#and then I’m going to a concert next week which. while I think my leftover birthday money should pay for the hotel and stuff

[victory-cookies]

god I’m so torn. I have a few things I really buy rn but realistically I don’t think I can afford all of them. So I’m trying to weigh what I should let myself but bc I haven’t bought myself anything nice in a while

[astaroth1357]

"Hi kinda new. I don't know if this is where requests go, but if you haven't done it yet can I request an MC sneaking into the boys beds?" ~irenethehotdog

The MC Sneaks Into the Brothers' Beds While They're Asleep

@irenethehotdog don’t worry, I found ya anyway. 😁 Sooo there was a kind of tender way I could have played this… but then there was a funny way. I hope you're alright that I went with the funny way. 😅 I got two bed requests that are kind of similar-ish but how I’m interpreting them makes them just different enough to warrant two different asks. Here's the first one!

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Warning: Comical nudity? Is that NSFW-ish?

Intro:

Sometimes everybody needs a little comfort, especially in the middle of the night. Any number of things could have drawn the MC out of their bed: bad dreams, nagging thoughts, just general fear of the darkness of Hell that surrounded them, but they decided to try to soothe their unease with the company of their demonic housemates! Wonder how that turned out for them..?

Lucifer

I mean, if you’re feeling a little alone at night, maybe a little scared, it would only be natural to want to seek solace with the strongest person in the nearest vicinity, right? ...Right?

To say it was maybe ill-advised to just climb into bed with Lucifer would be an understatement… Frankly, if the enchantments he had on his door weren’t specifically meant for Mammon then they might have ended up in a very compromised position. But somehow, they managed to infiltrate the demon’s private sanctuary and get right up to his bed.

Now, Lucifer is not a heavy sleeper. Not at all. He’s grown pretty accustomed to waking up at all hours of the night because of his brother’s antics, so he felt the shifting weight on his mattress almost instantly.

They probably weren’t expecting him to suddenly jerk upright and spin towards them, fireball in hand ready to lob at their face... but that’s what they got.

After realizing that it was just the human and not Mammon coming in to take his stuff again, he made them sit down in front of his fireplace while he gave them a looong lecture about personal boundaries and how it’s really not smart to sneak up on demons like that… 

But he was still sympathetic to their sleep-deprived state so he offered them some tea and Devildom sleep remedies in hopes of getting them back to bed. ...Just not his. Back to your bed with you, MC.

Mammon

Mammon was their “babysitter.” Their protector. Their guardian. So why wouldn’t they want to go to him on a difficult night?

Getting into Mammon’s bed was hardly a challenge, sure they had to tiptoe through the garbage heap that made up his bedroom floor but it wasn’t Mission Impossible or anything…

What did catch them off guard was just how… not clothed he felt after they slid in under his covers. Like, pretty much wearing nothing at all. Not even a pair of courtesy boxers. 😓

It was their squeal as they flung themselves out of the bed that actually woke Mammon up. They had him ripping the covers off, ready to leap into action and everything, which definitely didn’t help matters. (Or maybe it did, depending on your point of view 🤷‍♀️).

Both parties pretty much turned into a cursing/blushing mess as he shot them embarrassed, rapid-fire questions while desperately trying to pull on some sweats. Meanwhile the MC stayed plastered up against the wall of his bedroom, answering him in equally defensive shouts.

Eventually, their fuss woke up Lucifer who was quick to send both of them back to their respective beds. The House teased them mercilessly for weeks… How were they supposed to know Mammon slept naked??

Leviathan

Levi might be a… strange choice for bedmate at first glance (he doesn’t really even sleep in bed, but a tub hardly meant for two people). However, there’s a certain level of approachability to him, isn’t there? Considering his own struggles with anxiety, maybe they thought he could relate…?

They tried knocking on his door first, thinking he might have been gaming, but there was no answer. When they walked in and found the otaku actually asleep for once, it seemed like their wishes might have actually been granted!

...But then came the actual trouble of trying to get into bed with Levi to start with. There wasn’t really an easy way to squeeze their body in past his because the tub was so dang narrow…

Any rational person might have just given up on the venture, but not MC. Whatever's possessed them to want to sleep with this awkward shut-in has a pretty good hold on them yet.

Lack of sleep might have been what gave them the bright idea to just try and lay on top of Levi veeerrry sooooftlllly…. Which is how the poor demon woke up to them halfway straddling his waist in the middle of the night.

His remarkably high-pitched scream woke up the whole dang House and the sheer amount of force he used when trying to jerk out of the tub toppled it over… Even after many apologies (and a trip to go buy a new tub), Levi still double locks his door at night to this day… 😓

Satan

Really an odd choice there, not going to lie. They’re well aware of the possibility that they could accidentally wake him and he maaaay not be the best waker (what being Wrath and all) but if it’s irrational worries that got you down, why not go to the most rational person in the House? Sounds like a perfectly logical decision, right?

That might have been what their half-baked disillusions were telling them on the way to Satan's bedroom but actually standing in front of the sleeping man was a whole other story. They felt crazy, genuinely crazy… But they still slipped in under the covers anyway.

Satan stirred almost immediately and turned to face them… but his eyes could hardly keep focus and the look of dopey confusion on his face could have honestly made the perfect screen background. "Huuuuuh…? MC…? What're you doin' 'ere…?"

They kind of had to hold in a laugh while they explained that they just wanted to sleep next to him that night. Satan beamed them an oddly serene smile and just nodded. "Okaaay…" With that he seemed to roll over to go back to sleep… but his mind caught back up with him before his drowsiness did.

"Wait a minute..." Ah shit….

 Like Lucifer, Satan ended up giving them a pretty good lecture on boundaries and the like when he finally snapped out of his stupor. Thankfully he wasn't mad, just a little embarrassed that they had seen him like that. He offered them a good book or two to pass the time if they couldn't sleep, but sent them back to bed all the same.

Asmodeus

Asmo probably doesn’t get people coming into his bed with completely chaste intentions very often, but he’s by far the most emotionally in-tuned demon in the House. If they're after a little sympathy, best just go to Asmo right?

They weren't really sure what to expect when they walked into his room... Does Asmo sleep like a Disney Princess, hair and makeup done perfectly in defiance of all laws of beauty?

Does he sleep like a '60s housewife, with curlers in his hair and leftover chips of mud mask on his face?

Does he sleep like the god of all sex that he is, sculpted chest for the eyes to see and everything underneath laid bare like a honeypot of temptation??

The MC doesn't really get to know, because when they pulled back the covers to climb inside they were met by the sight of someone else's very naked ass taking up the spot where they thought Asmo should be.

They go back to their room willingly, dejected and maybe a little scarred... Apparently they were just too late to the party...

Beelzebub

Okay, everything about Beel screams “Hello! I’m a warm comforting teddy bear!”...aside from the hungry parts. It’s really not hard to see why they’d want to go to him if they’re feeling a little vulnerable.

They didn't worry too much about being quiet when they walked into the twins' room. Belphie could sleep through a rock concert and Beel wasn't too far behind him (as long as he wasn't hungry).

They figured that the tall twin wouldn't mind too much if they just crawled into bed with him… He had make a similar request of them before, it was only fair right?

As they were preparing their tired body for a good night's sleep, they gently pulled the covers back next to Beel but they probably weren't expecting to find so many food wrappers surrounding him… or bags of chips… or packages of cookies… or-

Apparently Beel had yet another sleep-eating run and this time he seemed to have brought the whole kitchen back with him. There was hardly enough room left for Beel anymore, let alone the MC!

Considering their options were to either wedge themselves between a havoc roast and a bag of jerky or just brave one more night on their own, they cut their losses early and went back to their own bed...

Belphegor

They didn’t have to know Belphie since Day One of being there to pick up on how hard he slept. The man was pretty much in a coma for most of the day and that included his nightly rests too. Would he even notice if they… per say… slipped into bed with him to get a little comfort from their nightmares? Surely, he’d stay asleep, right?

When they didn't see his sleeping form in the room he shared with Beel, the MC eventually found Belphie up in the attic room. His little hideaway with a plush-ass bed to boot.

They didn’t bother being quiet at all. They figured that Belphie could have stayed under for anything short of banging pots and pans in his ears so why try to mask their footsteps?

They never expected him to be awake. 😰

The moment they lifted the covers, Belphie struck like some kind of blanket crocodile! He grabbed them by the waist and dragged them into the spot of the bed right under him with a impish grin on his face.

Turns out they weren't the only ones having sleeping problems that night and as they felt the full weight of his worn out body settle in nicely up against theirs they knew that maybe, finally, they'd get a good night's sleep… 🤭

[capsteddybear]

Our Playlist: Star of the Show - Thomas Rhett

Song lyric: ** "You look at me and laugh like you don't know what to do. Baby you're so cute."

You and Chris have been going out for a couple of weeks after Nikki’s birthday. Dates which included home cooked dinners you made for Chris in addition to the lunch break dates, and a few movie dates. Each date your feelings for each other grow stronger. =======

Chris is walking you back to your office on campus after your lunch date. Tonight is the first concert you’ll be directing. He squeezes your hand, "hey (y/n) you okay? You didn't talk much during lunch."

"Yeah, just nervous about tonight."

"Don't overthink it. Just do what you always do and everything will be fine."

You smile up at him and wrap your arms around him, "thank you, Chris."

He smiles back, "I'll see you at the concert." He gives you one more hug and a kiss on the cheek before heading to his car.

You rehearse with your students and you all feel confident about tonight. You give a speech to your students about all of the hard work that they have put in this semester and how proud you are of them. You give them a two hour break to relax or rehearse parts on their own before their call time. You head back to your office to relax a bit yourself. You play some music and lay on your couch that you have in your office when you hear your phone chime. It's a message from Chris:

Hi, I'm so proud of you. See you tonight.

Your face lit up and you replied with a simple smile emoji.

After getting dressed in your concert attire you walk back to the auditorium where you see your students warming up and the ushers are now opening the doors for people to take their seats. You try not to pay attention to the crowd and focus on your students with whatever they need. Once all of your students are settled and the auditorium seats are full, the lights dim and you start the show by introducing yourself and presenting the program. You start conducting the first movement and you feel yourself get lost in the piece and you start to relax. The rest of the concert went great. You smiled at your students as you did the last cut off before signaling them to stand up and take a bow with them. The audience claps and cheers as you bow again. The lights turn back on and when you look out to the crowd you spot Chris sitting stage right a couple of rows back with proud smile on his face. You thank the audience for attending the concert as they continue clapping. You help the students clean up the stage before heading out to the lobby to shake hands and thank more people for coming.

The school director and other faculty members congratulate you on your performance and you let out a breath of relief because you know how much hard work you put in for tonight. You give each of them a hand shake and thank them as you make your way through the crowd to thank more people. As you're walking you feel a hand at the small of your back. You turn around and it's Chris.

"Chris!" You jump into his arms.

"Hi (y/n/), you did great tonight."

"Thank you. Thanks so much for coming tonight, Chris."

"Of course. Oh and I know you're not a fan of flowers, but I got you this." He presents a single pink rose.

"Aww Chris, thank you." You kiss him on the cheek. "I love it."

You thank a few more people with Chris at your side before he walks with you back to your office.

"See now that the concert is over you can enjoy your weekend."

"Yes, I'm excited."

"There's a carnival in town this weekend, would you like to be my date, (y/n)?"

"Ooo, yummy fair food and rides? Yes, count me in."

Chris laughs and gives you a hug. "Can I walk you back to your car?"

"Yeah, I'd like that. Let me grab my stuff and we can go." You grab your bag and some papers from your desk before locking the door. Chris sees you struggling with the door.

"Let me carry your bag."

You hand it to Chris, "Thank you."

You lock the door and make your way to the parking lot. While walking to the parking lot Chris has his arm around your waist and you smell the rose that he gave you. He sees a smile appear on your face. When you get to your truck you unlock it, but Chris grabs the door handle and opens it for you to hop in. Before getting in you turn to him and plant a light kiss on his cheek. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Good night, (y/n)."

"Good night."

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Chris picks you up in his camaro and you head to the carnival. On the drive there you guys are holding hands and his thumb is rubbing the back of your hand.

You guys arrive at the carnival and as soon as Chris opens the door for you you can smell all of the food and hear people screaming from the rides.

"Shall we?" Chris holds out his hand for you to take.

"Yes!"

You head to the ticket booth to pay. Chris gets a whole roll of tickets. "Okay, so what first?"

"Food! I'm starving."

Chris laughs, "Okay, okay let's go." Chris takes your hand and guides you through the crowd to the food vendors. "What do you feel like eating, (y/n)?"

You look around, "Cotton candy!"

Chris gives you a confused look, "what?! Cotton candy? You said you were hungry."

You give Chris a pouty face, "I'll share with you."

He shakes his head and smiles as he takes you to wait in line at the cotton candy cart. "Okay, but seriously, what FOOD do you wanna eat? because I'm hungry too" as he rubs his stomach.

You look around and spot a BBQ stand. "How about some barbeque?" you raise an eyebrow.

"Mmm, sounds good." Chris pays for the cotton candy and you quickly grab it from him.

"Thank you."

"Hey, you said you'd share."

"I am." You break a piece off and feed it to him. He closes his eyes and enjoys the piece of cotton candy.

"Mmm."

You laugh, "so cotton candy was a good choice right?"

"Definitely." You guys walk to the BBQ booth and order your food and find a picnic table that's empty where you both enjoy your food. While eating your food Chris notices you have some bbq sauce on your face. "Here, let me get that." He grabs a napkin and wipes your face.

You turn red, "Sorry, I should know my table manners and eat cleaner."

"No, I like you the way you are."

You smile and continue eating. After you're both done eating you decide to play some games to let the food settle before going on rides. The first game you guys try is darts. Chris has no luck at winning a prize. You're up next and you have no luck either. The next game you guys spot is the ring bottles. Where you have to land a plastic ring around the neck of a glass bottle. Chris gets a basket of rings and you guys take turns tossing them.

"Oh come on, that should have counted!" Chris shouts as the ring bounces off of the bottle.

You laugh, "Finesse." as you successfully ring one. You raise your arms. He gives you a playful glare. The carnival host gives you a small stuffed animal. You show Chris how to throw them and he finally gets one.

"Oh my God, finally!" Chris cheers. He also receives a small stuffed animal. "Hm, should we try to get a bigger one?" he raises an eyebrow at you.

"Sure!"

Chris gets two buckets of rings for each of you. You both throw the rings and have no luck at successfully landing any of them. Chris has a sad look on his face. You nudge him on his elbow, "hey let's go play something else."

You take him by the hand and lead him to the next game which is where you need to shoot water at a target for a balloon to pop. You take a seat and Chris takes the one next to you. You give the host your tickets and wait for more people to join. "The more people that join the bigger the prize gets," the host shouts as people walk by. A few more people take a seat before the game starts. You look at Chris and he as a determined expression, you can't help but bust out laughing. Which happens to be a disadvantage on your part because you miss the target as soon as the host rings the bell. You regain focus as you hear the host yells who's in the lead. The bell rings and the game is over. You look up to see who's number is lit up and you notice it's Chris'. You applaud as he picks his prize.

"Any prize from the top row, sir." Chris scans the top row of prizes and points to the giant teddy bear.

"That one!"

The host hands Chris the bear, "Here you go, sir."

"Thank you." You and Chris get up from your seats when he hands you the bear. "Here, (y/n)."

"What? But you won it."

"Yeah I know, I won it for you."

"Aww Chris, thank you." You hug the bear and then Chris. He takes your hand, but this time laces his fingers with yours. He gives you a kiss on your forehead as you walk to the next game.

After playing a few more games you guys start getting on rides. You're both screaming and laughing on the rides, having the time of your lives. You and Chris take a break from the rides and games to find something to eat for dinner. You decided on a taco truck. You guys finish dinner and the sun is about to set. All of the lights on the rides start turning on.

Chris takes your hand and leads you to the Ferris wheel that's in the middle of the carnival. You scoot over on the seat and Chris sits next to you as the host closes and locks the lap bar before the ride starts. Chris puts his arm around you and you lean closer to him. You guys are enjoying the scenery with the beautiful sunset and the carnival lights below you. You open the bag of the leftover cotton candy and enjoy a few pieces. The ride stops on the top for more people to get on. You feel Chris staring at you. You turn to look at him.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Just thinking."

"About?"

"How bad I want to kiss you."

You smile and lean closer to him. When your lips touch it's the softest thing you've ever felt. You feel his left arm rubbing your shoulder as his right hand cups your face for a deeper kiss. You feel him smiling and he pulls away and you lock eyes.

You wonder why he's laughing, "What?"

"You taste like cotton candy."

You look down and giggle. You try to give Chris a piece of the cotton candy, but he refuses. "No thanks, I'd rather kiss you again." You both lean in for another kiss. This kiss lasts a lot longer than the first one. Your hand comes up to Chris' face and you caress his cheek as his right hand slides down your side and wraps around your waist to pull you closer. Your heart is racing and then you suddenly feel the ride start moving again. You pull away from him because of the motion of the ride and Chris lets out a light laugh and kisses your forehead. As the ride makes a few more rotations you and Chris exchange more kisses. Once the ride stops at the bottom you get off and lead Chris to the souvenir vendors.

You wander off from Chris to look at key chains as Chris looks at something else. You spot a cute frog key chain and purchase it for Chris. You hide it in your hand as you walk back to Chris who's holding a bracelet.

"Hi."

"What do you have hiding in your hand, (y/n)?"

"A gift for you." You present the key chain to Chris.

"Aww how cute. It's missing an eye", he giggles.

"What? Really? Let's go exchange it." "No, I like this one. Thank you, (y/n)." He gives you a kiss. "I have a gift for you too. Hold out your wrist please." You extend your right arm and Chris ties the bracelet around your wrist. It's a maroon, blue, and black threaded bracelet.

"I love it. Thanks, Chris."

"You're welcome. Your arm is cold, are you cold?" As he takes off his jacket to put it around you he hugs you and rubs your back.

"Yeah, a little bit. Hugging this teddy bear for warmth only does so much."

"You know hugging me for warm is a lot better", he looks down at you and smiles.

You shake your head and laugh before kissing him. His hold on you gets tighter.

"Thank you, Chris."

You guys stroll around the carnival just enjoying the nighttime atmosphere before Chris notices a live band playing. He places your giant teddy bear on the picnic table near the band and pulls you towards the dance floor. He spins you and pulls in close as you put your arms around his neck as he wraps his hands around your waist. You both sway to the music. Chris locks eyes with you and gives you a passionate kiss. You rest your head on his chest as you continue dancing.

You and Chris walk back to his car and you take off his jacket and give it back to him.

"Thanks for letting me borrow it."

"You're welcome", he puts it back on and opens the passenger door for you as you hopped in.

On the way home whenever Chris caught a red light he would lean over and steal a kiss from you. Sometimes linger a bit longer that the car behind you guys would honk. He would groan because he had to pull away from you. You found it cute and couldn't help but laugh. His hand was holding yours while it rested on your thigh. You could feel he couldn't hold back much longer and neither could you. As soon as he pulled up to your apartment and turned the car off you unbuckled your seat belt and leaned over towards him and pulled him in for a kiss. His hand started sliding down your side and rested on your hip as his other hand cupped your face.

You quickly pulled back at the discomfort from the center console between your seats that bumped your hip. "Ow."

Chris looks down still holding you, "What's wrong?"

"No room."

"Hang on" Chris unbuckles his seat belt and slides his seat back. He pulls you on top of him so you can straddle him. He pulls you in for a kiss. "Is this better?"

You give him a smirk,"Much better." You continue kissing him, but then he slightly pushes you away. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, it's just starting to get hot and I need to take off my jacket." He gives you a quick kiss before taking off his jacket. You help in the process. "Impatient?" as he raises an eyebrow at you.

"Maybe?" As you push him back on his seat you kiss him as his hands start wandering down your back and stop on your ass. He gives it a gentle squeeze, as you moan. You slowly run your fingers through his hair as he starts kissing you neck. You both moan in pleasure. His hands slide under your shirt and rubs your back. You gasp at the warm from his hands.

"Is this okay?"

"Mhm." As you both lock lips, you slowly start moving your hips against him and he starts moaning. He sits up and guides your hands to help him take off his shirt. Once you get his shirt off and toss it to the passenger seat you lean back and enjoy the view as you bite your lip and touch his chest. Chris smiles and runs his hands up your arms and cups your face as he pulls you back down. He plants kisses on your neck as he reaches between you and tugs at your shirt. You take his cue and lean back again and pull your shirt above your head as he rests his hands on your hips. You're wearing a black lace bra. When you look down his eyes are dark and he licks his lip.

As Chris' hands run up your sides he whispers, "You look so beautiful" and pulls you back and kisses you passionately. The new feeling of having his warm skin touch you drives you crazy. You moan as he slowly starts kissing down your neck and shoulders. You run your hands through his hair as he pulls you in tighter. You feel his hands glide down to your ass and squeezes it again. You smile against his lips.

He pulls away. "You okay?"

"Yes."

"Okay, just let me know if anything makes you uncomfortable I don't wanna rush you into anything you don't wanna do."

You can't help but smile down at him, "Thank you, just this is enough for now." You lean down and kiss him.

He moans again your lips. He slightly pulls away, "That's fine. I think kissing you is my new favorite thing to do with you." He pulls you close and continues planting kisses down your neck.

Your passionate make out session in Chris' car last for an hour 'til you're just resting your head on his chest listening to his heart beat as he runs his hand through your hair. You almost fall asleep when Chris breaks the silence.

"You okay?" as he squeezes your arm.

"Yeah, just really sleepy now."

"Hope I didn't tire you out" He rubs your back.

"Kinda, not really." You give him a quick kiss as you sit up and slide off of Chris' lap and climb back to the passenger seat as you both put your shirts back on.

Chris walks you to your door. He pulls you in for another kiss. His hands caress your face as your arms wrap around his waist.

"Thanks for tonight, Chris. I had a lot of fun."

"Me too." He kisses you again. "I'm gonna leave now because if I don't I'm just gonna keep kissing you."

You shake your head and laugh, "One more." You kiss him back. He moans as you run your fingers on the back of his neck. "Good night, Chris."

"Good night, (y/n)."

When you walk inside and close the door behind you, you lean against the door and hug the teddy bear that Chris won for you. You notice that it smells like his cologne. When you went to bed you fell asleep holding the bear thinking about Chris.

[casuallyimagining]

You and Me

Min Yoongi x Reader

Summary: Yoongi has something he needs to ask you before the Grammys. Genre: slight angst, kind of fluffy at the end? Word Count: 1,865 Rating: T (there’s some swearing) Notes: Part of the Long Term Couples series. Read more here.

As he was leaving to go out to lunch with Namjoon and Jin, Yoongi told you that he had news he wanted to tell you when he got home. Which, of course, is possibly the worst thing to leave a person with.

What could he want to talk to you about?

You had a feeling you knew. Physical therapy had been progressing well for Yoongi, and while he still had a lot of healing to do, he was to the point where he could do almost all normal, daily tasks without help. He still had to wear his sling when he went out, and he was still in quite a bit of pain, but it was to the point where he would probably start back to work soon. And, of course, he would probably be moving back to the dorms again, and you would return to your lives pre-November.

Which meant you would go from seeing him literally all the time to only seeing him a few times a week--a return to taking him meals in your spare time, to sitting in the studio watching him work, to short dates to go grab coffee or a milkshake on his rare breaks. Thankfully, you had written the code for the Genius Lab down in your notes app, because after almost two and a half months of not using it, you weren’t confident that you remembered it.

Honestly, you weren’t sure if you could go back to sustaining yourself on text messages, and video calls, and brief, 15-minute meetings. Adjusting to him being there constantly--underfoot when you least expected him to be, but always there to lend an ear or a hand or just generally be there for you--had taken some time. Your routines had melded together so quickly, that having him wandering around your apartment at two in the afternoon was no more uncommon than you not being able to find a series to watch on Netflix. You knew it was coming eventually, but you weren’t sure you could stand the separation.

You would, though, for his sake. You would walk through fire for him.

And it would only be for a short time, right? He had promised you on Christmas. As soon as he was able, he was going to start moving out of the dorms and into his own apartment. He wanted you to join him, wanted you to move in with him. But you weren’t sure when that would be. He had never given you a timetable for when he expected to start moving. Which was fine, you supposed. He could take his time.

But the whole thing made you anxious, even though you knew it shouldn’t. What if he got too busy once he got back to normal life and forgot? What if he decided he wanted to stay at the dorms indefinitely? Worse, what if he changed his mind and he decided he did want to move, just not with you?

Your mind raced as you sat in your office at your piano, trying to lose yourself in the music. You wanted to believe that you had nothing to worry about, that even though things would change, you would continue to be a priority in Yoongi’s life, that you wouldn’t be taking a huge step backwards in your relationship. Somehow, you managed to distract yourself enough that you barely noticed you were playing “Spring Day” until you were almost done with the song.

You continued to play through some of the other songs you had memorized. Most of them, you noticed, were BTS--a strange side-effect of who you spent your time with and your students, the most prominent of which was, of course, Jimin.

As you played the final chord of “Black Swan,” the sound of gentle clapping made you jump, causing you to hit your knee on the bottom of your piano.

“Fuck,” you hissed, rubbing where the corner of the wood caught your leg. Now that you weren’t so surprised, you could see Yoongi standing in the doorway of your shared office, a look of concern barely masking his earlier amusement.

“I didn’t mean to scare you. I thought you heard me come in,” he said softly. “I put some leftovers in the fridge, and Namjoon made us stop for hotteok on the way back, so that’s in there, too. Are you okay?” He crouched down beside you, his hand falling to your knee.

“Unsurprisingly, that is not the first time I’ve done that,” you said with a laugh. “I’m honestly kind of shocked there’s not some sort of dent in the wood.”

Yoongi offered you an amused smile. “Well I’m glad there’s no damage. To you or the piano.” He leaned in to kiss you as he stood, the action quick and easy--like he had done it a thousand times before--but contained no less love. “You’ve been holding out on me.” You could hear the mirth in his voice as he moved one of his paintings to pull the office chair closer to the piano.

You waved off his comment, shutting the lid on the keys of the piano. “I don’t take credit for the things Park Jimin forces me to memorize.”

“Maybe you should start.” He shrugged, and the two of you fell silent. After a moment, he wiped his hands on his thighs and looked at you, though dropped his gaze to his lap the second you made eye contact. “So, I was talking with Si-Hyuk-hyung, and he had some… news he wanted me to pass on.” You raised an eyebrow in curiosity. Was this what he was talking about before he left?

“News?” you question, trying to play it off like you hadn’t spent the past few hours in a downward spiral of anxiety. “About…?”

“He and I were talking about us.” Yoongi gestured to himself and then to you. “He asked me if we wanted to go public any time soon.”

Your eyes went wide. “I… what? Why?”

“He apparently talked to Jin, Namjoon, and Jungkook about it, too.” He shrugged. “Si-Hyuk-hyung didn’t say why, but we think it’s because of the Grammys.” When you continued to look confused, he elaborated. “I mean, that’s kind of the thing, right? If you win an award, you turn and hug the person you love and then you go to receive it?”

“Oh, so you’re expecting to win?” you teased, trying to pretend like your cheeks weren’t a little flushed.

“Well, I think…” he stammered. “I think we should be prepared. Just in case.”

“So what did you tell PD-nim?”

“I told him I would talk to you about it.” You hummed. “He said he’d leave it up to us, but he’d like at least three days’ notice so they can prepare a statement.”

You stayed silent, unsure of what to say. Of course you had thought about it, about what going public would do to your relationship. You had considered the potential hate from the fans you would receive, and the fact that your private life, no matter how hard you tried, would never be fully private after. You knew about the strain it could put on your relationship with Yoongi, about how the saesangs and the paparazzi drove a wedge between many idols--particularly male idols--and their significant others.

But at the same time, you wanted to be able to go out with Yoongi without having to constantly look over your shoulder, without having to worry about someone from Dispatch seeing, or a well-meaning fan posting on social media. You wanted to be able to go with Yoongi to events, to publicly support him at concerts.

You sighed and reached for his hand. “What do you think?”

“It’s what you want, jagi. My life won’t really change much,” he said, squeezing your hand.

“Yoongi, please.” You didn’t like how exasperated your voice sounded, but you could feel your anxiety starting to spike again. “I need to know what you’re thinking.”

“Honestly?” You nodded. “I don’t know. It actually kind of terrifies me.” He laughed, but there was no humor in it. “I’ve seen idols’ careers die when dating scandals come out. But at the same time, I want us to have a normal life.” You snorted. “You know what I mean.”

“It’s very sudden,” you said softly, gripping his hand with both of yours. “The Grammys are in a few weeks. We’d have to do something in the next few days.”

“I’ll tell him we’d like to wait, then.”

You hummed, tracing his hand with your index finger. “We’d be able to do it how we want?”

“That’s what Si-Hyuk-hyung said. I imagine there’s a limit, but I don’t think he’d lie about that.”

“How much of an advanced warning did he say he wanted?”

“Three days.”

Would it really be that bad? You weren’t a stranger to hate comments and wildly unfounded criticism, although not quite to the scale it might get to. Yoongi rarely looked at social media, unless he was posting a selca to Twitter. And what? You might have to private your Instagram? Delete your Twitter? Honestly, it might do you some good to get away from social media. You trusted Yoongi to not drop you the second things got tough, and there were six other members of BTS there to help lessen any damage his career might take. As long as the two of you could weather it together, you were confident that you could come out on the other side relatively unscathed.

“Fuck it.”

“What?” Yoongi’s eyes were wide.

“Fuck it. Let’s do it.” You squeezed his hand, a small smile starting to form.

Yoongi’s eyes locked on yours. He was smiling, but you could see him hesitate. “Are you sure?”

You nodded. “Ask PD-nim if we can do something right before they send out their release. I think it’ll go over better coming from you.”

“You’re already planning this?” It wasn’t a question. He laughed, a sweet, gummy smile spreading across his face. “Okay. Yeah. Let’s do this. I’ll text Si-Hyuk-hyung and let him know.”

You watched him slide his phone out of his pocket and unlock it. “Hey Yoon?” He hummed, continuing to type for a moment before looking up at you. “We’re gonna be okay no matter what, right? Still us?”

Yoongi pulled you to him as he stood up, his arms immediately wrapping around your back to hold you close. “Don’t be silly. Of course we will be.” You felt him sigh as he tucked his chin onto your shoulder. “I can’t promise that things won’t change, but we’ll be okay.”

You hugged him, your arms around his shoulders, careful not to press too tightly on his bad one. This certainly hadn’t been where you were expecting the conversation to go when he walked out the door that morning, but you hoped he was right. Telling the fans was an important step to take--and an inevitable one, if you wanted your relationship to last. “You and me?” You pulled away slightly to look him in the eyes.

He smiled and pressed a soft kiss to your lips before resting his forehead against yours. “‘Till the end.”

Read more of the series here

[artificialqueens]

Galactica, Chapter 46 (Group Fic) - TheDane/Veronica

A/N: Click here if you’re looking for previous chapters (or here if you’d rather read on AO3). 💫

Last Chapter: Pearl invited Adore to a party

This Chapter: Adore has a very bad week, the design team gets more cronuts, and Raven has a lunch date with her bestie.

***

“I don’t understand…”

It had been a great night. Pearl had picked her up, both of them dressed to kill, Adore’s hair freshly dyed an icy turquoise. They’d had dinner, laughing their asses off while they swapped stories about concert debauchery and their favorite bands, and then went onto the party. It was just hours of dancing and flashing lights and pounding bass, their bodies pressed together, chemistry electric like it’d been when they first got together.

Things were so heated at one point that Pearl dragged Adore off to fuck her against a brick wall, making her shiver and moan, fingers gripping the lapels of Pearl’s motorcycle jacket.

After the party, they’d gone to an all-night diner in DUMBO for pancakes, sharing sticky kisses, leaving most of the food untouched as they giggled happily, party drugs slowly leaving their systems.

And then lastly, they’d wandered over to the bridge, the best spot in the whole city to watch the sunrise.

It was then, snuggled in Pearl’s arms as they watched the sky slowly begin to brighten, the first faint rays of light turning a few clouds pink, when Adore carefully brought up the idea of being monogamous. If not now, she figured, clinging together under a cotton-candy sky, then when.

“This open thing, I just...I feel like it’s making me paranoid, you know?”

What she wasn’t expecting, not after a night like that, was that Pearl would immediately let go of her, shaking her head, saying, “I’m just not ready for that.”

Which brought them to the present moment.

“I don’t understand…” Adore began, eyes welling up with tears. “Didn’t you have fun tonight?”

“Yeah, of course. I always have fun with you,” Pearl said.

“So then why-” Adore gulped as a single tear spilled down her cheek. “Why am I not enough for you?”

“It’s not that! You’re great. You are. There are just things I miss when we’re together. And I don’t want to make you a promise that I can’t keep.”

“Like what? What do you miss?”

“Like…” Pearl faltered. “Like, little lacy panties and kissing with lipgloss. Having a manicured hand in my hair while I eat a girl out. Watching an ass in high heels and smelling floral perfumes. Carrying her tiny purse-”

“So...I’m not femme enough?” Adore asked, head still shaking in confusion.

“You’re the one who asked.” Pearl sighed, pushing away from the bridge. “I like you, and it makes me sound like a douche, but, I dunno Adore. I’m a lesbian. I like girls. Sometimes-” Pearl looked over at her. “Sometimes you seem more like a boy.”

Adore swore she could feel her heart shatter, a wrecked sob leaving her. Growing up, one of her biggest sources of shame was not being enough of a “girl.” She never liked frilly things, she never liked the things her older sisters did, like ballet classes and fashion and shopping. She remembered being a kid, bored silly with the endless conversations about nail polish and push-up bras that she was subjected to.

When she came out, one of the best things was that a lot of those expectations were suddenly removed, lifted from her shoulders. She could make her own rules, and so she did. But sometimes, secretly, she still worried. She still glanced at her reflection when in a group of other girls, still wondered sometimes how she measured up.

Most of the time, she got plenty of validation--her friends praising her constantly, and even her sister’s lighthearted shade was affectionate, never failing to slip in a compliment. So she was able to curb her inner demons, really believe that she was beautiful and cute and lovable, even if she wasn’t the most feminine.

But today, hearing Pearl’s honest opinion...it was like someone confirming her worst fear. Like a boy. As she continued crying, her chest aching, she felt like even more of a monster than she ever had.

“C’mon, don’t cry.” Pearl didn’t touch her, and Adore was so thankful for that, as it would have made everything worse. “You’re a really cool boy, and it’s fun to spend time with you.”

“Just stop talking.”

“Let’s get a cab and head back-”

“You think I wanna ride in a cab with you right now?!” Adore asked angrily, swiping at her eyes, surely smearing her makeup even more. “Fuck you!”

“Adore-”

“Just go!” she exclaimed hoarsely, glaring right into Pearl’s tired eyes, daring her.

After a resigned sigh, Pearl muttered, “Whatever you say,” and turned, walking back towards Brooklyn.

***

Courtney had almost finished getting ready for work, putting the last touches on her makeup and looking for a pair of earrings both plain enough to be acceptable, but that she was certain she hadn’t worn in the last two weeks. She’d just pulled out a pair of small, inoffensive black hoops when her phone started buzzing, sending a wave of fear and nausea through her all at once.

It was barely 6:30, and getting a phone call at this time could only mean that there was some pending disaster for her at work--or worse, something she’d already screwed up. She reached for the phone with her heart in throat, stomach churning, only to see to her surprise that it wasn’t her work phone ringing. Brow furrowed, she picked up her old personal iPhone, wondering what could be wrong.

“Adore? Are you okay?”

“Pearl and I broke up,” came Adore’s shaky voice, hitching on the last word.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry!”

“We had the best night, I thought things were turning around, and then she-”

What came next was almost totally incomprehensible as Adore tried to speak through her sobs.

“Where are you, honey? Do you need me to come and-”

“I’m on the Brooklyn Bridge.”

“You’re what!?” Courtney’s heart nearly stopped, panic rushing through her like a bolt of lightning.

“No, I’m…It’s just cause we were at a party here. Don’t-” Adore managed to chuckle drily through her tears. “Don’t worry.”

“Oh. Okay. Good.”

“I’m just gonna walk across and then like...I dunno. Probably go home and sleep all day. But I thought...maybe we could hang out this week?”

“Of course! Whenever you want, just say the word. Okay?”

“Okay. Thanks. I’m sorry to...I know you’re probably heading to work, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. You know you can call me anytime. And Dore?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

***

Pearl was leaning back in her chair, her eyes closed, a constant throb behind her right eye.

Normally, she had nothing against the big glass doors and windows that let her entire team see her at all times, the installment of them her own choice, but right now, Pearl desperately wished she had a private office.

She was feeling absolutely wretched from last night, and if she was being honest, it wasn’t just leftover alcohol and party drugs that had her feeling like shit.

Adore had completely misunderstood, had refused to listen to her when she explained herself, the whole thing a terrible terrible mess.

It wasn’t Pearl’s fault that Adore had agreed to something she apparently wasn’t cool with, this whole situation only happening because Adore didn’t actually know herself.

Pearl crossed her arms, groaning, the lie comforting for a moment, but it was just that, a lie.

Adore had asked for honesty, but it seemed like Pearl had made a mistake indulging it. She didn’t know what to do, the guilty feeling new and unfamiliar.

“Pearl?” Pearl opened her eyes to see Laganja standing at her door, a curious expression on her face. “I need you to-”

“I don’t need to do shit until after you get me a coffee.”

“Okay boss?” Laganja raised an eyebrow. “Way to be a bitch.”

Laganja turned around and walked away, Pearl groaning as she slid even further down her chair, today going from bad to worse to terrible.

***

“Hello! Earth to Chachki.”

“Huh?” Violet looked up, Bob’s voice cutting through her thoughts. It was midmorning, Trixie coming into work with boxes of cronuts, a smile on his face as the designers had flocked around him.

Everyone had gathered at the couches, Violet’s stack of magazines she had already read in the corner, Maxwell asking if he could read them when she was done.

“Are you going to eat that?” Bob pointed at Violet’s plate.

“Oh.” Violet looked down, the pastry untouched. “Umh-” April had been kind enough to bring Violet a plate without being asked, her and Alexis sitting side by side. “What’s Trixie’s deal with these anyway?”

“With the cronuts?” Jovan looked over at her, Maxwell next to him.

“It means there’s a tough week ahead-” Maxwell waved his cronut around. “It’s kind of an apology in advance.”

“Ha,” Violet smiled, that statement so fitting with everything she knew of Trixie, the man downstairs in a meeting with Bendela.

“And the question still stands on whether or not you're eating that,” Bob nodded, his eyes still firmly on Violet’s cronut.

“Ah.” She hadn’t even tasted it, but Violet was not in the mood, Sutan’s question about Aspen still playing around in her head. “No.”

“Dibs then!” Blu grinned, reaching over the coffee table and snatching it from Violet’s plate.

“Hey!” Bob yelled, outrage on his face. “That was mine.”

“We can share it.” Blu smiled, breaking it in two.

“You guys,” Alexis rolled her eyes, taking a sip of her coffee as she flicked to the next page. “Awww, look!” Alexis lit up, turning the magazine around. “Remember when Lupita Nyong’o wore my dress to the Grammys?”

“Gimme!” Maxwell reached out, snatching it from Alexis' hand and Violet leaned over so she could see too, Jovan inches away from her.

Lupita looked stunning in her dark blue gown, the flowy skirt making her look like a goddess, Alexis’ signature draping all over it.

“She looks great,” Violet said, “You should be very proud.”

“Thanks, girl!”

Violet looked closer at the page, grimacing when she saw Katy Perry’s weirdly unflattering, asymmetrical suit.

“Katy Perry, though, what an absolute mess. It looks as if Maxwell and Jovan collabed while on acid.”

The second the words left her mouth, Violet regretted them.

This was the first time she had spoken her mind around her new coworkers, the first time she had let out her most sarcastic and dry thoughts, her heart speeding up.

Jovan and Maxwell looked at each other, and Violet tensed, prepared for the angry response she was sure would be coming. But instead of snapping at her or putting her in her place, both men burst out laughing, the rest of the group quickly joining in.

This was unlike anything Violet had ever experienced in school, her peers not laughing at her, but apparently with her instead, the feeling completely new. No one giving her death stares or looking at her like she was a stain on a carpet.

“Omigod, draaag them!” Bob exclaimed, wiping his eyes.

“I-” Violet didn’t know what to say. As a child, she had kept her mouth shut, never saying anything, even when it got her in trouble. It had gotten better at the academy, her body speaking for her, but her classmates and coworkers had taken her silence as a judgement, her corrections of their work like attacks instead of the advice she had meant it as.

In college, she had just stopped giving her opinion all together, another girl leaving a critique in tears when Violet had shared her honest thoughts.

“I didn’t mean-”

“Just to be clear,” Maxwell smiled, “I refuse to have this color story pinned on me.”

“Oh girl shut up,” Jovan grabbed the magazine. “It’s not the colors that makes this terrible, it’s the fucking cut. Are you blind?”

“Anything but the neckline is fine.”

“Okay, so you are blind?”

“I think all of it looks like shit too.”

“BLU!”

Violet smiled, watching her coworkers argue, for once, feeling like she completely and absolutely belonged with them.

***

Bianca stepped off the elevator into her foyer, nearly tripping over a pair of studded black combat boots telling her that she wasn’t coming home to her usual empty apartment.

“Adore? Hello? Where are you?”

Bianca walked through the living room and dining room to the kitchen, assuming that’s where she’d find her sister, but there was no Adore to be found.

“Adore!”

She started to get concerned when yipping from the dogs guided her into the den, where Adore was curled up on the giant L-shaped sofa, buried under 3 blankets, a half-empty bottle of Jack Daniels sitting on the coffee table.

“Hey.”

“Hi.” Adore looked up, blue eyes red and watery, lip quivering, and Bianca immediately softened at the sight.

“What’s wrong?” Bianca asked, although she had a pretty good idea already.

Adore rubbed her eyes and sniffled before saying, “Please just don’t say ‘I told you so,’ okay?”

“Aww, baby girl…” Bianca rushed to her side, wrapping her up into a hug and rocking her, rubbing her back, letting her cry it out. “I’m so sorry, pussycat.”

“I’m so stupid,” Adore cried into her neck, and Bianca shook her head vigorously.

“You’re not. Not at all. She’s the stupid one. Okay?” Bianca murmured against her temple.

“Do you have any ice cream?”

Bianca smiled slightly, brushing away a few of Adore’s tears with her thumbs. “I’ll have some delivered. Cookie dough or fudge brownie?”

“Both.”

“Coming right up.” Bianca pressed a kiss to Adore’s forehead and reached for her phone. The fact that things between Adore and Pearl had ended like this was no surprise, not to anyone with half a brain, but she still felt badly for her sister, would still do anything possible to help her feel better.

***

“Juju!” Raven stood up, smiling brightly as she watched her best friend make her way through the restaurant. “It’s so good to see you!” Raven pulled her in for a hug, breathing in the scent of the coconut oil Juju always used.

“Hi gorgeous!” Juju said, hugging her back, and Raven grinned, pulling back to take her in.

Juju looked amazing, her brown hair styled in her signature curls, her blouse of the day a satin lilac with a bow. And of course that bump, growing every day.

“Mama, how did you grow this much in two weeks?” Raven put a hand on Juju’s belly, a tight pencil skirt holding it in. She couldn’t feel the baby yet, but that didn’t matter.

“My best guess is curly fries.” Juju laughed. “I’ve been hitting up Arby’s on my way home from the salon every day, because I…” Juju framed her face with triumphant jazz hands, “am garbage!”

“That’s why we love you,” Raven giggled, pressing a kiss to her friend’s cheek before getting back into their seats.

Raven and Juju had been friends for years. Raven had liked Juju from the moment they met,  Sutan putting her in Juju’s salon chair the second he had signed her for Elite, but they hadn’t officially clicked until she had started dating Raja.

Raven had never really had a best friend growing up, and she was so happy that she had Juju, even though they didn’t see each other as much as they both wanted to. Raven often visited the Sanderson household, spending her evenings there sometimes when Raja worked late--but with the twins, Detox and Kelly around, they rarely had time just the two of them. So as soon as the waiter came by and took their orders, she got down to business.

“Tell me all about your trip!” Raven said. “How’s the new location doing?”

“Oh man. I mean it’s going well so far, but could I have chosen a worse time to open up a new salon? I’m so busy already, and now this new kid. I’m a little worried.”

Juju’s New York salon was such a success that over the years she’d opened up several more locations: Los Angeles, Miami, and Chicago. And now, her latest one in Atlanta, opened just a month before she’d found out that she was pregnant again.

“If anyone can do it, you can!” Raven told her with an encouraging squeeze, remembering how hectic things had been after the twins were born. “Look at it this way...at least it’s only one baby this time.”

“Ha! That’s true. Anyway, so far so good. Plus it’s around the corner from the best restaurant I have ever been, in my life”

“In Atlanta?” Raven asked, stirring her iced tea, one eyebrow raised.

“Yes, don’t be such a snob!” Juju laughed.

“Whatever you say,” Raven replied.

“Rave, seriously. I mean the food was good, but the desserts?”

Raven perked up, eyes getting bigger and bigger as Juju proceeded to describe a decadent chocolate mousse cheesecake and coconut bread pudding soufflé.

“Stop, omigod!” she finally interrupted, picking up her napkin to fan herself with it. “This is too public. It’s like watching porn on the subway.”

Jujubee laughed, clapping her hands. “Sounds fun! I’m gonna try that. Also...” Juju gestured to the dessert tray rolling by, piled high with confections.

“Ugh, I would push my grandmother in front of a bus for one of those!” Raven groaned, and Juju laughed again.

“So have one! You can’t still be on your runway diet, right?”

“No, I am. “ Raven sighed. “Galactica is doing that showroom thing for the holiday collection next week, and in December I have two swimwear shoots.”

Just thinking about it, Raven groaned. She was excited about the Galactica booking, showroom shows technically way below her level of modeling, but Raven took any excuse she could to work with Raja, spending time with her finacée more than enough reason to put up with the tedious task of playing mannequin for the day.

What was starting not to feel worth it, was the swimwear shoots.

Raven wanted the money, and she was happy she had work, but she couldn’t wait for Thanksgiving, Sutan giving her a mere 6 hours of carte blanche to eat whatever she wanted.

“I’ve been in the gym two hours every day, eating like, grass and leaves.”

Raja had been sweet about it, encouraging her and helping her, but her fiancée just didn’t understand, getting in shape and most importantly keeping the same shape never an issue for Raja, Raja’s measurements largely the same in her 40s as they had been in her 20s. Raven was just happy that Raja seemed to love her body no matter what, the grind of being perfect getting harder and harder every year.

“It’s been horrendous.”

“Aww, I’m sorry boo.” Juju reached over the table, squeezing Raven’s forearm. “If it helps, Kelly’s getting into cooking and yesterday she made us the most god-awful pancakes I’ve ever had. I didn’t want to discourage her so I had five.”

“How is you eating five pancakes supposed to make me feel better?!” Raven shrieked.

“They were terrible!”

“They were pancakes! Do you know how long it’s been since I had a pancake, you fuckin’ bitch?!”

Juju opened her mouth to reply, but instead, caught sight of the absolutely enraged expression on her friend’s face and burst out laughing. Soon both of them were laughing, clutching their sides, completely unconcerned with the number of Upper East Side ladies giving them the stink-eye.

***

COURTNEY: Hey honey, how’s it going?

ADORE: Well. Bianca is keeping the liquor cabinet well-stocked, so...counting my blessings.

COURTNEY: I really want to see you.

ADORE: Me too. Ditch work tomorrow and come hang out with me.

COURTNEY: Ha! I wish.

ADORE: Maybe Friday? Sleepover at my place?

COURTNEY: It’s a date. <3

***

“If you’d please direct your attention to the beading samples in front of you, I’ve made horizontal and vertical variations, the horizontal the pattern I’ve integrated on the bodice-”

As an assistant, Violet had been used to Fame’s steely blue eyes every single day, a squint, a lifted brow, the twist of a mouth more than enough to tell Violet everything she needed to know.

Now, it felt like Fame was a complete stranger, her boss sitting with Raja at her side, both of them completely impassive, Fame’s face not giving anything away.

“And it’s my clear conviction that that will be the best choice, the lines creating a more pleasant visual.”

Violet knew it wasn’t her outfit, her hair styled with a golden clip exactly like Fame liked it, her nails the almond shape and pale pink that was never a problem, her shoes the regulated height so Violet wouldn’t tower over Fame if they had to walk anywhere together.

“For the sleeves, I hope you’ll considered the flared options,” Violet twisted her mannequin, showing off the right sleeve that she had carefully attached with loose stitches to her dress, “But I’ve also done a more traditional slender-”

“Violet.”

Violet froze, looking over at Fame, her boss wearing a white sweater and white high waisted pants, the row of pearls on her Jimmy Choo’s matching her bracelet and earrings.

“That’s all.”

“Oh,” Violet felt her stomach clench, a flash of disappointment washing over her. “Yes Miss.”

Violet grabbed her mannequin, knowing defeat when it was staring her in the face. She had no idea what she had done wrong, Fame cutting her off mid sentence, all the other designers getting feedback or questions.

Violet watched as Alexis rolled up, the other woman instantly filling out the room with her personality, even making Raja laugh as she showed off the several garments she was working on.

Violet swallowed her disappointment, breathing through her nose as she left the meeting room, her nails digging into her palm.

Years of ballet had taught her that sometimes, even your best wasn’t enough, but without feedback, Violet had no idea what to change or how to fix the situation.

She sat at her desk, tailoring thankfully sending up a package with options for details on her prêt-à-porter so she could distract herself.

Violet was going over the button options for the clothes that would end up mass produced for the stores, when she felt Trixie’s hand on her shoulder.

“Good work today Violet.” Trixie smiled, sitting down on the edge of her desk. He was wearing a blue fuzzy sweater with a teddy bear on it, the creation so clearly made by Katya, a clipboard in his hand.

“Thanks.” Violet bit her cheek, doing her best not to let the disappointment show on her face.

“I know it’s tough right now, not knowing where you stand, but remember. You’re most likely already in the collection somewhere.” Trixie’s voice was soft, which actually only made Violet feel worse, his compassion not at all what she needed. “While we’re waiting for placements and final feedback, I need you to focus on Holiday.”

“Yes.” Violet nodded. She only had one piece in the holiday collection, but she still had to do her best.

“Everything is happening Monday, and I hope you’re ready for it. I expect you to be there bright and early, getting to know how these things work will be crucial for your further career here.”

“Yes sir-” Violet cut herself off, the sir feeling all wrong. “You got it coach.”

[shy-poet-marvel]

Mind and Heartache

Peter Parker X Male reader

Author’s Note : Hey guys, haven't post a story in a while so here you go. 

Summary : Someone attacked Peter. You, his boyfriend with telepathic/telekinetic powers must found out who

Warning : Male!reader, angst, reader focused, mention of blood and some broken bone

Word Count : 2887

Inspired by @bigfan-fanfic​​

Gif by : @sincerelysaraahh​

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*Constructive criticism are welcome*

One of Peter’s hand is clutching the side of his stomach while the other one is prompted against a wall, both are covered in blood. ‘How many ribs did I break?’ Peter wondered, ‘three, four, or maybe even six?’, it feels all the same to him, his whole body hurt. He limped across the dark alleyway, ‘what matter is he already send his distress signal, they will come soon’, Peter’s thought was interrupted by that cold and ruthless sound. “Itsy bitsy spider climbed up the water spout, down came the rain and washed the spider out”

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(Y/N)’s body was backed up against the wall in front of the bed, which Peter’s body lies lifeless in. Machinery surrounds him and tubes are coming out of his mouth, the morning sun still makes him look ethereal, but now is not the kind that you admire. His brain activity was low, too low. Wanda managed to intervene and stabilize his mind, but it almost like he’s gone, like a faint whisper just out of your earshot while loud noises enveloped his soft cries.

“He got jumped on by someone, someones, the crime scene was very contaminated by other variables that aren’t important, so combing through it will take a long time. Unfortunately, all of the Avengers were on a mission, so the ones that were able to respond were standard S.H.I.E.L.D agents”, normally when Tony Stark is addressing you, you should pay close attention, but now, all you cared about is who did this to your Peter.

“No use, it’s all blurry and disoriented, I’m guessing he had a lot to process when it happened. Trust me (Y/N), I’ve tried”, Wanda said out loud before you even try reading through his mind and the thought of Wanda poking through Peter’s mind makes you sick to your stomach, but if she can’t do it, in your condition right now, you cant do it too. “We’re doing our best to keep him alive, we’ll keep you updated, now go home (Y/N). You need to rest”

“All right”, you said reluctantly. The door to Peter’s room, your mind is made up.

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“Can I have latte and that chocolate brownies?”

“Do you want to have the brownies re-heated?”

“Yes, please”, you then gave your card to pay for your order.

You sat across the window, looking at the stream of human going about their day. One are excited for their first date, while another are scared because they broke their new phone. Still not the one you’re looking for.

“Here’s your order”, the waitress sat down a vanilla latte with a love drawn on it and a warm chocolate brownies.

“Thank you”, you smiled at her and then continue searching.

This is another café you have visited in the last couple of hours. You aren't used to this amount of caffeine even though you usually like coffee. Another latte you order to drink on the go. It was a nice day out actually. The setting sun lay a golden hue to the city as you walked along its block, sipping on your coffee occasionally while walking back to Peter’s apartment. Aunt May was kind enough to let you stay at Peter’s room when he’s still in the hospital and unable to be visited. To show your gratitude for her you are the one who did all the cleaning and the chores.

After arriving at the apartment you started doing the laundry, with May’s shift and Peter at the ward no one is there to do it. While waiting for the laundry you decided to cook something, with the groceries you bought at a nearby deli. You prepped all the ingredients that you need, thinking about what you should make and decided on meatballs, macaroni, and cheese with cuts of smoked beef, a soup, and some fried rice. When all is done you eat the leftover pizza that’s on the fridge accompanied by some of the meatballs you cooked. You put all that’s left in containers and put a note on the table that states May’s dinner, breakfast, and lunch are all in the fridge and only needed to be re-heated. You spent sometime after dinner ironing and folding the clothes that are out of the dryer before you went to bed, with your nose buried in his sweater.

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"I need to tell the Avenger about this", Peter muttered under his breath while climbing down the side of the building he is on. He only managed a few feet of swinging before he fell. He was shot at the right side of his abdomen. His back slam against the concert of the silent part of town.

 One of Peter’s hand is clutching the side of his stomach while the other one is prompted against a wall, both are covered in blood. ‘How many ribs did I break?’ Peter wondered, ‘three, four, or maybe even six?’, it feels all the same to him, his whole body hurt. He limped across the dark alleyway, ‘what matter is he already send his distress signal, they will come soon’, Peter’s thought was interrupted by that cold and ruthless sound. “Itsy bitsy spider climbed up the water spout, down came the rain and washed the spider out”

"You can break my bone, hurt me, beat me up, even kill me, but for the love of God and all things good, do not hurt him", Peter said as intimidating as he could.

The man stood in silence before continuing the rhyme, "out came the sun, and dried up all the rain, and the itsy-bitsy spider founded dead. The end"

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The next morning when you woke up you have a massive headache, like every brain cell that you have is on fire and just ready to explode ‘maybe this is the side effect of over-exerting your power’, you thought, you never really use your power to this much capacity over the last few days. You barely get into the kitchen without falling, when you hear a knock on the door. Trying your best to read who it is, but failed, like someone is blocking you or because when you did it your whole body hurts. With the last bit of your power, you took one of the kitchen knives and dragged yourself to the door. Your vision was hazy so you didn’t know who it was through the peephole.

“Who is it?”, you mustered up every ounce of power that you had to sounded normal.

“It’s us”, you opened the door to Wanda and Natasha.

You let them in and you guys talked about Peter’s condition, he’s getting better, slowly but surely, his physical condition is getting stable by the day, but still can’t be visited. You sigh in relief, it was the best news you heard all week.

“You know that we are doing our best to investigate who did this to Peter”, Natasha spoked softly.

Shocked because you know that she sounded like she knew what you’ve been doing before you ready to blame Wanda on reading your mind Natasha spoked. “I was a spy for most of my life, it’s not hard to read what you’ve been doing with just a few glance”.

So you talked more about how the investigation has been going, you also told them what you already find. Before they leave Natasha spoke, “I’ve been there you know, wanting revenge, it was never the answer, never will. I’m not your mom, so I can't tell you what to do or not to do, what I can tell you is be careful and you're not in this alone”, she gave you a button and then leave.

Your grumbling stomach requests your attention before anything else, so you head to the kitchen once again. May left a thank you note on the fridge, opening it you see that May finished the soup, some of the fried rice, and brought the meatballs for her lunch. You eat what’s left of the fried rice in silence, wondering what to do. You decided on taking a shower before doing anything else. After getting out of the shower you went into Peter’s room to put on some clothes. With a black Nasa sweatshirt that you have and black sweatpants, you went out. The first couple of hours wasn’t productive because your powers were still acting up, your head still feels like it was going to explode, but not as bad as it was in the morning. Without you realized it was noon already. With some sandwiches and bottled water, you take your lunch in the near park bench. Eating alone again while watching people go about their day. After you threw away the trash in the garbage can nearby, you walked around the small park. Seeing a tree you decided to sit on it. Without realizing you drifted off.

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It was supposed to be just a normal patrol, maybe catch some muggers, web some burglars, and maybe, just maybe prevent a heist. But this, this is above his power, how much Peter doesn’t want it to be.

“The plans are going smoothly, I presumed”, a man in black tuxedo spoke.

“Yes, we’ve already found out his patterns, his associates, people that are close to him, and most importantly, his ties to our friendly, neighborhood spider”, a man in a hooded robe answer.

Peter was shocked, who could this group of people are. Targeting him, or the people around him. They noticed Peter was eavesdropping on the conversation.

“There he is our little spider, gracing us with his presence”, the man in the black tuxedo announced. Peter can feel guns pointing at him.

“If you do anything to me, the Avengers will know about it”, Peter shouted while pushing his distress signal.

“ The world doesn’t just revolve around you or your little Avenger friend”, the man in the black tuxedo smiled coldly.

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You got woken up by the rough wind. Unlike the other day, today seemed to be a gloomy one. The clouds are rolling in heavily, it’s going to rain, hard. You were only a couple of blocks away before it rained like cats and dogs. Entering Peter’s apartment, you were soaked to the bone. To your surprise, May was home, in the middle of the day.

“Oh my god (y/n) go dry up and change into some other clothes, I’ll make some tea”, she pushed you into Peter’s room. Wearing his sweater and some short, you put the wet clothes on the dryer before you sat down in the living room, next to May.

She offered you some hot tea to warm you up. “The hospitals let me leave early, Meg cover the rest of my shift for today, fortunately, I got home before it was raining”, she looked to you while you sipping on the comforting tea.

“Before I got home I visited Peter in the hospital, maybe you were there. I was planning on taking you to an ice cream shop or something, thanking you for doing so many chores for these past few days”, sadness sipped out of her every word.

“But when I arrived at Peter’s room I didn’t find you anywhere. He’s still can’t be visited but I was hoping you were waiting outside. I was ready on looking for you in the hospital. That’s when Natasha came to me and said that you never visited Peter since the day he was admitted”, she looked at you, stared at you with tears pooling in her eyes.

“What have you been doing these past few days (y/n)?”, May asked a question you don’t dare answer.

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You were ecstatic, you finally find a lead on who attacked Peter. You told Natasha and here you are on an impromptu Avengers meeting.

“I didn’t get much since it was outside of my range. All I got was the named Jack O’ Riley, something about Project Liberation, and the code name ‘Sound’, you spoke to the one present, which is Tony, Wanda, Natasha, Clint, and Bruce.

“Jack O’ Riley, somehow that named seemed familiar”, Bruce spoke.

“Because it is, he worked with HYDRA before, we come across his name couple of times, we didn’t what role he play, until now”, Natasha spoked.

“Where were you when you find this out (y/)?”, Tony asked.

“I was just on the outside of Queens, maybe they’re in Brooklyn?”, you answered.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y you know what to do, let’s get to work guys, double time”, announced Tony.

“We will find those who did this to him and we will bring them to justice”, Wanda reassured you.

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You sneak around the abandoned warehouse, using your power to hide your presence, but you still need to walk quietly. You stepped into the abandoned warehouse through the broken window on the top and slowly glide down to the behind a container.

You wanted to sneak around but someone announced your presence, “Finally, we’ve been waiting for you”.

Knowing your cover is blown you stopped hiding your presence and got out of the backside of the container, “you must be a telepath, being able to sense my presence like that, I know I should've concealed my presence more”.

You saw a man with a black tuxedo standing there, the darkness behind him. He stood with the support of a walking cane.

“Why did you target Spiderman?”, you shouted, knowing this man right here was the one that’s behind Peter’s attack.

“Peter was never our goal”, he smiled before snapping his fingers, and you were bombarded by a barrage of bullets from all sides.

You didn’t have time to wonder how you didn’t sense any man or machine inside the warehouse expect the one in front of you right now. You created a force field with your telekinetic powers. Minutes went by and they didn’t show any sign of stopping, you mustered up some power to produce a shock wave, stopping the rain of bullets.

“Marvelous, marvelous, you’re better than we expected”, the man in the black tuxedo clapped his hands.

You were astounded, with that blast he should've been sent flying, but he’s still standing with nothing on him. A hooded figure shows up next to him, but since when you should've felt them but you got nothing like it was dead.

“Where are my manners, my name is Jack O’ Riley and this is my sweet Nathan”, you were flown back to the stack of old crates as soon as he finished talking, thanks to your telekinesis you were able to soften the blow.

You saw him leaping to you, so you throw some of the broken crates to him before you doges his attack. You rested you back to a container before you can react he already got you pinned.

“You see, Nathan here is a telepath, but his power was weak. Until we figure out a way to take the telepathic and telekinetic ability of another just like him, the price is the person that we take their ability from died. Peter was a setup, we did want to kidnap him before that damned agents storm the place, but I guess by breaking a few of his bone did well enough to bring you here”, Jack said that as he walked to you.

“The sound of his bone when it cracked, the way he practically begged to spare you life, he was pathetic. You should've seen his face”, Nathan dumped images of Peter on the ground, the pain he felt, the fear that consumed him, the readiness to die to save you.

It makes you mad, enrage, furious. All of that anger you channeled into your power, it manifests by creating a big shock wave, big enough to destroy the warehouse. You can still see Nathan and Jack still breathing, badly wounded but still breathing, maybe Nathan tried to shield them both but it was only enough to let them on the brink of death. No matter what, more fun for you.

You lifted them up and then smashed them on the ground, “Did you feel that that’s what my Peter feel when you shot him down”.

You started to break their bones, “Do you like it when it’s you bones that are being broken?”, one by one, starting from their arms you break them.

“(Y/N)! Stop this! Please, I’m begging you”, you heard his voice. A voice soft as the sunrise but now is filled with pain and hurt. ‘Who dare hurt his Peter?’ you thought before you realize that most of the Avengers are around with Peter. You saw him there, standing, healthy, safe and sound, and afraid of you. You dropped down slowly, with two of you victims that are quickly being taken care of by the medic team.

You walked slowly to Peter, your Peter, that’s here, not in a hospital bed, with machinery around him. You only manage a few steps before falling, but not to the cold, hard, ground. The soft, warm, arms of your boyfriend are the one that breaks it.

“There, there, (y/n) everything is going to be all right, no need to cry”, Peter said to your eyes, whipping away the tears you didn’t know you have. He places a comforting kiss inside of his warm hug. You felt it was only you two in this world.

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survey by lasertine

10 How's

How did you get one of your scars? I keep recounting the story of my eyebrow scar, so I’ll share something else...I have several scars on both my knees since I was the neighborhood’s clumsiest kid and ALWAYS tripped/stumbled when I played outside. I used to be extremely insecure of my legs, but started to stop caring as I gradually noticed that no one really gives a shit about scars from childhood accidents.

How did you celebrate your last birthday? I went to work, being the workaholic I am. I only celebrated in the evening, when I bought a week’s worth of food for my family and I to feast on. I was honestly fine with it; it was exactly how I wanted my birthday to go as I’ve stopped wanting to make a big deal out of it haha.

How are you feeling at this moment? Weirdly relaxed for a Sunday. The gloomy and cozy weather is probably helping with that.

How did your night go last night? As a fangirl, good! Got lots of new content which is always fun. As a person (lol), it was just fine. I like being able to recharge on weekends and I can never really complain even if I don’t end up doing anything productive.

How did you do in high school? I was a bit all over the place. I exerted some level of effort in my favorite classes but didn’t really do the same for subjects I didn’t care for as much, like home ec, chemistry, math, etc; but on average I managed to get good grades all throughout. Overall, I kinda acknowledged very early on that high school grades weren’t going to matter in the real world so I didn’t make it a point to overexert myself and just focused on having fun and making fond memories in those teen years.

How did you get the shirt you're wearing? I got it from Artwork, a local brand that sells various apparel sporting designs produced by local artists. The branch I got it from has since shut down but I believe the brand is still alive and well.

How often do you see your best friend? I used to see Angela once in a blue moon mainly because our schedules always clashed back when we were still students, but ever since forming our little Army friend group with Reena I’ve been seeing her nearly every week.

How much money did you spend last month? LOL June was actually my worst and most shameful performance when it came to spending...let’s move on...

How old do you want to be when you get married? Kinda happen it would happen by the time I’m in between the ages of 28 and 30, kind of losing hope on it.

How old will you be at your next birthday? 24.

NINE What’s

What is the most important part of your life? I’ve said this several times but it’s really work. I’m aware of my weaknesses at my job and I want nothing more than to improve on those just because my perfectionist ass can’t bear being bad at something I’m supposed to be contributing to lol.

What did you do last weekend? Last Saturday I  watched BTS’ concert in Sao Paulo and had my first session at my Korean class. Last Sunday I mostly chilled at home but I also went to Starbucks to work for a bit but to also just relax before the week started.

What did you last cry over? Watching Angela and Reena’s graduation ceremony this afternoon. It’s hilarious because I didn’t even cry during and was mostly indifferent towards my own grad, but I surprised myself by breaking into tears while watching theirs. I’m guessing the emotions simply welled up from me being very grateful for our friendship, which formed when I needed it the most.

What are you worried about? I always get Monday anxiety on Sundays, so let’s go with that.

What is your mother’s name? Abby.

What always makes you feel better when you’re upset? BTS, for one.

What would you rather be doing? It’s not a matter of what I would rather be doing, but where I would rather be. And right now, I wish I was back on a Friday evening with the weekend just about to start.

What’s the most important thing you look for in a significant other? Patience.

What did you have for breakfast? My mom cooked up a feast for today’s breakfast for no reason - we had fried rice, tocino, I think bangus(?) and if not bangus then it was some other kind of fish, corned beef, cheese omelette, glazed ham, bacon strips, and the leftover chicken wings from last night’s dinner.

EIGHT Have You’s

Have you ever done something outrageously dumb? I probably do something of the sort at least once a day.

Have you ever had sex on the beach? No. I think I might feel uncomfortable doing so, even if you told me it would be a private beach lol. 

Have you ever been backstabbed by a friend? Yes.

Have you ever been out of the country? Yup, but it’s been a while. :( I haven’t traveled abroad since 2016.

Have you ever dated someone younger than you? It barely counts; she was only like a month and half younger.

Have you ever liked someone who already had somebody? That hasn’t happened.

Have you ever been brokenhearted? Of course.

Have you ever read an entire book in one day? Many times.

SEVEN Who’s:

Who is the last person you saw? My dad. He was watching the evening news in his room when I heard the report playing Permission to Dance so I rushed in there to see what the news was going to be about, hahahaha.

Who is the last person that you texted? ...also my dad. I was just asking him where he was since I had been craving chapaguri the other day and was gonna request if he can quickly pass by the Korean mart near our village. He never replied so I just cooked the instant noodles that we have at home, which in hindsight was I guess for the better because at least I got to save the money I would’ve paid him with.

Who called you last? The Lalamove driver I mentioned on the previous survey.

Who is the last person you hung out with? Angela, Reena, and Hans.

Who did you hug last? Angela, right before I left from her place last Tuesday.

Who is the last person that texted you? Not sure.

Who was the las person you said "I love you" to? Yumi, when I congratulated her on her graduation post.

SIX Where’s:

Where does your best friend live? The city next to mine.

Where is your favorite place to be? Either a coffee shop or our rooftop.

Where did you sleep last night? My bed.

Where did you last hang out? Mega with the three aforementioned friends.

Where do/did you go to school? UP.

Where did you last adventure to? ...Mega. So repetitive hahaha but I don’t really go out much these days for obvious reasons.

FIVE Do’s/Does:

Do you ever wish you were someone else? Not someone else in particular but I will sometimes daydream about having a different reality/situation, like being able to play an instrument or being more capable of affording more things.

Do you think anyone despises you? Possibly.

Do you like someone right now? Nopes.

Does the future scare you? It doesn’t scare me so much as it’s increasingly starting to make me feel lonelier whenever I start thinking about it.

Do you have any secret powers? Erm, no.

FOUR Why’s:

Why are you best friends with your best friend(s)? They’ve both been there through the thick and the thin and the ugly with me and have never once left my side.

Why did your parents give you the name you have? As for both my names, they just liked the sound of them.

Why did you get a myspace? Because I noticed it was popular and I wanted to see what the fuss was about.

Why are you doing this survey? Countdown surveys are always a fun format.

THREE If’s:

If you could have one super power what would it be? Time travel.

If you could go back in time and change one thing, would you? If it comes down to it, as irresistible as it seems, probably not.

If you could live anywhere, where would it be? Somewhere with winter/snow.

Two Would-you-ever’s:

Would you ever shave your head to save someone you love? I’m struggling to think how that can action save someone, but I guess if it ever does boil down to it then yeah, in a heartbeat. It grows back and if the situation was that drastic, hair would be the least of my concerns.

Would you ever get back together with any of your exes if they asked you? Depends.

Last one:

Are you happy with how your life has turned out? Very.

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Alcohol You Later

Pairing: Luke Hemmings x Reader

Word Count: 1,459

Summary: Things are weird before tour, but when he leaves, things get worse than they ever have been.

Warning(s): Alcohol addiction, reader being down on themselves.

A/N: I am in no way trying to romanticize alcoholism. This piece is roughly based on something that I experienced, except for I was Luke in the situation. And the conversation went just about how the one in this piece did, with a few slight differences. By having them stay together is not me saying that being an alcoholic is cute or attractive, I am trying to show that there is - hopefully - someone in everyone’s lives that can help them through something like this.

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He’s a rockstar. He works with his three best friends in the entire world to write songs, drop albums, and play shows all around the world. You’ve never seen anything slow him down. You’ve never seen anything make him take a second to breathe. Besides you.

And at first, you thought that was a good thing. You thought that him wanting to be home with you, laying on the couch while you play with his hair, rather than in the studio was great. Until it wasn’t.

The label was pushing for a new album, gave the boys a deadline and everything. Luke was stressed beyond belief. Every time he would come home, he’d want to shower and go to sleep, barely even allowing you to touch him. 

You had drifted, pushed away from him, thinking that you were the problem.

In hindsight, after you had the worst six months of your life, you realize that you weren’t in the wrong, and neither was he. Your brain just twisted it into that.

Looking back on it all, you realize that if he had really been that tired of you, when he had found out about your addiction, he would’ve just left. He wouldn’t have stuck around and helped you through it all.

*

He had left for tour and you didn’t know what to do with yourself. He hadn’t asked you to come with him this time, and you were too embarrassed to ask, not wanting to seem too clingy. You had felt as if you were bugging him with always wanting to touch him and maybe that’s why he didn’t want you there with him.

After almost a week of sleeping in an empty house, your friends invited you to go out to the local bar. You wanted to say no at first, not really feeling up to it, but then you realized that it would be better than staying at home with the silent echoing off the walls.

You barely remember that night. Everything got blurry after you asked for straight tequila. The bartender gave you a sympathetic look, which only made you down the glass faster and ask for a new one.

You stumbled out of bed the next morning with a killer hangover. But there was an upside to the whole thing. You hadn’t thought about him, about how he’d rather not be around you. You had felt blissfully at peace. Granted, you couldn’t remember what you thought of, but at least it was gone.

That night, you went back to the bar. You drank until you couldn’t think straight, and then called an uber home. 

You knew you were running, and you knew that doing so was dangerous. You knew that drinking was fine, but drinking to get away from something? That’s how addictions were made, you’re well aware of that. You’re also well aware of the fact that you’re taking a risk every single time you bring the glass to your lips. You could get hooked at any point.

But there's a part of you that doesn’t seem to care. And that’s the part of you that convinced you to find yourself at the bar every night, drinking until you couldn’t bring yourself to think about Luke. About all the things that you did to mess it all up.

There came a point in time when you had bottles scattered around the house. Some empty, some not. You could barely bring yourself to get out of bed. All you wanted to do was forget, so that’s what you did. You put the bottle to your mouth and drank until it stopped hurting.

You fell asleep soon after that point, woke up, and repeated the actions.

You had stopped hanging out with your friends, they didn’t seem to want anything to do with you. They had seen what had become of you. How you had changed. They told you they were going to tell Luke, but you just brushed it off, thinking that they were just bluffing. And even if they weren’t, he wouldn’t care anyway.

Oh, how wrong you were. 

He came home early, told his manager he was going to spend the week - that was supposed to be completely for relaxing on the tour bus or in the city of the next stop - with you.

He unlocked the door, twisting the knob to get inside. His eyes immediately begin to water when the door swings open. The stench of stale alcohol and week old bile burning his nostrils.  There were empty tequila bottles scattered throughout the living room. Making his way to the kitchen, he saw that the entire house was just as bad as the living room was.

His stomach lurched, not hesitating to blame himself. He had left you so suddenly, right after he had been so distant. He didn’t even invite you to come with him on tour. He should have known that something would happen. But this? You drinking to this extent? He had never in a million years thought that this could happen.

He makes his way back to the bedroom, being careful to step over the bottles, not wanting to bust one and scare you out of your mind. Once he gets to the door, he gently nudges it open with his foot. 

The sight that he’s presented with breaks his heart. You’re sitting against the headboard, head in your hands, bawling your eyes out. There are half full bottles and crumpled up tissues surrounding you.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He chooses to address why you’re crying first, before anything else.

“I’m- I’m so broken. I fucked everything up.” You hiccup. “I was supposed to be better by the time you got home. Was gonna- wasn’t gonna be hollow anymore.”

Your words just break his heart even more. “Why’re you hollow baby?”

“I dunno. Feel like you don’t want me anymore.” You sniffle, not looking him in the eyes. How could you do this to him? How could you let him find you like this.

“Of course I want you, why would you think that?” He fears he already knows the answer, and he can’t help but feel like all of this is his fault.

“Dunno. You just seemed like you didn’t want me around. We were distant, I thought you didn’t want me to be so clingy.” You’re slurring your words, some of the leftover alcohol from a few hours prior still running through your veins.

“Of course I want you around, and you’re not clingy. I want you all over me all the time. I was just stressed, I shouldn't have let that transfer to home life.” He reaches for your hand, but you pull back.

This wasn’t his fault.

“No, this isn’t on you, Luke. This is me, I messed up. I’m the one that’s too much. I didn’t take into consideration how your lifestyle, how your career was panning out. That’s on me. I shouldn’t have been this way. It’s happened before.” You sigh, letting more tears roll down your face. “This is the exact reason why everyone leaves.”

He can feel the tears well up in his own eyes. How could you, the love of his life, talk about yourself like this?

“Baby, what are you talking about? Just because you started drinking doesn’t mean that you did anything wrong. We can work through this together.” He assures, but you just shake your head.

“You can’t give up your career to help me get through this, I’ll be okay. It’s my mistake, I’ll fix it.” He grabs your hands, looking up at you and finally letting the tears slip down his cheeks.

“Even if it means giving up my life, everything I’ve done, I’ll do it for you.” He swears. “I’ll stay here and help you through this. We’ll get better together, okay?”

You want to argue, to say no, to refuse. But you can tell that there’s no need in arguing. You can tell that by morning, he’ll have already called the rest of the boys and told them what needed to happen.

By tomorrow morning, there’ll be a cover story in the news along with rescheduled concert dates.

And for as long as it takes, Luke will be right by your side, helping you through everything that was going to happen.

*

It wasn’t easy. It had been hell. Going through the withdrawals, feeling sick to your stomach constantly for what seemed to be forever. But, with Luke’s help, and reassurance that you could get through this, that everything would be fine, you eventually became completely sober, not even drinking on the nights out. You had learned what alcohol could do to someone, and you never wanted to get to that place again.

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The Dating Game | Chapter Four

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“So, what’s up with this chick you won’t shut up about? What’s her name?” 

Niall’s fingers stopped plucking at the strings of his guitar and he looked over at his best friend, and roommate, Chris, who was slumped back into their massive couch with a beer in his hand. They had known each other nearly their whole lives, Chris moving in with Niall after he had bought his house in LA to watch over the place when Niall had to travel with his career. Chris was hilarious and had a bit of a wild streak, sometimes coming on a little too strong, but underneath it all, he was a teddy bear and had always been a huge support system for Niall. 

“Joey.”

Chris nodded his head, titling the beer bottle that rested on his thigh towards Niall. “Yeah...Joey, what’s up with her? Are ya’ll, like, dating?”

Shifting his bottom on the piano bench just a bit, Niall momentarily flicked his blue eyes up to the soccer game that was playing on the TV. “Umm, no...I don’t think so?”

“You don’t know?”

Niall shrugged and slid his fingers across the fretboard. “I mean, we hang out and chat and stuff, she’s supposed to come over here Saturday night to hang out, watch a movie. Have dinner or whatever.” 

“So...you’re dating.”

“No, we’re friends,” Niall shot back, looking over at Chris.

“But you like her.”

Niall nodded, furrowing his brow slightly. “Yeah...yeah, I like her. I mean, we’re friends.” 

“Yes, but you wanna bone her.”

“Dude…”

“What?” Chris snorted, as if he was the one offended, and held out his hand towards Niall. “Look, man, you’re taking this bird out–‘hanging out’ with her–or whatever, you fuckin’ got her tickets to her favorite band and went to the concert with her...and have been talking to her non-stop since, yet...you’re gettin’ nothin’ out of it. That’s kinda fucked up.”

Niall dropped his hands from his guitar, his mouth falling to a part as he stared in disbelief at his best friend. “Are you...fuckin’ serious, mate?” Niall said, shaking his head slightly as he ran his fingers up through his hair, “I’m not hangin’ out with her just so I can fuck her. I actually, genuinely, like bein’ around her, she’s a cool fuckin’ person.”

Shaking his head, Niall moved his stare back down to the guitar in his lap. “Jesus Christ...”

Chris shrugged nonchalantly and tipped his head back as he took a swig of his beer. “I’m just keepin’ it real, man…”

“Well, you better keep that shit to yourself on Saturday when she comes over,” Niall warned, glancing back over at his friend, “I don’t want her gettin’ the wrong impression.” 

“What the fuck would that be?” Chris chuckled, “That you wanna fuck her?” 

With an exaggerated eye roll, Niall ignored Chris’s comment and went back to strumming a riff on his guitar. Chris let out a scoff. “I’ll behave, don’t worry,” he finished under his breath, his eyes settling back onto the TV screen. 

•

It had been a little over two weeks since the night of the concert. Niall kept his word and texted her the very next day, and nearly every day following. They’d sometimes text each other in the morning or chat while Joey sat in the teacher’s lounge eating her lunch, or while Niall was on his way into the studio. Sometimes they’d text in the evenings, while they were both in the kitchen simultaneously scrounging up some dinner or randomly while watching the same shows on Netflix, timing as close as they could so that it was almost like they were watching it together. Niall would Facetime her while he was working out, or while Joey was busy grading papers. 

It was fun, easy and comfortable. There wasn’t a second that they didn’t have something to talk about: whether it be as simple as whatever ridiculous trouble Niall’s friends were getting into, or as complex as Joey’s family, how her parents had moved to Florida a year prior to take care of her sick grandmother. Joey never felt comfortable enough with anyone to get into the details of her family, but with Niall...it was so different. He understood, no matter what she told him, he understood and made her feel normal. They could just laugh and be silly with each other and Joey was becoming so grateful for their growing friendship. 

They had hung out a few times too. Heading to a small corner coffee shop one late morning, and hitting up Pink Taco for a quick bite a few nights later. They went for a casual midday hike along Runyan Canyon that following weekend, and even went out to a comedy club that next night. But they tried their best to stay away from prying eyes as much as possible. Niall had warned Joey that, even though they were only friends, word could get out if they were seen alone together and it would most likely be assumed by the media that they were more than that. It had happened to him many times before and while it hadn’t happened to them yet, Joey tried to mentally prepare herself for if it ever did. 

When it came down to it, she just really loved being around Niall. He was a blast; incredibly witty and charismatic, always up for anything and made even the simplest things enjoyable. There wasn’t a minute that would go by that he didn’t have Joey in stitches, and she found that she could talk to him about anything. He was more knowledgeable–whether it be music or politics, weird facts about space or everything else in between—than she had given him credit for. There wouldn’t be a lagging moment when they were together; Niall loved to see her smile and laugh, and Joey loved to see him flustered, especially when any topics of romance or love came up in their conversations. It didn’t tend to very often, but Niall got noticeably flushed and had the cheekiest of smirks on his face whenever it did. Joey found it all quite amusing. 

A few days before Joey was to go over to Niall’s place for the first time that Saturday to hang out, she decided to call in sick at work. It was something that was practically unheard of for her, she was always very diligent in her work and being there for the children, but something in her just needed to take a day for herself. She was far from actually being sick, Alexis being the only other soul that knew she was telling a tiny fib to get out of work, but the school always took any illness seriously. So it was an easy out for her. 

It was nearing 2pm, and she had been snuggled up on her couch–still in her pajamas, a big fuzzy blanket wrapped around her lower half and a marathon of a crime docu-series playing on TV–all morning with her little sidekick, Sadie, cuddled at her feet. She hadn’t spoken to Niall at all that day, actually she hadn’t spoken to him since the previous afternoon when he had called to ask if she wanted to come over to his house that Saturday to watch some new documentary that was coming on Netflix and maybe have some dinner. Alexis laughed when Joey told her. 

“What?” the red haired girl innocently questioned, stuffing a bite of her leftover enchiladas into her mouth. 

A playful smirk tugged over Alexis’ lips. “Please tell me you’ve heard of ‘Netflix and chill’?” 

Joey rolled her eyes in exasperation. “Not this again…”

“I’m just saying, Jo,” she snipped back, “he’s inviting you over to his actual house and I can guarantee it’s not just to watch a movie…”

“We’re just friends!” 

That was how most of their conversations went in the following weeks since the concert. And it was starting to exhaust Joey. 

Tugging on a piece of hair that had fallen from the side of her loose bun, Joey’s stare had begun to glaze over as she mindlessly stared at the TV screen. She was meant to be watching the fifth installment to Making a Murderer, but her mind was hovering on something else. Or someone else. It was weird how she felt almost...sad that she hadn’t heard from Niall at all yet that day, and she thought that maybe he was just busy and didn’t have time to chat. Which...he was a very busy man with writing and recording for his upcoming album, but she still felt like...well, like she missed him. 

The thought crashed through her and Joey scoffed lightly at herself and shook her head, nestling deeper into the couch and focusing her attention back to the TV. It wasn’t another ten minutes of Niall’s face and voice and laugh flashing in her brain that she pushed out a defeated sigh, cursing at herself from under her breath, as she leaned over to grab her cellphone from the coffee table in front of her. 

Not really thinking about what she was going to say, Joey texted him a quick ‘hey’ and clicked off her phone, turning it upside down as she tossed it back to the table. Her teeth sunk down into her bottom lip as she looked back over at the TV, trying with everything in her to not count down in her head how long he was going to take to respond. Her heartbeat was starting to pick up slightly in her chest–thump, thump thump–and she tore at the dry skin around her fingernails as she waited. 

The tone of a text coming through startled her, it shouldn’t have but it perked up Sadie’s head as well and the little dog looked over at Joey as she reached for her phone. 

N: Heya love , what’s up?

A smile eased across Joey’s face. 

J: Nothing. Just bored at home, wanted to see what you were up to. 

N: You’re home ? Are u okay ?

J: Yeah, I’m fine! Just needed a day off. Are you busy?

N: Not really, no. Just workin on some tunes .

N: Why ?

J: Hmmmm

N: Hahahaha what’s up . .

Joey swallowed hard as she hovered her fingers over the screen of her phone and it struck her as odd that she was even hesitating to ask Niall what she wanted to ask him. She pulled in her face at her own ridiculousness–it was only Niall for crying out loud–and licked across her lips as she began to type. 

J: Do you maybe want to hang out? I was thinking of heading over to Cosmic Vinyl. I need a few more records to add to my collection and I couldn’t think of a better person to help me than you. 

J: If you’re free. 

N: Fuck yeh ! Like right now ?

J: Um, maybe like in an hour? We can meet up there.

N: Sounds sick . See ya there in a bit, Jo .

Jo. He had called her Jo. There were only two people on earth that called her Jo–her brother, Carter and Alexis, her best friend. Nevertheless, it put a permanent smile on her face as she jumped up from the confines of her sofa to go get ready to meet Niall. 

•

Her hazelnut eyes studied the album covers as she flicked through them, every so often peeking over at the door to the record shop. Joey had arrived at their meeting place a little early, only fifteen minutes, and was waiting for Niall to show up. She had lazily given the shop a little stroll before settling towards the back where some of the older, more vintage records were kept. 

With only two minutes to spare, her wandering gaze spotted the one and only Niall Horan just as he stepped into the store. He was wearing a long sleeved button up that hung open and a pair of light wash jeans and Joey swore she could see the blue of his eyes shining from all the way at the back of the store. He licked over his lips as he stood there, bouncing his stare between the other five or so patrons that were browsing before he finally caught that sweet bright smile of Joey. His chest tightened a bit at the sight of her; a loose knit cream top that was modestly tucked into a pair of dark jeans and her red hair softly flowing down the middle of her back, and Niall bowed his head to run his fingers through his dark hair as he began walking towards her. 

They spent the next twenty minutes in light frivolous conversation, Niall enticing some giggles from Joey as they slowly perused through the thousands of shelved and binned records. He had already helped her find two records that she didn’t own that he thought she would like–an Eagles album and also one by Damien Rice, an Irish artist that she had never heard of. Niall spoke very highly of his music and Joey decided to give it a try. Strolling along a bit more, they came to a stop in front of the “J” section, Joey not really knowing why but obviously drawn to the letter. Niall smirked upon realizing the connection.

“I think the closest you’re gonna find is Joe Cocker,” he said, flipping through some stacks, “Or maybe Billy Joel is more your style. I personally like me some Billy Joel.” 

Joey chuckled and peered down at the bucket style shelves as she began flicking through the different albums, hoping a cover would catch her eye. “I’m not really looking for anyone in particular, just seeing what they’ve got.” 

“Ahh...I see.” 

They both continued to thumb through the albums, a content quiet settling between them for a moment before Joey remembered something that she had wanted to tell him. “Oh!” she blurted out, shaking her head as she looked over at Niall. “I wanted to tell you...um...I have another date.” 

His fingertips paused on the edge of an album sleeve and he slowly shifted his eyes over to Joey. “You do?” 

The young woman nodded, scraping her teeth at the corner of her bottom lip. She glanced down at the rows of records in front of her. “Yeah...it’s on Saturday, before I’m supposed to come over to your house..,” she went on, catching Niall’s stare again. “Obviously.” 

“Do you wanna reschedule comin’ over?” Niall asked her, hoping her answer was the one he wanted to hear. 

“Never.”

It was. 

Joey shrugged, going back to perusing through the records. “Besides, it’s not like I’m going to sleep with this guy or something,” she started to explain with a giggle, “I’ve given up on having sex with men on first dates.” 

A worrisome tightness that had built up in Niall’s chest eased at her words and he pushed out a heavy breath, the sound coming out as more of a scoff than he intended. “What?” Joey snipped, wrinkling her brow at him slightly.

“N-nothin’,” he reassured her with a shake of his head, “just...good for you.” 

Joey narrowed her brown eyes at his weird comment. ‘Good for you’–what did he even mean by that? She wondered, but she brushed it off and gave him a smile. “Do you have sex on first dates?” she then casually asked him, not certain if he would actually answer her or not as she slowly caught his gaze. Was that too invasive of a question?

He had a lopsided smirk on his face as he stared at her, his cheeks barely pulsing that pinkish hue she liked and he faintly licked across his lips. “I have,” he said truthfully, lifting his one shoulder, “in the past.” 

“But you…don’t anymore?” 

He quirked a brow. “I don’t go on dates.” 

Joey lifted her chin as she kept her eyes on his. “Mmm...right, I forgot about that…” 

They both chuckled as Niall flipped over the next album in the bin he was looking through and yanked it out to show Joey. It was Judas Priest. Peeking down at the cover of the album, she covered her mouth with her hand as little giggle slipped out. “Why’re you laughin’?” Niall asked, fighting off his smile. 

“What makes you think I would ever listen to heavy metal?” 

Niall shrugged, his mouth turning down at the corners as he slipped it back into the row of records, both of them laughing. Joey sidestepped a little bit away from Niall as she continued to browse, and he followed her with his eyes. He could not get over how absolutely stunning she was. Just the way the dim, gritty yellow light of the vintage album store was slipping down her delicate profile, it made a warmth claw at his insides. He knew by the steadily annoying increase of his pulse and the sweat that was building up on his palms, and just how she made him feel when he was around her, he knew that he was really starting to like this girl. Way more than just as a friend. Niall gently cleared his throat. “So…what happened?” he spoke up, “that made ya...ya know, stop havin’ sex on the first date?” 

Joey gnawed at her lip as she kept her stare down, flipping through more albums. “Well...do you remember, like, a month ago...the night of the festival?”

“Yeah.”

“The guy that I had gone there with, I sorta...slept with him that night.” 

Niall swallowed hard, his mind flashing to that night and vividly remembering how she looked, how she smelled...how she had made his heart race in his chest. And how he was most definitely not the one she went home with. “Did ya?” 

Not saying a word, Joey softly giggled and pulled out a Carly Rae Jepson record, holding it up as she peered over at Niall. A low chuckle bubbled from his throat and he shuffled himself over next to her again and took the record from her hand, the tips of his fingers softly dragging over hers. It made a small breath catch in Joey’s chest. “This is actually a sound record,” he said with as much conviction as he could muster. He held back his smile as his eyes danced over hers and stuffed the album back into its slot, “so no laughin’.” 

He was only teasing her and the jokingly serious look on his face made her laugh even harder. “Anyway,” Joey went on, her voice staying low, “he was a complete dick to me the next morning and, I dunno, it just...wasn’t me. And definitely wasn’t what I was expecting. I was drunk and trying to let loose and have a ‘fun experience’, but it really wasn’t the experience that I wanted to have.” 

Niall rolled his lips into his mouth as he peered over at her. “Yeah, well...when ya have sex with someone you don’t know, it usually isn’t.”

A sigh slipped past Joey’s lips and she hung her head back onto her shoulders in exasperation. “Jesus, Niall,” she said, her voice coming out a bit whiny with the mention of his name. She squeezed her eyes closed for a split second before lifting her head and glancing over at him. “I’m a twenty five year old woman, I should know these things by now.” 

Niall’s chest rumbled with a heavy laugh as he looked back down and continued to flip through the bin of albums. “The only way to know is to experience ‘em and at least you can say you’ve got that now.” 

Joey rolled her eyes in a huff. “Yeah...just never again.” 

“Here,” Niall proclaimed, yanking out an Elton John record, “I think you’ll like this one.” 

Joey leaned her body closer to Niall, that sweet scent of her soft skin violating his nose as she slowly slipped the album from his fingers. “You know what?” she said, turning her head to look up at him. “I think you’re right.” 

Niall smiled at her. “Shall we get it then?” he asked her as she rested the album on top of the other two that were nestled in the crook of her arm, “You good?” 

“Yup, I’m good,” Joey smiled. 

“Sweet,” he mentioned as they both turned to walk up to the counter at the front of the store, “maybe we can go get some smoothies after this? I know this great place just a block or so from here. Do ya like smoothies?” 

Joey tipped her head down in a giggle as they stepped up to the counter. She laid the albums down and slid them towards the cashier so he could ring her up as Niall shimmied his body next to hers and rested a hand on his hip. With a smile she glanced up at him, his eager blue eyes dancing across her face as he waited to see what she would say. 

Watching as the tip of her tongue softly ran along her bottom lip, Niall felt a rush of excitement seep through his veins as a big bright smile spread over Joey’s face. “Yeah, I definitely like smoothies.” 

[bethsuglywigs]

1x09 Questions

I’m sitting in my 9 hour Saturday negotiations class doing this instead of listening lol. 

1. What was your favourite scene of the episode? Tell us why!

TBH I was crying laughing through most of this episode. Annie non-stop roasting Dean and Stan/Ruby smoking expired weed are the standouts though.

2. Was there any scene that missed the mark for you? And if so, how?

Rio calling them bitches. He must have skipped his dose of respect women juice that morning.

Also am I the only one that thinks Rio speaks differently in s1 than he does in s2/s3. I can’t put my finger on it, but he sounds different to me. 

3. Do you think the girls should have told Rio about Eddie? How do you think things would’ve gone if they had? Yes. I think Rio wouldn’t have tested them and then he and Beth wouldn’t have broken up. But also they really have no reason to trust Rio or even to be that loyal to him after he took back their cut.

I mean they couldn’t know this, but Rio knew about Eddie anyway so they only could have benefitted from telling him. 

4. Sara moves up the transplant list this ep in two pretty delightful scenes! Still - the episode makes it clear Stan and Ruby can’t afford the surgery. Before Ruby got into crime, what do you think her and Stan’s plan was regarding finding the money when they got the call about the transplant? What do you think they would’ve (or could’ve) done if crime wasn’t an option?  

I think they would have tried fundraising at the church again. But mostly I think they would have done what they end up doing, paying with a check they know is going to bounce and hoping Sara gets the kidney before it does.

5. This episode makes it clear that Annie’s been staying with Beth since everything went down with Greg and Nancy in the last episode. Do you think this is something Annie’s done before? And what do you think this - and the subsequent scene with Annie calling Beth on Dean’s behaviour - tells us about the relationship between Annie, Beth and Dean over the years?

I think teenage Annie lived with them early on in their marriage and probably during Ben’s early life after ending things with Greg. I imagine that Annie has only relatively recently established a more independent life from Beth (maybe in the last 5-7 years).

As far as Beth and Dean’s relationship, while I do think Beth probably was in love with Dean and happy for a time, Dean probably was always condescending and dismissive of Beth. And I think it probably got worse once they started having kids (imo I think Dean is the one who wanted 4 kids). Since Annie was probably always around, she would have seen the way Dean treats Beth and because she loves Beth, she’s probably never liked Dean. 

6. Ruby and Stan have leftover weed from the Nelly concert in 2003! Lidya Jewett was born in 2006, so I think we can safely assume this is a pre-kids Ruby and Stan, haha. What do you think their dates / relationship life was like before the kids?

I imagine they were a little wild. Obviously Stan and Ruby know how to have fun with each other. They probably just had a lot more fun before they had to worry about their children. 

Also a friend of mine left weed at my place for like 6 months and then tried to smoke it when she got it back and she told me it was unsmokeable. So I’m a little concerned about that about to get its leaner’s permit weed. But I don’t do drugs so who am I to say.

7. What do you think of the truck job in this episode and how the girls handle it? Do you think Rio thought it would get this sort of reaction out of Beth? The scheme itself is a bit stupid, but it sets so many fun scenes. I actually LOVE that the girls get Rio arrested. It’s incredibly shortsighted, but he has so much power over them and this is the first time Beth really pushes back against him in an effective way.   

8. The first Beth x Rio break-up!!!!!!!!!! I have no question here, haha, just talk to me about it. I want to know all your thoughts! *chin hands*

chef’s kiss baby!

9. That said, do you think Beth really believed Rio was going to kill her?

Yes. While I don’t think Beth is generally afraid of Rio, he has told her multiple times at this point that he loves murder and its his preferred method of dealing with problems. Also Rio is literally a gang boss and if you know anything about gangs its that you don’t just get to walk away. Beth SHOULD be concerned about him. This is like the one time she has any self preservation instinct.  

10. This episode also starts a pretty pivotal plotline for not just the remainder of this season, but s2 too in Boomer infiltrating Mary Pat’s life. What do you think of the dynamic that’s teased out between them in this episode? And do you think there was any way their relationship could’ve gone differently to the way that it did? Better? Worse?

I want to say that things could have gone differently for them. Mary Pat is so earnest in her desire to start dating again and she does seem to have a genuinely good time with Boomer in the beginning. But ultimately Boomer is Boomer aka the earths biggest shit stain so he would have always ruined it.

11. This episode also ends with each of the girls getting an emotional speech. Annie tries to leave a message for Ben, but ends up in a complex, biting, grief-struck conversation with Greg instead. Ruby tries to tell Stan about what’s happening with crime and Rio, but they’re interrupted by the phone call for Sara’s transplant. Beth gives her angry, self-righteous speech to Ruby and Annie about fairytales and goodness, which sets them on the scheme for the next episode. What do you think these scenes tell us about each of the girls’ arcs this season? And how do you think it sets us up for their final notes in the s1 finale?

Annie: The way Annie pivots from explaining herself to Greg to teasing him and he just lets her, reveals why their relationship didn’t work out. He obviously heard her on those messages and she’s been acting really weird, but he doesn’t push her. While I think they do genuinely love each other, I don’t think they know how to communicate when things get difficult. 

Ruby: This goes back to the point I made last week about Ruby feeling more guilty about hiding things from Stan than actually committing the crimes itself. 

Beth: Love that Beth invents feminism just to get back at her boyfriend.   

[asphalt-cocktail]

For the Sake of Content- Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Live Music is Boring

Summary: After walking in on your long-term boyfriend, Harrison, cheating on you and then losing your job the following day; your find yourself broke, jobless, and single for the first time in a long while. In order to make ends meet, your best friend since college, Freddie, suggests you start soliciting explicit photos of yourself, not only to help boost your confidence but to help pay the rent for his band mate’s apartment you just moved into.

A/N: Hi lil cuties! Back at it again with a new chapter for FSC. I know I said a new chapter was coming tomorrow, but I wanted to post it tonight because I can. Anyways, it’s starting to pick up from here on out! I’m hoping to build a lot of sexual tension over the next few chapters for what I have planned. Like always I really appreciate all of your lovely comments, likes, and reblogs! Seeing your interest is what helps motivate me to write! Also if you would like to be tagged please send me an ask, the comments get lost and then I feel bad when i cant find everyone :/

Pairing: Roger Taylor x F!Reader

Warnings: Language, mentions of sex work, masturbation, sexual tension, some friendly banter between roger and reader, really corny dirty talk, it makes sense when you read it, not proof read, short chapter but don’t worry it gets better.

Word Count: 1.9k

18+ if you are a minor do NOT interact with this post. This is fictitious content and I own nothing.

Roger sat in the kitchen eating a bowl of cereal, dressed only in a tasseled vest and leather straight legged pants while you shuffled out in your old worn college sweatshirt and a pair of sleep shorts, “Are those my Golden Grahams?” You asked, stopping at the entrance of the kitchen.

Roger glanced up at you, his under eyes were always slightly droopy and puffy, a stark contrast to his surprisingly wide blue eyes that glared up at you, “Yeah, what about it.” He answered confidently.

“Stop eating my shit, I barely have enough money to support myself let alone you.” You said grabbing the box from the counter and shoving it into the cupboard that held your food.

Roger shrugged, loudly slurping up his spoonful of milk, “Maybe you should get a job then.” He leaned back in his chair “How do you even afford rent anyways?”

You froze, your back still facing Roger. For the last few weeks you had made a decent sum of money camming and selling photos, not that you would tell Roger of all people. “It’s none of your business.” You reminded him while you walked over and pulled out your leftovers from your dinner with Freddie and popped them into the microwave.

“How did you even meet Fred,” He asked suspicious that his friend, Freddie, would dare to have other friends.

You turned towards Roger and leaned against the counter, “College,” you answered pointedly, “We had a digital design class together and he liked the shirt I was wearing.” You answered, you might still have that shirt buried in your closet somewhere, “Where did you meet him?”

Roger continued eating your cereal, “We used to live together, went to different universities, but he needed a roommate.” You had been to Freddie’s home during college, but never met Roger. It was a nice place, but always a cluttered mess, “Now we run the shop and play together.” That’s right, Roger helped sell clothes at the second-hand store.

“What do you play? The guitar?” You scoffed momentarily, “God, I hope you can play something other than Wonderwall.” You joked.

A small smile graced Roger’s features, if you hadn’t had been looking you wouldn’t have seen it, “No, I’m a drummer.” He gave you a confident smirk, the kind that would have caused a girl’s knees to go weak, “But I do play guitar,” He quickly followed with.

You nodded your head, “Ah, a drummer,” You said pulling your food out from the microwave and stabbed your fork into the left-over chicken breast.

“You’ve never been to any of our shows, have you?” Roger pressed.

You shrugged your shoulders, “Nope,” you answered, popping the ‘p’ at the end of your short statement.

“Why not?”

“I don’t know, I don’t really like bar concerts I guess.”

Roger scoffed and made a skeptic face, “Where do you see concerts then? The back room of a coffee shop? Some of the best concerts I’ve been to have been in the back of shoddy bars.” He sounded defensive now.

“I just don’t get the point of concerts, I can listen to music on vinyl or Spotify so why should I go to a concert!” You answered back, just as defensive.

“I’m going to call Fred and tell him that you think our music is too boring to see live.” He said reaching for his phone.

You felt your blood run cold, Christ Fred would have your head on a stick if he heard you said that; which you didn’t. You lurched forward, gripping Roger’s wrist, “No!” You shouted, “Don’t call, Fred.” You struggled against his grip

Roger used his free hand to jab his finger into your side, causing you to squeal with laughter and jerk against him “Let go!” He couldn’t hide his own laughter.

You clutched his hand against your chest with your back to him “Promise you won’t tell Fred?” You said, not aware that your shorts had been pulled taut against you and hugged your skin while the crease between your ass and thigh threatened to pop from underneath them.

Roger swallowed thickly, maintaining eye contact with your upper thighs, “Promise you’ll come to our show tonight?” He asked, his voice sounded husky and sent an involuntary shudder through your body.

“Fine, I promise.” You said frowning and feeling your stomach clench at his tone. You quickly released his hand and turned to face him.

Roger’s pouty lips hung slightly ajar and his face was lightly dusted pink, you assumed it was from the struggle prior. “Promise.” He agreed, “But I’m going to tell Fred you’re going.” You groaned knowing Fred would want to doll you up for the occasion.

Thankfully you still had several hours before their 10pm show, so with plenty of time to kill you found yourself seated in front of your computer starting your live stream for the day.

You were dressed in a blue baby doll lingerie that had black lace trim, it was simple and not too revealing; just what you liked. Your colored lights lit up your room and the backdrop you had hung up disguised it for the sake of safety and the camera was perfectly positioned to only show your chest on down. By now you were regular professional.

The red light of your camera blinked and your computer screen loaded before you finally went live. Your regulars were alerted of your stream and soon people began to trickle in and soon your room was filled with a generous number of people. The tips flowed as you interacted with your regulars,

Tank3939 tipped you 50 tokens!

You smiled a sickeningly sweet smile “Thank you tank, you know these tips get me nice and wet.” You sensually said, rubbing your breasts and pushing them together. Tank was a regular, often generously tipping you, “If we reach 1,000 tokens in the next hour, I’ll let you watch me fuck myself on this fat cock.” You said holding up a decently sized dildo, you tried to ignore how much the fake sensuality in your tone caused you to cringe. The way you had to act in order to score tips was perhaps the most annoying part of the gig.

Bigboy64: shit baby how much I got to tip u to do that to me

Tank3939: beautiful sugar

Mojo_Man tipped you 1,000 tokens!

You stopped, doing a double take on at the little red mark on the screen, “Th… thank you, Mojo. I don’t think I’ve seen you in here before.” You gave the camera a wink, “Always nice to see that men know what women want.” You said leaning back and spreading your legs, quickly swiping your fingers through your wet folds and letting out a breathy moan.

The tip bell continued to ring, and your moans threatened to get louder before you stopped, a sultry laugh left your lips “I got to be careful guys, my roommate is in the room next door… wouldn’t want him to hear me,” You gave a naughty giggle, “Or would I?”

Mojo_Man tipped you 500 tokens!

Bigboy64: u ever fuck ur roommate?

Bigboy64: Id fuck u if u were mine

You couldn’t help but grin at the comment, “No, I couldn’t do it, don’t think he likes me very much.” You answered honestly. “Thank you again Mojo, I guess I better get started now that you’ve got me all warmed up. I’ll be right back.” You said, blocking the screen so you could get set up, suctioning the dildo onto the hardwood floor beneath you. You turned around, exposing your ass to the camera and twisted to take the little post-it-note off the camera, “Remember, that little bell makes my tight little pussy wet.” You said once your screen came back into focus.

You sighed, lowering yourself onto the thick cock and sat for a moment allowing it to generously stretch your walls. God, even this fake dick filled you better than Harrison ever could. You leaned forward, sticking your ass out and arching your back and rotated your hips around the dildo, whimpering as you did so.

You readjusted your legs, spreading wider and leaning further forward. Your cheeks spread and put your pussy on display for all 523 people in your live stream. You moaned, pistoning your hips on the plastic cock. Your wet pussy easily glided up and down while your hands reached forward, gripping onto your bed in front of you for balance. Your hips burned while pornographic moans left your lips and your ass bounced with your thrusts. The tip bell rang, one after another, ensuring that you would be able to not only pay rent, but also buy another box of golden grahams for yourself.

Once you finished you gave your signing of speech, “Thank you so much my lovelies!” You said slightly out of breath, “I had so much fun with you all tonight especially my biggest donor for the might Mojo_Man,” you moaned his username out and for good measure kneaded your breasts in your hand before you continued, “Remember to subscribe to my OnlyFans and Snapchat for more content on days I don’t stream! I’ll see you again next Sin Saturday!”

You leaned back against your bed after you sighed off and looked through your stats for the night, 2500 tokens tipped by this Mojo_man, wow he must have really liked your work. You scoffed a bit, poor sap, you thought before you dressed yourself in normal clothes and left to shower and clean yourself off.

A knock on the door alerted you from your shower, your peaceful alone time, “What!” You shouted over the white noise the running water provided.

Without warning, the door opened,“Fred’s going to be over with an outfit for you!” It was Roger.

You rolled your eyes and slicked your hair back and out of your face “Couldn’t you tell me once I got out?” You frowned.

The door quickly shut, “No!” You could hear Roger’s voice growing more distant as he walked further away from the door and sure enough within minutes of your shower ending Freddie was knocking at your bedroom door and soon letting himself in.

“Fred,” You whined, “I look like a slut in this!” You shouted.

“I know!” He countered, “It’s my favorite look on you, you know that!” He straightened out the fabric of your shirt and skirt he had picked out for you.

You looked in the mirror, feeling stupid, “It’s just a bar, Fred. I don’t know why I can’t just go in some jeans!” you protested looking in the mirror.

You could see Roger’s reflection in the mirror, he once again changed his outfit. This time he was wearing an open floral print button down and tight black pants with flared legs, “I think it’s a nice change from that old jumper.” Roger always had to add his own two cents in.

You rolled your eyes, “Why’d you change again? Was your ‘lounge around’ tassel vest not sufficient enough for the show?”

Roger looked at you through narrow eyes, “’Course not, unlike you I care how people see me.”

“All right you two, that’s enough. We have to go over to John’s for the pregame.”

“Wait-” you protested, “You didn’t tell me I was going to meet everyone.”

Freddie scoffed at you, “Of course you have to, you’re a regular Queen groupie now!”

You groaned as Freddie wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you through the apartment, “Why can’t I be a roadie? I can lift stuff.”

“Not dressed like this!” Fred countered, “Enough, come on now we have to get dinner. It’s the most important meal before we go out!”

You tugged the leather miniskirt Freddie had dressed you in down and frowned, reminding yourself that you were only doing this to get a break from your mundane routine.

[slaminthebackofmy]

i’m gonna put my playlist on shuffle and write what the songs remind me of while i listen to them, no one asked and no one cares but i’ve had so much caffeine and sugar today that there is no way in fresh hell i am going to bed anytime soon,

this is unnecessarily long, i’m just terrified of losing memories and i need these written down

deadroses - blackbear - september 2019 when i was getting ready for school. i used a rose cleansing water and the smell of it reminds me of this song, it was super warm and i had just come back from vacation in bulgaria with my family. used to watch the sunset with this song pretending i’m the main character. one time we went to a supermarket on the outskirts of town with this blasting in the car

anxiety - blackbear - almost the same as the previous one, october 2019 when i got led lights under my bed and i was just calming down from 4 months of paranoia and sleepless nights

one for the road - arctic monkeys - weird mood in december when all i would listen to was arctic monkeys and the nbhd, spent most nights on the dining room table blasting these just quiet enough to not wake my parents upstairs, my neighbours probably wished murder was legal

miroh - skz - miroh came out about a month after i found skz so i was still new to their music and the day it came out i was kinda sick and staying home from school so i got to enjoy the full thing in peace, i spent the next few days watching finding skz and then i blasted this throughout april which was a weird and rough month oh and also i started that other writing blog

often - the weeknd - i used to blast this in the 8th grade while i played that one paper airplane flash game before i discovered the magic of headphones fkgslkjgn

sweater weather - so many memories attached to this pretty bitch, finding it first through a sam and colby vine, walking home in the 6th grade from the dentist at night, standing on my balcony and watching super strong winds bring in very dark storm clouds almost completely covering the light from the sky above, except for one small window of light, last december

fantasy - dye - i found this i think last summer but it reminds me of my childhood and watching samurai jack for some reason

rumors - neffex - i accidentally clicked on a lyric video for this while i was staring at the moon one evening and the sky in the background picture of the video was exactly the same as the sky i was looking at and it just reminded me of a mid 2000′s teenagers room in my town, like older boys i used to have baby crushes on as a kid would have a room like that, gray walls, wooden desk with a computer and a bed with gray sheets with a window right above it and moonlight shining in, a red electrig guitar mounted on the wall and a skateboard leaned against the wall

arabella - arctic monkeys - i listened to an hour loop of this for a week straight non stop in december, i specifically remember dec 21st and wrote a lot on here

do i wanna know - arctic monkeys - there’s a few with this one, firsty it’s finding this song in the 9th grade when i was going to a youth club and i started listening to it because a girl from france that was there that i had a crush on liked it, secondly, finding bts in 2018 and listening to this while staring at the stars in a black tshirt, flannel and jeans with converse(yes i was that kid) and feeling the very moist air hit the back of my neck after we just got back from someone’s house that was selling clothes from home.

i miss the old u - blackbear - a lot of these are on my balcony because i love the sky lol but this one is too and just standing on my balcony in autumn 2019 after i got back from school just to watch the sky melt into a coral pink and orange

how you like that - blackpink - summer 2020, all i did was learn to play the ukulele and struggle with an issue i don’t wanna mention, the entire summer, with this playing in the background, i got my new laptop so i blasted this on there instead of my phone like most of the others on this list, also worked out to this song a lot

fly away - thefatrat - playing transformice in 2017 for HOURS and talking to dodgy people on there

dirty laundry - blackbear - you guessed it, getting ready for school in 2019, same as most other blackbear songs

god’s menu - skz - this came out the day after i got my laptop and the day that i got my ukulele, i remember watching the online concert while i waited for my mum to come home and bring me the uke, i watched it in my room in the dark and i literally had way more fun that i probably should have but they were so hyped up it was lovely

chateau - blackbear - autumn 2019 on my balcony watching the sunset

wonderland - caravan palace - similar to how you like that, listened to this all of summer 2020 while i was struggling with that issue, i used to pace around the second floor of my apartment with this song on and strut to the beat

feel special - twice - just when school started in 2019, i watched every studio ghibli movie that summer so i associate this song with those, i used to get ready for school with this blasting, and i remember dreaming about sana sitting in the rain a few times

pumped up kicks - going home from bulgaria in 2017 and getting stuck with no gas or cash in a little border town, we got there super late and most money exchanges were already closed so we had to get money from someone’s basement:) also summer 2020 when i learned to play this on the uke and it’s super easy and still my favourite one to play

why’d you only call me when you’re high - march 2018, i was making sugar cookies with leftover frozen dough from the last time i had made them, and while they were in the oven i went out on the balcony just to stare at the stars on the west

wow - danceracha - january, gameshow, that’s all i’m gonna say, i’ve been skipping through the songs once i wrote what i had to say but i’m gonna have to let this absolute bop play through, it’s the gay in me, why is this song so good what the FUCK

faggot - msi - reminds me of my childhood for some reason i think it was played a lot in some places, reminds me specifically of when i would walk home with my mum and see people sitting in an internet cafe we passed everynight that had neon signs inside

chronosaurus - april 2019, lee know saying tick tock tick tock getting closer was stuck in my head, almost got youtube premium just to be able to download that music video, may 2019, went on a school trip and listened to this on the days leading up to it, currently waiting for lee knows tick tock tick tock getting closer to play omfg why does he say it so well sjflkfj

505 - arctic monkeys - autumn - winter 2020, just sat in my dining room playing this and staring off into space

victory song - skz - LISTEN TO THIS  승전가, jisung and chan lifting their shirts lived rent free in my mind for a few months after this came out

cherry - itzy - summer 2020, issues and dancing a lot

get cool - skz - just got into them, feb 2019, used to listen to this when i was trying to learn their names🥺

hayloft - mother mother - oooohh a recent one, late january 2021, fell in love with a tiktok girl and decided to get my life together, played geoguessr with this on loop

love scenario - ikon - may 2018 when i was just really starting to get into kpop, this was one of the first non bts songs that i loved, i used to listen to it while reading wattpad lol

snap out of it - jan 2021, gameshow, reminds me of felix for some reason

hot girl bummer - late summer 2019, crying at night because of anxiety and pretending i was okie dokey during the day

daddy issues - the nbhd - may 7th 2018, super stormy outside, it was my younger cousins birthday, i spent the day in this one oversized shirt with donald duck printed all over it pretending i was talking to my crush at the time and staring at the rain clouds

be with you - cadmium - summer 2020, pacing around my apartment and those issues and finding this song through a video about those issues, i can’t find the channel anymore:(

reckless healy - january 2020, i was doing eyeliner all the time and just vibing, i had my doggie and all i did was scroll through tiktok and listen to music

ghost - confetti - november 2020, pretending i was the main character while singing this through my entire apartment

knee socks - arctic monkeys - same exact thing as arabella

goodnight i’ve been writing for so long and i’m finally tired

[darth-el]

As If!

Pairing: Steve x Reader Warnings: Underage drinking and weed A/N: Thank you so much for this request. The reader is meant to be like Cher from Clueless (which gave me reason to watch the film again and it’s one of my all time favourites). The title doesn’t reflect the story itself, I just couldn’t fit that iconic line in the story unfortunately. I hope you enjoy and feedback is always welcomed. 

Masterlist

You considered yourself to have a way normal life for a teenage girl. You would go to school, see your friends, and go to parties. Your parties however had always been talk of the school since you were in middle school. Your dad was one of the top plastic surgeons, and your mom was a singer before you were born. They didn't meet how people always thought they did. Your dad was a huge fan of your mom's and went to a concert of hers and managed to talk his way into getting backstage. The rest was history. Due to your upbringing and your parents, your life was far removed from normal.

Your life was destroyed when your parents revealed to you that they were getting a divorce and your mom would be moving to the small town she grew up in, and you would be living with her. Your whole life was ripped out from under you. Your dad insisted that he would be helping you anyway possible with money and you could have anything you wanted. Except to live with him. You couldn't be the new girl, how could you be popular and put that to good use when no one knew you.

The town was small, the only saving grace was that your new house was even nicer than your childhood home. The swimming pool needed some work to it though if you wanted to throw your amazing pool parties.  Something you decided to do the weekend after your first day at school, if you were going to make an entrance and an impression that was the way to do it. You just had to somewhat improvise with what you had. You spent almost an entire summer unpacking everything and talking your mom about what you wanted for the house and she agreed to get some work done on the pool. You both wanted a waterfall that you could sunbathe on the rocks next to it. You both agreed to have a jungle like theme for the garden with half the art collection from the divorce amongst it. It wasn't going to look sterile like your old house, it was going to be like an oasis in the middle of this town. This for her was a fresh start, but in familiar surroundings.

You joined the school about a week after the official starting date due to all the work needed on the house, you wanted it to be perfect before you started. Starting a week later than everyone made you nervous, but that didn't mean couldn't look good. For your first day you decided to wear a light pink and grey tartan skirt, matching jacket, and a white crop top underneath. You matched your crop top with your shoes. Around your neck was a 1910's pearl and diamond necklace which was your grandmother's who gave it to you when you were fourteen because you would get more use out of it than her now. You let your hair be natural for that day as well. You didn't want to be a traitor to your generation, but you didn't understand the “more the better” attitude when it came to anything fashion. You preferred to be uncluttered, and you highly doubted that Parisians would be walking around in half the stuff you saw just driving to the school itself.

You got out the car and you saw all eyes are on you, which was understandable as you had the nicest car in the lot. You smiled to yourself as you locked your car and strutted into the school which gained a few wolf whistles, triggering an eye roll from you. You liked the attention, but you vowed never to date a high school boy.

You received your schedule and was taken to the class that you had at that time, which happened to be English.

“Another one for you.” The curt receptionist said as she almost pushed you into the classroom.

“Ahh, you must be Miss Y/L/N.” Your teacher furrowed his brows, hoping he was correct.

“That's me,” You beamed a smile at him trying to swallow your nerves. “Where shall I sit?” Without thinking you started to twist your hair in fingers, something you always did when you tried to get what wanted, mainly from your dad and teachers when you weren't happy with your grades.

“There's one right there.” The teacher smiled gesturing to the only available seat, looking somewhat flustered by you and your confidence. You sat down in the seat and as you focused on the class you couldn't help but notice a guy who was just in your peripherals keep staring at you. You glanced at him slightly, and he wasn't bad looking at all. He was actually quite cute. You shoot him a flirtatious smile and looked away, knowing exactly how you were going to handle this. You leaned forward in your seat trying to focus on the teacher, but you could feel his eyes on you still.

You were thankful when the bell rang for lunch, you were starving as you overslept and had to skip breakfast. You made your way outside to find somewhere to sit in the sun, but there wasn't anywhere. For a school that had a forest line it's grounds it wasn't that green. Your old school which was in the middle of a city had more fields than this. You sighed and decided to sit in the cafeteria and you couldn't make out if the smell was some serious health code violations or the food. You were sitting on your own eating your salad and reading a copy of Vogue when a voice came up behind you. “You're sitting at our table.” The voice sounded dominant. You turned around and there was a gang of people standing around you.

“There is room.” You said nonchalantly still eating your lunch flicking through your magazine trying to gain some inspiration. The red haired girl who spoke huffed and sat down next to you as did the others.

“You're the new girl right.” Another red haired asked as she looked down at her food with disgust on her face.

“I'm Y/N.” You said in a cheerful tone, the first red haired girl rolled her eyes.

“I don't care.” The first girl scoffed as she swallowed her food.

“I wasn't speaking to you was I?” You raised an eyebrow at her with a smirk on your face. She was the epitome of every wannabe in your school. She thought she was the queen, but in reality no one liked her. You finished your lunch and snapped your magazine shut and smiled at her in a sarcastic way because strutting off again. You looked back and noticed the guys were drooling over you, including what you guessed to be the girl's boyfriend as she elbowed him in the ribs to make him stop staring.

“These workouts are great,” Your mom exclaimed as you made your way to the living room and she was sitting on the sofa in the living room with a glass of wine in hand and eating chocolates with a video workout playing on TV. You could tell she lasted about five minutes. “I think you should start doing them.” She quipped holding the wine glass precariously it actually made you worried that she was going to spill it everywhere.

“I do.” You huffed slightly offended as when you last weighed yourself you lost five pounds and she didn't notice. You decided before you did anything else to go for swim as you needed to de-stress. You laid by the pool to dry off and you could feel yourself falling asleep under the setting sun. You woke up when the sun had set and the pool lights illuminated the garden softly. You made your way into the house and you noticed there was an empty bottle of wine on the kitchen counter. There was a note next to it telling you leftovers were in the fridge and that she had gone out for the night. You missed your family dinners, you realised while holding the empty bottle and twisting it in your hands that your dad was the backbone of the family. You heated up the leftovers and made yourself comfortable at the breakfast bar and ate staring out into the empty house. It was beautiful, but it wasn't home.

Next day you started to put your plan into action. If you were going to thrive here, you weren't going to lose yourself. You were going to remain as the human embodiment of sunshine. You carefully selected your wardrobe for that day and decided to go with dress that was more lingerie. You also bought yourself some chocolates to give yourself to make you seem desirable. You already knew how desirable you were, you just had to make others see it.

You got to class early and placed the chocolates on your desk with a little note that you had you written yourself, you sat in your seat as the class piled in. You read the note acting all coy at what you had written, opened the chocolates and ate one as you smiled at the guy from the day before. He shifted in his seat slightly smiling. You leaned over and tapped him on the shoulder which got his attention and offered him one. He perked up a lot and chose one of your favourites.

“Thank you madam.” He smirked slightly at saying this as he bit into the chocolate.

“You're very welcome,” You winked at him. “So I'm new to town and I was thinking of throwing a pool party this weekend,” Your voice was sickly sweet, but it piqued his interest.

“Go on,” He said still smirking and went to take another chocolate which made you slowly snatch the box away teasing him slightly.

“I was wondering who would want to come.” You took a bite of another chocolate.

“I know I will.” He winked back at you.

“Great.” You beamed a smile and offered him another chocolate and he took the last one of your favourite which made you pout slightly, you could see this amused him. For the rest of the lesson you decided to flirt with him from afar, by shooting him flirtatious smiles, caressing your any of your exposed skin because when guys see skin, they think about being naked, which makes them think of sex. You also did anything you could to draw attention to your mouth.

The end of the day came and you grabbed the rest of the books you needed for that night, as you closed your locker you saw the guy from your English class leaning on the lockers next yours.

“I've just realised I never introduced myself,” He had a slightly cocky smile on his face as he ran his fingers through his hair. “I'm Steve,”

“I'm Y/N.” You looked up at him and you felt the rule of not dating high school boys go out the window.

“I know,” He cocked his head to the side as he admired you which made you blush slightly. You were used to the attention, but it was never from someone you found attractive. You could feel the butterflies in your stomach. “I've found a couple of people who would like to come to your party,” You raised your eyebrow at this waiting for him to elaborate. “Nancy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers...” He stopped mid-sentence as he realised that was it. You giggled and decided you were going to dedicate your night to making flyers as you couldn't have only three people turn up.

Over the course of the week you handed out pastel pink flyers for your party, you quickly became the talk of the school as you were a mystery and was about to throw their first high school party in Hawkins. Saturday came and you spent the entire afternoon preparing your party, you had expensive alcohol, you were looking good yourself, and the music was good. You started dancing as you went through the songs, which was disrupted by your mom.

“Sweetie, I'm going to Indianapolis for the night, some business has cropped up there.” Your mom called out to you as she picked up her suitcase and left for the night. Business either meant trying to revive her career or the man she met the week before.

Steve was the first one to show up, he kind of looked like a lifeguard to you which led you down a rabbit hole of fantasies.

“Is fashionably early a thing now?” You teased him slightly with a cute voice, trying not to let him know you were fantasising about him.

“I'm going to make it a thing.” He laughed as you let him in admiring your house and taking in his surroundings.

“Pool is out the back,” You gave a look which said “of course it's out back where else would it be?” Steve gave you a salute as he made his way out to the back. “I'm going up to get changed.” You shouted and he gave you two very enthusiastic thumbs up.

The party was in full swing, the sun was out. The music was blaring and everyone was enjoying themselves. You were sitting on a sun lounger enjoying a glass of champagne. “I'd like to introduce you to our host.” You heard Steve's voice approaching. You looked at him as he led a guy and girl over to you.

“Nancy, Jonathan, this is Y/N.” He gestured to you in a dramatic way. The two smiled at you feeling awkward.

“Steve told me about you,” You got up and offered them a drink, Nancy accepted but Jonathan politely declined. “He implied you were the only two worth inviting,” You giggled as you went to get Nancy her drink. You could see Nancy and Jonathan giving Steve a knowing look. You could tell they were talking about you. You walked back out with a skip in your step and handed Nancy her drink. “What you talking about?” Your smile was innocent as your twirled your hair in your fingers. Steve started blushing and stumbling over his words.

“N-n-nothing.” Steve stammered while Nancy and Jonathan were trying to stifle their laughter looking at each other.

The party went into the night and people were either passed out or playing party games. You sat with your legs in the pool drinking a frozen cocktail. You felt hands on your shoulders which made you jump and Steve sat down next to you. “The party is inside,” He teased leaning back on his arms with a joint in his hand. You pinched the joint out of his hand and had a puff on it.“I didn't realised you smoked.” He laughed and you could feel him move closer to you.

“Only at parties.” You weren't sure if it was the alcohol or just the general atmosphere but you felt a sudden urge to kiss Steve, before you could even think any more about it you felt Steve's hands on the back of your neck and pulling you in for a kiss. His lips were soft and tasted like the expensive alcohol you bought for the party. You ran your hands through his hair which had so much hairspray in it. You tugged at it as he bit your lip. You could feel him smile into the kiss as he deepened it. You broke away still being able to taste the alcohol from his lips.

“What are you doing next weekend?” He sighed happily stroking the back your neck gently. You rested your forehead on his.

“Whatever you have planned, I'm yours.” You rested your hand on his cheek and gave him another soft kiss.

[lumosinlove]

Solntse

part xiii

(BIG shoutout to @asktheboywholived for brainstorming with me and giving me new inspiration to start to finish this fic! Credit to TT for some truly amazing ideas that went into this chapter :)))

Also a TRIGGER WARNING for this chapter: Mentions of rough/unsafe sex

Thank you guys so much for being so patient. I decided to split this chapter up so the wait wouldn’t be as long. Love you guys!)

Remus was slowly learning the streets of New York. He was slowly learning what good coffee tasted like. He was getting to know Sergei and his family. He was getting to know what it was like to watch Sirius make eggs in the morning and eat them together right from the pan with pieces of toast to mop up the runny yokes. Clothing optional.

What he was not learning, was how to use the credit card Sirius had folded into his hand with a kiss.

“Is mine, so is yours.” He had said, and looked so positively happy while saying it that Remus had just kissed him back.

“Are your mine, too?” He had murmured against Sirius’ lips.

Sirius’ gaze had turned stupidly soft. “Most yours.”

It wasn’t that he wasn’t trying. Here he was, walking the snowy streets, Christmas shopping. Trying. Trying to Christmas shop for Sirius. He didn’t even know what stores to start in. Everything seemed impersonal, expensive, and, honestly, stupid. What would a watch or a new pair of shoes really mean to Sirius, who—as Remus had now seen—had so many of each? He lasted a couple hours of uncomfortably entering a few high-end stores before he found a cute looking cafe, ordered himself his second cappuccino of the day, and turned to the internet, desperate.

Looking up ‘gifts for boyfriend’ was equally unhelpful until—

Gift an experience! Tickets to a concert, or a favorite meal with a special dessert ;)

The site was sketchy and badly formatted but they had a point. Sirius didn’t need expensive things, especially not from Remus. Why would he want to remind Sirius of all the other impersonal gestures he’s probably received?

And…Remus hadn’t cooked for…he didn’t know how long.

“I used to love to cook.” He said aloud, and instantly flushed.

“Sorry?” The guy next to him said, removing one headphone.

“Oh.” Remus tried for a smile. “No, nothing. Sorry.”

He drains the last of his coffee, orders a scone, and begins to look up recipes, then backspaces and adds the word, Russian.

~

Sirius has work until the twenty-third, which is fine, but Remus isn’t above making it hard for him to leave for the office every morning for a week leading up to his vacation time.

“Have a good day today.” Remus says as he lazily palms his already hard cock through his boxers. “Come home soon.”

Sirius glares at him through the mirror as he buttons his shirt with his toothbrush hanging out of his mouth.

“Mean.” He tries to say through the toothpaste in his mouth, but all he succeeds in doing is dribbling it onto his shirt. He groans, throwing his hands up and sends Remus a look that practically says, see? Look what you made me do.

“Oh no.” Remus says flatly, then grins. “Guess you can’t go.”

Sirius disappears into the bathroom and reemerges a few seconds later sans toothpaste and shirt. He crawls over Remus where he’s splayed out on the bed and his bare skin is hot where Remus locks his hands around the small of his back. 

“You so bad, Remushya.” He presses wet, sloppy kisses all along Remus’ cheeks. “So bad.”

“Do something about it.” Remus presses up against him.

Sirius laughs into his neck, breath hot. When he bites gently, Remus preens into it. “I’m need go, late, Remus.” But he presses a line of kisses up Remus’ neck instead. “Most late…”

Remus sighs and throws his arms around Sirius’ neck, rolling them until Sirius is on his back with Remus above him. “Okay. But come home soon.”

Sirius presses a last lingering kiss to Remus’ lips. “Be home for three weeks after today.” Then he promptly reaches right into Remus’ boxers to get a warm hand around him. “Give you everything.” As he watches Remus’ eyes flutter shut, he grins. “Or maybe nothing because so mean this week.”

Remus’ eyes flash open. “Sirushya.”

Sirius starts to laugh but Remus kisses him hard, too much teeth and tongue, and perfectly.

Sirius is late for work.

~

Overall, Remus feels pretty great about his Christmas present for Sirius. He’d practiced making Piroshki. He remembers googling pictures of it while cradled against Sirius’ chest. It wasn’t so long ago, but it was before everything. Before the first ‘I love you,’ that now felt more natural to say than it was to breathe. It felt like a different life time. 

He doubts he’s anywhere near as good as he could be, but they tasted alright to him. The real struggle was hiding the smell and leftovers from Sirius when he got home. Sirius had raised his eyebrows when he suddenly started coming home to fresh trays of chocolate chip cookies every night, but he hadn’t complained.

The other part of the present was a clean bill of health he’d received from the doctor’s. In the end, Sirius had went separately because of his work, and he’d gotten his results yesterday. Remus had pretended his hadn’t arrived yet. Seeing the worried look on Sirius’ face had almost broke him down into confessing, but he held out. For the surprise. For the happy, hot, Christmas sex the surprise surely promised.

It’s Christmas Eve, and Remus banishes Sirius to the living room, which really isn’t much help given that it and the kitchen are practically the same room. In the end, he shoos him into their bedroom instead, turns on the television for him, and shuts the door tight so he can cook in peace.

The only problem is that Sirius keeps opening the door a crack and calling out to Remus.

“Not understand! Why am I hide?”

“Stay!”

Remus grins when he hears Sirius splutter. “Not dog, Remus!”

Remus fights off an eye roll because, honestly, he’s almost finished with the recipe. “No peaking!”

“Peaking? What peaking?” There are a few beats of silence. “This…this sex thing?”

“Watch your show!”

“Not fun without you. Cold bed.”

Remus presses a palm over his eyes, smiling helplessly to himself. He wants to abandon the food and march into the bedroom right then and there, but it will be better like this.

When he doesn’t respond, he hears a grumble and the door click shut again.

It doesn’t open until the Piroshki have been cooking for ten minutes and the butter and meat filling start to smell incredible. Remus is so intent on watching them, making sure they don’t burn, that he doesn’t even hear Sirius until he’s standing right behind him in the kitchen.

“Remushya.” He whispers.

And when Remus jumps, turning around from the stove, he tries to look mad, he really does. But Sirius’ eyes are a little wet, even though he’s blinking hard through it, and he has the soft smile on his face that Remus likes to think only he gets to see.

“You were suppose to stay—“

“Smell like home.”

Remus softens at that, setting his phone down with the timer on it. “‘rushya…”

Sirius blinks from the stove to him, laughing wetly. “Rushya?”

Remus walks forward, skirting the island. “It works doesn’t it? Just sort of slipped out.”

Sirius pulls Remus in, ducking so their noses brush. “You make for me?”

“Happy Christmas.”

“счастливого Рождества.” Sirius tucks his fingers into Remus’ hair. “Baby, Happy Christmas.”

They eat on the couch, Sirius chewing seriously with his eyes closed and making ridiculous noises. He keeps giving Remus little thumbs up and Remus sits there with what he knows is a hopelessly fond smile on his face.

“I’m glad you like them.” Remus crumpled his napkin and set his plate on the coffee table. “I…you know, I tried looking in all those stores for you. For clothes.”

Sirius’ eyes light up. “Oh my god, I’m pay to see.”

Remus shoves at him, laughing. “Shut up. Anyway, nothing was working. And I loved to cook, so…” He shrugged. “I’ll make it for you whenever you want.”

“I’m…make you egg?��

Remus laughs. “Right. And tea.”

Sirius sets his own plate down and pulls Remus towards him until he’s straddling his lap and Sirius can tilt his chin up for a kiss. “Is good trade!”

Remus tilts his head from side to side, like he’s considering it, and then snorts at Sirius’ offended sound and kisses him.

“Hey.” Remus mumbles into Sirius’ lips, eyes falling shut when Sirius bites gently at his bottom on.

“Hey, I’m kiss you now.”

“I have another present.”

Sirius’ eyebrows go up. “Can’t get better Piroshki, Remus.”

“I bet I can.”

He gets up, running into the kitchen for the silverware drawer. “Sorry, I thought we’d be at the table!” He grabs the envelop and pads back into the living room. Sirius wastes no time in pulling him back into his lap.

“Okay.” Remus settles back on Sirius’ thighs, giving him room to hand Sirius the envelope.

Sirius frowns at it for a minute, turning it over. That’s when he spots the name and company logo of his doctor’s office. Remus can feel his entire body still.

“Remus, this…” Sirius’ voice trails off.

Remus can’t help the sudden bubble of emotion that lodges itself in his throat. He holds his hands close to his chest and nods quickly. “Yeah. It is.”

“Is gift.” Sirius looks from the envelope to Remus, eyes hopeful. “So, is good news.”

Remus can only nod.

Sirius lets out a long, shaky breath and puts the letter aside without another glance. Instead, his hands find Remus’ hips, large palms hitching his shirt up and pressing up his back. He smiles a little, dimples appearing. “I’m…shiver little bit. Wrong word.”

Remus touches their foreheads, trailing his fingers down Sirius’ jaw and neck. “Why are you shaking?”

“Excitey.” Sirius makes a face. “No, wrong end…Is not like happy, no?”

Remus laughs so hard he thinks he would have ruined the mood if he hadn’t been sitting snuggly on Sirius’ lap.

“Not laugh!” Sirius turns his head to nip gently at Remus’ ear.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. It’s just—” Remus gasps a little, laugh fading into a smile as Sirius kisses gently at his neck. “It’s funny hearing the word ‘excitey’ in a regular context.”

Now that Remus thinks about it, as he runs his hands over Sirius’ shoulders, he is shaking a little. A fine tremor beneath his skin. “Love, you are shaking.”

Sirius pulls Remus closer. He’s not laughing anymore. His eyes are dark and warm. “Because want.”

Remus’ breath punches out a little at that. He presses closer to Sirius and kisses him, licking slowly into his mouth, the warmth like a preview of what’s finally, finally to come. “I want you, too.” Remus says, and leans forward until Sirius is pressed back against the couch. “I’ve wanted you—”

Remus’ phone rings. It vibrates against the glass of the coffee table and both him and Sirius freeze. Sirius, being the one facing the room, sees the phone first. His eyes darken in an entirely different way.

“I’m get him out.”

Remus’ protests are cut short by Sirius laying him gently to the side, his large palm passing over Remus’ hair, before he scoops up the phone and accepts the call.

“David.” His voice is low, his accent making the ‘v’ sound almost like a snarl. “I’m tell you before.”

Remus holds his breath. From this close he can hear the general tones of David’s voice and snippets of their conversation.

David says something that sounds like he’s cursing Sirius out for being Russian. And Remus is distracted, for a moment, by the anger that fills his chest at that. He stands, ready to take the phone straight from Sirius’ hands and give David some choice words of his own, when—

He stops. David is yelling now and his voice is loud enough to hear clearly.

He stares at Sirius’ back, his broad shoulders. The hair curling at the nape of Sirius’ neck.

He finds himself thinking about how well he knows Sirius. How quickly Sirius has become the largest, most important thing in his life. How he could pick Sirius out of a crowd by his back alone. How he’d know Sirius anywhere. How dependent he’s allowed himself to be on him.

He thinks about David. How David couldn’t do any of that. How he doesn’t know the freckles that pattern Sirius’ back, or how Sirius takes his tea in the morning. How he wouldn’t know Sirius if he was standing right in front of him.

Only maybe he would.

Because Remus is sure he just heard David call Sirius by name.

One Year Earlier

Sirius hated parties. He gripped his champagne fluke tighter and gazed hesitantly around the room. That wasn’t completely true. He hated English. He hated how fast people spoke English while at parties. He’d been in the United States for nearly a year and a half and still needed his translator in meetings. He should’ve brought Barry along as his plus one tonight.

This was how parties usually went for him. He was invited for the good work he did, for his status, and a polite conversation was attempted. When the other party figured out he could stumble through little more than a hello, how are you, and a this party is beautiful, by himself, they nodded awkwardly and left him alone.

He should’ve brought Barry.

Sirius sighed and sat down on one of the huge, dark blue velvet couches. He looked up at one of the large televisions that Mr. Carrow had installed in his apartment for New Years. The ball was dropping in New York City, Carrow’s wife had explained to him, only somewhat kindly. She had talked obnoxiously slow.

“Oh, David adores the ball drop. He’s always trying to convince me to go, but,” she laughed, shaking her head and one diamond clad finger. “Heavens, all the people, Mr. Black. Americans are wild.”

Sirius had nodded. He was too slow to respond though, too busy trying to place the word heaven in context, trying to sound out the word convince in his head.

“Most nice.” Was all that he managed, the same sentiment he had used to her earlier, when complimenting her home.

Her smile had wavered and she’d walked off with the excuse of wanting more champagne. He’d been alone since then, the past hour and a half. The clock read 11:45.

Sirius watched the television. People were drunk and screaming, dressed in clothing that was in no way suitable to the New York winter outside. It didn’t look very impressive. It didn’t even look very fun.

The couch dipped heavily next to him as someone sat down—or more like fell—into place beside him.

Sirius straightens up, preparing himself to smile and nod, all the while not being able to understand a word of drunk English. He doesn’t look over, doesn’t want to be the one to initiate anything.

“It’s hot in here.”

Sirius has to look over then because the voice isn’t gruff and slurred, but young and—well, a little slurred. The boy it belongs to is young, too. Sirius would guess that they’re about the same age even, which takes him even more off guard.

The boy is also staring at him with expectant, sleepy eyes that are—Sirius doesn’t know the word for that color in English but he wants.

Sirius nods, licking his dry lips. “Hot. Yes.”

The boy doesn’t seem to mind the short response, but he does notice the accent and smiles a little dopily. “Are you from Russia?”

Sirius notices the boys accent, too. He nods, and tries to find the right word. Relief floods him when he comes up with, “England? From here? London?”

“Exactly.”

“I’m…Exactly?” Sirius questions.

Remus blinks sleepily at him, thinking hard in his champagne muddled state, then his eyes light up. “You…You are correct?”

“Ah.” Sirius nods. “Yes.” But Sirius doesn’t have a lot of time to feel pleased for himself because suddenly the boy is tilting forward a little, his eyes slipping closed. “Hey.” Sirius catches him gently by the shoulders and the boy’s eyes fly back open. His pupils are dark and blown and Sirius frowns at him. “You okay? Not look okay.” He glances at his own drink, set on the table in a hurry. “You drink?”

The boy shakes his head. “Water. I don’t drink while I’m working.”

“Working? Is party.”

The boy sends him a desperately sad look, one Sirius can’t quiet interpret. His eyes flit all across Sirius’ face, landing on his lips for a few long moments, then dragging back up to his eyes. “You’re very nice.” Is all the boy says, then closes his eyes again and bows his head a little. “Fuck. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

Sirius tightens his hold on the boy, supporting him as discretely as he can. His eyes find the mostly empty balcony, everyone having come inside to get ready for midnight. Sirius tilts the boy’s chin up with gentle fingers. “Hey, I’m—I’m take outside. Help.”

The boy nods. “That sounds nice.” He lets Sirius support most of his weight as they walk towards the open terrace doors. Sirius can already feel the bite of winter from here, but it feels nice, especially with this boy so warm in his arms. London is busy below them and he lets himself pretend for just a second that they’re here together. Maybe that they will kiss at midnight. He knows that’s the tradition. He pretends that they never want to be parted, and that maybe this boy loves him—

It’s just a second. He’s had some champagne. He figures he can allow himself a second.

“You not drink?” Sirius asks again. The question sounds stupid being repeated but he doesn’t know how to translate his are you sure.

The boy shakes his head firmly again, then winces at the motion and lets it loll onto Sirius’ shoulder. “No. I…No.”

Sirius nods, suddenly feeling a little uneasy, but the boy just sighs and ducks his head beneath Sirius’ chin. Sirius’ chest catches with the warm breath on his neck. “‘m sorry, this is so inappropriate.”

Sirius doesn’t know that last word, but he catches the “sorry” and so he hesitantly places his arm around Remus’ back. “Most okay.” He rubs small circles. “I’m—I’m think you go? Home? Not feel good, go home.”

“Can’t.” Remus mumbles into Sirius’ skin, lips brushing his neck. “He paid for the night.” And then, softly. “What’s your name?”

“Sirius.” Sirius says. “What’s your name?”

“Remus.” He—Remus—looks up at him then.

Sirius smiles gently at him. “Hi.” He wants to ask what he meant that he was receiving money tonight. He looked down at Remus’ outfit, but he didn’t seem to be a waiter. He was dressed in a simple suit, one that was clearly not tailored to fit him but nice all the same, the lines clean.

Remus blinks. “Hi.”

“Remus! There you are, boy.”

Sirius looks up to see David leaning against the doorframe, two flukes in hand. While he instinctively pulls Remus closer, Remus straightens up like Sirius burned him.

“Hello, Mr. Carrow.”

“I see you’ve met Sirius here.” David comes closer, pushing one of the glasses into Remus’ hands and settling Sirius with a hard gaze. “Looking a little cozy.”

“I wasn’t feeling very well. Sirius offered to help me outside.”

“Is not feel well.” Sirius says because, suddenly, everything is making perfect sense. The money. Mr. Carrow. “Remus—go home?”

David laughs, hardy and cruel, and tucks Remus roughly beneath his arm and out of Sirius’. “God, Sirius, listen to you stuttering. I think you don’t understand.”

Sirius feels hot annoyance prickle beneath his skin. “I’m understand.” You’re taking advantage of this boy who feels like he has no choice. You’re a sick fuck. Sirius has heard, through Barry’s translation, the horrible things David says about his wife to his friends. He’s suffered through many dinner parties while working this project, all of them having after dinner drinks where things have been said about people’s partners that make him sick to think about, not to mention repeat. He knows exactly what’s going on. He vows right there to never work with David again, no matter how much it pays.

David almost scowls. Almost. Sirius can see it play at the corners of his mouth before he jerks it into a smile. “Very well. It’s about time for everyone to head to the after party, anyway. You should maybe go home yourself, Mr. Black. It will be too loud for you to understand anything.”

Sirius looks back at Remus who has barely looked up since David got here. He may seem Sirius’ age, he probably is, but right there, on the balcony with the snow beginning to fall, he looks young and fragile. And Sirius may only know his name, but he feels a wild sort of protection flare in his chest as David drags Remus out of view.

Remus looks back once, and Sirius feels that look settle heavy in his chest.

Sirius doesn’t forget about him, not even when its been almost nine months and he comes across David again at a convention. He saw David’s face and thought, Remus, before David even brought him up.

“A good time, I’ll tell you that.” David grins out of one corner of his mouth. “You can fuck him like an animal and he’ll be as loud as you want. Never complains. Can send him on his way right after with a limp and not even then.”

Sirius makes a split second decision for the sake of those eyes, whose color he can’t quite name yet. They remind him of warm sand of Miami and…something sweet. He smiles to himself at the thought and lets David take it as a smile at the disgusting joke he just made about Remus’ ass.

“Ask him for Remus’ contact information.” He says to Barry in Russian.

Barry shoots him a vaguely alarmed look. “I didn’t know you were interested in…that kind of operation.”

“I’m not. I’m interested in keeping someone who is kind safe.”

Barry’s eyes soften some at that and he relays the message.

Later that night, Sirius has set up a meeting at a hotel in London. Suite twelve.

[21stcenturyhope]

PJM // Sweet Dreams

Park Jimin

summary: people met their soulmates through their dreams but your situation just got a little more complicated

genre: slight angst, fluff ending

length: 1.3k words

notes: this is an alternate ending to the Jimin soulmate AU I wrote, here. thanks @eyajoon​ for the request! 

You sat by the purple river beneath the cotton candy trees. Food was sprawled out on the picnic blanket as you waited for Jimin to meet you.

For almost a year now, you had been meeting Jimin in your dreams. At first, you had thought that it was just another random, normal dream. But as he began to frequent your dreams more often, you recognized the dreams for what they really were - it was how all soulmates first met each other.

Soon enough, the dreams became a nightly occurrence. You couldn’t wait for night to fall so that you could see Jimin again. In these dreams, his voice rang out clearly and his touch felt real.

The two of you learned quickly though that any attempt at sharing your location or contact information was instantly forgotten the next day when you woke up. Coincidentally, during a stressful time at work, you also discovered that taking sleeping pills prevented you from meeting Jimin in your dreams at all during the night.

So, you treasured the little time you had with Jimin each night. Only fate would determine when the two of you could meet in real life.

“Y/N!”

You looked up to see Jimin running towards you. You couldn’t help the smile that came to your voice. Too excited, you got up and ran to meet him halfway. When you finally reached Jimin, you took a big leap right into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist.

Your lips met in a heated kiss which seemed to never end. When the two of you finally broke apart, he let you back down gently and rested his forehead against yours.

“Is it crazy to miss you so much even though I just saw you last night?”

“I was just thinking the same thing,” you giggled.

The two of spent the remainder of your shared dream lying leisurely by the river with you occasionally feeding Jimin grapes. The two of you happily chatted about how your days had been, relishing the sweet opportunity to be in each other’s presence.

Suddenly, the ground beneath you began to shake and the sky split in half with a loud, echoing crack.

You woke up with a start.

An uneasy feeling began to settle in your stomach. Your dreams with Jimin had never ended so suddenly nor so violently. What if something happened to Jimin last night in his sleep?

You shared all of your concerns with your roommate over a cup of coffee that morning.

“Hmmm… I get why you’re worried, Y/N. Just try to focus at work today and go to bed early tonight when you come home. If he doesn’t return to your dreams tonight, then you really have something to worry about.”

You nodded in agreement but that queasy feeling stayed with you all day.

~

Contrary to your roommate’s advice, you were unable to focus at work today and you were relieved to finally be home. As you were brushing your teeth while getting ready for bed, your roommate appeared behind you in the mirror.

“Y/N! My uncle managed to get me tickets and backstage passes to BTS! Tell me you’ll come with me,” she pleaded.

“That’s the group you’ve been into lately, right?”

“Yes, a glorious group comprised of the seven most beautiful men I’ve ever seen.”

“Prove it,” you teased after spitting out your toothpaste.

As if she was already prepared, your roommate whipped out your phone and began to name off the members.

“That one is Jungkook, he’s talented in everything he does. And that one’s…” Your breath hitched as your eyes landed on the last member your roommate was introducing.

“Jimin…”

“Wow, even you’ve heard of Jimin. Gorgeous, isn’t he? It’s a shame that he has a girlfriend now.”

“What?” You felt like you had just been run over with a truck at your roommate’s revelation.

“Yeah, the media reported on it just a couple weeks ago before leaving for tour. He was seen with some female idol from another company. They were even looking at engagement rings. But we can still admire his beauty up close, what do you say? Will you go with me?”

“Sure… I’m going to head off to bed first though, okay?”

After tucking yourself beneath the covers, you reached over to your bedside table to grab the bottle of leftover sleeping pills you had. After learning about his potential fiancée, you weren’t quite ready to face him just yet.

~

The day of the concert finally approached. You had taken sleeping pills every night since you first learned Jimin was part of BTS. It wasn’t only because you were unwilling to see him but you also had trouble falling asleep at night due to your heartbreak.

You hadn’t told you roommate who Jimin was to you, afraid to ruin her happy mood. So, you quietly followed her backstage where the two of you waited to meet the members. One by one, the members began to file into the room. Your roommate excitedly greeted them while you could only muster a polite smile.

“You’ll have to forgive Jimin,” Namjoon was telling your roommate. “He’s always late.”

Your heart clenched painfully and you could feel your breath shorten when you realized you’d finally come face-to-face with the man who was supposed to be the love of your life. Panic set in and you grabbed your roommate by the arm to get her attention.

“I need to leave,” you whispered into her ear. “Jimin… he’s him.”

“Oh, Y/N…” your roommate’s eyes clearly expressed her sympathy. “I’ll go with you.”

You shook your head, indicating you wanted to be alone. Muttering some excuses to the members, you rushed out of the room with your head down. Before you could make it out the door, you collided into what seemed like a hard surface. A pair of arms caught you before you fall backwards.

“I’m so sorry! Are you okay?”

Your whole body stiffened. You could recognize that voice anywhere. You had waited over 365 days to hear it in real life. You gave into temptation and looked up at Jimin. His features were just as beautiful as they were in your dreams.

“Y/N?! Oh, thank god! I thought something had happened to you when our dream ended and you didn’t come back for several nights.”

Jimin was tearing up as he pulled you into a fierce hug, his face buried into the crook of your neck.

“Y/N?” you heard Hoseok whisper. “Like the Y/N?”

“We’ll give you guys some space,” Taehyung said as he ushered everyone out of the room.

When the two of you were finally alone, you slowly extricated yourself out of Jimin’s embrace. Confused, Jimin reached back out for you but you took a few steps back away from his reach.

“Y/N, what’s wrong? I’m sorry if I’m a little overwhelming but I’m just so happy that fate has finally brought us together…”

His act of ignorance wasn’t cute to you and the next words out of your mouth were said in anger.

“Cut the crap, Jimin. I heard that you were looking at engagement rings with another woman.”

Rather than try to defend himself or become upset, a wide smile stretched across Jimin’s face.

“You mean this ring?” He pulled out a velvet box from his pocket that contained a stunning diamond ring.

“That girl was someone I used to train with at my old dance academy. She came along with me because I wanted a second opinion.”

Slowly, Jimin got down on one knee.

“We’ve spent the last year trying to find each other, Y/N. I knew I didn’t want to waste another moment when I found you. So, I bought this ring on the off chance that if I finally met you, I could ask you to marry me. What do you think?”

Tears filled your eyes as relief flooded your heart.

“I think you should ask me already.”

“Y/N, will you marry me?”

Dropping down on both knees so that you were level with him, you cupped his face as you pulled him in for a long-awaited kiss. When you finally broke apart, you gave him the answer he was looking for.

“In case you didn’t know, that was me saying yes.”

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Double The Trouble (Part 3)

Summary: After getting back to Austin for the summer, the reader’s relationship with the boys finally gets to a good place...

Masterlist

Pairing: Jared x reader x Jensen

Word Count: 5,300ish

Warnings: language, implied smut, little bit of angst, fluff

The day went by quickly. Both boys needed to restock their houses after being away for a few weeks and you helped clean or whatever needed to be done. You were coming in from setting the trash from dinner down in the garage when you saw them both sitting on the living room couch, staring out the dark back window, a storm about to roll in.

“She seems much better today,” said Jensen.

“Yeah. She’s a blend of us. Hopefully she knows we understand and aren’t angry with her,” he said.

“I think she does,” said Jensen.

“Jay. Don’t hold back. She’s your girlfriend too,” said Jared. “You’re allowed to give her a hug or kiss without me being around you know.”

“I’m a bit of a chickenshit at the start of a relationship but you already knew that,” said Jensen, giving him a quiet laugh.

“This one’s different for more than one reason though,” said Jared.

“Very true,” said Jensen. You made your way over to them, putting on one of Jensen’s records quietly before taking a seat between them on the couch. Jared leaned over and rested his head on your shoulder, listening to the thunder crack and a flash of lightning fill the room. Jensen was a bit tense, watching the first heavy fat drops hit the windows.

You nudged closer to Jensen, bringing Jared with you. You nestled your head on Jensen’s chest while you tucked into his side and threw one arm behind his back, your other wrapped around Jared’s shoulders. Jensen glanced down at you as if he wasn’t sure what to do before quickly moving his left arm around you, his right pulling himself closer to you, grazing the place where Jared had wrapped his own arm around you.

“I could get used to this,” you said.

“Mhm,” hummed Jared. You tilted your head up to Jensen, getting a nod and smile from him.

“Me too,” he said.

Over the next three weeks, the three of you eased into a rhythm of having fun during the day, date nights, concerts, getting lost exploring the city. Jensen had completely come out of his shell with you. Jared seemed happier than you’d ever seen and the boys were often laughing together like you’d heard a million times.

And then you saw your face online one Sunday morning, pictures of you kissing Jared and Jensen out on a date from two nights before. To make it worse, they were at a con, right that second. Someone would surely ask about it. You’d probably ruined both their careers in an instant.

You barely had time to start properly freaking out when you got a text from Jared.

Hey. We just saw. Take a deep breath for us. We know you’re freaking out. We love you, that hasn’t changed. We’ll call as soon as the panel is over. We knew this would happen someday. It’s alright. You’re our girl and we’ll be home as soon as we can.

You took the deep breath as instructed, taking another before you felt yourself calm down a little. He was right. You all knew it was coming. You just wished you’d gotten a little more time before the world started calling you a freak.

“Hey,” said Jared, brushing your hair out of your face when he walked in the bedroom that night. You rolled over from staring out the back window, Jensen setting down his bag before he was over too. “You were crying all day, weren’t you.”

“This is going to affect your jobs and future jobs and-”

“And we said our piece when the question got brought up at the con. You’re ours and if we couldn’t handle some mean internet comments, we wouldn’t be in this business in the first place,” said Jensen. He sat on the edge of the bed, resting your head in his lap while Jared wiped off your face with his sleeve.

“And shockingly...there’s a whole lot more support out there than there is hate,” said Jared. You lifted your head, both of them giving you smiles. “Socially, sure it’s a bit different. But we’re not doing anything wrong or bad and the fans even told us how happy we looked and acted at the con. Even if they thought different, this is our lives, us three. I’m not giving you up ever and neither is Jensen.”

“Okay,” you said, nuzzling your head back into Jensen’s leg, trying to lean into Jared’s hand on your cheek but having a hard time deciding which way to go.

“Someone wants a cuddle,” said Jensen, bending down and kissing you. “I’m gonna shower quick if you want first dibs, Jare.”

“I’ll take it,” he said. Jensen headed into the bathroom, Jared following him and returning with a warm washcloth, bending down in front of you when you sat up. He helped clean off your face, bumping his nose to yours when he finished. “Okay baby?”

“Yeah. I didn’t want anyone to say anything bad to you guys,” you said, closing your eyes. “You don’t deserve that.”

“You don’t either,” he said, pressing his lips to yours. “I love you.”

“I love you,” you said.

“Did you grab some dinner?” he asked.

“Yeah. I put the leftovers in the fridge for you guys,” you said.

“Mind if I get some before our cuddle?” he asked.

“No,” you said, giggling slightly. “No, I’m feeling better now. I was more scared about losing you guys but I don’t think I ever had to be worried about that.”

“Never, baby,” he said. “I’ll be back in a minute if you want to relax.”

“Alright,” you said. Jared took off and you stood up to stretch, spotting their open bags with dirty clothes. You gathered them up and tossed them in the basket. You debated going in the bathroom but you’d be in and out quick to grab Jensen’s dirty ones. You ducked inside and picked them up off the floor, nearly out of there when the steamed up shower door opened and you caught sight of wet feet. You slammed your eyes shut, Jensen shuffling around for a moment.

“I could have gotten the laundry,” he said gently. You shook your head, a wet finger grazing your cheek. “You can open your eyes, honey.”

Keeping your head high, you opened your eyes, catching Jensen’s green ones staring back. His hair was dark, spiked up in some places, matted down in others.

“You look so cute,” you said, smiling for a moment like he wasn’t there.

“You too,” he said. You kept your gaze up, Jensen chuckling before he rested his thumb on your chin. “I got a towel on. You can look.”

“We haven’t done this yet,” you breathed out.

“You’ve seen me without a shirt on before,” he said.

“You’re pretty much naked,” you said.

“Almost,” he said. “It is a bit nerve wracking.”

“Jensen,” you said, hearing a hum from him as your gaze went down to his chest. “Maybe tomorrow. Not tonight.”

“Hey, no pressure. Ever,” he said.

“I know. But I think it’s time,” you said.

“Whatever you want, honey.”

“Alright you two crazy kids,” said Jared the next night, hopping up from the couch. “I’m crashing at my place tonight. Have some responsible fun now.”

He gave you a wink and a kiss, smirking at Jensen.

“Don’t let this one handle you too hard,” he teased.

“She can handle me however she wants,” said Jensen back.

“Have fun guys,” said Jared. The house was quiet after he left, Jensen rubbing the back of his neck.

“Come on,” you said. You slid over next to him on the couch and straddled his hips, Jensen staring up with hooded eyes as you threw your arms around the back of his neck.

“I so didn’t strike you as an on top kind of girl,” he said. “Not that I have a problem with that.”

“We’re both nervous and I remember the first time I did this with Jared he gave me some advice,” you said.

“Which was?” he breathed out.

“Just kiss me and I’m yours,” you said. “I wasn’t so nervous once we got into it all.”

“I think I better kiss you then,” he said. He shot a hand to the back of your head, pulling you in as you leaned forward. He was more serious than Jared, more serious than his usual self even. You pulled back for a split second, staring him down. He smirked and gently tugged on your bottom lip, turning it into more of a game, a game you were enjoying as he rolled you off his lap and onto the couch. He leaned over you, taking control for a minute, slowing the kiss down. You pushed back on his shoulders until his back hit the cushions, Jensen panting quietly as you planted a harsh kiss on him.

“Bedroom,” you said. He nodded his head, smiling wide. You pulled him to his feet and into his room, kissing a few more times as you took your time undoing the buttons on his shirt. You pushed the material to the floor, Jensen hooking his thumbs at the bottom of your own shirt and pushing it over your head. You felt your cheeks start to heat up but ignored it as you kept undressing one another. When he spun around to kick off his jeans you froze up, wrapping your arms over yourself.

“Hey,” he said, a certain softness in his voice you hadn’t heard before. He gently took hold of your hands but didn’t pry them away from your body. “You’re beautiful.”

“Sorry. Still nervous,” you said.

“Me too,” he said. “Do you want to keep going?”

You smiled and nodded, giving him a kiss while you moved your hands away. You felt his own rest on your hips, his thumbs rubbing circles into the skin.

“You are gorgeous,” he murmured.

“Why don’t you take the rest off,” you breathed out. He hummed and moved his hand around your back, working your bra off, keeping his gaze focused on your face while you shimmied out of your underwear.

“Correction. You’re fucking gorgeous,” he said. You giggled, Jensen pulling you closer to the bed. You ran your thumbs over the edge of his boxer briefs, glancing down to see him straining to get out of them. “S’okay.”

You pushed the underwear down, blinking slowly a few times as he kicked them aside. His cheeks were a little pink by the time you looked up.

“I guess they’re right about everything being bigger in Texas,” you said.

“I don’t think you’ll have a problem with that,” he said, working you back towards the bed. You sat down on it, Jensen smiling as he sank down to his knees. You tilted your head, Jensen tsking you. “Ladies first.”

“I hope you’re not a gentleman all the time,” you said.

“Oh no, not at all. But tonight, I’m all yours.”

The covers were mostly kicked off when you woke up the next morning, Jensen wearing a soft and sleepy smile while he lay beside you.

“Morning,” he said, kissing you and moving some hair out of your face. “Have fun last night?”

“Yeah,” you said, kissing his bicep when you were too lazy to move. He chuckled and lifted your chin up, leaning over for you. “I’m glad we finally did that.”

“I’m not sure I’m quite ready to have someone else in the room or bed yet,” he said, getting a nod from you. “But maybe someday.”

“I don’t think any of us are there yet,” you said. “Want to get Jared over for breakfast?”

“I already texted him. He’s bringing it over,” he said.

“Mmm, smart boys. Glad I fell for the smart boys,” you said. “Better get up for him then.”

“We can stay a few more minutes,” said Jensen, flashing you a smirk.

“Alright. Alright. A few more.”

“Hey Jare bear,” you said that night, sticking your head in his bedroom. He said he wasn’t feeling well that afternoon and he decided to stay at his own place, claiming he didn’t want to get you or Jensen sick. He hadn’t acted like it, only a bit more quiet than usual but if he didn’t feel good, you’d take him at his word.

He was asleep in bed and you gave him a sad smile. You pulled out some medicine and tissues for him you’d bought and set them on his nightstand, refilling his glass of water from the bathroom. He sighed quietly and you spun around, Jared popping open an eye slowly.

“Hey babe. You feeling okay?” you asked, rubbing your hand over his head. He didn’t feel warm and he barely met your gaze. “You’re not sick, huh.”

“Sorry. I shouldn’t have lied,” he said, shutting his eyes again.

“Jared. Talk to me. You having a bad day?” you asked.

“Yeah,” he said.

“You know, before we were even dating, we came up with bad day rules,” you said. “Supposed to talk to me, or someone or just have someone there and you don’t have to talk.”

“I know,” he said.

“Okay,” you said, climbing on the bed beside him. You pulled his head into your lap, Jared nuzzling you a few times before he began to relax. He was quiet and you only moved to send Jensen a quick text that you’d be at Jared’s that night.

You smiled when you saw his response and set the phone to the side for a moment.

“Jared. Jensen wants to know if you want him here too,” you said. “Or just me. Either way is okay with him he said.”

“No,” said Jared. You nodded and reached for your phone, Jared sighing. “Wait. Yes. He can come.”

“Does this have something to do with Jensen?” you asked softly, running your fingers through his hair. He didn’t speak, only lay there while you continued the soothing motion.

“It’s not what you’re thinking. I’m not jealous or anything so please don’t worry over that,” he said.

“Okay, babe,” you said, moving your thumb over his cheek, tickling the beard that’d grown in. He turned into it, starting to relax a bit more.

“I realized there are things I can’t ever give you now, things you should have and-“

“Sh. I have you and Jensen. That’s what I want,” you said.

“Your life would be so much easier if you just went with him. He’s not screwed up. You don’t have to deal with this the rest of your life or-“

“You are not screwed up. He isn’t perfect. None of us are. I want to deal with the both of you. I got what I want. What matters to me is that you get what you want too,” you said.

“I got that,” he said quietly.

“If there’s a problem with you and Jensen, we need to talk about this,” you said.

“There’s no problem,” he said.

“Okay then. Can he come over cause he’s texting me non stop over here worried about you,” you said.

“Yeah. Yeah, he can come over.”

Jared was in better spirits but was still off when Jensen came over. He hummed as he walked in the bedroom, taking a seat on the bed before they both were looking at you.

“I think you boys should talk,” you said. “About your relationship.”

Jensen raised an eyebrow and Jared made a face but you giggled and shook your head.

“You two love each other but you’re on edge and I want you to talk through it. For both your sakes. You’ve both said things to me that make me realize we have forgotten this part of the relationship. You two were best friends long before I showed up. Get back to that, please,” you said.

They were both quiet. Jensen nodded and turned to Jared.

“I know I’ve let you down a lot the past few months and not been there when I should have been. I know I got distant and that was a shitty thing to do. But we’re best friends again and I need to know you’re okay. You don’t...you don’t know how much I need to know that you’re okay,” he said. “Alright?”

“Why'd you stop talking to me?” asked Jared. “Like actually talking, not the small talk that was going on.”

“It hurt, seeing you two together. I needed time to get over that and separating myself was working. I told myself it was working anyways. But I was losing both my best friends. It was wrong. I tell you all the time you can talk to me or we can just hang out and I’m there. And I didn’t talk when I knew better. I didn’t even want to be around you,” said Jensen. “I’m sorry.”

“Okay,” said Jared. “I get it. Trust me, I get not wanting to talk about stuff and the distance thing. But Y/N had a point I think. We have to take care of each other too. It sounds like we got her settled into this better but not us.”

“There’s more than one relationship in this. You two have to care about the one you guys have and I don’t want your relationship to just be about me now either,” you said.

“We’ll be better about it,” said Jensen.

“Promise,” said Jared. “I’m sorry too.”

“For what?” asked Jensen.

“I could have showed off less that I was dating Y/N. I was excited and I knew-“

“Shut up. We’re good,” said Jensen. “You two let me in when you didn’t have to. We’re all good.”

“Alright,” said Jared.

“Okay. Where’s your beanie?” asked Jensen. Jared sat up and looked around for one, Jensen smirking before he got up and went over to his bag. He pulled one out and pulled it down over Jared’s head. “Take that one, buddy.”

You tilted your head, Jensen raising an eyebrow.

“You got your bad Jared day ways and I got mine,” he said.

“I’ll have to remember that one,” you said. “You feel any better?”

“Mhm,” said Jared, rubbing his eyes. “Kind of tired.”

“Movie in bed?” you asked. Jared nodded and Jensen grabbed his bag, heading for the door when you scowled. “Where are you going?”

“Guest room? Like I normally do when we crash here?” he said.

“Watch the movie with us,” you said.

“Yeah dude. I won’t pull the yawn and stretch move on you,” said Jared, sounding more like himself.

“Well what incentive do I have to stay now, buttercup?” teased Jensen.

“Asshole.”

“Dick,” said Jensen. “You guys sure you’re okay with...not alone time?”

“I’m not really in the mood for that tonight anyways,” you said, Jared giving you a smile. “I’m just going to put on some pajamas quick.”

You cut through Jared’s bathroom to the closet, finding one of his t shirts and pulling it on. You looked around for some boxers to use for shorts and almost jumped when you spotted Jensen in the bathroom.

“Sorry,” he said. He went into the bathroom and shut the door, exiting after a minute in boxers and a shirt, stuffing his other clothes in his backpack. He glanced at you as you looked around for a clean pair of Jared’s. A pair navy shorts were suddenly at your feet, Jensen nodding at you. “They’re clean.”

“Thanks,” you said.

You finished getting dressed and pulled your hair out of it’s messy bun, shaking it out. Back in the bedroom, Jensen was sitting on the end of the bed picking something out, Jared curled up on his side, your favorite blanket out already. You hummed as you flipped off the light and crawled into bed with him, Jensen turning something on and tossing the remote back towards you.

You patted the spot beside you, Jensen moving around to sit back against the headboard. You stared at him and he shifted his body down to lay. You were less cramed than you thought you’d be, the middle of the bed nice and warm with the two of them tucking you in like that. Jared shifted under the covers and you handed the blanket to Jensen, his gaze going over to Jared. He nodded and Jensen tossed it over himself, nuzzling down until he relaxed and promptly fell asleep jammed up against your back.

“Early night?” you said, Jared’s face sleepy again. He hummed as you hit off the TV, the room going dark. He shifted closer, taking a few deep breaths before he drifted. His arm found yours and pulled it to his chest, Jensen moving in his sleep, tossing his own over your waist.

They were both cuddlers whether they were willing to admit it or not. But when they both finally fell into deep sleep around you, you smiled and had a little hope that maybe this would all work out the way it was supposed to.

“Hey, Nolan,” said Jared, giving him a wave when he wandered into Jensen’s backyard a few weekends later. You saw your parents trail in after him, Jensen giving them a wave from over where he was chatting with his own parents and brother. “We got drinks in the coolers, burgers and dogs for food, snacks up on the porch and a heated swimming pool.”

“Two handsome and rich boyfriends,” said Nolan, tilting his head at you. “Seriously, I’ll take whatever one you’ll give me.”

“No! They’re both mine,” you said.

“Yeah, yeah,” he mumbled, giving Jared a smile as he set their cooler down by the others.

“So,” said your mom with a smile, spotting Jared’s parents by the pool. “This is...different.”

“I got two boys to intimidate. This is going to be exhausting,” said your dad, grabbing Jared by the arm and tugging him away. “I’ll bring him back in one piece. Come on tall one. We’re having a little chat.”

“He does know I’m not a little girl right?” you said.

“Oh you know he’s been wrapped around your finger from the second he laid eyes on you, even if he doesn’t know the best way to say it,” she said. “So both the boys parents are here?”

“Yeah, and siblings. It’s just family. We thought it’d be a good idea, answer any questions anyone had, not that anything’s come up so far,” you said. “We’re all starting to get a bit serious so we thought it was time.”

“Don’t seem that complicated to me,” said Nolan, grabbing a beer and cracking it open. “Hey, these people assholes or anything?”

“No, Nolan. Both the boys families are very open to...this situation,” you said. “Go play nice.”

“Well we live in hickville of hick county so I don’t know how open these people are to unconventional relationships,” he said.

“Behave, Nol or I won’t help you find a hot boyfriend,” you said.

“Really,” he deadpanned.

“To be fair she is good at getting attractive men in her life,” said your mom. “I think I’ll go have a chat with Jared’s parents while their son is interrogated.”

“Lovely,” you said. “Oh and I’m serious. Jared’s got a friend in town he thinks you might get along with.”

“I don’t even live here,” he said.

“Well maybe it’s time you got out of hickville too, get someplace better for you. Both these guys got side businesses involving beer. I can hook you up like that, normal shifts,” you said.

“I’ll think about it, sis,” he said, heading off towards the guys sisters. “But get me that guy’s number, hm?”

“Alright, Casanova,” you laughed. You wandered over to Jensen, getting a kiss on the cheek from him. “Hey, my father is going to probably scar you for life in about two minutes just as a heads up.”

“Looking forward to it,” he said. “He’s not terrifying at all.”

“Your folks okay with this all?” asked Jensen’s dad.

“Yeah,” said Jensen. “They helped us get back together when we hit a rough path at the start.”

“I imagine there were a few,” he said. You swallowed, suddenly wanting to get out of the conversation when Jensen’s hand found your own and laced your fingers together. “You can’t help who you fall for.”

“Mhm,” you said, Jensen’s thumb rubbing over the back of your hand, easing away some of the nerves that’d built back up again.

“Well he’s happy and Jared’s happy and you seem happy when you forget to be nervous so something must be working out,” said his dad.

“I think it is,” you said, giving Jensen a smile before your dad whistled and curled a finger at him.

“If I don’t survive, I love ya,” he said. Jensen peeled away and Jared walked over with a blank face.

“You can’t ever break up with me,” he said.

“Oh really? What’d he say?” you asked.

“If you ever come home like that again, it’s not going to be good, like lifetime movie not good,” he said. “Also, you apparently eating ketchup on ice cream is so not just a kid thing. You still-“

“And I’m gone,” you said. “I’m gonna start getting food ready if you want to fire up the grill.”

“Can do, baby.”

Six Months Later

“Morning,” mumbled Jared against the back of your neck. You made some kind of incoherent sound that woke up Jensen, his hand on your waist tugging you closer. Jared’s pressed up right below his and pulled you back, the two of them having a tug of war over you until Jensen moved closer and trapped you between them. “Better.”

“You’re moving tomorrow, Padalecki,” mumbled Jensen. It was almost funny to you how close they’d gotten the longer you’d been together. They could both be touching you in bed now without it being a big deal, both wrap you up like this to make you feel safe. Jensen was more open than ever, talking about things that bothered him, with you or Jared even. Jared was happier than when it’d just been the two of you. The three of you had always been in it together. It’d simply taken some time to see that.

“It’s my turn to make coffee,” grumbled Jensen.

“Yeah it is,” teased Jared.

“Well it’s Y/N’s to make breakfast,” he teased back.

“We better get up before he tries to get all in charge,” you said.

“It is cute when he tries, isn’t it?” said Jared.

“I hate you both,” he said, shaking his head. “You want that tea stuff you been having, Jared?”

“Yeah, thanks,” he said. Jensen hummed as he got out of bed and left the room, Jared rolling you over to face him. “I’m glad we did this, gave this a shot.”

“Me too. You two are incredible,” you said, kissing him softly.

“We were talking last night,” he said. You heard Jensen re-enter the room, walking around to sit on Jared’s side of the bed as he sat up. You sat up with him, both staring at you and giving you goofy smiles.

“We can’t really make this official,” said Jensen.

“But we’d like to do our own thing if that’s okay with you,” said Jared.

“What…” you said.

“Us three. We aren’t calling it engaged but...what’d we say? Full time best friends forever or something like that?” asked Jensen.

“Whatever we want to call it, we want to do this for the long haul,” said Jared.

“Are you two not-proposing proposing?” you asked, a smile growing bigger and bigger on your face.

“We got to come up with better names for this stuff,” said Jensen with a laugh.

“Guys?” you asked. Jensen nodded to Jared, a smirk crossing his face.

“Y/N, would you be my girlfriend wife thingy forever and we already talked but Jensen would you be my best friend forever?” asked Jared.

“Yes,” you said with a laugh. “We can work on the names but yes.”

“Yeah, again,” said Jensen with a laugh. “Jared, you want to keep being my best buddy?”

“Yeah,” he said, Jensen turning to you.

“Want to be my girl for as long as we got?” he asked.

“Yes,” you said. “I’ll be your girl. I like being both of yours girl and I like having my boys.”

“I heard two yeses. I think she’s stuck with us,” said Jensen.

“She didn’t really want to go anywhere else though, did she?” teased Jared. Jensen smirked as he leaned over, kissing your cheek. “Now’s probably a good time to tell you we both actually have the day off and we called you in sick last night so we could spend the day celebrating.”

“I love you both so much,” you said, giving them soft smiles. You shifted closer and gave them each a kiss, throwing one arm around them each, their own arms pulling you into a big embrace. “I love that the both of you have never treated me any differently because of the way I feel and that you tried this so we could all be happy and I’m really happy to get to have both of you but also see you two together and I’m kind of babbling but I really love you guys.”

“We love you too,” said Jared. “We love you so much and I’m glad we went for this too.”

“I’m glad Jensen told us how he felt,” you said.

“Me too,” he said, no shyness in his face. “So to start the day, I’m going to make a big heaping breakfast and I will leave Mr. Padalecki here to keep you thoroughly entertained while I go cook.”

“Or you could both entertain me and then we can all go cook together?” you said, biting your bottom lip.

“That could be arranged,” said Jared, grabbing your hips and pulling you into his lap. “You know we love getting you on our own.”

“But together is a whole lot of fun,” said Jensen, tilting your head so he could kiss you. “Want us both right now?”

“Want you both forever,” you said.

“You got us,” said Jared.

“Good,” you said, Jared giving you his own kiss before Jensen pressed up behind you. “Boys?”

“Mhm?” hummed Jensen, kissing your neck.

“I love you,” you said. They looked at each, big smiles playing on their faces.

“We know,” they said together. “We love you too.”