#also added an a fix it because I forgot the mating bite

[midnightsun-if]

wait how can vampires have hickey then if they regenerate quickly 🧍‍♀️

I just assumed it was a fun one-off scenario that didn’t necessarily have to go by the bounds of canon.

It’s possible, if the MC hadn’t fed in a bit, but not to the point where you wouldn’t attract them, that the MC wouldn’t heal, at least not as fast as the body would probably try to conserve energy, waiting for its next meal, and not waste it on healing a small bruise, though it’d still probably disappear within a few hours still. Which is entirely probable too and not something I’ll ever really get into with the game as a whole. 😂

Suspended belief and all that… It’s one of those things where you’re like: I know this isn’t possible, but I want to see it… So we’re gonna pretend it is for the moment.

The lore could shift around a bit too… We’ll just see what happens! Sorry for the confusion in any case. 😅

[cressidagrey]

I breathe flames each time I talk - Chapter 5

Summary:

The story of how Oriana Fireborn Belmont finally meets her mate's family.

Also the story of how Rhysand, The High Lord of the Night Court, finally recognises that by the cauldron, there is no fury like a female scorned.

Azriel would just like everybody to get along.

Warnings:

Rhys Bashing, Serious Injury

Notes:

I put a lot of world building into this. If you don't recognise it from canon, I probably invented. Or I forgot that canon existed.

(thanks to @firefly-graphics for the super pretty dividers!)

“Stop moping.”

“Excuse me,” Rhys garbled out, looking up from where he had been staring at the same roll of parchment for at least an hour. 

He had not been moping. He had been…regretting his life choices that had brought him to that moment. 

Feyre looked less than amused, though her face had softened. She didn’t look utterly furious with him, which was a step up from Morrigan, who had nearly taken a bite out of him. 

Granted, he probably deserved that. He also deserved the cold indifference that Amren had shown or the fact that Feyre had been ignoring him…that Cassian was fucking furious with him and that Azriel hated him. 

“Stop moping around,” Feyre repeated herself. “You big Illyrian Baby,” she added with a small quirk on her lips. That was something at least.”

“My brother hates me,” Rhys gave back, his voice quiet. 

Azriel hated him. He had only tried to do the right thing and still, he had…only messed it up even further. It shouldn’t even surprise him anymore. 

“He loves you,” Feyre disagreed. “But Rhys, you really didn’t make that easy on either of them,” his mate said pointedly, coming to sit on his lap. It was a piece of peace that he didn’t really deserve right now. Not really. Not like that. 

“Feyre Darling…” he started but Feyre silenced him with one look. 

“You hurt Azriel really badly by saying things to him that were not at all thought out,” she told him pointedly. “You didn’t take his feelings seriously and you also took a choice away from him and away from Elain. And worst of all…you never even apologised for it, because you didn’t even think you were in the wrong, Rhys.” 

He didn’t think he was. 

“You never even tried to fix it,” Feyre said the worst thing of it all. 

He didn’t. Not really. 

“I tried to get him angry. I figured that would help,” he admitted. “It used to.” 

“When you were children?” Feyre asked. He nodded. 

“Sometimes he got so angry and didn’t talk, the only way to get him to talk was to badger him long enough that he threw the first punch,” Rhys admitted quietly. “And then keep at it until he was absolutely exhausted…sometimes then, he started talking.”

“Well, that worked for a child. You haven’t been that in 500 years,” Feyre said drily. “It’s an abscess. And you have let that wound fester under the surface for nearly three years, Rhys.”

“So what am I supposed to do? How am I supposed to fix it, when Cassian told me to keep away from him and from Azriel…and when Azriel’s mate is out for blood.”

“Well, for an abscess you would typically need to lance it,” Feyre said drily. “You know, poke a needle in it…let all the pus drain out.”

This just sounded horrible.”

“Give it a little time,” Feyre said finally. “And about that mate of his…Oriana Fireborn,” she said with some amusement. “So what happened to your favourite jacket?” Feyre teased him and he sighed. 

“You don’t want to know,” he told her and Feyre just grinned at him. 

“Don’t I?” she teased him. “How bad could it be, Rhys?” 

Bad. 

“I was young and stupid,” he finally said with a sigh. “And I didn’t listen to Amren…And I got it in my head that…Oriana’s sister would make a good bride,” he admitted with a grimace. 

Enya. The Healer. Not Titania, the heiress, but the middle sister. Beautiful, Educated, Magically Powerful…she had ticked all the boxes he had once upon a time had for the Lady of the Night Court. 

“Shut up,” Feyre said and started laughing, much to his bemusement. “You flirted with her sister and she wasn’t having it, was she?” she asked and Rhys sighed. 

“I was turned down flat,” he complained and Feyre just continued to giggle.

“So what did you do?” she asked, trying to keep her laughing under control and he scowled. 

“Well, I figured that she was going to fall for my charms,” he explained, trying to hold onto the shreds of his dignity.

“Let me guess, she didn’t?” Feyre asked and he just sighed. 

“She definitely didn’t,” he said with a sigh. “So I, in my incredible wisdom thought that…well. If the middle sister wasn’t an option…maybe the youngest could be,” he recounted with a grimace. 

If Enya had turned him down flat, Oriana Fireborn had been worse. 

“Her response to my flirting was to put my favourite jacket on fire in the middle of dinner. And when that was done, she started on my trousers.”

Feyre was laughing so hard that she had started to cry, holding onto his shoulder. 

At least somebody was finding the whole episode entertaining. 

Amren definitely hadn’t thought it was funny, especially because Adara hadn’t been very amused by her two youngest daughter’s antics.

Or his for that matter. 

“Well, I mean, at least you got to keep your hair,” Feyre finally said. “Cassian wasn’t that lucky.”

Rhys thought with a grimace at Cassian's hair that he had finally shorn off because that was the only way to deal with the uneven singed edges. A hand came up to self-consciously touch his raven-black waves. 

“Though maybe don’t tell Azriel that you tried to make his mate your wife,” Feyre added. “I don’t think he is gonna like that very much.”

Yeah, he also doubted that.

“Just let the first wave of anger subside. And then start with an apology.”

That seemed reasonable. 

The problem was only that Rhysand wasn't always reasonable. 

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

Azriel listened. 

Mostly at least. With the help of the shadows and lots of potions…and soft kisses, with her crawling into his lap so that he wasn’t going to strain any muscles…she got him to stay in the bed for the next day. 

She had straddled him again after breakfast, letting his hands gently touch her waist, brush against her ribs that were still twinging with every second movement and was kissing him like they had all the time in the world. And maybe they had. Maybe they did have all the time in the world. 

For a moment at least it felt like that, with soft kisses being pressed to her face, being peppered against her skin, her hands buried in his hair. 

She would have liked to continue down that road, if she didn’t feel her ward ping with something. 

She had reworked her warning net, adding bits and pieces and fixing the burnt-out stones. 

And currently, it was telling her that there was somebody that that had never been there before. 

“Somebody is there,” she told Azriel.”

“Cassian and Nesta,” he answered, immediately, obviously having had a shadow on the lookout. “He’s a horrible mother hen,” he told her with a sigh as she moved off his lap with a laugh. 

“I don’t know, it’s cute that he checks on you every day,” Oriana disagreed. “He loves you.”

“He does,” Azriel agreed softly. 

“I’ll let them in. I don’t think Cassian is ready to lose any more hair,” she quipped as she gained her feet, hearing Azriel chuckle lightly as she left the house and walked towards the ward boundary. 

There was Cassian, waiting, behind him a female, tall, light brown hair braided into a cron on her head. And Oriana smiled softly as she recognised her and her own handiwork in the pins that kept the braids in place. 

“Good Morning,” she greeted them, holding out a hand for Cassian. 

“Good Morning,” Cassian responded, clasping her hand in his, surprised as she pulled him towards her and through the ward. 

“Did you change it?” he wondered. She just shrugged, before she offered her hand to his companion. “Oriana.” She introduced herself. 

“Nesta.” There was recognition in these silver eyes as she stepped through the ward, shivering slightly. 

“I never…felt anything like that,” Nesta admitted. 

Cassian’s mate. Azriel had told her about her. But even if he hadn’t, she would remember the young woman from somewhere else. Still, that didn’t matter right now. 

“That’s good because I invented it yesterday,” she quipped drily. “Thank the cauldron, you are here, I am running out of ways to keep Azriel busy.” She turned towards Cassian. 

“I am surprised you have managed to keep him in one place this young,” Cassian admitted drily. 

“I am quite creative at making threats,” she said drily, making Cassian laugh. 

She turned to the kitchen, leaving Nesta and Cassian to say hello to Azriel but she wasn’t surprised at all as she turned towards the meatballs she was making that Nesta had come back into the kitchen, hesitantly standing at the edge. 

“I remember you,” she said quietly and Oriana smiled softly. 

“I remember you too,” she agreed. From a few years ago and a night in a music hall. She had pissed off a guy that was going to take advantage of a very drunk Nesta and had then delivered her to her home because Oriana could never quite manage to leave good enough alone. 

“I wasn’t sure if it was really you. The name was the same but…” Nesta trailed off. “Thank you,” she thanked her. “For that night.” 

“Did it get better?” she asked Nesta, lifting up her gaze to look into her grey eyes. 

“Yes. Some,” she admitted. “He helps.” A sharp nod in the direction of her bedroom, where Oriana could see Azriel and Cassian talking in low tones. If she concentrated, she would be able to pick up on that. 

“I can understand that,” she agreed. Azriel also helped. In a lot of ways that she never even thought he would. It was so easy to just be herself with him, to not need to be anybody different. Ever.

“You love Azriel?” Nesta asked quietly. “He’s…He’s a good man. A good friend.” 

“He’s my mate,” Oriana responded, forming another meatball. 

“That doesn’t mean anything,” Nesta said with a shrug. “Do you love him?” she insisted. 

“I do,” Oriana answered truthfully. “I love him. I loved him from the moment I first saw him at that market in Verlairs because he was my mate, but I fell in love with him, because it’s Azriel. And he may never believe that he is a good male, but he is a righteous one. And I have learned that that is worth much more,” she said quietly. 

Nesta seemed to turn her words around in her mind for a little while like she wasn’t quite sure what to think about it. Oriana finished her meatballs, not bothering to light the fire on the stove as she made it roar with a flick of her wrist. 

“Is that a Tartera thing or…” Nesta asked suddenly and Oriana looked up as she put her meatballs in the oven. 

“It’s a me thing,” she said, as she washed her hands and then dried them. “My father came from the Autumn Court. Tartera are fireproof but they can’t control it. I can do both,” she explained with a shrug. 

“Do you have silver flames?” Nesta asked suddenly and Oriana mustered her. Azriel had mentioned something like that to her, though she didn’t know the full story. 

“No, I don’t,” she answered honestly. “I can control magical fire to some extent, though that can still hurt me, just like every other Tartera.”

Nesta seemed to take that at face value. 

"Cassian said that you made the hairpins,” Nesta said suddenly. “Thank you. They are quite…”

“Beautiful and deadly,” Oriana ended the sentence with some amusement. “It’s good that you found use for them. There is nothing worse than making something that nobody can find a use in,” she said thoughtfully. Every time she melted down a piece, it broke a little bit of her heart, even when she could make it even better. 

Still. It was something that she had created with her own two hands and her own magic. 

“You have a jewellery shop down in the Rainbow?” Nesta asked and Oriana nodded. 

“Yes, I do. I used to be an Enchantress, but I fell out of love with that…so I left the mountain…and took up my creed in Velaris. Now…Since I met Azriel, I went back to my roots. I was never somebody who forged weapons. But I was the one you went to when you needed protection ,” Oriana explained, fiddling with her tea towel. “That was always my goal, what I strived for.”

Nesta seemed to mull that over in her head. 

“I need to know, did you make anything enchanted for Azriel?” she asked Oriana, sounding definitely amused. 

“I made him new armour,” she admitted. “But he wanted to test that before actually using it.”

“Don’t let Cassian hear that, he hounded Az for weeks about the siphons,” Nesta said with a laugh, the sound like tinkling bells. Oriana grinned.

“I made some for him. You two can take them back with you if you want to.”  Nesta nodded, before she grew serious, one hand reaching up to touch the hairpins. 

 “Sometimes I forget how…many different things you can be in this world,” she admitted quietly and Oriana sighed softly. 

How weird their world must be to a female who spent most of her life in the human world? That was still so young. Oriana had lived for nearly 2 centuries before Nesta had ever been born. She was just a few years older than Althea was, her niece.

“Every time I invent something new, I am in awe at magic,” Oriana said quietly. “And that’s something I have done for centuries. You are still so young. And you didn’t even grow up in this world.”

“How old are you?” Nesta wondered. 

“225 years this year,” Oriana answered honestly. “Though to be honest, I stopped really counting some time after I turned 100…I got married when I was 18. He died a few months before we celebrated our 80th wedding anniversary.”

Nesta stared at her. “You know how weird that sounds to somebody like me?” she asked weakly. Oriana couldn’t help but laugh. 

“Yeah, I can imagine,” she agreed, as she pulled her meatball from the oven, pulling out spices to make the sauce. 

“You know he’s not usually that bad,” Nesta said suddenly. “Rhysand, I mean,” she clarified at Oriana’s look. “He’s an asshole, definitely, but he tends to mean well,” she said quietly. “And I am also the last person you would ever expect to defend him. I don’t particularly like him, but… he wants the best for his people.”

Right. 

“Ah.”

The noise must have made it very obvious that she didn’t agree but Nesta cocked her head to the side as Oriana added spices to her pan. 

“You don’t think so?” she asked, sounding curious. Like she had never even thought about it. Maybe she hadn’t. She hadn’t been born into this world. She hadn’t been surrounded by it by centuries. But then, maybe she hadn’t already grown jaded to it. 

“You know…I…I am not completely High Fae,” Oriana said quietly. “I am a half-breed. Half Tartera, Half High Fae. I belong to both societies and to neither in a sense,” she explained. “I grew up sitting at my grandmother’s council table in the mountain. We are a smaller society than the Night Court at large by far,” she warned Nesta. “That means, that I am very much aware that the way, my grandmother governs can’t be replicated on a grand scale. My grandmother knows every Tartera in the mountain. She knows who they love, who they hate, who they want to be. She knows all of that. Rhysand can’t know that. How should he?”

“But…Hewn City,” Oriana said with a sigh.

“Yes?” Nesta asked, sounding curious. 

“Do you think Hewn City is fair? To it’s inhabitants? I don’t mean the old faes that chose to stay there. They made their choice. They can live with the consequences. But every child that is born in that place, every girl that is married off to a male that treats her like dirt…they didn’t choose that. Innocent children are born there every day and their parents and families prejudices poison them until they are just like them . Of course, they are. Why should they have a different opinion? They never even knew a different way of life,” Oriana said fiercely. “It’s not fair to the children.” 

Nesta stared at her, swallowing. 

“You…you have thought about this,” Nesta said quietly. Oriana nodded. 

“I am not saying the mountain is perfect. It’s not. We are far from that. Arranged marriages happen there, my own was…but children are seen as incredibly important and must be protected at all costs.  If you willingly choose not to have them…no Tartera will understand that. My sister never married. She gets to hear about that every damn day. As do both my brothers. And our justice system is harsh. Capital punishment is used…more freely than it…should. We don’t  have a stomach for war, but we had a harsh walk to that realization.”

“Still. As a Fae…all you have is time. Once you have your first century under your belt, all the time you have…you can spend it thinking. And you start to have opinions about everything,” she said drily. “Not just serious political ones but also about what kind of Fireale is superior. The better-tasting one or the one that gets you drunk faster? Is there a better way to forge silver? Opals just don’t look good with marigold yellow and I much prefer working with yellow gold over rose gold. See? A wealth of opinions.”

Nesta looked at her like she had lost her mind for a moment.  

She opened her mouth to respond but then Oriana felt her warding snap, like the maw of a waiting bloodhound. 

“We got a visitor,” she said drily, putting out the oven with a wave of her hand. 

She could feel who it was. 

Still, the sight of an Illyrian half suspended in midair like a fly in amber made her grin. 

Her warding net had become visible, a glowing golden dome surrounding the Lakehouse. 

“Oriana Fireborn.”

“Rhysand.”

[roosterbox]

Fic Rec Friday 3/31/23

Title: More of You to Love

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016)

Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson

Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson

Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Eddie Munson, Omega Steve Harrington, Top Eddie Munson, Bottom Steve Harrington, Established Relationship, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Mating Bites, Weight Gain, Weight Issues, Chubby Steve Harrington, Body Worship, Intersex Omegas, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Oral Sex, Boys In Love, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Eating Disorders, Self Confidence Issues, Scars, Internalized Fatphobia, Breeding, Discussions of mpreg, Digital Art, NSFW Art

Summary:

Before his heat, Steve usually puts on extra weight, like every other omega. For some reason, the softness of his body is upsetting him this time around. Eddie is there to remind him of his worth, like always

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Today’s rec, once again, is from the absolutely fantabulous world of Steddie. Yes, these adorable boys have their hooks in me but good. Which is only mildly annoying, I promise. And recently two interesting things have happened. One - I added more fics to my bookmarks (including this one!). Two - Steddie has become the ship with the most fics in said bookmarks (52!). Damn, son. I think I forgot what being in a fandom in its prime was like! Very fun!

This one in particular struck me right in the heart. It’s a somewhat familiar tale: dear sweet precious Stevie having Issues, lovely caring bean Eddie helping and supporting him no matter what. Familiar, but oh so good. Body image issues are nothing to sneeze at, and they are handled with such grace. Nothing is one-and-done easily resolved either; these things can’t be fixed by one session of caring words and tender lovemaking. It’ll take time, and everyone involved (Steve, Eddie, and the reader/narration) knows this. But as a reader with their own body image issues, I get the sense that Steve is going to be just fine. With a lot of love and a lot of tenderness (and a mate who adores him), he’ll be okay. Maybe it’s because of the aforementioned body image issues, but I feel like this one hit particularly close to home. But since I don’t have my own Eddie Munson to snuggle with (DON’T I FUCKING WISH), I will instead live vicariously through sweet Stevie. And the spicy scenes are just hnnnnnnng *bites fist*.

The artwork spliced throughout in key points is absolutely stellar. Beautiful even. I especially love their rendition of Steve - even more of a cutie pie than usual (which for Stevie is saying a lot!).

Also, I’m not gonna say that I was drawn to the story because it’s ABO. But I’m not not saying that either…

Highly recommended.

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Next Week: Think it’s time for some… Spacedogs, eh? One of the perhaps stranger ships I discovered on my Ao3 binge last year, but hot damn is it amazing. Which fic to choose? Hmm… How about something super fucking cute? I’m talking full on tooth-rotting “I can’t believe we both planned on proposing” fluff here. You’ll get yourself a nice big sugar fix to start April off right.

¡Hasta luego!

[waitimcomingtoo]

Missing Link

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Synopsis: Tom can’t find you during the quarantine and the boys are no help. Also, Tom has chickens if you didn’t know

A/n: got this idea from a prank on youtube. Thank you to all that helped me with the plagiarism thing yesterday! Lots of love. Stay safe and healthy ❤️

Masterlist

“Hey, guys. I’m just gonna take out the trash.” You held the trash bag up a little as you alerted the four boys in the living room as to what you were doing. Harry, Harrison, and Tuwaine did not look up from the video game they were playing, but Tom gave you a gentle smile and reached for your hand.

“Okay, Princess.” He squeezed your hand before returning to his game as you walked out of the house.

“Damn.” Harry mumbled once you left.

“What?” Tuwaine asked, neither of them taking their eyes off the video game.

“She said she was taking out the trash.” Harry pointed out.

“Yeah, and?” Tom asked, gripping the controller angrily when he lost.

“She forgot Harrison.” Harry sighed.

“This is why people say Sam is the cute twin.” Harrison grumbled.

“Die.” Harry deadpanned as he focused on the game. Tom and Tuwaine exchanged looks as Harrison gave Harry the side eye.

An hour later, the boys were growing listless with their game. Harrison put his controller down and rubbed his aching eyes.

“Alright, I’m starving. Let’s eat.” He rubbed his hands together and walked into the kitchen.

“Me too, mate.” Tuwaine tossed his controller onto the couch and joined Harrison in the kitchen.

“Let me get Y/n and we’ll have some lunch.” Tom said as he walked into the bedroom where he assumed you’d be.

“Are you hungry, baby doll?” He asked, frowning when he didn’t see you in there. He walked to the connected bathroom, but the door was wide open and you weren’t inside. Confused as to where else you would be, he checked the rooms one by one, starting his Harrison’s and ending with Tuwaine’s. When you didn’t show up in any of them, he began to get worried. He went down to the basement and yelled down the stairs.

“Y/n?” He called your name and got no answer. “Hello?”

He went down the steps and looked all around the room, but you weren’t there either. He stopped for a moment to scratch his head. He knew you weren’t in the kitchen or common area because that’s where he had been. And he knew you weren’t in the bedrooms because he had just checked them. The house wasn’t big enough for you to not hear him calling your name, and he feared that meant you weren’t inside.

Tom padded back to the kitchen where the other three boys were eating various forms of lunch.

“Guys, where’s Y/n?” Tom asked as he reached the kitchen counter. All he received as a response was a series of shrugs.

“I don’t know. Haven’t seen her.” Harry said as he put the finishing touches on his sandwich.

“I haven’t seen her either.” Tuwaine added, stealing half of Harry’s sandwich.

“I thought she was taking out the trash?” Harrison recalled.

“Yeah, that was over an hour ago.” Tom began to worry even more. He’d been so caught up in the game, he didn’t even realize you never came back into the house. The common area was in the middle of the front and back door. He would’ve heard or seen you had you come back inside.

“Maybe the chickens ate her.” Harrison shrugged as he took a bite of his food. Tom snapped out of his worried state to glare at Harrison.

“Don’t be a div, Haz. Chickens don’t eat people.” Tom snapped, growing frustrated as none of the boys took the situation seriously. He leaned back on the kitchen counter and stretched, blowing out a nervous breath.

“These are weird times, man.” Harrison defended. “Don’t you think they get tired of corn and seeds sometimes?”

Harry nodded along as if Harrison said something of substance, stopping when Tom shot him a look.

“No I don’t, because they have brains the size of walnut. And apparently, so do you.” Tom huffed. He ran his fingers through his hair and gave it a stressful tug.

“Let’s not turn on each other, guys.” Harry warned as he sensed tension rising.

“He’s right. It’s what the chickens want.” Tuwaine said knowingly and Tom gave him a long, angry glare.

“I’m leaving.” He declared as the boys snickered amongst themselves. He stormed into your shared bedroom and looked around again, hoping to find this there this time.

“Princess?” Tom called as he looked behind the door. “Are you in here?”

He sighed in defeat when he didn’t find you once again. He went through the same routine of checking Harry’s room, then Harrison’s, then Tuwaine’s.

“Y/n? Where are you?” Tom called, his voice echoing off the walls. When he got no reply, he impatiently licked his lips and took out his phone. He called you, sighing angrily when he got no answer. He tapped his foot as he waited to leave a message.

“Hey, sweetheart, it’s me. I’m worried about you. Please give me a ring when you get this. I love you, bye.” He left you a voicemail, trying to keep his voice calm as he spoke to you. He put his phone back in his pocket and returned to the kitchen, empty handed.

“She’s not here. I checked all the rooms in the house. She’s just not here.” Tom said in exasperation. He had no idea how he managed to lose you during a nationwide lockdown.

“Relax, mate. She’s probably went on a walk.” Harrison offered some helpful insight.

“But we always go on our walks together.” Tom whined like a child.

“Or maybe she just needed some alone time.” Harry suggested. “The poor girl is trapped in this house with four boys and nowhere to go. She probably needed some air.”

“I saw her talking to a lady bug the other day just for some female interaction.” Tuwaine commented.

“Okay. You’re probably right.” Tom decided to believe in the best case scenario. “She’s just on a walk.”

All the boys, including Tom, nodded in a agreement that you were just on a walk. After a beat of silence, Tom let out a whine.

“How long is this walk!” He exclaimed. The boys exchanged looks as Tom pulled out his phone.

“Hi angel. It’s me again.” He let out a shaky breath. “I’m scared somethings happened to you. Please ring me as soon as you get this. I miss you. Bye.”

He stared at his phone for a minute, hoping your name would light up on his screen. When it didn’t, he sighed sadly and put it away.

“Guys, I’m really worried now. I haven’t seen Y/n in three hours.” He licked his lips again, his mouth feeling dry with fear.

“Relax, Tom. She’s gotta be somewhere around here. She legally has to be.” Harry insisted.

“I’ve checked every room in the house. Twice! Where the hell did she go?” He asked in exasperation. He looked to the boys for answer but they had nothing to give him.

“Maybe every time you come into the room, she leaves it swiftly and quietly.” Harrison moved his hand like he was painting a picture.

“Like a gentle breeze.” Tuwaine whispered right in Toms ear, who flinched away.

“Why would she do that?” Tom asked in confusion.

“To avoid you.” Harry shrugged as he sipped his tea.

“Maybe she’s playing Hide and Seek.” Harrison pointed at Tom like he had a brilliant revelation.

“Or tag.” Tuwaine added.

“Why would she start a game of Hide and Seek without telling me?” Tom groaned at their incompetence.

“Or tag.” Tuwaine repeated.

“Did she expect me to just assume we were playing?” Tom asked, half humoring their ridiculous theories.

“Yes. You’ve never playing Surprise Hide and Seek with someone?” Harrison scoffed at Tom. Tom looked at his friend like he was crazy.

“Whats Surprise Hide and Seek?” Harry piped up. Tom felt the real issue slipping away from the conversation.

“It’s like regular Hide and Seek but it’s a surprise because you didn’t know you were playing it.” Harrison explained and Tom gripped the countertop in frustration.

“I highly doubt Y/n is playing Surprise Hide and Seek.” He said through a fake smile.

“Well we still have the chicken theory.” Harrison reminded the boys. Harry and Tuwaine nodded as Tom gave them a searing glare.

“We do not have the chicken theory! Chickens do not eat people! For Christ’s sake.” Tom slapped the countertop.

“We don’t know that Tom! We don’t know anything about chickens.” Harrison exclaimed. “Maybe the chickens saw you eating chicken and decided to get revenge. You named the chicken Predator, and now it ate your girlfriend. That’s on you!”

“I didn’t name the chicken Predator!” Tom shouted back.

“That was me.” Tuwaine raised his hand. “And leave Predator out of this. If he killed Y/n, it’s because he caught her slipping.”

“Have you all lost your minds?” Tom yelled at the bunch.

“Yes.” They said in unison. Tom was dumbfounded at this and seemed to space out. The boys stared at him in confusion as he stared off. Harry waved a hand in front of Toms face, and he didn’t blink.

“What are you doing?” Harry asked nervously.

“I’m counting to 10 in my head.” Tom stated catatonically. “Whew. Okay. I’m calm. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go find my girlfriend.” He spun on his heel but didn’t even get a step forward when he heard Harrison’s voice.

“Might want to check the chicken co-“ Harrison stopped his sentence when he saw the crazed look in Toms eyes.

“Finish that sentence.” Tom dared him.

“I don’t want to.” Harrison mumbled in fear.

“But I’m asking you to. Finish that sentence. Don’t be shy.” Tom said again, staring Harrison down. They looked into each other’s eyes for a moment, the tension building.

“Might want to check the chicken coop.” Harrison said quickly.

“I’ll kill you.” Tom lunged forward but Harry and Tuwaine held him back. Tom relaxed and fixed his shirt, clearing his throat as he nodded to the boys to signal that he was ready to behave.

“I’m just scared, guys.” Tom sighed as his frustration turned into sadness. “And none of you are taking this seriously! Something could’ve happened to her. She could be hurt or lost or scared.”

“Or on a walk.” Harry tried to reason with his brother as he got back on the couch to play video games.

“What if she’s not?” Tom protested. “What if someone took her?”

“Have you tried calling her?” Tuwaine asked.

“No Tuwaine. I sent her a letter asking where she was. I sent it to her via a carrying pigeon. We’ll have an answer in 3 to 5 business days.” Tom snapped in sarcasm. Tuwaine held his hands up in defense and Tom immediately felt bad.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap, I’m just worried about her. I’ll give her another call.” Tom said as he pulled out his phone to ring you. He got your voicemail again and sighed. “Y/n, baby, please ring me back. I’m dying here. I need to see you and make sure you’re all right. Ring me, please.”

Harrison and Tuwaine gave him sympathetic looks, finally grasping how worried he was. Tom shook his head and took a seat next to Harry on the couch.

“Harry?” Tom asked quietly.

“Yes?” Harry turned his attention to his brother.

“I think I’m single now.” Tom sighed.

“I’m sorry to hear that, mate.” Harry chuckled at his drama.

“I’m sorry too.” Tom nodded, accepting his fate as a single man.

“Hey, Tom. Hey, Harry.” You walked into the room and took a seat on the couch, turning your attention to the video game on the screen.

“Hey, Y/n.” Harry said without looking up. Tom did a double take at the sight of you, nearly jumping off the couch.

“Where have you been?” Tom practically shouted, making you jump back a little.

“I was taking out the trash.” You laughed a little at his reaction.

“For five hours?” Tom demanded.

“I’m teasing.” You laughed and pulled him closer to you on the couch. “I was pranking you. I’ve been hiding through the house all day while on Instagram live. Look, say hi to the camera.” You showed him your phone and he saw his own confused face on your screen with a couple thousand followers watching.

“Gentle breeze theory wins!” Tuwaine cheered from the kitchen.

“I really thought it was the chickens.” Harrison grumbled from the other side of the room.

“What?” You asked regarding Harrison’s comment.

“I’ll explain later. You mean to tell me you’ve been here all along? And recording it?” Tom asked you in disbelief.

“Yep.” You said proudly. “I had a lot of people tuning in to see how long it’d take you to find me. I figured I’d give you a break once it hit the four hour mark.”

“You didn’t think to check her Instagram?” Harry laughed at his brother for his stupidity.

“You’ve been on live all day?” He couldn’t believe he hadn’t thought to check your Instagram.

“I was on with her at one point.” Tuwaine mentioned and Toms eyes widened as you nodded.

“How’d you even get back in the house? I never saw you come in.” Tom realized, knowing for a fact he would’ve seen you come back inside.

“Climbed through a window.” You shrugged casually.

“Climbed- you climbed through a window!?” Tom exclaimed, making you laugh. He finally laughed as well and pulled you into a hug. He sighed in relief that he had you back before kissing the top of your head. You wrapped your arms around his torso and let him hold you.

“I missed you, princess.” He mumbled into your neck as he cuddled into you. You smiled and squeezed him tightly.

“I was always around the corner.” You told him, kissing his forehead. “I’m sorry I made you worried, baby.”

“It’s okay.” He smiled softly at you. “I’m just glad you’re back.”

“I’m glad too.” You pulled him into a brief kiss. “Now what’s this about chickens?”

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alpha - drew m / roman r. [m]

Note:

Okay, so I’ve seen a few of these floating around now and then and I know that as a reader, I personally enjoyed the experience. And that little showdown between Roman and Drew really... Got to me and lives in my head rent free. My original idea for this was so much different than what this is going to shape up to be, but honestly, I feel like it works better this way. As much as I dislike even thinking Randy Orton’s name. Adding that particular variable into the mix made this a lot smoother than my original idea.

I’m actually really excited about this. It’s a choose your own smutty ending. I think the first person I saw trying this was @glowrioustrash​ and it was last year, for Halloween, I think? I enjoyed reading that, so I kinda wanted to try my own hand at it then. I just never got around to it. I even asked them if it was okay if I did it, back then, I think? Anyway... Last night’s Smackdown just gave me ample inspo to FINALLY get off my ass and try it, and make it a part of my year-long smut one shot series. Bet ya’ll thought I completely forgot about those, huh? Well I didn’t. So... here we are.

This part is the beginning to both of the smutty parts I’m going to write for this, so it’ll be linked on either post and either post will be linked here, once I have them all done and posted on the blog.

LIFE EDIT: Eventually, loves... I’ll get around to posting the smutty conclusions to both men. When I do, those will be linked to this post.

Enjoy this teaser, hopefully?

HUGE SHOUTOUTS TO : @wrestlingismyguiltypleasure and @schizoauthoress​ (your suggestions and that helpful input at the end, ahhh.. i owe you my life)  as well as @wardl0w because I have probably bugged the living hell out of all three of them as I attempted this and they were seriously huge helps to me with this.

Characters / Pairings:

Drew McIntyre / Female!omega reader - version 1, coming soon

Roman Reigns / Female!omega reader - version 2, coming soon

Warnings:

This is an attempt at me, writing alpha/omega again. So there will be knotting, mate bite marks, etc. In addition to that, there will be smut in the second part of these, whichever man you guys choose. There’s also hints of unwanted confrontation between Orton and Reader to start this off with and it gets... handsy, ewwww. But I had to have a way to work in both guys and make it work, so.. here we are. There’s also gonna be swearing. If I need to issue any other warnings those will be on the follow up posts.

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[ Roman ] or [ Drew ]

The scent was absolutely intoxicating. So understandably, when it filled my nose for the fourth time that night, I found myself standing. Making my way out into the hallway. Shoving people out of my way. Now, I wasn’t running or anything, because my grandma always told me it’s better to be chased than do the chasing but… I was power-walking.

And, as per usual, not paying a lick of attention to where I was going or my surroundings. I was solely focused on this mysterious scent because deep down inside, I knew exactly where it was going to lead me and damn it, I might put up one hell of a show about being independent, but heat cycles are hell and yeah, maybe I get lonely as of late. Maybe I’ve been longing to find my Alpha. Maybe I want the comfort of knowing that I’m not doomed to be forever alone and I do have a mate out there, somewhere...

It hit me then, around the same time that my thighs absolutely flooded with slick and I started to feel all woozy. I hadn’t taken suppressants. In fact, I had somehow managed to completely forget about my heat cycle’s speedy approach.

I mean, between moving and getting called up to the main roster, life has been a whirlwind for me lately. And tonight I hadn’t taken them before I came to the arena because I was excited. Tonight was my first night on the main roster. And in the excitement of that, I’d forgotten my suppressants… again.

To be fair, I haven’t ever really adhered to taking them steadily to begin with, so there you go...I never really had anyone constantly riding me to do so growing up. I was mostly left to my own devices, free to do what I wanted and make my own choices. So, yeah, this isn’t my first rodeo with a surprise heat cycle.

I shoved all the thoughts out of my noisy mind, pausing my walk to attempt focusing. Centering myself so that I could really fix on the scent and the direction it came from. And in my distraction, that gave Orton the perfect opportunity to slither up and corner me before I even had a chance to properly respond.

“Doll.”

“I have a name, you prick.” I rolled my eyes as I shrank away, nose wrinkling at the oversaturation of his scent as it invaded my nose and momentarily drowned out that heavenly aroma I’d been attempting to follow before I got distracted like a dumb bitch.

He chuckled, putting himself closer to me. Leaning down a little. And the audacity of this fucking man, he even had the nerve to reach up and move my hair away from my neck, his nose burying there as a lewd growl rose up from the depths of his chest.

I shoved at him and cleared my throat. “I was kind of in a hurry, do you mind knocking it the fuck off, jackass? Go sniff someone else, ew.”

“C’mon now, hon… You know what’s happening to you. You know you need me.”

“Like I need a bullet wound to the head, Orton. Fuck off.” I tried to duck beneath his arm but his other hand caught on my hip, keeping me pinned between him and the wall. By now, the scent of him was so overpowering and gross that my stomach was lurching. My consolation thought as I began to panic a little and tried to think of a quick way out of this confrontation was that maybe if I just threw up on the asshole, he’d get away.

Somehow, I didn’t see that happening. Orton doesn’t strike me as the kind of guy who picks up on cues, verbal or non-verbal. Likes to assert that dominance he fancies himself to have.

He chuckled again.

Then suddenly, the scent was back and it was overpowering his stench. ,, Thank God.” I thought to myself, daring to mutter the words under my breath. I found myself peering over Randy’s shoulder, waiting on whoever the intoxicating scent I’d been following originally to show themselves.

And when he stepped out behind Randy and into view… If I thought I was wet before, whew… I was absolutely flooded beyond all hope now. I swallowed hard, biting my lip, locking eyes with him. Randy seemed to realize that my attention was wandering and this of course, only made him up his game.

His hips brushed boldly against mine and I cringed, pretending to gag when I felt the way Orton strained at his trunks. At the moment, Randy was completely and blissfully unaware as to what fate awaited him if he were stupid enough to turn around and honestly?

I’m enough of a bitch that I was hell bent on not alerting Randy to it, either. Instead, I took a few shaky breaths and stared up at him defiantly. “Why do I need you, Orton? They make vibrators bigger than that fun sized Tootsie Roll I’ve heard you’re packing every day of the week. I don’t need you. Or anyone.”

I knew that part was a lie because as all this was going on, my body was in a literal frenzy at the sight of my Alpha. My skin was tight, I could barely breathe. I was doing good to think straight and form words, honestly. I was a split second away from being overwhelmed. Because thanks to my Alpha showing themselves, my heat cycle went from a mild annoyance to almost intolerable within a split second.

I needed to get away from Randy. I needed to get somewhere and calm down. But I wanted to stay exactly where I was, curious to see if my Alpha was here for the reason I’d ventured out of hair and makeup in the first place.

So far, all he was doing was standing there. Watching my little confrontation with Randy. The tension in his body quickly gave away his feelings on the matter, however. And that’s what kept me quiet. Allowed me to let Randy keep digging his own damn grave.

Because it amused me.

And I needed to know that my Alpha was actually a good Alpha. I needed to know he’d protect me, no matter what. I also needed to know that he knew when to fuck off and allow me to handle things on my own.

I wanted to test his boundaries too, if I’m being perfectly honest.

Randy bit his lip, staring down at me as if I were food and he was a starving man. He raised a hand and rubbed his chin in thought, eyes not leaving mine for a second. “Why do you need me? Well, it’s like this, doll. I want you. And you’re not in the mindset right now to turn down any Alpha who offers himself up, just goin off of that sweet little scent you’ve got yourself right now. Just drop the act, princess. You and I both know that if you don’t find an Alpha, things are going to get real messy back here. Real fast. And I don’t think you want that now, do you hon?”

,, what I want is for you to back the fuck away. Find a tube of toothpaste or some cologne or a shower, something… anything to rid yourself of the stench you’ve got yourself.” the thought came but I was treading carefully, so I kept it internal, choosing only to give a soft laugh and roll my eyes at Randy instead.

“You know exactly zilch about me and my ‘delicate state’, first of all. Secondly? I wouldn’t choose you for my Alpha if you were the last one on earth.” I managed to get the words out. I managed to keep my eyes off of my actual Alpha, who still stood by watching intently, fists clenched tight now.

When he gave a quiet growl and started to approach, the flood in my panties only got so much worse.

And naturally, Randy thought this meant that something he’d said was getting through and that I was just playing hard to get… He pressed me against him, a hand going to my cheek as he gave a smug grin and let his gaze settle on me thoughtfully. “I knew it.”

“Like I said, Randy, you really don’t have a single fucking clue.” I tried to squirm free from his grasp but the fever raging in my body and the overwhelming scent of my true Alpha as he grew angrier and angrier combined with the slightest panic I was feeling at being fucking cornered like an animal by Orton, those were all working against me and I couldn’t extract myself.

His answer was to smirk and chuckle again. “You realize I can scent you and I know exactly what’s on your mind right now, right?”

“Good, then you know I want to stab you in the eyeball with my stiletto. Or reach down, grab that little shrimp dick of yours and twist til it comes off in my hands?” I quipped, a sweet smirk on my face as I boldly met his gaze. When I picked up on him, slowly inching his face closer to mine, I swallowed hard. It felt as if my throat were closing up and it was quickly becoming clear to me that if I thought I had this under control, I really didn’t. Randy wasn’t going to stop or go away. And he wasn’t going to let me get away either.

Desperately, I found my gaze shifting over Randy’s shoulder. I locked eyes with my Alpha and mouthed, “Any day now?…” almost impatiently. I wanted Randy the entire fuck away from me. And I was really starting to realize that I couldn’t achieve that on my own. I was fully in over my head.

Typical of me, I’m afraid.

I have to admit, the fact that my Alpha had yet to actually do anything had me in an internal uproar. It had me thinking that maybe I’d gotten the wrong read on him when I watched an earlier promo in the night.

Before I had a chance to consider it fully, that my Alpha might not be a good guy either, two things happened. One, Randy’s hand left my cheek and his mouth closed in even more, rough lips almost about to brush mine and disgusting stench for a moment blocking out the scent of my Alpha. His hand settled on my hip and he was pulling me against him. 

I planted a hand firmly against his chest, palm down. “What the--?” I didn’t even get to finish my sentence because from behind Randy, my Alpha’s throat cleared.

Randy grumbled to himself, picking up on the presence of my Alpha. But it was too late.

My Alpha locked eyes with me and nodded, indicating that I needed to move now, while Randy was distracted, and trust me, I wasted absolutely no time doing that. I extracted myself from between Randy and the wall I’d had my back pressed against and not even a split second later, my Alpha’s fist went smashing into Randy’s face and he had him pinned against the wall, a forearm across his throat.

And I didn’t think, I just ran.

I ran until I was out in the parking garage and then I stopped, catching my breath. It passed through my mind that maybe I should go back inside and at least attempt to be there when the brawl taking place in the hallway was over, but honestly?

I needed to get myself together. To get calm. To process and catch my breath and try to puzzle everything out.

And yeah, maybe parts of me were curious. Wondering if my Alpha would seek me out, or whether the incident in the hallway was just him stepping in because I asked…

The door to the garage flew open a few feet away and I rose up slightly, eyes darting around. The scent of my Alpha filled my senses and I bit my lip, taking a few shaky breaths right as he started to call my name. I opened my mouth to answer but nothing came. His footsteps were getting closer and closer.

My heart was racing and his scent hung heavily in the air around us, making me dizzy as the heat took over in my body. He touched me, and almost the instant I felt his hand on my shoulder, I could feel my body cooling down. This wave of relief washed over me and all I could think was that if this is what his touch felt like, I’d absolutely love more of it.

I inhaled deep, preparing myself to turn around…

[ roman ] [ drew ]

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Alpha’s little wolf | pjm (2)

-> Synopsis: Your mind stutters dysfunctionally and you slowly take a step back.

Your brother gets abruptly cut of by a low growl, and everyone’s attention lured towards the alpha announcing his claim.

“Mate.”

-> Pairing: alpha jimin x omega reader

-> Genre: romance . Fluff . Smut (in future chapters)

-> Words: 10k

-> Chapters: preview - 1 - 2-  3

-> Warning: Biting, marking, nightmares, horror (honestly half of this book is a horror wolf au shit), possessive and controlling alpha acts, cookie monsters ;) reader is a girl crush tbh

-> About: Jimin is a bad bitch, reader is an even bigger bad bitch, seriously you’ll fall in love with the reader’s character, lots of magic shit, taehyung is a handsome creep, lots of horror, reader and Jimin are soft for each other (later on) brother Hobi cause why not, kook is a bun bun with a man bun, possessive jimin, lots of romance and understatement, this is the good shit, you won’t regret reading it…

-> In: Narrative POV, Third person POV

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Y/n enters thought the kitchen door and halts the second moment she’s faced with two broad shoulders who’s the owner was walking around the counter, cooking.

She stares before hurriedly walking up to the male. “Jin-shii, What are you doing?”

Jin turns his head around and passes her a smile. “Cooking.”

“You are our guest. Let me.” Y/n reaches her hand out towards the spatula he was using to stir the cooking pot but the male resists by pulling the object away from her.

“Let me do it today, Y/n. There is not even a single moment I have seen you resting.”

Y/n sighs, dropping her shoulders. “I can’t let you do this. At least let me help.”

Letting a guest work was not just against her parents’ laws but the pack too.

Werewolves were not just strick on their rules but they were also known for serving their guest the best.

Jin glance at her before nodding. “Help me by slicing those vegetables.”

Y/n hums and walk up to the already washed material and started slicing them.

“I must say Y/n, you have great taste in your hands.” Jin compliments, adding red chilli pepper into the pot that he had already chopped.

The woman smiles slightly. “Thank you. Oppa said you are also good at cooking.”

Jin chuckles at that. “Good, he said? I’m the best.”

Y/n purse her lips to stop herself from giggling.

‘Well…that’s something.’

“Honestly saying, little hope. You have good control and grip over yourself and the people that are attached to you. Jimin has a great challenge to look after in the future.” Jin glance at her, amusement immediately filling his eyes when she roughly chops into the carrot at the mention of her mate.

“You don’t like him, huh.” He chuckles.

Y/n sighs, stopping her chopping session to turn to the male. “There is no feeling on that. I don’t like him, neither do I hate him.”

Jin stares right back at her, nodding his head slowly as he fully acknowledges her. “Smart girl.”

“Indeed.” A voice diffuses from behind and reflects from the walls towards their ears.

Y/n mood fully drops at the presence, yet she felt her wolf’s nose twitching at the smell of blueberries that comes inside with the person.

She turns around and finds her, oh so graceful mate smiling at her in amusement. “I’m sure the feeling is mutual.”

Jimin hums, pretending to think for a second before suddenly smiling. He leans away from the door and walks up to her, stuffing both his hands inside his jeans pocket. “Almost. But I like you a little bit more.”

Y/n tilts her head and smile sarcastically at him. “That’s a huge pleasure from the alpha.”

“You should be, little wolf. I hold a big place.” Jimin holds his head high.

“You should be too. You’re gifted with a species that is more rear than an alpha, like yourself.” Y/n walks closer to him.

Jimin clenches his jaw, yet continues to smile. “A rear species that has an end choice of only a beta. How shameful.”

“Shameful it is to be greedy. My brother still holds more respect and orders than you.”

“Just kiss already.” Jin grins from the side, head held between his hands as he rests himself on the counter.

Both mates snap their heads towards him then back at each other.

Y/n immediately backs away when she notices the small gap between them and clears her throat.

Jimin stays standing in his place, staring intensely at her.

His hands twitch.

If he could, he would pull her right into him without giving a single damn about her choice and wish.

“If you think you will get out of my grasp then you’re wrong.” The future alpha grits out.

“And if you think you can stop me then you’re in the wrong place.” Y/n snaps right back, turning back and continuing with her given job, all the while ignoring his standing presence.

He will never stop her from pursuing her dreams.

They wouldn’t be here if he had acted a little bit mature, but no, he choose the wrong way of approaching her.

She would have given her best to maintain their bond and relationship if he had allowed her to go her own way.

But no.

He followed her and he held and used his dominance over her, clearly showing her that she was just a woman and holds the same old place of taking care of his pups.

She won’t let him think that. She won’t let any of those males think that.

She will declare them wrong and show them that a female is as powerful as a male.

-

“So tell me, son, how’s your bonding been with Y/n?” Mr Jung questions to the sitting male opposite of him.

Y/n immediately cease her mouth from chewing the food she had prepared with Jin.

‘Great! Nothing is left to talk about these days.’

Jimin smiles fully at the elder and that might be the only time she has seen him genuine.

She has to admit, even if he was a complete asshole, he was careful with her family.

Well…except Hoseok.

“It’s going great. I’ve missed her so much.” Jimin answers, completely ignoring the glare that Hoseok is digging into his skin.

“I don’t get this part. How come you suddenly confess to her when that was the first time you met her?” Mrs Jung questions this time, her brows furrowed.

Y/n hides a smile and turns her head towards Jimin, raising her brows, she also waits for an answer.

It’s all his fault if he got caught. He’s the one who keeps on digging his grave deeper.

Strangely, Jimin still puts on a smile. “I have heard a lot about her from Hoseok Hyung. You can say that’s how I fell for her. She, on the other hand, seem to like me a lot from the beginning for some reason. She accepted me the moment I confessed.”

Y/n parts her lips, feeling everyone’s attention fix towards her for confirmation.

Her eyes remained emotionless yet she was screaming inside her head.

‘Asshole.’

Humiliation shows up to the other eyes by a pink blush over her cheeks and she had never wanted to kill someone so much in her entire existence.

Every pore of her body seethes in anger and Jimin felt it all in him.

She has to say something or else her parents will pick up that something was indeed wrong.

Y/n turn to her parents and pass them a small smile and nods, confirming his so-called story.

Thankfully, everyone goes back to their dishes, some knowing more but preferring to stay silent.

She drops her head towards her plate, her knuckles turning white from where she had closed her hand tightly into a fist.

She felt tears pricking in the corner of her eyes.

She wasn’t hurt. She wasn’t weak.

But she felt ashamed.

What would her parents think? That she just accepted the male without even knowing him. That she was so desperate that she said yes to someone she met for the first time.

Heck! He wasn’t even there. He never visited them from the beginning.

A hand immediately takes a hold of her clenched fist and hide it down under the table.

Shock immediately runs past her veins in small tickles and she pulls her hand away from the holder.

She opens her fist, the now broken chopstick falling to the ground with a soft thud.

She turns to her left and watches with wide eyes as Taehyung sips his soup, acting as if he had not just jerked her clenched hand under the table.

She almost forgot about him. He had claimed the seat next to her the moment he saw it empty.

And to make it harder, she felt his stare throughout the whole time they all had sit down to eat.

Her fingers twitch and she felt her wolf perking up her ears and sitting up in her front paws in confusion.

He had just touched her, nothing more, nothing less.

Then why does she feels like this?

-

Y/n stares up at the ceiling, the light provided by the moon being the only second presence inside her room.

She felt puzzled.

What was happening?

Seven men have suddenly shown up in their house, one of them being her brother that she hasn’t seen for seven years.

She was happy to see Hoseok, but the same amount of disturbance was also felt towards the other six men.

She felt uncomfortable in her own house.

And that was probably not because of one of them turning out to be her mate.

Not at all.

There was this weird aura around them. They all felt so unapproachable and strange.

They screamed danger and she doesn’t want herself being connected with any of them.

Especially with the strange himself, Kim Taehyung.

She has only communicated with him once and her senses were instantly alarming her to stay away from him.

In many ways, he confuses her.

His lingering dark shiny gaze, his intake of deep breaths when she whips past him or the way he simply was, mysterious.

No matter how difficult Jimin was to understand or what his plans were, his motives were quite clear.

He wanted to bury her down, want her submitting herself to him.

But this man, he just had planned she didn’t want to even know.

And for a fact, she was also aware that his plans revolved around her.

And today was just a trailer of what might happen in the future.

The sudden skinship from him scared her for a second.

It was just so fast, and that shock that went up her spine also left her speechless.

His touch distracted her so much that she didn’t even finish her food and left the dinner table early.

She hated it.

She doesn’t want him to touch her like that ever again.

A knock on her door brings her back from her train of thoughts, causing her to flinch slightly at the sudden sound.

She snaps her head towards the door and watches with confusion as it knocks again.

With furrow brows, she sits up in her bed.

“Who would be up at this time?….” She mumbles, getting down from her comfort zone and walking towards the door.

The door knocks one more time before she clicks it open, only to find no one outside.

She looks around the front before leaning her head out of the door to stare down at the dark little hallway.

Her eyes catch the pink fabric of Vi’s pyjamas as the little girl turn to another hallway, leading to the living room.

Y/n completely skips her room and starts to walk after her.

“Vi!” She calls but the little girl was long gone to another hallway to listen to the elder.

Why was she knocking on her door? Let alone, why is she still up?

She turns the hallway and walks some steps before turning to the living room.

Her body immediately halts when her eyes land on the figures that sat around the living room, seeming to be in a serious discussion.

They all turn to silence and turn their head at her when the smell of her feminine scent hits their senses.

Y/n trail her eyes to each one of their faces, finding only her brother missing.

She does not question their sudden meet up at the middle of the night and just gets to the point. “Where’s Vi?”

All the males just stare at her in confusion and Yoongi mumbles out. “Sleeping.”

She turns her eyes towards him and speaks. “I just saw her turning the hallway. She came this way.”

Yoongi immediately meets the middle of his brows at the information and Jimin states out.

“Don’t worry your pretty mind, little wolf. She’s probably sleeping.”

She ignores his words, not even bothering a little bit to turn towards him.

A frown takes over her lips before her ears perks up at the voice of soft thuds.

Horror hits her guts and her head turns blank for a second.

Realization immediately runs through her face and she whips her head towards the other dark hallways that cleared a path to upstairs.

“Shit!” She mumbles before breaking into a sprint towards the said hallway.

Jimin is the first one to jerk himself up from the single couch and run after her sudden outburst before the others follow after him too.

“Y/n.” He calls, running after her figure that’s now climbing up the stairs.

‘Goddamn, this woman. How is she so fast?’

Y/n breath furiously, her mind having the only mission to get to the still thudding sound that came from upstairs, from her young sister.

She turns the left corner and halts for a second before yelling out. “Vi!”

She runs towards the half-opened door and barge inside the room.

Her heart thumps in horror when she finds her younger sister’s back turned towards her while she continuously hit her forehead against the closed door of the closet.

Jimin runs in right after Y/n and stops in his track when he takes in the scene before him.

“Vi…” Y/n whispers before slowly walking towards the small figure of her sister.

It doesn’t take the other males a second to invade the space of the small room and stare with confusion at the act from the small soon to be grown female.

Y/n sits down on her knees next to Vi and stare at her with worry as the younger continues to bump her head to the closet’s door, her eyes closed as she was fast asleep.

“Baby..” Y/n calls out to the younger with a soft voice, raising one of her hand and placing it on the place the younger was hitting her forehead continuously.

“Vi. It’s okay. Let’s go to bed. Hmm.” She grabs the little girl from the small of her back and guides her away from the closet.

The younger follows, her mind and body dizzy from sleep as she lets herself welcoming her elder sister’s arms who then picks her up.

Y/n secure Vi in her arms and turns towards the males that have been watching them silently.

“What happened here, stays here.” She states, trailing her eyes over every male’s present in the room before she carries the little girl out of the room.

Jimin scowls after Y/n whips past him and for the first time, he allows himself to look around the room.

The room has dusted over. No source of light wrench the walls except the light coming from the moon.

A big dollhouse was placed in the middle of the room, a small bed placed right beside it.

From the look of it, the room belonged to a kid.

But why was the room looked so dark and warn out?

And how come he has not seen this room before.

Since the day they all have arrived, this room was locked and he has seen no one entering or exiting the room.

“What was that?” He hears Jungkook mumbling, the scene still fresh in his mind.

Jin frowns, taking a step towards the big dollhouse. “She might be sleepwalking.”

“Who fucking does that?” Yoongi speaks up from behind them, his concern directed towards Vi’s unusual behaviour.

As long as he remembers, Vi has never mentioned about sleepwalking to him.

Jimin directs his eyes towards the elder and blinks in amusement.

It still leaves him in awe at how that little human has succeeded in getting inside Yoongi’s comfort zone. She had managed to make him laugh without even doing much.

This family is indeed special and holds many unspoken secrets.

Just like this one.

And it was leaving them puzzled.

Footsteps make them turn their head towards the slightly open door, watching as Y/n appears at the opening again.

She motions her hand for them to skip out of the room, a key dangling in one of her finger.

Looking around the room one last time, they do as they are told.

Y/n shuts the door and locks it with the key immediately.

Jimin who was standing next to her, furrowing his brows. “Why are you locking it?”

“Someone died in there.” Y/n speaks forwardly, making the male’s eye go wide.

“What?” Jin questions caught off guards.

“What is there to hide? You’ll find out anyway.” Y/n turns to them and states out.

“I’ll be better if you enter your rooms early. There are things here that are stronger than werewolves.”

With that, she whips past them and turns the corner towards her room.

The future alpha and betas stand confused there, the words of the female lingering around their minds.

The silence hovering around them is cut off by a knock.

And followed by another.

They all turn towards the locked door.

Another knock voices out.

“How….?” Jungkook trails off, staring at the closed door which just has been knocked on.

This can’t be real, right?

This just can’t be.

-

The first thing Y/n does the next morning is to carry her steps towards the only culprit to get some answers.

However, the moment she enters through her sister’s room, she forgets all her inquiries when she’s faced with worry and panic that was plastered on Mira’s face.

The soon to be grown woman jumps at the presence of her sister and hurriedly walks up to her, pushing the door of her room slightly to close it.

“Unnie!” She worries out, pulling Y/n towards her bed and whispers out. “I lost my key. I can’t find it anywhere.”

Y/n widens her eyes in disbelief. “What do you mean you lost it?”

Mira’s eyes well up in tears and she felt her ears slowly turning red in fear. “I don’t know. It was with me, right near my chest. But when I woke up, I couldn’t feel the necklace around my neck.”

Y/n breaths out in worry. “Did you search everywhere?”

The younger nods furiously. “Everywhere. Even inside that room.”

The elder furrow her brows in confusion. “Inside the room? How did you get in?”

She remembers locking the door last night.

“It was open when I went there this morning. I even found Vi playing around there.” Mira explains, recalling how she caught the little girl playing alone inside the room.

“No no no..” Y/n shakes her head, running a hand down her face.

“This can’t be. I closed that damn door last night.”

Mira frowns. “It was open when I went there…..Did you went in there?”

Y/n scowls. “I found Vi there. She was sleepwalking last night.”

Mira purse her lips. “Again…”

Y/n sighs, staring at her sister who seems to be too into her panic to think properly.

“You do know that key was given to you for a reason. How will papa react?”

Mira bits her nails. “I don’t know… I’m so scared.”

Y/n drops her shoulders, her mind in a chaotic mess as even she was blank at the moment to come up with an idea.

“Okay.” She nods, grabbing hold of Mira’s shoulders. “Listen, I’ll take care of that matter and look after the door. In the meantime, you search for the key.”

Mira purse her lips, staring at her sister who tries to calm her down.

How did so much happened?

Her father gave her that key for a reason and she had done just what will make him disappointed.

Other than that, that room was best if it was locked away.

Not good memories were connected to it.

Mira nods, a tear falling off her eye in both worries yet a little comfort that was provided by her sister.

“I have my key with me, so I’ll go lock it, hmm.” Y/n racks a hand through her hair and sighs out.

That room has been locked for years. Not even Vi was lingering around it anymore.

How is this happening all of a sudden? Especially after the arrivals of the males in the house.

The key was always stuck to Mira. Her not finding it is just so confusing.

Moreover, this loss is also concerning.

That room has to be locked all the time and for that, she and Mira were to look after it.

The weight on Mira’s shoulders was heavy and Y/n was just given the key in case of an emergency.

And since nothing like this ever happened, this situation was highly concerning.

And for some fact, Y/n may know who has the key.

-

“Hey.”

Y/n flinches when Jungkook suddenly shows up behind her.

“You scared me.” She breathes out, hands fisting the shirt she was folding.

The male cheerlessly grins and scratch the back of his neck. “Sorry.”

Y/n smiles back lightly and straightens Hoseok’s white shirt again and starts folding it.

“You’re always working.” Jungkook points out, leaning his back against the counter Y/n was ironing the clothes on.

The female smiles at his curiousness. “I like working.”

Jungkook raises his brows in surprise. “You’re the first one to ever say that. Are we perhaps burdening you?”

Y/n folds Vi’s skirt and shakes her head. “You aren’t. I have to keep myself busy while I wait for my college selections. There isn’t much to do here.”

Jungkook hums and folds his arms over his chest. “I heard you choose law.”

After receiving a nod from the female, he questions. “What if Jimin Hyung does not allow you to? I mean, in the packs, females aren’t allowed to take la–”

“I’ll take whatever I want to take.” Cutting him off, the female turns to stare at him in the eye. “It’s my future, not his.”

Jungkook blinks caught off guards and parts his lips in a scowl. “Why do you hate him so much?”

Y/n resumes back to her work of folding. “I never said I hate him. I don’t even know him that well.” She speaks, eyes fixed on her work. “I just don’t like how he has approached me.”

Jungkook stares at her face and bites his lips. “I understand that. He did choose the wrong approach. But it’s also not his fault… I mean, he’s an alpha. He is born dominating and possessive.”

“He is a little bit too much obsessed. I would have happily worked this out with him, but he’s not letting me.” The female turns her head at the male. “He’s constantly lying to my parents. How can I support someone like him?”

Jungkook’s eyes soften at her words and he fully acknowledge her when agreeing along. “You’re a brave woman, I will say that. You can stand up for yourself and that’s pretty admiring. Especially for the betas and alphas like us. We like strong females.”

“Thanks.” Y/n smiles at his words and immediately notice the blush curving the apple of his cheeks. “You’re the first one to say that.”

Jungkook hides away his eyes with the dark tips of his hair, feeling extremely flustered for being so straightforward.

If it was in front of the other males, he would have been red tomato from all the teasing they throw at him.

But in this case, the female did not do that and he was glad.

Another question suddenly hits him and he looks up at her busy figure, silently folding the clothes and re-ironing the areas that have slightly scrunched up.

In many ways, he’s starting to admire her. Especially after this talk.

This night can be his first-ever approach and their first conversation, but he found many reasons to admire her.

His questions were bugging, sudden and even personal, but not even a single crease pass her forehead, nor did she frown at him.

He doesn’t know why he found her so hard to approach at first and now he regrets not stepping in before.

“Y/n.” He carefully calls and the female hums sweetly.

He gulps at her act and lets out the question that has been tickling him in the tip of his tongue. “What was all that last night?”

Y/n’s hands slow down a little and the male immediately regrets his words.

Maybe he’s getting too personal. She did say that someone died there. What else does he want to hear?

The female trails a hand over the black shirt and speaks. “Vi used to…well is sleeping walking at nights. It just scared me a little since she hasn’t done that in a while.”

Jungkook keeps his eyes focused on the black shirt she was playing with and questions again. “What about that room? Who does it belong too?”

The female dugs her nails into the fabric and mumbles out. “It was Vi’s room.” And her pointed nails rip apart some of the material of the shirt.

Jungkook blinks and stares at her hands as they straighten the shirt and fold it away.

The shirt that was oh so familiar. The shirt that belongs to Jimin.

-

Y/n climbs up the stairs to get to the third floor and turns to the hallway.

Her footsteps halt as she trails her eyes all over the dark little path.

A room only decorated the whole long hall and its door was slightly creak open.

A lump forms in her throats and she immediately gulps it down at the sights.

She remembers locking the door just this morning and now it’s open again.

She racks a hand through her hair and takes a step towards the room.

Slow and hesitant steps carried her towards the door and all the while she felt the temperature drop further as each step she took.

Once in front of the door, her hand dips inside her pocket and takes out the key she had for the lock.

However, before she could pull it out, a giggle erupts from inside the room and she completely freezes.

Her eyes snap up at the door and numbness suddenly attacks the bones of her leg.

The giggle was all too familiar.

It was small, carefree and was a giggle left by a small kid’s mouth.

The only small figure around the house was Vi’s and the voice which just came from inside did not belong to her.

For more facts, Vi never giggles.

This was definitely someone else.

She hurriedly grabs the doorknob and push it towards herself and close the door with a thud.

She then works on locking the door while feeling the goosebumps in her hands raise.

Successfully locking the door firmly, she works her way out of the hallway.

She turns and tries her best to carry her numb legs and dizzy mind out of the floor but to no avail, her pace was slower than the forced she had released from her body.

Fear crawls up the pale skin of her figure and her hands tightens around the key to prevent it from dropping.

This might be a moment of panic but she can’t loose her mind over it.

As she literally drag her legs towards the staircase and down at the floor, she could clearly hear and feel someone’s steps and breath behind her.

And the most confusing part was that it also seems to be in as much panic.

With much difficulty she climbs down some stairs before thankfully gaining her legs back at the end.

The female does not wait another moment and dash away to the ground floor when given the chance.

Her heart beats fast in fear and panic, her eyes shaking and she comes to a halt the moment she turns away from the stairs at the ground floor.

Her eyes catch another familiar once and her heart starts to beat fast for a totally different reason.

Her wolf, like usual, immediately perks up and calls out to her mate and she don’t resist it this time.

She can now hundred percent say that this is the first time she’s so glad to see Jimin.

The male tilts his head to the side and the mischief that shined through his eyes drains away the moment he saw her expressions.

Instead his brows furrows and Y/n’s stomach is suddenly hit with the feeling of concern.

She blinks at his expression and reads the clearly written concern in the male’s eyes.

Just for her.

He was the one who was concerned for her and she can feel it.

Jimin stares at his mate who had suddenly appeared from the staircase and the shaking of her eyes and her body has stopped him from throwing a tease remark at her.

“Jimin.” The way his name rolled out of her tongue so breathless makes his breath hitched in his throats.

This is the first time she has said his name, and the fact that it was called out with the force of such helplessness and softness at the moment made him clinch his fist to control that familiar temptation that was her.

“Are you alright?” He breaths out and for the first time, it felt like they were having a normal conversation.

Y/n nods slowly yet the truth was written all over her face.

She was scared and he could see and feel that clearly.

He trail his eyes towards the stairs that were born in the north, the case that took an individual to the third floor where that room was.

His eyes turns wide in realization and he turns to her.

“Don’t be scared… I’m here.” He smiles slightly.

Y/n stares at him with wide eyes and her shoulders relax a little at the comfort he showed in his.

She looks away and awkwardly nods, hand rubbing her right arm to warm herself up a little.

“What were you doing upstairs?” He questions softly.

Y/n purse her lips and replies. “I was checking in the door.”

Jimin nods, eyes averting everywhere. “Was it locked?”

Y/n shakes her head. “It wasn’t.”

Jimin looks up at her and furrow his brows. “Did someone went in?”

“It’s always unlocks in it’s own these days.” The female sighs and drops her hand.

At this point, there was no hiding since they already saw what took place last night.

Jimin stares at the distressed look that pass his mate’s features. “Has Vi always sleep walked?”

Y/n parts her lips at his curiousness. “She used to…once.”

Jimin acknowledge her words with a nod. “Don’t worry. Yoongi hyung said he’ll take care of her today.”

Y/n snaps her gaze at him. “He don’t have to. I’ll take care of her.” The sentence might have sounded angry but the way each words left her lips was soft as a whisper, as if she was beyond tired.

Jimin shakes his head. “At least trust him. He won’t even look away from her.”

Y/n drops her shoulders at that, staring at his face that clearly knew that she did not trust him one bit.

How could she? Even he knew that she would never.

He has been feeding her family with lies since the beginning.

A shiver went down her spine when a cold wind hits the small of her back and the male notices.

However before he could open his mouth, another raspy voice cuts him off.

“Cold?”

Both turns towards the living room door and watch as Taehyung walks in.

He reaches out a cloth towards her and Y/n immediately recognize the wool.

It was her sweater she always wears around the house to keep her body warm.

How did he even get it?

She looks up at his face and immediately looks away when she finds those dazed eyes drilling a hole into her.

She reach out and grabs the cloth but does not wear it.

God knows what he might have done to it.

She hangs it into her arm and murmers. “You shoulder retire to your rooms. It’s getting late.”

With that she turns to leave but stops again when the newly entered male voices out. “The key.”

Y/n turns to him in confusion.

“The key.” He points out again, eyes pointing towards the ground.

Y/n follows his gaze and finds the key to the door on the ground.

Her eyes widens and she hurriedly ducks down to pick it up.

When did she let it slide though her fingers? She had been grasping it as if her life depends on it.

She clinches it into her fist and whispers. “Good night.” Glancing last time at her mate, she turns and skips out from the living room.

Jimin eye twitches and he turns to the other male when Y/n is out of the living room.

“You’re crossing you lines, Taehyung.” He grits out in anger.

Taehyung smiles at him. “And what lines am i passing, Park Jimin?”

Jimin furrows his brows in an angry narrow. “She’s my mate.”

Taehyung smirks. “And if it weren’t for me you wouldn’t even met her, let alone be by her side”

-

He held her close, closer to his chest, stealing her away and caging her inside his beating heart.

She whimpers, her small palms fisting his shirt around his shoulders.

She was in pain. He knew that really well cause he felt it.

Her head was resting on the side of his head, her raging breath hitting his cheeks like a soft caress.

She was sitting in his lap, his arms around her in a way that made her feel protected.

“J-Jimin..” She whines again, the beating of her each pulse screaming at him in many ways.

“It’s alright, little wolf….” He rasp, coughing out the crimson liquid that has filled up his throats. “It won’t hurt much. Just close you eyes. I’ll protect you.”

His lingering fingers gently move her hair out of the sight of her shoulder, revealing her neck and her shoulders blades.

The milky soft skin flush red at the attention given by the male and Jimin gulps at just the sight of it.

He could literally see the blood running at a rapid speed inside her and he could not help but imagine the taste.

But he was not doing this to mark her, nor was he in a love making session with her. He was doing this to save her.

Her blood has been poisoned and he have to save her. He have to gulp the blood out of her.

It wasn’t long when he finally sink his sharp teeth in her skin, a whine leaves her lips just as a growl leaves his, her hot dark colored blood pouring in his mouth in a free spray.

The sweetness of her blood was taken over by the bitterness of the liquid that was killing her, but she was still there, he could smell it.

His head spins in euphoria, his throats blocking the way of gulping the blood down.

He has to spit it out.

But he can’t. He don’t want to.

Time passes by like a strong wind around them but to them, it was slow.

Her body has melted away in his arms, her eyes close to shutting down in drain, or maybe forever if he didn’t stop.

He has already drink too much and by the way he was gulping her dry, there was no doubt that he had drunk the poisonous blood too.

“Stop….” Her last breath speaks in a mumble and like he has just woken up from a deep sleep, his mind snaps awake and he immediately pulls away.

His eyes turns wide as it all slowly hit him.

He lost control, again.

“Y/n!” Bewildered, he calls, patting her cheeks lightly to wake her up.

But to no avail, she stays silence.

Tears well up in his eyes, lips parting for a chocking breath.

“No no! Y/n! Wake up, please..please. You’re safe now.” Like a river, the droplets of his tears fall down his cheeks, mouth salivating as everything slowly register in his foggy head.

“Please…”

She’s dead.

“Wake up..”

He killed her.

-

As if weight of a heaviest element has just been picked up from over his body, he doesn’t waits a mer second to sit up.

A gasp leaves him, heavy sighs leaving his lips as sweat coated his face and body in a thin sheet.

His wavering eyes looks around and he slowly realize that he’s still inside his dark room.

The first thing that alert his mind is to check on the female that has been an almost cause of his heart attack.

He skips out of his bed and soon his room with hurried steps, not even caring a slightest bit that he was only in his pants.

Racking a rough hand through his hair, he enters the hallway where her room was born.

He literally sprints towards it and rests his forehead against the door. His sense enlighten and he waits for that heart beat that is always in sync with his.

Relief is a small word to name the emotion that went through him when he finally picks up that beat, the soft melodic beat of a heart of the woman he called his mate.

Her peaceful breath instantly calm down his senses and almost sway him in a sleep with each raise of her chest.

And that is when he fully calms down.

She’s safe and alive.

He almost lost control there.

He can’t imagine what would have happened if all of this was to be real.

But it was all a dream, or more like a worse nightmare.

“Jimin hyung?”

He pulls his forehead away from the closed door and turns his head towards the start of the hall.

Jungkook stands there with his brows furrowed, quiet confused at the situation of finding the male, shirtless, leaning against his mate’s door.

Jimin completely leans away from the door when he makes sure that Y/n’s still inside and slowly walks towards the younger male.

“Is everything alright?” Jungkook questions, still blank about the situation.

“Everything is fine.” Jimin nods, his eyes automatically trailing down the latter’s arm till his fisted hand.

He halts a little in his steps when his gaze lends on the edge of the key that was fisted in Jungkook’s palm.

“Where did you get that?” He questions, his eyes fixed on the object he has seen Y/n carrying around with her all the time.

It was the key of the room they were told sternly not to enter.

Jungkook seems to tense up at his questions. “Oh this. I found this lying around in the kitchen. I’ll give it to Y/n in the morning.” Telling him that, he hurriedly puts the small object inside his jeans pocket.

Jimin eyes him for a minute and finally nods, pulling his eyes away from him.

“I’ll leave now. Goodnight.” Jungkook smiles slightly and turns around to leave toward his room.

Jimin glance back at the room and then back to the front again.

Why are some people so full of secrets?

He sighs and starts walking towards his room.

She’s safe and that is what matter right now.

He has to be careful now, even from himself.

-

“Unnie, it hurts.” Vi whines, rubbing an eye with her small fisted hand as the other held her favorite plushie close to her chest.

Y/n’s eyes softens and she reach out a hand to grab a hold of the little girl. “What hurts?”

“Everything.” The little girl mumbles, her lips trembling upside down as her eyes were halfway open.

The grown woman holds her closer to her body, her heart pinching in pain at the sight of her little sister’s condition.

“It’s alright, baby. You will get better soon. Let’s get you to bed, hm.” Y/n circles her arms tightly around her waist, ready to pick the little one up.

However, she halts at the words that leaves Vi’s mouth the next moment.

“I saw a dream.”

It was a soft mumble, almost a whisper but Y/n caught on.

Her brows instantly furrows. “A dream?”

When the little one nods, Y/n tries to go in further on the topic  "Mind telling me what it was about?“

Vi stays silence for a minute, as if collecting all the floating thoughts from many parts of her exhausted brain.

“I saw Jimin oppa.” She finally speaks, head tilting to the side.

Y/n’s frown deepens at the information.

'Jimin?’

“He was crying and a woman was lying on his lap and she was bleeding.”

Y/n listens carefully, her words echoing in her mind. “A woman..?”

Her expressions instantly change, many emotions hitting her at once.

'Another woman?’ Her mind screams again.

What was she expecting? Of course he’ll be crying for someone else.

She doesn’t deserve his tears. Not after what she has been doing.

The continues neglecting, the childish bickering and maybe all those glares she sent his way.

She doesn’t deserve him one bit. But then again, nor does he.

She blinks out of her daze and gulps the lump that forms in her throats.

She tries smiling at her and nods. “That’s just a dream, baby. Don’t bother with it so much.”

“But it felt so real..”

Y/n purse her lips. “A dream is never real until you make them. But that’s not possible cause you don’t seem passionate about it. Vi, i want you to tell me if you ever get a dream like this again.”

Vi’s half open eyes stare at her for some seconds before nodding away.

Y/n picks her up and adjust the little one on her shoulder. She then turns and climbs up the stairs towards her room.

“Let’s get you to bed.”

-

Y/n closes the door of Vi’s room after she succeeded on making the little one fall asleep.

It was hard. She was in pain and Y/n didn’t have the heart to keep her up even more so she had to sneak in some of her wolf instincts to make her fall sleep.

She drops her shoulders in exhaustion and stand there for a minute.

Everything was slowly getting hard and unbearable.

She didn’t know what to do. She felt like she was drowning, slowly, painfully and no one is there to save her, to get her out of that deep ocean.

“Y-Y/n.”

She’s brought back to her sense from a shaking voice from her side and she turns to look at the culprit.

She instantly frowns at the sight before her.

“Taehyung?”

-

Jimin jerks up from his bed again the same night, sweat coating him like usual.

He racks a hand through his hair and immediately hangs his legs out of the bed, going to check on the female who would not let him breath for a single second.

He saw it again, the same dream he had the other night.

Every details was the same, however this time, a hunched figure of a wolf bared his sharp teeth at them, it’s mouth dripping with red crimson blood.

He knew that figure, so well that even his bones screamed at him to cradle his mate closer to his chest to protect her from those dark intentions of many.

The light grey fur he was so used to seeing, he even knew how many hair that wolf had in his body by all the time he had spend with him.

This makes him fasten his pace even more, his legs literally running towards the door.

He release a sigh of relief the moment his eyes lands on the door and his wolf stretch his lower body over his front paws to ready himself to pounce at anyone who dare touch his mate.

Jimin place a hand on the door and lightens his ears to catch that one heart beat that sync with his and his only, or that softly inhaled breath that always made his own breath hitch in his throats.

He waits a second and another second, but to no avail, he hears nothing.

Horror immediately drowns on him, his face turning terrified.

He can’t hear anything, nor feel her presence.

She’s not inside.

He gasps, the air lumping in his air pipe and making it hard for him to breath.

The oxygen fogs up his mind, fear and horror taking over each part of his brain and like a mad man, he turns the corner, his shaking and unsteady figure lost as his brain only screamed one mission.

'Y/n Y/n.’

She is not in her room.

It’s past midnight.

This house is almost haunted and is located in between a thick forest.

Where the fuck is she?

“I’ll be better if you enter your rooms early. There are things here that are stronger than werewolves.” Her once spoken words echo in his mind and his mind lost all the control he had over it.

“No no no… Y/n… where are you?” He whispers, his legs stumbling in the open-air yet he continues his pace.

He lightens his sense, closing his eyes, he inhales a deep breath, searching for the scent that felt like home to him.

His wolf instantly perks up and growls out when he picks up the almost fading scent, the scent that only belongs to Y/n.

He twists around and sprint towards and up the stairs that led him to the second floor.

As he got closer, the scent got stronger and he finally picked up the heartbeat he was so mindlessly searching for.

He comes to a stumbling halt in the hallway and his eyes lands on the only two doors that were born there.

The one-room that belongs to Taehyung and the other room belongs to Vi.

His fist clenches tightly.

'No fucking way.’

Anger suddenly seeps from every pore of his body, the thought of his mate inside Taehyung’s, his oh so loyal friend room alone leaves him irritated and pissed.

His heavy steps walk towards the door, but he gets confused when he doesn’t feel her warmth even closed to his door, let alone inside his room.

He stares at the door in confusion as he walks past it.

'She’s not inside.’ A sigh of relief dare escapes his lips.

And now that only leaves Vi’s room.

He steps up to the door and without single care that other people were currently sleeping, his fist pounds harshly against the door.

Hair a mess, like the condition of his heart, he continues to pounds on the door.

He only stops when the door finally swings open and he only waits for a mere second to see that irritated expression on his mate’s face before he launches forward and engulf her in a tight bear hug.

Relief passes through him instantly when he finally pressed her warmth against him.

“Oh Thank goddess, you’re fine.” Jimin mumbles, stuffing his nose in her hair and inhaling a deep breath.

The female stays shocked, bewildered by the situation as she’s practically flushed to the male.

“Where were you?” He suddenly pulls away, grabbing both her shoulders as he sternly looks at her. “I was worried sick.”

His voice raises even more as he talked and she immediately shushes him. “What is wrong with you? Vi’s sleeping.”

Jimin releases a breath and racks a hand through his messy hair. “You were not in your room. You fucking scared me there.”

Y/n stares at him, annoyance flashing in her eyes but she stays silent, simply because the look in his eyes match the expression on his face.

As he said, he was worried and his eyes scream the same.

He places a hand on his hip before passing her a glance. She stares back at him silently and it wasn’t late when he pulled her in a hug again, only this time, it was gentle.

Y/n purse her lips, hands curling around his shirt as she freely let him squeeze her into himself.

She didn’t know what was happening. He was suddenly so clingy.

He had been for days. Constantly asking where she was, what she was doing and even to the point to who she was with?

Of course, these questions left her annoyed, but even she knew how it felt like to not have a single clue as to where your mate was and if they were safe.

However, he displayed his possession openly while she preferred to keep them inside her, only asking Jungkook or Jin and that is even in private.

No matter how much she doesn’t like him, the bond of the mate left even the bravest of the wolves whimpering in their mate’s arms.

“Jimin..” She whispers right next to his ear and regrets it the second moment she feels him shudder against her.

He pulls her even closer and she instantly puts her palms over his chest to pull him away. “Jimin… I’m alright.”

She whispers again but he doesn’t let her, squeezing her even further if it was possible.

“Jimin, I said I’m alright.” She forcefully jerks away from him, her brows furrowed as she stares at him firmly.

Jimin, for what she never expected, actually shrinks away from her gaze, his head dropping to the floor.

Y/n’s eyes widen and a pang of guilt instantly hits her guts at his state.

Her eyes soften at the sight of his dropped and defeated shoulders, and her fingers twitch as her wolf whimpers for her to provide comfort to her mate.

“I’m here and I’m fine.” She speaks, watching as his head perks up lightly at her words so she continues. “I was watching over Vi since she couldn’t sleep. I was about to go back to my room.”

Jimin links his eyes with her and Y/n just wanted nothing more than to look away.

She simply could not stand there and watch her mate, who she always saw as a man full of mischief, be in such a vulnerable state.

He blinks, his plump lips parting in relief and content that she was nowhere but inside the safe four walls of her home.

He nods slightly, gulping down the lump that has formed in his throats.

If he could, he would have asked her permission if he could watch over her while she slept as well, just like how she has been doing to Vi, but even he knew where his boundaries end.

He knew she won’t like that and because of that, he asks her anyways to put her off.

The aura around them needed to change and teasing her right now is the only way.

“Go to your room, I’ll watch over you while you sleep.” He clears his throats and tries to makes his voice appear heavy but all that comes out a whisper.

Y/n stares at him blank as if knowing well what he was up to.

“Go to your room, Jimin.” She shakes her head but a small smile appears in her lips at his attempt to cheer the atmosphere up.

Jimin purses his lips, trying hard as to not break into a smile himself as he watches her turn and slowly close the door of Vi’s room behind her.

She turns around again and directs him with her hand towards the hallway and he imitates all her actions, reminding her that he was the male between them.

Y/n rolls her eyes and turn around to leave the hallways, a now smiling Jimin trailing behind her.

Well… that was all sudden and changing.

And in all these moments and silence, both of them missed the lingering figure hidden away in the other darkroom in the hall before the door shut close.

-

Jungkook rests himself next to his fellow alpha, smiling in greet when the male turns to him.

“Are you bored or are you just bored?” The little one questions, swinging his leg in unison with the elder male.

The male next to him scoffs, pretending to be offended. “I am always bored here.”

Jungkook tilts his head to him, raising a brow as he smiles playfully at the elder. “Believe it or not Hyung, we all know you love being here. Especially close to Y/n.”

The male purse his lips to hide any emotion that passes his face at the mention of his mate and instead, works on rolling his eyes. “Who knew I’ll be such an open book when it comes to her.”

Jungkook chuckles, nodding his head as his eyes wrinkles adorably from the corners of his eyes.

If he weren’t born in the family of the greatest of alpha’s, his other choice would probably have been in a bunnies hut.

I mean, the man looks just like a copy of a rabbit.

“You might be forgetting even King Kang ripped his heart out of his chest at the wish of his lawful mate. He was what you call the definition of whipped.” Jungkook recalls the great old story they all have heard since young and fragile and Jimin smiles lightly at the thought of himself ripping his own heart out of his ribcage at the wish of Y/n.

Will he do that? He’s not quite sure at the moment.

“Hyung.” Jungkook’s voice breaks him out of his thoughts and Jimin instantly notices the seriousness that lingers in his voice now.

He hums, turning his head to the youngest to give him the attention he seeks for.

“Y/n is… right in many of her reasons. What I did not expect from you was the worse approach you did towards her in the beginning. She’s really smart. She would have understood your reasons if you told them to her.”

Jimin listens, eyes not blinking as he remembers all the moment from the start. The horror that filled her pretty gaze the moment she lifted her gaze to meet his for the first time till the moment she ran off, thinking she’ll be safe if she’s away from him.

The female just needed freedom, the right to decided for herself. And that is what Jimin did not want her to do.

He was her mate and the alpha at that. He wanted her near him, not away from him.

“I fully understand what you were expecting, Gguk. But life turned upside down for me too when she ran off. At the moment, I just decided that was the best approach.”

An amused laugh leaves the younger’s lips and Jimin turns to see him shaking his head in disbelief. “No Hyung. That was not the case, that was never the case. You knew you’ll have her in your possession. You just wanted revenge. Don’t name the filth inside you for Hoseok Hyung the hatred you have for her freedom.” His words were quite harsh, spat even as his brows furrow in an angry arch.

Jimin watches in amusement at the scene, his cheeks swallowing up in a smile he was trying hard to control.

Did he appear selfish at the moment? Yes. But did the words spat by the younger hurt him? Yes. Definitely.

Jimin tries to pray the situation off, rolling his now dropping shoulders up to appear unbothered. “You know nothing, Ggu–”

“I know everything.” Jungkook cuts him off immediately, causing the elder to bit his lips. “What is wrong with us? We were not like this. We were never like this, from the beginning. You even turned your back on Tae Hyung. Had a fight in the middle of the forest with Hobi Hyung when no one knew. Do you realize how upset Y/n will get after finding that out? She’ll dislike you even more.”

Jimin stays silence and calm, hearing the words of the younger buzzing his ears.

He can speak up, he can defend himself. But he can’t.

He always appeared like he had prepared every answer and every solution to each question and matter, but in reality, he was speechless.

He didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know what to do to.

He was completely and blindly lost.

No matter how much he tried denying all the words that left Jungkook’s lips in the past days, hearing them out felt like he was being hit by heavy bricks.

Cause for all Jungkook said and Jimin heard, they were all true.

But he had his reasons too. He was doing this for a reason and he won’t stop till he reaches the peak of his satisfaction.

“Taehyung has been getting too close to her lately.” Is the thing he whispers and Jungkook almost scoffs at his response.

After all, this is what Jimin always does, avoiding matters at hand.

“And you’re jealous.” Jungkook muses, going with the flow as he knew well how the elder was.

“Of course I am. She’s my mate.” Jimin admits without a single hesitation, like her being his mate was a big pride for him.

It was actually, a lot.

“You should sacrifice some, Hyung. Taehyung gave you something precious of him too. That’s some you can do for him in gratitude.” Jungkook mocks, head-bopping.

Jimin makes a face at his statement. “Where are they now?”

“They are baking. I don’t know how Hyung peruse her to do that. For all I have noticed, Y/n is quite hesitant towards him.” Jungkook informs, perking his lips out as he continues to swing his legs back and forth.

Jimin furrows his brows as a frown took over his lips.

'He just had to take that chance. Whatever she’s alone.’

“What you say, Hyung?” He turns his attention to the younger who’s eyes shined brightly in mischief. “Should we recall some memories?”

“Oh no.” Jimin twitches an eye as he picks up at what the younger was trying to say. “We are not doing that. At least not here.”

“Oh yes, we are.” Jungkook grins evilly, rubbing his hands together.

-

Y/n flicks the towel on her wet hair, body smelling fresh from the shower and skin shining from the thin sheet of droplets that still stick flushed against her.

She ambles towards the kitchen, her mind thankfully clicking the reminder in time to take the cookies out of the fridge that she had baked with Taehyung.

Yes, unbelievable. But she managed to get him to do some work other than him just staring at her.

Though no talk was made between them, Y/n was glad that he dropped the dark aura around him and she, for the first time, felt normal in his presence.

She enters the living room and walks towards the kitchen door while hanging the towel she used in one of the couch’s head.

Her eyes land naturally on the floor as her hand raise to open the sliding door but she immediately does a double-take at what greets her back.

Small little brown coloured crumbles lay on the floor, some lying flat while others dropped dead over one another.

Her brows furrow in confusion at the small sweet mess before her and before she could bend down to push away her confusion, she’s halted when her wolf ears pick up the small voices coming from inside the kitchen.

Her eyes flick up at the door and realization suddenly drowns on her. She instantly straightens her back and slides open the door.

She’s greeted with darkness and the whispers she has been hearing immediately comes to a halt.

Her hand raise towards the light switch and she turns it on the moment she feels the object in her fingertips, and what greets her in the light makes her mouth drops low to the ground.

Expecting to find Vi and Mira sneaking in to get some snacks from the fridge like this usually do, she’s left bewildered and shocked when she finds two grown males inside.

Two grown-ass males who were currently crouched down in front of an open fridge with their cheeks puffed from the cookies she made with Taehyung.

Their eyes stayed wide as if getting caused by their mother after doing something they were strictly told not to do.

Well.. this case was almost the same.

“Jungkook.” She yells in disbelief, a hand coming to rest on her hip as she stares hard at both the males.

“It was his idea.” The called male points his chocolate-coated finger at the second male with him, turning his back at the situation.

“Excuse me. This was your fucking idea.” Jimin turns threateningly at the younger, his cheeks pink and puffed from the sweet mouth-melting meal.

Y/n stares at both of them, her eyes screaming annoyance yet disbelief as she feels another presence entering the room from behind her.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” She heard Taehyung’s heavy voice whisper from behind and she would have long flinched away if she was not so shocked at the scene before her.

“Boys. Kids behaviour. Those took us hours to make.” She seethes out, eyebrow twitching and mouth turned into a scowl.

Jimin plops his butt down at the cold tiled floor, gulping down the cookie he was eating. He holds out a finger at her. “In my defence, the sweet smell of these cookies were driving me crazy and an alpha that I am never asking for anything. They take what they like and that’s what I did. And may I remind you, little wolf, you look ravishing with wet hair.” He grins at the end of his sentence as his sneaky hand trail over to clean them over Jungkook’s white shirt.

Y/n stares dead at them, not caring as Jungkook growls out at the sudden act of his Hyung. He stares down at his shirt, his hands shaking as he clutches his shirt like it was his mate.

“My shirt.” He cries out. And normally, the female would have calm his extra instincts down and offer a wash but at this moment, all she can remember are the sweat that fell from her forehead as she worked her way with the cookies.

“You piece of shi–” She halts herself before a colourful word could escape her lips.

Instead, she shut her eyes close, hand fisting as she takes a deep breath to push away the bubbling anger that was boiling inside her. “Patience Y/n, patience.”

She opens her eyes, finding both the sitting male and maybe even the third one behind her staring at her in amusement, endeared at how she worked her way out of the anger.

“No dinner for both of you.” She states stern and both the sitting male mouths fall into a pout.

“What–”

“No way, no dinner–”

She buzzed their complaints by turning around and pushing past Taehyung leaning figure behind her and out of the kitchen.

'It’s what they deserve.’

-

Jimin puts on the black jacket over his shoulders, filling in one of the sleeves, he adjusts the thick cover on his body to keep himself warm.

Mr Jung stood on his side, actions imitating the younger male as they prepare themselves to leave for the cold.

Y/n walks over to her mother who stood in one corner of the room, her eyes watching the two males.

“Where are they leaving?” Y/n questions cluelessly to her mother.

Her old woman sighs. “They are leaving to the mountains, to Jimin’s pack. His father was attacked by some locals and he’s not feeling well.”

The young female’s eyes snap up towards Jimin instantly, them softening in concern the moment she saw the heaviness in his eyes.

They look sad, exhausted even. His shoulders were dropped, clearly showing his disturbance over the situation.

She could also feel him. He was mourning.

Y/n turn to look back to her mother. “Mama, are you sure he’s just not feeling well. I can feel the storm inside him.”

Not noticing her slip up soon, her eyes almost pop out of their socket when she finally realizes her mistake.

Feel the storm inside him? Only a mate can feel his or her companions feelings.

Yes, they were each other’s mate but her parents didn’t know that.

They only knew that they were in a relationship. Thanks to Jimin himself.

Mrs Jung does not react much to her daughter’s mistake and nods away. “He is not..” Her words were just a whisper and it lits a fire of worry inside her daughter.

“Mama, what’s the matter? You’re not telling me something.” Y/n asks again, her brows furrowed.

'Or maybe everything.’

“The locals were hunters. They have been searching for Mr Park for a while. And once they finally did, they dragged him to the path of his death.”

The ground beneath Y/n crumbles away and she gulps. “Is he….”

“No, my child. He’s not dead….yet. He had wished to see his son. And I’m afraid, let the dead deaf at my words, if he did die then Jimin has to take over after his father.”

'Take over…’

“But he’s too young, mama.” She states in disbelief.

“He is. But his father also sat over the throne at a young age. And after all, Isn’t that what Jimin’s been preparing for?”

Y/n sighs in defeat. “He has been, with a passion that is.”

“And he has Hoseok in his side.” Her mother reminds, eyes still stuck to the males ahead of her.

Y/n almost flinch at her words, her mind remembering all the heated glares and bickers both her brother and her mate has thrown at each other. “Mama, if you haven’t noticed yet but these two don’t get along well.”

Her mother nods, her expression looking like she was fully aware. “Jimin has to. Hoseok is his beta and he needs him.”

Need?

That’s right. An alpha can never rule properly without beta and a mate.

“A mate can also provide much comfort. Even if he’s too young. He has to find his mate. Only she can keep the two separate.” Her mother speaks her mind and Y/n keeps on getting small behind him.

A mate, huh? If only she knew that her daughter is his mate.

Mrs Jung suddenly turns to face her daughter and her soft hand raise to rest over her cheek.

“I’m so sorry, my child. But you had to prepare yourself to separate. I’m sure you had this gone through when you two got together. Its time he tends to his mate.” Her mother’s sad eyes eat away all the hope inside Y/n and she was so tempted to just say it that she was indeed Jimin’s mate and that she didn’t have to be so sad for her daughter.

But all Y/n does is nod, even though she has thought out away, even before that.

She just couldn’t say it. She couldn’t.

The situation at hand was confusing.

Hoseok and Jimin had something going on between them. Taehyung was hiding something. All of them were hiding something.

The hidden glances were thrown her way confuse her. The door that has been locked for years has decided to open again and is still mysteriously opening. Vi started to sleepwalk again. Mira’s key was still lost.

All these happenings and actions drove her to the edge.

She was confused and wanted answers. But there was no one there to answer her.

She knew if she asks them, they will twist the answers and convert all of them in more hidden questions who’s answers were in the dark, lost themselves.

She glances up at Jimin and Jimin’s eyes instantly link with hers.

Right away, both break the contact and Jimin turn to slowly skip out of the door.

Just as that, Y/n also turns to walk away.

He’s leaving.

“I’m sorry.” She speaks inside her head.

And then, he answers.

“It’s okay, Y/n..”

And for the first time, he calls her by her name.

did i do it right? hope you guys enjoyed the chapter. leave lots of love in your way :))))

©Yoonchrisgull 

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When I Was Your Man

Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: inspired by the Bruno Mars song “When I Was Your Man”, mostly written in Steve’s POV, it probably sucks because I don’t usually write but couldn’t get the idea out of my head.

Warnings: Angst, swearing, Thor x Reader (platonic)

Steve sat on the edge of the bed tying his dress shoes and couldn’t help but think how big it had felt since you’d left. Sure, in those first few weeks he’d almost enjoyed being able to spread out in sleep, just as he did when you were on longer missions. But you’d never been gone this long, two whole months, and now it just felt cold and bare. With a sigh, he stood up and made his way out of his little room in the compound, and towards the elevator that would lead him to the latest of Stark’s extravagant parties. It was absolutely the last thing he felt like doing tonight, but he’d already managed to avoid the last few and Tony would not get off his back until he had agreed to come. As the elevator dinged and slid open he took a deep breath to steel himself, plastered on the most convincing smile he could, hoping he could conceal how miserable he felt.

He stepped onto the floor into the midst of the party and scanned the crowd looking for his friends, the rest of the Avengers. He spotted them in the corner, Bucky and Sam bickering as usual; Bruce, Nat, and Clint laughing and drinking; and Wanda and Vision snuggled up close. He made his way over to the table, but faltered when he heard Clint say your name. It felt like his heart had dropped to his feet. He moved closer hearing the rest of the conversation.

“You should have seen it Bruce, Y/N absolutely kicked ass today, her training with Nat is really paying off”. Clint boasted.

“I am the best” Nat grinned “but seriously, she’s wasted over there with shield, I’m going to talk with Hill. We could really use her on the team”.

“I don’t know guys, is that really a good idea” Bruce added, not seeing Steve approach. Bucky and Sam started coughing trying to warn him but he carried on. “I mean it’s awkward enough when they bump into each other in the hall, I don’t think Steve.....” Bruce was cut off by the sound of Steve pulling an empty chair back. He looked up and blushed “oh hey man, I was just uh, can I get you a beer?” He stood up awkwardly and exited towards the bar.

The conversation moved on, and Steve nodded, smiled and laughed in all the right places, but he wasn’t really listening, his mind drifting off to the night you left him. It was a night rather like this one, one of Tony’s legendary celebrations, but he’d not attended.

“Please come to the party Steve, you’ve been working so hard lately I feel like I’ve hardly seen you.” You plead with him as you follow him down the hall. He’s just finished the debrief after a gruelling mission, and while he can hear the rest of his team excitedly chattering about letting loose and celebrating the win, he can’t stop his mind replaying the day.

“Let’s go have some fun” you continue, “You deserve a night off. The whole teams going to be there, even Bucky!”

“I don’t know” Steve sighs, “I need to go and talk to Fury about a few things. The mission might have been successful, but a lot of things went wrong, I’ve got some suggestions I wanna run past him”.

You grabbed his hand causing him to stop and turn to face you. You tug him towards you slightly and as he steps closer you rest your hands on his chest, smiling up at him. “I might have a few suggestions I wanted to run past you tonight” you say wiggling your eyebrows. Steve couldn’t help but smile and kiss you gently on the lips. “OK you win” he says. “I promise I’ll be quick with Fury”. You roll your eyes at him as he starts to walk backwards down the hall “You owe me a dance then Captain” you shout after him as he turns and jogs towards Fury’s office.

Steve headed to Fury’s office and discussed tactical improvements with him. He was making his way back his room to changes when he passes the Boardroom. He decided to quickly dick in, he just wanted to go over the debrief one more time, make sure he hadn’t missed anything. He was pouring over reports, pictures and video clips from the mission, when he heard the elevator ding and his team mates pour out across the floor heading back to their rooms. Was the party over already? He looked at his watch, suddenly realising it was 3am. He hadn’t realised he’d been working that long. He ran out into the hall cursing at himself.

“Language Cap” Sam laughed as he walked past.

“Where’s Y/N?” Steve demanded, ignoring the running joke.

“I don’t know” Sam raised his hands in defence, shaking his head “but she’s pretty pissed at you”.

Steve barged his way through the crowds of shield agents and avengers towards the elevator, hitting the button for the top floor. He knew you’d be mad. It wasn’t the first time he’d stood you up because he’d got distracted by work. He didn’t mean to take you for granted, he just felt like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. Captain America, The First Avenger. Everyone expected him to lead the charge. If the team lost someone it was on him. He wanted to make sure he was doing the right thing for the world, but he’d forgotten he needed to do the right thing by you. The elevator opened and he stepped out onto the now empty floor, just a few of Starks bots hovering around collecting empty beer bottles and sweeping up glitter. Must have been some party. He saw you sat at the bar, your back to him, nursing a vodka. You’d kicked your black heels off and they were on the floor by your feet. He approached you tentatively, and tried to lift the mood with a bit of humour.

“Whats a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this.” He expected you to sass him back but you remained silent and he knew right then that he had some real grovelling to to do. “I’m so sorry I’m late again doll, but how about that dance now?”

You spun your stool around to face him, and if looks could kill your glare would have burned him to the ground. “Party’s over Steve.” You practically spat out. “I’m sorry Y/N, I was working” he tried to explain. “I needed to make sure a few changes were made to kit and equipment before the next mission.”

“And that couldn’t wait until morning?!” You shouted incredulously “I was understanding the first time, but this is the fifth time you’ve stood me up because of work and I’m getting sick of it.”

“I’m just trying to make sure we’re doing everything right, that we’ve got everything in place so we don’t lose anyone again.” Steve argued back.

“I know Steve and I understand, I heard the stories about Pietro and Sokovia and I am so so sorry, but this is beyond a joke. You are so fixated on your work it’s all you do now, you work or you train and that’s it, that’s our life.” You shout jumping off your stool.

Steve steps towards you; anger radiating off of him. “I am the Captain of this team, they are my responsibility. I am trying to keep them and a whole nation safe, i think that’s a little more important than date night don’t you?!” He’d raised his voice now but not quite shouting.

You scoff as you bend down to pick up your shoes “oh sorry I forgot you’re the all important Captain of America!! This isn’t about me missing out on date nights, I’m not the girl that needs all of your attention, and I hate that I feel like that girl right now, but I literally never see you. Our relationship has been reduced to passing each other in the hall or gym, or the rare missions we are on together.” You push past him and start walking towards the elevator.

“That’s not the only time you see me” he calls after you. He can feel himself getting more angry now. He feels that don’t understand what it’s like for him and the fact you’re bailing on this fight angers him even more.

“Oh right I forgot” you stop by the elevator door and laugh and he hates the sound of that laugh, forced and fake and bitter, “I also see you when you crawl in my bed in the middle of the night to fuck me. That all I’m good for Rogers?” You taunt.

He’s so angry now he clenches his fists, knuckles turning white and bites his tongue, but you goad him with “got nothing to say for yourself Steven” and the use of your full first name sets him on edge. Without thinking he bites back, quietly, calmly and with venom “Maybe it is”. You throw your shoes at him, missing his head by mere inches, jump in the elevator and disappear.

Steve takes a big gulp from his beer and is snapped out if his memories by the sound of Tony’s voice.

“Hey earth to Cap, are you there?” he says waving his hands in front of him.

“Sorry Tony, say again?” Steve blinks up at him. Tony narrows his eyes suspiciously before repeating himself.

“I said, I can’t believe you actually came! This is definitely a night for celebration, I’m cracking open my finest bottle of scotch, who’s in?” He asks and rubs his hands together while the rest of the team nods in approval. As he turns to the bar he leans down to whisper “she’s on the dance floor with Hill” and carries on before he can respond.

The team continues chatting excitedly about Tony’s scotch while Steve scans the dance floor, until his eyes fix on you. You’re wearing a little black dress with your hair curled around your shoulders, dancing and laughing with Hill and some of the other shield agents. He can’t help the smile that creeps onto his face when he looks at you. You’ve got your back mostly to him but he knows you look beautiful tonight, you always do. He regrets his last words to you every day. He didn’t even mean them, not really, he was just frustrated that you couldn’t understand the pressure he was under. The pressure that he puts on himself to be right and strong and lead. He knows this is his fault. If he had just gone after you, or called you, or answered your texts you could have patched things up and be going home in his arms tonight. But instead he was stubborn and proud and refused to apologise for “being the Captain” and eventually the texts stopped coming.

The party is coming to an end, Steve can tell because the music is starting to slow down now, couples start swaying on the floor, their bodies close. The conversation between his team mates had died down, Wanda and Vision swaying together on the dance floor, Clint had gone home to his family and Sam was no doubt putting the moves on the woman behind the bar judging by the way she was giggling and blushing.

Steve’s attention was drawn to Nat and Bruce who were nudging each other whispering and pointing at Thor. He was on the dance floor cuddled up close to a woman, small arms wrapped around his muscular shoulders. Nothing new there, all the women at the compound wanted to dance with Thor! But as the God slowly swayed, Steve caught sight of the face that belonged to those delicate arms and his eyes nearly popped right out of his head! It was Y/N, and you looked almost content, leaning into him and smiling, talking in hushed tones like you were sharing a secret. Steve could feel the jealousy rise up his like bile and burn his chest. He felt like Thor had ripped his heart clean out of his chest and smashed it with that stupid hammer. He took a long drink from his beer, wishing he could get drunk, and went to slam the bottle down on the table when a metal arm shot out grabbing the bottle. “You’ll break the bottle and the table, don’t make a scene” Bucky joked. Steve gave a half smile.

Bucky had moved to sit next to him putting his hand in his shoulder and giving it a squeeze. “They’re just dancing man.” Bucky tried to soothe “Thor wouldn’t do that to a friend”. Steve nodded and took his beer back from his best friend making a show of putting it down gently this time. Bucky chuckled.

Steve continued to watch you dance with Thor. He had not gotten the chance to tell you before you broke up but he was in love with you, and now he’d screwed it up and it was too late. He just hoped that Thor would treat you the way that he should have done. You deserved it.

But then you looked over at him, looked him straight in the eye and a smiled, that same beautiful smile you’d given him before it had all gone wrong, and he almost thought he saw you blush. He couldn’t help then but wonder if it was too late after all.......

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As the upbeat party music started morphing into the slower, more romantic songs that signalled the end of the party, your friends had started pairing off with partners or heading home and you decided you should head out too. You were just about to go and say your goodbyes to Hill when you ran into a solid wall of muscle. You looked up to see Thor smiling down at you.

“Would you do me the honour of giving me this dance Y/N?” He asked politely smiling at you.

You decided that one last dance wouldn’t hurt, and took his hand letting him lead you around the dance floor. As the song drew to a close, he leant down and whispered into your ear “The Captain will come to his senses eventually”. You raised your eyebrow and tilted your head in silent question. “He’s been watching you all night, and I dare say seeing you dancing with a God as handsome and powerful as me will give him the kick he needs”. He grins cheekily.

Your mouth drops open in surprise and amusement and you turn your head towards the avengers table. Sure enough Steve is watching you and when you lock eyes with him all you can do is smile. Maybe all hope is not lost after all....

[thinkaboutdobrik]

Hard To Get → David Dobrik

requested by anonymous

plot: the reader is being hard to get and david tried his best to impress her.

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«y/n, would you go on a date with david?» zane asked you, looking at you from the couch.

you gave him a shrug from the kitchen counter. «no, he wouldn't have time for dates.» you laughed before continuing with whatever you were doing in the kitchen.

you and the guys were having a slow night at david’s house. they had just finished editing whilst you had kept them company. the guys would crack jokes here and there and somehow the conversation had led to a debate on whether or not david was dateable, considering his busy schedule and lack of free time.

david’s hand landed over his heart, pretending to be deeply offended as he scoffed. «yea, i would!» he exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air after finally joining your discussion, taking his attention away from his phone and onto you.

heath entered the room. «no, she's actually right. you're always busy doing something.» he claimed as he sat down in the couch next to zane.

david scoffed once again, this time rolling his eyes as well. «guys, i can make plenty of time to do other things.» he assured everyone, trying his best to convince everyone that filming and editing wasn’t always his main priority.

after finishing what you were doing in the kitchen, you crashed onto the couch next to the guys. crossing your legs and your arms you looked in david’s direction who was laying on the bean bag, under a big blanket with his hood pulled tight around his face.

«if i'm gonna date someone they need to have time for me. like, i need to be one of their top priorities, and i just don't see that with you, david.» you admitted, using your hands to talk and accentuate a few of the words.

zane turned in the couch, a big grin forming on his face in result of your comments. «ooh, burn!» he laughed.

«plus, you also don't know how to dress nicely. baby, you can't be going on dates in sweatpants and t-shirts if you wanna get the ladies.» heath added, pouting his lips as he spoke, serving a slight attitude as his hand fell onto his hip.

«exactly!» you agreed.

david shook his head in disbelief as to what the three of you had just said. he rolled his eyes before unlocking his phone again, putting the attention back to his phone.

lately david had been acting differently around you. nothing bad, but it seemed like he was more comfortable around you. he’d always give you small compliments here and there, and he seemed to be wanting to spend more time with you. the girls in your friend group all claimed he had a ‘thing’ for you, but you shrugged it off. you could never imagine david have time for a girlfriend, let alone a single hook up, so you didn’t pay it too much attention.

«and you're always either filming or editing. the only times you take care of yourself is when you post mate food literally to your doorstep.» you mocked.

david removed the blanket from his lap and turned towards the three of you. «what- when did this turn into a 'roast david' session?» he half heartedly laughed.

«i'm sorry, dave. if you want to take me on a date you're gonna have to really impress me.» you replied before getting up from the couch and heading to the hallway to put on your shoes. «uber’s here. see you later!» you waved at the guys.

after finally getting home to spend the rest of the night in bed, your phone lit up from the desk drawing your attention to it. you let out a small groan as you got up from the bed that you had just crashed onto, and unlocked your phone only to see an unread text message from david.

david: hey what are u doing tomorrow night

y/n: uhm nothing why?

david: wanna come over around 7ish and keep me company while i edit wednesday's vid?

y/n: suree

david: see you then ;)

the whole day went by pretty quickly, and it was already getting close to 7pm. you had been running plenty of arrends the entire day, and when you finally got home late in the afternoon you headed straight for the shower.

after getting out of the steamy, hot and relaxing shower you proceeded to do the usual: skin care routine, put on some clothes, do your make up and fix your hair.

wearing nothing but some comfy sweatpants and a hoodie, you proceeded to order an uber.

the thing about hanging out around david at night time, and especially on editing nights, when it was just the two of you was that you'd be able to just chill out. he'd be buried deep into his laptop, most likely covered by a big hoodie with the hood pulled tight to his face, which often resulted in you sitting on the other side of the couch scrolling through instagram and twitter.

getting out of the uber you headed for david's door. a confused look snuck up on your face as you got closer to the door. dark rooms, no sight of any movement coming from the inside - maybe he forgot you were coming over?

you knocked lightly on the door as you peeked through the curtains hanging above the door. a few seconds later, the door finally unlocked.

«hey, I- » you greeted before inturrupting yourself as you laid your eyes on the brown haired man standing before you.

«woah, what are you up to? are you filming? » you asked, confusion in your tone as you looked david up and down.

his soft and fluffy hair was lightly slicked back. he was wearing a nice, dark grey suit and some really nice, shiney, probably brand new, shoes to go with.

he shook his head as he adjusted his blazer. «what makes you think i'm filming?» he joked causing you to roll your eyes at him.

«what's all this?» you asked, waving your hand around and pointing at the unusual sight.

«just to show you i own more clothing than just sweatpants and hoodies.» he laughed.

he reached out his hand for you to grab it as he gave you a smile. «come, i wanna show you something.»

you analyzed his outfit and glanced over his shoulder to look into the livingroom.

nothing. pure darkness. all the lights were off and it didn't seem like anything was going on. your eyes darted to david's free hand, noticing he didn't carry his camera around, which he usually did.

«david, what are you up to-» you started, grabbing his hand hesitantly as he guided you inside.

«shh, just follow me. what are you, scared?» he mocked feeling your loose grip on his hand.

«the only time i get scared around you is when you're pointing a flamethrower to my face... that and snakes.» you laughed, before getting guided further into his house.

passing by the kitchen, you were guided through the livingroom and over to the door to the backyard. you peeked through the windows, trying to catch a glance of what david was going to show you, but your view was quickly blocked by david taking a step to the side to stand right in front of you.

david let out a big sigh before clearing his throat. «this is just something i put together, all by my self. it took hours of planning but i made it.» he smiled before turning to the door to hold it open for you as you carefully took a step forward, entering his backyard.

«wha- where is everybody? what is this? what are you up to, dobrik?» you asked in confusion as you looked around.

once you entered his backyard your eyes immediately landed on the small table set for two next to the lit up firepit. your eyes quickly darted over to the mariachi band that slowly started playing their instruments.

you looked at david, with your eyes wide as ever, a big smile on your face. «is this for me?»

david smiled widely as he placed his hand on the small of your back and guided you forward. he pulled out the chair in front of you, motioning for you to sit down.

«do you like it?» he asked you as he sat down on the chair across from you.

you nodded and smiled, still taken aback by all of your surroundings. «i even cooked us pasta, look!» he announced before lifting up the lid to the big plate in the middle of the table.

you squinted your eyes at him as you leaned back in your chair. «that looks oddly familiar..»

«fine, it's olive garden,» he chuckled as he ran a hand through his slicked back hair. «but i went out and bought it myself! infact, i did all of this myself.» he continued, pointing at the table and the mariachi band.

you gave him a quick smirk as you looked at him. «alright, dobrik. what's the catch?» you chuckled as you crossed your legs under the table.

«no catch. you said i'd never have time for dates, so..» he started, a smile sneaking up on the corners of his lips. «i cancelled all my plans today, made sure i had plenty of time, i even bought a suit-» he continued, continuisly talking with his hands.

«just to prove a point? you didn't have to do all that,» you tilted your head as you looked in his direction.

«no, I-» he sighed. «the point here is that you're so freakin' hard to get, and i did my very best to impress you, which i hope i did, because i want to date you, alright?» he rambled on, running out of breath as he eagerly spoke.

you smiled before biting your bottom lip and placing your palm on top of david's hand. «fine,» you giggled.

he looked at you in confusion, squinting his eyes at your response. «fine, what?»

«fine, i'll go on a date with you.» you smiled as a small laugh escaped your mouth.

david's eyes lit up as he straightened his back, a big and wide smile appearing on his face. «really?»

you nodded in response, giving him a quick wink as you playfully kicked his leg under the table.

[freddie-roger-brian-john]

The Gellar-Bing situation (Gwilym!Brian x Reader)

As the sister of John Deacon, bassist of Queen, you and your boyfriend, Brian May, had basically been forced to keep your relationship a secret. You both knew that John would be furious if he found out and so, you both thought it would be a good idea to not let anyone know until the two of you were certain about each other. Not to mention, the added pressure of being a public couple scared you. The press would surely have a field day if they found out that the relatively private sister of John Deacon was dating one of his best friends.

It hadn't been easy, keeping everything quiet. Roger had almost found out a few times. Luckily, he was as gullible as the press when it came to the two of them being found in tricky to explain situations. The latest of which had been when Brian had forgot himself and kissed you in front of the band. A stunned silence had fallen over the room and Brian had become frozen to the spot the second he realised what he had done. His brain working fast to fix things, Brian proceeded to kiss Roger, John, and Freddie as well.

"Always a pleasure," he had said as he left the room, a very confused expression on the faces of everyone left inside.

You and Brian decided that you needed time, just the two of you. Where he could kiss you whenever he felt like it without fearing discovery. So the two of you arranged a weekend away together. As cover stories, Brian claimed he was headed out of town to give a talk about interplanetary dust, whereas you told the boys you had won a ticket to see a David Bowie concert.

You arrived at the hotel, that the two of you would be staying in, in separate cars. In case there was any paparazzi, you had planned for Brian to go in first and then for you to go in ten minutes later. Once you were finally alone together, you felt as though all the stress of keeping this massive secret, had disappeared.

"I'm not sure what would be more difficult," Brian said as he poured you a glass of wine, "telling them or continuing not to tell them." You nodded, taking your glass from him.

“I know," you said simply, taking a sip. "I keep look at John and Veronica being all in love and stuff, wishing we could be like that." Brian smiled at the thought of him being able hang out with the boys, with you sitting on his lap, you arms around around him.

"Me too," he said.

"But if it's not the fear of John finding out, then it's the press finding out," you said, thinking aloud. "I can already imagine the headlines. The four of you already have enough trouble in the newspapers without me barging in." Leaning closer to you, Brian replied simply,

"I don't care about the press anymore." Seeing as he was centimetres from your face, you leaned in as well and kissed him. "Only you," he finished as the two of you parted. His words made you kiss him again and, as you did, you imagined this being the norm. You imagined not caring if Roger was going to walk through the door, or if a camera was going to appear by the window. You imagined not panicking every morning before looking at the paper and seeing that the press hadn't found out yet. If everything was out in the open then you two could do whatever you liked, whenever you liked. But despite all these thought, you both knew that you weren't ready to come clean yet. You still needed time to work out this thing between you. So when you returned from your weekend away together, you still stuck to your stories without hinting that you two had stayed together.

As Brian unpacked back at his house, Roger came over to help. If Brian was being honest, Roger was the one friend he feared finding out the most. Not because Roger would be at all angry with him, but because he knew that he wouldn't be able to keep his mouth shut. If Roger knew then it was only a matter of time before everyone did. "So how was your weekend?" Roger asked as he helped himself to some of Brian's food. Brian wanted to say that it was amazing but he knew he wasn't able to do so.

"It was alright," he said, not meeting his friend's eye.

"Yeah," Roger agreed. "It didn't sound to interesting if I'm being honest. But I suppose kids will pretend to like anything if a rockstar's coming to talk to them about it."

"Oi," said Brian. "They did like my talk." Roger made a face before taking a bite of pizza.

"Whatever you say, May." Brian rolled his eyes and huffed a bit.

"Will you just help me unpack?" He asked him as he watched Roger, a slice of pizza still in his hand, raid the cupboards for something else to eat.

"Alright, keep your hair on," he said, raising his hands in surrender. He finished his pizza and the two of them made their way to Brian's bedroom. They chatted as they worked, throwing clothes into wardrobes.

"Oh no," said Roger as he stared at something in his hand. Brian tilted his head to try and get a look at what he was holding, but Roger cupped his hand over it to block his view.

"What is it?" Brian asked, still trying to see.

"Looks like you forgot to bring home the rest of your make up." A smile split Roger's face as he revealed an eyelash curler. Brian's stomach dropped. It was yours. Roger, still half smiling at his joke, faltered slightly as he saw the worried look on Brian's face. "I was just joking, Bri, calm down." He set the curler to the side, keeping an eye on his friend. Brian make a conscious effort to keep his face from looking panicked.

"Oh, that's just..." but he didn't know what to say. How was he meant to justify something like this?

"No, no, I get it," said Roger, calmly.

"Really?"

"Yeah, you're Brian May," he said. "No one here's gonna judge you for bringing a lady back to your hotel room. You're acting as if I don't do the same thing most nights." Brian's chest deflated as he silently thanked the universe for making Roger such a slut.

“Oh, yeah, that's what happened," he said as casually as he could, hoping beyond hope that Roger didn't notice how strange he was acting.

The rest of the night consisted of Brian unpacking while Roger watched. They managed to get through the evening without any more difficult questions and Brian was certain that Roger no longer suspected anything weird was going on.

And that's how things were until the next day. You, Mary, and the boys had decided to hang out at yours before they had to go back to the studio and record for the next few weeks. You knew that while he was working, you would barely see Brian and the other guys so you wanted to spend as much time with them as possible. "So, Y/N, how was the concert?" Mary asked you as you looked through your suitcase which was open on the table in your living room. The six of you were sat around it, chatting and eating.

"Oh, it was amazing," you said, as convincingly as you possibly could. Throughout the evening, you had been half listening to conversations and half unpacking, occasionally leaving the room to put something in your room. As Brian helped steer the topic of conversation away from the weekend, you picked up your make up bag and quickly checked inside to make sure everything was inside.

"You alright?" Your brother, John, asked you as he noticed you look around for something.

"Yeah I just can't find my eyelash curler," you said absentmindedly. Roger's already big eyes widened to the size of saucers.

"Oh- Oh my God," He spluttered. As Brian realised what had been said, he leapt to his feet and grabbed Roger. "Oh, Oh!"

"Rog, can I talk for a second!?" Brian said in a panicked shout. Everyone looked up, startled by the sudden shouting. You were startled most of all but you realised that you must've let something slip. And so you also jumped up and helped Brian drag Roger from the living room.

You slammed the bedroom door behind you, sealing you, Brian, and Roger away from the other three. Roger fell down onto the bed, his eyes still wide.

"You!" He said, pointing at Brian. He then turned to you, "and you!"

"Yes but you can't tell anyone, nobody knows," you told him, hurriedly, holding a finger to your lips to quiet him. If anyone outside heard them then it would all be out in the open.

"How? When?" Brian and you glanced at each other and silently agreed to tell him.

Brian sighed. "It happened in Japan-"

"In Japan?!"

"Shhhhhhhhhh - no," you both said in the loudest whisper you could risk. "The reason we didn't tel anyone is because we didn't want to make a big deal," Brian explained.

"But it is a big deal!" Roger argued. He bounced a bit where he sat on the bed, his face desperate. "I gotta tell someone-" You and Brian both grabbed him as he tried to run towards the door.

"Please, please," you said and you two brought him back to the bed. "We just don't want to have to deal with telling everyone. You know how the press is-"

"-and Deaky would kill me."

"Please just promise us that you won't tell anyone," you pleaded. Again, Roger bounced where he sat, his face so conflicted. He kinda looked like he needed to pee.

"Alright," he finally conceded. Relief flooded both of their faces and they instantly relaxed a little. "Mate, this is unbelievable. I mean it's great but I-"

"I know it is," said Brian. His eyes had torn away from Roger and were now fixed on you. You smiled at him, seeing the sudden admiration in his eyes as he stared into yours. You both took a step towards each other and, before either of you knew what had happened, you had wrapped your arms around each other and your lips were locked.

"Oh, I don't want to see that!" Roger said, covering his eyes with his hands, though the half grin on his face told them that he was ready to fully support their new relationship.

Much to the dismay of you and Brian, Roger was not the last to find out about the two of you being together. You had been on the phone to Brian, the two of you talking freely about each other, not worried anyone would hear. It was very early in the morning. You, the boys, and Mary had gone out the night before and so, you had forgotten you had invited Mary to crash at your house.

She was lying on your couch when she woke up. Her first thought was to check her messages to see if Freddie was wondering where she had got to. However, instead she picked up the phone and heard your voice.

“I’ll just make something up,” she heard you say. “You can just tell the boys I’m doing work.”

“Work?” Asked Brian. “Is that my new nickname.” Mary gasped, instantly recognising Brian’s voice. Completely stunned, she kept listening. She heard you chuckle.

“You know what your nickname is, Mr Big-”

“Ahhh!” Mary screeched, throwing the phone back onto the receiver, not wanting to know what the next word was going to be.

The third boy found out only a few weeks later. Much like how Mary and Freddie lived next door to each other, Roger was looking to move next door Brian. Freddie, Mary, and John had decided to accompany Roger as he looked around one of the houses by Brian’s. None of them knew that just across the street, you and Brian were alone together in his living room, the curtains hanging forgetfully open.

As John and Mary left the living room of Roger’s new home, Freddie innocently decided to look out the window to admire the view of the garden. He saw a lot more than he was expecting to.

“Hey, Roger?” He called backwards as he saw you and Brian walk in view of the window. “Brian’s home with Y/N.” Roger’s eyes widened. He got to his feet, ready to drag Freddie away from the window in case the two of you took advantage of being alone. Unfortunately, Roger was just a few seconds late in getting to Freddie. The familiar smile on the lead singer’s face fell and was replaced with a look of pure shock and confusion as you and Brian began unbuttoning each other’s shirts.

“Oh my god,” he said. “Oh. Oh! Brian and Y/N! Brian and Y/N!!!”

“Oh my god,” said Roger, bringing his hand up to his eyes and trying to pull Freddie’s gaze.

“Brian and Y/N!” Freddie shouted again. Grabbing him by the shoulders, Roger tried to shut Freddie up. Very suddenly, Freddie whipped around. “Oh, my eyes! My eyes!”

“Freddie-” Roger began, trying his hardest to get his friends to stop screaming.

“No, they’re doing it!”

“I know!” He shouted back at him.

“You know?!”

“Yes I know and Mary knows but Deaky doesn’t know so you have to stop screaming,” he told him in a very loud whisper. As if on cue, John came running into the room to see what all the shouting was about. Slightly panicked, Freddie simply started screaming again. Roger, not sure what else to do, joined him.

“Woah, woah, what?” John asked them, serious concern on his face.

“We’re just so happy for Roger!” Freddie said, improvising brilliantly. He jumped excitedly towards John, putting a hand on his shoulder so that he turned away from the window. Roger breathed a sigh of relief. John hadn’t found it... yet.

Freddie, Roger, and Mary managed to get John out of the room without him suspecting anything strange but, as they looked at one of the spare bedrooms, John excused himself to go to the bathroom. As he was unfamiliar with the house, he accidentally walked back into the living room and saw through the window.

“No,” he muttered to himself in complete disbelief. “No,” he said slightly louder. Mary, who had wandered back downstairs, noticed the living room door was open. She ran inside, hoping it was not too, but was unfortunately met by John, staring out of the window. He whipped around, looked at Mary for only a moment, and ran past her. She shouted for the boys and the three of them followed close behind John as he ran to Brian’s front door. He pounded his fist against the door, making you and Brian both jump.

“Brian!” You heard your brother shout. “Brian! Get out here. I saw what you were doing through the window! I saw what you were doing to my sister!” You clapped a hand over your mouth, lost for words. Your worst fear had come true.

“Well,” said Brian, doing the buttons on his shirt back up as quickly as possible. “We had a nice run, I’m going to go before your brother murders me. Bye bye now.” He quickly kissed you and ran towards the window.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m making a run for it,” he told you, earning a roll from your eyes. You grabbed his hand and turned towards the door that was being pounded by John’s fist and opened it.

“I can handle John,” you told him as a look of pure fear appeared on his face. You opened the door and prepared yourself and Brian hid behind you. “Hey,” you said as casually as you could. “What’s up?” He shot a glare at you before pushing past and locking eyes with Brian. Before you had a chance to stop it, John ran at Brian and chased him around the room. “What the hell are you doing?” Your brother demanded as Brian hid behind you.

Roger, Freddie, and Mary finally entered the house, all panting slightly. “Are you alright?” Mary asked you as she saw the situation.

“I think- I think,” said Brian, “John knows about me and Y/N.”

“Mate, he’s right there,” said Roger, nervously. John, not at all listening as everyone rolled their eyes at Roger. John, not at all listening as everyone rolled their eyes at Roger.

“You’re meant to be one of my best friends,” he said, jabbing a finger accusingly at Brian, “this is my sister!” John rubbed his forehead as if it was all just too much. “My best friend and my sister? I can’t believe this.” He stared at the two of you for a moment. One deafening moment of silence and tension as everyone looked at John. “My best friend and my sister,” he repeated, though this time, it was happy. A smile had crept up onto his face and, after hearing how serious the two of you were, the anger just washed away. He wrapped both of you in a big hug. As everyone smiled and sighed with relief that John was not going to murder Brian with his bass. “Hey how about we clear out of here and let these two love birds get back to it?” Roger asked. John’s head turned and he glared at Roger. “Hey,” said Roger, outing his hand up in surrender. “I’m just talking here, he’s the one doing your sister.”

You didn’t even care what stupid things Roger’s said next. You didn’t even care if yours and Brian’s relationship was in the newspapers tomorrow. John hadn’t reacted too badly and now, everyone close to you knew. You could kiss him whenever you wanted to kiss him. You could act like a couple around the boys. You no longer had to hide your affection for each other. And although it’s not the way you would’ve chosen for everyone to find out, you didn’t care.

[volcanofireflame150]

Life will find a way

Intro; Ch4

Chapter 3

After that interaction with Jongin, I've noticed that he seems very friendly when Jin is not around I'm guessing everyone is still a little on edge of what he did to Chloe, but hey, she deserved it for being mean to me for all these years, but other than that he's been a real keeper, thankfully I added his number to my phone but I wanted to then I decided I only wrote it down because I don't want Jin to find out that Jongin is going to hang out with me when I'm alone in situations like this when Jin and the BTS members goes on stage, he can keep me company while they go do their thing. Basically it feels like my 6 month internship just got removed because Jongin is not treating me like a staff member, no, he asked me out when I was just coming out of the bathroom, he asked, "Do you want to get a bite to eat? I mean, since Jin and the BTS members, I'm assuming that they left without knowing that you just got left behind." "I told them to go on without me," I said, "Though, Jin was very hesitant to leave without me because I really do want to conquer this phobia that I have." Then it was settled, he didn't want me to be alone because I guess some people do have a point, maybe I can't do this alone, I need to be around people in order to survive otherwise I'll go crazy, Jongin took me to his van where his band mates were, and he made sure that I sat near a window so I can stargaze, I love stargazing because I lose focus on what I am worrying about maybe I should've started that to conquer this fear. I ignored majority of the time when Jongin lightly nudged me and said, "We are here at our favorite cafe. Plus, you can eat as much as you want, don't starve yourself please, Y/N." "I'll take your word for it," I said, then headed out shortly after Jongin did. At least, these guys are gentleman, though it's only been 1 whole day and I already don't want to leave South Korea because I feel a strong pull towards Jongin. Which is why, I don't want to add him to my contacts because I do not want to get distracted when I'm at school or when I'm sleeping, I need my sleep.

Though, I have a feeling that Jongin knows about my feelings for him but I think he understands that I am still in high school and he will wait for me until I come back for him and Jin. Mainly Jin, I do not want him to get suspicious of what is going on between me and Jongin, plus I was thinking about doing my career on YouTube because Emile and Masea are really focused on what they are doing and they are getting paid for making these videos, I might as well, make my own content on YouTube, enough about that I was actually being stared at I looked and one of Jongin's friends asked, "What are you planning on doing once you get out of school?" I shrugged, thinking it was pointless of telling people on what I want to do for the rest of my life. Sehun said, "C'mon, we won't laugh, after all this is YOUR life, you can do whatever you want." "I want to make videos for a living," I said. I was expecting laughter but I got nothing, Jongin said, "That's a very good choice, you can actually do that if you know people who do make videos for a living." "Which I do," I said, "Basically, I'm technically part of a group called TheRunawayGuys, for short TRG, they are my American and Canadian friends from North America." "Ah, lucky," said one of the members. Jongin said, "Let me introduce you to the members, minus Sehun and myself, both of us are the young ones but Sehun is the youngest." "Alright," I said, "Continue." "This is Minseok, Junmyeon, Yixing, Baekhyun, Jongdae, Chanyeol, and Kyungsoo," Jongin introduced them, "Don't worry about on why Kyungsoo is looking at you like that, he has very bad eye sight." "Where are his glasses?" I asked. Sehun said, "He brought them it's just he forgot that he left them in the van." "You mean these?" I asked, pulling out a pair of glasses. I handed the glasses to Kyungsoo and he took them, then said, "Thanks, sorry for making you slightly uncomfortable." "I wasn't frightened at all," I said. Basically everyone, but Jongin, were looking at me like I was crazy, Kyungsoo asked, "I don't scare you?" "No, I know someone who is WAY scarier than you," I said, referring to Masea Anela. She is scary when she wants to be, I only caught a glimpse of it but she immediately turned nice when it comes to me, she's only scary when she is alone with Emile. But anywho, I keep on referring things that happen only with Emile and Masea, I guess I really do miss them, I hope everything is alright. Once I got back to BigHit, I noticed a very concerned Jin, he asked, "Where were you?" "Jongin took me out to eat with his group," I said, "Is that a problem? I did chose his group as well." "That's right," said Jin, "It's just that it's very late at night and you should probably get some rest, I will not let anyone bother you since I know that you love to sleep which is why I let you get in the backseat to lay down and rest." "By the way, I just want to thank you for switching my life around because I really wanted some light in my life I always see dark," I said to him. Jin escorted me inside and I went to bed first, my 6 months only just begun, I don't think I'm going to meet Seventeen any time soon, I don't know if they debuted or not, that's fine by me. 3 months with BTS and 3 months with EXO is fine by me, especially when Jongin is my only thought at the moment. I got some good night sleep, Jin kept his word I slept for 8 or 10 hours, I asked, "How long was I asleep?" "Only 10 hours," said Namjoon, "You really needed that rest because you had a quite a day yesterday." "Yeah, I'm hoping these happy things keep happening I can finally conquer this fear I have," I said, "I just want you guys to know that sometimes other than my school work, I like to be alone in order to adjust to what is happening around me." "Ah, I get it," said Namjoon, "Don't worry, you'll conquer that fear, just remember that you are not alone this world. No one is ever alone this world, some people like you need help in order to fight on what they are afraid of." "This is wise for someone like you to say that to me and it's only my 1st day," I said, "Well, my 2nd day now since lot has happened." "Yeah, your first day was the award show, the flight does not count for us," said Hoseok, "If you want to cut your trip short we totally understand. Just know that you can always come back here whenever you want to." "I'll keep that in mind," I said, "Because I don't know where Jin is." "He's with Taehyung, Jungkook, and Jimin, so you are with me, Hoseok, and Yoongi," said Namjoon. I breathed in heavily and exhaled then said, "I don't want anyone to tell Jin but on the first day I felt a strong pulse and it's not one of you guys." "Oooooh, someone has fallen in love," said Hoseok. Namjoon said, "With that, I am out." He almost walked out and immediately walked back in asking, "Who is it?" "Kim Jongin from EXO," I said. Yoongi said, "I knew it, he's too kind to break anyone. But wait, what did he do?" "He reminds me of what Jin has been doing, making sure I get what I need and such," I said, "He allowed no one to bother me while I look at the stars because I love to stargaze." "Wow, I don't think Jin will allow you to do that," I heard Namjoon say. I couldn't help but feel like I need to see Jongin again before I go back to America, I mean yeah sure, Jin is my brother but he can't shield me from falling in love with someone. So, that's what I end up doing, it's not to hurt or upset Jin, basically I'm cutting my days with BTS and head over to EXO because I can only count on them to make me smile everyday. Yoongi asked, "Are you really sure about this?" "Of course, Jin seems to be only focused on this group, I don't want to be a burden to him whatsoever," I said, "I hope that he understands that he can only be a brother but not be the boss of me." After that I just left, with my stuff included, I went into SM Entertainment, expecting to meet the EXO members but I bumped into someone that I was not familiar with. He asked, "Are you lost?" "I'm looking for the group EXO," I said, "I cut my trip short with BTS and Seventeen." "Good thing you did because someone was expecting your arrival," he said. I was hoping for it to be Jongin and my prediction was correct, Jongin was waiting for me, then he said, "I guess this means you and I can spend some time without Jin looking over your shoulder." "Wait, was that who I think it was?" I asked. No wonder he sounded familiar, Jongin said, "I'm afraid he found out about my nice gestures, so he was upset that he let his protective side to get in the way of what you truly wanted." "As long as he continues to find out on what he is doing wrong and fixes it then he's more than welcome to be my brother because I have a family to go to," I said, "Just as long as he knows his boundaries, no one can control someone that's from America." Anywho he led me to the room where the others are, Baekhyun said, "Yay! Our intern is here!" "Back off, Byun!" said Jongin, in a very stern voice. Baekhyun looked at him then at Junmyeon, Junmyeon said, "Jongin has called dibs on her so you can't win against him." "Yeah, he was voted as the sexiest man in Korea," I heard Baekhyun mumble. I quickly looked at Jongin, which his face turned bright red, I asked, "Is this true?" "Yes," said Jongin, "Everyone calls me Kai, but you always call me Nini." "Shouldn't I be allowed to call you that?" I asked, "You gave me permission to call you that." "Yeah I know," said Jongin, "But most of the time you call me Jongin." "Only when I need to get you to listen or when you are in trouble," I said. Jongin said, "Which will never happen because I know that you will never find your stern voice and also I am much older than you, Missy." "KIM JONGIN!" I shouted, found my stern voice. He quickly took a step back, yeah, he stepped over a boundary, basically I shocked everyone, the room echoed my voice, so the room is very very quiet.

Oops..

[inhalareexhalare]

Memento mori. 

Nynaeve recommended this before, and I loved it and am remembering.

It suddenly started raining.

Karu also said,

"I think I'm gonna be a terrible dad"

Out of nowhere.

We'd just been talking about his gig today about half an hour ago.

I feel a bit down that I can't seem to find the motivation to keep my work space organized, but I think that's because I put it down too much in my priority list. Dr. Seth told me to take one day off of work, to do housekeeping duties, to express how important it is to her.

Awesome.

From Karu:

Wala lang. I remember Aang being a terrible dad [It's nothing. I remember Aang being a terrible dad]

Aang was a terrible dad according to the old airbender guy from Legend of Korra

Apparently it was Katara that took care of the children cause Aang was busy being the Avatar

Kinda like how Naruto is busy being Hokage

Aang's airbender kid was also obviously favored over the non bender and the waterbender

To Karu:

Hahahahaha I see I see

We won't know until we get there, and we'll never know if we don't keep trying :)

God gave man a partner for a reason, so don't start thinking you're on your own

Outside family, there's also a reason why we're a team, remember? :) No man is an island, and no man is big enough to carry out a vision

I am technically your secretary, so don't hesitate to call for me. In fact, I'd love to help

We're still a small ship of a small crew in such a big sea, so of course it's gonna be busy

The burden gets lighter as more pillars are added, and as these pillars are slowly built with strength over time

...we teach the youth what wonders life can do :)

2018-11-07 12:00 Philippines Wednesday

BOOODLE FIIIGHT!!!!

I ATE TONS OF MEAT! Pork. Chicken. Fish!!!

I feel like I got closer with Ms. Charree.

It was the right choice to return to her side when she was left alone coincidentally. She's sociable, but also shy in many ways.

This is always a fun tradition in the Philippines hahaha! I still have a hard time eating rice with my hands though. My hands don't understand how to do it naturally.

“Privileged ignorance”

Born and bred With spoon and fed

Yes. I am one of those sheltered kids. It's one of the reasons why leaving home was particularly radical to the family tree. It seemed the natural thing to do though when words couldn't get through...

Though I think I could have tried other approaches to help them understand my thoughts. I'd never recommend leaving home abruptly.

It first assumes that you cannot trust your family. It also leaves things on a bad note.

Explorer's motto: always leave things better than when you arrived in there.

You'll have no power to fix things, but you always have the option to be kind and give love to others.

I thank God for sharing his strength and giving me courage today. I was able to smile sincerely at Dr. Seth, at Ms. Charree, at Ms. Len, Jun, Marg, and Deanne, and Cecilia—and I realized how much a tiny gesture can help lighten up someone else's day.

2018-11-07 13:00 Philippines Wednesday

Don't stop believing.

Cecilia dragged me into the Brothers' House tour with the rest of the gang. I suppose greeting them all the way to the other side at the boodle fight before returning to Ms. Charee was the right choice.

My intention to be a friend came through!

The brothers are so cool! So human. They make the most of life because they have confidence in the love of Life.

Skating, biking, childish jokes, friendships, rivalries, ambition, doubts, faith, laughter...

Being a brother, one of them said, is not about being worthy as a person, but instead about how God is worthy and all his greatness.

How very true!

To whoever’s out there:

No matter where you are in your life and no matter what position you are put into; whenever that nagging feeling comes—"do I deserve this?" remember that you ask a wrong question.

The question is always whether the cause is worth it or not. Answer that, and you'll know what to do and where to put your energy into.

We do not choose our calling, but we choose our faith and meaning.

Life always puts you where you need to be. Your sole resource is what you believe in.

Don't stop learning, don't stop growing. Be open to new ideas, but also stand up for what you believe in.

2018-11-07 14:00 Philippines Wednesday

It's funny how a person's confidence level can only either increase or decrease as the number of group mates fluctuate.

For me, my leadership instincts work better in small numbers. Big crowds tend to overstimulate me and I go quiet to reserve energy.

The commonality among everyone, I think, is that the extent that individuality is compromised is positively correlated to the number of people (that is part of the group) present.

2018-11-07 14:28 Philippines Wednesday

Don't you get it? The anomaly is us—the consciousness, the ego; entities aren't supposed to think about themselves.

Organisms act according to their survival and self-interest, but they think about and react to outside threats (or opportunities) and predators (or friends). They don't flee (or fight) thinking, "how do I defend myself?"

Rather, they think, "how do I survive from this predator?"

Get it? The focus is on the foreign object.

The same way we flail even after hours of practice just because we become overly conscious of how to do things instead of focusing on the goal which would have naturally assisted us in accomplishing it (since we already did practice and it should all have been muscle memory).

We are minor creatures, swayed and small-mindedly occupied with our shadows. No different from a cat that is enamored by a mere laser point.

This thought occurred out of nowhere. But I remember a video that can show you stuff about performance anxiety:

Still, studying the self has shown exactly how studying the self made us ineffective. Pop quiz. Do you call this a paradox, or an irony?

I rather think it's more of an irony.

2018-11-07 19:00 Philippines Wednesday

Mah keyss.

The girly not-key looks so girly and so unlike me that I like it. It says "Open your mind!" on the tiny pink heart of it.

I think this was an excess Christmas gift when I was in late elementary school days or high school and it used to be a keychain, not a key, but look what I did to it haha

I really like how Ms. Siomai smiles back at me sweetly when I greet her and when I thank them for the meal with my own smiles.

I know she's just being polite, but she seems like she can be an easy-to-talk-to friend.

God always provides enough for his people.

Thank you for this meal.

2018-11-07 20:00 Philippines Wednesday

Peak Meeting adjourned!

Exciting big quests.

“Calm Spell”

I feel sad for some reason, almost to tears But this ain't nothing And it sure as hell ain't everything.

Keep your cool. It's okay. Take it slow.

Focus.

Yana's soul is fuzzy. Like, cozy fuzzy.

She

Tries to reach out to me. In bits, in chewable pieces.

I can feel Her.

Karu and I are out to get the second half of our dinner.

We finally established at tonight's Peak meeting the curfew—23:00. Thank God. Thank you, Ira and Moira.

I don't usually draw that way by the way. I am pretty flexible with art style. The problem? I'm no practitioner. I'm just an on-and-off hobbyist. I'm not even sure I'd count it as a hobby anymore. I used to draw a lot, but then I realized my true love was words.

2018-11-08 00:32 Philippines Thursday

I cried. 

A lot. From about 01:00 to 02:38.

I didn't know whether I'd write about this or not, since it's pretty much an inconvenient coincidence that caused it, but here I am.

After the meeting, Karu and I walked outside to get food, right? While walking with him, I wrote that previous entry above this.

Karu had lots of ideas and stories. He cut himself off at least twice, saying instead that I should finish my entry first since I lose my ideas pretty fast when another thing catches my interest.

Turns out he's the same. Walking together, I kind of sensed his slight frustration. But I didn't make room to dive that thought because I wasn't done finishing my thoughts for the entry yet.

We reach stoplight after stoplight, and he suggests that we can get food from a carinderia (small eatery) instead. Cheaper, healthier.

But I still wasn't done analyzing my thoughts for the entry. I kept typing and told him I leave it up to him, and that I'm good with whatever.

Then I noticed we were heading towards the convenience store instead. Only then was I done with the entry. He got my full attention.

We look at sandwiches. They seemed the best option in there.

But we only got 70 pesos. A sandwich that was even worth our time is at least 39 pesos.

I kept suggesting to him that I can go walk back to the house to get more money and he can wait in the store since I knew how much he disliked the action of going back and forth for such trivial things (even things that matter to him).

But he kept saying that my suggestion made no sense. That we had enough.

That confused me. I tried suggesting the 30-peso hotdog sandwiches. Then he said he didn't feel like eating anymore.

He entrusted the money to me and so I walked inside the convenience store while he remained outside and sat on the sidewalk.

I tried to assess the situation, and I thought maybe he liked the 39-peso sandwiches better than hotdogs, but he didn't want to make me have to resort to a hotdog sandwich just to fit the budget.

So that's exactly what I did. Maybe he'd like the sandwich. He didn't feel like eating anymore but we both knew he needed it.

And we head back home and as expected the first thing he did was light up a cigarette at the dirty kitchen.

It was quick, so I could tell he didn't want to be around people. Job, Ira, and Zenith were around.

Entering our room that I occupied was the lesser evil.

After taking our bites, he finally shared why he's so pissed.

He made his own logical assessment of his emotions.

"You are annoying sometimes."

Firstly, he said, he forgot the ideas he wanted to tell me about. Secondly, for some reason he also wanted me to make our decision as he gave suggestions on where to eat. Lastly, he really just wanted to have the time with me to walk and talk to each other.

This was the first time anything like it happened so I was deeply affected. He left the room for water and I took the chance to cry by establishing the threshold: the point where the tears are about to overflow. I wouldn't let it, and distracted myself with other thoughts until I got my neutral face back and cried silently until I reached the threshold again.

He got back, lied down, and we turned the lights off.

When I couldn't restrain my now willingly hidden tears, I turned my back against him and lied on my left side.

My tears overflowed, dying to spill everything. Everything. I did it all silently. I cried hot tears soundlessly.

He clicked his tongue, as he always did when he got pissed. Either it's because he thought I was just leaving things unfinished and going straight to sleep, or his musician ears caught the irregular breathing of my tear-soaked lungs (figuratively). (Fuck musicians.) After a minute maybe, he apologized for "getting pissed."

I wanted to say that it wasn't something he should apologize to me about, but I couldn't say a word. I knew my voice would betray my tears.

I cried some more in the quiet and then finally got the leaning-positive shade of my personality back when I was satisfied with crying my shit out. I lied down on my right this time, facing him.

I asked if he needed the blanket that was accidentally on his pillow, and he gestured a yes by lifting his head. I had a bit of trouble unfolding it, since it was in a messy fold, and was surprised that he helped me.

His hand traveled under the sheets and took my left leg so it was laying over his, as he usually did to show affection. I couldn't muster the balls to hug him as I usually did to return his affection and he sensed it, taking my left hand to let it rest on his left shoulder.

He asked me what was making me feel bad, since according to his understanding of the situation, no one was to blame. It's not wrong to want to write my journal entries. It's not wrong to want to walk and talk with your wife.

After multiple hesitations and anxiety over his patience (he repeatedly asked me what's up with such gentleness), I finally said that it's because I vowed to be a wife and a partner. But all I am is a failure. He touched my face and confirmed my tears.

It's good that I got to deal with the self-obsession somehow, as I realized halfway how my thoughts are beginning to be overly critical and close-mindedly inward. Still, I felt sad.

I felt too guilty to get over this emotionally-perceived mistake.

He said I have more "successes" than "failures," the complete opposite of him. He asked me to mount him (nothing sexual, although it did come to that later when I promoted it HAHA) so I could hug him more naturally.

I wanted to tell him he's wrong, but all I could do was shake my head to our darkness-adjusted eyes, because my voice kept breaking. I'm bad with crying.

He comforted me, saying he couldn't stay mad at me even if he wanted to, unlike his signature temper.

We basically ended on a kind note, but I still think we didn't end with the good we could have. We ended good in a way, but we still have obsessive dwellings on our respective egos. He still thinks he's a bad husband most of the time, and I still think I'm a bad wife most of the time.

We must find a way to get out of this rut. Replace the mode of thinking. It doesn't help anyone.

Also, as a note, Karu didn't know exactly how we got there either. To that conflict. We're usually more flexible than that. I'm just realized after the fact last "night" that he just came from a gig.

That could actually make sense, but I'm not ready to conclude yet.

[panda-noosh]

Action! {Lance x YouTuber!Reader}{Au}

Words: 6723

   Summary: Being a YouTube guru is hard enough without the added stress of living with Lance McClain, the man who insists on bombarding into every YouTube video you try to film. His viewers love him, and secretly, so do you.

   Pairing: Lance x YouTuber!Reader

   Notes: p2 - p3 - p4 - p5 - p6 - p7 ; I'm in such a long fic mood I'm so sorry.

    “Hello everyone, and welcome back to my channel!”

   The intro rings off of your tongue in the natural way it always had done – a simple greeting for the thousands – sometimes millions – of viewers who would soon be clicking on this very video.

   The make up scatters the table in front of you, your ring light shining in front of you with your camera placed firmly in the centre of it. A less-than-professional set-up, but you didn't need anything more than what you had. Your fans appreciated the sometimes low-quality aesthetic of your videos.

   At least, you hoped so.

    “Today, we're going to be doing the full face with one product challenge. I was tagged to do this by multiple people, and I'm sorry I'm only getting to it now. I've been a bit absent from YouTube because of some-”

    “Because she forgot to go grocery shopping!”

   Lance's voice startles you, making a yelp escape your throat. Your elbow shoves concealer off of the desk, sending it toppling into the plush pink carpet of your filming room.

    You snap your head to look at your room mate as he barges in the door, faux anger plastered on his features though it is clear he is trying to hide a grin.

   “Are you serious?” you bite, scrambling to pick up the knocked off product. “I'm filming!”

   “And I'm starving,” Lance replies. “Plus, you forgot to go grocery shopping, so there's nothing for me to cook. Meaning we have to go out for dinner tonight.”

    You raise a brow, folding your arms over your chest. “Can you not just order take out? I need to get this video filmed.”

   “Delivery is far too expensive nowadays,” Lance says. “Finish up filming and then we're going out for dinner.”

   “Lance-”

   But he's already span on his heel, facing away from you to make his way out of the door. “No excuses, Y/N-ah! And hurry up! I'm getting dizzy.”

   The door closes behind him and you slump back in your chair, gazing at your camera. How Lance managed to do that, you had no idea. How he always managed to make you feel this way. How he always managed to interrupt your work – if anybody else had done that, you would have freaked out. You were like a lot of other Youtubers – a complete workaholic. Your life was surrounded by the internet – emails, brand deals, YouTube comments and Twitter mentions that had your name glued to them.

    Whenever people got between you and your work, the business you had set up for yourself from the very ground up, you got mad at them. But Lance always got away with it.

    You had met Lance not long after college. You were looking for universities to enroll in and had met him at one of the open days. The two of you became close, moved in together, until eventually you both ended up dropping out of university to go your own paths. Lance was currently in training to become a pilot, and you were a YouTuber.

   An unlikely pairing, but one which oddly worked.

    You grumble to yourself in disbelief at your own softness for the boy. You would have to tell him off at some point, just to ease your own nerves. But until then, you had a dinner to get ready for, and what better way to do that than to film a Get Ready With Me? Room mate revenge edition.

    Lance sat down in the seat in front of you, a tomato dangling from his lips which he had just pulled loose from the patty of his burger. You barked down chips, one arm folded over your waist as the other picked at the chips in front of you, stuffing two at a time into your lip gloss coated mouth.

   Lance watched you closely for a moment, observing how you sat. You noticed he often did this whenever it was silent between you two – he liked to see the little movements you did. How you would dart your eyes around the restaurant as if somebody was out to get you, how you would laugh at the air every now and then as a funny thought erupted in your brain, or how you would sometimes suddenly dive for your phone so you could write down an idea that had suddenly sprung into your head.

   Today, none of that was happening. You were simply staring back at him, creative juices flowing.

   “Did you know tomatoes are fruits?” Lance says through a mouthful of said-fruit.

   You narrow your eyes. “That doesn't even make any sense.”

   Lance's eyes widen as if you had just offended his entire being. “Are you saying I'm lying? Because I'm not! I read it on a Facebook pop-up ad.”

   You snort. “Seems legit, Lance.”

   “It was,” Lance grumbles. “You honestly can't hate on me. I'm the one with the unlimited number of facts up my sleeve.”

    “Oh yeah? Give me another one.”

   “I'm saving them for whenever it's quiet,” he says, before he takes a bite out of his burger. You watch him closely as he chews thoughtfully on the bite, before he turns back to you. “Did you end up finishing your video?”

   You sigh, slumping further down in the booth seat and popping another chip in your mouth, followed promptly by a chicken nugget. “Not the one I was planning on filming. I would have looked a mess at the end of it, and I couldn't be bothered reapplying it all for the dinner, so I just did a GRWM.”

   Lance raises a brow. “You don't even need to doll up. We're literally in a diner eating greasy food with our hands at 5 in the afternoon.”

   “It's the effort that counts,” you counter. “And plus, I need a video for next week. My pre-filmed ones are running a little low.”

   “I can tell. You've done nothing but organise future videos for the past two weeks straight.”

   It was the truth. Pre-filmed videos were beginning to run thin, meaning you had to restock. It wouldn't be long until you were due to attend the Video Star event in LA, and you would be damned if you didn't have videos prepared for when you were away. Your channel had been thriving on a good schedule for the past eight years, and you wouldn't let that streak slip.

   “Speaking of which,” Lance says, suddenly. “I've been meaning to speak to you about some videos of yours.”

   You raise a brow. You mostly did beauty videos – the odd tag, the odd collab with a family member to jostle up the fun, but they were never videos you thought Lance would like to watch. You had never seen him watch any of your videos, and he only ever spoke to you about your never-ending schedule, not the content.

   You lean forward. “Right. Continue.”    He takes a bite out of his burger. “I had this – this idea. This genius epiphany, if you will.”

   “Rare.”

   “Shut up.” He swallows thickly and points the burger at you before continuing. “I've been featured in quite a few of your videos, right? Whenever I pop in and start yelling and stuff like that. Plus, I'm always on your vlog channel. Why not have me actually – you know – sit down and do a video with you?”

   You nearly choke on the air you are inhaling, hardly believing your ears.

   You and Lance had never discussed doing a collab together. The idea alone seemed weird. Sure, Lance's voice had been heard in the background of your videos on multiple occasions, him earning the nickname as Y/N's Phantom Room Mate, but there was never any discussion of anything other than that. Him sitting beside you as you did one of your routine videos seemed almost absurd, but you find yourself oddly appealed to the idea.

   Almost as soon as he says it, ideas are popping into your overworked mind. That was the thing with you – everything was an idea. Everything had potential in it, some more than others. Bringing Lance onto your channel seemed to trigger your brain, opening up a wide range of ideas which you suddenly become eager to try out.

    “My channel?” you ask. Lance nods eagerly, never taking his eyes off of yours. “My make up, beauty and fashion channel?”

   “Yes Y/N, I'm well aware of the content you create. You can dress me up or do my make up, or even do a Q&A if you want. It doesn't matter. I just wanna see what all the fuss is about.”

   You frown. “There is no fuss.”

   “There will be fuss when I show my beautiful face.” He chuckles, licking grease off of his fingers before slumping back in his seat and spreading out his fingers across his stomach. “So what do you say? Me, you. Video.”

   You pout. It was a good idea. There was a lot you could do with Lance by your side, and your viewers on your vlog channel always seemed to love him whenever he made an appearance. It would be for the benefit of your viewers. It would also give you some videos to post during your time away.

    You sigh and nod your head gently. “Sure. Why not? Let's do it.”

   “If I move too much, will the camera go out of focus?” Lance asks as he messes with the chair you had set up for him by your desk.

   You shoot him a sideways glance as you busy yourself with fixing your mascara, a casual look foe the question and answer session you were about to film. Nothing over the top.

   Whilst you wore a simple white shirt tucked into light blue jeans, Lance had come with a hawaiian dress shirt pressed to his chest, the top few buttons undone paired with ripped, black skinny jeans. His usual, casual style of a hoodie and sweat pants had been abandoned, and you couldn't help but appreciate it.

   He looked good. He always looked good, but today he looked extra good. He looked a little bit more like a man, and you could appreciate that.

   Even though you didn't mind him dressing the way he usually did.

   “Only if you do anything crazy,” you reply. You sit back on the white seat beside him, shoulder brushing his slightly. “Are you ready or not?”

   “I was born ready.” He smiles widely at the camera, despite you having not even started yet. “Wait, what are we even doing?”

   You roll your eyes, opening Twitter. The hashtag 'Y/N Room Mate Q&A' had been trending for over three hours now, questions upon questions from curious viewers pouring into the board at a speed you found difficult to keep up with. One's that said too much, ones that said too little, ones that were just downright weird.

   “A Q&A,” you reply. “My viewers have been dying to know who you are, so what better way to introduce you than this?”

   Lance nods gently, draping an arm over the back of your chair to look at the tweets which you continually refreshed.

   Soon, you put an end to the refreshing of the page and decided to finally begin the video. You shuffle away from Lance just a little, look up at the camera, take a deep breath, and-

   “Hello everyone, and welcome back to my channel! Today I'm joined with a very special guest – my best friend and my room mate, Mr Lance McClain!”

   Lance grins widely, waving furiously at the camera. The act alone makes a blush creep along your cheeks – one you hope that your bronzer and concealer cover up well enough to not make obvious. “Hey everyone!”

    “Now, I asked you guys on Twitter to send me some of your questions for me and Lance to answer, and you guys really did deliver. It was trending and everything.”

   Lance splutters, turning to you with wide eyes. “Really?”

   You nod. “It's insane. They're insane.” You send a cheeky grin to the camera before looking down at your phone. “Okay, first question: What if your favourite and least favourite thing about living with one another?”

   You turn to Lance, hoping to find any expression that would suggest he was thinking, but it doesn't take long for him to speak up with an answer to both inquiries.

   “My least favourite thing about living with Y/N would definitely have to be when she forgets to buy groceries,” he says, and you can't suppress the groan which escapes your mouth. Lance laughs as you slump down in your seat, shaking your head.

   “I did that one time!”

   “One time too many,” Lance barks back, clamping a hand to your knee. “My favourite thing about living with her – well, there's a lot I like about living with her. She's my best friend, afterall. Maybe it's the way she puts up with my busy schedule. Yeah. I like that about her a lot.”

    You raise a brow, looking up at Lance for a moment with a small smile appearing on your face. “How genuine of you. I only put up with it because you being in the house is a chore.”

   Lance squeezes your knee, a giggled “Hey!” escaping him. You chuckle along with him, shuffling up in your seat to answer the question yourself.

    “My least favourite thing about living with Lance would have to be . . . He interrupts my filming a lot. It's almost like he just knows I'm filming and he chooses that time specifically to come and yell at me for stupid stuff.”

   “Stupid stuff?” Lance exclaims. “My starvation isn't stupid, Y/N-ah. It's actually quite serious.”

   You wave your hand, dismissing his comment though the smile appearing on your face is bright and joyful and you want to wipe it off, keep the deadpan, serious look but you can't help it.

    “My favourite thing about living with Lance would have to be . . . Um . . . The way he pays half the rent.”

   “I'm really about to move out.”

   You bark out into laughter, shoving Lance playfully. “I'm kidding, I'm kidding! No, you're great fun to live with just in general. Whenever I'm having a bad day, you never fail to come into my room with a cup of coffee and we'll just sit up and watch romantic comedies for the entire day. You take care of me.”

   Lance looks at you, his expression visible in the view finder you find yourself looking into. His smile is small, almost weak looking but his eyes are soft, as if your words really did hit home with him.

   He taps your knee gently, and it's only then that you realise he actually hadn't let go of your knee since he placed his hand on it earlier. The thought makes your face burn and your quick to look down at your phone, preparing the next question.

    “Okay, next question~”

  The questions continue until the footage is a good hour long, and you're almost certain your entire neck will be cramped by the time you've finished editing it to a reasonable length.

   You send out a quick thank you tweet to everybody who sent in questions before turning the camera off and slipping the SD card out of it, sliding it into your pocket for later use.

   Lance groans as he stands up, knees and back cracking due to the lack of movement he had endured for the past hour. “That was fun!”

   “It got a little weird at the end,” you say, turning to look at him. “You putting lipstick on your eyebrows certainly wasn't what I had in mind when I invited you for a Q&A.”

   Lance shrugs, rubbing at the red lipstick that was stuck on the fibres of his eyebrow. You had yelled at him through laughter, tapping the table in an attempt to calm you down – this was a side to you the viewers had never seen before. Laughing uncontrollably, tears streaming down your face. You were never overly serious in your videos, but they were professional enough that you never made an attempt to make inappropriate jokes. You were there to help girls and guys with their make up routines when they needed it – jokes just added extra minutes onto the video.

    But here you were, wiping at your streaked mascara all because Lance had filmed a video with you. You were still laughing, thoughts of his funny answers swimming through your mind and making the choked laughter erupt all over again.

    “Tell me when you're going to upload it,” Lance requests. “I wanna watch it.”

   “Do you wanna proof watch it before I upload?”

   Lance shakes his head, making you frown. You thought for sure he would want to check over the footage, make sure you had edited in everything he wanted and took out everything he didn't want. His first time on YouTube would have to be special.

    Lance notices your confused expression and smiles softly, gently placing a lipstick stained hand on your shoulder. “I've seen your other videos, Y/N. I trust you enough to make me look good.”

    You flush, the comment surprisingly flattering you. It was nice to know that you're hard work, the hours you put into editing these videos, is paying off and somebody is noticing it. It's enough to make your cheeks flush a colour darker, though Lance doesn't stay still long enough to pick up on it.

   “Anyway, are you feeling Korean food? I want bulgogi.”

  The comments were streaming in, and every single one sent a tingle of nerves to spiral through your chest.

   It had never been like this. At least, not for the last six or seven years of you uploading videos.

   You remembered your ten year old self uploading her first video – a Lally Kally review – and how nervous you had felt whenever you got your first comment. It was something along the lines of, “How cute!” followed shortly by, “Where are her parents?”

   It was similar to how you were feeling now. This twist in your gut as people commented, though the comments rolled in a lot quicker than when you were ten years old. You refreshed the page every two seconds, trying to capture every comment before it disappeared amongst a pile of others, but it was soon seen to be impossible.

    You sigh, pulling the covers higher up until they are bundled under your chin. Comments like these should be making your heart pound because they were compliments, but your heart was pounding for a reason a bit different than that.

   “I've never seen Y/N look so happy. I'm glad she has somebody like Lance to make her laugh like that.”

    “Look at the way Lance looks at her, omg!!!!”

    “Honestly, I always thought these two were just friends. The way Y/N would talk about him always made it seem that way, but seeing them together is making me think there's something else to it.”

   “Has she ever smiled like that in a video?”

   “More! More! More!”    “What's their ship name? I want that shit trending immediately.”

   They were nice comments – far from hate comments, at least. People seemed to like Lance. People seemed to like Lance and you together even more, and that made you feel weasy, almost.

    Lance was eventually going to read the comments. You knew it wouldn't take him long to figure out how YouTube worked, and the thought of him seeing all of these comments about how you two would make the perfect couple made you oddly anxious, because what if that made things awkward?

   You knew it wouldn't. You knew Lance was better than that – he would never ditch your friendship over the things others were saying, but the thought still ate at the back of your mind, a stupid worry you couldn't shove away.

    You rewatched the video for a third time that night, trying to avoid the way the clock said 4am. You had been up editing until 12am, replying to Twitter mentions until half 1, and now you were locked onto the YouTube comments, rewatching your own video on loop and reading what your viewers had to say.

    It was YouTuber tendencies to be a night owl, apparently.

   You had to admit that there was an obvious clash between how you acted in this particular video with every other video you had posted. In your other videos, you very rarely even had guests, so there was never any reason for you to burst into uncontrollable laughter. Your videos often consisted of voice overs, also, rather than you speaking directly to the camera. But even with the voice over and lack of guests, you were definitely still obviously a lot happier in this video than any other one you had filmed.

   The way you rested your head on your palm and looked over at Lance was an action you hadn't even noticed you were making whenever you were filming. It was so natural. The way Lance would be in the middle of speaking and his eyes would flick down to you, and he'd blush just a little and send you a small wink, all without stopping his sentence – it was so natural whenever you two did it off camera, but watching it back made you realise just how suggestive it all looked.

   Sure, it was cute. It was deadly cute. But you didn't need Lance knowing you felt like that.

   You rub at your tired eyes roughly before finally closing your overused laptop. You set it to the side and cuddle under the covers of your sheets, your mind repeating the YouTube comments on a loop in your head.

   “You two would look so adorable together!”

   Two weeks had passed since you had uploaded the video, and you were almost positive Lance had read through every single comment that was on it. He checked them daily, showing you the ones which made you squirm uncomfortably, but Lance didn't seem bothered by them. In fact, the majority of them were making him giggle.

   But your troubles would soon be set aside, as it was finally time for you to make your appearance at the Los Angeles Video Star event – one you had been anticipated to attend for the past two years, but you had never bothered.

   Being around other YouTubers never interested you. You had a few YouTuber friends, but none that you met up with on a daily basis. Other than meeting your fans, there was never any pull factor to showing up at these events.

   This year, you had read through the tweets from your fans, begging you to go, and you had cracked, accepting the invitation. You had been booked on plenty of panels, and you weren't ready for any of them.

    The conference hall is huge, you notice. Almost as soon as you step inside, you're suddenly itching to text Lance, to ask him to calm you down in the way he always manages to do so. But your phone has been turned off for the sake of the cameras, and there's a crowd of girls squealing because oh my god, Y/N L/N just walked in! and you quite frankly don't want to look rude.

   You're led to your seat on the panel by some of the hosts, a seat right beside Hunk Garrett, one of your good YouTube friends. He owned a YouTube channel with a good million subscribers called HunkGrub, where he basically just ate food, cooked food, talked about food – anything to do with food. Every challenge that had to do with food, you can guarantee that he was doing it within days of it becoming popular. In fact, quite often he was the one who started them.

   “Well, long time no see, stranger,” he says to you as you take a seat.

   You take a long swig of water before replying, needing something to quench the thirst which had been brought on by the nerves. “Sorry. I'm not very good at texting.”

   Hunk frowns, looking at you with a raised brow. “You honestly look like you've seen a ghost. First time here?”

   You nod shakily. “First time in LA. I didn't realise everybody here was so . . .So, uh -”

   “Self aware?” Hunk suggests, and you wince at how harsh the phrase sounds, though you know there is no better fit for it.

   Hunk nods and leans back in his chair, folding his arms over his chest as he looks out over the appearing crowd. The big hall was definitely filling up at a pace which you struggled to keep up with, some people even being held back before they launched themselves onto the stage at the line of YouTubers who were also currently filing in.

   “I saw your video with your boyfriend a few weeks back,” Hunk suddenly comments. Your eyes widen, head snapping around to look at him.

   “Lance isn't my boyfriend.”

   Hunk raises a brow, his turn to look surprised. “What? How? You two were so-”

   You wave a hand, not wanting to talk about the one thing which had been plaguing your mind since you clicked 'UPLOAD' on that video. The positive response had been overwhelming, but you didn't need to hear about how cute you and Lance looked when you were perfectly aware of what it looked like.

    “So you just . . . You just look at your friends like that all the time?” Hunk continues anyway, ignoring your clearly uncomfortable aura. “Lance just looks at you like that all the time? Are you friend zoning that poor boy?”

    “Hunk!” you hiss, slapping his shoulder which causes a mesh of screams to emerge from the audience. “Would you just – Christ, we're not dating.”

   “That's not what I asked.”

   “I'm not friend-zoning him. You can't be friend zoned if you don't like the person who's friend-zoning you, and Lance McClain most certainly doesn't like me as anything more than a friend.”

   Hunk smirks now, looking at you like you were a three year old trying to excuse why the vase was broken. “You're getting worked up, babe. That means something whether you want it to or not.”

   “Would you just sh?” you grumble, folding your arms over your chest. “I'm nervous enough as it is.”

    “Would Lance make you feel better?”

   “I swear on all that is holy, Hunk Garrett, I will-”

    “Please mind your language, everyone!” the host exclaims into the microphone, sending a whistling to vibrate amongst the crowd. “We're live and we don't want to face any legal trouble, so all offensive comments and all rude words must be left for after the live stream is turned off. Sound good?”

   The crowd screams in reply. You take a swig of water. Your fellow YouTubers nod and grin, shining personalities an amazing contrast to the bundle of nerves you are in the centre of it all. You don't even know why you're in the centre. Was the centre special? Was it because you were new here?

   You take a deep breath in an attempt to settle your anxiety, setting your water down to place your hands in your lap, fiddling with the strings on the camoflage, baggy trousers you had decided to wear with your hoodie. Street fashion that you only ever planned to wear in a place like this.

   Soon, the live stream had begun and the questions were being fired your way and everybody elses way. You had to admire the way the other Youtubers and the way they so calmly answered each question as if it was no big deal. The way they comforted crying fans who stood up to the microphone shaking at the chance to speak to their favourite content creater.

   The few fans who had given you that welcome had only gotten a shy smile and a, “Please don't cry,” in return, and you had thought that was enough. But watching Allura jog down off stage to go and hug her sobbing fan made a swarm of guilt to erupt in your stomach. You should be doing more. You should be showing the fans just how much you appreciated them, but your social skills were a little too rusty, stopping you from doing anything too bold.

    Things seem to wind down after a little while. You become less anxious, lounging back in your seat and laughing along to the comments the panel are making. You even make a few jokes yourself, smiling in content at the way your fans scream in appreciation and laugh along with you, shocked to see this slice of humour that you very rarely place in your videos.

   Still, you know the question of Lance will soon show up, and the thought of it's impending arrival is enough to make you even a little bit tense, a little bit drawn back. You have to come up with a good enough answer before the question is asked – but you don't even know what the question will be, so trying to form an answer seems close to impossible at this point.

   It's after the panel host announces that there is only time for a few more questions that one of your fans finally steps up to the podium and asks what everybody had been thinking all night.

    “Are you and Lance dating? If not, have you ever had feelings towards him?”

   You swallow the golf ball sized lump in your throat, hiding it with an embarrassed smile and a chuckle as the crowd erupts into screams of delight that somebody had broken the ice and asked you the one question which was surely playing at their minds all night. You want to pretend it's all okay, but the flaming heat arising up your neck and attacking your make-up covered face will surely give away any subtleties you were trying to hide.

    You shake your head gently, keeping the reassuring smile on your face, never breaking eye contact with the fan who was nervously playing with the hem of her shirt. You noticed her make up look was one you had done on your YouTube channel only a few weeks ago, and that reassured you that she meant no harm. She was a supporter, and you would treat her with as much love as she had shown you.

    “Lance and I are just friends,” you reply after the crowd has settled. “We've lived together for . . . Three years now? Coming up on three years, so we're very close. We know each other better than anybody else and that's maybe why we looked so close in the video we shot together. But I can promise you that we're nothing more than friends.”

   The girl nods, and you think it's over. You think you've cleared yourself until the panel host turns to his microphone, a cheeky grin on his face as he says, “And what about the second question? Have either of you ever felt feelings for each other?”

   You bite down hard on your lip. So hard you're almost positive you've drawn blood, but the feeling of the pain distracts you from your embarrassment and the dread forming in the pit of your stomach. The crowds screams become unbearable, hacking through the ear piece in your ear which makes the questions louder for you to hear. They were adamant for this, and you didn't want to lie. You didn't want to make it seem like you would never have a chance with Lance, because you liked to hope otherwise. You liked to hope that there was room for you two to be something more than friends, but it was a scary thought. The thought of admitting everything to this room full of strangers before you had even discussed your feelings with Lance seemed stupid, but it was now or never.

   Now or never.

   You lean into your microphone, laugh lightly and shrug. “I think – uh – I think it's almost impossible for me to not feel something for Lance, you know?”

    What am I doing? What am I doing? What am I doing?

   You continue on anyway. “He's been by my side through thick and thin for a long time, and he's my best friend. He's seen me at my lowest and at my worst, and he's one of the only people on this planet who know how to properly calm me down when I'm feeling stressed. It's hard to not feel something whenever somebody knows you that well. But again, we're just friends.”

    And the crowd screams.

   You scramble for your phone as soon as you enter your hotel room.

   Lance had been watching the live stream. He had to have been watching the live stream. He had promised you he wouldn't miss it for the world. He felt bad enough for not being able to accompany you to LA due to his training schedule, so you knew he would find anyway he could to support you without actually being by your side.

   That meant he watched the live stream. He had to have watched the live stream.

   Your thoughts are confirmed whenever you open your phone to a stream of messages, as if Lance had been live messaging you throughout the entire thing. You quickly read through them, thumb nail in your mouth and dread forming in the pit of your stomach.

    Lance: bitch you look so pretty damn you cleaned up well for this one.

   Lance: are those my military jeans? I knew I lost them somewhere.

    Lance: why is nobody asking you questions? I want to hear your voice.

   Lance: you look like you're about to throw up all she did was ask you what make up concealer you used lmao.

   Lance: ask Hunk to make me food.

   Lance: aw, that fan was crying over you! I love seeing how much of an impact you have on them, it's adorable.

   Lance: you look so happy. i'm happy that watching you be happy.

   Lance: okay but the panel host 100% has his eye on you and it's lowkey pissing me off don't ask why yeet.

   Lance: SOMEONE ASKED ABOUT ME HJFISDJIOSHGIUO.

   Lance: aw, you're my best friend too, Y/N x

   Lance: wait.

   Lance: why didn't you tell me?

   Lance: fuck, Y/N, did you really mean that in the way I think you did? can I call you?

   Lance: i've been wanting to hear that for so long. my heart is racing so hard right now.

   Lance: I hope I didn't misunderstand. please call me as soon as you get these. I want to confess with my voice, not over text.

   Lance: shit. i'm so anxious right now. I had no idea.

   You don't waste a moment, and you don't entirely know why. You should have been panicking, trying to avoid him as much as possible after your embarrassing confession that you sent to hundreds of people, but you can't stop yourself from pulling up his contact, clicking on his name and ringing him.

   He picks up on the second ring.

   “I'm sorry,” is the first thing you say, suddenly pacing your hotel room with your hand gripping your hair. “I'm sorry I didn't tell you before. I'm sorry I said it to the fans before I said it to you. I didn't think. I was just letting out my feelings, and-”

   “When are you home?” Lance asks, his voice strained.

   “In three days,” you reply. Lance groans, the noise startling you. “Why? Is something wrong? Did you break the kitchen counter again?”

   “Jesus Y/N, I need to see you.” The sternness in his voice takes you by surprise and you freeze your pacing to listen closer, afraid you had misheard. “I need – I need to see your face after hearing what you said. I need to kiss you. I heard that's the best way to let someone know you like them back.”

    Your eyes widen, jaw going slack. Here you were, alone in LA, miles and miles away from your best friend. You were out here living your dream, surrounded by fans, and you wanted nothing more than to be back with Lance right now, curled up in his arms in the way you had been dreaming forever.

    “Don't say that,” you say. “I was doing okay but now I feel like I need to see you.”

   Lance chuckles gravelly, his throat sounding dry through the phone. “Three days. We can last three days.”

   You barely lasted three days.

   But on the third day, you had never run so fast. The taxi had dropped you off a few minutes from the flat complex. You had thrown your fee at the taxi driver, hauled your suitcase out of the back of the taxi and launched yourself into a full-on sprint down the pavement, the smile never leaving your face as you did so.

   You pushed open the door to your flat, tossed your suitcase to the side as you frantically looked around for Lance. He was nowhere to be seen, and disappointment soon began to settle in the pit of your stomach.

    He might be working.

   You frown, running a hand over your face and sighing into your palm. You just wanted to see him. Now that you knew how he felt, you never wanted to leave him again. This was the kind of thing that only happened in movies – you wanted to relish in it for as long as you could, but work schedules were a bitch.

   But then the sound of a door slamming down the hallway startles you back to reality, and suddenly Lance is yelling, running into the living room and sliding to a halt on his black socks against the frictionless wooden floor of the living room.

   He stops himself sliding right in front of you, where he finally wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into him, doing a twirl with you in his grip. You laugh, throwing your head back in pure bliss as every knot made from travelling that had appeared in your body suddenly seems to unravel and the world seems right again and you're home, where you should be.

    You're pleasantly surprised whenever Lance takes his chance at kissing your neck with the way you throw your head back in laughter. His soft lips press against the vein in your neck and you inhale sharply at the sudden contact, hands pulling at his hair to let him know you approved.

   “Never leave again, please,” Lance says, voice muffled by your neck. “I'm a complete wreck without you here. Both physically and mentally. I haven't washed a single pair of socks in a week, and we no longer have green plates.”

   You groan, pulling him away from you. “How many did you drop?”

   He raises a brow in sarcastic misunderstanding. “I have no idea what you mean.”

   You go to respond, but he doesn't let you as his lips finally crash onto yours, closing the gap you so desperately detested between the two of you. The feeling is like an eruption, like you've finally found the other half to you that you had been aimlessly looking for for your entire life. He had been there this entire time, hiding behind a mask and a label of 'my best friend.'

   Now here he was, lips pressed to yours in the perfect way it was always meant to be. You were almost certain you could have burst with happiness, but instead you pressed your lips harder against his, releasing your excitement into the kiss that was the cause of said emotion.

    It was weird how a single YouTube video could change everything. You placed a mental reminder in your head to thank your fans for their comments.