving you one last look before he moved to close the door.

“Actually,” you started quickly, stepping closer. “I’m here to see Mel.” You introduced yourself and held out your hand for him to shake, watching his eyebrows lift in surprise at your name.

Sehun pulled his thin lips into a pout, leaning against the doorframe with his arms folded across his broad chest. “The way Chanyeol described you, I thought you’d be...,” he trailed off, leaving the unsaid words hanging in the air.

You balked in disbelief, your outstretched hand falling limply back to your side. Was this guy for real? “Sorry to disappoint,” you snapped. You didn’t care how handsome this guy was, nothing could excuse his rudeness. “Is Mel here?”

There was a flash of something in his expression but it disappeared in the blink of an eye. Was it guilt? “Meg!” he called over his shoulder.

You couldn’t help the stunned look on your face. In all your years, you had never met anyone as rude and arrogant as Sehun. “Her name is Mel,” you told him sourly, watching the smirk on his pretty lips falter for a moment.

“Oh right,” he replied nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders as he stepped back to let you pass through the door.

Making a conscious effort not to touch him, you walked through the threshold, slipping out of your shoes and leaving them neatly before walking down the short corridor that opened up onto a huge living room.

“You made it!” Mel squealed, her hair dishevelled and pulled up into a high ponytail. She ran across the room, wrapping you in a tight hug.

Sehun strutted past you with his hands buried in the pockets of his tracksuit trousers and a permanent smirk fixed to his flushed lips. “Try to keep the screaming down,” he remarked grumpily, leaving the room from the direction Mel had come from.

Slightly stunned by Sehun’s arrogant departure, you shook off his rudeness and pulled a bottle of Mel’s favourite champagne out of your bag. “I bought bubbles!” you announced proudly, watching your best friend’s eyes light up excitedly.

“Oh my gosh! I haven’t unpacked my wine glasses yet,” she exclaimed dramatically, quickly darting into the kitchen to start rummaging through boxes. “Can you believe Sehun doesn’t have any wine glasses? Like what does he drink his wine from? A tumbler?!”

“That’s against nature,” you played along, knowing how defensive Mel got about tableware. She was the type of girl who had a certain glass for every drink, and hated it when people used the incorrect glassware. Once you drank wine out of a gin glass and she lost it. You learnt quickly that it was best to just let her pour the drinks.

While Mel fished out her wine glasses, you had a nose around the apartment. It was a huge open-plan living room - high ceilings, clean white walls, charcoal grey furniture - with the kitchen separated by a long marble breakfast bar. There was a huge TV attached to the wall and an even bigger sound and gaming system underneath, typical of a bachelor pad.

However there were added details to the decor that surprised you.: like the four framed photos of the same set of trees, each different to represent the four seasons; or the sweet-scented candles dotted on the surfaces. Definitely not a feature in most bachelor pads. Plus it was clean and tidy - another rarity. Maybe Sehun wasn’t as bad as you first thought.

“This place is huge!” you murmured, running your hand along the soft blanket thrown over the back of one of the sofas.

Mel appeared behind the breakfast bar, triumphantly holding two wine glasses in her hands. “Isn’t it amazing?” she exclaimed, her dark eyes bright with excitement. “And you should see the size of my bedroom. You could probably fit my last apartment in it!”

Laughing lightly at her dramatics, you leaned across the breakfast bar with the bottle of bubbles. “Well pour me a glass and give me the tour!”

Like a pro, Mel popped the cork of the champagne and poured out two glasses, handing one to you across the breakfast bar before holding hers up in the air for a toast. “To fresh starts!” she exclaimed, beaming from ear to ear with the widest smile.

“To new beginnings!” you added, clinking your glass with hers.

While Mel walked you through the rest of the apartment, you quietly sipped your champagne and took in the huge spaces. Off from the living room was a long corridor that Sehun had earlier disappeared down, which led to the laundry room and the bathroom with a jacuzzi-sized bathtub. Immediately you and Mel climbed in and tested it out, stretching out fully and imagining the massage jets blasting water at you until you were completely relaxed. However it was the only bathroom in the apartment so Mel and Sehun would be sharing, something Mel had already worked up a hundred scenarios about.

“Towels only magically fall down in the movies,” you argued, taking a long sip of your champagne as Mel took you to the end of the corridor.

“It could happen!” she exclaimed, giving you a cheeky wink. “Oh yeah, so this is my bedroom and the door behind you leads to Sehun’s.”

You looked over your shoulder and scowled at the door, before turning back to Mel. “I guess we should start the unpacking,” you announced, letting her lead the way into her new bedroom. The room, like the rest of the apartment was huge, with the only piece of furniture being the queen size bed in the middle of the room. Everything else was bare, the white walls featuring no artwork or decor.

As soon as you stepped inside, you almost tripped over a stack of boxes labelled bedroom. “Bloody hell Mel!” you exclaimed, taking the whole room in. There were boxes everywhere, covering practically every inch of the floor. “How do you have so much stuff?”

“Why are you acting so shocked?” Mel countered, dancing her way through the stacks of boxes all the while filling her glass up with champagne. “You know I’m a sentimental hoarder!”

You sighed heavily, your shoulders tensing up as you took in the enormity of the task. “I think we need to talk about getting you some professional help,” you teased, moving to the first box and opening it up.

One hour - and an empty bottle of champagne - later, you could see a bit more of the floor, now that half of Mel’s clothes were hanging up all organised in her built-in wardrobe. However the champagne had gone straight through you, making you jump to your feet. “I need the toilet,” you announced, hurrying out of Mel’s bedroom and up the corridor to the bathroom.

As you reached for the handle, the door peeled back, filling you with sour dread as it revealed the handsome smirk of Oh Sehun. Once again, his chocolate stare rolled up and down your body, leaving you feeling exposed. “Ah you’re still here!” he drawled, wrapping the towel he was using to dry his damp hair across his shoulders. Thankfully he was still clothed.

“It would appear so,” you replied unenthusiastically, rolling your eyes. You tried to move past him but he leaned his long body against the doorframe, blocking your way.

He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and cocked his head to the side, looking at you like you were some sort of puzzle to solve. “You know, I think Chanyeol was wrong about you,” he continued, releasing his lip and running a small tongue across it.

Seriously what was this guy’s problem? “I’ll try to not lose sleep over it,” you replied, trying to sound completely uninterested, when inside your blood was boiling. “Could you move please?” you added, nodding your head for the bathroom.

Eventually he moved, only after giving you another long look as he sauntered past you. No doubt he was probably still looking, arrogantly trying to get the full view of you.

Huffing angrily, you stalked into the bathroom and slammed the door behind you, placing both hands on the edge of the basin while you stared at yourself in the mirror. You didn’t consider yourself as drop dead gorgeous but you weren’t ugly either. In fact you didn’t think your looks were anything to comment on.

But there was something about the arrogant Oh Sehun that got right under your skin and made your whole body go crazy. “Ugh I hate him!” you decided, turning away from the mirror and banishing the unsavoury thoughts of your best friend’s roommate from your mind.

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justpeachyshua · 6 years ago

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pairing: joshua x female reader characters: joshua hong, kwon soonyoung rating/warnings: teen+ for language; no warnings au: convenience store workers, college/university word count: 4,549 summary: “Working at a convenience store is about as easy a job as you can get. People come in and out, stopping on their way to bigger and better things, getting gas or food. Never did I think that working at a job like this could be remotely fun. Not until I began working alongside a guy so gentle, thoughtful, and oh so gorgeous. The only thing is, I don’t know his name.”

note: hey guys!! this is my first one shot and svt fic in general, so i hope you enjoy it! i am fairly new to the fic community on tumblr, though i’ve had my ao3 account for a while and i’ve been working on a the boyz chat fic on there. i decided that i wanted to try to open up a tumblr dedicated to one shots and shorter fics and other things about my faves, so here it is! just about everything i post here will be on my ao3, but i might include some bonuses or extras here. anyways, on to the fic!

Locking my phone and tossing it onto my bed, I let out a groan at the realization that this night would truly be one of the most boring nights of my life.

“I need you and the new guy to watch the store tonight. I’ve gotta take my son to the orthodontist at 5 and I don’t think I’ll be back in time to close the store. It’ll just be a few hours so I hope you guys don’t burn the place down.”

While in the middle of an intense Mario Kart race with my roommate, Soonyoung, I received that text from my boss and almost immediately wanted to fling my body into the sun. After quickly collecting myself and sending a polite yet casual response saying that of course I’d look after the store and of course I’d try to stay out of the break room and of course I’d be sure to card anyone looking to buy liquor and just about every precaution I could imagine, I settled back into my spot on the floor.

“Work?” My roommate muttered, eyes unmoving from the TV.

“Yeah,” I sighed. “He wants me to come in tonight because his son has an appointment. I guess we have to cancel movie night.”

“This is the third night you’ve cancelled though!” He set the controller down after finishing in 8th place. “Can he get off your ass? I swear you’re always out working.”

“Well, I mean, if it wasn’t clear from the fact that our fridge contains only juice boxes, milk, leftover pizza, and half a container of butter, we need money.”

He chuckled, turning the Wii and TV off. “Fine, fine, go. But bring me back some ice cream, kay?”

“I’m not gonna steal from the store just so you can have some mint chocolate chip ice cream.” I checked my phone and saw that it was already 4:30, then grabbed my coat and headed for the door. “Nice try, though.”

Soonyoung called out to me, stopping me before I left. “Wait! You gotta promise me you’ll actually talk to that guy today, okay? It’s been weeks.”

I rolled my eyes. “Sure, sure. I’ll try. Just go back to playing Mario Kart and let me go to work.”

As I made my usual trek to the bus stop headed for the store, I thought about Soonyoung’s words. There was, indeed, a new guy at the store and a fairly cute one at that. He had joined as the only other employee just a few weeks ago and was still a bit inexperienced and shy. He never spoke much in the store other than simple greetings and questions like “Have you stocked the chips yet?” and “Do you have the key to the cigarette case?” Still, he was definitely a nice guy. Whenever he could, he did a little extra cleaning and always made sure that his area of the store was completely organized before clocking out.

Even though we’d been coworkers for a while, we still hadn’t properly introduced ourselves to each other, partially because the store was so hectic the day he joined, what with our boss’s wife going into labor with their second kid that day and leaving the store in our hands for the first time. Since then, there just hadn’t been a good enough moment to ask without it being awkward. I liked to speculate what his name could be, especially when I brought the subject up with Soonyoung. While I thought he looked more like a Tae, Soonyoung stood by his belief that he was a Jae, especially after getting to see him in person while visiting me at work.

“Even if he isn’t a Jae, I’m telling you he’s a J guy,” Soonyoung stated with confidence and a mouthful of cookie when we got home that day. “I can feel it in my bones. Like a sixth sense or something.”

“I think that’s a sugar high, Soonyoung.”

Whether or not Soonyoung’s “sixth sense” was anything to go off of or not, I did feel the urge to finally start talking to this kid. Surely Soonyoung was tired of hearing me talk about how this guy was “pretty cute” and nothing much else so, if not for my sake then for his, I decided I would learn more about this kid. It definitely had nothing to do with the fact that I had to prove to Soonyoung that I was right about his name and it most definitely had nothing to do with the fact that any moment in the store not spent lazily milling around was spent staring and daydreaming about him. Absolutely not.

The bus ride to the store took only about 25 minutes, so I entered with a couple of minutes to spare which I used to scan for the best spots I could stock while avoiding the most customers later on. Mr. Han, the boss of the store, interrupted my search, telling me to put my vest on so he could go. I heeded his words and headed to the back of the shop where we kept employee goods like an old TV and DVD player and a couple snacks. The new guy was already there, sliding his own vest on and staring down at his phone. Without a word, I grabbed my vest and quickly went back out with the new guy trailing behind me.

“Alright kids, you pretty much already know how to run the store. I won’t be back for the rest of the night, but be sure to lock up before 10:00. I don’t want to keep you guys here for too long on a Saturday night and there shouldn’t be too many customers anyways.”

We nodded along.

“Well, I’m off. Good luck and make wise choices!” He waved goodbye as he let the glass door shut behind him, the sound of the chimes above trailing off as well. Almost immediately, we went to our usual posts - me by the register and him milling about the aisles. We were completely silent for the most part. We stayed to ourselves, like usual, letting customers flow in and out every few minutes and attending to them as necessary. The store wasn’t particularly busy, though we were kept working long enough that we still hadn’t found the time to say a single word to each other by the time the clock struck 6:10, about an hour later.

I swiped the credit card of the last customer in line and handed him his bag of snacks. As he walked away, I was worried that another customer might enter and delay mine and the new guy’s introductions - maybe even causing me to lose the opportunity altogether - but no one came in. The store was quiet for a minute or two then. Awkwardly quiet.

With nothing to do, I realized I had my chance to talk. “So… what’s up?” I clumsily sat on the wooden stool behind me. Smooth...

I watched as the new guy paced around, poking at the shelves of ramen and mac and cheese. His long sleeve shirt wasn’t quite his size, so his sleeves came up to his palms as he extended his hands to the various boxes thoughtlessly. It was honestly pretty charming. “Not much. Missing out on a couple boring documentaries at home, but otherwise not a whole lot.” He picked a box up, shifting it around. “You?”

“Well, I could be with my roommate watching shitty horror movies and playing video games, but instead I’m here watching the store with some guy.”

With a box of Kraft in hand, he clutched his chest. “Just some guy? I’ll have you know I have a name.”

I smiled at his attempt at humor so early into the conversation. “I’m sure you do. But do you even know mine?” He looked down at the Kraft box as though it would give him the answer. “Ah, so you don’t.”

“I mean, neither of us has really asked,” he pointed out.

“Fair. Well, guy, I’m Y/N.” I stuck my hand out across the counter, which he strided over to in order to complete the handshake.

“Well, Y/N, I’m--”

“Mommy, can I get the Oreos?!” We both turned our heads towards the door which had just begun to chime at the entrance of new customers - those customers being a couple and their daughter. The mom looked stressed, the daughter hyperactive, and the dad fairly indifferent.

The mom grabbed the daughter’s arm, leading her away from the snacks aisle. “No, sweetie, we’re only going to be here for a short time, okay?” The little girl huffed and continued to tug at her mom’s arm.

The dad approached me and calmly asked where the bathroom was. I pointed him past the ice cream refrigerator and he briskly walked away. I made eye contact with the new guy once he left and shrugged my shoulders before walking around the counter to “inspect” some of the bottles of nonprescription medicine. Soon enough, the little girl was making another fuss, this time stamping her feet on the ground as she begged her mom for the Oreos. Among the loud shouts from the girl and the sound of little boots hitting the floor, the mom was clearly trying to quiet her down. This quickly proved to be unsuccessful when the loud thud of a large box falling resounded throughout the store, immediately followed by the sound of small items scattering across the floor. I rushed over to the aisle the two were walking through and noticed the jumbo box of cereal spilling out and the mother holding her daughter up off the floor.

“I am so so sorry! I was trying to take her away from this aisle and she pulled the box down. Oh my gosh, I am so sorry, I’ll clean it up.” The mother began to profusely apologize, her daughter sitting in her arms looking passive.

“It’s alright, don’t worry about it.” I politely smiled, already reaching for the broom and dustpan in the corner of the store and beginning to sweep up the colorful pieces of cereal. “It was cheap anyways,” I reassured her.

She ran her free hand through her hair in frustration and took out her wallet. “I’ll pay for it up front, I promise. I feel so bad for making you sweep this up.” She rushed to the front counter and the new guy quickly met her there, ringing up the price of the cereal and accepting her payment. As I finished sweeping up and hid the cereal box where I could find it later and reminded myself to check the seals on the other boxes, I watched him carefully count out change for the mom. His hands lingered over the tray in the register and delicately picked out the appropriate coins before he handed them to her, letting them fall from his fingers.

He walked around the counter and plucked a lollipop from a display we had set up, bending down and handing it to the little girl. She immediately quieted and a grin spread across her face. “I know it’s not Oreos, but, in my opinion, they’re just as good,” he smiled. He looked up at the mom standing beside her. “Ah, don’t worry. These things have basically no added sugar in them, they’re as clean as you can get them.”

The mom gave a tired smile. “Thank you so, so much. Again, I’m sorry for causing you two any trouble.”

“It’s no problem at all!” He beamed. He looked down at the little girl again. “Now, make sure you thank your mom for letting you keep the lollipop, okay?”

The little girl nodded enthusiastically in response and her father finally returned from the restroom and thanked us. As they left the store, the girl turned back and waved. “Bye bye, pretty man!”

I scoffed as I tried to hold in my laughter and I could see the new guy’s eyes widen in shock, caught off guard by the innocent compliment. I walked back over to the counter and perched myself onto the stool again. “I hope you know those things are packed full of sugar and preservatives.”

He sighed while he watched the chimes above the door slow to a halt. “I know. I just told her that so she wouldn’t get too upset over the lollipop. It’s pretty clear that girl wasn’t going to stop without getting some kind of candy.” He rused.

My eyes traveled over to the chimes as well. When they finally fell back into place, I looked back at him. “I see you’re good with kids.”

“I guess I am. I mean, back home I used to babysit the neighborhood kids a lot so I guess I just got used to being around children.”

“And where’s back home?” I inquired, leaning my elbows on my knees.

“Los Angeles. Cali boy in the flesh,” he gestured over himself.

“L.A., huh? That’s kinda fancy.” I looked him up and down. “I mean, now that I really take a look at you, I can totally see it.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I mean the carefully-messy hair, the ripped jeans, the sun-tanned skin, just the way you talk - it’s sooo ‘Cali.’” I put air quotes around the word, mocking his use of it.

He stood up straight, making himself just taller than me when sitting on the stool. “You know, I bet you’ve never even been to California.”

I sat in thought for a second before hopping off the stool. “Hmm, you’re right. I haven’t. But that doesn’t mean I don’t know how L.A. boys act. I’ve done plenty of research.” I wandered the store again, eyes traveling over various sweets.

“Research?”

“You know, movies, shows, dumb YouTubers with cult followings, good sources,” I joked.

He chortled. “Oh, please. I promise I’m not like that.”

“Mmhmm, we’ll see. Next time I see you, you’ll have dropped a diss track on Soundcloud and I’ll have to pretend like I don’t know you, right?” I called back at him as I pulled a bag of cookies off the shelf for myself.

“Yup, and it’ll be entirely about you. I’ll be dropping hot bars on how the girl at the convenience store’s been taking shots at me,” he played along.

“See, the sad part is I can totally see you doing that.” I walked back towards him, opening the bag and pulling a chocolate chip cookie out. “Want one?”

He nodded, taking the cookie out of my hand and making me realize just how cold my hands were in comparison to his which were incredibly warm. I don’t know what I was expecting, but the warmth of his hands seemed right considering how warm he looked. A warm sweater, warm brown eyes, warm laughter, warm smile on warm pink lips. His lips, when I looked at them closely, were really endearing, curling up at the corners like a kitten’s. Seconds passed and I realized I had been staring for far longer than acceptable.

Looking away, I stuttered, “So, uh, what do you do? Besides work here, I mean.”

“Well, I go to university, study, and attend parties I shouldn’t really go to.”

“You local?”

“Actually, I go to Korea University.”

“Are you a genius? How the hell did you manage to get into KU?” I gaped.

He shrugged. “Just worked hard to get where I wanted, I guess.”

“Are you in any clubs or anything?”

“Hmm, not really, but I play music with friends every now and then. Nothing serious, just casual gigs at house parties.”

“What do you play?”

He hesitated quickly before settling on his answer. “Just guitar.”

I quirked an eyebrow. “Just guitar? I doubt that.”

“I sing too, sometimes.” I began to speak when he interjected, “I’m not gonna sing now, though. Not happening.”

I snickered. “I wasn’t going to ask that, actually. I was gonna ask if you’d take me to one of those house parties. For the experience, you know.”

He looked taken aback by my question and took a moment to think before responding, “I’ll consider. I don’t even have a way to reach you, though.”

“Is this you asking for my number?” I joked.

“Is this you suggesting that you’d give it to me?”

I looked up at him, seeing his eyes move around the room in what seemed to be nervousness. They landed on me for a moment and I swore I saw a hint of uncertainty in his look.

“Are you flirting with me right now?” I stepped closer to him.

“I-”

The light sound of the storefront chimes sounded again. My eyes cast down and I took a step back. I could vaguely hear him mumble a frustrated “Again?” under his breath before he stepped out from behind the counter, changing face to become the polite store employee he normally was. I turned to see who was entering the store and saw a group of about seven teenagers flooding in through the door. I sighed and took my spot behind the register, disappointed at the lost moment.

The kids wandered about the store in their little group and chattered to themselves. After a couple seconds, I pulled my phone out and began scrolling through Twitter to pass the time. Soon enough, someone was standing in front of me and I looked up to see one of the kids, a girl with clearly bleached hair.

“How can I help you?”

“Can I get a pack of Marlboro Silvers?” She asked, looking me in the eyes.

I furrowed my brow. She was clearly a high schooler, probably not older than a junior. “I’ll need to see some ID.” She swiftly pulled a card out from her pocket and handed it to me. Upon close inspection, I saw a small corner of the card peeling up. I ran my finger over it and put two and two together: it was a fake ID, and a poorly made one at that. I quirked an eyebrow and slid the card over to her. “I can’t get that for you.”

“I think you should take a better look at it.”

“You should get a more convincing ID before you suggest that.”

She huffed and angrily took the card back. I rolled my eyes as she walked back to the group, shaking her head. Mr. Han had advised us to ID everyone but I didn’t think anyone would actually try to buy cigs illegally. It just seemed dumb, walking up to a store clerk as if you aren’t obviously an acne-sprouting teenager and trying to convince them that you’re a legal adult. But then again, people do dumb things to get what they want all the time.

I looked around the store. In the corner, the kids were looking through various refrigerators, picking out sodas and ice creams. Just a few feet away, the new guy stood, wiping down some of the refrigerator doors that didn’t need wiping down. I could tell he was just giving himself something to do while those kids were around, not wanting to particularly interact with them. I almost wanted to laugh at how obviously he was wasting time, doing such a useless task. To be fair, I did it all the time, but I noticed he was especially distracted as he looked back at me every now and then.

In the midst of watching him move the towel over the same spot for the tenth time, he whipped his head and shouted. “Hey, what are you doing?!” I jumped, thinking he was talking to me, before I realized he was looking directly at the group of kids. From where I was standing, I could see one of them was carefully putting something into her backpack and I realized it was a large bottle of, presumably, alcohol. As soon as they heard the new guy’s exclamation, they bolted for the door and, by the time I could even process what was happening, he was already chasing them out of the store. I rushed out to see where they had gone, but all I saw was the guy, about five yards away, hunched over and out of breath. Scanning the area, I concluded that the kids were already long gone.

“You okay?” I called out to him.

He turned around, continuing to huff. He seemed like he was going to have an asthma attack at any second, so I jogged over to him and placed my hand on his shoulder. Upon contact, he stood back up and nodded. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.”

“They ran,” I said awkwardly.

“I know.” He shook his head. “If I was just a little faster, maybe I could’ve stopped them.”

“I mean, at least they’re gone now,” I offered. I motioned for him to follow me back into the store. “I’ll pay for the drink, it’s no big deal. How much was it?”

“Fifteen, I think. I don’t know, I’m just disappointed that I let them go like that.”

“It’s not your fault,” I insisted, dropping a ten and a five in the register. “They’re just a bunch of hoodlums.”

He chuckled. “Hoodlums. Haven’t heard that one used since the 20s.”

“It’s just what they are, man. Kids these days have no respect!” I exclaimed, pointing a finger in the air.

Laughing, he said, “We’re only, like, a couple of years older than them.”

I lowered my finger. “Still, I don’t associate with them.” He only continued to laugh and soon I was smiling and giggling too. His amusement was just so infectious and I couldn’t hold back. At some point in his laughing fit he let out a loud snort and I knew at that moment that I was way too enamored with him.

After calming down and catching my breath I picked my phone up once again, unlocking to check for any notifications. My eyes lit up as soon as they landed on the first notification, reading:

“Hey! We just got out of the appointment. Sorry it took so long, he ended up getting his braces put on today. You guys should probably go ahead and lock the store up now that it’s getting late. Hope you guys held the fort down well. See you Monday.”

I looked up at the time displayed at the top of my screen, seeing that it was already 9:46.

“What?” The guy asked, noticing my eyes glued to my phone. “What’s up?”

“Mr. Han said we can lock up and head home now,” I explained, shoving my phone into my back pocket and making a beeline for the break room and shrugging my vest off. “God, I am so ready to get back to wasting time at home.”

He, too, came to the back of the store with me, taking his uniform off and gathering his belongings. “What, did you not like hanging out with me for the last four and a half hours?”

I smiled to myself as I grabbed my bag. “No, quite the opposite actually.” I turned back to face him. “I had a pretty good time.”

“I had a good time, too.” He paused for a few seconds, remaining looking at me. He cleared his throat. “Let’s head to the bus stop.”

“You ride the bus, too? I always see you walking the opposite direction.”

“I thought I’d speed up the ride home,” he excused. I squinted, not totally convinced, but let it slide anyways.

We walked side by side in silence until we reached the bus stop, only a few blocks away. We stood there for a while, a foot apart, comfortable. I looked up at him and saw him staring into space, lost in thought. I tapped his shoulder. He looked at me with wide, curious eyes. “Hmm?”

“Earlier, before those kids came in, I asked if you were flirting with me. What was your answer going to be?”

“Ah, that.” He looked away sheepishly. “What would you do if I was?”

I paused to consider my response. “I think I would like it.” He turned back to me, shocked. “And I would probably flirt back and ask if you wanna hang out someplace other than a dingy convenience store.”

He nodded, looking away again. “Nice, nice. Well now I know for future reference.” I smiled at his awkwardness. “I’ll be sure to let you know if I’m ever flirting with you. So you know, of course.”

The bus pulled up a few moments later, signalling the end of this long night. I began to walk towards the bus, but he, for the first time in the past four and a half hours, wasn’t trailing behind me. “You coming?”

“Oh. Uh, I don’t actually ride the bus home. I only live a couple of minutes away, but maybe I wanted to walk you to the stop and talk for a couple of minutes more. Potentially. Hypothetically.”

“Then thanks. Hypothetically.” My grin stayed glued to my face as he ran through his explanation. I knew the bus would be leaving in only a few seconds more, so I had to turn and step on, but I didn’t want to leave this guy at all. Reluctantly, I started to take the first few steps on board. I turned back at the last second. “Wait, you never got to tell me your name.”

“It’s Joshua! Josh, for short, whatever works for you.” That kitten-like curl of his lip happened again and I wanted to melt. Joshua, of course. I don’t know how I could’ve expected his name to be anything else. It was sweet, gentle, and charming. It fit him perfectly.

“Well, Josh, I’ll see you Monday.” I waved while the bus door closed behind me and I made my way to an empty seat, sure that he was waving back at me. I thought about his earlier words - his semi-confession - and I could tell my face was heating up. It was almost childlike, the way I was getting so flustered. I sent a quick text to Soonyoung a few minutes before my arrival at the stop.

“Hey Soonyoung, I’m almost home. Go ahead and start making some ramen so we can pick a movie as soon as I’m in”

He responded within seconds.

“Lol you got it.”

I hesitated before sending another message.

“Oh and Soon? I learned his name today”

“It's Joshua”

The next couple of messages were sent in quick succession, each one in all caps and containing a variety of keyboard smashes, including one very long “I TOLD YOU SOOOOLKHJLKGDJHLK.” I chuckled to myself and shut my phone off, putting it away in my bag. The rest of the ride was short and sweet as I reminisced on the events that had unfolded. The spilled cereal, the little girl, the lollipop, the cigarettes, the alcohol, the flirting, the laughter - it all felt like a dream. The night was so simultaneously long and quick and all the best parts consisted of interactions with him - Josh. It felt odd knowing his name finally, but I never wanted that name to leave my mind. I wanted to remember it for as long as I could.

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ofatheva-archive · 7 years ago

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cora bb: 💓 💕 😕 🌹 ⁉ 💌 💗 💥 🌙 💒

💓 When did they have their first crush?

cora gets a crush like that. the girl that asked for a pen in the library? she planned their wedding. the guy that held the door open for her when she was struggling with a box of thousand costumes? they would have four beautiful children thank you very much. but her first crush had been in year six. baylee. she’d sat next to him during science and she beat her best friend holly to asking him to their year six ‘prom’. they danced awkwardly to rihanna’s take a bow after being forced together for a single dance. arms apart of course. and then they were both painfully peer pressured into a kiss on the cheek. that was the extent of it. come secondary school they were just friends, but cora would stay obsessed for another year.

💕 How easily do they fall in love?

like the drop of a hat. she’s got a big heart and a lot of love to give. if you let her in she’ll give you her all. there’s no half a heart with cora, so look after it. it’s taken quite a battering over the years but it’s still whole. and maybe she gets a little too over excited, tries to move too fast, but that’s her way of showing she cares and there’s no such thing as caring too much.

😕 Have they ever said ‘I love you’ without meaning it?

she’d like to say no. never. but the truth is, everytime she falls in love it’s more infatuation. she wants so very much to be loved herself that she’s quick to tell them she loves them hoping they return it. really, shes only ever meant it once. and then her heart got shipped back to her, first class delivery, in pieces.

🌹 What is their idea of a perfect date?

already answered !!

⁉ Have they ever questioned their sexuality?

of for sure! cora never really accepted that she was bisexual until she started college and suddenly everything clicked into place. in secondary school she always had a fascination for girls but she thought that was the same for everyone. girls were beautiful, all of them, and all so different. surely her friends appreciated and admired them like she did too? and everybody fancied olivia wilde in the oc right? it took her a while to really settle into herself, but it was at riverbank all became clear. and that it was fine. she mostly keeps it to herself though, nervous about a bad reaction. but she’s happy enough within herself now, at peace with it.

💌 When was their first serious relationship?

the first relationship where she really thought they might go the distance was cam. she’d been in plenty of relationships over the years of course. my god the girl was a whirlwind of broken hearts and first dates. she fell in and out of love so fast, she could make it an extreme sport. but cam had been it, he’d been real. at least to her, she has her doubts about it now, looking back. could it have been as real as she had painted it out to be if it finished just like that? did it even count if he hadn’t loved her back?

💗 What advice would they give a potential partner about making their relationship last if they could with no judgement?

cora just needs someone who can give their all. she just wants them to love her back, is that so much to ask? she hates feeling like she’s putting her all in and not getting the same back. humiliating almost. she knows she’s a lot, that she can be loud and hyperactive, overly dramatic or far too sensitive, but that just meant there was more of her to love right? as long as you can be there for her, give her the support she needs and make her feel validated then she will give you her heart willingly.

💥 What was their worst relationship?

she’d say cam. but their relationship had been the furthest thing from worst, even if it had imploded in the end. no, she’d had worse. in secondary school, she’d attended an all girls school ( sidenote: how this girl didn’t realise she was bisexual then was anyones guess smh ) and the only chance they got to meet boys at all was school discos when the two schools joined together or for sports day. it was at a school disco in year eleven where she met liam. he was everything she’d ever dreamed of, a real prince charming, and all the girls were jealous of her when he asked her to dance. it was only as the relationship evolved that things took a turn for the worse. they dated for three years, all the way through their last year of school and into sixth form, and it took a while for his true colours to come out. he would ignore cora when he was with his friends, but then demand her attention when he was with hers. at parties he’d flirt blatantly with every girl there, yet when she wandered off to find someone else to talk to while he chatted up her mate, he would kick off whenever she innocently talked to a boy. he became obsessive and controlling and never showed her care or love unless he wanted something. it was only when they all left sixth form that she plucked up the courage to call it quits.

🌙 Have they ever had a one night stand?

don’t let the doe eyes and the i’m a hopeless romantic fool you. single cora is a manic party mess. she needs attention and whatever love she can scrape together to thrive, even if that does come in the form of cheap vodka and a twin sized romp while their roommates passed out. and she tries to tell herself everytime ( because it’s often that she comes home now with some lost soul she’s found at a party ) not to get attached, that it’s just sex and she’s a mature woman who can handle that. but everytime she wakes up and she can’t help but feel a little disappointed they didn’t stay. that there’s no breakfast or cup of tea, or early morning chat. still, she dusts herself off quickly. nobody can say she doesn’t rebound quick.

💒 What kind of wedding would they want to have?

she wants the traditional church part, where her dad gives her away and her sisters are her bridesmaid, mari is the maid of honour of course. but she wants it to be relaxed too. she’d been there for both her sisters weddings and they had been so stressed they hadn’t enjoyed a single moment of what was supposed to be their day. she wants a reception outside, in summer, maybe in london. with lot’s of candles and fairylights, très midsummer nights dream. she’ll do the big gown for the ceremony, but for the rest of the evening she wants a soft boho dress that she can dance and move in. she wants everyone to have fun. the dj has to play plenty of throwback songs, and people can request whatever they want. she wants disposable cameras on every table so her guests can record their own memories of her wedding that she wouldn’t otherwise see. dinner won’t be a chicken or fish dish, she wants burgers and pizzas. maybe even a bbq. she wants to smash cake into her husbands face, and have her first dance with a crown of flowers on her head. and she wants games and a dessert bar, a chocolate fountain, pic’n’mix stand, and drinks named after the bride and groom. most of all, she just wants it to be a day that will bring together her family and friends, and everyone can get along and just celebrate love.

#( ! * headcanons | cordelia. )#ramble SO much with cora #does this even make sense IDK!!#ofantimony

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icyhobi · 7 years ago

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Take It Like A Puppy (M)

Summary: You and Hoseok have been best friends since you were young. Your friendship with him, was struck as odd since you were a cat hybrid, while he was a dog hybrid. But that didn’t matter, that is until you both start attending university. What happens when one of you unexpectedly goes into heat?

Pairing: Jhope x Reader

Genre: Smut (M), hybrid!au, Cat hybrid reader, Dog hybrid Jhope

Word Count : 5.5k

A/N: This story contains graphic descriptions of sex, cum play, bondage, oral, etc. Heavy dom/sub undertones. Lmao this is just a sinful read. I’m a sucker for hybrid aus, so i had to make one ;) Anywho, this is a mature read! You have been warned!

You’ve known Hoseok since you were nine years old. At the time, you were just a quiet little kitten, who didn’t have many friends. Hoseok, was an annoying hyperactive puppy, who everybody adored in your class. He didn’t really bother you that much, until you became desk partners. That’s when he thought it was okay to pop your ‘personal space bubble’ and sniff you, every second he got.

“Why do you keep trying to smell me!” the nine-year-old you shouted. This was the third time you caught him in the act, ever since you became seat mates a week ago.

“I’m part canine! That’s what we always do!” Hoseok explained, with a smile on his face. He didn’t really know you that much, only that you were always super quiet. But he wanted to change that, he wanted a feline as a friend for once.

“Well can you stop? Its kinda weird,” you replied uncomfortably.

Including you, there were only two other cat hybrids in your class, the rest were a split between bunny, dog, and fox hybrids. Thus, you were extremely uncomfortable with this puppy trying to get up all in your space. Besides, you were quite afraid of dog hybrids since they could become aggressive easily.

“No, you’re weird,” the puppy joked.

You finally turn to glare at him, then let a hiss seethe through your teeth.

This causes the puppy to whimper in defense, not meaning to offend you. “I didn’t mean it in a bad way!”

“Then why else would you say it?” you snapped back at him, even though you felt a small tug of guilt when he whimpered.

“Because I wanted to be friends with you… so I tried to make you laugh” he pouted.

Your eyes widen at his response. He really wanted to be friends with you? No one really wanted to even get to know you.

“Why would you wanna be friends with me?” you asked softly.

Hoseok instantly smiles and says “Because you don’t really talk to anyone that much. And you look really nice, so I wanna be friends.”

“You do?”

“Yea!”

You couldn’t help but let out a smile, happy that you made a new friend.

“Okay, lets be friends then.”

Ever since then, you two had become best friends. Hoseok stuck close to you at all times, always talking about the littlest of things, while you would listen silently with a smile. He was the one who would do most of the talking, but you didn’t mind. There were a couple of instances however, where you two would fight over your species.

Cat and Dog hybrids tended to not get along very well, but you guys worked. Your friendship struck many others as odd, but you both didn’t care what they thought. And that’s why you two decided to become roommates, at the University’s hybrid residence.

You didn’t change much in personality since you were little however, you did open up a bit more to strangers. Hoseok on the other hand, was still loud and annoying, but also started to become more of a flirter, along with his group of friends. You had heard rumors from people on campus about how good he was in bed, to which you would mentally cringe at. You’ve been best friends since you were so young, and hearing that kind of stuff, always wanted to make you gag.

To be fair though, you weren’t immune to his good looks. No matter how hard you would try to ignore that fact, it was inevitable. Even last week when he came out of the shower, you were practically blushing when you realized he had no shirt on. His toned and lean muscles made your cheeks burn, to which Hoseok acted oblivious too. The nerve that man had.

Today however, you were completely alone at your apartment. It was Friday night, and Hoseok decided to have a ‘bro’ night with a couple of his good friends. You actually knew both of the guys he was hanging out with. They were in that very class you became friends with Hoseok all those years ago, and now attended the same university as you. One of them was named Kim Taehyung, who was a dog hybrid, just like Hoseok. The other was a bunny hybrid named Jeon Jungkook, who honestly acted more like a dog, rather than a bunny. That’s probably why he got along with both Taehyung and Hoseok well.

You didn’t mind that he left you alone, since you were rather independent. But you couldn’t help but feel a bit bored in your shared apartment. You couldn’t even watch some tv to kill time, since Hoseok broke it by accident while cleaning. Somehow, he made your flat-screen tip over and fall on its face. It didn’t bother you too much, since he promised to buy a new one.

Still, it was just so damn quiet…

But then you remembered; you could just watch a movie on Hoseok’s laptop. He already had many movies downloaded on it, so you could just pick through his selection. He gave you the password to access his laptop prior, since he felt bad about breaking the tv, so it couldn’t hurt.

You head over to his room, and spot the laptop at his study desk. You bring it out with you in the living room, then plop down on the couch to get comfortable. You open it and quickly type in the password, only to be greeted by a sight that almost made you drop it.

On the screen was a woman, who you supposed was a bunny hybrid. She was completely naked, with her huge breasts bouncing around everywhere as she rode a carrot like dildo.

What the fuck?!? you mentally screamed. Since when was Hoseok into bunny porn?

But as the video continued playing, you almost wanted to piss your pants when she literally grabbed a carrot, and started to eat it while over exaggerating her moans.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe he gets off to this,” you laughed, smiling to yourself.

Yea, you’d definitely question him about this when you saw him again.

“So how’s your kitten?” Jungkook teased, while the three of them were walking out of the bar.

“Are you talking about Y/N?” Taehyung curiously asked.

“Fuck yea, who else?” the bunny smirked.

“You guys…” Hoseok sighed while scratching his soft floppy ears. “Why do you always think I’m fucking Y/N?”

All four of you were in the same classes since elementary school. However, you weren’t that close with them, besides Hoseok. So they always saw you with him, and assumed you two had a thing going on since you were kids.

“Uhh maybe because you’ve been friends since forever, and you guys are also roommates,” Jungkook said cheekily.

“Not that we’re judging you, cause damn, I’d let her ride me any day. And that’s a lot coming from me, cause I can’t stand cats.” Taehyung said while closing his eyes in imagination.

“Ditto on that, except I’ll have her lay on the bed and pound into her non-stop,” Jungkook snickers.

“What the fuck guys, I still can’t believe I’m friends with you,” Hoseok says, while he shook his head laughing. He then continued, “Y/N is practically like a sister to me.” But even as he said that, it was obvious he was lying.

“Oh please, stop with the bullshit Hobi. We know if you got the chance, you’d totally fuck her.”

“Yea imagine if she was on her heat, just begging you.” the bunny added. “When is your heat anyway?”

Hoseok exhaled a deep breath before he said, “It’s coming up real soon.”

“Are you gonna take your pill suppressants?” Taehyung questioned, with his blonde ears flopping in curiosity.

There was a small smirk playing on his face, before he suggestively replied;

“Nope.”

“Hey Hobi,” you greeted him softly, as he had just returned home to your apartment.

Hoseok’s ears instantly shot up in happiness to your voice. He hastily took of his sneakers before running towards you, from your spot on the couch.

Oh great, better grace for impact… you sighed in your head, just before he tackled you. Your back was now flat against the couch, as he was on his knees, having his upper torso embrace you in a hug. He has no shame as he snuggles his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent.

The feeling tickles you, so you start trying to stifle your laughter. “Hobi get off! It tickles!”

Instead of listening to you, he just rubs his face against your neck harder. “But you always smell so good!”

“You’re invading my personal space,” you said, trying to sound annoyed.

“Yea well, I’m part dog so I think I have an excuse.”

You grunt in irritation, but let him have his way of cuddling you. Dog hybrids were always so touchy-feely as it was in their DNA, so you just let him be. However, you still wanted to tease him a little because of that video on his laptop you saw.

“Hobi…” you purred.

He could feel his throat stricken up, from the seductive tone you were using. He still has his face nudged in your neck when he stammers, “Yeah?”

“So…” you say, while lightly scratching the dark furry ears that were atop of his head. “Since when did you have a thing for bunnies?”

“What do you mean?” he says while furrowing his eyebrows.

“Well, I kinda saw this cute bunny girl on your laptop. And she was having the time of her life riding a big juicy carrot.” you teased, trying your best not to laugh.

Hoseok’s face instantly heats up, as he continues to hide his face from you. “Jungkook sent that to me!” he spoke with an embarrassed voice.

“Aww, you don’t have to be shy about it. I won’t judge.”

He stays silent, so you pester him further, “I mean, I don’t blame you. Jungkook’s also a bunny hybrid, and he’s pretty hot.”

His hold on you tightens, as you said that. You thought Jungkook was attractive? What about him? He was good looking to! Why didn’t you say anything like that about him?

“What do you mean by that?” he said with a low voice.

There’s a faint smirk on your face, because you knew you managed to get under his skin. “I don’t know, maybe that I’d let him rut against me…” you taunted.

What the hell is she talking about?!? Why would she let him, when I’m around!?

Hoseok was having an internal battle with his head with your lewd words. What had gotten into you? But before he could even stop himself, he blurted out, “Would you let me?”

What!?!? Did he just ask if I’d let him fuck me? Where the hell did that come from?!

You just wanted to tease Hoseok a little, but you never intended it to turn out this way. You started to feel yourself blush at his question, and couldn’t stand being in this position any longer.

“I d-didn’t mean…” you trail of quietly. What had you actually even meant?

You were too flustered at this point, so you attempted to push him off of you. The only problem was, he didn’t comply and just held on tighter.

“Hoseok can you get off of me?” you say, trying your best to sound aggressive.

“No.”

“E-excuse me?”

“Why don’t you answer my question first?” he said with a dark voice.

What the hell was his problem? It almost sounded as if he was getting mad, but you didn’t even do anything wrong!

“Get off, now.” you demanded. But in reality, you were scared your voice would waver because of how fast your heart was beating.

“Then why don’t you be a good little kitten, and tell me why you’d choose him over me? You don’t think I’m a good enough mate?” he growled back at you.

W-what… did he really just growl at me?!? You’ve never seen Hoseok become so aggressive before, especially with you. So you stayed still, not knowing what to say.

Your silence makes him inpatient, so instead of snuggling, he sticks his tongue out and starts licking the side of your neck.

You’re in compete shock over his actions; he tended to ignore space issues, but he’s never done this before. And when he starts to harshly suck on your skin, you let out a quiet moan.

This drives his hormones insane, so he quickly stands up to trap you. His arms are on either side of your head as he hovers above you. He chooses to lick and suck on your jawline now, and when you try to withhold another moan, he grinds his crotch against you.

What was he doing? How had things turned out like this? But, why were you even letting him continue? You two were best friends and if you let this go on even further, it could damage your friendship.

You close your eyes tightly, as you regretfully stammer “H-hoseok, stop.”

This instantly makes the dog boy freeze, and he pushes up on his arms to look at you. Your eyes were closed shut, as your cheeks were flushed a bright red. You were biting your lip harshly as your fluffy black ears were pulled back a little, indicating you were stressed.

What had he done? Scared that if he stared at you any longer, he wouldn’t be able to control himself from you. So, he choked out a guilty “sorry” before he got up and dashed to his room, slamming the door.

You stay still on the couch. Why did you edge him on so much, and try to make him jealous? What had come over both of you?

But what mortified you the most; was that you didn’t want him to stop.

It had been two days since that incident had occurred. It was now Sunday, and were starting to become extremely worried. Your usually hyperactive dog friend had locked himself in his room, not even coming out once.

He would practically starve himself in there, if you didn’t do anything soon. But you didn’t even know how to approach him. You would be to embarrassed to face him again, since you were having wet dreams about him after the events of Friday took place.

But you did feel a bit bad though, since it was partially your fault he was locked up in there. If you just didn’t go to far with your teasing, none of that would have ever happened. So deciding you should relieve the tension, you tip-toe your way to his door. You knock on it gently, before voicing out to him.

“Hoseok, are you okay?” you ask worryingly.

You hear some shuffling from a squeaking from his bed springs, before he speaks. “Yea I’m fine.”

His voice sounded dry and hoarse, almost as if he was in pain. This just made you more concerned, so you speak out again. “Are you s-sure? Can you come out please?”

“I’m sure. I just don’t feel like coming out.” he wavers.

“Okay, can I come in them?” you ask with your hand on the doorknob.

“N-no!” you heard him choke out.

Surprised, you question him, “Why?”

“Because I don’t want you to come in!”

Is he mad at me? No! I want my happy and annoying Hobi!

Distressed, you exclaim through the door, “Hoseok please! I’m sorry about what happened on Friday, lets just talk this out.” He doesn’t reply, so you slowly twist the handle.

“I said don’t fucking come in!”

“Like hell I won’t!” you shout, then swing open his door quickly, then closing it behind you. You turn around to face him, and then instantly turn back facing the wall covering your face.

Hoseok was sitting on his bed, completely naked. His back was against the headboard of the bed, as a collar was attached to his neck. There was a long metal chain hooked to his collar, that was securely locked on the headboard. This allowed only for him to move just a little, before the chain would hold him back by his neck.

But then it all made sense as to why he was acting so weird. Why he got so horny and possessive all of a sudden; it was because he was in heat.

Your face is bright red, but you manage to stutter, “Hoseok, are you in your heat?”

He groans at the sound of your voice, “Yea…”

“Do you have your pills?”

“I lost them.”

What? How could he be so careless? Every hybrid needs to be prepared for their heat early in advance, to keep them and others safe. But he is just sitting there, without a partner to help him, or pills to suppress his hormones. Which was practically like torturing yourself.

“What the hell Hoseok! Do you need me to get Seulgi to help you?”

“No.”

“But doesn’t she usually help you in your heats? If you want, I can get Yoona instead then.”

“I don’t want any of them.”

“Well out of the countless people I know you’ve slept with…” you seethed, then continued, “pick one and I’ll call them to help you.”

“Y/N…”

“Yea?”

“Turn around,” he spoke with a low voice.

“W-what? Why?” you stuttered in confusion.

“Cause I only want you to help me.”

WHAT!?! NO NO NOO! That is not happening, you screamed to yourself mentally. You know that hybrids will tend to say bizarre things, just so they could get someone to fuck them during their heats. And you knew that was the case for Hoseok as well, but you felt a big urge to listen to his request.

“Stop speaking nonsense,” you wavered.

You heard him growl before he spoke, “Y/N stop being a fucking a pussy and get your fine ass over here.”

You took a deep breath, trying not to get too frustrated with him. You put your hand on the doorknob getting ready to leave. “I’ll call someone to he-”

“No!” he choked out in desperation. “Please Y/N, you don’t know how b-bad it hurts! Please just help me!”

Him being restrained and begging, literally made you feel as if you were on fire. You’re positive you’ve most likely soaked through your panties just to his voice.

“Please! I beg of you, just jerk me off at least! I have my leash on, so I can’t even try anything on you…” he pleaded with fake emotion. He knew being aggressive wasn’t working with you, so he had to change up his act. And by the way he saw you pause at the door, trying to rub your thighs together, he knew it was working.

Understanding how painful it could be, you figured it would do no harm if you just jerked him off. After that, you would leave and get someone else to help him.

Complying, you turned around to face the sexy sight of him again. You slowly walked forward, and chose to sit on the edge of his bed, right beside him. “I’m only jerking you off once, then I’ll get someone else.”

Hoseok smirks, and then replied with “Alright.”

You try to calm your nerves as you look over his irresistible body. He was toned in all the right places, and the small dark trail of hair below his belly button, lead you to the mouth watering sight of his hot red dick.

Okay Y/N you got this! you thought, trying to encourage yourself.

You bite your lip as you tentatively reach out, and put a finger at the tip of his cock. That alone makes him moan out, a sound that was so heavenly to your fluffy ears. You decide to tease him more by slowly rubbing your finger in slow circles, where the slit was.

He’s letting out whimpers, and it was one of the biggest turn on’s you’ve ever heard. There was already a bit of precum leaking through his slit, that you were tempted to lick.

You look up to see that Hoseok was gripping the bedsheets with a deathly grip, while his eyes were closed in pleasure by your motions. So that’s when you decided to surprise him.

With a smirk, you leant down till your face was right beside his painfully hard dick, then gave small kitten licks up along his length; from the base to his tip. You’re happy when he scrunches in pleasure from the feeling of your tongue.

“Y/N…” he panted. He opens his eyes to see your pretty face hovering over his cock. “C-can you please suck me off?” he asked, with hopefulness laced in his voice.

This causes you to let out a cheshire grin, as you were feeling a bit devious today. There was a big stereotype that cat hybrids were kind of assholes, since they looked so independent and always could be so conniving. You however, thought that maybe you could use that to your advantage today. Coming up with a plan, you winked at him.

“Okay Hobi, I’ll suck your dick. But you have to be a good little doggy, and keep your hands to yourself. Okay?”

Ohh she’s good… he thought silently. He would let you play your games for now, but he knew he would get his way soon enough.

“Alright, kitten.”

And with that said, you leaned down and slowly started to sink your mouth down on his dick. When your nose hits the soft patch of black hair on his pelvis, you raise your hands to play with his balls. He lets out a loud deep moan when you hollow your cheeks, sucking on his dick like a popsicle.

“Ahh fuck Y/N, you’re so good with your mouth,” he praised in pleasure.

His compliments only fuel your hunger for him, so you let go with of his cock with a ‘pop’ noise, then start kissing each side of it. You add your tongue into the mix, and since you were part cat, it was a bit rougher than normal tongues, intensifying the pleasure.

“Ahh fuck!” Hoseok grunted. At that moment he decided, getting head from cat hybrids were the best; more specially, by you. He has the biggest urge to grab and touch you, but he doesn’t wanna break your rules.

“Baby I need more,” he whimpered. He couldn’t handle being submissive, especially during his heat. He needed to be in control, no teasing, just straight to the good stuff.

Hearing him call you ‘baby’ almost makes you lose your composure, since you secretly loved being called that. Glancing upwards to his flushed expression, you decide to play nice and give him what he wanted.

He cries out when you momentarily stand up, and leave his dick hanging. But all protests die down when he sees you close your eyes to calm your nerves, then slowly reach under your skirt to pull your panties off.

He licks his lips when he see’s the evident sticky stain on your underwear, and instantly wants to have a taste of you. You then reach under your shirt to unbuckle your bra, and manage pull it off without taking your top off. You still wore your skirt and shirt, just with no undergarments.

Hoseok’s mouth was watering at the sight of your already hardened nipples from underneath your shirt. And with his heightened senses, the scent of you was driving him insane, tempting him to just ravish you.

“Alright Hobi, only since you’re such a good little doggy.” You then climb up onto the bed and stand on your knees, straddling his hips. You use your long fluffy black tail, to steady his cock right in front of your entrance. Your soaked, so when you sink down onto him, it slides in with ease.

You wait for a couple of seconds, adjusting to his size, before you slowly start to rock your hips against his.

“Nghh, you feel so good Hobi,” you moan out, as you ride him.

“Baby you’re the one who feels amazing,” he groans. “Your small little pussy is so tight and wet for me, and I didn’t even have to touch you.”

Your cheeks are on fire, since you know its true. Just the sight of him like this, and his voice had you soaked.

You go to grab his hands that were gripping the bedsheets, and guide them under your shirt to your breasts.

“Aghh Hoseok!” you cry out, when he grips them harshly and toys with your erect nipples.

“Mmm, such a good little kitty,” he says seductively, then removes one hand from your shirt and goes to smack your ass.

“Nahh!” you mewled out, as he slapped your ass another time. After that, he slowly rubbed the sore flesh in soothing circles.

While he still was rubbing your butt, you decide to wrap your arms around his broad shoulders as he thrusts up into you, to help you out.

This continues for another ten minutes, before Hoseok’s thrusting starts to become crazily fast and hard. You’re practically flying into the air as he snaps his hips up into you, but he held you down securely with his arms.

“I’m close,” he panted, frantically.

Perfect… you thought mischievously. You untangle yourself from his strong arms, and then ask him to slow down for a second. Even though he protested it, he still complied to your wish. As soon as he slowed down enough, you hopped off his dick and stood right beside the bed, giving him a taunting smile.

“What the fuck are doing?” he yelled out, clearly frustrated that you stopped right before he was about to come.

“Well…” you said innocently. “I kinda wanted to get back at you, for ignoring me these past couple of days, so imma leave you here for a bit. Don’t worry, I’ll call someone to come and take care of you. You’ll only have to wait around hour.”

“What the fuck? You can’t be serious Y/N!” he shrieked in disbelief.

“I’ll see ya when you’re done!” you winked at him cheerfully, then turned around. You knew you were being cruel, but he partially deserved it. Him ignoring you, made you freak and assume he was mad at you. You were so worried about him, but he just continued to hide himself angrily in his room.

“Fucking unchain me right now!” he demanded.

The reason someone needed a partner during their heat, was because they couldn’t satisfy their sexual needs by themselves. This meant that, he couldn’t cum by masturbating by himself. He needed a partner. So that’s why you felt a bit bad at the sound of him struggling, but you knew he would eventually get over it.

His howling and screaming continues, but you try your best to ignore it as you slowly make your way to the door on wobbly legs.

C’mon Y/N almost there! Don’t go back, no matter how amazing it felt…

You’re just about to reach his door, until you hear the metal chains that were restraining him, protest with a loud snap.

You turn your head and see Hoseok charging directly towards you, after he managed to break the leash that was on his neck. You try to bolt, but he grabs you by your tail, yanking it hard. You cry in pain, but he picks you up bridal style and throws you roughly back to his bed.

You bounce on it with a shriek, and then Hoseok came quick to tower over you.

“Uhh… s-sorry?” you stuttered, trying to sound innocent. Though, you rather nervous and extremely excited for what was to happen next.

“How cute. But I won’t let you off easy,” he mocks, then grabs you by your waist to spin you around so that you were on your hands and knees.

“Now…” he growled then tugged your hair back, so he could speak in your ear. “Why don’t you be a good little kitten and take it like a puppy, okay?”

You don’t complain as you arch your back, sticking your ass out nicely on display for him. He takes no time to waste and thrusts into you from behind, in doggy-style position. You both instantly moan out at the feeling, as the new position caused him to go deeper into you with each brutal thrust.

Wanting to feel more of you, he rips your shirt in shreds, much to your complaint. His bare chest was against your bare back now, and he hooked one arm to hold you by your waist, and another to grope your breasts. As he continues to slam into you, he licks the side juncture of your shoulder and then bites down on it.

“Ahh Hoseok!” you cried out, at the harsh bite.

He decides to play nice, then snakes down the hand that was holding your waist, to start rubbing your clit. You cry out again from the overwhelming pleasure he was giving, and try to snap your hips to meet his thrusts, causing both of you to spill out in a moaning mess.

“I-I’m close!” you panted.

“M-me too,” he replied breathlessly.

His thrusts become increasingly hard, to the point where you’re sure you would have bruises, but then your walls finally clench down tightly on his dick.

“Hoseok!” you screamed out in ecstasy, as he helps you ride out your orgasm.

Right after, felt his release coming too so he pulled out of you and jerked himself a couple of times, before shooting his hot load all over your back.

You collapsed down onto your stomach, completely worn out. Hoseok doesn’t say anything, as he goes to lick up his own cum from your back. The sensation feels oddly soothing, so you let him clean you up.

When he’s done, he lays down beside you, making you turn to face him. He has a big bright smile on his handsome face, as he goes in to kiss you. You could taste his cum from his mouth, but you didn’t mind a single bit as you wrap your arms around his shoulders and neck.

The kiss was full of passion and lust, and you found yourself smiling into it.

You break off first, coming up to breathe in some air.

Hoseok on the other hand, continued to smile as he spills, “I have a confession to make.”

You looked at him curiously, before you asked, “Like what?”

“I purposely didn’t take my heat suppressant pills,” he smiled.

“W-what? You didn’t lose them?” you asked, completely bewildered.

“No,” he said cheekily. He then pointed towards his nightstand. “They’re in the first drawer.”

You hastily sit up and lean over to open the first drawer, and saw that he was right. You pull out the pills, and give it a shake, to hear that there were still many left in the bottle.

“Why would you do that?” you asked in confusion.

“Because I wanted a partner to help me.”

“But then why didn’t you let me call someone?”

He laughs, while he says with the brightest smile ever, “Because I only wanted you, silly”

What?!! Is he serious? No he can’t be, it must be his heat talking… you sighed in your head. You honestly wished that was true, since you could feel butterflies in your stomach when he said that.

“That’s your heat talking, Hobi,” you smiled a bit sadly.

He doesn’t reply, instead he flicks you on your forehead.

“Oww! What was that for?” you pouted.

“Because your so naïve.”

“How?”

“Because it’s obvious I have feelings for you.”

“W-what?” you choked out.

“Y/N, my heat started last night…” he trailed off. When he see’s your eyes widen in realization, he continued, “That means when I started licking you up and grinding against you on Friday, it wasn’t because I was experiencing symptoms of my heat, but it was because I was jealous. I was jealous that you said you would let Jungkook do things to you, and not me. I became possessive, and wanted to keep you to myself.”

“Hoseok…”

He doesn’t let you continue as he speaks, “I started to ignore you a bit these past couple of weeks, because I wanted you to miss me. I wanted you to want me.”

But I do want you…

“I’m always prepared for my heats, so I purposely locked myself up, knowing that you would become worried and check up on me.”

“Well how would you have known that?” you questioned.

“Because…” he smiled. “I know how sweet my kitten is.”

You’ve never had your heart flutter so much before, and it was truly overwhelming. You were blushing like crazy, but you then cupped his cheeks and kissed him again.

“I really did miss you,” you said warmly.

“So, do you wanna go out on a date when my heat is done?” he asked you nervously.

Seeing him so nervous, was completely heart warming. So you kissed him again reassuringly, before you sweetly said, “I’d love that.”

You were gonna head in to kiss him one more time, before you stuck your finger to his lips. “But on one condition…”

“And what might that be?”

“You’ll have to help me out on my heats, deal?” you teased.

He doesn’t reply, as he rolls over with a predatory smirk, so he could climb on top of you. He traps you with his arms and spreads your legs again using his own before saying;

“Deal.”

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