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maluminspace · 4 years ago

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Genre: Fluff

Pairings: Michael Clifford/Female Reader

Prompt: Person A goes to in costume to a Halloween party, to find no one else is really dressed up except Person B

Word Count: 3k

Content: mostly just cute Halloween fluff, Michael in drag, there’s also a bit of side lashton,

Trigger warnings: Alcohol, strong language, references to sexual activity including public sex (nothing too explicit)

A/N: Okay, so this is my second attempt at writing something for this collab. My first one turned out huge and not really very halloween-y so I re-assessed and this is what I came up with! I hope you guys like it <3

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When your best friend in the entire world, Luke, had first invited you to his new boyfriend’s Halloween party, you’d taken it as the perfect opportunity to blow off a little steam. Work had been busy lately and you hadn’t had much chance to relax. Furthermore, Luke had told you that Ashton (the new love of his life) had a couple of hot single friends, so you’d figured your costume should be on the sexy side.

You’d spent weeks deciding on the perfect outfit before finally settling on a black cat outfit that was just the right side of tasteful. The bodysuit was figure-hugging, showing off your curves perfectly. The elegant velvet ears and tail matched it well and you finished off the look with some cute whiskers painted on your cheeks and a red choker with a little gold bell on it.

Luke let out a low whistle when he met you outside the house he’d given you directions for. “I wish I could say the same for you!” You huffed, surveying your friend’s very lackluster costume, if you could even call it that. “Where’s the pirate costume I helped you pick out?”

A slightly guilty expression coloured Luke’s pretty face as he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. “Well, I mentioned it to Ashton and he kinda hinted that he didn’t like tacky costumes so I went for this instead.” He shrugged awkwardly.

“And what exactly is this supposed to be?” You asked, gesturing to the plain white shirt and black jacket. “You just look like you’re about to go to work at the office, what the fuck, Luke?”

“Wait…” He said, his face brightening a bit as he pulled on a wig that you hadn’t even noticed he was holding. “I’m Vincent Vega!” He announced.

You rolled your eyes, fully disappointed in your best friend’s decision to side with his new squeeze over you. “I preferred the pirate costume, you’d have looked super hot.”

“I’m sorry to break it to you, buddy…” Luke giggled, “but you’re not the one I want to impress tonight.”

You clutched your chest in fake pain and shock. “And here I thought it was me that you wanted to fuck you senseless whilst a huge queue forms outside for the bathroom we claimed.”

An embarrassed blush rose in Luke’s cheeks as the memory of the specific situation you had described filled his tiny, horny brain. “We were drunk, and if he’d whispered in your ear with that sexy, gravelly voice to tell you how beautiful you looked in the new shirt he’d bought for you, you’d have begged him to drag you to the nearest bathroom, too.” He huffed as he started off up the driveway, his ridiculous wig almost falling off with the force of his dramatic head toss.

Suppressing a giggle, you followed your friend to the front door. “You’re forgetting one important detail there, Lukey.” You reminded him with a smirk. “I’m not as big of a slut as you.”

“That costume begs to differ.” Luke replied, raising an eyebrow proudly. “Calum is probably gonna pop a boner after just a glimpse of your ass in that tight suit.”

“And Calum is one of the hot ones?” You asked, remembering Luke’s declaration of Ashton’s stupidly handsome best friends.

“Yeah, he’s the one with the cute dog and swanky apartment near the beach.” Luke explained as he opened the front door. “Michael’s probably a bit more your type, through. You have about the same mental capacity as each other.” He snorted.

Choosing to ignore the weak jibe at your own intelligence and that of the as yet unknown Michael, you focused on Luke’s lack of manners instead. “Shouldn’t we knock?” You asked. “It’s rude to just walk in to someone’s house, even if they do ‘rearrange your insides like no one has ever previously managed’.” You added, taking a great deal of joy in quoting Luke back to himself.

“Keep your fucking voice down!” Luke hissed. “I told you that in confidence!” He shook his head as though to clear it (probably from another X-rated memory) before he answered your question.

“Ashton told me we could come right in. So stop worrying about stupid stuff and get in here!” He laughed.

For the second time in the few moments since you’d met him outside, you rolled your eyes at your best friend, but this time the exasperated gesture was accompanied by a small laugh.

Your merriment soon died away when Luke led you into the main sitting room, which was already packed with people…people who were not in Halloween costumes. People who were very much giving off a sophisticated air as they sipped their wine and stood around talking to each other comfortably over the music that was playing at a much too sensible volume for a party.

In your peripheral vision you noticed Luke tear off his wig and hide in the oversized vase he was standing next to before any of the other guests saw him wearing it. Without that ridiculous little prop, Luke would probably blend right in. You, on the other hand, were going to stick out like a (very scantily clad) sore thumb.

“I thought this was meant to be a Halloween party, Luke.” You hissed, offering awkward smiles to the few people nearest to you, who were regarding you with ill-concealed smirks.

Your best friend gave an awkward laugh before ushering you towards the kitchen.

A few spiteful glances and giggles followed you as Luke pulled you through the crowd of people.

Luckily the kitchen was pretty much deserted, with just three people huddled over by the microwave. You only recognised one of them. Having met Ashton a couple of times previous to this evening, you had no problem identifying his muscular form and the sweater/jeans combo outfit he favoured at the moment, even though you could only see the back of him.

The second man had a very handsome profile. He was wearing a pair of black skinny jeans and a white shirt, with very few of the buttons done up as far as you could tell from this angle. He looked kind of athletic, with strong, muscular arms and thighs. His curly black hair was styled neatly to perfectly frame his face.

Ashton and Muscles were mostly obscuring the third person from your view. But you could tell by the tone of their voice that they were not at all happy about something. “- cannot expect me to stay here like this!”

Unsurprisingly, Luke gravitated to the little knot of people, dragging you along with him until you finally got a glimpse of the irritated man leaning against the counter.

Suddenly, your own embarrassment at your chosen costume vanished. In comparison to this guy, you definitely weren’t going to be the center of attention.

The third man was dressed in a long blonde wig, albeit a very cheap-looking one, styled into high pigtails. His cute, unshaven face was painted in badly-applied makeup. The tight white dress that he’d squeezed into left you with no doubt of who he was meant to be dressed as, and the realisation pulled a snort of laughter from you.

Luke failed also to suppress a giggle as he let go of your hand and instinctively curled into Ashton’s side, as though the slightly older man was some sort of magnet. “Wow, you sure as hell didn’t get the memo about the ‘adults drinking wine’ vibe either, huh?”

The angry ‘Baby Spice’ glared at Luke with what you just knew were usually very pretty green eyes. “Don’t you start, lanky!” He huffed. “I’m already this close to ending your boyfriend.”

“Hey!” Ashton interjected, his voice calm and smooth in comparison to his friends’. “First of all, don’t talk to Luke that way or I’ll be the one ending you. Secondly, it wasn’t me that tricked you into dressing as a Spice Girl.” His last two words were accompanied with a snigger and it only made his angry friend’s face get redder.

“I swear I’ll rip your-” Baby Spice began before Muscles cut him off.

“Now, now, Michael.” Muscles smirked, “don’t you think that’s a bit too much.”

You were apparently the only one to pick up on the reference as your burst of laughter sounded much too loud in the otherwise quiet room.

For the first time Muscles’ and Baby Spices’ eyes snapped up to meet yours. Their reactions upon noticing you properly for the first time were at opposite ends of the scale.

Muscles became instantly flirtatious, his brown eyes lighting up with a charming smile as he greeted you with a smooth. “Oh! Hi there, beautiful…”

Baby Spice on the other hand, looked as though all of his nightmares had come true. The fear and embarrassment on his face were unmistakable as you focused on him over his friend. “It looks like you’re in the market for a new best friend too, Baby Spice.” You smiled gently, hoping to ease his discomfort a little. “I’m looking for a replacement, too.”

There was something about the genuine look of surprise in his green eyes that really endeared this stranger to you. Now that you were standing closer to him, it was easier to see the handsome features that the untidy lipstick and foundation were covering.

“Yeah…” Baby Spice laughed awkwardly, all of his anger vanishing as he tried to adopt a more casual stance. “My ex-best friend thought this would be funny.” He said, gesturing to his outfit, that up-close was much worse than you’d originally thought. His hairy chest, arms and legs protruding from the cheap costume dress made for a comical sight, but you fought back your amusement, intent on befriending this man so that both your night and his might take a turn for the better. “I’m guessing Luke pulled a similar prank on you, too?”

“Actually, he didn’t.” You explained, shaking your head. “Believe it or not, this is what passes for a Halloween costume in Luke’s tiny, dumb brain.”

Luke’s offended noise was lost beneath his replacement’s beautiful laugh as you stepped forward and offered Baby Spice your hand to shake as you told him your name.

He took it, still smiling bright enough to make his emerald eyes sparkle. “I’m Michael.” He confirmed. “And I’d be more than happy to be your new best friend.”

***

In the following couple of hours you made two amazing discoveries;

Alcohol consumption was the best cure for embarrassment.

Michael was fairly close to being your actual ideal man.

Despite the fact that he was obviously gullible, most of Michael’s other qualities were very much to your liking. In the short time that you’d known him, Michael had proven himself to be kind, funny and incredibly easy to talk to. What’s more, as the night went on and more and more of his makeup wore off, you’d found out he was even more handsome than you’d originally thought he was.

“So did you mean what you said to Calum just now?” Michael asked, suddenly looking a little nervous as he dropped his gaze to the bottle of beer in his hand. “About not being interested in him, I mean.”

A couple of times, Calum had wandered over to the corner of the kitchen that you and Michael had claimed as your own, trying to flirt with you. On each occasion, you’d made it perfectly clear that you’d formed an alliance with Michael and that sneaky ex-best friends were not permitted to flirt with you under any circumstances.

If you were reading the signals right, Michael was a little jealous of his friend. That was understandable; Calum was conventionally good looking and was as charming as they come. On a normal night, you’d have been more than a little tempted to see if his smooth moves translated into decent bedroom skills, but tonight your attention was completely focused on Michael.

“Yeah.” You shrugged. “He seems nice and all, besides screwing you over on the costume thing.” You giggled. “But he’s not really my type.”

Michael looked mildly confused. “I’ve never heard a girl say that before.” He admitted. “I thought he was just everyone’s type.”

“I can recognise that he’s hot, but I like my men a little softer and my number one turn on is someone who can make me laugh.” You replied honestly.

A light blush rose in Michael’s cheeks as he apparently realised you’d been describing him. Judging by the shyness emanating from him, people admitting they were attracted to him didn’t happen all that often. You couldn’t understand why; he was absolutely beautiful.

“C’mon, Baby Spice.” You smirked, “Lets get another drink and then you can show me some of your best dance moves.”

“Oh, I can’t really dance?” Michael confessed, his blush deepening a bit as he headed over to the counter where numerous bottles of alcohol were laid out.

“I find that very hard to believe!” You gasped in fake shock. “I mean it’s easy, isn’t it? You just slam it to the left, shake it to the right.... Y’know, go round…” You smirked.

Michael rolled his eyes. “You’re gonna have to stop right now with those Spice Girls lyrics, kitten.”

The pet name made your insides dance excitedly. It could have easily sounded like a cheap, tacky term of endearment from anyone else but Michael’s cute mannerisms just made it sound adorable. “Yeah, okay.” You teased, nudging his arm playfully. “I don’t want you to have to say goodbye, my friend.”

Michael let out a reluctant laugh as he surveyed the drink options. “I can tell you were a huge fan, I’m flattered.” He said, playing along easily.

“What’s with the past tense, Bunton?” You continued. “The Spice Girls are timeless.”

Michael nodded as he continued to stare at the bottles of alcohol as though he couldn’t decide which to go for.. “I agree, I always had a bit of crush on Posh…”

“That’s basic!” You reprimanded him.

“Rude!” Michael scoffed. “Who’s your favourite?” He asked, raising a hopeful eyebrow.

“I’ll tell you if you hurry up and decide what you want; I’ll be sober by the time you pour a drink at this rate!” You laughed.

Michael shook his head, smirking a little. “Don’t rush me kitten, I need to weigh up all of my options.”

“Oh, come on Michael!” You scolded when he still hadn’t made a decision a moment later. “Just tell me what you want, what you really, really want so we can continue getting trashed.”

“That was your worst one yet.” Michael sighed dramatically. “I may have to disown you after that one, kitten.”

Excitement bubbled in your chest at the use of the pet name again, knowing it wasn’t just a one time slip of the tongue meant that it might stick and you couldn't put into words how much you’d like that. “Fine, just pour us both a vodka and lemonade so that you can show me those spicy dance moves.”

Michael couldn’t hold in the fond chuckle that rippled out of him as he obeyed your request. “So are you gonna answer my question about who your favourite Spice Girl is? Or do I have to guess?”

“Baby’s always been the one I crushed on the hardest.” You replied easily, deciding to forgo the guessing game.

“Yeah?” He prompted. “What attracted you to me?” He asked before panic flooded his features. “I mean her! Sorry...I wasn’t being-”

You cut Michael off with a giggle as you allowed your already tipsy brain to capitalize on the alcohol-fueled confidence you always seemed to develop after a few drinks. “I think it’s your terrible makeup skills, quick wit and those pretty green eyes that attracted me to you the most, baby.”

You never really noticed how close you’d gotten to him until you felt the little puff of breath from his quiet “Oh…” ghosting over your own lips.

If there was ever an opportune moment to kiss him, that was it. Without any good reason to stop yourself, you tentatively wrapped your arms around his neck. “I can’t believe I’m about to kiss a Spice Girl.” You chuckled, loving the way his hands felt as they rested on your waist.

“I hope I don’t disappoint you, kitten.” He replied, tilting his head to one side slightly so that you wouldn’t bump noses when the gap between your lips was finally closed.

It was you that took the final step, pressing a soft kiss to Michael’s lips. They felt every bit as soft as they looked and used them perfectly, kissing you back with just the right amount of enthusiasm.

Usually, it’d take a lot more than a shy first kiss for a guy to fully win you over, but somehow you found yourself melting into Michael’s hold, prolonging the simple kiss for as long as possible. Michael didn’t seem to mind that at all, holding you closely as he parted his lips allowing you to deepen the kiss, sliding your tongue teasingly against his.

When the two of you naturally drew apart a few moments later, your head was spinning from more than just the alcohol. Michael was well and truly intoxicating in a very different way. “I’m gonna need a lot more of that to keep you on the top spot of my favourite list, Baby.” You said, trying not to let your voice sound too breathy.

“That’s definitely a promise I can keep, kitten.” Michael smiled, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Glad to hear it!” You proclaimed. “Now, let’s drink up so that we can move on to somewhere that our awesome costumes will be more appreciated!”

Michael raised a questioning eyebrow. “Leave Ashton’s party?” he asked. “Do you have somewhere in mind?”

Nodding, you picked up your drink and took a long swig, “My favourite bar always has an awesome Halloween event.” You confirmed. “I was gonna go there but Luke wanted me to meet his boyfriend’s friends so I came here instead.”

“Well, I’m kinda glad you did, to be honest.” Michael said, his cheeks reddening slightly.

You pecked another kiss to his lips before taking another drink. “I am too, but it’s time for us to be the life of a new party.”

Michael nodded in agreement as he finished his drink in one go. That shouldn’t have been as hot as it was to you, yet there you were practically drooling over a man in the worst drag outfit and makeup you’d ever seen, wiping vodka and lipstick off his incredibly plump lips with the back of his hand. He reached out with the hand that didn’t have bubblegum pink smeared across the back of it and took hold of your hand with the full confidence of the drink he’d just downed.

“So where are we going?” He asked. “I trust you, so don’t let me down and take me somewhere lame, kitten.”

“Oh, don’t worry. This place is amazing.” You promised, smirking as your final Spice Girls joke of the night slipped past your lips. “It’ll really spice up your life, baby.”

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addictofsupernatural · 4 years ago

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OHSHC Rewrite: Episode 2

The Job of a High School Host!

Host Club x reader

Summary: Y/n learns the duties of a host.

Word Count: 4.9k

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You've been a host for almost two weeks now. It's been interesting, to say the least. Tamaki and the twins have been trying to get you into a dress since you put on the school uniform, but you cleaned the male uniform and refused all their demands.

Maria got letters from your friends back in y/c, to which she wanted to surprise you by putting them in your bag. You didn't notice them at school, and you didn't notice them when they were sticking out during homeroom.

But Hikaru and Kaoru did. Once the class was over, the three envelopes fell out of your backpack, though you kept walking. They looked at each other and nodded. Hikaru them and went on and they both went on with their day.

After doing your homework you rushed into the club room, only to see very real tropical decorations everywhere. The hosts had luau outfits on as well. "Welcome."

"This is different." You stated as you stepped in, looking around.

"Of course!" Tamaki posed as he talked. "It might be early fall but here at the Host Club we'd like our guests to feel as if they're in a tropical paradise. And plus, our heating system is... perfect!"

You gave him a slight look at his bragging, to which Kyoya smiled a bit. "Do you have a problem with the way we run our club y/n? Remember, you still owe us 8 million yen."

You set your bag down on your spot. "Charming." You said sarcastically, passing by him and giving him a sly smile. "I feel very free to speak my mind, really. So was this tropical island thing your idea?"

"All ideas dealing with the host club events come directly from the king. Although I will admit to casually slipping a Bali pamphlet onto his desk." He kept his smile as he continued writing in his book.

"Of course. Well someone should tell the king that he's really clever." You patted his arm before going and sitting down with your clients. "Good afternoon ladies—"

The twins each blew a whistle and marched over to you. "Hold it right there!" They said in unison. "Who's Julian?!"

You turned over to them, a bit surprised at the mentioning of that name. "What do you mean?"

"Three envelopes fell out of your bag, and one was from a boy named Julian." Kaoru said.

They then got very close to you, asking, "So who's Julian?!"

"An old friend." You shrugged, putting out your hand for the letters. They gave them back to you, but also gained the attention of Tamaki.

"How good of a friend is he?" He zoomed right behind your couch.

You didn't know why Tamaki was so territorial of his friends, but you knew there must be a reason. That didn't mean you couldn't still have fun with him. You fake sighed lovingly. "He's the best."

"Is he... handsome?"

"He has an adorable face. I love it so much!"

"You love it?" You gave you his puppy dog eyes.

"Yup."

"Do you have... feelings... for him?"

"Oh, I'm only totally in love with him."

"WHA~T?!" He then wrapped you in a hug. "But you're my little girl~"

You sighed again. "Yeah. It's too bad you're more his type."

"Huh?"

He blankly stared at you, and you bursted into a fit of giggles. "He's gay, so calm down."

"Oh." He then stood up and cleared his throat. "Well then, that's one less man to worry about. You don't know how many evil boys there are in the world, so you have to be careful."

"Yeah, I should also be careful of weird people who call themselves 'daddy'." An arrow struck through Tamaki as you walked over to the twins. "Thanks for holding onto these for me." Your smile made them blush. "And thank you for not opening them, since you guys are pretty nosey."

"We don't know what you're talking about." They both said as they shrugged.

"But y/n," Kaoru started saying.

"Why don't you open them for us?" Hikaru finished.

You scoffed. "Please guys, I'm working." You then turned to your clients as they sighed, smiling. "I'm sorry girls. What did you want to talk about?"

"Well, we were wondering if you were going to dress up in something tropical."

"Do you all want me to?" You asked, unsure if you wanted to go through with that.

"Yes!" They said happily.

Tamaki then appeared with a smile. "I already made you an outfit y/n. And look, we're a pair! Isn't it cute?"

You frowned. "You know I don't really like skirts."

He then showed you his big watery eyes. "But Kyoya gave you a dress and you accepted it no problem."

"He was doing it to be nice. You're doing this because you want to see me in a dress. That's weird."

He looked like he was going to burst from anger. He then pushed the outfit into your hands. "Just go change!"

You then changed into the shoulderless top with the long skirt, which also accompanied a lot of jewelry. You then went out and tried to discreetly go back to your clients. "Oh my goodness y/n, you're so cute!" One exclaimed.

"Y/N~" Tamaki jumped over to you and crushed you into a hug. "Everybody, look!"

"Let's not please." You whispered. Your face went red as you frustratedly looked to the ground.

"Wow." The twins said, grabbing your arms.

"Who knew y/n," Kaoru said.

"Could be such a girl." Hikaru finished.

"Looks cute." They said, giving you a thumbs up.

"Please stop drawing in more attention." You said quietly.

"Takashi~ look!" Honey dragged you over to them. "Doesn't she look adorable?"

"Yeah."

Tamaki and the twins had evil stars in their eyes as they inched closer to you. You didn't notice the blush on Mori's face when you went to go hide behind him. The three then shouted, "Give her to us!"

Mori shook his head and took your shoulders, guiding you to your couch.

"Thank you senpai." You said quietly. You then put your hands over your face. You peaked at your smiling clients. "Okay, I did this for you guys."

"How do you feel in cosplay?"

"Exhausted!" You put your hands to your side quickly only to begin shaking your arms, hearing the jewelry jingle as you moved. They began to giggle at your innocent and child-like movements. "Jeez, what's with this?"

"Y/n, you forgot your crown!" Tamaki stuck it out towards you as an offering.

You took a deep breath and drank some tea, not looking at him. "If it's worth more than me I'm not wearing it."

He gave you an angrily confused look. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"I'm not putting something ridiculous and way too expensive on my head. I don't even feel comfortable in this. It feels like I'm lowering the value of it by just wearing it." Your tone was a sarcastic one, which caused smiles from around your area. Though it was a joke, you were only half-kidding.

"Excuse me." A girl came up to you and said. "I believe we're supposed to be switching hosts now."

"Oh, you must be my next appointment." You grinned, waving to her childishly even though she was right in front of you. "It's nice to meet you."

She then grabbed your chin and brought your face closer to hers. "I've just decided. You're going to be my new favorite host." This seemed to effect Tamaki.

Once the club finished everything, you walked over to go change until Kyoya stopped you. "Your words with Tamaki seemed to amuse some of the guests, and many of those guests have requested you."

"Cool. I guess my clownery is likable." You chuckled and nodded.

Clownery. What an odd made up word. He thought about what his clients told them about you. You spoke with slang, though it almost as if you didn't realize it. They said that they found it adorable. Your speech being adorable. It was an interesting thought, in its own way.

Once you put back on your uniform, Kyoya instructed you to make Tamaki some instant ramen. You did so and finished cleaning. Once you finished that you sat down and noticed that Tamaki was irritated.

"C'mon boss, quit eating that commoner's ramen and help plan the party." Kaoru said.

"What's up with him?" You asked.

"He's just upset with Lady Kanako choosing you." Kyoya said as he typed away on his laptop. "She's had the illness for a while now though, so I don't know why he's too surprised."

"What disease?"

"The host hopping disease." The twins said.

You giggled, grinning. "So he's jealous that I stole her from him."

"Shut up! I couldn't care less!" Tamaki yelled. "That's it, my patience has run out. It's time you started dressing like a girl!"

"That's really what's bothering you?"

"I just don't get it. How can you be so popular with the ladies when you yourself are a lady?!" He then went into his private chest, digging though it. "Now you listen to daddy. DADDY WANTS YOU TO GO BACK TO THE WAY YOU WERE AND KEEP WEARING SKIRTS!!"

He brought out a huge framed photo of you in a high and tight half pony tail, which contrasted your usually messy pony tail. You were wearing a cropped long sleeved dark gray shirt, with a black skirt and dark panty hose under.

"DON'T GO BLOWING UP MY PHOTOS WITHOUT ASKING ME FIRST!!"

He hung it up on the wall and began crying. Everybody crowded around it.

"The more I look at this photo the more amazed I am." Kaoru said. "How did you go from that to wearing suits?"

Everyone turned to look at you. "I used to have a neighbor who owned a Burlesque lounge. Sometimes she needed someone to cover a waitress shift, and I would do it. This was the most covered up she would allow me to be though."

"I see." Kyoya said. "Those places are known for having women reveal a large amount of skin."

"I wore that stuff cause I had to. I feel more comfortable not showing my legs. I don't care if I dress like a dude sometimes."

"A GIRL SHOULD NEVER ADDRESS HERSELF AS A DUDE!!" Tamaki yelled. "MAMA~!! Y/n's using those dirty boy words again."

"I hate to break up this interesting conversation, but do you have any formal dancing experience?" Hikaru asked.

You turned and smiled nervously. "No, but I don't have to go to parties and stuff, right?"

Tamaki's eyes began to shine. "I absolutely forbid that. You must go to every event hosted by the host club if you want to pay back your debt! If you fail to do so, you'll be demoted back to errand boy" He then got a lot happier. "And that also means you have to wear a dress at the party!"

"No it's cool, I have a formal guy outfit." They all stared at you. "What? I got it when I had to go to a wedding."

"Why won't you wear something like thi~s?" Tamaki said with tears in his eyes.

"Cause it was for a job."

"This is a job!"

"No, this is indentured servitude. There's a difference. Slight, but it's there." You then briefly thought. "Oh, I guess that also means I have to learn the man's part since I'm a host."

Kanako was instructing you what to do, and you were getting the hang of it quickly. "You're quite a fast learner miss y/n."

"And you're quite an exceptional teacher Miss Kanako." Your gaze went to Tamaki, who looked sad. He wanted to teach you, but was too tall to be in the girl role. He glanced over to you, and you smiled and waved. He hesitantly gave you a small smile and waved back. Because of this you weren't paying attention tripped up the both of you. "I'm so sorry Lady Kanako!"

She pulled you closer. "That's quite alright."

"You're very forward." You smiled down at her before rolling to the side and pulling the both of you up. "C'mon, let's get you some tea."

You brought her tea as she happily held onto the cup. "You have a new order for tea sets I see. The handy work looks like it's Genorie."

"You have a keen eye mademoiselle." Kyoya said as he passed by.

"Such a pretty color." She gazed into the tea cup with a smile. "How lovely."

"Woah, you seem to know a lot about tea sets, huh?" You asked. This, unbeknownst to you, gained Tamaki's attention.

"What? Of course not!" She said shakily, blushing. "What ever would give you that idea?!"

Just then someone walked in with a box in hand. "You ordered a new tea set?" He asked Kyoya as he walked over to him.

"Yes we did. Y/n, come over and grab these." Kyoya said.

You nodded and smiled at him as he gave you the box. You opened the lid and looked at the set. "Wow, these are really nice. Are you an expert on things like this?"

Kanako began laughing. "Oh y/n, you're so out of the loop. It can be pardoned though." She turned back with a teasing smile. "After all, he doesn't look like an heir to a first class industry empire."

His facial expression changed as he looked at her. You noticed but decided not to say anything.

"The Susushima family has dealt mainly with table wear." Kyoya explained. "They are, in fact, a first class company."

"I think that's so awesome! You seem to have a lot of passion into what you're going to be doing, which is very admirable." You told him with a small smile.

He turned to you and bashfully smiled. "You think so? I'm honored. Well, see you all next time."

After he left and you walked back to Kanako with the box still in hand. "He's pretty handsome, don't you think?" You asked in your native language.

"Um, pardon?"

"Oh, sorry." You cleared your throat. "I'm asking if you think he's attractive."

She blushed profusely and nervously sipped on her tea. "I don't know! I suppose!"

"I get the feeling you two know each other."

She spat out her tea and began to panic again. "What would ever give you that silly conclusion? I have no idea what you're talking about! Anyways, take care!" She quickly left.

You stood up right before Honey jumped onto your back, almost knocking the box out of your hands. "Y/n-chan~! Guess what? They do know each other! Suzushima-chan is Kasuga-chan's fiance."

"Woah, really?"

"Kyoya," Tamaki said. "What do you know about this?"

He looked in his book. "They were childhood friends. Their parents set up an arranged marriage between them. I didn't find this information of any importance so I disregarded it."

"And what do you know of Suzushima?"

"Toro Suzushima. Outstanding grades, bare social status. Ordinary looking. He's reliable, in case of persuasion to place blame."

"He doesn't have much presence and is faint hearted." The twins said.

"In order words, he's boring." Kyoya closed his book.

"Wow," You said. "Who knew you guys were so cold to other men."

"We don't have any use of him so there's no reason to be nicer in describing him." Kyoya explained.

"Interesting philosophy." You said teasingly. "I can feel the kindness radiating off of you."

"Suzushima is a good boy." Honey said, on top of Mori. "Right?"

"Yeah." Mori replied.

"Alright men! It's time for a plan!" Tamaki announced. "It's our job at the Ouran Host Club to make every woman happy!"

When Tamaki finished explaining his plan, everybody packed up and left, leaving only Kyoya and you. He had just finished on his laptop and was packing up his things. You walked behind him. "Senpai, is it okay if I ask you a question?"

"Is it about what I said earlier?" He didn't turn around.

"Kind of. I mean, if we're talking about the same thing." You kept your voice steady and light.

"Was it what I said about not needing Suzushima?"

"Woah, no. Not at all. I was thinking about how you did a background check on him."

He paused briefly. "I see. What of it?"

Your voice unintentionally shrank. "Did you do one on me?"

"Yes. A few days ago, in fact. You fail to mention your brother when people ask about your history." His voice was so calm and normal. It made you feel very exposed.

"Everything I've said isn't a lie." You managed to say firmly.

"I know that as well. I understand your situation and I respect your reasonings for not talking about him. You've been through quite a lot, and you have a right to privacy."

"Please answer this next question honestly." His silence meant that he was still listening. "Do you think of me any lower or less, I don't know, appealing, now that you know everything about me?" You then nervously chuckled. "Unless it was already that low to begin with."

"I assure you that my views of you are of a hard working person who seems to make many people happy. Not wanting people to know certain things about you and having certain insecurities do not waver what I 'think' of you."

You let out a breath and grinned, hugging him from the back. He widened his eyes, but didn't tense nor pull away.

"Thank you Kyoya senpai. This really means a lot." You then let go of him. "Okay, I need to walk home before it gets dark. See you tomorrow." You then quickly went to the door. "Sorry if that hug was weird for you!" You called out as you left.

His opinions mattered to you. It was an interesting thought, in its own way.

As you were getting ready for the party, Maria came into your room. "Can't you be at least a bit girly?"

"Funny, that's really funny Maria." You turned to face her and sat down. "You're quite the tomboy yourself sometimes."

"I'm serious y/n/n. You should try a little makeup. You'll look nice for all your friends. One of them is bound to fall for you." She said in an offering tone.

You chuckled and shook your head. "They're all just friends. And I shouldn't have to try to impress anybody."

She sighed, going over to your nightstand and opening a drawer. She took out a black box and opened it, revealing the earrings you got back after your father was imprisoned. "At least wear one of your mom's earrings. They all look cute on you."

You looked in the box. She loved to collect them. "I don't know, maybe."

She grabbed your cheeks and smushed them. "Think about it." You grabbed her cheeks and did the same. "I also have something to tell you."

"Good or bad?"

She hesitated before quickly saying, "My sisters are coming for a few days to visit." And then sped walked out of the room.

"What?!" You followed her. "Please tell me Linda's son won't be coming too." She gave you a look, and that was all you needed to know. "Oh my gosh, I'm going to my club. That's gonna be my safe space for now."

"At least you have a safe space. I'll have to deal with Linda 24/7."

You then went back into your room and hesitantly grabbed a pair of earrings, putting them in your pants pocket. "I gotta go. I should start walking now."

She stopped you. "Take off the blazer at least." You took off the blazer with a pout. She then pulled off your messy ponytail. "Do something better with your hair too." You tied up two messy double buns. "There. You look adorable. Go."

You got there and joined all except Tamaki at the second floor in the auditorium. "Welcome, my little lambs," Tamaki said from the third floor. "To a magical night of your lives!"

Kyoya then spoke up. "As always ladies we are here for your enjoyment. Dance to your heart's content. The best dancer will be decided among us hosts and will be crowned queen. As a reward the queen will receive a passionate kiss on the cheek from our king, Tamaki Suoh. Good luck to all you."

They all began cheering, and you snickered over the stupidity of the 'prize'. The twins came over to you and began playing with your buns.

"These are cute." Hikaru said.

"You have a raggedy yet carefree look. The hairstyle compliments you." Kaoru told you. "Hey, have you ever been to a party before?"

"Not formal parties. Only block parties on my street."

"Well, since you're here y/n, you might as well enjoy yourself." Kyoya said. "We have quite the spread of desserts."

You then innocently asked, "Like squishy ice cream?"

"SQUI—"

"—SHY—"

"—ICE CREAM?!"

Tamaki flipped down to your floor and pointed to Kyoya, who was already dialing a number on his phone. "Kyoya! Order some squishy ice cream right away!"

"Two orders of mochi please." He said to his phone. The twins smothered you in a hug as your face burned from embarrassment. You felt like such an idiot foreigner right now.

In the meantime you danced with some girls, being flamboyant and silly when dancing with them. There was one girl who tripped over your shoes and almost fell until you caught her. She wouldn't stop laughing loudly, and it caused you to laugh as well. Others wanted to talk, so you danced regularly with them.

As you took a break from dancing with some girls Kanako approached you. "There you are y/n, I've been looking everywhere for you. May I have this next dance?"

"It would be my pleasure Lady Kanako." You began to dance with her. "You're so formal. It's really fascinating to me."

"Your expressions and slang are fascinating to me as well." She said.

"Kasuga-chan's here!" Honey announced.

"Honey, Mori," Tamaki said. "Commence with the operation."

Both nodded before swiftly grabbing you away and dashing to an empty room with the twins and Kyoya. "Did you guys really have to be so forceful?"

"Nevermind that, go and change." Hikaru shoved a bag into your hands and pushed you into the changing room.

"Remember y/n, we only have 37 minutes before the climax of the night," Kyoya said. "And a little accident might make the evening more interesting."

You saw a tube of concealer on the small table when you went in. You knew Kyoya left it for you, and it made you smile. You quickly changed into the dark purple dress and put concealer on the scars of your legs. You then remembered the earrings in your pocket and put them on. They were rose gold hoops with what looked like flower petals on them.

You then went outside, where the twins quickly put on your makeup. Kaoru then gently touched one of your earrings. "We didn't put these in the bag. Are these yours?"

"Yeah." You quietly said.

"They compliment the dress. It was good that you brought them." You smiled at him, causing him to blush and look away.

"Y'know," Hikaru said as they finished up. "I know the boss wants to stick to the strategy, but this is..."

"What are you all doing standing around here?" Tamaki asked as he came in. "The guests are wai—"

You stood up and faced him. You then began walking as the boys stared at you. "You look cute!" Honey stated.

Everyone blushed but Honey and Kyoya, who were both smiling. "My face feels heavy." You pouted as you kept walking.

"Hurry up!" The twins called out as you kept walking.

"Yeah, I got it." You muttered. As you left, the twins and Tamaki began to fawn over you.

You walked into the room they told you to. Suzushima turned around with a surprised look. You timidly smiled as you walked over to him. "You're not at all what I pictured from the letter you wrote me."

You kept your smile on. "Really?" He nodded. "Can I actually see the letter please?" He then gave it to you, and you read over it:

I'm in love love with you! From the first day I laid eyes on you I've been head over heals in love! Tee hee! All these feelings I have are harpooned to my heart as they keep whipping around my mind like the restless waves! When the special day comes, I want to randezvou with you on Noah's arc! I do I do!

You wondered who the hell would write such a stupid letter. It was actually a collaborative write with Kyoya and the twins. "Excuse me," Suzushima interrupted your thoughts. "Have we met before?"

"No! It's um, the first time we've ever talked!"

"I'm flattered by your letter, but I'm afraid I can't return your feelings." He said. "My heart has been taken by somebody else."

"My apologies! I didn't realize you had a girlfriend."

"No, she's not my girlfriend. I don't even think she's even interested anymore." He looked very sad.

"Well I don't know about that. Your calming presence is a joy to be around, and I'm sure she'd agree." You offered.

He sighed. "Thank you, but honestly, I'm sure she'd be better off with someone more self confident. That's why I'm leaving next month to study abroad. Hopefully become a better man for her. Maybe it's selfish, but I hope she'll wait for me."

"I won't lie to you, it's a little selfish." An arrow went through him. You squished your index finger and thumb. "Just a little. But Toro, if she really is the love of your life then I'm sure she'll still love you just as much as she probably already does."

He was about to say something as he reached out for you, but you heard the door open. You didn't turn so she wouldn't see your face. "Oh, I'm sorry to intrude." You could tell she was crying. "I'll just leave you two be."

You heard her heels and knew she was running away, and he ran after her. "Kanako, wait!"

You then walked next to Tamaki. "We didn't make things worse, did we?"

"He did run after her. He needs to learn how to be more sure of himself."

You were both walking back when you tripped again over your heels. Tamaki interlocked your arms together. You looked up at him. "You really need to learn how to walk in heels. They look so lovely on you, and it'd be a shame if you tripped and hurt yourself."

You smiled and nodded, leaning on his shoulder. You then tripped again, only for him to hold onto you and prevent you from falling. You giggled, followed shortly by Tamaki chuckling with you.

You both went over to the balcony. The lights hit, and you saw Kanako and Toro. "Let us join together and announce that this couple has been chosen for the final waltz of the night." Tamaki announced.

He said something to her, squeezing his eyes shut and asking her for a dance. You snickered. "Why are you laughing?" Kaoru asked.

"I know he's trying his best, but he looks kinda goofy right now." All the hosts looked from you to them and smiled. "They're awesome together though."

"May this awkward couple be forever blessed!" Tamaki exclaimed.

Kyoya then stepped forward. "And now for the grand prize, a kiss from our royalty."

"Y/n with step in for Tamaki." Kaoru said with a banana peel in his hand.

"And the kiss with be for Toro Suzushima." Hikaru added with another banana peel in his hand.

Tamaki was shocked, and you turned to Kyoya. "I'm not gonna—"

"It'll lower your debt by a third."

"I mean it is just a peck." You smiled and headed down.

"Wha..." Tamaki said.

"Also," You said as you began walking down the stairs. "You guys need to work on your love letter skills, because that was embarring for me to read."

As you went down Suzushima saw you and gave you a surprised expression. "You..."

"Y/n," Kanako said. "Were you the girl with Toro?"

"Hi guys. We just needed to give you two a gentle nudge. I promise I'm not in love with Toro. And I'm really sorry and embarrassed they gave you that stupid letter. I didn't write any of that." You smiled at them.

He nodded. "Thank you."

You then looked at Kanako. "May I?"

"Sure. It'll mark the beginning of our relationship."

Up from the balcony, Tamaki was reaching out for you weakly. "I wonder if this is y/n-chan's first kiss?" Honey thought out loud.

This made Tamaki snap, and he began running to you. "Wait y/n~!"

He slipped on the twins' banana peels and accidentally pushed you, causing you to kiss Toro on the lips instead. Kyoya did say that a little accident would make the night a little more interesting.

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Protector ~ Embry Call

Word Count: 4100+

Request: "Can I request a embry call imagines where the reader y/n Is kinda shy and she is very scared around big crowds so she always holds onto a part of em and he loves protecting her! He imprinted but loved her before and she is pretty short I'm 5,2 so when she is behind him you can't see her! And a girl at her school is teasing her about being like embrys puppy following him everywhere and she gets shy and em feels her discomfort and steps in to comfort telling her to mind her own business. Thank you" by @cullens-stuff

A/n: This user has been so sweet to me even as I took AGES to write their (I don't know your pronouns I'm sorry) and I appreciate it SO MUCH so I was hella on top of this when I came back. This is my longest request by a long shot as I added a bit (because we stan a queen who can stand up for herself). Lol hope you like it hun!

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Embry and Y/n were those kids who everyone knew would end up getting married one day. He doted on her and she got hyper and attentive when he was around. He gave her anything she asked for, and in return she would take care of him. Whether it was him giving her a piggyback ride, or her braiding his hair because it was in his face, they were always doing things for each other and staying stuck to each other's sides and it seemed that the friendship would never end.

Then they grew up, as most kids do. Puberty hit and anxiety rose and Embry made other friends, and after a time they were less inseparable and more casual friends. This was good, in the end, as the slight distance allowed Embry to go from joking and childhood crushing to actually seeing how pretty and smart and caring Y/n was. He might have gotten rowdy while she got quiet and reserved. He might have gotten taller and taller when she stopped growing in the fifth grade. He might live life for adventure and adrenaline while Y/n preferred to stay home and half learn skills and watch tv. They might be different. But it didn't matter. Embry Call had a huge crush on Y/n and it was becoming painful to watch as he did nothing about it.

Predictably, Y/n found herself in a similar predicament. She loved his hugs and how he pulled her right off her feet when they hugged. She loved how he was never bothered by how she hovered and instead made sure was nearby- within arms reach if he could help it. She loved that when she cuddled up next to him she fit right into his side, and how when things scared her or the sun was really bright she could step behind Embry and he would cover her completely. She loved how safe and loved she felt with him. She loved how he would constantly ask her to play with his hair, even if he had it up and especially when he noticed she was nervous and needed something to do. She loved... him.

The worst part was: Y/n was afraid of everything. Crowds. Bugs. Tall people. Mean people. Food that tasted good but looked really gross. Strong people. Places she wasn't familiar with... It's not that she was a coward, she was just small. She reached 5'2 and was shy and quiet and easily spooked. She had a faint heart and a weak stomach. She was cute and small and soft- the kind of person you looked at and immediately thought: PROTECT AT ALL COST! Which of course made Embry even more wonderful as he swooped in time and time again to have her back when she was struggling again.

Long story short: She was the purest of beans and he was her knight in shining armor and never before in their teenage lives at the kids that were apart of the pair's daily life been more in love with a couple that simultaneously made them so frustrated.

With all the potential wasted by longing and no action, everyone else was suffering.

They were perfect for each other... but they were also completely oblivious to the other's affections.

That was cured, more or less, when Embry became a wolf. He had to leave her side for a while as he figured everything out, but then he made eye contact with her one day and imprinted on her and everything lined up perfectly. What came next was a slew of Embry at the peak of awkwardness as he tried to explain to her how he'd felt all this time and about the whole werewolf thing.

She'd sort of had a melt down at first as she tried to wrap her mind around it all, but didn't scream and run away as he'd expected so honestly she handled it pretty well. After she got used to the idea and they figured things out between them, it had been simple to move from that point to the next.

Now they were inseparable again, just like they'd been as children. She was glued to his side and he was attentively protective of her. She could be touched by nothing. Crowds a problem? They'd hold hands, or he'd put her on his shoulders or carry her or give her a piggyback ride. Anyone stepping up to her to cause problems? Embry was there. Wether they were being harmful or flirty, Embry was there. Bug problem? Emrby suddenly had lightning fast and one hundred percent accurate attacks. He could swat it out of the air, or guide it out a window and away from them. Dog on your heels? Let's see how long it lasts against Embry, the werewolf.

After a while of Embry stepping up to protect her, Y/n fell into an easy habit of just holding onto him. It allowed her to easily communicate when she was nervous- all she had to do was squeeze and he was ready and able. He couldn't always be there, but he did his best and really that's all Y/n could ask for.

People were shipping it more than ever. They were the sweetest couple, unphased by anything and so full of love.

Well, actually, almost everyone.

Marina Kyle was one of those girls who used beauty to get power. She had most boys wrapped around her finger, and knew how to keep the girls that could tear her down as friends. She was manipulative and smart and absolutely gorgeous. No one told her no and no one could take her down.

No one but Embry Call.

Which seemed to bug her endlessly.

When she was younger, she'd had a crush on Embry. She'd tried everything to get his attention, to no avail. She'd dismissed it after a while as him being uninterested in girls or being one of those people who didn't want to date until college. Then he started dating Y/n. The girl was pathetic in Marina's eyes. Absolutely pathetic. Y/n should have been learning how to survive on her own, conquering her fears and getting stronger instead of letting her weaknesses own her so much. She didn't deserve Embry Call- tall and strong and pretty. As if to rub salt in the wound, everyone LOVED THEM together. Everyone was psyched when they finally got together and for a significant amount of time, that's all anyone ever talked about.

Marina tried to let it go. She'd lost. Whatever. But Marine NEVER lost and it finally got to her and she snapped. She knew she couldn't ever get to Embry, but Y/n would only ne too easy. She waited for her moment then made her strike.

"Hey there," she purred, leaning against the wall next to Y/n's locker. School was over and Y/n was getting her stuff out to take home for tonight's homework. She paused when she saw Marina.

Y/n smiled sweetly. "Hi." She put her math book in her bag last, zipping it up and putting it on her back. She looked twelve. Small and young and ridiculous. Her smile was warm and her eyes were clear of any malintent. She was pure and Marina absolutely hated it. "Can I help you with something?"

Marina put on a fake smile. "Yeah, I was just wondering: how do do it?"

Immediately Y/n was confused. "Do what?"

"Get yourself a guard dog like Embry Call. I mean-" She grinned, sighing dreamily. "He's tall dark and handsome incarnate, and protects you from every little thing that goes bump in the night. Such dedication and he's hot? You have to let me in on your secret!" Y/n opens her mouth to defend herself but Marina leans closer, intimidating her so she doesn't get it out. "Come on sweetheart, us girls have to watch out for each other. How did you do it? Did you sleep with him?"

"What?" Y/n squeaked. "No-"

"Black mail him?"

"No!" Y/n insisted, her eyes wide as she gripped her backpack straps tightly. "Look, I can't help you. Embry isn't some muscle for hire, he's my boyfriend." She spoke very quietly, her words fumbling due to fear. Marina was feeding off of it.

The taller girl hummed, her finger touching her lips in faux thoughtfulness. "I guess he just pities you then."

Y/n's eyes went wide. "Wh-" The small girl broke off. With all her insecurities, the thought had occurred to her before. She'd been assured every time she brought it up so she'd finally dismissed it, but if someone else saw it too... Maybe Marina knew something Y/n didn't. "How do you figure?"

Marins tilted her head back and forth a few times,, as if considering. She had a smile on her face that made Y/n feel like she had a secret, and it would ruin Y/n's life. Y/n got the impression Marina was excited to use her power. "I mean, he's quite a catch. He's got to have plenty of girls begging for his attention. But you like him and you're so small and... cute." She reached out and softly pinched Y/n's cheek. "I'm sure he just sees you like a stray puppy." Marina pat Y/n's cheek ad the smaller girl flinched. "How could he say no when the only thing standing between you and every shadow on the street is him? You need a big strong man to watch your back everywhere you go or you'll break down in no time. You do seem to be afraid of EVERYTHING, after all." She leaned away, waving her hand as she looked away. Her complete lack of consideration for the damages her words were doing made Y/n feel like they were even more real. Even more honest. Like what she was saying had some real weight to them. Marina had spoken a lot of truth so far. Why wouldn't she be right about Embry's feelings toward her as well? "Do you miss him when he leaves at night or does he sneak in your room to protect you from the boogie man hiding in the darkness too?"

Y/n hated herself as she felt tears come to her eyes. "It's not like that."

Marine sighed, turning away. "Whatever you say, Sweetheart. Have a safe walk home! I'm sure you'll be fine with Embry watching your precious back." She walked a few steps to the corner that lead to another hallway before pausing to say one last thing. "If he's a guard dog, does that make you his puppy?" She laughed, leaning against the wall and watching Y/n look away, her eyes unable to meet Marina's.

"Are you really so pathetic that you have to tear people down to get what you want?" The laughter suddenly cut off and two girls turned, surprised, to see Embry Call himself. His usual smile was replaced by a glare. The sharp kind that dug and stabbed into Marina's very soul, making her mouth snap closed and her fingers interlace behind her back. The confidence she had before melted and she suddenly looked as nervous as Y/n usually was. Embry stepped closer to Marina. "Can't you ever mind your own business, Marina, or do you have to shove yourself into everything?"

"You don't have to protect me," Y/n snapped. Embry and Marina both looked to her now and both were surprised by the look of anger she had. She wasn't directing it at either of them but at herself as her eyes trained on her hands. She slowly looked up, stepping purposefully. She was shaking, obviously afraid and downtrodden but not giving into it for the first time in a long time. For the first time since she was little and had to force herself to walk by the house with the dogs who would bark at her every time. When she forced herself to walk slowly instead of run. She took shaky steps toward Marina, wiping the tears off of her face. "As much as I hate to hear it, Marina was right about a lot of things. You shouldn't have to keep such a close eye on me. You shouldn't have to protect me from literally everything." Y/n turned away. "I'm walking home today Embry. Don't wait up."

She walked away and Embry went after her, leaving Marina who leaned against the wall with ease now that the intimidating boy was gone. She smirked. She was winning.

Embry tried to get Y/n to listen to him, but Y/n wasn't having it. She eventually reaching into her bag for her headphones and once she put those on, Embry knew he had lost this fight. He stopped walking when she snapped at him to leave her alone, letting her keep going without him. She watched as she passed the same house they used to walk past as kids. The house with the loud dogs that made her jump. The house that made Embry smile, because it was the first time he'd ever had to put his arm around her and push her to the other side of him to put himself between her and something that scared her. The first time he'd made it known that he would always be there to have her back and protect her, even if all she really needed was comfort.

It didn't make him smile now. As she walked, the dogs went off and Embry stepped forward to run after her as she flinched. But then he froze as she solidified her stance and turned to the dogs to stare at them. They didn't stop barking but eventually her body relaxed and she turned away, walking calmly and unbothered by the big dogs and their unrelenting barking.

He had never seen her do that before.

Was he too overprotective? If she could face her fears like that and had simply learned to depend on him to deal with it, was he holding her back from being as brave as she could be?

When Y/n avoided him for the next week, he let it happen. She obviously needed some time and space and he was always willing to give it to her. If she needed time to find her own strength instead of depending on his, that was okay. He wanted her to be secure in herself as well as him and their relationship. He could protect her, but he could also let her protect herself... if she could. He hoped she was just okay.

Turns out, she was. She'd taken the week to really think about what Marina had said. To separate what had been real from what had just been mean. Y/n was weak. She was a tad pathetic. Especially recently. She faced her fears one at a time. She walked past those dogs every day. She watched scary movies and learned breathing techniques to deal with her anxiety properly. She went to the ocean and stood quite deeply in it. Maybe not deep for a normal person, but definitely for her. She let the waves push and pull at her and stood her ground. She went to the aquarium and walked through the tunnel with the sharks and moved slowly and purposefully, even when a really huge one swan right at her a second before swimming up. It had just been a swimming, but it was so big and she was so small and for a second it felt like it was coming for her life specifically. She didn't run though. Again and again she dealt with irrational fear with determination and proved to herself that she could protect herself. She could handle this. She could handle anything.

Well, not quite everything.

As much as irrational fears weren't a problem, real fears were. Like crowds. Being so small meant that she could easily get lost in a crowd and when she went to the dance that was jammed with people dancing and walking around she hadn't realized how easy it was for her to get knocked around and almost trampled until it was happening and she was near tears as she tripped and almost fell flat on her face.

A hand caught her arm and pulled her into a chest. She looked up to see Embry, his expression half worry and half pride. She felt the anxiety lift away from her as she smiled. She moved away from him, brushing off her dress a little and pushing a piece of hair behind her ear. "Thanks."

Embry chuckled. "Anytime, Princess."

The nickname made Y/n frown. It had been developed after Embry had been at Y/n's beck and call. He'd had her back so often that Y/n had jokingly called Embry her knight in shining armor. He'd responded with calling her his princess. It reminded her of how weak she was. She needed him...

No, she didn't. "I had it handled."

Embry frowned. "Y/n can I please talk to you outside?" She hesitated before nodding. They moved to a distant corner where no one could hear them. The night air was chilly but Y/n tried to play it off and even though Embry knew it was bothering her he knew that it would only cause problems for him to offer help so he didn't. He turned to her and she looked up at her. He sat down on a bench so he didn't tower over her so much. "You know I love you, right?"

Y/n sighed, rubbing the back of her neck. "Yeah." She shook her head. "But Marina was right about me needing you too much. I was weak."

"You're small, Y/n." She went to argue with him but he began speaking, cutting her off. "That isn't a bad thing, it just means that you can hurt a lot more easily. You can get pushed around. You're lighter and easier to physically move. You could have really gotten hurt in there." He scooted closer, trying to enunciate the truth in his words. "You're right. I've been overprotective forever because I was terrified of anyone hurting you. I'm probably even worse now that you're so much smaller than me and I have this whole imprint thing messing with my head. And I've noticed how you've been handling things recently. I'm so proud of you for learning to depend on yourself and being stronger and stuff- it's awesome! But there are time when you're going to need help. Hell, there are times when I need help. I'm a werewolf! But I'm also part of a pack, and for a reason. We all need each other to take down vampires. None of us could do it alone. Even in normal every day life, sometimes I have to go to one of my friends when something doesn't make sense to me or I've bit off more than I can chew. Sometimes I need y mom's advice for something I have no idea how to handle because I'm still so stupidly young." He exhaled sharply and Y/n realized for the first time that Embry Call was not unbreakable.

She moved closer to him, taking one of his large hands in two of her tiny ones. "I just want to be able to be there for you as much as you are for me."

Embry smiled. "Y/n, you are." She started, surprised. "You think I come over at 1am just because you're afraid of the dark?"

"I'm not afraid of the dark."

"Exactly." He smiled. "I go to you because I need your comfort. Because life is frustrating and confusing and hard and the only thing that makes sense sometimes is you and me. You might be small but when you pull me into a hug when we're cuddled on your bed and I burry my face in your neck and can't see anything and my senses are full of you, I feel completely at peace. You make me feel safe. You make me feel strong. When everything's out of control and terrifying and I feel like I can't do anything, I know that I can love you and that I can do it well and no one can do it better than me. You ground me. You straighten me out when I'm spiraling out of control." He pulled her closer and she melted at his touch. "I know that when I can't do anything to save my pack and I have to just sit there and wait for something to happen and hope it turns out okay, I can look at you or touch you or kiss you and you'll blush and melt and smile and be happy. I can protect you and you'll be safe." His eyes he been watering and now a tear fell. Y/n raised her hand to wipe it away and he leaned into her touch. "I depend on you too Y/n, and you let me. You handle every crazy thing I throw at you without hesitation or holding it against me. I put you in danger actively by dating you. Remember everything I told you about Bella Swan?" Y/n nodded. "If I made enemies like Edward and her did, they could come for you in a second- you know that right?" She paused before nodding. "And you're okay with that?"

She sighed. "I know you'll always protect me Embry. And you're not a such of an idiot as Edward Cullen is."

Embry sorted in amusement and Y/n smiled. He calmed. "You're amazing. Do you realize that?"

"I'm pretty cool," she agreed. He grinned. The old dropped a little as she got serious. "I just don't want to be weak either. And I was. I am."

Embry thought about that for a second. "We're all weak in some way or another."

"That's not-" she began.

"No I'm serious!" Embry insisted. "We all have a weakness, Y/n. Yours is just that you're short." She rolled her eyes and he chuckled. "Can you imagine it being something worse? Like..." He trailed off. "Like the smell of blood driving you so crazy that it forces you to kill innocent people?" She looked away, her expression dark. He touched her cheek, guiding her eyes to his. "Or being so insecure and desperate for attention that you'll tear apart two in love, happy people just to make yourself feel better about not having someone like that yourself?" Y/n recognized the bite at Marina and tied not to smirk. "I love you Y/n. And maybe you can have your own back- that's fine. But sometimes you're going to need help. Let me help you those times. Please."

She hesitated before nodding. "Yeah, okay." She waved her hand, pulling it out of Embry's grasp to mirror what Marina had done weeks ago. "I suppose I'll allow you to be my guard dog." She put on an airy tone and looked away, dramatically teasing. She looked back, winking. They both laughed.

The next day, Embry and Y/n were back on track and better than ever. Marina, who had been thriving under the stress between the two, was pissed to see them have everything figured out. To her knowledge, Y/n was just as weak as before. Just as dependent on Embry as before. And just as easy to break without him to puppy guard her.

So she went in for round two.

And Y/n shut her down immediately.

"GOD don't you have a life? Get over yourself Marina not all of us depend on other people to fill what we lack in ourselves." Marina stood there, mouth agape stunned. Y/n shook her head. "You know I should actually thank you. You're the reason I finally found some confidence for myself. You helped me are my relationship even better. If it wasn't for you, Embry and I might have run into some real problems and had to break up." Y/n popped up on her tiptoes, tapping Marina's cheek like Marina had her a while back. "Let me return the favor by saying this: get a life and stop trying to ruin mine." The smaller girl's attention moved to something behind Marina. "Aw, if it isn't the cute little dog himself." Embry chucked as she moved to his side, Marina turning to face them with that same stunned expression. Y/n kissed him on the cheek and they walked off, leaving Marina to her own thoughts.

She had lost. Really lost. And they wouldn't be bothered by her ever again.

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↬ pairing:. badboy!Jungkook × childhoodfriend!Reader

↬ synopsis:. ❝ Nevermind, I’ll find someone like you. I wish nothing but the best for you too. Don’t forget me, I beg. I remember you said; ‘sometimes it lasts in love. But sometimes it hurts instead.’ ❞

Or, alternatively:

↬ synopsis:. ❝ you and a handsome prince from a neighbouring kingdom team up to spin the worst fairytale the lands have ever laid their eyes upon. ❞

↬ word count:. 15.5k

↬ genre(s):. modern royalty!au, fake dating/fake marriage!au, childhood friends!au, angst, fluff, attempted humour

↬ rating:. pg-15

↬ warning(s):. cheating, suicide, language, alcohol, comatose, mental illness, disturbing scenes, rebounds, e.t.c.

↬ playlist:. play here!

▪ note:. this is a part of the royalty!au collab with my good friend, Addison @aesthetical-witch and I was very inspired by Tae’s cover of someone like you to make this!

CREDITS:

• Thank you soo much to Maggie @kimtaehyunq (requested from the BHQ Request Board) for the wonderful header!

• Thank you to my good friends Ruby @rubinora and Addi @aesthetical-witch for helping me edit and providing me with feedback!

Putting your phone next to you, you sigh and turn to lay on your stomach, your cheek against the soft mattress below you. You had just seen an exhausting text message from someone you did not want to meet right now. You’d be lying if you said Jungkook didn’t still get on your nerves for something stupid he did the last time you had a ‘get-together’. The boy, who you were friends with since you both came from a royal background and your kingdoms were basically next to each other, had drunk your last carton of banana milk.

Naturally, you both had taken a liking to the same drink, and as of currently, most of your ‘wars’ were a result of taking each other’s things and of course, drinking each other’s banana milk. Yes, it is quite idiotic to lose your shit over someone else drinking your milk, but you had every right to be mad at him and more.

In the text that he had sent you just a few minutes ago, he asked if you could meet him in your castle’s garden in a few minutes. You were feeling lazy as always, sitting in your bed, doing nothing, but you could not help but snicker that the guy had the audacity to ask you that when he took your banana milk. In fact, you believe he should be treating you, not asking you for any more favours than he already has. What would poor Jungkook do without you, you shake your head.

Getting up, you take off towards the gardens of your castle. Oh, and it wasn’t much of a castle in your opinion. It did lack some of the things a normal castle would have, like large towers. But you did consider it a mansion. Most called it a castle though, mostly because royal matters were handled here. Or so you thought, anyway, you shrug. You didn’t waste your time and as soon as you got out of your room, you rush down the halls, down the stairs, and through the large doors.

“Now where is he?” you frown. The garden was larger than one could imagine. In front of the gate to the inside of the ‘castle,’ your mother had decided to have a fountain built, and to the right and left, green, lush grass spread over quite a large chunk of land. You opted to go for the more secretive places. The boy must have driven off without his parents’ knowledge and decided to come here, and as far as you knew, if anyone would have seen him, you would have been informed.

You looked around, running in the gardens and squinting your eyes at every shadow you saw, then sighing because none of them belonged to Jungkook — they were mostly trees, occasionally some maid working here or there. But you did find the male soon enough. He was hiding at a corner of the garden where bushes surrounded almost every point. If you didn’t know Jungkook good enough, you would have guessed he was smart.

You run up to him, making sure no one saw you since that would likely be bad news. Whatever it had to be, Jungkook didn’t call you here for something good because it wouldn’t have to be this secretive. “Right,” you catch your breath, panting. “You better tell me something worth it because I feel like I just ran a marathon.” Running around your garden wasn’t easy, in your opinion. It took great will, certainly. “So I was right when I said that you’re just a pillow princess.“

You glare at Jungkook, brows furrowed. You had a bad history with him, you won’t lie. Yeah, he appeared to be quite handsome and even charming. Many girls would swoon over his gorgeous hair, his pretty face and his adorable dimples, and you wouldn’t even be surprised if he was ripped as hell. Being royalty and crown prince was just an added bonus, to be honest. But he was a brat with one big ego, and you knew that fact like the back of your hand.

The way he teased you made blood simmer in your veins. It made you go crazy. You felt beyond helpless when that happened. And you reminded yourself over and over again not to compliment him or his ego would only inflate more. And you considered that wasn’t healthy for him, even though he really did look good.

“Shut up and tell me what you want.” Maybe it was the fact that he spoke something really true and maybe you were a pillow princess so you wouldn’t even deny it, but it still offended you nonetheless. The nickname had been given to you when he had came over once and your mother had mentioned how you never leave your bed. Your mother really knew how to throw you under the bus, didn’t she? He chuckles, then begins to speak. “I have a request for you,” he says. You stop him right there, raising your hand in the air, gesturing him to kindly shut up. You were so done. “For fuck’s sake, Jeon Jungkook. I am not about to go through hell again just for you. Don’t you think you should act a little more independent, maybe? Maybe treat me to dinner first? I am not a 24/7 helper,” you frown, crossing your arms.

“Who taught you to curse?” oh. You might have gotten a little too angry. But who could’ve blamed you? Jungkook wasn’t your responsibility. You didn’t have to help him and you wouldn’t this time. You just had to make it clear and may have gone a little too far. You had tried to stop yourself from cursing in front of him so you’d keep your status, but of course, that didn’t mean that you didn’t actually curse.

“I am an independent adult. I can curse. Meanwhile…” you sigh, “you aren’t. You constantly need help from me. You’re crown prince, Jungkook! You’re supposed to be a little more mature than this.” He didn’t take any time to retort back. “Look who’s speaking. You’re not mature at all,” he says, and though his voice reflected anger, his expression remained calm.

“We’re not talking of me here! You’re the one who came here with a request!” you exclaim, turning your back to Jungkook. You had enough of helping Jungkook over and over, you were so tired of picking the pieces of his life back up and putting it together. He had to understand that you had a life too. You had your own problems to take care of. Any time he messed up, he’d have to come to you for help.

Like that one time, when he and some of his friends got drunk and you had to help them clean up even though none of it was your fault. And that one time when he had driven a little too fast when you were over at his ‘castle’ and then he crashed into that one shop in town. And to top off the humiliation, since he was too much of a pretty boy to own up to his mistake, you had to hold a conference to explain the situation to the media and paparazzi. Of all the people, you.

It was getting ridiculous at this point and your head wouldn’t wrap around it. You knew he was irresponsible and maybe even careless, but still! He was going to become the next king and the kingdom depended on him. The future of his subjects depended on him. How could he risk being so careless?

“I’m leaving if you have nothing better to say,” you sigh and take a step to leave, but he catches your wrist, pulling you back. You groan. “Jungkook, I’m a person with my own problems. I can’t always be helping you,” you turn around to look in his eyes. You could see stars in them if you gazed deeper.

“I get it. But I trust you enough to let you know that mother is planning an arranged marriage for me,” your brows furrow at his statement. “What… do you—?”

“But I’m dating someone already.”

Your eyes widen in surprise. You take a moment to let yourself digest the new information. He was dating someone?

Okay, you two were close but never tried to get into each other’s love lives, and in addition, the man in front of you didn’t look innocent whatsoever, so he must’ve at least dated someone. But for him to tell you like this, it hurt a little.

It reminds you of how you were growing up and leaving your childhoods behind. You two had known each other for quite a long time and gotten so comfortable with one another. But to think that someday, you’ll be standing beside a man and him beside some woman of his liking, and the fact that, that one day was coming very soon — it hurt. It hurt to lose your friend over some stupid thing like marriage.

“But she’s a commoner. You know mother is strict about that stuff and…” he bit his pink lip, “I need you to buy me some time.” You raise a brow, and his hand finds yours. He looks at you, his eyes searching for confirmation. “You need me to buy you time? How?” you frown, your feelings conflicted. You wanted to help, this was some dire situation and if he got married to someone he didn’t love, then… it wasn’t worth it.

At the same time, this proved to be very hard. His mother, though a fun one similar to yours, was stern when it came to relationships. Her trust was especially hard to earn. But she did grow affectionate towards you since you had been with Jungkook since you were little.

“I want you to pretend to be my girlfriend and slow things down a bit.“

You look at the man in disbelief, motionless. Did you hear correct? Yes, maybe your mother teased you about being married to Jungkook for some while now, and maybe it did sound reasonable, but why of all people, did he want you? Multiple girls were dying to be his girlfriend already, should he not give them a chance?

“But why me?” you finally ask, looking at him with mixed feelings. “You’re the only princess my family knows and trusts. It wouldn’t be weird if I was dating you at all.” You roll your eyes at the last statement. “Jungkook, it would be weird if I was dating you,” you correct him. “Well, to you, yeah, but I don’t consider it impossible,” he grins. You pull your hand away from his, punching his arm.

“You’re dating someone already, you idiot!” you exclaim, frowning. He chuckles. “I’m not cheating on her. I already told her, and she’s not on the best terms with it, but she agrees,” he says. “So you can date me.” You huff at his arrogance, crossing your arms. “You know this is trouble, right?” you furrow your brows. “Yeah, and I’m up for it. So are you up for it?” you roll your eyes at his reply.

"I think you just want a chance at fucking me if I’m to be completely honest with you.“

“I like your honest side.“

“You’re in a relationship!“

“With you, yeah.“

“Oh my God…” you sigh. You wondered who would date such an idiot. Then again, he is really handsome. Maybe you should be grateful for the opportunity.

———

You didn’t know when you agreed for it, but you just did and now you are dating Jeon Jungkook. You decided to tell your family about it that night at dinner, after discussing the details with Jungkook. Hyun-ae, who is his girlfriend as of currently, was a commoner he had met at an expensive club he had gone to.

She had garnered his interest and the two began dating in secret. They have been now dating for two years, though in private. Neither of them have shown any sign of getting the relationship to a different level, and they both need some time to relax and think of ways to finally bring the truth into the light without any prejudice taking place.

That is where you come in. You will pretend to be Jungkook’s girlfriend so his mother can stop finding suitors and give him some air to breathe, simultaneously giving him time to think of a plan. You will need to slow down the process as much as you can, making excuses to make sure that the wedding day does not approach. Because in the end, it’s not you who is going to get married to Jungkook. It’s Hyun-ae.

Or that’s what he told you about the plan.

It was wrong on many levels, and if you weren’t as dear to your families as you were, you both would receive great punishment for it — maybe even death. But it wasn’t going to go that far. It would be done in a few months at most. Or that’s what you told yourself, anyway.

Taking a seat at the dinner table, you smiled at your mother and father, and then looked towards your cheeky older brother, Seokjin. You liked to call him Jin for short. He is likely going to go ecstatic over the fact that you were dating someone and you didn’t tell him, and going to go absolutely feral when he hears that it is actually Jungkook who you are “dating”. He was quite the overprotective brother. You turn to your father, taking a deep breath, you begin to speak.

“I wanted to… talk about something important to me,” you try sounding like you are authentic, and you seem to be failing badly, but you keep on going, mustering up all the strength. You forget even eating your food for a while, instead, turning to look at your three family members one by one.

"I am dating someone… with whom I want to take my relationship to the next level.“ You were inexperienced and stupid for doing all of this. Multiple times you thought of backing out, but this was for Jungkook. You felt bad seeing how far you were going for him but he never even returned it. Or sometimes he did. But this was a big favor you were being asked. Your mother and father look at you with wide eyes, though Jin continues to eat, making sure to look up at you once in a while — making sure you know he’s listening too.

“I’m very sorry I didn’t mention him before,” you look at all of them one by one, “but I am in a serious relationship,” it hurt to lie to everyone like this. What fool would fall for your dramatic acting? Who knew… but you certainly had all of their attention now.

“Who is it…?” your mother asks very quietly, at least they weren’t objecting to it. You sigh heavily.

“Jungkook.“

Their expressions were something you couldn’t analyse. They were thoroughly surprised, yes, and at the same time, another emotion you couldn’t quite grasp — approval? You couldn’t put your finger on it, but maybe that was it. Jin stops eating to look at you instead.

”Jeon Jungkook? That one Jungkook you’re friends with?” you feel bad for playing like this, but what was done was done and you were doing this for Jungkook. “Which other Jungkook would I know?” you don’t know how exactly to react so you smile lightly at Jin, then look back towards your parents, who are still staring at you. “So… Jungkook recently told me that his mother is picking a girl for him…” you bite your bottom lip, “but she doesn’t know about us and—” you begin to speak, but your mother cuts you off.

“I’ll talk with her.” And what you don’t expect is the smile that’s on her face. Did you really just fool them like that? They believed you so easily. Was it this easy to lie? It left you with chills.

“In fact, you and your mother can leave for their kingdom in the morning. Make sure to tell Jungkook about it,” your father spoke up. Everything seemed to be going to plan. Jungkook did say he wanted you to visit the castle and that he’d tell his parents all of this too. So you supposed your job was done. But to think that you were fake-marrying your childhood friend, it all felt so wrong.

“I will…” you respond quietly and continue to eat dinner as nothing had transpired. You felt so bad for doing all of this. Seeing the smiles on your parents’ faces, the laughter of Jin — they didn’t think it was weird at all for you to marry Jungkook. So he was right. Maybe people could see you and Jungkook together. Childhood sweethearts, mayhaps? You still didn’t know how.

As soon as you finish dinner, you turn to leave to your room and tell Jungkook about everything.

[Y/N]: I told everyone. We’re coming tomorrow.

Your kingdoms were right next to each other. It was very easy to reach to his by car. Yes, it would take some hours but you considered travel fun. And you’d probably fall asleep in the car anyway. You thought about packing your things and decided to do that while you waited for Jungkook’s message.

You were done pretty quickly, you didn’t need to pack much. Some clothes here and there, and some other things you thought you’d need. You didn’t know how long you were staying there for, but if anything was needed, you know they could provide it for you at his place. You sank down on the bed and picked up your phone, which lit up while you were closing your bag. He was calling you.

“What is it now?” you ask, a little annoyed as you put the phone to your ears. “Are you mad because you have to actually work now, pillow princess?” you could practically hear him grinning. It wasn’t very nice. “Be grateful. I’m helping you. No one could do this,” you roll your eyes. He chuckles lightly, changing the topic. “How did your parents believe it though? You’re such a bad actor,” he queried. “Well, I’m not as bad as you think. Somehow. I did make them believe it.“

“Jungkook, you know this is trouble. What if they find out…? What if we get into trouble?” you frown, but he doesn’t seem to think of it in that way. You aren’t surprised. “It’s fine! Lighten up, pillow princess.” You huff, feeling anxious about the situation. Your mother and father — even Jin. They would all be so disappointed in you. You helped Jungkook marry a commoner.

“That’s because you get something good from this if it works out! You get to be with the love of your life while I get scarred forever,” you say hotly before your voice turns meek. You won’t be able to sleep tonight, thinking of all of this and freaking out over it. And Jungkook knows that fact too, knowing you well enough to pick up on it. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think of that.” Of course, he didn’t.

“Because you’re a self-obsessed bloke,” you reply dryly. He snickers a little, making you smile ever so lightly. “I guess I am. We’re in this together, Y/N. I never want you to be alone.” It was moments like these when you questioned why Jungkook made your heart skip a beat. Or why he even said things like these. Maybe he knew his words mattered a little more to you than you let on. Or perhaps he simply wanted to pull at your heart.

“Yeah, right,” you say quietly, “tell that to me when you get married to Hyun-ae and I still don’t get a boyfriend,” you smile despite your words, wanting to relive these moments when you grew older.

Time just passed so quickly. You never noticed when you became a teen, and then an adult, and now you’re supposed to get married soon — well, not really. You’re just faking it. But still, the actual day isn’t that far either. You’ll find someone soon enough. Or so you hoped.

“Anyway… I better get my beauty sleep now,” you hear him laugh into the phone. “What’s so funny with that?” you frown. “It’s nothing. I’ll see you tomorrow then. Good night.” You smile.

“Okay… Goodnight.“

“Yeah, goodnight.“

“Mhm, goodnight.“

“Goodnight.“

"God, just hang up already!” you exclaim, making him shout even louder. “You hang up!” that one hurt your ears badly. You groan. “Fine!” giving up, you end the call. Jungkook was the most annoying human being you had come across, but that didn’t mean you didn’t care for your friendship.

He was just a tease and a knuckle-head sometimes. Though you appreciated him for exactly that — being stupid. After getting ready for bed, you try to calm down your nerves and prepare yourself mentally for pretending to be Jungkook’s girlfriend. The words tasted bitter on your tongue.

It didn’t feel right to pretend like this, but you couldn’t do much than just following Jungkook and praying that everything will go well to a God you didn’t believe in.

Closing your eyes, you began wishing for a better tomorrow.

———

You didn’t even notice how you got into the car next day to drive away to Jungkook’s, but you simply guessed you did, and the next thing you knew was that you were approaching the borders of the ruled land. It was beautiful, just as thriving and prosperous as the last time you had seen it.

From the window of the limousine, you could see the merchants and traders, the millions of shops that lined the roads. Even the townspeople were friendly, you had known since they were always very sincere and understanding of Jungkook’s mistakes.

The residential area was your favourite. You loved seeing their green gardens even though they were very small in comparison to the one you knew. The colourful roofs of the houses always brought a smile on your face. The rule was well-established under Jungkook’s parents, and you just hoped he could continue it. You had high hopes for him.

The car steadily made its way to the castle, prior to stopping a little way before it. You got out of the car alongside your mother, slightly nervous. You had almost forgotten what you were here for. Some guards made sure of your identities before they escorted you to the door and took your luggage inside, while Jungkook, his younger brother, Junghyun and his parents were standing in the foyer.

Your father hadn’t come, for he had some important businesses to take care of. You didn’t think ruling was easy, so he was justified. Jin stayed behind too, accompanying your father like the crown prince he is and learning the art of kingship.

Meanwhile, you were agreeing to be fake-married to your childhood friend. You sigh, then help yourself to a plastered smile as you approach the family. You and your mother curtsy and you let your mother do the talking. You weren’t here to embarrass yourself, that’s for sure. You look towards Junghyun and Jungkook, who are both looking towards you. You give them a light smile, but your eyes just seem to be moving back to Jungkook. You do hope what you’re doing is right.

“Ah, Y/N, why don’t you and the boys talk for a bit while we do too?” Jungkook’s mother addresses, making you nod furiously. You are guided inside by the two brothers while your mother and their parents walk towards the living room. It dawns over you that you’re supposed to act like a couple since Junghyun is here and even he doesn’t know of the truth, so your hand just finds Jungkook’s.

Holding your hand, Jungkook leads you towards his bedroom gently. Junghyun follows alongside you, apparently just as fooled as his parents, talking of all the memories you three had made. He wasn’t wrong; certainly, you had spent your childhood with Jungkook and Junghyun. Junghyun wasn’t much younger than Jungkook, but a difference of some years still remained, though most went unnoticed, seeing as Jungkook was just so unexplainably youthful.

“Or that one time when Jungkook stole your chocolate and you started crying?” Junghyun chuckles, but you need not be reminded of the moments you had cried. All for some chocolate and all because of a bratty Jeon Jungkook. You roll your eyes.

“Please~! I don’t want to remember that. I cried for this jerk—” you catch yourself just in time before you say something else. Junghyun looks at you, a bit startled. But before you say something to justify yourself, he simply laughs again.

“It’s good to see that you haven’t lost your fun relationship with him. You’ve just made it stronger.” You nod wearily at his words, smiling while your heart wrenches at seeing the world be fooled. “Tell me, how did you fall in love with my dimwit of a brother? He really is lucky to have you—"

"That’s enough, isn’t it, Junghyun?” for the first time in a while, Jungkook spoke up in the conversation. “But I do want to know!” Junghyun frowns.

You laugh at his adorable expression. When you were near a cute Junghyun, you doubted anyone could ever reject his request. You begin to speak, even though you held no particular feelings towards Jungkook himself in that way. “I’ll tell you,” you smile, “your brother,” you hold onto his hand a little tighter while you think.

“Your brother is a softie. Even though he looks like the type of person to fight you if you wake him up when he doesn’t want to be.” Junghyun chuckles lightly at your words. “Is he? He’s never that way towards me,” you felt how Jungkook’s fingers intertwined with yours. Was it a signal to stop, or maybe keep going? Or did you really say something true? You didn’t pick up on that one.

“He is,” you reply with a quick smile, before Jungkook stops in his tracks, making you stop too. “We’re here,” the male speaks and then turns around to Junghyun. “Your job is done. Thank you for accompanying Y/N. I’ll be taking her now,” the grin on Jungkook’s face did tug at your heart, you weren’t going to lie. Junghyun did protest like a little child, but he left soon enough.

By that time, you were sitting on Jungkook’s bed, waiting for Jungkook to close the door so you could talk to him about the whole situation.

“You okay?” he asks, coming to sit down next to you after closing the door. “I’m fine. Just…” maybe it was for the fact that you were pretending to be Jungkook’s girlfriend. Maybe that’s why you flinched whenever he came close to you, maybe that’s why you felt so different being in his room, despite being here countless times before.

“I’m just tired. There’s no good ending to this, Jungkook… I’m tired,” you look towards him, suddenly tears flood your eyes. You don’t know why you are suddenly on the verge of crying. Maybe it’s because you were pretending?

“I see those happy expressions on my parents’ faces… they don’t fake it, Jungkook,” his expression softens at your words. A little part of you knew that your tears were Jungkook’s weakness. Whenever you didn’t feel good, he’d get incredibly worried. You didn’t cry as much in front of him anymore, but you hoped that he didn’t change. That he still cared for you, even if a little bit. That’s what you hated about growing up, you would have other people in your heart, and Jungkook would have others. You wouldn’t care as much for each other anymore. And that fact scared you.

Seeing you act so small, Jungkook couldn’t believe his eyes. He puts your head against his chest, hugging you side-ways. He didn’t know you were so pressured by his request. It wasn’t something small and he wouldn’t trust anyone but you with it. He did care a lot for you. And he wanted you to know that, even if he acted like an imprudent, idiotic friend sometimes. He had asked a little too much of you and he was coming to understand that. But the damage had been done.

How could he reverse the action? There was no way. You were stuck with him till he revealed the truth, and the mere thought of you crying hurt him. It was painful to see you cry, even for an over-confident, cold person like Jungkook. He had made you cry, just because he was too scared to tell his family the truth, and he was scared he might not be accepted for dating someone that wasn’t of a noble or royal family.

He would try to tell the truth very soon, he promised to you mentally. He would do anything, to tell the truth when the right time comes. He just hoped you were willing to wait for that long.

“Shh,” he hushes, running his hand through your hair in gentle strokes. You smiled a little. At least you had someone. It was better than being alone. “I know that. I know and I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry for asking you something like this. Hyun-ae and I just weren’t ready. And what I did makes me look like a complete idiot, so I’m very sorry for being so inconsiderate towards you. I really… appreciate that you’re going this far for me."

Your efforts, at least, were recognised. That is what made it all the better. The door was being knocked on.

While you made sure your make-up was intact, Jungkook opens the door. It’s Junghyun’s voice from what you can hear. "Fine,” Jungkook says, closing the door and turning to you. You raise a brow, wondering what’s the problem now. “Mother wants us to talk to the media and announce our marriage. They agree with it."

The way he spoke the words made your cheeks taint with pink. You weren’t expecting it to be so soon, but your families knew each other very well, so it was no surprise. You were really going to fool the world now. It was happening, and the nerves instantly came back from last night.

Taking a deep breath as you fixed the last of your make-up and took a final look in the mirror after your breakdown, you turn towards Jungkook.

"Okay. Let’s go.”

By the time you were standing in front of the crowd of reporters and paparazzi, your nerves had taken complete control of you.

Jungkook’s and your mother explained the situation to the media while you stood a little to the side, your hand in Jungkook’s. He said it would emphasise the relationship, but you weren’t very sure of that. You just wished he knew the risks.

“When are you planning to hold the wedding?” one reporter asks, his voice ringed out the loudest. Sometimes, when they thought you weren’t looking, the paparazzi would take a picture of your intertwined hand with Jungkook. Everyone’s eyes turn expectantly at his mother at the question.

“I’m scared,” you whisper to Jungkook, hoping he hears.

It wasn’t like voicing out your emotions rid you of the situation, but it did make you feel better when Jungkook squeezed your hand. “It’s okay… calm down.” Jungkook’s mother thought quietly for a moment.

“The wedding date hasn’t been decided as of yet, but it will take place as soon as possible — it depends on the preparations. But I’d say very soon.” You didn’t know what very soon meant, but you doubt it was good for the plan.

“Could we have a picture of the couple?”

Your cheeks turn pink at the word, flustering you. Maybe you’d never get used to this till it ends.

You did find the idea of having a partner nice, but Jungkook as that partner? You had never thought about him that way. But then again, you guess it wasn’t that impossible to think of your relationship accelerating. The way he genuinely laughs, the smile on his dimpled face, the fact that he does care for you — it all ignited this small fire inside you. Maybe being his partner wasn’t that far off.

Jungkook’s mother nodded to the question, and all the cameras had turned towards you and Jungkook before you knew it. “Are we going to pose or—?” you ask hastily, making him look to you with a light smile. For the first time, you hope that the smile meant something more than just a mask.

Putting his arm around your waist, his lips catch yours unexpectedly. For the sake of the plan, you close your eyes and try not to act surprised, but you didn’t deny the fact that your heart was racing. His soft lips, and the way he smiles ever so sweetly while kissing you, it all starts to become so precious to you. You were wrong when you thought about who’d want to be his girlfriend — who wouldn’t want to be his girlfriend?

The kiss, gentle and at the same time, passionate, lasted longer than you had expected it to. Probably because there were a lot of cameras and he wanted to make sure they all got a picture. You didn’t mind it at all though. Dare you say it, you loved it. It was like a little taste of something you had never tasted before. It left you wanting more, even if it was only a little bit you’d receive. But you were going to hold a grudge against him and yourself for this one. He had a girlfriend, already, for God’s sake.

“Do tell us what it is you love about princess Y/N?"

The question must have caught both of you out of the blue, because you turn to each other at the same time. Everyone turns to you two, and in the heat of the moment, Jungkook decides to speak up. "I love Y/N. We’ve had so many memories together. Spent our whole lives next to each other, basically,” you had been freaking out on the inside till he had started speaking. Thankfully, no one seemed to get that from the plastered smile on your face.

“I love us. I love how she is so caring and helpful. She might be a bit annoying at times,” you elbow him, “but I love that side of her too. She’s the most precious to me.” You couldn’t help but take the words to heart. Now you desperately wanted to hear “I love Y/N” from his lips over and over again — but that would never happen. You were just getting your hopes up, and Jungkook was practically begging you to do that.

“What do you think about the crown prince?"

You start to fluster, trying to think of words. Why did they have to know all of this? You were going to make sure that on your real wedding announcement, these questions would be banned — why did it hurt when you labelled this relationship as fake? You were only taking this logically. The heart was naive.

"I think that Jungkook is great.” You try to come up with more, turning quiet. Jungkook’s hand finds yours again, intertwining once more. But why did it matter so much now? “He’s funny and energetic. He helps me loosen up. I…” you bite your lower lip, not able to say what you thought of. If you said “I love him,” would it stand out to him like it stood out to you?

“He’s the… most amazing person and I couldn’t ask for anyone better."

———

You slump down on the bed on your stomach as you reach Jungkook’s room after the horrible announcement, him following behind you. "You’re that tired, pillow princess?” you hear him say, and even if you can’t look at his face, you’re so sure he has that grin on his face like always.

You groan, turning to lay on your back. “I’m not tired. Do you know how horrible it went?"

"It went perfectly. Everyone thinks we’re dating. Now what you need to do,” he says as he leans down on the bed alongside you, “is to keep it going. Mother is really keen on having me take over the throne this year. Which, I suppose you know the rules, but you have to have a queen for that. Hence the rushed wedding. She says the engagement isn’t very important."

"But it is—” you cut in, though Jungkook doesn’t acknowledge the sudden interruption. “I agree with her. Do you want us to be legally bound before the wedding? Did you forget the actual plan?” you sigh. He was right. In the end, it wasn’t you who was going to get married to him. It was Hyun-ae.

“Right. You’re right. Why did you need this time anyway?” you ask, turning to Jungkook. You had totally forgotten about the kiss, but now remembering it, you couldn’t just pretend that it didn’t happen.

You were going to ask him about that too. “Hyun-ae needs to talk with her family about everything. I have to, too. I don’t know how to approach them right now… you know?” he answers calmly. “I almost feel like I’m being used."

Jungkook looks at you, then sighs. He pulls himself up to look over you. You feel a little exposed, but if this plan were to go smoothly, you had to be a good sport about it and help Jungkook. Even though he didn’t do anything back for you. If not for Jungkook himself, then for the bond you shared. It had to go this way.

"I’m sorry again.” The simple apology made you feel a little sad. “Not that I mind being used,” you laugh, sitting up. You realise how weird it sounds and shrug a little. “I mean… it’s good to be of use, right…? Help your friends?” you smile lightly at him, making him shake his head. “You’re too nice for your own good,” he says quietly, making you giggle. “That’s the first time I’ve heard it from you. Glad to know my efforts actually matter!"

"Your efforts do matter. Yes, maybe sometimes, I’m ignorant of the fact that you’ve saved my ass countless times, but I appreciate you. Please know that,” he smiles a little your way, making you smile back. Your thoughts wander back to the kiss, which still makes your heart race. Maybe it’s because you have never kissed Jungkook. Whatever the reason, your mind couldn’t wrap itself around the way his lips felt on yours.

A little part of you wanted to experience that feeling again, but that was wrong and you weren’t asking a taken man to kiss you. That was stupid, not to mention, awkward.

“So the kiss… Jungkook,” you can see how he tenses up at you bringing up the topic. It worries you. “You have a girlfriend."

"I know.”

“But you still kissed me."

"I know.”

“Why?” you ask bleakly, looking at him and hoping to receive the same back, but he doesn’t turn towards you. The air just gets a little chilly. It makes you nervous. “I had to make them believe us. Hyun-ae will understand. I know you hated it. I’m very sorry for that too,” you shake your head at his words. Choosing to ignore that he said you hated the kiss, you sigh.

“It’s fine. But you should check up with Hyun-ae. She’d feel very bad if you didn’t approach her about this."

You’d feel bad if you saw in the news that your boyfriend had kissed someone else and they were going to get married soon — even though it was fake and you knew. You’d still want your boyfriend to tell you about it, reassure the fact he still loved you. Hyun-ae was the victim in this situation, not you — having seen her boyfriend kissing someone she didn’t know all over the place, hearing it from everyone in town, yet still being able to do nothing about it, because she was not in the position to. You felt bad for her.

"You’re right… I’ll call her,” Jungkook gets up, taking his phone and leaving the room.

It felt a little empty without him, especially as it was his room. You had been here multiple times, but maybe it was his presence you wanted most. You shake your head. If you pretend to fall for Jungkook, maybe it will happen. And you didn’t want to fall for someone you couldn’t have.

Someone, who is so dear to you. It would just put both of you in trouble. And you wanted him to be married to someone he loved — that someone wasn’t you and you had to accept it.

———

Before you knew it, it was dinner time.

Jungkook had talked with Hyun-ae, and initially, she had been a little angry, but thankful that Jungkook had talked it out with her, so things were settled soon enough. Or that’s what you were told, anyway.

You sat down at the royal table to eat. It was a little larger than yours back at home, but nonetheless, the food looked delicious and you couldn’t wait to dig in. Midway through the dinner, Jungkook’s father spoke up.

“I believe that it would be good if you two spent more time looking around the kingdom together. Jungkook could show you the famous sites,” his father turns to you, and you give him a slight nod with a smile. Wonderful — more time to spend with the annoying Jeon Jungkook. You turn towards the said boy, who seems to be eating his dinner quietly. Very unlike himself.

“That works… and about the rooms,” you say, starting to play with your food out of nervousness. “Where will I sleep?” you ask quietly, though everyone seems to hear it loud and clear. Jungkook turns to you instantly, and you could see the worry in his eyes. Worry for what, you did not know. “Room? Won’t you sleep in Jungkook’s room?” his mother speaks, making you bite your tongue. You shouldn’t have said that. But you didn’t want to share the room with Jungkook. That would be awkward.

“I was thinking of that, I just—” you bite your bottom lip, then shake your head. There was no explaining it. If you didn’t shut up now then everyone would catch on. “It’s fine, I’ll share the room with Jungkook,” and you supposed the bed, but you hoped it wouldn’t be the case. “Anywho, when are we going to visit the sites?” you change the topic abruptly, mustering a smile.

You did not dare to look at Jungkook.

After dinner, you opted to spend time in Jungkook’s room. Clearing your head, you stood at the balcony near the railing. Jungkook’s father had decided that you’d be going to visit the famous sites tomorrow. It was certainly going to be interesting, seeing as Jungkook showed no liking to things like that. He’d probably take you to a fun ride instead. Or so you hoped, because you had no interest in seeing famous sites and learning their names either.

Sometimes you and Jungkook were two peas in a pod, and sometimes he felt like your polar opposite.

Everything was so hard to digest. Why were you agreeing to his plans, you didn’t even know the full tale. In the end, you knew it would give nothing but pain. So why did you agree?

You thought it was because you were trying to be a good friend. You had known Jungkook for so long. You appreciated whatever you had with him, and you supposed that was why. You wanted him to marry his love. And at the same time, losing him to Hyun-ae felt like hell.

Ultimately, that was his happiness. So you wanted him to marry the love of his life. The thought brought a smile to your face. But still, your heart wrenched. It was melancholic — you loved the thought of it, but you couldn’t see him getting married. Because that meant you were growing up. You wouldn’t be around each other anymore. Responsibilities would be burdening you. And in the end, the ties would be cut.

Well, not cut. They’d fade away. Time took everything from you. From everyone. But especially from you. You didn’t want to lose your friend to something as idiotic as marriage. You were surprised initially that he was even settling down — Jeon Jungkook was settling down for someone. Out of all the things you expected, that wasn’t one of them. He must really love her.

You wished you could experience that kind of feeling. Unconditional, pure love for someone. Wanting to be with them so bad. But whenever you thought about that, you’d just feel lost. There was no one you felt something like that for.

"What are you thinking of?“ Jungkook’s voice rings in your ear, making your thoughts disappear. "Just the… whole thing. About you marrying Hyun-ae,” you wonder if it came out wrong. If Jungkook would be mad at you for putting it that way. If he was offended. But he wasn’t. Instead, he approached you quietly, now standing alongside you.

“What do you mean?” you sigh at his question. “I meant… This is stupid,” you groan, unable to put your thoughts into words. “What I mean is… I don’t want to lose my friend. I am scared that… when you’ll get married… you’ll leave me. And seeing how things are going, I don’t think our kingdoms will be friends for much longer. We’re fooling everyone, Jungkook. They believe our lies,” you turn to him. It wasn’t a frown that you had on your face, it was fear for the future.

It was like a river was rushing through your head and heart. A bunch of emotions colliding with each other, washing away your comfort and peace. You were beyond scared. You had always imagined spending the rest of your life with Jungkook — but that was always as friends. Now, you weren’t sure what you were anymore.

“Imagine the chaos and betrayal. Everyone will lose their trust in us. They will make fun of you. Fun of me. Fun of our families. And you’re doing this just because… what? You want a common girl?” the sentence came out harsher than you wanted it to be. Jungkook turns his head to you. You could feel poison seeping out of his eyes for a moment. It hurt you more than it should’ve.

“Don’t speak of Hyun-ae like that.” You sigh, nodding sarcastically. “Right. And you tell me who should I speak of like that? You or Hyun-ae? You’re both behind this! You’re ruining everything. You’re ruining your life, you’re ruining your future rule, and you’re ruining my life too!” you exclaim. “Keep it down or they’ll hear us,” Jungkook mutters.

“I’m a victim in this situation!” you speak even louder. “I’m scared for my life! I deserve to speak as much as I want. However loud I want. Do you know what you’ve put me through?! What I have to do?! All this pretending, these lies,” you stop to catch your breath, hands trembling. “It’s not going to end good, Jungkook. It’s not going to end well. Your plans are bound to fail, like always.” You were initially surprised that you spoke this far without getting interrupted. Jungkook didn’t speak up.

“You’ve ruined me. For once, at least once… be my saviour like I’ve been yours.”

You didn’t speak to each other that night after that.

He was your ride or die. He had never put anyone above you. But now it was clear. It was clear that he didn’t care for your life anymore — he had Hyun-ae now. He had her love and he didn’t mind whatever happened to your friendship. With those thoughts, you cried yourself to sleep that night on the bed.

———

It was day one of sight-seeing. Or more like, site-seeing. Jungkook had made himself comfortable on the floor last night. You woke up to find him laying on the ground, sound asleep. At first, you were shocked, but remembering the events of last night, the sorrow and tension just returned to you.

You shook him awake, and he retorted at first like he always did, but in the end, he did get up.

He was now going through his closet, trying to pick an outfit. It reminded you of how you still hadn’t unpacked. Your luggage had been put in Jungkook’s room and looking over your shoulder, you could see the two bags you had packed. They were small and cute, pink in colour. They stood out in the room, which was mostly of golden and brown hues.

The truth was that you were afraid of talking to Jungkook. Seeing as he didn’t care enough to initiate the conversation, it made you nervous. Had he really taken all of those things to heart? More importantly, you were asking yourself if you really did mean everything you had said.

Were you mad at him or was it the frustration of pretending to be something, someone you’re not?

Mentally telling yourself ‘screw it,’ you turn to Jungkook and clear your throat to gain his attention. He doesn’t stop looking for clothes through his wardrobe, but you saw him flinch ever so slightly when you did make a sound. You were going to say sorry. But was it really your fault?

You wondered why you were even saying sorry when it wasn’t even your fault. If anything, it was Jungkook’s. And Hyun-ae’s, someone that you hadn’t even met yet, but still she was ruining your life. You dismissed yourself again. You had to be a good friend.

“…I’m sorry about last night…” you begin speaking, making him stop in his actions. His face was hidden behind his arm, so you couldn’t see his expression. You were feeling really sick now. “I’m sorry about whatever I said,” even though it was all correct, “it was very inconsiderate of me,” it was very inconsiderate of him to ask you to do all this, “and I’m really at fault. I mean it.” You didn’t mean it.

He turns to you with a sigh, then sits down next to you on the bed. “It's… it’s fine. I know you wouldn’t mean those types of things, I just…” he bites his lower lip, clearly confused about his own emotions. “You just got defensive?” you ask bitterly, making him frantically shake his head. He stayed quiet for a moment. “Maybe you’re right — yeah — I guess…” he gives in, nodding lightly.

You click your tongue, “you know fights aren’t worth it. Let’s just… forget it, ‘kay? That never happened, okay?” you smile at him, he looks at you with uncertainty before he gives you a bright smile back. Bright just like himself. That’s one thing you loved about your friendship: you made up quickly. You loved that smile. You loved his laugh, the genuine one.

He was sarcastic and stupid, he did things that were, otherwise, outright reckless, but you loved that too. It was what made him… well, him.

That day was spent around the popular sites of the kingdom — he showed you a clocktower that was made by his great-grandfather. It reminded you of Big Ben, which was in England.

Next, you were shown the royal museum that held the edicts and some artefacts, which were used by the royal family. Some were swords used in ancient wars, some were cups of gold used by the previous kings, and the proclamations of some rulers were inscribed on scrolls.

You were shown around a lot of historical monuments too. It was quite boring, to be honest, and Jungkook’s father had one of the noblemen show you and tell you everything, so you couldn’t even do something fun. At least Jungkook’s snarky comments saved the day.

———

Day two had been switched up by Jungkook. He had told his father that ‘enough was enough’ and he ‘wanted to do something more fun’. So you guessed that’s how you got to the amusement park you were at now.

It was the largest one in his kingdom, no doubt quite expensive, with the rides you had seen. It was nicely decorated, with banners and streamers. Almost like a birthday party. But maybe the sight would’ve been more colourful if the paparazzi hadn’t swarmed you, shoving the cameras in your faces.

You held Jungkook’s hand tightly as you ventured through the crowd. You never knew Jungkook was good at archery. But apparently, he was. It was a little minigame and if you could hit all the points on the several boards, you could choose what prize you wanted — they were all plushies.

When he did hit all the points, he offered you to choose the prize for yourself. You knew exactly what you wanted. The cute pink bunny, which in the end, was named Cooky by Jungkook. Ironic.

You went on a rollercoaster next. It would be an understatement to say you were screaming all the way. Jungkook was surprised that your voice could even reach that high. “Only if you put me on a rollercoaster or put a cockroach on me,” you had replied, making him laugh as he dragged you to the next ride.

But you wished you had known that one ride could make you scream like no other.

It was a ship. A ship dangling in the air. Now you were told that it would swing forward and backward in the air, but that didn’t explain the horror enough.

“Jungkook, for the love of God, I swear I’ll give you all the banana milk you want, please don’t let me go, please don’t let me go, I’m gonna die—!” maybe you had forgotten to mention that those kinds of rides made you sick. Any time the ship swung forward was the mania. You felt like it would throw you out of it. You were clinging to Jungkook for your dear life, with him holding Cooky alongside you.

You felt like you’d die. Any time it swung backwards, you’d get the time to breathe and calm down, then prepare yourself for the next forward swing, but of course, you could never be prepared enough. In the end, you’d always scream your lungs out. Thankfully, Jungkook held onto you securely the whole time.

"It’s okay, it’s okay!” you heard his laugh follow. Your arms were around his thin waist, making sure you wouldn’t fall off. You felt like you were flying but it was worse. You were just praying you wouldn’t fall out and die.

At least Jungkook managed to whisper affirmative words, and you were able to catch a few in the loud wind. “It’ll be fine, I’m with you, it’s okay… I’m with you,” he kept on repeating. You were glad when the ride was over, and you had to be supported by a laughing Jungkook as you were quite dizzy after all that.

Your brain was buzzing and you couldn’t even see properly. In fact, you were shaking in your boots. That was the worst time of your life. And you never wanted to experience it again.

To calm things down a bit, Jungkook decided to go on the Ferris wheel next. Cooky was given to you and you hugged it the whole way to the ride. Getting into your cabin, you were finally able to take a breath of relief and organise your thoughts. Your hair was a bit of a mess, so you fixed that as best as you could. You still hugged Cooky tightly though. You were scared.

"The sunset’s pretty,“ you couldn’t believe the day had gone so fast as you spoke. Sunsets were always pretty romantic, so mentioning that just made you nervous. Jungkook smiled softly, nodding to your words. Seeing that smile on his face, it just made you feel all giddy.

At some point during the ride, the question turned from ‘why could everyone see you as a real couple’ to ‘who wouldn’t call you two a couple?‘

You were falling deeper and deeper into the abyss that was Jungkook. Yes, he was foolish and he made decisions even if he knew that they would result in bad things happening. He wasn’t the smartest, but his smile was adorable. His laugh was adorable. The way he held you was something you had started to like a lot more. You really did love everything he did — so were you in love?

No, of course not… or you thought. He had a girlfriend and it was stupid to be in love with a taken man. But he did ask you to act like his soon-to-be wife, so you were just going to use that to your advantage. Maybe you couldn’t be with him, but the moments you two had were precious to you.

And if you could have more of those, then you were satisfied. Love hurt and it didn’t always work out. And that was fine, so you wouldn’t try to make him fall for you.

You were sure that if he was meant to do that, then it could’ve been done a lot more sooner — before Hyun-ae had come into the picture.

"I really like it too.” His reply made you lose your train of thought. You smiled at him as he stared in the distance, looking a lot calmer than usual. Maybe the possibility of falling in love with your childhood friend wasn’t that low.

The kiss came back to you, memories of his soft lips flooding your mind. Heat rose to your cheeks, so you opted to conceal your blushing face by hiding it behind the giant pink bunny that was Cooky.

Maybe you wouldn’t mind falling for Jeon Jungkook.

———

Each and every day, you felt like you were falling more and more for his beautiful smile. His oblivious laugh. His sparkling eyes. He may have been intimidating, but he was the softest person you knew. He was caring and gentle.

He was protective of those he cared for. Just like you. Just like Hyun-ae.

At one point, you had told yourself to stop falling for him. Like it was even possible. But still, you distanced yourself from him. Or you had tried to. You had told yourself that he was taken, it was stupid to fall for him, you couldn’t do it. You couldn’t bear being hurt. But the heart never listened to anyone. You just felt yourself wanting more and more from him.

You had always thought that your ‘soulmate’ must be out there somewhere, just waiting for you to come along. But now that you were falling deeper into the spiral, it eventually changed to ‘my soulmate lives in the kingdom next to mine and we’re ‘best friends’.’

But that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. It hurt. It hurt so much. It killed you inside when you realised you couldn’t be with him. It absolutely devastated you. You hated it. But at the same time, you were happy. Wasn’t that love? Being happy because your loved one is. Smiling because he smiled. Laughing because he laughed. Living because he did. That was certainly how you felt.

"Tonight, we’re going out,” Jungkook says one unexpected night. You look at him with furrowed brows, confused. You had been continuing the site-seeing but you hadn’t been out at night. “Why? Where?” you blurt out, caught off-guard by the sudden exclamation.

Jungkook shifts closer to you hastily. “We’re alone, Guk. Seriously. No one is going to overhear you. We’re in your room,” you roll your eyes, but you don’t forget that your heart is racing because of how close he is to you. “We’re going to the club tonight.”

The seductive whisper wasn’t even the thing that sent chills down your spine. It was the fact that you were going to the club. And if you didn’t know better, you would’ve asked which club, but you knew it was the one Hyun-ae worked at. You felt a little unready for the whole occasion, to be honest.

“I— but what about your parents? What will we tell them?” you ask nervously, making Jungkook chuckle. Who were you kidding, he had probably taken care of that. He was just the best when it came to the worst things.

“Junghyun will take care of it. I told him to make up an excuse. He doesn’t know which club we’re going at anyway. Neither does he know about Hyun-ae,” you couldn’t ignore how sweetly he pronounced her name. Like she was something so precious, just an absolute treasure to him. You wished he called you like that.

“Okay.”

So that’s how you got to the club. It was jammed with people. You guessed that common clubs would be even more jammed. You saw people of high status dancing to the beat of the music on the dance floor, some had their lips on others’, some were downing glasses by the second. The overall situation was just sensual.

“This way,” with your hand in Jungkook’s, you were led to the bar where Hyun-ae worked at.

“Jungkook!” she was beautiful. In the dim lighting, you couldn’t see her especially well, but she was drop-dead gorgeous from what you did see. If you weren’t aware of her social status, you may have thought she was a princess working at a bar or something. Her voice was soft but clear, it was like music to your ears.

You were taken to a more secluded corner of the club, where Jungkook’s hand left yours. You felt yourself missing the touch instantly. He stood next to Hyun-ae now. Of course, she was his main priority. You were guessing the night was going to be a long one.

“So you’re Y/N?” you nod to her words, before realising that she probably couldn’t see that well either and decide to speak up. “Yeah,” you say. A little piece of your heart was on fire right now. It was hurting so much. This was the girl he was going to marry. After everything, she was the end goal. You bite your lip in an effort not to break down. You kept telling yourself you were happy for him.

But you weren’t. You were hurt. You wanted him to always be there like he had. You were being selfish and you hoped he’d forgive you for it. “It’s great to meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you from Jungkook,” Hyun-ae giggled afterwards. “Thank you for being a good friend to Jungkook,” you could see her outline move closer to Jungkook’s. She wrapped her arm around Jungkook’s affectionately. You nodded slowly, then sighed.

You wanted to cry. Why did you agree? Jungkook’s adorable laugh as Hyun-ae put her arm around his — it was contagious. That was how you knew it was real. “I-It’s nothing, really. I appreciate Jungkook as a friend too…” you say quietly. Even your words were like a dagger to your heart. Your poor heart suffered too much.

You excused yourself as they started to say their ‘I love you’s. You didn’t want to hear it. You didn’t want to suffer more than you already had. Trying to hold back your tears, you blamed yourself for falling too hard, too deep. Your heart was pounding against your chest. You just wanted to hold him. You just wanted him but even that seemed too much to ask for.

You can barely stand up yourself, so you take support from the counter of the bar. “Some long island iced tea, please,” you mutter to the person at the counter, who prepares you the glass and you gulp it down within a matter of seconds, hoping it would ease the tightness of your chest. You knew you were going to get badly drunk, but it didn’t matter anymore. As long as you didn’t have to be sad today. It certainly did help.

You felt better. The liquor was washing away your sorrows. Your mind felt a little fuzzier. You order one more glass. Just one more couldn’t hurt. You drink that one down too, but this time leisurely, feeling a lot more free and careless.

The surroundings were becoming more blurry by the second. You felt light-weighed. Your tipsy self walked over to the familiar corner of the club, where you saw Jungkook and Hyun-ae on their own. Tugging on your friend’s jacket, you try to balance yourself with his support. “Y/N? Are you already drunk?” he asks, but his voice seems so distant that you just want to be lulled to dreamland at this point.

“No, of course… I'm… not drunk… not… yet?” you say, more as a question than a definite answer. Jungkook sighs. Well, this was bound to happen. He knew you didn’t handle alcohol very well, but how bad exactly, he wasn’t sure.“What did you have? Are you okay? Should I take you home?” you nod slowly to his words, but your brain didn’t register anything. “Two… iced teas… the long island ones…” you take the moment to appreciate the way Jungkook’s hands kept you up. You’d slide down to the ground if it wasn’t for him.

"Seriously?“ he muttered something to Hyun-ae afterwards, but you didn’t catch it. "Let’s go… and sleep, I’m really tired…” you hadn’t even been there for half an hour. Yet still, you couldn’t keep yourself up anymore. "And let’s sleep on the same bed… okay? Don't… sleep on the floor this time… I’m worried you might catch a cold…”

“I get it, let’s go,” Jungkook’s frustration was clear. But your drunk self didn’t seem to mind it all. He said some more things to Hyun-ae, whose distorted expression was something between concern and jealousy. Or so you hoped it was jealously, because you hated her. You absolutely loathed her. Everything about her.

You were finally taken back to the castle unnoticed.

“Why do we lie, Y/N?” Jungkook asks, you’re almost asleep but his question wakes you up. As he had said, he was going to sleep with you tonight. Every other night, you kept on switching between who’d take the floor and who’d take the bed. He was the one who mostly took the floor, but this night, things were different.

“I don’t know… why are you asking me… I don’t lie…” you mumble through your sleep, eyes shut gently. “Everyone lies,” hearing Jungkook’s statement, you snicker. “I don’t, suck it up…” you reply. “Right. So you don’t. But why do others lie?” he repeats.

“Because… hmm… depends…” you shift a little in the warm bed, blanket over your body. Jungkook was sitting on the bed, his back supported by the pillow as he didn’t feel the need to sleep just yet. His phone was in front of him. You wanted him to play you some melodies but that was probably too much. Enough destruction had been done today.

“Sometimes we lie… because… we want to make others happy…” you pause, drifting more into sleep. “And other times?” Jungkook beckons you to continue. “Well… other times… we lie because… we don’t want to get into… trouble.“

"Oh,” Jungkook blurts out, making you reach out absent-mindedly, and punch his arm. Or it felt like his arm anyway. “Like you do. But there’s one other time we lie…” Jungkook’s eyes were on you. You could feel them. “When we… want something from someone else. When we are using them."

"Now play me some music, please… some soft… sweet music."

"I’ll sing for you."

"Yes please…"

"And you bless me with the best gift, that I’ve ever known, you give me purpose.”

———

Lately, things had been very hard. Jungkook’s mother wasn’t joking when she had said that the wedding would be held as soon as possible. You were hogged with what to wear, make-up, hairstyles, and everything.

You told her to take it slow as Jungkook had advised you to do, but she was very keen, just like you had thought. Side by side, your mother was in favour of everything too.

To calm things down a bit, you told your mother and his mother that you and Jungkook would be going sightseeing again. It was the only way you could get out and breathe some fresh air. Most girls would be excited for their wedding day, but you wanted to postpone it as much as possible — well, it wasn’t yours, to begin with.

The crowd was really bad this time. You were visiting the statue that Jungkook’s grandfather had apparently built. It was a man, young from what you could see, made of some sort of metal, maybe bronze or gold, but you weren’t sure. He held up a sword in the air, which reminded you almost of winning a war and doing your victory pose. Or maybe you had been playing a lot of Overwatch with Jungkook.

News of your wedding was all around the kingdom now, you guessed it was like that in yours too.

Jungkook’s hand was holding yours. But perhaps not as strongly. Everyone kept asking questions and screaming names, you may have heard some death threats too. Possibly fangirls of the prince, you guessed. The crowd’s force was so strong, even the few guards you had brought weren’t strong enough to hold them back. Should’ve brought more guards, the same thought recurred.

Your hand left Jungkook’s in the midst of all the shouts and screams, and pushing and pulling. You were drawn back in the crowd, with no one noticing that you were outside the swarm now.

Frantically, you ran around the circle of people, trying to get in but everyone was so used to forcing their way through, you couldn’t even get back to your friend. The word tasted bitter on your lips. You sigh, hastily running to another side before your eyes settle at the cafè that’s beside the other shops in the area.

Hyun-ae. You could recognise her in the bright daylight. She was there with someone. A man, a man whose face was half-covered by the mask that he was wearing over his mouth. One you didn’t know.

You step closer to the window, where their seats were at. Maybe you could hear them? Who was he? You didn’t want to jump to wrong conclusions, they could be siblings or cousins… or maybe even friends, who knows? But the sick feeling that you get at the pit of your stomach tells you something else entirely.

Your breath is basically non-existent as you step closer, and the two don’t notice you. You stand next to the glass window, your back supported by the wall. You hope no one is recording you. You hope you don’t turn up in the newspapers, accused of eavesdropping. But you have to do this for yourself. For yourself and Jungkook. Besides, the reporters were a little too biased towards Jungkook and what he did rather than your doings.

“I asked him for some more time,” her voice was just the same you had remembered it. It was still beautiful, and while you had only met her once, it was short, and days have passed since then, you could still recognise it. The only difference was that now it was infusing with your blood like poison. You hated her voice, her being.

Your stomach started to churn and do back-flips. Your insides were burning. You felt almost bad for Jungkook. Was she the only one who needed time? Was that why you were dragged into this?

“I don’t want to marry him. But I need to become queen,” you hear her whine. “Ah, Jagiya~ it’s okay,” the male’s voice was indistinguishable. You didn’t know who he was. “But I want to marry you! But you’re just not… enough. You’re not as rich. You’re not a prince,” she frowned.

What was more stupid was that she was right near where Jungkook was. Did she expect him to show up and break up with her? How’d she ever become queen then? You wondered what her motive was.

“Plus, I hate that friend of his. He’s always talking of her and she seems to be the type of person who talks all about him too.” That wasn’t a surprise. While it did make your heart flutter when you heard that he was talking of you to his girlfriend, that wasn’t what mattered right now. What mattered was that Jungkook was dating a cheater and it was stupid of him to waste his energy on someone like her.

Tired and obviously angry, you give Jungkook a message to meet you at the car. Your anger was beyond measure. Feeling like you heard something you should not have, you didn’t know how to feel. You were scared, most of all. You finally find the car and get inside, tapping your foot with irritation.

The car door opens and Jungkook sits inside. The driver starts up the car and you’re taken back to the castle.

“Are you okay?” Jungkook asks you when you get to his room. You avoided all of his questions in the car. You didn’t want to speak of the matter in front of the driver.

"Hyun-ae is cheating on you,“ you say, and while you aren’t even the one in the relationship, your eyes flood with tears. You’re worried about Jungkook. You love him. You love him and you don’t want him to be heartbroken.

"What?” he blurts out, turning to you with surprise. You lock your tear-filled eyes with his blank ones. “Hyun-ae is cheating on you. I saw her. I saw her, she was with another man… she’s…” you bite your lip, looking away. You felt pity above all. Pity for Jungkook.

And here you thought you were the victim. That you were being used. But it was all along Jungkook, controlled like a puppet, the strings in Hyun-ae’s hands.

“…she's… u-using you.” Jungkook stays still at the words. He didn’t want to speak. His heart fell. “You must have seen someone else,” he replies, plastering a smile. “There’s a lot of people who look like Hyun-ae."

"But she sounded like her too."

"She couldn’t be. She loves me,” you walk closer to Jungkook, shaking your head. How badly you wanted to scream that she didn’t love him like he thought. “How do I tell you…? I should’ve recorded it… I should’ve taken pictures… I know… but… I was too shocked… I’m so sorry,” you look deep in his eyes. For once, you don’t see twinkling stars. You see darkness — emptiness — and that spoke a ton about how he felt.

“T-Tell me you’re lying. Hyun-ae… she couldn’t do that.” You sigh heavily, and it still isn’t enough to let out the frustration you feel. “I’m not lying. She’s cheating on you. I swear I’m not lying,” you say meekly. “I wouldn’t ever lie to you."

"But you did.”

You stare at him, eyes wide. “What do you mean?” you ask, brows furrowing. "You meant everything you said that night. You said it was stupid of me to marry a commoner. I thought you were my friend…?“ your eyes widen more.

You shake your head in denial, but your voice doesn’t come out. "Friends support friends."

"I am supporting you! I’ve always supported you. You’re just blind in love,” you bite your lip, afraid you’d start crying. Jungkook turns quiet. “You can believe whatever you want to. Just know that I told you the truth. It’s Hyun-ae who—"

"Don’t speak in that way about Hyun-ae!” the loud shout shook you. You take a deep, uneven breath, sniffing. “You picked Hyun-ae over me again. Even if I’m not lying,” you wipe the tears in your eyes. “This was what I was afraid of.” Your heart hurt. It hurt like it never had. You felt like your breath was being taken away, like you were suffocating.

"I don’t want to do this anymore. It’s a lost cause.”

———

It had been days since then. Jungkook and you had separate rooms now. You had requested that of Jungkook’s mother and she agreed. Everyone could sense that something was wrong, because you both kept shut in your individual rooms. Though no one would mention it. There was no sightseeing, no communication between you and Jungkook.

You’d go to give him food but he’d never open the door. In the end, it was left at his doorstep.

"Y/N, darling, we should go shopping for your dress, no? The wedding is real close,” and did you forget to mention that the wedding was coming really fast now? Unlike yourself, Jungkook was in his room all day. He didn’t get out of it for a single moment. You sometimes got up to go out because your mother told you so.

“Sure…” the wedding was supposed to held in a wedding hall, and you had decided upon going for a more western style. A white dress, made to perfectly suit you. It all felt a little useless now. You weren’t even going to be married to Jungkook anymore. There was no point, but the others didn’t know.

Jungkook didn’t know.

As your mother would show you pretty dresses and awe over them as they fit your wedding theme, you’d think of what Jungkook would be doing. Was he crying? Was he sad? Or was he happy? Was he playing Overwatch, or maybe he was talking to Hyun-ae. Maybe that last thought wasn’t as soothing as the rest. At least every time you gave him food, he’d take it inside. Hopefully, he was eating well. He’d never open the door to anyone though, not while they were standing there.

You sigh, pick any dress that comes to mind and show it to your mother. Your mind just kept zooming back to Jungkook. He hadn’t taken his attire yet, had he? A little part of you felt disgusted because while he was heartbroken, or so you thought anyway, you were picking out a dress for the wedding. And while you did love him, you just wished you could fix everything.

Maybe in another universe, in another world, some other time, you could be with him.

Getting back to the castle, you took the food tray you were offered from the kitchen and took it to Jungkook’s room. This was every day’s routine.

You knock on the door, taking a deep breath. You know he won’t open it, but a little part of you still thinks he considers it. He probably hates you though, no matter how much you deny the thought. “Jungkook… I brought food,” you say quietly, hoping he’d be able to hear it from the other side. Your heart was begging to just see his face again. He felt like a distant memory.

“Jungkook,” you knock the door again, but then stop, giving up. Putting down the tray, you hope he’ll take the food you left and leave.

You needed this to stop. You wanted him to hear from you again. You wanted to see his pretty face again. You wanted to hear his sweet voice again. Taking out your phone, you quietly muttered ‘screw it’ and texted Junghyun to tell him to meet up with you. You decided upon going to a cafè — not the same one as Hyun-ae’s, though. Just a random one that Junghyun recommended. You knew it wasn’t the same one as you entered. You didn’t want to confess in the castle. You were afraid someone would overhear. Plus it felt a little too confined. You wanted to get out and try to be a little happy for once. The castle felt like a jail of lies at this point.

“I want to tell you something…” you couldn’t believe you were doing it. “What?” you knew you could trust Junghyun. But to what extent? You were scared he might tell his parents, and then the news would quickly spread, but you had to do it. You knew you didn’t have Jungkook’s permission. But you weren’t going to back down now. For one, you didn’t need his assistance. You knew the truth. And secondly, it was far too late to turn back now.

“Promise me you won’t freak out,” you look at him with furrowed brows, and he nods slowly. “Okay… but… what are you—?”

“Is that princess Y/N?” you freeze. The news reporters. You could hear them approaching you. And for once, you felt frustrated. Why this place, of all of them? You get up, taking Junghyun’s hand, you get out of the cafè, where the swarm of reporters is already gathering. “Why are you holding prince Junghyun’s hand?” one asks. You take a deep breath. “I—”

“Are you cheating> on prince Jungkook?” your eyes flood with tears. You wanted to scream, you wanted to tell them the truth. But you were the antagonist. You always had been. You were set to be the jealous person that fell in love. You were never the princess you truly were in real life. You could never even think of cheating on Jungkook. But with the way you held Junghyun’s hand, it was clear to the crowd.

“Can you explain your relationship with prince Junghyun?” another asks. “Are you cheating on prince Jungkook with prince Junghyun?” one more question came. You were deaf to all of them. You wished you were. You wished you were deaf to the accusations. You bite your lip in an effort to not break down, tearing at the seams. You were tearing at the seams.

Grasping Junghyun’s hand even tighter, you walk away from the crowd, pushing and making your way back to the sanctuary you once had.

———

“They blame me, Jungkook…” your lip was quivering as you spoke to the door. It was late at night. No one was roaming the corridors at this time, and it was dark. But you hoped, you hoped that Jungkook was hearing you. “I never cheated on you… I swear…” you break down. “I wish you could open the door. I hope you can hear me… but I never cheated on you…” you felt like you were going crazy.

You were desperate to shout out the truth. You were done living a lie. Living as a lie. “Please… Jungkook… we were in this together… you told me that I was never alone…” but you were alone. Alone and so much more. The cheating accusations had spread like a wildfire. But you weren’t cheating. You were telling the truth. You were trying to tell Junghyun the truth so he could help you. He was like a younger brother to you.

“Please open the door…” you sniff, breaking down more. Tears wouldn’t stop falling down your cheeks. “Everyone’s really worried for you too… I wish we could escape this. I wish we really could. I hope you’re okay…” you sob. You had a headache from crying. “I really hope you’re okay…” you bite your quivering bottom lip, “I care for you a lot. A lot. I really do.

"I love us too, Jungkook. But you’re making it hard for me to hang on.”

———

The castle was sombre. It had been like this for a while now. The royal families were trying to handle the situation, but the media had everyone fooled. Jungkook still hadn’t come out of his room, he’d never even take the food anymore. Junghyun had taken refuge in his room, he sometimes would come out. But whenever his eyes met yours, you could see the uncertainty they held.

You had given up on trying to tell anyone about the truth. You couldn’t do it without Jungkook. You wanted to die. You weren’t even living anymore. Just hanging between life and death. The food tasted stale because Jungkook wasn’t there. The room looked darker because Jungkook wasn’t there. Your heart always fell when you saw that the food tray hadn’t been taken inside by Jungkook.

His hands had held you. His arms had protected you. His eyes had made you smile. And his smile had made you laugh and feel all giddy. You couldn’t even blame yourself for falling for him — who wouldn’t fall for him? He was perfect, even with his imperfections, he was perfect.

Maybe the problem was Hyun-ae. Maybe it was her selfishness that led you all to this hell-hole. Or maybe it was you, caring a little too much for your own good.

It was the night before the wedding. You stopped in your tracks in front of Jungkook’s room. The door was as closed as it had ever been. The tray wasn’t touched even a little. You put the food aside.

“Jungkook. Tomorrow’s the wedding,” it wasn’t that late. He should’ve been awake. “Our plans have failed. I’m so sorry.” You turn quiet for a second. “I know you really wanted to marry Hyun-ae. You wanted to marry Hyun-ae and you loved her. You still love her,” it hurt to even say that, “but I failed you. I’m so sorry.”

“No, I’m sorry.” Your head perks up. Did you hear his sweet voice? It was him. Meek, but you could still identify it. “Why are you sorry?” you ask, trembling. You just wished he’d open the door and let you see him. It had been weeks. You couldn’t do it anymore. You couldn’t go by without seeing his beautiful face, his shining eyes.

“You were right. Hyun-ae was cheating on me.” You stare expectantly at the door, waiting for it to open but it didn’t. “How did you find out…?” you ask again. At least you were true. “One of the noblemen told me. His name’s Taehyung. We’re quite good friends. I told him to follow her. He saw it with his own eyes,” he answered. While you did feel sad that he didn’t believe you but he did believe Taehyung, you couldn’t blame him. He really did love Hyun-ae.

“What about… the wedding now?” you ask weakly, afraid to approach the topic. “I don’t know anymore. I gave you so much pain. I put you through so much. You agreed. You deserve a much better friend, Y/N,” you shake your head at his words. “You’re my best friend. And…” you bite your lip. Something in you told you that you weren’t as scared to say it now.

“And I love you.” There was silence on both sides. It was understandable. You wished you were less selfish. He was still going through a break-up, you should’ve been nicer and save it for later. But you had come to realise that later wasn’t a thing anymore. Whatever was going to happen, it had to happen now.

“I loved you too.” Your eyes widen. “I did. I thought you saw me just like a brother… so… I… I went to the bar. I saw Hyun-ae. She helped… she was like a rebound. I hate to put it that way, because I did like her too… but I don’t even deserve you after what I did. I realise now that I’m selfish. I’m self-obsessed. I shouldn’t have asked you such a big favour. I mean… I loved you. You don’t do that to the people you love.

"When I spent time with you, I felt like I was with my soulmate.” You didn’t speak. You were too scared to. “I felt like I was on cloud nine. You made me so happy, Y/N. I laughed the hardest when you were around. You always seemed to put a smile on my face. You really did. I don’t deserve it. I don’t deserve you.”

———

The wedding day, you sigh. “Where is Jungkook?!” the queen exclaims, furious. Since he had locked himself in his room, she had bought his attire for him. But he was nowhere to be seen.

You had talked to him last night, but after he confessed, he had turned quiet and eventually you were just talking to yourself.

Your mind did not focus on her though. It was somewhere else. “Love like the one between you and Jungkook can’t be faked, dear. You’ll be very happy with him,” your mother had said as you were being ready for the big day. You couldn’t explain the heartburn you felt when you heard her words.

Now everything was in chaos. No one knew where Jungkook was. You suggested checking his room, but it was locked. A locksmith was called immediately and after he had worked his magic, the door opened.

You were scared. But even more so, worried. Jungkook wasn’t in his room. Opening the bathroom door, Jungkook’s motionless body was found to be in the bathtub.

The rest was a blur. You vaguely remember freaking out, Jungkook’s mother’s screams, and the people who came to pick up the body. You couldn’t stop crying as you reached the hospital and Jungkook was taken straight to the ICU.

Your mother came to sit down beside you. “I’m so sorry, Y/N,” she hugs you, while you sob into her shoulder. You were still in your wedding clothes. “He wasn’t even supposed to be my husband, mother.”

“What?”

“It was a lie…” you admit. “He wanted to marry a commoner. She asked him for time, so he asked me to play along so he could get some more time for his real soon-to-be wife. But she cheated on him. Only wanted the money and status. I wasn’t his wife, mother.” You look at her, her unwavering eyes making you break down even more. “I wasn’t dating Jungkook, mother.”

———

Since then, you’d visit Jungkook every day. He was diagnosed to be in a coma because of the lack of oxygen his brain had received after he tried to suicide by drowning himself.

Your mother had told his parents the truth, and thankfully, even if they were angry for some time, they let you see him again. You’d always bring Cooky with you. It was the one thing he had left you — along with countless beautiful memories.

The first year was heartbreaking. You’d come to visit him and cry every time. You’d tell him how much you love him and that you miss him and his jokes. That everyone misses him. Hyun-ae had come to visit too, and the visit had been short and silent. She told you that she was deeply sorry for what she had done. You fucking hoped she did.

The second year was when most people had forgotten he even existed. The hype had died down, but you still visited him. You told him about how you had spent your day, and that you had met someone promising. You always made sure to kiss him goodbye. You didn’t cry as much now. Sometimes you did, but most of the time, you made jokes. You told him about how people were making fun of you for fake-dating someone as amazing as Jungkook. It hurt, but you felt like Jungkook’s mere presence was enough to make you feel calm.

The third year came and went just as quickly. You told Jungkook about how you had started dating someone for real now. The promising person was by the name of Namjoon. He was another prince you had come across, from a nearby kingdom. Smart, humble, and sweet too. You told Jungkook of your adventures with Namjoon.

The first year that you didn’t have even one day to spare was the fifth one. You and Namjoon had decided to get married. And the preparations had you very busy. You felt bad for that, but you had no other choice.

———

Six years had passed. Going down the aisle, being wed to Namjoon reminded you of your precious friend. He was still in deep sleep, unaware that his loved one was going to get married. Even if he didn’t know Namjoon, he would’ve been the best man at the wedding.

Or wouldn’t it be better if he was the groom himself? You were not going to make the mistake of treating Namjoon as a rebound. It was wrong and he deserved more than that. You had seen how wrong that could go. But there was just something Jungkook had always made you feel that Namjoon just… couldn’t.

He was intelligent, his dimpled smile was adorable. But Jungkook made you feel elevated. He made you feel so incredibly special. And you knew fully well that you couldn’t ever really move on.

You knew that there may have been someone like him out there, but no one was Jungkook. Namjoon was everything Jungkook lacked — he was a planner, he cared for the consequences, and he didn’t take risks. But you just did not feel the way you felt with Jungkook. You wished you could’ve walked down the aisle to Jungkook, but that was wrong to think. So you shook your head and smiled even if your heart was unwilling.

There was no one like Jungkook. He was one of a kind and no one could compete with him. That was a simple truth. You just hoped your dear friend would wake up. There was so much to catch up on. There were so many things you wanted to say to him.

In the place that he would’ve sat today, sat another faithful, dear friend of yours — Cooky. A symbol of your lost love.

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(Note: I’m not repeating stories he’s told before and just putting them in parenthesis. I have a lot more videos to go until I’m caught up so that would save me a lot of time. If he gives details I never heard from him before, I will type those.)

“I Figured Something Out” Sept 24, 2020 Speaks

- Says he likes to make videos pointing out his flaws because when he realizes he was doing something wrong, he likes to point it out and move on. You shouldn’t bottle things up. - Says when he started making these video he was angry and over time he winded down. - Begs his follower to look into the Regina / Adam thing. Says Regina pretended to be a transgender person named Adam. He says he was told this by a friend of someone he loves, by someone he loves, by a Hansen insider, and two other people who looked into it. They fabricated a person and a story. He says it’s gross. He says he doesn’t know exactly what was said because he doesn’t watch those videos. - Says he recently watched a beautiful, capable, smart women talk about cancel culture and drama. She’s a republican who doesn’t believe in the far right or left. Says most people go with the flow, but she’s an individual. He says he didn’t care there were things she said that he disagreed with because of the way she spoke. He says when he talks to people online, he has to remember you’re not that different. We all have feelings and people are less reasonable in your opinion if you don’t approach them reasonably. He says he is too harsh and mean in his videos, unlike the women. He understands you’re not supposed to sugarcoat the truth, but other people have feelings. - (People are after him because he hurt their feelings.) - Brings up Regina again. He says he doesn’t know what their problem is because he never talked to them. Says there’s sincere mental illness sprinkled around the internet and it’s proven if you put Regina and Adam side by side. He says he hasn’t watch the videos side by side, but he’s seen photos. He says he doesn’t know how this got past the filters and how people can be so negligent to the truth. He says that’s what happens when you let anyone on a show. People come on to troll or to project their issues. - He says people who watched him may have felt talked down to. He says he spoke like that because he felt like his audience turned on him before he had a chance to explain why it was all ridiculous. He felt it was unintelligent for people to assume it was the truth, but he was in a situation where he was threatened with divorce if he talked. He was stuck between being the bigger person and staying silent while he was building up frustration seeing what people were saying about him. - Says if the Regina and Adam thing is true, it’s the funniest disaster that ever occurred on social media. People were saying there’s all these victims and one of them turns out to be someone dressing up as a new person. It’s bad enough people can fake texts, but when you fake a whole person that’s another level of crazy. He says he almost feels blessed to be subjected to that level of comedy. He says it’s clinically insane for someone to do that with a straight face. He says he never even heard of Adam. - When his marriage was on the rocks because of cuddlegate, he told Billie he wanted to be alone. Billie tried to work it out with him. Says that’s evil step-mom, homewrecker stuff. [I’m pretty sure he’s talking about when he made the fake divorce video and she contacted him.] Says he had the opportunity to run away and abandon his family. He chose to stay because he doesn’t want to be that dad that choses his lustful side over his heart. He broke down crying at one point because he almost let down his family and he almost lost them. He didn’t talk to Billie for a few months after cuddlegate until Kai was like “uwu”. He says he told Kai it was a bad idea and it ended horribly. Says he’s done better than his dad and numerous other dads. - Says he doesn’t speak to people in his life as respectfully as he should. - Anyone in his shoes would be just as bitter and angry as he was. Some people wouldn’t even be alive. He lashed out because he didn’t get a fair chance. People won’t do a charity stream with him. - Once he told his full side in videos, people didn’t want to interview him anymore because he didn’t seem crazy anymore. - Says he was part of the mob against Chris Brown. He said he’s had people scream in his face and he didn’t do anything illegal to them. He called the cops on them. - (Patreon ban, he didn’t dox on purpose) - He says he wants to get rid of boob squeeze because it’s cringey to him. [thank god!]

“My Social Life- Before And After COVID” Sept 25, 2020, Speaks

- (Chris Hansen covid cure) - Says before COVID he stopped going out in public because people were taking picture of his children and posting them to the internet. An employee at Lowes and at Dairy Queen took photos of his children. He’s protective of them. A man [Hansen] showed up to his house when his kids were home. - He was thankful when COVID hit because people would stay away from him. He’s happy he has to wear a mask. He was wearing a different disguise in public before the masks. - (Kai threatened divorce if he spoke) - Says people’s emotions and mental illness cloud their memories. He conquered that when he was 17. A girl dumped him and he told her she was a monster. This was before people would seek clout so it was just between them. He says he supports her breaking up with him because they weren’t meant to be. - Seeing how crazy Seattle and society has gotten, he doesn’t want to be apart of it. - He was socially lynched without going to court. (Mike went to court) - COVID gave him on excuse to avoid everyone and family members. He says COVID is horrible and people have died, but for him it came at an interesting time. He compares it to when a kid bullied him really hard in elementary school and died in a sledding accident. Says some dude or chick in a truck hit the kid. He says another time a guy was bullying him hard and that guy died in a motorcycle accident. He gave his helmet to his girlfriend. He died a hero. He gave up his life for someone. He was handsome and had his life ahead of him. - Says according to his mother, his father got a women killed by not giving her a helmet. He kept it for himself. His father also allegedly slept with his cousin. His dad tried to sue him and failed. Three of his family member accused his father of being a predator. - A reporter interviewed his father and his father acted like a hero. - His mom is the one who left his dad. He says she didn’t have to fight for custody so there’s no motivation for her to lie. - (beat up his dad story) - Criminal experts will agree with him to follow the money in cases because money is the root of all evil. Like a news station that will make more money by making a monster instead of telling a true story. It is not profitable to tell both sides. - People like black and white stores, not stories where both people make mistakes. - He love isolation. He was covered in his father’s blood when he went to juvie. His white shirt was brown with dry blood. He was happy to be there because he was away from people and life was simpler. Everybody in there was flawed, which is better than being with his hypocrite god-loving father. Typical Seventh Day Adventist garbage. Greg says he was one as well. When he was 13 he prayed and told god he wanted nothing to do with him. Many amazing things happened to him after that. - Says you have a lot of drifters who came and destroyed someone consistent in you life, then they left. He was that consistent person. He was making hundreds of videos and entertaining thousands of people per video. Now he’s down to 900 to 3,000 views per video. They came, they destroyed, they left. They destroyed someone you connected with, had a real bond with. A lot of you cheered them on as they did this and then they left. Now you’re left with the same person, but he’s more broken. He believed in good people before, but now that he was dragged down into dirt, he has dirt in his eyes. He can’t see the sun or trees. He can just see dark and sadness. He still feels your spit on his face from when you millions of people beat him senseless socially. - He says he saw a legitimate news source says there was an FBI investigation about him. Says the FBI never contacted him. - Leafy recently suggested he should become an actor. He compares it to Kevin Spacey. Says it would be sad to lose a netflix show or a movie deal because of people saying things about you. He says imagine people who were going to be on that show with you stop talking to you because they don’t want to be dragged down with you. He’s glad he wasn’t that big when he fell because it would have hurt more. Now he gets to be a no one who knows who he really is when most people live in an alternate reality. - When he lost BillyTheFridge as a friend, he didn’t lose anything because Billy was a fake friend. Billy wanted to be a white knight. Joe and Anastasia were great friends and wanted to still talk to him. Billy later on realized James wasn’t as evil as he thought and invited him to lunch with them. Says he (James) backed out and decided to stop talking to all of them. He says it’s sad he lost Joe and Anastasia as friends, but he didn’t want to drag them into the drama and make their lives more miserable. Having friends was a burden and he didn’t want them to hurt. - (Regina / Adam) Dobs is barking. - He feels like this whole thing is a grand opportunity to look at things the way they are. He doesn’t trust anyone anymore and he doesn’t believe in friendships anymore. - He swears on his life he’s more honest than Sarah, Billie, and Shiloh.

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the-darklings · 5 years ago

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—𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔, 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔;

pairing: quentin beck x reader

word count: 1.7k+

summary: “He didn’t really deserve this, but he wanted it anyway.”

an: Mysterio thirst is going strong and I approve of this movement. This piece is part 2 to this.- might make this into a miniseries with a catchy name like “Unravelling” for a title lol. Beware some spoilers for far from home. Enjoy!

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EDIT: PART 3

“Hey, hey, careful now,” a distant voice spoke, their words distorted and warped.

A groan bubbled at the back of your throat; a weak sound of a wounded animal, and you blinked slowly, trying to clear your vision.

“Quentin?” you breathed, confused, your sight still swimming as you tried to focus in on his face. “What—?”

“Shhh,” he soothed, fingers cradling your neck as he wrapped his other arm around you. Your stomach lurched at the jolt, and you groaned again, noting the way his expression twisted with worry and almost...tenderness. “You were injured while trying to help the civilians. I’m sorry I couldn’t kill it faster. When I saw it hit you—”

His voice cut off, the planes of his handsome face twisting as if pained. His golden chestplate was warm when you leaned your cheek against it, staring up at him in confusion.

“You saved me. Thank y-you,” you slurred, words difficult against your tongue. “You’re...hmm...you're warm,” you added sleepily, your eye fluttering shut.

“No, no,” he murmured quickly, tilting your chin in his direction, the elegant length of his fingers tracing over your skin gently. No matter how soothing the contact was, the motion still made you wince in pain, and you shifted away from the delicate touch. “Stay awake for me, honey. Can you do that?”

“I’m...no…”

Quentin’s arms tightened around you slightly, pulling you close, and the last thing you saw before you closed your eyes was his striking face staring down at you. “It’s alright,” he whispered, silky soft and comforting. “Don’t worry. I’ll be right there when you wake up.”

By the time the darkness took you, the memory of the slight, sly smile curving his mouth was already gone.

. . .

Waking up the second time was slower, and more painful.

Your head was pounding, your body ached and your mouth felt dry when you tried to swallow weakly.

“Here.”

A glass of water appeared in front of your face and you leaned in clumsily, clicking your teeth against the glass in your hurry.

“Careful now,” a familiar voice cautioned, and you blinked a few times to clear your vision. Quentin sat beside you, still clad in his ridiculously extravagant armour as he held out a glass of water in your direction. “Here, let me.”

He leaned closer and you had to hold back your instinctive response to jerk back from someone trying to evade your personal space. He paused for a second upon seeing your reaction, his expression crumbling, and a hint of sadness breaking free.

“You’re safe,” he insisted, tone almost cutting, “The threat has been neutralized. It will never hurt you again. I made sure of it.”

Your fingers hovered over the bandages around your forehead before you looked at Quentin again, still silent. You reached for the water in his hand carefully, your fingers brushing against his for a moment. He didn’t let go of the glass though, his gaze worried as he stared at you.

“Your fingers are shaking too badly,” he said quietly, his words a soft lull that made you want to lean into him. “Let me.”

This time when he moved closer, you kept perfectly still, your wary gaze still focused on him as you took slow, methodical sips of water. It felt awkward to be this vulnerable in front of him but Quentin kept his expression perfectly blank. If anything the blue of his eyes seemed to be intently focused on you, leaving no room for anything else.

“Better?” he questioned when you pulled back, leaning against the small cot you were placed on. “You were out for a while. Fury said—”

“I’m not her,” you cut him off harshly, your words low and throaty. “The other me. From your Earth. The one you knew. I’m not her.”

Quentin’s expression shifted with your words. You couldn’t quite explain it but the closest you could get to describing it was vacant. Like it was either too hard for him to listen to this or he couldn’t focus on your words at all.

“I know that we were...friends,” you explained further, your words still slow, and you felt the word ‘friends’ curl uncomfortably in your mouth. “But I’m not her, okay?”

The silence your words left felt heavy and you held back a sigh, realizing that perhaps you were being too harsh for saying it so bluntly. But the hazy memory of the way he cradled you when you first woke up still lingered, and there was nothing friendly about the way he held you so impossibly close.

Quentin lowered the glass on the table with a loud clatter, making you jump slightly with a wince of pain. His own hands shook and he immediately laced them together, brushing his fingertips against the familiar golden band on his ring finger, seemingly out of habit.

“No. No, you are not her,” he admitted breathlessly, and you felt your heart twist at the despair colouring his hushed words. He chuckled lowly, the sound hollow and forced, as he shook his head lightly, his head slumping downwards. “At all actually. And I...I feel relieved in many ways. You’re your own person. But your face is so familiar and—I just miss them so much. I miss you. And—and it was my fault you all died—”

“Stop, you can’t do this to yourself,” you argued right away, shifting into a sitting position with a small huff of pain. “It will not bring them back, that’s true, but what you’re doing now? Fighting and saving this world even though you’re grieving so much? Even though you don’t owe us anything? That takes a special kind of strength and bravery. You’re a hero, Quentin. I know it may not be much comfort to you now but—”

“No,” he cut in, his voice rough and thick with emotion, as his fingers reached out and wrapped around yours. He glanced up at you, his eyes shining with an almost feverish light. “No, you have no idea how much that means to me. Especially coming from you.”

“I’m a nobody with nothing to my name,” you replied wryly, contemplating moving your hands away but his were...warm. “Hardly the stuff of legend. Or anyone you should care about.”

The now familiar crooked grin curved one side of his mouth in reply, “Then we’re just alike, you and I, and I take comfort in that.”

Trying to keep your sceptic scoff at bay, you shook your head, immediately regretting the decision when you felt another sharp sting of pain slice through you.

“Dunno. Doubt I could pull off that cape, Quentin,” you said through gritted teeth, flashing him a weak smile. “I think I would trip over it and crack my teeth on the pavement the first chance I got.”

There was something secretive, almost curious, about the way he was gazing at you at that moment—like he was working hard to peak into you and unravel you from within. His hands were still—irritatingly, maddeningly—comforting and warm around yours, but then there were his eyes. Maybe it was because they were such a distinct shade of blue but for some reason, they always managed to insert a sliver of ice into your heart whenever he looked at you like that.

“What?”

Quentin looked away with a grin before pulling his hands away from yours, letting his fingers graze against yours. Despite your carefully constructed composure of calm, you almost exhaled in relief when you felt the sudden tension between you fade.

“It’s just…” he trailed off, unsure, eyes downcast. “I like the way you say my name. Makes me feel like you can actually see me. Purposeful. It’s pretty stupid, I know. The other you had that gift too. I suppose it’s one of the few similarities you share.”

“Oh.”

Awkward.

It would be a lie to say that your stomach didn’t flip pleasantly at his words. But Quentin was a man grieving for his lost family and with a potential global catastrophe on his hands. He had bigger worries. As did you.

Besides, you weren’t too sure any interest on his side would come from a healthy emotional state, considering the shock of what he had recently gone through.

And yet—

“It’s a quirky name so I guess I like saying it.”

His eyes sparked with life and he grinned widely. And you ignored the familiar shiver down your spine that whispered how this wasn’t a man smiling at you but a predator baring its teeth at its prey.

“Good.”

. . .

He won’t have to fake it.

Which, in hindsight, was probably one of the best things to come from this sticky situation.

You were no striking beauty, that much was true, but you face held a peculiar pleasantness he could not quite put his finger on. You were shrewd—as if he could deal with an idiot, honestly. Witty too, but only when you wanted to be which reminded him more of himself than he would care to admit. You had better instincts than most as well which was what drove him to be pushier about his plan in the first place.

He had to pull you in, he had to warm his way inside.

And he wanted it too.

He didn’t really deserve this, but he wanted it anyway.

It was surprising. Initially, he expected you to be a side project, a safe-guard, another twist in the story for him to use later.

But now.

No, he won’t have to fake it. And that was brilliant because he couldn’t think of anything more tedious and irritating if he tried—well maybe having to listen to Peter whining about his teenage hormones but sacrifices for the greater cause and all that.

He knew faking it simply left too many open doors for errors in the long run, and there could not be any. He worked too long and hard for everything to crumble now.

Quentin flexed his fingers slowly, gazing at them curiously. He could still feel the phantom warmth of your hand in his.

“You’re a hero, Quentin.”

He smiled, fingers folding into a gentle fist, and sighed in satisfaction for the first time since Tony Stark’s death.

. . .

an: I can’t believe we've all decided to (collectively) love this tricky ass drama queen but he’s just too much fun I guess.¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I mean what a bastard. Had to write that last line through gritted teeth lol

tagging: @val-kay-rie (hope you enjoyed it and thank you for asking to be tagged!)

#quentin beck #quentin beck x reader #mysterio x reader #marvel #marvel imagine #marvel fic #spider man #spider man far from home #mysterio #spffh spoilers #ffh spoilers #AT THIS POINT MIGHT AS WELL ADMIT I HAVE IT BAD AND MAKE THIS INTO A MINI SERIES #fic: unravelling series

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jayankles · 5 years ago

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Root of your New Problems

Pairing: Mafia Boss!Sam x Waitress!Reader

Word Count: 13,018

Dedicated to @onethingthatkeepsmealive Thank you for everything, for being patient, for donating. I love you and I hope this is okay <3

Summary: You work in a restaurant, life was okay, nothing really special until a handsome but rude customer comes into the diner. Turns out this handsome but rude customer was a Mafia crime boss. Just your luck. He is the root of your new problems when someone follows you and makes an attempt on your life.

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Explicit sex, (fellatio, cunnilingus, riding, penetrative sex, dirty talk), fluff angst, dark fic, stalking, shootings, mafia stuff, talks of abortion (if I’m missing anything please let me know.)

Written for: @goodthingshappenbingo / @badthingshappenbingo / @spnonewordbingo / @samwinchesterbingo / @spngenrebingo / @spnkinkbingo

Admiring / Tearful smile / suitcase / mafia boss!sam / hospital au / dirty talk

I’m sorry I took such an unplanned break, maybe I needed it but I hope this will be the start of something that can keep the fics rolling out. I hoping for maybe once a week but I’ll try for more but who knows.

Feedback is gold and appreciated

Hustle and bustle. That was the life you lived. Working in a big city was always a rush but thankfully, the cafe that you worked at was located in a busy environment but not enough to knock you off your socks and make you want to rip your hair out.

You got to know a few of the people that came in as regulars, chatting with them if you had the tiniest of moments to spare or as you were serving them. Just as you were doing now, but you were unceremoniously interrupted by the bell above the door rang that for the umpteenth time that day, you looked up and instantly smiled at the customer that came through there.

A man in a suit. A tall drink of water with flowy locks that sat on his shoulders, he scoured the vicinity of the cafe and locked his eyes with your seating area, he made his way over to a seat that someone was already sitting in. You looked on, eyebrows crinkling when the other man scurried out of his seat, easily finding another. What the hell was that all about?

“Hi.” He had simply said, making no effort to help you clean the table he had just made someone vacate. What a fucking asshole! Forget that he looked like a god, if he was rude, there was no way that you could ever be into a dude that acts like that. Not even if he was the king of the world. It was a shame that you couldn’t treat him the way that he had probably treated everyone he came into contact with. (But if you did, you would definitely be out of a job.) So instead you said this...

“Hello, there, Sir. What can I get for you?” You smiled sweetly, even though he hadn’t even acknowledged your presence other than saying a simple greeting.

The man took out his phone from a hidden pocket on the inside of his, probably expensive, jacket and began typing. He had no desire to even look at the menu you tried to provide him. “Egg white omelette and a large coffee.”

Writing down the order on your notepad, you nodded and asked if that was all that he wanted. Standard questions to be asked when working in a restaurant.

“Did I say anything else?” He almost snapped at you but brushed him off handing the order to the chef and started to work on the coffee. With that, you placed the largest cup of coffee you had onto the table and slid it over to him, careful not to spill a single drop of his drink.

“Your omelette will only be a few more minutes can I get you any condiments?”

Finally, he had looked up from his phone, his whole demeanour changing from disinterested to something akin to hungry and hunting a prey. It was making you uncomfortable, there was something about him that was making you uneasy even before he looked at you like that.

The bell behind you ding dinged, signalling that the order was ready. Thank god. Nodding your thanks to the chef, you turned back to the scary customer, placing his order in front of him, almost immediately ready to head back to your safe place behind the counter. Wow, you never would have thought you would say that about the dull boring counter that you had to stare at five days of the week.

You made your rounds around the tables and booths, offering them more coffee and grabbing their bills, occasionally gaining a tip that may or may not help you, depending on whether or not they were regulars or considered wealthy in that specific area.

When you got to the booth, you took a deep breath and smiled at him, keeping most of your attention to the man’s plate and away from direct eye contact, seeing the man’s nostrils flare in anger in your peripherals.

“Is everything okay over here, Sir? Can I get you some more coffee?” You asked the man, making sure that you were at a safe distance.

“Sam, please, Sir makes me feel old. Another coffee though would be lovely.” He looked down trying to find a name plate but he couldn’t. You also couldn’t believe this whole attitude turn around, Sam definitely freaked you out. Nodding, you poured the coffee almost to the brim of his cup and turned your attention to any of the other customers. “Well, little lady. You know my name but I have no clue of yours.”

When you were about to give him a fake name, your boss walked out, asking for you to bill another customer. “My name is Y/N. Excuse me, I have another customer waiting. I’ll be back with you soon.”

Sam smirked, a nasty one at that but it made him weirdly attractive. Stop it. “I’ll await your next visit, Y/N.”

After waiting on a few tables and taking their orders, your boss called you over, when you got there, a stunned look adorned his face.

“What is it?” You asked, putting your customers payment in the till before leaving a thank you message in return for the tip he had left.

“Do you have any idea who that is?” Should you? Max cried, his voice sounding panicked like you had never heard before. You had heard his screaming to other about orders and tardiness but this was something else. Max sounded scared, like he was purely terrified of this man, enough to let this man eat here for free and that was speaking volumes to you.

“Nope, not really. He’s just a rude ass guy who is acting like he owns the place.” You didn’t really care who it was really, you just wanted to serve have him pay the bill, maybe tip you and have him leave as quickly as possible.

He scoffed, frantically waving his arms around, “that’s because he practically does. How have you been here for most of your adult life and you have no idea who Sam Winchester is? Jesus Christ, Y/N. What is the matter with you?”

You held in the eye roll, but if this guy had so much power over everyone in this town then you were in trouble. A lot of trouble. How could you not have any idea of who he was, it should have been obvious from the get go. It paid to be naïve, you had absolutely no idea of what that man was capable of.

“Whatever I’ll just go about my day like I usually would because he is just another customer, just as important as everyone else in this joint.” You shrugged, not really caring about what he was about to tell you.

“Wrong answer. You give him whatever he wants when he wants and you have to top it. And don’t worry about your other customers, Lucy can take care of it.”

Jesus, this was going to be a long shift. (Emphasis on long.)

If you weren’t playing close enough attention you would have missed the groan that Lucy released. She was definitely not happy about taking over your shift but you made yourself a promise that you would talk to her after this Sam left the restaurant, you’d let her go home a little earlier and take over for her. Oh, the joys.

After a week of Sam coming into the café, the tips became bigger and bigger, but you were getting more and more attention from him and it may have been possible that you were letting him get closer to you. You were letting yourself connect with the man. The man that you found out was, not only a part of the mafia, but their leader.

You were also surprised when the unwanted attention from hooligans that came into the café, whether it was a college frat boy or a grown ass man that just wanted everyone to know about his dick and what he can do with it. It was ridiculous, even to the point where the attention was drawn to you when you finished your shift and headed home.

“So how about you let me take you out on a date?” Sam asked the next evening, a glimmer in his eyes as he scraped the whipped cream from the side of his mouth, ready for his next plate. Honestly, you had no idea how the man ate so much and didn’t have a stomach ache. But his question wasn’t going to go unanswered he would just get an answer that he didn’t want.

“And what makes you think I would say yes to your proposal?” you replied, serving yet another plate of waffles taking away the old plate, retreating almost instantly but you spun around on the heels of your feet. “You think you can buy me? Is that what you think?

“I don’t want you to buy me, I want you to seduce me. Seduce me with your words. Not your money and power because I am not a woman who can be bought. If you want me, give me something that cannot be bought, something a value to me that I can treasure. Because I am not your little play toy that you can throw away as soon as you get bored of me.

“Have a nice day, Sam.” You finished with a wink and a smile and with that, you clocked out of work, collecting your earnings and left the café.

It was the strongest you had ever felt, you had no idea how exhilarated you would feel after your little speech but your heart was racing and your palms were still sweaty. You got this. It was like a magical weight had been lifted off of your shoulders, even if you were terrified that it come crashing back down on top of you.

When you got back home to your studio apartment, your shoes were off, bag hung up along with your coat. You were ready to fall straight into bed, waiting for your eyes to close as soon as they hit the pillow but when you did so you couldn’t drift off as easily as you thought. Tossing and turning, you just couldn’t get your body to cooperate with your tired mind. You had even watched a few episodes of the latest show, scrolling through all of your social media’s but it still wasn’t doing the trick. Finally, it was the hot milk that you made you succumb to a restful few hours.

You went to work the next day with an uneasy feeling in your stomach, maybe you had crossed the line with the mobster boss. He had the power to do anything he pleased with you and you basically told him to seduce you or fuck off.

No sign of Sam. Maybe he just wanted you for god knows what reason, you would rather not think about it and get to work, get your mind off of the subject. But when you opened your locker, a piece of paper fell out of it. Oh goodness, were you fired? No, Max wouldn’t fire you like this would he? Dammit.

Y/N,

You were right. It was wrong of me to try and buy your affections.

I now know that you are different from everyone else. That is why I’m attracted to you, there is something about you. Something that I cannot fathom what being around you does to me.

I am no Shakespeare. I am no Nicholas Sparks. I am no other romantic novelist. I don’t express too much emotion to do with personal life but with you. But I am trying, and that has never happened before. Not before you.

I have tried to write this a hundred times but they never seemed right. I even tried to use a ghost writer but that never worked out either because they didn’t capture your essence but I’m not doing very well in that department either so you are just going to have to trust me and have patience with me because I will get one of these letters right. One day. It just won’t be today but I can hope that you will read my future letters.

Sam.

That man. Sweet and dangerous. What a combination. A combination that could love you dearly or kill you harshly; you weren’t ready for either option. Everything was bad. Everything was so bad.

The days passed and you received more letters like that. Getting no more articulate but still sweet no less, one about how your beauty had compared to none other than anything that he had seen before, which you had rolled your eyes when you thought about how corny it was but it made you smile nonetheless.

Your boss had refrained from giving you any instructions when it came to Sam, and you had an idea that it may have been due to a word or two that was shared with the man in question. There was suddenly like a tension when it came to you and your boss but that wasn’t going to stop you from doing your job. A job you needed so desperately.

Sam came into the café and sat in an empty booth, it must have been deemed his because only one couple had sat there all day. He greeted you with a goofy, teeth flashing smile, he must have been in a good mood. He droned on about getting possession of a property last week so it may have been something to do with that or he had successfully destroyed someone else’s life but that is none of your business. Only his.

“Hey, Sam. How are you today?” You said happily, his smile contagious making you do the same.

“Better now that I’ve seen you.” His usual response when coming into the café, a response that you were sure you would soon get tired of but it still had the same affect on you.

“Is it the same as usual then?”

“Exactly, but throw in a chocolate muffin and slice of pizza. I’m feeling extremely hungry today.”

You repeated the order to him and when he nodded, you put his order in and got to work on his coffee, waiting for his food to be prepared and cooked.

“Did you get my letters?” Sam asked a little shy, seeming off from his usually overconfident self.

Setting down his cup of coffee, you nodded, telling him that you did and that you were very flattered by their contents. “Your food shouldn’t be too long.”

You served other customers, taking their orders and putting them in for the chef but there was nothing else you could do other than wait for the food to be cooked before you could serve it to your customers.

Sam had stayed longer than usual, outstaying all the other customers until it was just you and him, all other staff apart from your boss but even he had grown tired of waiting and gave you the keys to lock up the café behind you.

“What’s on your mind handsome?” You asked, taking a seat after you had taken away and cleaned his penultimate plate.

“You. Always you.” Was what he wanted to say but he wouldn’t say it aloud not when he was one of the most notorious mafia boss’ there was. So instead he said, “nothing but business. You know what would make it better?”

“What’s that?”

“A night with you.”

You pressed your lips together and shake your head. Of course he would go there. Rolling your eyes, you rose from your seat and sauntered away. Pulling out your pen, you leaned against the counter making sure you had your denim clad ass on show to tease him. You wrote on the pad and tore off the paper before waltzing over to the booth where Sam now held his head in his palms.

Curling your fingers around his, you pulled them away from his face. Before you could get a word out, he was already apologising for taking it to far. Pressing a kiss to his cheek to silence him, you whispered in his ear, “go home, Sam. Call me tomorrow. I get off at noon, if you’re not too busy that is. Sam had asked for the bill not long after your suggestion to meet him after your shift tomorrow.

It was nearly noon but you started at six in the morning, you were exhausted, especially due to the morning rush but you were full of energy thinking about what you and Sam would be doing in a few long awaited minutes. You were ready to take the next step, to take control and hangout with him instead of just fucking each others brains out. At least that was what you believed he thought - you shouldn’t jump to conclusions, maybe that wasn’t what he wanted but you had enough experience with men to know what they expect. And you were starting to get that feeling that when Sam hadn’t shown his face in the diner

Untying the rope at the small of your back, the apron loosened its grip on you, allowing you to take it off and put it back in your locker. Luckily all you had to do was change from the diners custom grey and blue polo into one of your tops that you kept in there; at least it was a cute floral one that fell off the shoulder.

Grabbing your purse, you flung it over your shoulder and stalked your way outside of the diner after a quick wave goodbye to Max and even Lucy, telling your boss that you would see him in the afternoon tomorrow and your co-worker in a few days time when your schedules would once again clash.

You were playing with the hem of your top, walking down the street to your car before you felt an arm wrap around your waist and a hand covering your mouth, pulling you towards their chest and into an alleyway. You attempted to scream anything to break free of his hold, you were ready to throw a punch but stopped quickly when you realised that it was only Sam.

“Why would you scare me like that. Fuck sake. Why can’t you come to me like a normal person? You know face to face.” You shoved his shoulder away from you, putting your hands on either side of your face to calm down. Why he would think it was okay to act like a creepy kidnapper? You couldn’t know why.

He tilted his head and rose his perfect eyebrows. “Baby, I’m far from normal.”

“Why? Are you kinky? Is that why you tried to kidnap me? Is it for your sex chamber?” The random questions spilled from your mouth without you thinking and now that you thought about it, it sounded ridiculous.

“I did not try to kidnap you but I shouldn’t have scared you like that. I’m sorry. And as for the kinky thing – you’ll just have to find out later on.”

“Ah so you limit your kinks per day, smart move. I like that in a guy.” With your lips pursed, you nodded in comprehension.

“Listen, I didn’t mean to scare you but I think someone was following you. I’m just trying to protect you.” He said, true desperation spilling from his mouth, he was exceptionally concerned and that worried you all the same. If this big, bad mafia boss was worried, you knew that you should do the exact same thing, maybe worry a little more.

“I believe you. But you could have gone about it another way, you know, one where I don’t almost pee my pants?”

“Is there any indication of anyone wanting to hurt you in any way?” He asked, pulling out his phone and tapping away on his touchscreen keyboard.

Your heart was racing, something wasn’t right. Something had happened and you had no idea of what it was or why someone was following you. Why would they do that? You tried to rack your brain of why but nothing came to mind. “I’m just a waitress. Nothing special. I was only a cleaner before that and that doesn’t get any attention. Is it because of you?”

You asked him out of interest, not really expecting an answer but he still gave you one.

“It’s a possibility.” He said bluntly, shaking you to your core. “My line of work is dangerous and there are always people that want me dead and that includes the people around me. Nothing is going to happen to you. Not when I’m around.”

That was an answer that you did not want at all. Not one bit. You wanted to be safe and you couldn’t be because there was a threat against your life because you were talking to a man who just so happened to be a gangster.

But now that you knew a threat was out there, you had no clue what to do. If you stayed with Sam, you could get hurt but if you stayed away from Sam, you could still get hurt. It was a lose - lose situation.

“I know that you’re scared right now.” Sam started but you interrupted before he could even finish.

“Scared are you fucking kidding me. That doesn’t even begin to cover how I’m feeling right now. You think that you know how scared I am. Because you don’t. I’m terrified because someone is after me. For what? You, probably information about you that I don’t have because I don’t fucking know you.”

“Come with me.” He quietly demanded. “I just need you to trust me to do at least try and keep you safe.”

“I feel like I’m dead either way so I might as well.” Ah yes, the bitchy maybe a bit too sassy inner dialogue. She was a real beauty when you were scared out of your wits.

Sam rolled his eyes, gripping your wrist and pulling you closer to him. “Stop thinking about death, you’ll live if I have anything to do with it.”

“Fine.” You huffed, but your heart was almost beating out of your chest. Being so close to Sam and not being able to do anything about it. Your eyes flicked over his lips, spotting the peak of his tongue licking at his top lip. Still there was nothing you could do about it other that fantasise about what his lips could do, how they would feel on your own lips and your body. “Just look after me. Don’t let anything happen to me.”

“I give you nothing but my word and protection. I will do whatever it takes. Even if I have to do something that you may not like.”

Of course he meant kill a man or woman but he didn’t want to say it out loud to you. If it was any other person, he would have come out with it, been blunt about the situation. Sam wouldn’t have even cared about a stalker, it didn’t concern him most of the time. But you were different. This time someone had stalked you because he simply came to the café that you worked in. It was his fault, this time it was on him and he didn’t like it.

Sam had checked if the coast was clear, after a few seconds of surveillance he came back, yanking your arm once again. Crossing the street, he pushed you into a car that you could only assume was one of his. He hadn’t told you otherwise and you were not about to argue with the man who had both physical power and economical power.

When Sam was sure that no one was following you, he pulled into the next turning, parking in a space where you were surrounded by other cars. Just in case someone had seen you with him.

“I need you to stay in the car just for a few minutes.” He reached over, pulling open the glove compartment to reveal a gun. Your whole body tensed, shuffling back in your seat and shriveling into yourself. “Climb into the back and stay down.”

He covered you with the blanket, then exited the car. With your heart in your throat, you followed his instructions and stayed put. There was no way you were going to move one inch, not when there were two threats outside of this car. The stalker and the gun that Sam had.

Clenched fists, you curled your legs into your stomach, waiting for everything and nothing to happen at the same time. But you still weren’t ready for the gunshots outside of the garage. The shot’s echo ran through the garage, ricocheting through your whole body, you started to shake, scared of what had happened out there. What if Sam had got caught in the crossfire and you were next? What if Sam had shot an innocent person? All those what if’s running through your mind.

Five minutes had passed, still no sign of Sam. Of course, whilst you were in the car, Sam had taken care of the situation. Although he had been shot at, Sam took the final shot and killed the stalker who he noticed was part of his rival’s gang. The man had pleaded for his life, but Sam had no sympathy for the man who had stalked and prayed on women, Sam even knew that the man had abused other women, sexually and physically. The man didn’t deserve to live. Not at least in the eyes of the mob boss and that was enough information he needed to do what he did.

When Sam had returned he almost made you jump out of your skin, yanking the door open and checking you over to see if you were okay. There was a tinge of anger that softened as he tried to calm your shaking body. Of course, you were scared out of your wits but there was nothing you could do about what was happening in the world you were living in.

Sam was quick to get out of there and to wherever the hell he was taking you.

“But do I really have to stay here? I’m fine and the man is gone. I’m assuming you took care of him so I have nothing to worry about.” You said, a little whine in your voice, as you spread the butter over the two slices of bread. You didn’t want to stay in the safe house, you just wanted to go back home, even if it was to the studio apartment that you could only just about afford.

“Listen, Y/N. I’ve told you three times now. Don’t make me repeat myself again. While I take care of business, it will be safer for you to remain here. You are here for your own protection and that is final.” He was angry, of course he would be, he had already mentioned the importance of you remaining in the safe house. It was for your protection but you didn’t get it, not really. But still, something in his voice made you exponentially upset, something you couldn’t even rationalise inside of you, he was trying to protect you and all you could think about was being caged in the safe house like an animal.

Not saying another word, your nostrils flared and you purse your lips. Huffing, you continued to make your sandwich, cutting it in triangles like your mom used to. When you had plated it up, you grabbed a bottle of water, heading upstairs. And, not being familiar with this space, you walked into every other room, struggling to find your room. Not so great when you’re angry.

Sam had left you in your room to calm down, listening out for the creaking of the wooden floorboards when you used the bathroom or explore the current house. He sat in the make do office, sending out texts and making a few calls to his brother and his subordinates. He found out that one of his men had been beaten to death in retaliation to the hit his rivals took earlier in the day. Of course, he hadn’t been too happy about that but at least his guy was in the hospital with a few broken ribs, a swollen eye and a dislocated shoulder and not six feet under, down in a ditch where no one would find him.

When he thought it was appropriate, Sam took the liberty to lock up his office because you didn’t need to see what was in there, he wasn’t going to let you get involved even more that you had done. Entering the dark kitchen, he flipped on the light and decided to make you a cup of tea. He had seen you drink it on multiple occasions at the café when your customers had stressed you out or made you angry enough to have tears in your eyes. He didn’t want to be the reason that you had those tears – or any tears – in your eyes, he didn’t want to be the cause of your problems yet here he was causing tears to spring to your eyes and he felt even worse that he brought a stalker to you. Sam shook his head and got back to work making you the tea, he really hoped you would be okay, or even accept his token of apology.

Checking in your newly assigned room, he noticed you were quiet even though he had asked you how you were; you had just shrugged your shoulders. Nothing would come out, it was as if your voice had been taken from you, but with what had just transpired, you didn’t need to talk. You just needed time to adjust to this huge change in your life that had happened so suddenly. Fucking mobs and their rivalries with each other.

“I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that.” He had difficulty putting it into words at how sorry he really was, but he couldn’t say them out loud. He knew he may have been too harsh, but he just wanted to keep you in the clear, to keep you safe. He was the one that got you into this mess after all.

“Okay.” Was all you could say, nothing more could pass your lips, there was nothing more you could really say after someone had threatened to shoot you for not listening to them, for wanting to redeem your freedom and not be confined in a space away from everything you grew up with. Everything you were used to was now gone, all because of Sam Winchester. Sam Winchester, the mob boss, the dangerous man that no one wanted to encounter.

“I brought you up a tea. I know that it shall not make matters any better but all I can hope for is the first step to forgiveness.” He spotted a tiny nod, and Sam took that as an opportunity to settle the cup onto the nightstand and left the room, just waiting.

After the spat that you had with Sam, you finally forgave him. Even if he had given you a scare.

You had moved safe houses three times within the last five months, this place that you had been in the longest. This may have been your favourite one of them all, despite moving so far out of town, you were in another state but it allowed you to feel a little more safe and secure. With that Sam had pulled a few strings and got you a job in one of the local diners, a partial appearance change and a new name later, you only hoped that no one but Sam would recognise you.

Speaking of the Devil, he had walked through the doors of the diner. Tall, dark, and handsome he still was. Quickly, you hide your smile, trying not to get distracted or have Sam notice that you had already seen him,

Sam had been sure to sit in a seat that had a whole view of the diner, but in someplace where he was hidden from a direct view of the window.He was concealed but could see everything from his vantage point. Where he sat was indeed in your sector, but he knew that.

Regardless of the diner not being busy, you took your time getting around to Sam’s table. His order already memorised, you had already written it down before you made it to his table and he opened his mouth. You slipped him a note, heading back for the kitchen to hand the chef his order.

Finish in an hour. Meet me out back.

Sam smirked and slipped the note inside his inner pocket. He couldn’t wait for this hour to be over. There was something about the glimmer in your eye that made Sam a little stiff in his crotch, the newspaper was a handy tool to cover his growing tent.

Walking through the door, Sam was on you in an instant, pushing you into the wall as soon as he had slammed the door shut. His hands and lips were everywhere; lips tracing all exposed areas of your skin and his hands skimming over your body, pulling you closer to him.

His fingers traveled to pop the button of your jeans, you did the same for his pants then pushed the suit jacket he wore off his shoulder, revealing his broad shoulders encased by his white shirt. Bringing his lips back to your, you devoured him as he did you, your fingers toyed with the buttons on his shirt, clumsily pulling them open.

He was rough, biting at your skin, at your lip. Your mouth hung open as his fingers dove into your underwear, pushing them against your soaked lower lips. He stepped back and you whined at him. Sam pulled his shirt from his shoulders, revealing a perfectly chiseled body from the gods themselves. He tosses his shirt carelessly onto the floor. Whilst he was preoccupied with his attire, you pushed your unbuttoned jeans down your hips along with your underwear.

Yanking off his boots, you peeled your top from your skin and added it to the pile of clothing on the floor. With you naked and under his heated gaze, Sam was just down to his underwear, you aggressively pushed them down over his thighs to where they now pooled at his ankles. You silently moaned at his size, taking him in as your hands reached out and caressed his stomach, his abdomen rippling at your feather light touches.

Your hand traveled to his neck so you could pull him into a heated kiss. His lips attacking yours for a moment before your lip caught in between his teeth causing you to moan into the little gap between the two of you. Your free hand grips his hips and push him onto the bed so that he sits near the end, enough to give you space to kneel.

Within a flash, your straddling his hips and pressed your mouth against his. The little kisses turn sloppy but not any less passionate. Rolling your hips against his caused the perfect amount of friction between the two of you. He groaned low in his throat as you repeated the motion; a positive reaction. You smile as you press your lips to his once more before pushing him onto his back, where you trace his jaw with feather light kisses, making a descent further down south.

He goes to stop you but you quietly hushed him.

“Let me take care of you.”

“Oh, baby.You can whatever the hell you want with me. Just tell me what you want and you can have it.”

With one final kiss to his stomach, you stop your ministrations and sit back in your haunches. “Maybe I just want you to wreck me with your tongue until I’m sated and spent.” You say nonchalantly, like you hadn’t been planning to say that all day but you continue to explain the perfect night in your mind. “And then we could go for round three and we both get what we want. But first, I’m gonna suck you off. You’ll be so deep in my throat that I’ll almost forget how to breathe. It’ll so fucking good when you come because then I’ll just have to swallow it down... How does that sound?” You seductively run your fingernails over his thighs.

He practically moans “Oh my god, Y/N, you’re freaking perfect!”

Remembering that he had put a pause your actions, you asked, “you want me to stop?”

“Fuck! God no!” He almost shouted, nearly whimpered as you gripped onto his cock.

You squeezed a little as you moved your hand up and down over him, your motions slow and calculated. Seeing as his eyes were trained on you, you decided to put on a little show for him. Dropping to your knees on the floor, you saw that Sam was now on his elbows, watching your every move.

Without another thought, you took the crown of his cock into your mouth, tasting the salty precome that slid from his slit. He moaned, encouraging you to give him little kitten licks to the tip of his cock, the velvet head of it slipping easily into your mouth. You took him deeper, pumping at the base of his dick, where your throat couldn’t take anymore.

“God, you’re so good at that, baby.”

Sam’s head fell back onto the covers, you could tell he was struggling to keep himself from canting his hips upwards. Your head was bobbing up and down along with your fist, saliva dribbling down and out of your mouth, coating Sam with your spit.

“Oh, fuck! Such a dirty girl, Y/N.” Sam groaned as he threaded his long fingers through the strands of your hair and gripping onto it firmly.

You heard the tone he used in his voice and knew he was close to blowing his load so you cradled his balls in the palm of your hand and squeezed them with a little added pressure. The combination of your movements had Sam’s balls tightening and nearing his orgasm. You decided to push down further on him, he was hitting the back of your throat now.

Quickly, he sat up and knotted both of his hands in your hair, trying to get you off of him but you stood your ground, releasing his balls and clutching onto one of his thighs, crescent moon shapes appearing as they dug into his thick, muscular thighs. You hollow your cheeks and increased your pace. Finally he allowed himself to release his load into your mouth, the salty taste lingering before you greedily swallowed it down. Sam hips thrusted into your mouth once more and you came off of his dick with a wet pop and licked your lips, your thumb wiping at the corner of your mouth, taking off the remnants that stuck to you.

He grabbed your face in his hands and pulled you up into his lap so you were once more straddling him, you stopped him though.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” He was genuinely concerned, maybe you couldn’t go further that he wanted to.

Looking into his eyes, you searched for any uncertainty. “Nothing, it’s just…”

His thumbs stroked over the apple of each of your cheeks and waited for you to continue.

“I had your dick in my mouth and you wanna…you know.” You almost whispered.

You were clearly embarrassed but Sam pulled you closer and kissed you anyway, softer and sweeter that the first one that the two of you shared at the beginning of your encounter. When he pulled away, no matter how sweet it was, he still left you breathless. “I don’t care, you don’t have to worry your pretty little head about that, we’re just going to enjoy it, together, you understand?”

He waited for your confirmation and dove straight for you again, the tenderness all but forgotten as you were all teeth and tongue, moans and groans as your mouths forcefully clash together. He slid his tongue at the seam of your lips and you opened your mouth for him. Sam groaned as he got a taste of himself on your tongue. Your arms wound around his neck and you pulled him closer, eager to have him as near to you as possible.

Your breaths mingled until the need for oxygen became too much and you had to part, your forehead slanted against his as you tried to control your breathing.

“If you don’t sit on my face,” His eyes almost black, hooded with lust as he looked into your eyes. “I will spank you so hard you won’t be able to sit for a week.”

From the expression alone, you could have got drunk, you gained the confidence again to answer him with a giggle. “Well, to that romantic soliloquy, I’m going to have to say fuck yeah! I hope your tongue has special qualities to it and make me satisfied with it.”

“Yeah? You doubt me?” Sam bit his lip as he awaited your answer, you gave a quick nod and kissed him again. Slowly. “You better prepare yourself, little lady, because you are in for one hell of an experience.”

Unwinding your arms, you lightly gripped onto his shoulders and pushed him down so that he was lying underneath you. Without breaking apart for long, you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and maintained contact with him, your lips grazing over the corner of his mouth to his jaw, to the sensitive spot you found behind his ear.

“You coming up here or what?” He inquired with a deep groan.

You gave him one final kiss on the lips before you started to crawl over his body, your pussy sliding over his cock, causing him to hiss and the pleasure in the movement was borderline painful. You apologised before lifting yourself off of him and moving towards the front of the bed where his head was resting.

Gripping onto the headboard, you stood above him and looked down into his eyes, you saw the pure and utter desire in them. His eyes darted from your eyes to your soaked pussy and back to your eyes again, a hunger that overtook his hazel orbs. Leisurely, you lowered yourself so that you gradually got closer to Sam’s face, you wanted to drag this out for as long as you could so that he had a chance to back out if he didn’t really want to do it - or if you didn’t want to do it. It got to the point where he got so impatient he grasped your thighs and pulled you onto him, the sudden contact eliciting a high pitched gasp, almost like a squeal.

He didn’t dive straight it, no, he wanted to drag out where you needed him the most, albeit a bit apprehensive of being in that position with someone for the first time. Your pussy was so close to his face that you could feel his breaths, but every time you went to sit a little closer he would push you further. Not allowing you to take the reins.

He turned his head to the side and kissed the meaty flesh of your thigh, biting it softly and licking over the slight sting he had caused. He had only just begun but your body was already on fire.

“Sam, please.” You pleaded, feeling Sam’s fingers flex a little,his untreated nails digging into you thighs, you took that as a sign that he was going to do what he wanted and not what you wanted. He was the one that was giving the orders, in his daily life and in bed with you. You couldn’t believe you had waited this long to take the next step in your - would you call it a relationship? You had no idea what the two of you had but at least it was something. “You know what I need. You know what I want.”

“Exactly.” Without uttering another word just yet, he craned his head to the other side, blowing hot air from his mouth onto your dampening core before repeating his actions to your other thigh. When he was good and ready, only then would he start his torture - or pleasure, you didn’t know. Sam’s hands moved from your thighs to your ass, pushing you up a little and you could feel his scruff against your heated skin. You wiggled as you felt the tiny hairs prickle your flesh. “Just because I know what you want doesn’t mean I have to give it to you. You should know that. This is my world and you’re just living in it.”

Closing your eyes, you missed Sam’s tongue flick out and lick his lips. He completely caught you off guard, inching you closer to his face in a flash. His mouth was hot against your core just seconds before he dove in, his tongue darting straight out and dipping into you. Shaking his head, he looks as if he was vibrating, the tongue parted your folds as the wet muscle entered into you.

The pressure on your pussy was perfect, so perfect in fact that you couldn’t help but buck your hips into his face. He hummed in delight but then stopped shaking his head when you clutched a handful of his hair between your fingers, pushing him away for him to breathe and for you to look him in the eye and tell him that you needed him somewhere else, somewhere more sensitive.

“Please?” You begged trying to sound as sultry as possible, hand rubbing over your thigh, trying your best to sell what you had to offer.

Sam smirked; he knew exactly where you needed him. His tongue peeked out once again and licked a long stripe over your pussy. He notices you rocking against his face, convulsing. And you moan as the tip of his tongue flicks against your clit. It’s not long before the coil in your lower abdomen tightens, threatening to snap as he sucks your clit into his mouth, not letting up until he’s ready to do so. He suctions and rolls the little bundle of nerves between his lips and you can’t help the quivering of your thigh and your whole body for that matter.

“You like that, baby? Yeah, you fucking love it, don’t you?” He grunted in between breaths and eating you out.

“Fuck, Sam!” You grip tightly to his hair, shoving his face deeper into your pussy, almost to the point where he can’t breathe. But he knows that you are worth it.Knows that whatever you are about to give will be worth the few seconds he has without breaths. Sam squeezes at every available piece of skin that he can get; your hips, your tits. When he gets to the latter, Sam plays with the breasts, pressing them together before taking and nipple and rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. You gasped at the sensation, the action on the brink of being too painful for you to handle but you just jerk on top of him.

The movement you make and his tongue and his touch. It was everything that you could ever want but you didn’t want to come yet, everything would be over too quickly, and you didn’t want that to happen. Sam is there though, moaning at your taste when you come. He’s there lapping at your juices when they spill from your insides. He pulls away, allowing you to come down from your high, he smiles at you deviously, looking at you straight in the eye, you see your arousal on his chin.

Your breathing has evened but you don’t have much more time to recover as he lunges for you once more, your first orgasm not enough for him. Still sensitive, your hips don’t know whether to move away from him or move closer to him. It seems the latter has won. Your hands rush to be in his hair again, clutching onto it for dear life, almost too hard so that he winces, retaliating with a bite of his own at your inner thigh.

Before you know it, his tongue is shoved deep inside your entrance as his nose bumping against your clit. He eases in and out of you, he closes his lips around your clit and sucks as if his life depended on it. One of your hands release Sam’s hair, but when you do, he quickened his pace and your eyes roll to the back of your head, your thighs boxing him in and drawing him in closer.

You grope at one of your own breasts, as your second impending orgasm is drawing near, that same feeling returning. Another flick to your clit and he awkwardly shoves two of his fingers inside your dripping cunt. He curls his fingers in a come hither motion, finding your g-spot easily with his digits, stroking your walls that were clamping down on him. His coarse stubble was scratching against your inner thighs, only intensifying the fire building in your lower belly. You come once again that evening, enjoying the bliss that you’re in as you collapse next to him, trying to calm your erratic breathing.

Both Sam’s and your chests are heaving, exhaustion ready to take over your body as you curl into him, tracing patterns onto his tattoo that you had only just noticed. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand to remove your arousal that is still glistening from his chin, you look up and see that Sam has a goofy grin on his face.

“What are you smiling at?” You ask with a furrowed brow but a slight curl of your own lips.

He turned his head to look at you and brought his hand up to cup your face in them, “can I kiss you?” He inquired, not answering your question but you nodded your head anyway. Sam leaned forward, thumb stroking of the apple of your cheek, drawing you closer to meet in the middle.

His lips slant against yours and you immediately open your mouth to him as he silently asks for entrance. You moan as you taste yourself on his tongue and see why Sam wasn’t so weird about it earlier.

When he pulls away your eyes are closed and you struggle to open them after such passion has already been exerted and you have barely even started. He gently presses another kiss to your lips and your eyes flutter open, instantly connecting with Sam’s brilliant hazel orbs.

“You taste that?” You nod. “That is why I was smiling.”

His hand moves from your face and skims down your body, over your luxurious curves but stops short of your thighs, his hand resting on your hip. With him touching you, your body was on fire, a trail of heat left behind. His kisses were so intoxicating that you had to go back for more. Lewd moans spilled from your lips as you felt Sam’s hands spreading your legs so he could circle his fingers around your clit before he dipped them into your entrance, his thumb now brushing against your clit, applying the smallest amount of pressure to make you feel the effects. Soon enough, his fingers started pumping in and out of you, curling them until he was buried inside you knuckle deep and finding that sweet spot within you once again.

With an idea sparking inside your mind, you bite at Sam’s bottom lip before continuing the passionate kiss. Your hand wanders down Sam’s body, over his chest, over his abdomen, over his cock. You caress his cock before taking him in your hand, dragging your hand up and down, your thumb rubbing over the tip of his cock. When you broke apart from your kisses, you barely spoke above a whisper. “I wanna feel you.”

With a final few pumps of his fingers, he withdraws them, leaving you empty and wanting more but it is hardly noticed. He kisses you once again before pulling you onto his lap so that you were straddling his stomach. “Go for it, baby.”

“You have a condom?” Sam stretches out an arm to the nightstand next to his bed and pulls out the shiny foil packet, ripping it open with his teeth and handing the rubber over to you. Shuffling back, you now balance on his thick muscular thighs. Grabbing his growing erection, making it stand upright instead of resting against his stomach, you pinch the top of the condom and smoothly roll it down on his cock. When that was done, Sam offered you one of his hands, intertwining your fingers together. Placing a hand on his chest, you lifted yourself up, hovering over him. The hand that was on his chest came to grip his cock and line it up with your entrance.

Slowly, you sank down on him until he was buried to the hilt inside of you, the blunt head of his cock hitting your cervix. Subconsciously, you threw your head back in ecstasy, your eyes rolling to the back of your skull. Your body automatically quivering, hips rolling, your clit brushing over his pelvis.

“Fuck! You feel so good, baby. So fucking tight.” Sam grunts. He mumbled something about wrecking that pussy but you had only just heard it over yours and Sam’s panting, choosing to ignore it and see if he would live up to his confident words.

You sweep your hair back out of your face and tuck it behind your ears as it blocks your view from him and his gorgeous body. Yes, you are objectifying him but who wouldn’t? What he doesn’t know won’t kill him besides if he owned a mirror, he would know or he is totally modest, or blind. The smirk on his face told you he just knew what you were thinking, he knew he was hot as hell.

You realise your fingers are still linked when Sam squeezes them, you squeeze back and release them, guiding both his hands to your hips. Grinding down on him, you feel the full length of him pressed inside of you, pressed against your inner walls. They clamp down on him as his pelvis juts up to meet yours and you know that that is your cue to start bouncing, moving, anything that will satisfy the both of you. But you wait a little while longer, this moment between the two of you was something different, something that you hadn’t felt before.

Sam’s fingers dig into your skin and you’re sure that there will be bruises but you don’t care, you want to be marked by him; he has ruined you for all men anyway. You lean down to attach your lips to his and the new angle creates a whole other level of pleasure, the waves that flow through you make the coil in your stomach tighten once again. You can feel your next orgasm approaching and you know you won’t last long.

You never broke the kiss, only deepened it before it became sloppy, tilting your head to the side and pulling his face closer to yours. His tongue swiped at your bottom lip and you obliged his silent command to open your mouth. Your tongues battled for pure and utter dominance, flicking against each other every few seconds to gain the upper hand.

When you finally pulled apart, he chased your lips and started to sit up but you pushed him down. Your lips going to his neck to suck a hickey, he had already marked you, it would only be fair to mark him as he had with you.

When you pulled away, you were happy with the mark, dark and purple and all yours. Dragging your hands down his chest, you trailed them down to his abdomen, his hands move to your thighs and gives you free reign. Finally, much to Sam’s approval you start to bounce on him, going up until he’s almost out of you, just the tip inside, but then you crash down on him. You do this and your nearly there, nearly over the edge but you need that little extra push and Sam knows it too. He reaches between your bodies and instantly connects with your clit, rapidly flicking over it.

“Ahh, Sam, don’t stop.” Reverting back to grinding, you feel the familiar clenching of Sam’s ball at your ass and you know you are both about to explode. “Right there, fuck, keep going, keep going, keep going!”

You rock your hips and Sam thrusts upwards and deeper into you, with one final magic touch of the pleasure button, your orgasm rushes through you as white spots start to cloud your vision. Tumbling over the edge, your pussy clamps tightly around Sam bringing him into his own finish, shooting white hot ropes of his come into the condom but he isn’t done with you yet, he flips you so that you are on your back and he’s hovering over you, his forearms supporting his weight so that he isn’t fully on you.

He’s managed to stay inside you and you feel full and sweaty, as the suds roll down your face and build on your chest. You know he wants to go once more before he is finished with you and you are totally okay with that. You are totally okay with the predatory gaze in his eyes that he holds with your and you know he’s about to attack.

He dips his head and you think that he is going to kiss you again but he doesn’t, he buries his head in your neck and repeats your earlier motions, sucking on any skin that is available to him, licking over the small wounds he has made as a soothing gesture to calm the almost pornographic moans that are leaving your throat.

Sam starts pumping his hips, driving himself deeper and deeper into you. He creates another new angle, hips rotating and grinding and dragging, it all feels so fucking good but his rhythm is interrupted, Sam stops his actions and pulls out of your soaking wet pussy. Flipping you onto your front, he presses his hand in between your shoulder blades, your chest to the mattress below you. You were almost positive that there was a hand print left in its wake.

He takes this time to remove the condom and replaces it with another, he’d deal with the old one later. But right now, he was focused on fucking you as hard as he can because he knows that he is on the brink of another orgasm; he just wants to fuck you first.

Ass in the air, Sam’s hand drags across the length of your back, squeezing your hip and giving your ass a harsh smack before he grabbed his cock and pushed it inside you once more. He starts his punishing rhythm once again, fucking you from behind and making your whole body shake and shiver. Clenching your fists around the sheets, you almost curl your body at how good it feels.

When he pulls just one more orgasm from you, Sam’s whole body explodes, grunting and groaning as he comes. The mob boss falls on top of you, his dead weight crushing your body under his. Rolling you both onto your sides, Sam finds your clit and starts to rub at it, ensuring that the waves of your orgasm have passed and all that is left is the aftershocks, ready to wear off.

Coming out of your daze, you only just realise that Sam has already slipped out of you and jumped off the bed. He discards both of the condoms in the trash in the bathroom coming back with a warm, wet washcloth to clean you up. You thank him, eyes glossed over as you snuggled into the pillows.

“Why haven’t we done this sooner?” You ask, clutching onto his biceps as he removes all the evidence of your activities. He tosses the washcloth haphazardly on the floor and tucks you into his arm.

“You wanted to be wooed. This is all on you.” He kisses you soundly, tracing patterns on your naked body as you both finally drift off into a peaceful sleep. You’re too tired to even think of a witty response.

Sam picked you up everyday after your shift even if it had been a late shift going all through the night. He didn’t mind and you didn’t have to ask. It was endearing, sure, but if you were being honest there were some days that you just wanted to be alone and walk to the house by yourself. As you were told multiple times, you knew that wasn’t possible. It wouldn’t be possible anymore if there was still this rivalry between the two gangs. No matter how many people each of them had exterminated, nothing would stop this until everyone or everything was dead.

Sam had been away for a long time and even though he had sent another one of his crew members, you were still scared for Sam. At first, he had sent his brother, Dean, then suddenly he stopped coming too. You had only recently learned that the new driver was called Bobby. Through his grumpy demeanour, you saw that he was somewhat a softie but there was still an edge to him that made you weary, almost terrified of him. But you knew that if Sam had trusted Bobby then you would be safe, that you would have nothing to worry about.

After two days of being driven about by Bobby, you asked him the question that had been burning through your mind. “Bobby, if you don’t mind me asking… where’s Sam at these days?”

“Unfortunately, I’m not at liberty to discuss anything of his whereabouts.” Came his gruff reply but you were sick of being ignored, of being in the dark.

You weren’t going to take this bullshit anymore. “If you don’t tell me right now, then I swear to whoever is listening, that I will jump out of the moving car and kick up a storm until I know what the hell is going on.”

Bobby pulled the car over and checked over the back seat and grabbed your chin between his fingers, a little too violently. “You listen her, little girl. The less you know the better off you’ll be. Understand? The world you’re living in now ain’t no sunshine and rainbows. The real world is filled with death and murder. No happy endings. So get your head out of your ass and grow up.”

His words had shook you to your core, you had no idea what to say of how to react. How could you have been so stupid to end in this whirlwind of a criminal life? Of course you had to fall for a guy that was in the craziest business of them all. Looking out of the black tinted windows, you sat back in your seat, your bottom lip quivering but you refused to let any tears fall. That would have been unbecoming of you.

Later that night, with Bobby stationed outside of the safe house, you heard the jingle of keys before the twiddling of the doorknob. With sharp ears and feline feet, you quickly hid away in your closet. Even though there were signs that someone you knew was coming into the house, there was still doubt in your mind, something telling you not to take any chances, not when Sam wasn’t here to be with you and protect you.

“Y/N?”

You sighed when you heard the familiar voice of Sam’s brother. It was like a whole weight had been lifted off of your shoulders. You could get back to talking to someone other than yourself. Putting down the knife that you had hidden in the closet, you compose yourself and call out that you would be with him in a moment.

Greeting Dean, you stepped into a small embrace before offering him a coffee. When all the pleasantries were exchanged, you led Dean to a seat and took a deep breath. You had to pluck up the courage you had to ask about where Sam was and if you could see him. But before you could speak, Dean had already interrupted your thoughts bringing them to life.

“So, Bobby told me that you kinda exploded today on the way home from work.” He scrutinised your face and spotted the small finger shaped bruises that had already formed on your face. “See he already warned you, huh?”

You nodded, taking a sip from your coffee before you spoke. “Yeah. I just wanted to know- I just wanted to know where Sam was and why I hadn’t seen or heard from him. I just want to know whether or not he’s okay. I pushed too hard and got pushed back. Not one of my best days.”

Dean’s eyebrows rose within a fraction of a second but you caught it, you also caught the tiny smirk that was on his lips but you never questioned it. Never questioned anything they did anymore because if you did you figured that you would only get hurt.

“Get dressed. We’re going for a drive.” Dean demanded, before he pushed back the chair back and shoved his arms through his jacket, tossing it over his shoulders. “I’ll be waiting in the car. Don’t take too long, you won’t wanna miss this drive. Go.”

A single nod and you were flying up the stairs. What clothes you had, were shooting across the room. You changed out of your work top and switched it out for an old tee and a hoodie you think you had stolen from Sam and ungracefully slipped into your tennis shoes. Checking the time on your phone, you saw that only a mere two minutes had passed. Time to get into the car and pray for your own safety and answers about Sam and his whereabouts.

The car ride was almost silent, apart from Dean’s soft humming of a Metallica song. Somehow, over the past week or so of riding in the car with Dean, you found out that he was a huge metal head, you had finally learned the difference between Metallica and Led Zeppelin, and even Bon Jovi. Who knew it was more than one guy?

“Listen. Hit me if you want but could you tell me something? Anything about Sam? Even just to say that he’s fine or if he never wants to see me again. I just need to know something. Please?” Quickly but clearly, you uttered your words to Dean, your fingernails scraping across the pads of your finger, as well as the cuffs of your hoodie. All of what you said was risky, your heart beating a mile a minute but you just wanted- no you needed those answers, even if Sam just didn’t want to see you ever again.

He chuckled, Dean actually chuckled at your words- at your tortured words. “Just be quiet. You can wait a few more minutes, can’t you?”

You swallowed but bit at the inside of your cheek before nodding at the dark man. Moments had passed and Dean had turned into a road where he came to a stop. Oh no, this is how you died. Down a dark and dingy alley. This couldn’t be the last place you saw before you left this earth.

“Let’s go. Chop, chop.” Dean demanded, the car door creaking open before it slammed shut behind him; you quickly followed suit, the deafening sound of the car lock screeching in your ear.

Opening the heavy doors, the light that shone through blinded you. The stark white against the pitch black of night. A few nurses and doctors were first to pierce through your vision, they were the first things that you saw when your vision had readjusted.

“We’re here to see Steve Buchanan.” Dean mentioned to the receptionist. He nodded, wiggling his fingers over the keyboard after he had given you a once over with a disdainful look on his face. The monitor flashed and the man swiped a finger - indiscreetly - over his nose, a not so secret signal, you presumed.

“You know where to go, Sir.” The man tipped his head and continued to scour whatever was on his phone. He was obviously so done with his job but you didn’t know what to expect in this hidden hospital, one that you had only just found out about a few moments ago. For all you knew there could have been a gun pulled on him under the desk. It was better just to go along with things than to question them. You learn things like that the hard way.

But who was Steve Buchanan? You racked your brain for any mention of the name but nothing was coming to you. You had absolutely no idea who the man this Steve was. Maybe he was the reason that Sam couldn’t see you. Was he a rival? A friend? Family? Hopefully, this visit would be the one where you would get some answers, you prayed that it wasn’t one that would have you ask more questions.

You were quiet when Dean lead you to the elevator, not daring to make a noise when you traveled through the hospital. Mutters, wheels rolling and the scuffling of feet could be heard, a few beeps here and there but other than that it fell on deaf ears.

Six rhythmic taps on the door brought you out of a daydream, your feet working on autopilot as you followed. The door Dean knocked on opened and you immediately stopped playing with a thread in your pocket, your jaw almost falling off of your face.

You felt as if you had been hit in the stomach then slammed to the floor. Unable to do anything. You took a few deep breaths trying to make sense of it all. Taking a step back, you shake your head, you didn’t want for this to be true. You took off, finding the nearest nurse to ask where the toilets were.

“Straight down the hall and to the left, darl.” She responded, you missed the look of concern she had for you on her face. You couldn’t even thank her, the bile in your throat rising. You could barely breathe.

Finding the bathroom, you fell onto your knees in the first stall. Seeing him like that wasn’t what you expected, all the bruises and wires, cuts and tubes. It wasn’t what you wanted to see and all but hoped that you would never see it again. Everything that you ate for breakfast and lunch. When the contents of your stomach had completely emptied, you sat back on your haunches, your temple on the wall just waiting for the wave of dizziness to pass.

You hated that Sam looked so vulnerable, so helpless. And you couldn’t do anything to help him.

Everything from your head to your throat to your stomach was aching.All you could think about was the pain, the pain of what Sam was going through, of what you had just experienced.

A few moments later, you still hadn’t moved from your space until Dean’s voice had sounded through the door. When he didn’t get an answer from you, he carefully came through into ladies bathroom.

“I know it looks bad but it did look worse at the beginning of the week.” Dean joked as he rubbed a hand over your back. A quick chortle followed before it stopped. He must have realised how stupid he sounded, but the fact that he was making jokes did cheer you up a little. Just a little.

“Why didn’t you- anyone tell me sooner?” You sniffled, wiping your tears and your nose on your sleeve.

“Because we know about the baby, sweetheart.” Dean simply said, making your stomach drop. “Sam had someone keep an eye on you, you picked up the pregnancy tests at the pharmacy. And you’re throwing up right now so I think my deductions are correct. You’re pregnant.”

“I didn’t think you would change my life the way you did but I don’t think I can do this anymore.” The tears were streaming down your face, you didn’t want this life anymore. You couldn’t bring a child into the world that their father lived in. Not when there was such anger and hatred, blood and violence. It just wasn’t worth it, no matter how much you loved Sam. No matter how much you have come to love Dean and Bobby, too.

This was the hardest decision you would ever have to make but it was probably the most important one too.

“What are you talking about?” Sam scoffed, running a hand through his hair before he reached out to take hold of yours. It took everything inside of you to pull it away but you had no strength to do it; so you let him take it. “You’ve been acting weird ever since I got out of the hospital. You can talk to me. No harm with come to you.”

“You can’t promise that. You couldn’t even protect yourself. How are you supposed to protect us?” You almost snapped, pulling your hand from his to rub over your face, trying to get rid of the ever flowing tears but they just wouldn’t stop. “And I know you know about the baby, so don’t play dumb.”

“You’re keeping it?” He asked incredulously, extremely confused about your decision to keep his and your child.

“You may be a killer but I’m not. I wouldn’t kill this baby. Because that is not who I am.” You rose from your seat and you didn’t hear if he had answered, but you didn’t know that he was too stunned to even think about a response. He knew that you were right about being a killer, he accepted it because that was what he and his family were. But he remembered who the fuck he was. Remembered everything his father taught him, everything his mother taught him, even remembered what Dean had taught him. All the family values he possessed.

He wouldn’t want this baby to grow up in a world that he had been caught up in. It was his fault that he had continuously pursued you. He should have known that this would have happened but you were just so hard to resist especially after making him work, after making Sam almost beg on his knees.He shouldn’t have done it but he did and now he had to pay for the consequences. If he had a chance to stop it he would. That was exactly what he was going to try and do.

“Is that what you think you’ll be doing if you abort this baby?” He didn’t even give you time to respond. “You will be saving them from imminent death. A death that we may not be able to stop if people find out about this baby. The others will take their anger, their frustrations out on our baby and there will be no remorse at all because that is what they do. They live and breath the smell of blood because it is what gives them an edge, a sort of power, a blood lust that they haven’t been able to control. Not even when it comes to women and children.

Storming up the stairs, your feet angry and quick, you grabbed your suitcase and filled it with all your belongings. You didn’t take too long, you barely had anything a value. A few days clothes maybe a week. Unframing the only two photos that you had in the house, you carefully dragged your finger over the picture. You and Sam posing in the snow. You don’t know how but you held Sam’s entire weight on your back long enough for Dean to capture the picture. The second was a little more candid. The two of you in the diner and he had cracked a corny joke and it was just an awful one that you had heard way too many than you cared to admit but after a moment of silence you couldn’t help but laugh at his attempt to carry out a successful pick up line.

The thought made you smile, but then you remembered how angry Sam had made you moments ago. The way he had just naturally assumed that you would get rid of the baby. There was no way in hell that you could do that right? Or maybe there was a chance that you could do it, you couldn't bring a child into this world. A world of war and massacre. But women gave birth everyday. Women can also make the decision to get an abortion. Maybe you were just angry with him because he hadn't asked what you were going to do about the baby, how he hadn't even considered talking to you about your options, about what the two of you should do.

When you deemed the suitcase filled with your most valuable belongings, you took a deep breath and glanced around at the room that had become part of your home. You were going to miss this place, miss the memories, miss the people. All good things must come to an end. You just wished that they came to an end to make room for new, better things. This was it. One final look and you were on your way out of here, to wherever the wind took you. It was a new adventure, you kept telling yourself. It was a new adventure and you were going to be fine. Whatever you do, wherever you went, you were going to be okay.

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