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rosanna-writer · 1 year ago

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The Dust of the Stars in Her Eyes. (4/7)

Summary: Feyre Archeron didn't want a prince, just a night off and a dress. But when the mating bond snaps for Rhysand at the ball where his father is pressuring him to choose a wife, he'll do anything to keep Feyre close—even convince her to fake an engagement to him. Warnings: None Pairing: Feysand Chapter Word Count: ~2k

Happy Day Four of @officialfeysandweek2023! And we're back with more of Rhys losing his entire mind.

You can find it below the cut or here on AO3.

Chapter One: The Prince is Giving a Ball | Chapter Two: I Have Found Her | Chapter Three: So Why is the Fellow Going Crazy? | Chapter Four: I Wake in the Loneliness of Sunrise

Rhysand didn't sleep that night. It was impossible, knowing that Feyre was in his sister's room just down the hall. All he could do was stare at the ceiling and replay the night in his head, wishing the circumstances had been different. Feyre had slotted herself into the House of Wind—and if Rhys was being honest, his heart—as if she'd always been there, which made it so much worse that all of this was going to be temporary.

A mating bond might be a gift from the Cauldron, but when you were a High Lord's heir, that gift came with strings.

The sun was beginning to peek over the horizon when the door opened. Rhys didn't bother getting up—only one person came into his room without knocking anymore.

"I'd say I hope you know what you're doing," Rhiannon said, "but I know for a fact that you don't."

Still staring at the ceiling, Rhys said, "Have you come to lecture me, sister dear?"

"Yes."

Rhys sighed and sat up, scowling at her. It was bad enough his parents had actually agreed on something for once, lecturing him like a disobedient youngling for his behavior at last night's party. The worst part of it all had been that they'd had a point. He'd barely kept his instincts in check, and it had been obvious to everyone that the night had nearly ended in violence. And it would have, if Rhiannon hadn't reminded him that Feyre deserved the chance to decide her stepmother's fate herself. Rhys wouldn't rob her of that.

"Then get it over with."

Rhiannon perched on the side of the bed and poked Rhys in the stomach. "Then pay attention." Rhys shot her a glare but said nothing. She continued, "Be careful with Feyre."

"Do you really think I wish harm on my—"

"She's in over her head, Rhys. She's amazing and doing her best, but she could come away from this very hurt. Be. Careful."

She was right, and Rhys had stayed up half the night torturing himself with thoughts about how this could go wrong. Rhiannon and Mor seemed convinced it would, and mind-to-mind, they'd pushed him to tell Feyre about the bond sooner rather than later. He raked a hand through hair mussed from hours of tossing and turning.

"I won't let anyone hurt her. Not even me."

Rhiannon stood from the bed, apparently satisfied. She crossed the room to leave, then paused with a hand on the doorknob and looked back over her shoulder. "Good. If you mess this up badly enough that she rejects the bond, I hope there's still a chance I can stay friends with her," she said softly.

And with that, she left. Rhys considered going back to bed.

But there was too much that needed doing for that—at the very least, his brothers would kill him if they found out about his engagement through the rumor mill. And weeks ago, he'd made plans to meet with the camp-lords in Illyria after Starfall, figuring that he'd probably want to get away from Velaris after what he was sure would be a complete disaster of a ball.

But he hadn't counted on an engagement to an Illyrian.

Rhys refused to force his way into Feyre's mind, but through the bond, he could feel that she was awake. He caressed her shields with a talon, a request for permission. She let him in.

How do you feel about coming with me to Illyria and helping me make a point this morning?

At first, Feyre didn't reply, but Rhys sensed her confusion and wariness. He prayed to the Mother she'd agree to come with.

What sort of point are we making?

That I'm attracted to you because of—not in spite of—that large wingspan of yours. And that your ability to fly is in no way a threat to my masculinity.

When do we leave?

Alone in his room, Rhysand grinned. He let Feyre know where to find a set of leathers and a bow, then tried to contain his excitement as he washed up and got ready for the day. When he'd scheduled these meetings, he hadn't anticipated that the trip to Illyria might be fun.

Feyre met him on the balcony, and Rhys had thought she'd looked perfect in her gown the night before. But in truth, he wasn't prepared for what the sight of Feyre in Illyrian leathers with a weapon strapped to her back would do to him.

His own wings were out, and he smirked as he watched her take in the sight of them. He flared them out wide behind him, preening like a peacock. Cauldron, he couldn't remember the last time he'd been this desperate to impress a female.

A female, he reminded himself, that could only be in his life a short while.

But Rhys decided he'd enjoy it for now because the way she seemed to struggle to drag her gaze from his wings back to his face sent a rush of heat and male pride through him. Fake engagement or not, Feyre wanted him, and if circumstances were different, she would have woken up in his bed that morning.

"Ready to go?" she said.

"With you? Always," Rhys said, then launched himself into the sky, glancing back over his shoulder at Feyre as she followed suit.

Normally, flying cleared Rhys's head like nothing else. But the urge to stop and stare at the sight of Feyre's wings beating was ferociously strong. He'd be lucky if they made it to Illyria without him falling out of the sky.

After a few minutes, he tapped on her mental shields again. Still unused to it, Feyre turned and looked at him as she dropped them. I doubt it will come up, Rhys said, but in case anyone asks, you should know about my mother's ring.

In truth, the ring was Feyre's now, but Rhys could hardly tell her that. But it would gut him to send anyone else after it. At this rate, it would remain in that cottage forever.

There is an heirloom ring that's been passed from female to female in my family for generations. My mother gave it to the Weaver and said if I were to marry or mate, the female would have to get it back. If she couldn't, then she wouldn't survive the marriage.

It was a long time before Feyre answered, and Rhys began to fear he'd gravely miscalculated. For a moment, he half-expected her to turn around and fly straight back to Velaris.

Good luck to the poor woman you send after it one day.

Rhys couldn't string together enough words for a reply. He pulled out of her mind before he inadvertently told her everything and created a larger disaster. Instead, he dove towards the ground, just for a chance to let the wind sting his face a bit, before climbing back upwards.

It wasn't long until Windhaven appeared below them. Rhys held his wings out wide to slow his descent as he glided towards the center of the camp. Just as he'd hoped, heads snapped up at the sight of the High Lord's son arriving with a female. And as usual, none of them looked particularly thrilled to see him.

Rhys landed directly in front of Devlon, who was staring at Feyre through narrowed eyes. "Who is this?" Devlon spat.

Feyre landed gracefully on the grass next to him, and Rhys held a hand out for her. She took it and let him pull her closer, then rest his palm on the small of her back, right below the bow between her wings. It hardly took any effort to sound delighted as Rhys said, "Feyre Archeron, future Lady of the Night Court. My fiancee."

He'd made sure to say it loud enough that the rest of the Illyrians going about their day around them heard every word. Many of them stopped what they were doing and watched the conversation with open interest. They took everything in: the bow, the fighting leathers, the way she seemed comfortable and relaxed with Rhys so close to her wings.

Feyre kissed his cheek, as casually as if it was something she did every day. Rhys gave her a soft smile, one clearly meant just for her despite their growing audience, then returned to glaring daggers at Devlin. In some parts of Illyria, females who trained to fight were deemed unmarriageable. But he'd do his damnedest to show that Feyre was wanted—by a Carynthian—even armed and even with her wings intact.

She looked at Devlon as if she were sizing him up, then said mildly, "Is it so surprising to see an Illyrian in Illyria? Or is there something else?"

Devlon ignored it, still looking at Rhys as he said, "Congratulations on finding another half-breed."

"Feyre has just as much a right to be here as you and I," Rhys said evenly, holding back a warning growl. He wasn't willing to appear as if Devlon had gotten under his skin in any way.

Devlon clearly didn't agree, but there was nothing to be done about it, not when Rhys held authority and could best Devlon in a fight—or crush his mind like a grape. Both of them knew it, too. Rhys watched, face impassive, as Devlon muttered something about how Windhaven was going to the dogs, then stalked off.

"Should I take that to mean he isn't invited to the wedding?" Feyre said.

"Planning the guest list so soon?"

She took a half-step closer, and for a moment, Rhys could almost convince himself it was because she felt just as pulled to him as he did to her, not because she was playing the part of an enamored fiancee. Feyre rested a hand on his bicep, just as she had when they were dancing, but without music, there was a possessive edge to the gesture.

"Maybe I'm just eager to make you mine."

Cauldron, if she wasn't careful, half the camp would be smelling his arousal before long. Before he could think it through, Rhys found himself saying, "I'm already yours. Always will be."

A traitorous part of him wished that Feyre could see the truth in those words. He leaned in and kissed her, keeping it brief this time, as much as that pained him. But it wouldn't do to have half of Windhaven see him with his tongue in Feyre's mouth, not when he was still in the early stages of asserting his authority. Before his self-control unraveled the rest of the way, Rhys stepped back.

Feyre, it turned out, had never actually been to Windhaven. In fact, she'd hardly spent any time in Illyria at all since her father had died. It was a convenient excuse to walk around, so close the talons at the top of their wings nearly knocked together, and let the word spread that the High Lord's heir was engaged to a woman who could hold her own, and he preferred it that way.

But even the largest Illyrian camps were barren, without much to see. Cassian and Azriel were expecting him, though Rhys still wasn't sure exactly how to explain everything that had transpired last night to them. But he'd have to try, lest he risk them pummeling him into the mud for keeping news to himself.

Rhys launched himself into the air again, turning back around so he could watch Feyre do the same. After years of training, he'd seen Illyrians take off hundreds of times, and it was no more consequential than standing up or taking a step. But when Feyre did it, his breath caught. She shot him an expectant look, not sure where they were going, and Rhys veered towards his mother's house, where his brothers had been staying. It was some distance from the camp, secluded in the forest for quiet and privacy.

As he flew, Rhys considered his words carefully, weighed the pros and cons of telling his brothers about the bond—less people aware meant less risk, but they might be angry with him if Rhiannon and Mor knew but they didn't. And Feyre would certainly be upset to learn she was the very last to know. Cauldron boil and fry him—this was a mess.

And perhaps, if there hadn't been so much on his mind that morning, Rhys would have thrown up a shield before the first poison-tipped ash arrow pierced his wing.

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nightttdreamers · 2 years ago

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Night Shift | Craig x Kenny

first chapter of my new crenny fic! yeah its a fake dating AU but it’s going to be super fun and just the right amount of cheesy. very excited to share!

AO3 Link | 4k words | Chapter 1/? | Chapter 2

“Hey, McCormick,” Craig says. “You’ll do anything for a buck, right?”

Kenny cocks his head at the question. “What? I mean, it depends. But, kinda, yeah.”

Craig takes a deep breath before he asks, “You wanna be my boyfriend?”

Craig switched to the night shift.

It wasn’t hard, because no one wants the night shift at a 24 hour convenience store. When his manager, a greasy twenty-six year-old, asked him why, Craig just said he wanted time after school for extracurriculars. It was the same excuse he told his parents, who, instead of wondering why their son wanted to work from 9:00PM to 2:00AM, just said, “You do extracurriculars?”

Tolkien, Clyde, and Jimmy didn’t believe that excuse however, so he told them that he’d be making more money instead, which seemed to work.

Thankfully, nobody asked further than that.

It’s not too bad. Craig hates customers and he sees them way less than he did when he was working after school. He just sits behind the counter, plays games on his phone, does the occasional bit of homework, and tries not to think. Recently, he’s been testing the limits of the security cameras, trying to figure out blind spots. Not because he cares if people steal, of course, he couldn’t give less of a fuck. It’s just something to keep him occupied until the five hours run out.

He’s been on the night shift for over two weeks now, and he’s gotten used to the routine. He knows the students that come in after football games before they head off to their parties he’s not invited to. He knows which truck drivers will let him bum a cigarette from the packs they buy. And he knows that after midnight the store is completely dead.

Except this particular night, apparently. At one in the morning, the door opens. Craig looks up from his phone, first seeing a flash of blonde hair that makes his heart sink. But, then the blonde turns around and Craig has to hide the relief on his face.

“Craig Tucker?”

Kenny says his name with a strange familiarity, like he’s reuniting with an old friend instead of a classmate he barely speaks to. He’s not wearing that stupid traffic cone-colored parka he always has on, but instead a beat-up denim jacket, which is why Craig almost had him mistaken at first.

“Yeah?” Craig responds, raising his brows. The last thing he wants to do right now is talk to anyone from school. At least it's Kenny and not any of his idiot friends. Craig classifies Kenny as a low-level dumbass, somewhat harmless, while Stan and the others are Certified Douchebags.

“When did you start working here?” Kenny asks, stepping up to the counter.

Fuck, he wants a conversation. “I don’t know, a while ago,” Craig replies.

“But where’s the usual night shift guy? Are you covering for him?” Kenny leans over the counter a bit while he speaks, which is a little too close for comfort. Craig avoids his eyes, instead looking down at what appears to be a spot of dried blood on his white t-shirt.

“Are you bleeding?” He asks.

“Probably. Did you trade shifts with the other guy? Me and him were just starting to become pals, you know?” Kenny’s bright eyes are bouncing around everywhere as he leans back again, glancing over candy bars and cigarette cartons and five-hour energy drinks on the counter. His general enthusiasm is making Craig feel more exhausted. He wonders if the blonde is on something. He’s heard some shit about what Kenny does when he’s missing school.

“I switched shifts like two weeks ago,” Craig replies, still looking at the blood stain, which actually looks a bit fresh in the light.

“Uh-huh, got it,” Kenny nods, finally leaving the counter to look through the aisles. Craig lets out a sigh, picking up his phone again to return to his game. After a minute or so, Kenny pipes up from the chip aisle. “Hey, didn’t you and Tweek break up two weeks ago?”

Craig grips his phone, looking up at Kenny who seems to be really interested in a bag of chips right now. “Why do you care?” It’s a genuine question, but Craig still tries to sound nonchalant when he asks it.

“‘Cause gossip is fun? I dunno,” the other responds flippantly, moving on to a bag of pretzels instead. He’s turned away now, moving further down the aisle, unaware that Craig is staring daggers at him. “I heard he dumped you in the parking lot and you got so mad you smashed a car window, then got in-school-suspension for two days.”

Craig slams his phone down on the counter, but Kenny doesn’t even flinch, simply turning back to him with an innocent expression.

“What?” The other asks. “Bebe told me that she saw the whole thing.”

“She-” Craig begins, nearly raising his voice. He cuts himself off, however, gritting his teeth for a moment. “Bebe is a fucking liar.”

Kenny seems to think about this accusation before responding. “Yeah, I didn’t really believe her,” he says, then ducks into another aisle. With Kenny out of sight, Craig deflates, running a hand through his hair. He’s no stranger to gossip in South Park, in fact he might be a veteran, but it’s been a while since someone regurgitated some bullshit they heard to his face. He can’t even be too mad, considering he’s talked plenty about every other breakup in their school- Stan and Wendy, Tolkien and Wendy, Tolkien and Nichole, Nichole and Kyle, in their small school, other people’s drama is prime entertainment.

The part of it that pisses him off isn’t that people are spreading rumors about the breakup. It’s the fact that, across every untrue story, people still know that it was Tweek who dumped Craig .

Kenny drops a 6-pack of beer on the counter and Craig is so preoccupied with his thoughts that he nearly rings it up before realizing what the item is. “Is this a joke?” Craig asks, looking back up at Kenny.

“Is what a joke?” The other asks, idly picking at his lower lip with his thumb. He pulls back the skin slightly, flashing a missing tooth, though it doesn’t look like he’s even aware of what he’s doing.

“Do you seriously think I’m going to let you buy this?” He says flatly. Kenny gives him a confused look, like he sincerely doesn’t know why Craig won’t check him out. “You’re not 21 McCormick, fuck off.”

“Are you sure about that?” Kenny asks, shuffling around in his pocket before pulling out a wad of cards and cash, held together by a rubber band. He slides a card out and places it on the counter, right in front of Craig.

It’s just about the worst fake ID he’s ever seen. It’s from Wyoming, the man in the picture barely resembles Kenny except for the blonde hair, and the text is chipping in certain places. Craig picks it up, bending the card just to see how flimsy it is.

Kenny is leaning on the counter again, wearing that stupid grin he always seems to sport as he watches Craig. “So, you’re twenty-seven,” Craig deadpans.

“Yes, sir,” Kenny chirps, eyeing the nicotine products. “And a pack of camels too,” he says, then adds, “Please.”

Craig sighs, putting the ID back on the counter. “I’m not selling you anything, McCormick.”

Kenny’s smile falters, though he tries to keep it up as his hand moves from his mouth to the back of his neck, anxiously rubbing it. “Come on, man. The other night guy always took my ID. You can ask him, too. He never even got in trouble for it.” Craig simply stares at him, eyes narrow. His shift ends in less than an hour, he just wants to go home and ignore everyone, not deal with an idiot like Kenny. “Craig,” Kenny says, almost whining . “Do me a solid, I’m not even gonna drink it. It’s for my dad and he’ll get pissed, okay?”

It’s not like Craig really cares about Kenny enough to look into his personal life, but it’s impossible not to know that he doesn’t have it easy at home. And maybe it’s because he’s sleep deprived, or he just wants Kenny to leave already, but Craig grabs the Camels. “Whatever.”

Kenny grins now, somehow even wider than before, as he drums his fingers on the counter. “I knew you were a good guy. You know, everyone thinks you’re an asshole, but I knew you weren’t.”

Craig scans each item, trying to convince himself that this isn’t a terrible idea. “I am an asshole,” he says. “And that’s $17.02”

Once again, Kenny flips through his rubber-band wad and pulls out a twenty. Instead of just handing it over, he places it on the counter, then slowly slides it to Craig. “Keep the change.”

Craig, unamused, takes the bill, glancing up at Kenny. “Really?”

“Hell no,” Kenny says with a laugh, grabbing his change once Craig puts it on the counter. He pauses, then leaves three dimes on the table. “There, you can keep that change.”

“I’ll try not to spend it all in one place,” he says, turning back to the cash register. Kenny picks up his items, but lingers by the counter, and Craig can feel his blue eyes on him. “What? Do you want a receipt or something?”

“So it’s true, then?” Kenny asks. Then, when Craig gives him a confused look, he says, “You and Tweek broke up?”

“Do you really want to push your luck with me right now, McCormick?” Craig asks, hopefully in a threatening enough voice that Kenny gets the message.

Instead, the blonde just laughs like this is some inside joke between the two of them and heads out the door, throwing a wave back at Craig as he exits.

In the wake of Kenny McCormick, the store feels almost eerily quiet, rather than the peaceful stillness that it was before. Still, Craig exhales, grateful that the entire interaction is over. He returns to his mindless phone game and tries not to think about Tweek or Kenny or even stupid Bebe spreading rumors about him.

School had been more annoying than usual. He and Tweek entered their senior year together, how was Craig supposed to know they wouldn’t finish it like that? Their schedules overlapped for three periods: History, calculus, and lunch. In class, he and Tweek always sat next to each other, so it wasn’t too difficult to just sit in the back instead, though some people were pissed that their unofficial seating chart had been messed with after three months of peace. He’d sit with the goths or the ugly kids and ignore the twitchy blonde across the room, constantly pretending that he wasn’t just staring when Tweek would catch his wayward glances.

Lunch, however, was more difficult. In the first few days, he avoided the cafeteria entirely, opting to eat alone in his car instead. Sure, if someone saw him it would be social suicide, but that would be better than sitting with his ex-boyfriend. By the end of the first week, Clyde had called him on the verge of tears, begging his best friend to come back and sit with them. Apparently, Tweek had started eating lunch in the art room instead, something that he told Clyde that he had texted Craig. What neither of them knew, however, was that Craig had blocked Tweek’s number the day they broke up.

So, he went back to eating lunch with his friends. Tolkien and Clyde sitting across from him, and Jimmy on his side, leaving an odd space as if Tweek is going to come and sit between them like he usually does. There’s a certain stiffness at the table that certainly wasn’t there before, and Craig understands that it’s probably his fault. He’s caused a few awkward moments when they’ve tried to ask about Tweek by quickly dropping the subject or just ignoring it entirely. Even their attempts to talk to him about anything at all are unsuccessful, as Craig is much more interested in staring silently at his food while he counts the minutes until lunch is over.

Today, he once again brings an uncomfortable energy to the lunch table. However, instead of fixating on his shitty meal, he’s looking right at Clyde. He didn’t want to linger on the rumor Kenny had told him the other night, but he couldn’t help it. Did Clyde tell Bebe about what happened and she decided to make up a more interesting story? Or did Bebe tell him what she “saw” and Clyde simply believed her?

“What’s up, Craig?” Clyde asks, knitting his brows together. The two have made eye contact a few times over the last few minutes, but this is the first time Clyde hasn’t immediately looked away. The others at the table turn their attention to the two, feeling the tension.

“Clyde, when you and Bebe go out, do you guys just sit around and talk about my love life?” Craig asks. It comes out a bit harsher than he intends, but he’s always been one to be straightforward.

Clyde just gives him a confused look, then Craig watches the subsequent realization and fear come across his face. “What?”

“I heard a really interesting story from your girlfriend about how I got dumped, then broke a car window and got ISS,” Craig replies. “So I just wanted to know, do you guys sit and talk about my love life all the time, or just sometimes?”

“Wait, I thought t-t-that you tried to set f-fire to the car?” Jimmy says, which earns him a death glare from Craig.

“Don’t be mad,” Clyde whines, giving his friend a nervous smile. “It was just a rumor, I didn’t even believe her when she told me! I actually walked past the ISS room just to look for you.”

“So you do sit around and lie about my personal life,” Craig says, narrowing his eyes at Clyde. He then turns to Jimmy. “And you too? Tolkien, do you have any stories about my life I haven’t heard yet?”

Tolkien, not as easily goaded into drama as Clyde, just shrugs. “Everyone was talking about it, man.”

Craig exhales, pinching the bridge of his nose. “And none of you just asked me?”

“We tried!” Clyde exclaims, earning a few hums of agreement from the rest of the group.

“You didn’t really want to talk about it when we asked,” Tolkien adds.

Craig presses his lips together in a firm line. He can’t really argue with that. In the days after the break up, he didn’t have in-school suspension, he just faked a cold and stayed home, giving him plenty of time to just think about all of the things that would be different now. Besides the obvious, giant void in his life that Tweek left behind, there was also the issue of their mutual friends, which neither of them would want to lose. Craig knew that Tweek had forfeited lunch, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t in contact with their friends at all. The last thing Craig wanted was to make anyone choose sides.

To him, it felt like it would be in everyone’s best interest if he just left his friends out of it.

“Well, none of that stuff is true,” Craig mumbles, pushing the food on his tray around with his fork.

“So you d-didn’t set a car on fire?” Jimmy asks, scooting a bit closer to Craig.

“Or break the window?” Clyde adds.

“No,” Craig says flatly, rolling his eyes.

“And you didn’t get ISS?” Tolkien asks.

“No.”

“And Tweek didn’t break up with you?” Clyde asks, almost sounding hopeful.

Craig grips his fork tightly, staring down at the table. He pushes the tray of food away from himself, looking back up at three sets of curious eyes. “That’s- Yeah, he did.”

“Really? Like, he dumped you ?” Clyde doesn’t even try to hide the disbelief in his voice. Tolkien elbows him in the side at the comment, shooting Clyde a glare before turning to Craig with a sympathetic look.

“That sucks, man. I’m sorry,” he says, and Craig wants to crawl into his hoodie and never be seen again.

“It’s whatever,” Craig says, once again looking back down at the table. “I just don’t get why everyone thinks that I’m the one who got dumped.”

The rest of the boys exchange glances, and Craig hates the silent debate they seem to be having over his head. “C-c-can I be honest with you for a second, p-pal?” Jimmy finally says, reaching up to put a hand on Craig’s shoulder.

“Go ahead,” Craig replies.

“In a b-b-breakup, there’s usually a winner, a-and a loser,” he begins, and Craig has a bad feeling that he knows where this is going. “Usually, the p-person who dumps the other is the w-w-winner.”

“What makes you guys think I’m not the winner?” Craig asks, looking between his friends. Once again, no one seems to want to answer.

“W-well, Craig, you k-k-kind of look like shit,” Jimmy finally says.

Craig scoots back from him, rolling the other’s hand off his shoulder. “Fuck off, Jimmy.”

“He’s only saying that because we’re worried about you,” Tolkien says. “You barely talk to anyone, you always have your headphones in, plus now that you have the stupid night shift, basically no one has seen you outside of school.”

“We’re totally here for you, dude,” Clyde says, nodding in agreement. “Breakups are so hard, especially for the loser.”

“Thanks, Clyde,” Craig says flatly, moving to pick up his backpack.

Clyde winces at the remark. “I didn’t mean it like that. Don’t leave, man, you can talk to us!”

Craig stands, sliding his backpack over his shoulders. There’s still twenty minutes left in the period, but if he sits there any longer he might just explode.

“W-w-we don’t think of you like that, C-Craig,” Jimmy adds, and Craig knows that he’s being sincere. If his friends think he’s handling the breakup badly, that’s okay with him. What’s not okay is that, apparently, Tweek is walking around doing just fine without him.

“It’s fine, I don’t care,” Craig says, picking up his tray. “You can all think what you want, okay? I’m fine. I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

He can hear his friends calling his name, but Craig is already walking away from the table, trying not to be so aware of everyone’s eyes on him as he storms out of the lunchroom.

As he walks away from the table, he can hear his friends call his name, but it’s too late. Craig spends the rest of lunch alone under the bleachers, smoking a cigarette while his headphones blast Radiohead, acutely aware that he really does look like a loser.

Days later, he’s still thinking about it. Craig stands in the snack aisle, restocking the instant noodles, while it repeats like a mantra in his head; Tweek won, you lost.

It’s now been almost three weeks since the breakup. Three weeks of staring at the other’s blocked contact in his phone, deleting shared playlists, and aimlessly scrolling through old photos like he’ll find something he missed before, something that explains why . When they had their last conversation, Tweek had said “I think we both knew this was going to happen,” and all Craig could say in response was “What are you talking about?”

He looks down at the cup noodles in his hand. Suddenly, just lifting his arm to put it on the shelf feels like the hardest task in the world.

“I really don’t think that’s the best flavor choice,” pipes up a voice from beside him, and Craig jolts upright, turning to the stranger.

Kenny is standing at the end of the aisle in his dirty orange parka, hands shoved in his pocket, wearing the shit-eating grin he always has on.

“When did you get here?” Craig asks, letting his shoulders relax as he returns to his restock. He keeps his face down, hoping that Kenny didn’t see his momentary existential crisis just then.

“Like, a minute ago. Did you not hear the bell when I came in?” Kenny steps closer, peering over Craig’s shoulder at the products. “I guess not, you seemed pretty into these noodles. But, I gotta say, I think shrimp’s the worst flavor. Not that I know what real shrimp would taste like, but the cup noodle flavor is just too fake.”

Craig’s barely listening, trying to finish quickly. He just wants to go back behind the counter where he’s safe because Kenny is way too close to him right now. “I’ll keep that in mind,” he says, turning to walk away from the other.

Kenny, however, follows right behind him. “Have you ever made ramen chips? You just put the seasoning in the bag then you crush the ramen up and eat it like that. Like, no need for hot water or anything. My brother and I used to make it all the time. It’s just like chips, it’s pretty good.”

“Mhm,” he hums. Luckily, Kenny isn’t facing him, or he’d see the grimace on Craig’s face right now. The dark-haired boy steps behind the counter, finally separating himself from Kenny, dropping the empty ramen box on the floor beside him.

“What did you think of the chem quiz today?” Kenny asks, flipping through the magazine rack.

The question catches him off-guard, and it takes Craig a second to realize that, oh yeah , Kenny is in his chemistry class. The blonde usually hides himself away in the back corner if he even attends class at all. “It was fine, I guess.”

Kenny nods. “Yeah, I think all this gas stuff has been tripping me up. I pretty much bullshitted the last page, but I think Mrs. Dawson wants to fuck me so I’ll probably be okay. I swear, every time she goes to help Kevin Stoley with a problem, she bends over right in front of me so I can see her ass. Like, it’s totally on purpose.”

“Are you here to buy something or just talk about random shit?” Craig asks.

Kenny doesn't respond at first, and Craig can see the way his smile falters, how he stops flipping through the magazines for a second. When he looks up, his expression is sheepish, and Craig feels like an asshole.

“Sorry,” Kenny finally says. “I’m rambling, right? I’m kinda high, the guys always get annoyed at how much I talk when I smoke.”

He’s never been great at reading people, but it’s pretty obvious he just hit one of Kenny’s nerves. Before he can really think about it, he finds himself saying, “No, I’m sorry.” Both boys look surprised at the apology, and Craig figures he’d better explain himself. “You’re fine, I’m just tired and it’s been a shit day.”

Kenny’s expression softens, and Craig feels a bit lighter. “It’s okay,” he says. “I can’t blame you, dude. I guess you heard about Tweek, huh?”

The air in the room stills for a second as the two exchange a panicked glance.

“Shit, I shouldn’t have-” Kenny starts.

“What about Tweek?” Craig cuts him off, but Kenny keeps talking.

“I’m high, I’m rambling, just forget about it. Fuck.”

“Kenny,” Craig says, watching as the other mutters to himself, shaking his head. “Kenny!” He repeats, louder this time.

“It’s nothing,” Kenny says, but the high pitch of his voice tells Craig it’s definitely not nothing. “It’s a rumor, total bullshit.”

Craig sighs, knowing he probably shouldn’t ask. But he already lies awake at night thinking about what Tweek’s doing without him, he might as well lie awake knowing what his ex is up to. “Just tell me.”

Kenny gnaws on his lip for a second, nervously picking at the hem of his jacket before he speaks. “Don’t shoot the messenger, okay? But there was this thing at the skate park a few days ago and I heard that Tweek showed up with Pete Thelman.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Craig exclaims, causing Kenny to flinch.

“I said don’t shoot the messenger!” Kenny says, raising his hands defensively. “All I heard was that they were there together, it’s literally nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

Craig barely hears the other, already feeling a pit in his chest starting to form. He wants to bash his head against the counter or trash the entire convenience store. But, he also wants to curl up on the floor and never be seen again. While he’s wasting away every day in the back of his classes, or locked in his room, or working the worst job at a near-empty store, Tweek is okay. Of course everyone knows he got dumped, apparently his ex is already moving on.

“Craig, are you good?” Kenny asks, leaning over the counter a bit. “Should I like, call someone?”

For the last few weeks, Craig has felt like there was a hole inside him, slowly growing to consume every part of his life. But, right now, something feels different. Even if it is a bullshit rumor, hearing about Tweek like this is sparking something in him.

He’s fucking pissed.

“Hey, McCormick,” Craig says. “You’ll do anything for a buck, right?”

Kenny cocks his head at the question. “What? I mean, it depends. But, kinda, yeah.”

Craig takes a deep breath before he asks, “You wanna be my boyfriend?”

#south park #fanfiction #crenny #Craig Tucker #kenny mccormick #craig tucker x kenny mccormick #fic #fake dating #im so excited for this fic hehehehe

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hanmi-xo · 1 year ago

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CHAPTER 17: "Darkest of Nights"

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"That bèndàn is so annoying."

Minghao watched as Minyook continued to fake a smile towards our guests. Minyook has been more cranky than usual during this shift, and it might be because of my absence these few days. I was told he had to do more work on my behalf and he was losing his mind.

Usually if one of us is sick or on vacation, we usually can handle the restaurant, but because of recent popularity, Minyook was apparently struggling. And he made sure he made it known.

We only had almost an hour left before closing and Minghao was on his tea break and wanted to ask about my well being. I then brought up the topic of work and in return he spoke about Minyook's behavior.

"We should fire him and just let your siblings work here," he spat while he drank his herbal tea. "I had to run back and forth between the kitchen and here all because he refuses to remember what's in the menu!"

Minghao is usually more calm when he has his tea break, but seeing him more annoyed than usually was certainly something. Minghao always had something to say, but I don't ever get tired of him. After all, I am one of the first people he met when he moved here in South Korea. His Korean wasn't the best, but he always did try, and I respected him for that. In return, I would pick up some of his Mandarin phrases.

I smiled at my Chinese coworker who seemed on edge than usual. It's always fun hearing him ramble. I sighed on his behalf.

"Minyook will always be Minyook. Only God knows what Mister Choi would do with him." I watched as Minyook faked another smile to a guest asking for a napkin.

In the corner of my eye, I can see Minghao cringe before looking back at me. He was clearly tired of seeing him.

"My brother plans on getting his work permit this weekend," I tell him. "My sister is ready whenever Mister Choi wants her to start."

Minghao nodded his head with closed eyes. He looked like a proud uncle.

"Good. Then we can get rid of Minyook and make this place happy. Stupid bèndàn can't even tell the difference between a xiu mai and baozi. It's not that hard! They don't even look the same!" Minghao's Chinese accent was coming out the more he spoke.

I giggled from his outbursts. I know I should feel bad for him, but I couldn't help but find this whole thing humorous. Minghao sighed before looking at me. He seemed tired of the joy I was gaining from his complaints.

"Keep smiling! If you were me you'd be tired too!" he groaned. "Enough about that fool before I get a headache!"

He scrunched his face as he thought of another topic to talk about. His expression quickly changed as though he had gained an idea.

"So...that guy from earlier," he starts.

I felt myself get nervous.

Minghao smirked with mischief. "Was he your boyfriend?"

My cheeks burned from his embarrassing question. I avoided his eyes and watched our guests enjoy their food.

"Well... I don't know if I can call him that..." I mutter.

Boyfriend seemed like a strong word, but I don't dislike it...

The memory of his bright grin and the way he held me earlier ran through my mind. I wanted to cover my face and hide.

Boyfriend...

"Ah, so you're in the talking stage?" He laid his chin on his hand over the table.

His eyes were filled with interest and mischief. I knew where he was going with this, and I didn't even want him to start.

"Is he the jealous type?" He suddenly says. "Because I can make him stop being a coward. All I have to do is-"

I raised my hand in front of him and motioned him to stop talking.

"Minghao, no!" I quickly say. "Just let things be."

I don't need him messing with Chan. Him and I are okay right now, and I still have to talk to Wonwoo later about my parents. I don't need Minghao's antics. I still have things to deal with later that I'm not sure I'm ready for.

He frowned at me with narrow brows before rolling his eyes.

"Alright," he grumbles. "Atleast it isn't that one guy that tried kicking me out your house! That bèndàn- TCH."

My brows narrowed from his words. Was he talking about Hansol?

The memory of yesterday came to mind.

Hansol.

I wander if Hansol is okay? Chan and him seemed to have a problem the last time I saw him. I wonder if they made up?

"Hey Subin."

Minyook called out me with an annoyed face. He walked over to us with his thumb pointing behind him.

His face was filled with judgement and disapproval as though seeing me gave him an ick. "There's some guests that insist on talking to you."

My eyes followed where his thumb pointed and there stood two people that I didn't think would appear so soon. If anything, they're the last people I want to see. Their backs were against us and I wanted to hide.

I felt fear take over me. It was like a spider had crawled across my entire body and I wanted to shake it off, but it remained on me. My heart raced and I felt myself shake.

Minghao gawked his head at me with confusion before standing up from his seat. His eyes went to the two people that seem to be growing impatient.

"Subin?" He says with concern.

The two people turned around as they spoke with one another and I immediately hid behind Minghao.

He seemed startled from my actions.

"Don't tell them I'm here," I quickly say.

His eyes grew wide and I ran to the kitchen in fear of being seen. I can hear Minyook's voice get annoyed, but Minghao's voice countered him.

I couldn't hear what they were saying once the kitchen door shut and I met eyes with Junhui who seemed surprised from my appearance.

"Subin? Are you okay?" He says with worry.

I felt myself shake from his kind words, and as much as I wanted to speak. I couldn't. All I could do was shake my head in hopes he would let me hide.

Junhui didn't say anything, but his expression told it all. His eyes shot up with adrenaline and motioned me to leave through the back.

I looked at him with shock. Was he serious?

"Go," he whispered. "Whatever happens, I'll take the blame."

Junhui was always a good shift lead, but now, he seemed to be more like a friend.

"Go," he tells me again.

This time I moved. I made my way to the back exit and he nodded his head as a go signal.

I tightened my fist to gain some courage.

"Thank you," I tell him before leaving.

My eyes met his for a second and he nudged his head towards me to hurry and leave.

I shut the door behind me and made a run for it.

Each step I took felt like I would step on a trip wire. I kept looking back in hopes nobody was following me. The sky was dark with clouds scattered all around.

It felt darker than any day I had before.

Those people. Those two adults. Why did they come to the restaurant? Why did they come to find me? Why do they continue to cause problems? Haven't they done enough!?

I felt my phone ring.

I took it out of my apron pocket and looked at the caller.

I felt a chill run down my back. I refused to answer it. I quickly hid in an alley in hopes nobody would see me. I tried to catch my breath while I hid behind a trash can.

Miss Kim: Come out. Don't make this harder than it has to be.

Miss Kim: You should have told those fools you didn't know us. You had one job.

My heart raced as I trembled. My legs felt weak and my hands wouldn't stop shaking.

I had to contact my siblings to make sure they're okay. I tried my best to steady my hands as I tried to call them. Their phone continued to ring but nobody picked up.

I felt myself grow more anxious as I felt the need to cry.

"Please. Please! PLEASE!" I continued to say as I tried to call each of them.

After a few moments, Sujun picked up. I felt a sense of relief hit me for a second, but then I heard their voice.

"Yah, Subin."

Her voice was raspy. The cigarette's scratched her once clear tone, and now it sounds like nails on a chalkboard. I shook as I heard her speak.

"Your siblings are as useless as you," she says.

I can hear their voices faintly in the background. I felt an adrenaline rush. I had to know what was going on and why she was with them.

"Where are you!? Where's my siblings!? What did you do!?" My voice came out shaky, but much louder than expected.

I never felt so scared my entire life until now. My siblings- they have to be okay.

She laughed. I can hear Mister Kim next to her, but I couldn't understand what he was saying. Rather, it was like he wasn't talk to her but to someone else. I heard noises down the alley and I quickly stood up.

A dark figure came from the corner with a bat and I knew who he was. Kwang, my parents loyal henchman. He was deaf in one ear and was tatted all over his face.

I tightened my grip on my phone and heard Miss Kim speak.

"Yah, Subin," she calls for me.

I slowly brought the phone back up to my ear.

Her voice had malice. "Kwang has been eager to do work. It's been awhile since I had him collect someone."

I felt like vomiting. There's too much happening for me to process and I felt too tired to run. My adrenaline kicked in, but as soon as I tried to sprint, my legs felt like jelly.

I felt something hit me, and I fell.

Everything went dark.

I can hear my siblings call out to me. They sounded muffled. What was going on?

I opened my eyes with a sharp pain piercing my head. I tried to move, but I couldn't. I felt restrained. I stared at the rope that held me down. I can hear Suyeong's muffled screams and I looked up.

Everything felt like a blur. There she was with Sujun. They sat next to me on the floor. They were tied up with tape on their mouth.

I tried to speak, but I couldn't. I too was taped down. I tried to get my senses back together. My head hurt.

Suyeong had blood on her clothes. She had a bruise on her face. Did they hit her...?

I wanted to help them. I wanted to get up, but I couldn't feel my legs. My eyes went to our brother who seemed to be asleep. He had blood on him, but he didn't seem injured.

I felt frustrated. This all happened and I couldn't even protect them. I knew our parents were crazy, but I didn't think they would be this insane. My siblings shouldn't be here. They should be safe at Chan's home.

I tried to look around to see where we were at. Maybe there was a way out. The room looked like a basement. The way everything was placed... was this our old house? The home on Chan's street? That means-

Chan.

I had to call him!

I tried to feel my phone in my pocket, but it was gone. The one source of communication- gone.

I began to panic.

Suyeong stared at me with tearful eyes while her messy hair covered parts of her face. She looked terrified but also worried. It was hard to see her like this. I wanted to apologize for not protecting them from our parents.

I wanted to tell her to take Sujun and make a run for it while I try to reason with them. I wanted them to be safe. I wanted them to be okay.

Kids like them shouldn't experience this. This wasn't supposed to happen. I tried to fight back my tears. If I cried in front of Suyeong then it'll only make things worst.

She's already not in a good state. I can't make her feel anymore hopeless. How could I protect her? How could I protect Sujun?

What kind of sister was I to allow this to happen?

Everything hurt. I couldn't think straight. All I wanted was them to get as far away from here as possible.

I heard voices coming towards us. Their voices grew loud and the sound of a door creaked with ominous. I motion my sister with the blinking of my eyes to pretend to be asleep.

We can't let them know we're awake. She looked at me confused before I closed my eyes and pretended to be unconscious. I was silently praying she understood what I was saying.

"They're fucking asleep."

I heard Mister Kim say as his steps drew closer. His voice was deep and rough. The smell of cigarette filled the air. He must be smoking. I can hear a pattern of more feet behind him. It sounded like there was two people that were followed him.

"Kwang did hit Subin pretty hard." Miss Kim's voice was distinct. It was more raspy in person than on phone. "Right Kwang?"

He was silent as usual. I never heard him spoke before, and I never really understood why. Was he mute or something?

I heard their footsteps come closer.

"Dumb bitch had to bite me." I can hear Miss Kim. She sounded close to Suyeong.

I tried to remain calm. I let my eyes remain closed. If they knew I was awake, who knows what would happen. I hoped Suyeong wouldn't react by her. There's nothing we can do tied up like this.

I heard Miss Kim scoff. "She says she doesn't know where the luggage is. She says she doesn't know anything." Her voice grew more annoyed as she spoke.

I heard a slap. I tightened my fist. I wanted to get up and defend Suyeong.

"Dumb brat. You're only smart when you have to be huh!?" She barked. "I should have left you on the streets with that brother of yours!"

I heard another slap.

I held back my tears of frustration. I wanted to hit her. I wanted to hit her so bad. She laid her hands on my sister as if it was nothing.

I hated it. I hated her. I hated all of them for doing this to us.

I heard footsteps come towards me. I felt fingers touch my face as they moved strands of hair like they were getting a good look at me.

"How much for the girl?" I heard a masculine voice say.

There's another person? But who would be with them?

His voice was deep and unrecognizable. He sounded a bit muffled. Was he wearing a mask? Why did he sound unreal?

He began to caress my face as if I was some sort of object. I wanted him to stop.

"Get us the drugs and she'll be added to your pay," Miss Kim said. She scoffed once more. "To think someone like you would think she's pretty."

Her voice was harsh with judgement.

"Her poor parents didn't even want her, much less her siblings. They were happy to give us them for their freedom. They say having kids make us fit in the neighborhood more." The scent of cigarettes grew stronger.

I remember them telling me about my real parents. They said they gave us to them to pay their debt, but what they tell everyone else is that they died in an accident as their "best friends" they were willing to take us in. They wanted to seem like kind people but they were really wolves in sheep's clothing.

I always knew the truth. So did my siblings. Mister and Miss Kim never had filter around us. They always spoke without warning of what they'll say.

At first it hurt, but now, I've grown numb to their words.

It's their hits that still sting.

"I bet she knows who took the luggage." I heard Mister Kim say.

I remained quiet while the mysterious man continued to fondle my face. I wanted to vomit. Mister and Miss Kim didn't stop him while they spoke.

"God, I can't imagine what you'll be like in bed," his voice was dangerously close to my face. He reeked of alcohol.

I couldn't imagine being with this guy. He made me feel uncomfortable and terrified for my well-being. He was disturbing in more ways than one and I wanted to get as far as I can.

I don't want to think about him taking me. I don't want to think about the things he would do to me.

I felt so powerless and I hated it.

I needed someone to find us.

I needed help.

Chan.

I pray that you find me.

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violetgreeneao3 · 1 month ago

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BTR Chapter 3 - Die Hard

Yujin wasn’t so bad. She wasn’t very good at holding hands, accepting kisses on the cheek, or generally being romantic, but thankfully Wonyoung had enough experience for the both of them.

It was almost enjoyable.

The first time they had to fake it was a bit of a surprise. Yujin some friends were forcing their way in to see one of their dates. Although Wonyoung expected this sort of thing from both sides, she hadn’t expected it so quickly, so she had to think on her feet.

She was good at fake niceties, though, good at chatting with her hand in Yujin’s lap and “unconsciously” leaning closer because she knew her friends were paying attention.

“Think they bought it?” Wonyoung asked, though she was mostly teasing her. She’d have to be blind not to notice the blush high on Yujin’s cheeks that night.

“Yeah, maybe.”

“Are you always this shy?” Wonyoung stopped in front of her building. Which was literally her building, or her father’s anyway, and she lived on the top level. “I guess I have to go now. You can answer me tomorrow over breakfast.”

She turned away but Yujin wordlessly caught her wrist, spinning her back around after sliding up her arm.

“I have work tomorrow.”

“What work? It’s a Saturday.”

“My job.” Wonyoung was a bit surprised when Yujin squeezed her arm before letting go. She was already getting better at this, which should be a comfort but is also a bit alarming. “But I’m free for lunch, as long as it isn't a date. Since we aren’t really dating.”

“Don’t flatter yourself. I just want to know where we’re going from here, how we’re gonna act at school on Monday. You just clearly aren’t the hand-holding type.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Yujin tried to sound offended but it just made her smile.

“Nothing,” she said. “I didn’t know you had a job.”

“Yeah. Is an hour long enough? Or maybe we can get dinner—but I thought dinner was a little too much like a real date, so—”

“Yujin,” she cut in with a chuckle. “Lunch is fine, just tell me where. It’s a little chilly out for a chat.”

The taken aback look on Yujin’s face was also quite cute. There were a lot of things about Yujin that were cute, which was a good thing because Wonyoung never liked cute. Part of her was worried Sunghoon wouldn’t buy this because of that. They’d have to be really convincing.

Good thing Wonyoung was very persuasive.

What Wonyoung did not expect was for Yujin to work in a… dumpster? Garbage truck? She wasn’t quite sure when she first stepped into the little diner, but from what she could glean Yujin’s discheeved condition—blue, stained coveralls and messy hair—she got her hands dirty.

“What hole did you just crawl out of?” she said before sipping on the straw of her Diet Pepsi. “And you smell like… oil.”

“Is it that bad?” Yujin sniffed her arm, easily making Wonyoung grimace. “Guess I’m just used to it.”

What in the world did she get herself into?

Apparently Yujin worked at an Auto Shop, which was strange but not exactly surprising. Her father owned it and she got paid minimum wage, which made Wonyoung feel bad enough to try and pay for the bill. Try because despite Wonyoung already having her credit card in hand, Yujin set cash on the check.

Wonyoung really should’ve argued, just used her parents' pile of money to pay for her things like she did everything else, but she didn’t. That forty dollars Yujin gave her still sat in her wallet waiting to be used on something she wasn’t couldn’t have her parents knowing about, but that would be for down the line…

Wonyoung spent a long time on the menu while Yujin didn’t even take a glance. She clearly had come to this place frequently, one of the servers even giving her a wave as she passed by. In the end, Wonyoung decided to get a Caesar Salad, watching in half disgust and half amusement as Yujin scarfed down her burner and fries barbarically. She had a streak of ketchup on the corner of her lip, so Wonyoung wiped it because she was close enough to.

Yujin went quiet for a bit after that, her rambling cut short only until Wonyoung inquired as to why she stopped. But aside from that incident, for most of Yujin’s lunch break they had forgotten to talk about anything they came to discuss. Instead, Yujin got lost in rambling about the inner workings of her job and Wonyoung miraculously found herself being genuinely interested. All she knew was which brands were the most expensive, not why or whether they were worth all the money in the first place.

“Maybe you can come by some time, my dad wouldn’t mind.”

“Meeting your parents so early?” Wonyoung joked as the two of them made their way outside the now cramped space. “You’re getting awfully ahead of yourself these days.”

“Oh, I was just joking” Yujin scratched her nape.

Wonyoung tried to stifle the bubbling disappointment in her chest. She shouldn’t have expected more from Yujin and wasn’t supposed to want it. The small silence reminded her that they should get to it already, no more dancing around the subject.

She brought up how they didn’t talk about Monday at all and Wonyoung’s instinct, then, was to propose they meet again tomorrow. But Yujin was busy, so Yujin proposed they get breakfast instead. But that didn’t work for Wonyoung, who promised Yuri they could go to this cafe.

“But you could come with,” Wonyoung said, her tone somewhat questioning. “I didn’t technically tell Yuri what was going on but I did tell her I wanted to get Sunghoon back. I’m sure she’d be more than willing to scheme with us.”

“Don’t you think it would work better if she believed it, though? And could she really keep it from Yena for long enough?”

“It shouldn’t take long. We should make our move at homecoming.” She was about to go into more detail but Yujin stopped and when Wonyoung glanced to her right she saw the little shop, all three of the service garages wide open, only two of them occupied by maintenance workers. “But I guess I can just give you a call tomorrow night? It’ll be better to discuss it right before school, anyway, whatever we decide to do.”

“Yeah, totally.”

One of the men working in a garage noticed them, perking up at the sight of Yujin. Must’ve been her father. Wonyoung smiled and waved, drawing Yujin attention to him as well, though Yujin failed at giving him any greeting.

“K I’ll call you.”

So they started talking on the phone.

They made plans for Monday, deciding in the end they needed to keep it a secret for longer. Yujin trusted the girls to keep it a secret as she already told them to as she waited for Wonyoung to decided their next moves, and while Wonyoung initially wanted to dive head first into this and shout from the rooftops she was dating Sunghoon’s (and her own, albeit former) mortal enemy.

“You know I disliked you more than Sunghoon,” Yujin said, her voice a little scratchy and tired. It was about one o'clock and they’d long forgotten about the next morning. “It was a different kind of dislike, though. I didn’t hate you. It was just a stronger feeling because it felt like you should know better.”

“About what?”

“Just… about him. Being with someone like him.”

Wonyoung sighed. “Congrats. You finally got to say you told me so.”

When news got out that Wonyoung and Sunghoon were dating sometime last year, the first thing Yujin did was corner Wonyoung after school to tell her she was making a mistake. Wonyoung, already knowing about the rivalry between them, simply rolled her eyes, walked away, and brushed the whole thing off, but after everything that memory came drifting back into focus.

“That’s not what I’m saying,” Yujin said, oddly soft. Wonyoung blamed a lack of sleep.

Wonyoung hung up after that, abrupt but necessary. She was afraid she never would’ve done it if not then, and her hesitation hovering over the red button made her think that maybe it would be better if they speed things along. Maybe Wonyoung should just keep hating Yujin, keep judging the way she eats, the way she dresses, the way she speaks, instead of allowing herself to see them as cute. Because at the end of the day she didn’t like Yujin and she didn’t want to. She decided then, as she let sleep consume her, that she would commit to not liking her.

Old habits really did die hard.

“That movie is atrocious,” she spat out, clutching her textbook to her chest.

Yujin gasped exasperatedly, their arms brushing as they walked down the hall when she gestured wildly for no real reason other than to express her frustrated disbelief.

“It’s amazing. It’s a classic.”

“It’s action porn and it’s old and grainy. Whiplash is the best movie.”

“What? The ending is so bad. Why would you enjoy something like that?”

“Because unlike Die Hard it’s realistic. Good art should mimic life, after all.”

“You’re so pretentious.”

“You’re just too thick headed. It puts me to sleep.”

“Have you even watched it fully?! It’s good!”

Wonyoung found a laugh slipping free at how passionate Yujin was, her steps more like little hops as they crossed the rotunda. Soojin smiled at them as she scaled the stairs and they Wonyoung back before Yujin moved to hold the door open, failing to notice Soojin at all in her desperation to convince Wonyoung her awful movie was good. Medicine maybe, but not good.

Anyway, the appearance of Soojin had her thinking. She wondered how long the girls on the team would keep the secret for, if they even believed it all, or if anyone in the school would believe it even if it got out. It had been almost an entire week. They’d been walking around together but it was all friendly. They never crossed any lines, but it did its job in pissing Sunghoon off. Seeing them “get along” was enough to bother him, even if their conversations more resembled heated debates where Yujin battled Wonyoung’s logic with phrases like “it just is” or a very dismissive “ok princess” and Wonyoung wanted to gouge her eyes out.

“No, I haven’t fully watched it but the point is that I don’t need to in order to surmise that it’s no masterpiece.”

“Can you not talk like that? You’re losing me in your fancy rich talk.”

“Ad hominem”

“Add huh?”

Wonyoung rolled her eyes, smile tugging at her lips.

“Have you ever paid attention in a literature class?”

“I’ve never taken one.”

“You disgust me. You’re just wrong.”

“Ok, Princess.” See? She even let out an amused little huff like Wonyoung was the stupid one. “Whatever you say.”

God, Wonyoung really hated her. She couldn’t wait for all of this to be over so she would never have to deal with Yujin’s idiocy ever again.

The fact that she willingly subjected herself to it almost every night on the phone was merely for the purposes of making an ironclad plan. That was all.

“Vengeance becomes you, Wonyoung,” Yuri half jokes.

Yujin has yet to crash one of their Sunday breakfast dates, which is obviously because Yujin is avoiding it and not because she’s actually busy. Whenever Wonyoung proposes they go anywhere with Wonyoung’s friends, suddenly she has something better to do.

But it was fine. She enjoyed her alone time with Yuri and honestly it gave her a breath of fresh air away from Yujin, whose presence was just so suffocating.

“See you keep saying things like that and mentioning your master plan to make Sunghoon… whatever you’re trying to make him, but it seems like you just want to talk about her.”

”Yujin?” Wonyoung asked, affronted. “Don’t be ridiculous, I can’t stand her and she can’t stand me and that’s all. It’s to get back and Sunghoon.”

“What’s in it for her?”

“She hates him.”

“Why? Because he’s better at soccer?” Yuri let out as a scoff, taking the final bite of her croissant and shaking her head. “Please, that’s such a sorry excuse. It’s always been about you.”

Wonyoung didn’t know what to do with that, so she simply finished the reset of her latte and stormed away without paying her part of the bill, the September wind cutting her deep.

Yuri was just plain wrong. Yujin had always hated her for being the exact opposite of what she stood for. Wonyoung was all about vanity and social status and how many people she could surround herself with; Yujin was whatever the opposite was. Looking like she rolled out of bed, did things to antagonize people, and kept only a tight circle. Wonyoung only hated her back because somehow, despite all odds, people liked her for it.

Why was it so difficult? Why did Wonyoung have to jump through all these hoops to get what she wanted but for Yujin it just fell into her lap? People just liked her, easy as that, and it seemed so unfair.

Almost. But then she imagined Yujin all sweaty in her workshop and changed her mind right away.

This little morning with Yuri… she’d just have to erase it from her memory altogether if she wanted to remain civil with Yujin. If she let it get to her, she just may explode and end it before Sunghoon even found out, which would be the worst possible outcome because it’d mean she did this all for nothing.

And, god, if there wasn’t something Wonyoung hated more than dedicating herself to something only for it to slip away. She had to fix this right now, before things got to that point.

NEXT Chapter 4 - Lines in the sand

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lonelyusersuggetions · 7 months ago

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Im sick. Physically there is something wrong with me. This isn't a mental issue, for Once.

Something is wrong with an organ, I don't know which one but things are fucked.

I'm super weak all over, I wasn't in good shape but I could still endure standing for long periods of time just fine. I can't now. I'm a dehydration risk, I sweat a lot and I'm not retaining water well. I'm sleeping but not really getting any sleep when I do. Average 4-5 hours of actual unconsciousness. (Fitbit helping me track for some time). And I'm dropping weight really suddenly really quickly. I've lost 10 pounds very suddenly without a lifestyle change. I'm below a weight I haven't been below since I put it on during COVID 2020. I've been around the same weight consistently since 2021 with not going below a certain weight, that I've already passed by 7 pounds in a very short time period.

I think one of the fucked up things is that I hope I'm too far now to live. My parents told me I'm faking it, that it's my diet. I've not changed how I eat, and yet I'm shedding the pounds rapidly!

My mom literally took me to the ER because I was literally dying of dehydration and knew I was not right, and that whole car ride she berated me and told me I'm not that bad and full of shit. And mind you, she dropped me off. She left me alone at the ER when I could barely stand, walk, or speak coherently due to dehydration. The intake nurse heard me say to the receptionist that I'm a bit unsteady and as soon as he saw me he got up to get me a wheelchair. I stayed sat in that chair for 2 hours until I was halfway through the IV fluid drip and I suddenly was feeling like a person again. The hospital staff and the doctor said it was very visibly apparently something was wrong with me.

My mom called the hospital on hour 3,when I wasn't answering her texts or single call to ask what was going on with me. She literally was trying to get information on her adult child in the hospital who she LEFT THERE ALONE and TOLD THAT THEY WEREN'T SERIOUS. And insisted on the phone to me that she 100 was in the right to call the hospital and demand my information.

I have no friends. If I was amab I would be an incel probably. I'm too pathetic to be hateful of anyone except myself. I haven't been able to ever follow through with attempts due to fear of pain and suffering, despite having no fear of death.

I really hope that this is killing me. That it's too late. That it's cancer, like I suspect it is, and we let it go to many months and now I have a low chance of survival even with treatment, which I would definitely not survive chemo, since you need a loving and supportive system at home to get you through it. Nobody around me can stand me and I can't stand myself. God I hope I'm finally dying. I hope I leave a horrific emotional scar in my mother, the abusive cow.

#vent #personal #cancer tw

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annbourbon · 8 months ago

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Being honest right here: I don't know how people fake an online persona. I can't. I am either liking you or not liking you. But that's entirely up to your way of acting with me. I don't have other persona, just different emotions.

You lying to others it's not my problem but I will end up distrusting you. Are you talking about me in a bad way? I don't like people who talk about others behind their back unless it's to create a surprise party or to actually help someone. We can talk for hours about the weather if you don't know any better~ I have spent days and years trying to be similar to Sweden (a neutral territory) only to be stabbed in the back. I am still trying to be a neutral territory but in my own way so usually I end up disliking people with a fake personality even if it's online.

Nowadays I'm cutting off on people more often. I don't have a lot of time so if I'm with you~ or I want to lose my time with you♡ (spending more than 3 hours with you) you're inside my group of favorite people in this whole world. My patience is limited.

I don't like liars. I do lie, when I am asked to or when I don't want to hurt your feelings. But hey~ even my parents know that I don't lie and according to them: I am the type of person who you can ask for an honest opinion because I don't hold favorites or lie about things. (tbh they made me laugh when they said that cause they were looking at me with apprehension wondering if i was to like the story they were showing me or not)

I think that's how I've been able to go around people asking me for reviews of their stuff~ which is fun cause I love trying onto things.

So yeah, I will hurt your feelings but only when you need it. A bit of tough love you can say~ And always with a dose of truth. I don't go around being blunt just for the sake of it. Around the years I've learned a couple of things on how not to hurt people. But I'm self aware, yes, sometimes I act like an idiot or a snob. You can call me out on it. I'll take it any day cause I strive to do better. Being with me can be easy or hard lol apparently I don't do things halfway. Scratch that: I don't do things halfway. I'm a puurrrfectionist.

I love performance. So sometimes I can act a bit melodramatic or play around. Yet I don't like to beg for attention. I also don't like or do conditionals.

Conditionals be like: "I love you but~ I wish you were more like this or that", "I love you but~"

Conditionals are a way to show you don't love someone. If you leave me overthinking I'll get anxious around you. And eventually I will cut you off.

I AM SLOW. Let me walk and enjoy and go at my own pace. Consider me a turtle or a snail. If you force me onto something, I'll do it. Then I'll cut you off. Unless I end up enjoying it. I will admit when I'm wrong.

My friends and the people I interact with are actually mature, smart, kind and know that they can reach me anytime and I'll be there. Yes, even at 4AM. But if I block you, you're done with me. I rarely give second chances after blocking you out of my life.

I argue. A lot. I'm not afraid of doing it so. I love a good debate. And I have tendency to believe I am right. But if you use logic and facts to create your argument I'll be impressed and I'll review mine.

I don't like surprises. Unless it's a surprise party. Or secrets. But I won't ask about yours. If you tell me, I'll keep my mouth shut. If you want me to share, I'll do it. I won't tell you mine if I don't trust you. And if I trust you and you betray me or use it against me, you're dead to me. Death it's way worse than being blocked in my world.

And I think with this post I finish everything you need to know about me. After that interacting with me should be easy~ or not.

#annabourbon #rant

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mushroom-ooooooooooooooo · 11 months ago

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Random life shit below the cut?? Yujhhhh a vent, ig?? Idk. Im just heated and on my period. I don't think anyones gonna see this 🧍‍♂️

Okay. So. Uhm. Hi.

Izzy here. I'm always here. I'm the only one running this account 🧍‍♂️.

So. School. Friendship drama. Health issues?? Damn. The holy grail.

Anyways. I have this one friend named Jackson (fake name). Jackson is basically kind of the definition of an only child except his mom is like,,,kinda crazy. And in February he had a birthday party at the mall. He invited EIGHT-TEEN PEOPLE?!#,@?#, and only ten of us (including him) show up. I had to give him a ride because he lives across the street from me and his mom "didn't feel like driving". I hate that woman.

I didn't want to go to the damn thing in the first place. I had UIL literally 2 days before the birthday thing and I had to stay home that friday. And I only had $7 left for money.

He wanted to see a movie, buy stuff at the mall, buy food at the mall, ect.ect. i have no problem with that, but my ass did not want to be there, and having no money didn't help either.

We were all sitting in the loud foodcourt of the mall. It was loud. People were chattering loudly without a care in the damn world. The sun was in my eyes. It was hot in the food court. I was already irritated that day, and being at the mall did not help. And having to be there because my parents and I took Jackson didn't help either.

So everyone gets their food and whatnot. Blah blah blah. Everyone has stuff but me. That's normal. Im used to that. Idc.

And then after they eat, people pair off. Without letting me know?? Just assuming I'm going to watch their stuff?? At least one of the others there asked, and I was like yeah sure wtv. Jackson doesn't ask, just assumes, and leaves his gifts n shit with me?? Like dude...ask first.

Jackson and two other people go off for a while, and then he comes back and he was going to leave again before I told him to take his gift bags. And then other people leave.

And then the last 3 people leave me alone at the table and I have a minor panic attack. Wasn't too bad. I was mostly just crying. (I have issues about being forgotten dw) yeah.

NO ONE TOLD ME WHAT THEY WERE DOING.

Literally no one. So I was just sitting in the middle of a food court by myself crying and then I get a call from my dad asking if I wanna sit with them (my parents) and I sit with them and apparently they saw the whole thing.

And then a few minutes later, Jackson asks if we can put his stuff in the car, but my mom (one of few based moments) tells him that I'm (me, Izzy) wasn't feeling well and that I needed to go home. Which was true. I wasn't feeling well at all. I was literally still recovering from doing Set Crew for one-act play that thursday. Uil is intensive.

So then he's like yea i understand i hope you feel better blah blah blah.

So then we start to leave and my mom was like do you wanna see any shops (bc i wasn't able to go into any shops or buy anything) so we look for hot topic but we couldn't find it so we leave. End of story, right? Nope.

Apparently, after that, Jackson was MIA for a while?? And he wanted to see a movie that was later, and he wanted our other friends to wait for him for TWO HOURS in a shop. And according to him everyone had been calling the wrong number for him?? But like,,,they'd also been calling him on Instagram and it was a whole ass trainwreck.

He did get home, by the way!! One of his other friends took him home.

I go to school that next monday and our friend Tyler (close, but fake name) wasn't talking to jackson anymore. And neither were most of the rest of the group. Jackson and Tyler basically bring ME into this whole thing, even though Drama literally stresses me out so badly, and I had UIL that next Wednesday 🧍‍♂️. So im like yall are fucking up my energy (because they were. They were fucking my peaceful, chill energy) and Jackson is like sorey if im bringing you into this 🥺.

AND THEN THE NEXT DAY HE TELLS ME TO REMIND HIM TO EITHER NOT HAVE A BIRTHDAY PARRY OR NOT INVITE PEOPLE WHO HOLD GRUDGES??? like??? Dude??? Thats what you're doing right now?? And bringing me into this before competiton?? When we literally have so much to do???

Might I add, that I was staying after school until almost 7pm during this?? I would get to school at 6:40am, school gets out at 2:30, and rehearsals were supposed to be until 6. I was consistently spending more time at school than Jackson, not complaining about it, not complaining about my personal life, being sleep deprived and absolutely dead, just for his ass to bring me into petty drama that has almost nothing to do with me.

And Jackson complains so fucking much. Like dudeee shut the fuuuuck uppp.

I'm sorry if i sound so rude rn, but im done with people. I would be homeschooled again if I didn't love theater so much.

Hes just so irritating. And he doesn't respect peoples boundaries and for me thats a big ass problem. I can't be around people who won't respect boundaries.

When we were doing our winter show, I was painting some props and Jackson not only fucks with me while im painting with wet paint on something that needs to look at least a little nice, but he does FOUR MORE TIMES.

It took me brandishing a wet paintbrush at him to get him to stop. And he's constantly touching me!!! And he was doing that there too!!!

And if there is one thing ANYONE knows about me, it is that I do not like being touched AT ALL unless your name is Jamie/willowhirl. Not even my mom randomly touches me because she knows how much it bothers it. And I've barely known Jackson. I've only known him since the very last day of our freshman year. Which was last year.

And I was already irritated with him because the boy could not do anything neatly to save his life. Our tech director told us to paint up and down and his dumbass was painting left to right, so I had to go back and fix his mistakes while he just goofs off playing cookie run or genshin or whatever.

Im sorry, but my 7 year old cousin even understands boundaries and rules. And Jackson just doesnt. And it drives me insane.

I know he's okay with touch, so on his birthday at school I told him happy birthday and shook his shoulders a little. I wasn't rough with him.

He did that to me on my birthday and I could feel my brain rattle a little. I think he gave me a shaken syndrome or something. Idfk. But I feel like I shoulf also mention that jackson is 6'8. Im 5'10. He's almost a whole foot taller than me. And he was shaking me like a damn bag of popcorn. When he knows I dont like being touched. When he knows I especially don't like being shaken. And when he knows my boundaries.

I respect his boundaries, but he doesn't respect mine, and that irritates me so much.

I even blocked him on here because he was complaining about seeing all of my Ghost reblogs. (It's almost as if im in a fandom. Crazy concept, ik) but he wasn't following anyone else but me and like...one other person. And he wasn't following tags either??

Like...don't complain about me using my tumblr the way I like to use it if you aren't using it how its supposed to be used at all.

Idk im just upset and im not in therapy anymore but oversharing to strangers on the internet is the best therapy, right???

#these are prob already made #but i also made some just in case <3 #cw: vent

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i-am-baechu · 2 years ago

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Title: In The Lonely Hour (M)

Genre: Husband! Jungkook, Wife! Reader, lovers to strangers!, CEO! Jungkook, Doctor! Reader, flashbacks, established relationship, cheating, fluff, angst, small part of smut and reader x surprise

Summary: The perfect couple on screen and the flashes captured all the smiles but they couldn’t see the broken heart she carries. Every Night she was left alone as he “worked” late but she knew he was “working” hard with the assistant he just hired. She convinces him to get divorce for losing feelings for each other but she decides to keep a big secret from him. A secret that changes her life but doesn’t touch his, until now.

Warning: Mentions of cheating, cheating, sex scene, car accident, hospital, insecurities, angst, fluff and romance

There was a moment when I thought I knew everything. Well...I thought I knew everything about you. The way you always held me made me feel safe and everything just made sense. Your chocolate eyes told me everything I needed to know...apparently, I missed the warning they were giving me. Maybe I’m just not enough but you made me realize my deepest fear...

“Mrs. Jeon! Over here!”

She turned towards the reporter and gave out her award-winning smile. Everyone in the city spoke about her smile, saying it was the top of the top. They said it was the smile that some actresses wished they had but little did they know, Jeon Y/N was an actress herself. She walked up to some of the reporters and one of them threw a question that was the main question of her life, “Mrs. Jeon, where is your husband?”

“He’s working on a big project. I heard it's for a park, keep an eye out for that.”

“How is it working during these hard times?”

Y/N smiled at them and let out a small laugh, “I love being a doctor. Even though my hospital is backed up right now, that doesn’t mean it's all bad. We’re doing our hardest to ease the tension.”

“Mrs. Jeon, what about Park Chanyeol? There were rumors you had lunch with him recently, any comment?”

“Park Chanyeol and I have had no communication lately. We are good friends but I haven’t seen him in a while.”

“Mrs. Jeon, can you send a message to your husband?”

Irritated. That’s how she felt when she heard that question but she had to put on a face to make sure everything went well. She looked into the camera and gave the fakest smile that she could muster at the moment, “Neh, Jungkook~. I hope you're working hard tonight, I know you are.”

She bowed at the reporters and when she walked away her smile dropped into a frown when her back was towards them, “I know you are...”

She made her way inside the big venue and she sat in the front row. With the cameras flashing on her skin, the fake laughs she clearly did went unnoticed. They only cared for her beauty and charm, nothing more. When they finally left, she took her phone and she wasn’t shocked to see any messages. After all, her husband was “busy”.

“Y/N?”

She turned her head and she smiled when she saw Oh Sehun (her close friend since she was a child), “Sehun...my savior.”

He let out a deep chuckle and sat next to her, “He couldn’t make it?”

She frowned at this and shook her head, “You know why....”

“Y/N, when are you gonna leave him?”

She sighed and looked down at her hands, “I-I...I just need more time.”

“Jungkook has been cheating on you for years...I just want you to be happy.”

“I know. I just need more time, okay.”

The conversation about Jungkook ended and Y/N’s thoughts only created false hope. She’s been with Jungkook her whole life, he was the only thing she knew. The only person that gave her love but that was only in the beginning. Now all she felt was agony whenever he touched her hands or even talked to her.

Jeon Y/N or formally L/N Y/N, she was born into a loving (rich) family. Nothing really happened in her family, it was the perfect family. She was close with her parents and her brother was her best friend, what more could you ask for? She was also on top of her classes and was popular throughout her college, which is where she met Jungkook.

It was final days, Y/N was in the library studying when Sehun sat next to her with a pout. She glanced at him with a raised eyebrow as she let out a small laugh, “What’s up with you?”

“My best friend is in the library when there’s a football game.”

She rolled her eyes and went back to writing her notes, “You know I don’t care about sports.”

“It's the final game and we're seniors. You've never been to a football game, can you come with me?”

“What's in it for me?”

Sehun scoffed at her and rolled his eyes, “Memories. Just come with me.”

“Fine. Let me drop my stuff at my dorm.”

“Really!? Okay, oh Y/N I’m so excited.”

They walked to her dorm together and she heard everyone around her talking about the star quarterback, Jeon Jungkook. She’s heard of him but she didn’t really know what he looked like. She never really bothered with getting to know him when she was focused on her studies. They walked into the loud stadium and Y/N flinched at how loud it was. Sehun led her toward the front and she saw the rest of their friends in their school colors. She smiled at this looking out towards the field.

Sehun saw her looking and leaned down, “That’s the quarterback everyone is talking about, Jungkook. He’s in the same year as us, he's like a prodigy apparently.”

“Good for him...”

“The person next to him is Kim Taehyung, that's his best friend.”

She nodded her head and let out a small laugh, “Do you just know the whole team?”

“It’s kinda hard not to know them.”

“I guess...I’m sure they’ll do good though.”

She watched the quarterback walk into the middle of the field and their eyes locked on each other. He was very handsome, she couldn’t lie about that. He sent a small wave to her and she looked behind her with confusion. When she looked back at him, she pointed to herself. He let out a small laugh and nodded his head. She sent him a small wave and his bunny smile captured her heart. Oh if she could only go back to that happy time before.

She looked around at everyone that was smiling knowing the next award was for Jungkook. She closed her eyes trying to think of good things to say about him, but so far it wasn’t working. She tried to picture herself eight years ago, when she was in love with him. The man who he was before everything turned into shit. When he knew what being loyal was.

“The top CEO of this year belongs to....Jeon Jungkook!!”

She gave the camera a smile before standing up and clapping her hands. She turned around bowing to everyone before making her way to the stage. She gently took the award and she had to stop herself from throwing it on the ground. She went towards the microphone and let out a nervous laugh, “Thank you for voting my husband for this prestigious award. My husband works so hard and I’m so glad you guys can see it with your own eyes. It makes me so proud to be...to be his wife. Thank you so much, my husband is probably crying out in pleasure in his office because of this award. Thank you again.”

Everyone started clapping their hands and she bowed at everyone as her grip on the award tightened. She walked off the stage heading backstage to take pictures for the press. Once that was done, Sehun was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. She sighed and walked to him, “I’m ready to leave this place.”

“I was about to ask that. Let’s get the fuck out of here.”

That night, Sehun took her out to her favorite chicken place and everything felt normal. It wasn’t until she realized she still had to go home. She hated going home. It didn’t even feel like a home, it was just a nice house with expensive furniture within it. The drive back home was faster than she wanted it and before she could get out of the car, Sehun grabbed her wrist, “You could always stay at my place or even Chanyeol’s-”

“I’ll be okay. He’s probably at that whore’s house. I’ll be alone...it's better than him being here with me.”

Sehun frowned at this and nodded his head, “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure...thank you for always caring about me. I appreciate it.”

“Always. Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight, Sehun.”

She watched the car leave her driveway and she let out a small sigh. She turned around and the giant house welcomed her but it wasn’t a warm one. She walked into her house and the darkness welcomed her, something she was used to. She went up the marble stairs as her heels echoed through the house. She made it to her room well, their room. Might as well be called her room at this point.

She placed the award on his side and walked away from it. Just looking at the piece of metal was causing more heart troubles. She got out of her gown putting on her sweats. She glanced out the window smiling when she saw the stars keeping her company tonight. She took her phone out and let out a chuckle, no messages.

She stood in her office reading over the reports, when someone entered. She looked up from her desk as a wave of nerves (the good kind) came her way. Kim Seokjin stood there with his hair sleeked back with a pair of glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, it made her heart beat faster. He gave her a small smile and let out a deep sigh, “I’m sorry but I have to give you another report, Y/N.”

She nodded her head mentally slapping herself for being shy right now. She let out a small cough and stood up from her desk to go over to him. She gently took the folder from him and gave him a nervous smile, “T-Thanks, Dr. Kim.”

“Neh, Y/N, I told you to call me Jin.”

God damn it that's right, “I-I’m sorry, I forgot... hahaha.”

“Oh, by the way...you looked beautiful last night on tv.”

If she had water in her mouth, it would’ve been spat out. She felt her face turning red and she scratched the back of her neck, “Thank you...I try my best with looking good.”

He let out a small laugh and shook his head, “You don’t need to try...I’ll see you at lunch.”

She blinked her eyes at him as she watched him leave her office. She felt like a school girl hearing the older man say that to her. She had a small crush on Seokjin, it was hard not to. Everyone in the office talked about him because he was handsome, kind and charming, everything a man should be. Jin actually recommended her to the hospital, she remembers him saying that she was the best of the best. Ever since then, she had a crush on him. A married woman having a crush should be seen as a sin but she didn’t see herself as a married woman anymore.

She went to sit back at her desk when her cellphone started buzzing in her pocket. She took her phone out and all the joy she had was sucked out of her when she saw the caller Id. She answered the phone, “What?”

“Is that how you answer your phone to your husband?”

“Yes.” She walked back to her desk and sat in her chair as she looked down at the folder. She smiled to herself but it quickly disappeared when she heard his voice again.

“I need the house tonight.”

“Why? So you can fuck Abby or whatever her name is?”

“Her name is Rue and no. I just want to be by myself.”

“I haven’t seen you in like a month...” Yes, she hated him but she also missed him. She missed what they had and even though it's idiotic, she had hoped things would go back. Things would never be normal between them but she just wanted to feel something with him again...instead of being disappointed.

“Well, you can see me tomorrow if you want.”

She sighed to herself and set the folder on her desk, “Whatever you want...I’ll stay at Chanyeol or Sehun’s house.”

“You still talk to them?”

“If you paid attention to your so-called wife then you would know I do.”

“You're overreacting. Anyways, since you miss me so much, we can have dinner tomorrow.”

“Whatever...”

She removed her phone from her ear, rolling her eyes. She was annoyed at him but more at herself. She hated how her heart still yearns for him but she knew it was because she missed how things were. She wasn’t in love with him anymore, she knew that much. She just feels like she had to stay in this marriage to prove to everyone that Jungkook wasn’t bad. It was mostly for herself...she didn’t want to look an idiot.

During lunch, she sat with Sehun and Chanyeol as they gave her a sad look. The same sad look that made her feel worthless. Sehun didn’t say anything (she already knew how he felt) but Chanyeol didn’t stop himself, “Y/N...are you sure going to dinner with him tomorrow is good?”

She wiped her mouth and took a sip of her water, “I mean...it would be good to see him. Just to know how things are.”

Chanyeol shook his head at this, “This isn’t good for you.”

“I know but...I just-”

“Because you're scared to get a divorce. You're scared that once you get the divorce that no one would want you.”

She didn’t say anything. She took another bite of her food and she felt a tap on her shoulder. She looked up and her face turned red when saw Jin smiling at her, “I was wondering if we could hang out.”

She swallowed her food and pointed to herself, “Me?”

He let out a small laugh and nodded his head, “Yeah...I missed hanging out with you.”

She blinked her eyes and nodded her head, “Y-Yeah...I would love that.” She glanced at Sehun and Chanyeol who were eating food, avoiding her eyes. She picked up her lunch bag and smiled at him, “Alright show me the way.”

They headed towards his office and she ignored all the eyes that looked at them. She entered his office and sat down as he did the same. He gave her another smile but it felt different from the others. She placed her lunch on the dark wood and before she could grab her fork, Jin placed his hand on top of hers. She looked up at him with a surprised look but didn’t say anything.

“Y/N...I’m worried about you.”

“Oh? Why?”

He sighed and lifted his hand off of her. He gave her a look that made her feel like he truly cared for her (something she wasn’t used to), “Jungkook...you deserve so much better. You always help him while he doesn’t do anything for you. It’s not fair and I’m tired of seeing you get hurt because of him. You deserve better.”

She looked away not wanting him to see tears building up in her eyes but he saw it. She closed her eyes and let out a deep sigh, “I have no idea what you're talking about...Jin.”

“You do. Rue has told me everything.”

Her eyes opened widely and turned her head to look at Jin with a shock look, “H-How do-”

“She’s my very confused little sister. I’m very angry at her for doing this and ten times angrier when I found out it was you.”

“Y-Your sister?”

“Sadly yes...well step sister but sister nonetheless. Y/N, are you okay? Don’t tell lies.”

She looked down at her food and shook her head, “I’m f-fine. I-I need to go.”

She got up from the chair in a flash and ran out the room. It happened so fast that Jin couldn’t process what happened. She ran into the bathroom and went inside the stall. She sat on top of the toilet as she started sobbing, not caring if anyone heard. It echoed through the room and the white tiles memorized her crying. She clenched her chest as she leaned forward, hoping it would make her feel better. Why can’t he pick her? She’s done so much for him but it was as if he didn’t care and she hated that she cared about that. When will it be her turn to be happy?

Y/N stared at Jungkook with a blank expression as tears fell down her face, “I-I don’t understand.”

He sighed and crossed his arms at her, as if she was stupid. He leaned against the wall and looked at her with pure hatred in his eyes, “I said we have an open relationship.”

“S-Since when?”

“Since now. I met someone and she's my secretary. I still need you though.”

She was shocked. She didn’t know what to say or do. She couldn’t google what to do when your husband comes home to tell you this. She continued to stare at him with the blank expression, “What’s her name.”

“Kim Rue.” She nodded her head and stood up from the bed. She grabbed her purse and walked out as he watched with a raised eyebrow, “Where are you going?”

“Fuck off.”

It felt surreal. He was in front of her, eating dinner with her. He wasn’t focused on his phone or on another girl, he was focused on her. They were eating dinner at the restaurant that Jungkook proposed to her. It felt so long ago, that it felt like a myth at this point. She didn’t even know why she agreed to this. Sehun didn’t give her his two cents but instead comforted her through the night as she cried. She picked up her wine and looked at him through the clear glass. He still looked so handsome even when he committed sin. Sin that should rip his heart out as he cried out in pain instead of her.

He dropped his fork and gave her a smile (an ugly smile now), "How's the hospital?”

“Good.”

“How-”

“Why did you invite me to this? You have Rue.”

He sighed and looked down at the white cloth before looking back at her, “I need a public outing with my wife.”

She raised her eyebrow and looked around the restaurant. Her eyes landed on the paparazzi that was clearly trying to hide themselves. She sighed and shook her head, “Could’ve told me.”

“Oh? Why?”

“So I could muster a fake smile with you.”

He scoffed at this and took a sip of his drink, “We both know you still love me. So stop acting, come on, let's have a good night. Like old times?”

“You make me sick.”

“Don’t act like that now. You used to love me teasing you.”

“I used to love a lot about you but time has changed.”

She took another sip of her wine and he rolled his eyes at her. He took out a velvet box and pushed it towards her with a gentle smile (the smile that meant so much to her). She glanced down at the box and then at him with a raised eyebrow, making him laugh, “It’s for you. For accepting that award.”

“I’m not a dog. You don’t reward me when I do something.”

“Fucking christ, just accept it.”

She sighed and took the box. She slowly opened it and she let out a small scoff. She glanced at him and smiled (knowing the camera was pointing at her). She leaned forward placing her hand on top of his but her eyes held nothing, “This isn’t my birthstone, asshole.”

“You were born in November? Right?”

“No, I was born in fucking March. Unbelieveable."

She pulled back from him and took out the necklace. It was beautiful but she knew he was thinking of someone else when he got it. She had to wear the necklace, it was for the cameras and she didn’t want him to look bad. She didn’t understand herself. She hated what he did to her but she didn’t want him to look bad, it wasn’t in her nature. Maybe she was naive or even stupid but she wasn’t going to stoop to his level.

She placed the necklace on and gave him a fake smile (not the cameras would know), “Thanks...”

She picked up her wine and took a longer sip as Jungkook watched with a look that she couldn’t decipher. He rubbed the back of his neck and sighed, “I’m sorry Y/N...I really wanted to get you something. I do appreciate everything you’ve done for me and I couldn’t even do anything for you. I’m sorry.”

She choked on her wine. He was apologizing? He hasn’t done that since the beginning of their relationship but here he was looking bad. She placed her glass back on the table and tilted her head at him, “What are you playing at?”

“I do feel bad...I haven’t been there for you. I’m sorry. I don’t deserve the title of being your husband.”

She was shocked and even that was an understatement. In the three years of him being with Rue, he had never acknowledged his wrong doings. She was convinced that he didn’t even think what he was doing was wrong. She sat there staring at him with pure shocked cause what the fuck was happening right now? She let out a small cough and looked away from his intense eyes, “W-What do you mean?”

“I want to treat you like my wife...if you let me.”

She blinked her eyes at him and pinched her arm. When she realized that this was real life, she had no idea what to do. He was looking at her the same way he used to and it honestly made her feel happy. She wasn’t sure if she loved him or not but feeling seen by him made her feel special. She slowly nodded her head at him, “O-Okay...”

The “couple” made their way outside of the restaurant with the cameras flashing on them. She posed next to him with a real smile this time and it felt nice to have that feeling again. He grabbed her hand and headed to his car with silence that didn’t feel like it was killing her. He drove the car to somewhere that was familiar but it wasn’t home. She glanced out the window and frowned, “Why are we going to the office?”

“Its a surprise.”

She didn’t say anything after that. What was there to say? She knew no matter how many questions came out of her mouth, he wouldn’t answer them. She continued to stare out the window. When they stopped at a light her eyes landed on a mother and her child. It was a sight that melted her heart, the mother held the child and kissed its cheeks. This little scene made her smile because it made her think of her own mother, someone who she needed to call soon.

They walked inside the building that caused so many insecurities for her but she let him lead the way. The elevator ride had this tension, she couldn’t explain it. It was more coming from him than herself but she didn’t want to question it. She didn’t want to embarrass herself if she was wrong. When they walked onto his floor, her eyes wandered to the desk in front of his office. That's where she sat. Y/N pictured her in her head. She was of course younger than she was and she looked like an actress but she didn’t have that mature aura that Y/N had. She saw him coming up to her for a chat or even a peck on the forehead. Before her thoughts consumed her, Jungkook pulled her into his office.

Confusion couldn’t even describe how she felt. Here he was looking at her like how they first had sex. It made her feel warm. There was the warmth in his eyes that has been missing for years and she saw it tonight. She felt it tonight, it felt like the first time.

A breathless gasp left her lips. In a matter of seconds, their hands were everywhere. Their breathing quickened and soft gasps echoed in his dorm room. They were hastily pulling off clothes as Jungkook placed kisses on the new territory. Jungkook pulled away from her neck and she titled her head at him with a confused look, “What?”

“Nothing.” He gave her a smile and leaned forward placing a kiss on her forehead, making her giggle, “You’re just so beautiful.” Her face turned red and turned her head from him, “Sh-shut up.”

She pulled him back in for a kiss, wrapping her legs around his waist to bring them closer. So close that she felt his hard cock against her. She felt a shiver at the feeling and he was now humping her at a rapid speed. His hard, throbbing cock slid between her folds (hitting her clit at some points) as he let out a loud groan, “Y/N, I-I want it so bad.”

“Fuck me Kook.”

Hearing her words, he scrambled grabbing his dick and pushing it in. In her head, Y/N laughed at his eagerness but it quickly left when he thrusted harshly, “Ah~”

He let out a small chuckle and his hands went towards her chest. Pinching her nipples harshly, “Thought you said you could take it, Y/N.”

“Sh-shut up.”

He could feel her squeezing around him as he moved at his fast pace. He still couldn’t believe this was happening, “Fuck you feel so good, Y/N.” One hand was gripping her waist while the other one was groping her chest.

“Harder~.”

“Yeah? What a whore.” Jungkook smirked as he readjusted himself and pushed her legs up. Her knees were now almost touching the white sheets on either side of her head (she didn’t even know she could do that). She felt like she was stretched wide open as he began jackhammering into her, “Fuck, Jungkook.”

She could feel every thrust through her body. The only sounds that she could make were moans and it made his ego grow, “Is someone gonna cum?”

She nodded frantically at him as she looked away from his face to let out a louder moan, “Jung-Jungkook~”

“Cum for me, Y/N. Let everyone know in this building who you belong to.”

“Jungkook~!” One more thrust and it sent her over the edge. The reminder of what they were supposed to do crossed her mind. All her textbooks were thrown on to the floor and notes were long gone from the bed. Jungkook tossed his back as he orgasmed, buried deep inside her. As they came back to reality, they locked eyes. Smiles appeared on their faces as they panted with red faces.

He leaned down and kissed the tip of her nose, “I love you...”

“I love you more...”

Two months. Nothing changed. Okay, to give credit to where credit is due. Jungkook acted like the perfect husband for half a month, it was like the beginning of their marriage. He would stay up for her when she worked long nights at the hospital and had more outings together when they had time. Then everything changed when Y/N found out why he changed. Rue went on a trip and was gone for that time period. She found out by Jin and everything made sense. She was the rebound.

After she found out, she became distant again. She felt so stupid that she thought things would go back to what it was. It made her realize that it will never go back to normal. He will never change but she can and she will.

She's a doctor and she knows the symptoms. She tracked her period accurately and knew something was wrong. Deep down, she prayed it wasn’t true but her thoughts said another thing. She sat in Sehun’s office with a blanked expression towards the tile floor. Sehun understood why she did it but all because he can explain why she did it doesn’t mean it's okay. He walked back in and she slowly looked up at him with a hopeful look. That look was quickly wiped away when she saw his eyes, “Y/N...you're pregnant."

Those words were supposed to send happiness but instead it broke her heart. How could she do this? Having a child with someone who clearly doesn’t love her and is using her for popularity, wasn’t on her bingo card. She nodded her head at him and closed her eyes, “I-I’m getting a divorce.”

Sehun raised his eyebrow but nodded his head at her, “Are you?”

“Yes. My child doesn’t deserve to see that disrespectful asshole. This child is going to have a better life and they won’t have to question their worth.”

“Y/N...”

“They won’t stay up at night waiting for him to come home or even doing shit to get his attention-”

“Y/N!” She looked at Sehun with wide eyes as the tears fell down her face. He tossed the clipboard onto his desk and brought her head into his chest, “No more crying for that asshole.”

She turned her head and the tears soaked his shirt as his fingers ran through her hair. He kissed the top of her head as she continued to sob, “No matter what, it will be okay.”

“Sign here.”

The silence in the office made her skin crawl. She watched him pick up the pen but his hand hovered above the documents. Hesitation but she didn’t know why. She was never his wife to begin with, she was only a pawn in his world. He needed her but not for love and comfort but for power. She cried so much over him but in this moment the roles are reversed. She sat there with a stern look while he cried looking at the life changing documents but no sound came from him. He wasn’t sad at losing her but sad he lost his pawn.

“Y-Y/N are you sure?”

“Yes, I haven’t been your wife in years.”

She watched his eyes widen as he glanced back and forth at the paper and at her, “You’ve always been my wife.”

She let out a humorless laugh and shook her head, “I lost that title when you found another. The night that you said we had an open relationship, I was no longer your wife. We both know why you needed me...”

He sighed and let the black ink do the talking that he couldn’t do. She smiled at this and felt the chain around her neck was broken. She felt some relief seeing him cry and she didn’t care if that made her sound like a bad person. After all the crying, seeing the person that made you cry was rewarding. If that makes her evil then she would rather be evil with a smile instead of unhappy and in tears.

The documents slid to her and it was her turn to sign. She picked up her pen and as she read the document, memories of the past came.

Jungkook looked at her with a smile as he grabbed her hand. The two sat at the beach as the moon kissed the water and the stars touched their skin. Jungkook wanted to take her to the beach after their date and she agreed. The two just graduated from college and everything was perfect. Jungkook was the new CEO of his father’s company and Y/N got an internship at the hospital that she wanted to work at.

He leaned forward and placed a kiss on her cheek, “You know, I’m going to make you my wife soon.”

“Oh? Are you?”

He nodded his head and looked out at the water with a smile, “I want to get you the ring that you deserve. I want it to sparkle just like how you sparkle in my life.”

“Do you want the ring back?”

She watched him scratch the back of his neck and sigh, “No...you keep it.”

“I’m not going to keep it. I need you to know that.”

“I figured.”

She bowed her head at her lawyer who left the office and Jungkook watched him leave with a blank expression. His eyes moved back to her and frowned, “So...this is it?”

“Seems like it.”

He glared at her and knocked off his coffee cup making it fly across the room. He slammed his hands on the dark wood as his eyes heated up looking at her, “How can you be so calm? Did you even love me?”

She scoffed at this and shook her head at him, “Why did you think I stayed? I always loved you and I was stupid for thinking that you would pick me. I was never your first choice and you know that. How dare you get mad at me for this? YOU’RE THE ONE THAT CAUSED THIS!”

Jungkook couldn’t defend himself, not that she wanted to hear it. She got up from the table and walked before he could say anything to her, she was done with him. Well, she knew one day she would have to tell him about his child but for now she was done. The selfish man will be his downfall and she wanted nothing to do with it.

The public didn’t take Jungkook and Y/N’s divorce well. Especially when the truth came out about him. Many weren't shocked about him but a good handful of important figures were shocked (for some reason). Many said that his good looks got him into trouble while others shared their sympathy towards Y/N. Not that she needed it. Rue was plastered on all the magazines, the villain of the story. Y/N should feel bad for the young girl but instead she only chuckled at the tears captured on all forms of media.

Y/N sat in her office and the door opened revealing Jin giving her smile, “Happy divorce.”

“That’s new. Thank you.”

He sat in front of her with his smile sending butterflies to her stomach, “I’m glad you did it.”

“I am too...you must hate me.”

He looked at her with confusion, “Why would I hate you?”

“Jin...I ruined your sister's life. You should hate me.”

“Do I look like I hate you?”

Her lips pressed together making a straight line as she looked away from his intense eyes, “No...you don’t.”

“My sister deserves it. She knew exactly what she was doing and persuaded him anyway. He also is no better. I would never hate you, L/N Y/N.”

Her eyes widened at this and her head snapped back at him. It’s been forever since she heard her last name, it sent shivers especially when it came from him. She blinked her eyes at him and smiled, “L/N Y/N....I-I haven’t heard that in so long.”

“You’ve always been L/N Y/N. Remember that...I actually had a question for you.”

She raised her eyebrow and she felt nervous now. She nodded her head and gripped her pants under the table, “O-Of course you can.”

He let out a small chuckle and shook his head, “You don’t have to be nervous around me Y/N. I was just wondering if you would like to go on a lunch date with me?”

“Lunch date?”

“Yeah, if you want. It could be whatever you want.”

She smiled at this and nodded her head rapidly, “I would love that.”

“That’s good. Oh, also. Congrats on becoming a mom.”

She frowned at this and glanced down at her messy desk, “Y-Yeah...Does that put you off?”

“Why would that put me off?”

“Because I was so stupid. Stupid enough to try again with him when I knew deep down it wasn’t right. I just wanted him to love me again even though I didn’t love him. I guess I just wanted affection like how it was in the beginning and my naivety took over. I let my insecurities do the talking instead of my logic and now I'm having a child with someone that only sees me as a power play. You should be put off by me...”

He shook his head and stood up from the chair. She watched him closely as he moved to be by her side and grabbed her hands gently. He sat on his knees as she looked down at him, “You were trying your hardest with the situation that was given to you...your not stupid, you were hopeful. You wanted him to give you love because you loved him once upon a time, you wanted to feel important for once. This is something you need to face but you won’t do it alone, I won’t allow that.”

Her eyes started to water and she jumped out of her chair to wrap her arms around Jin’s neck, “I-I want to feel love...”

“And you will.”

The snow created images on the window as Y/N stared outside in complete silence. So much has changed in a matter of a year that she couldn’t even rationalize anything. She had a baby girl, L/N Jisoo. It wasn’t what the movies always displayed. Jisoo was premature and had to stay in the hospital for a month to make sure she was okay. It was a stressful time but Sehun and Chanyeol helped her out by taking care of the paperwork and checking her house. There was one person that stayed by her side twenty-four seven and that person was Jin. They weren’t dating officially but they both made it clear they like each other, maybe even love. It wasn’t the time to make a confession.

She heard her name in the hospital room and she turned her head to see Jin sitting on the couch with a frown. He was tired, they both were but they would never say it out loud to each other. She slowly walked towards him and sat next to him with her head going to his shoulder like a magnet. They both looked at the baby with tired smiles and he rubbed her arm gently, “Tomorrow is the big day.”

“She comes home to us.”

“See I told you.”

She raised her eyebrow and lifted her head to look at him, “Told me what?”

“You would feel love.”

Her eyes widened at this and let out a small chuckle. She turned her head to look at her daughter with a red face, “Shut up.”

“Yah! Jin you can’t keep letting her get away with drawing on the documents!”

“It’s art and I always have copies!”

She sighed to herself and shook her head with a chuckle escaping, “That’s not the point dear.”

He glanced down to see Jisoo drawing away on an important document but he shrugged. He looked back up at Y/N with a small smirk, “Are you jealous of her artwork?”

“Jin, shut up. I need to get ready for work, are you sure you’ll be okay?”

He rolled his eyes at her and leaned down, kissing her on the forehead, “I’ve taken care of her for two years, have faith in me.”

“I always have faith in you but she has you wrapped around her little finger.”

“You have me wrapped around your finger too, darling. Don’t forget that.”

She let out a laugh and nodded her head. She put on her coat and smiled at him, “I’ll miss you...”

“You’ll be home in an hour, Sehun said it’s a quick meeting but you need to be there to approve some things.”

“I know, I just hate being away from you and Jisoo.”

“The faster you go, the faster you’ll be back.”

She blew him a kiss and left their house. She can’t believe it's been two years already. Two years passed by and she was living with her boyfriend while they took care of their daughter together. Jin adopted her after her first birthday and Y/N couldn’t be happier with Jisoo having him as a father. Speaking of fathers, Jungkook didn’t know about Jisoo. After their divorce and the public losing their interest in Jungkook’s life, Y/N cut off all ties with him. She didn’t even know if he had the same number but she didn’t care.

She stopped at the stop light letting out a small sigh. She hated working on Sundays, it was supposed to be her day off but here she was going to work. The light snowfall didn’t make things easier, it just made her more depressed. When the light turned green, she went forward but that's when everything went black. A truck tried running the red light and Y/N was hit hard. Everything around her was quiet and her vision was blurred. The only thing she saw was the white specks falling down slowly. She slowly closed her eyes and nothingness hit her...

Y/N woke up and looked around to get an answer. She saw her daughter looking at her with her head tilted in the middle of her room, “Jisoo?”

“Mommy, who's my dad?”

She rubbed her forehead and looked at her with a confused look, “Jisoo, what are you-”

“Who’s Jungkook?”

Y/N blinked her eyes and Jisoo was now a teenager. She couldn’t understand what was happening but the shock stopped her from questioning what was happening, “Ho-how do you know that name baby?”

“Mom, tell me the truth. Dad, isn’t my real dad is he?”

Y/N shook her head and tried making her way to Jisoo but her head was stopping her. The pain jolted through her body as she sat there holding her head, “Jisoo, please.”

“Who’s my real dad!”

She opened her eyes slightly and the only thing she saw was bright white lights above her head, blinding her. She heard talking but she couldn’t focus on the words and the only thing she saw was the light blue clothing that surrounded her. She closed her eyes again, allowing the light to sing her to sleep.

Beep. Beep. What the hell? She opened her eyes for what felt like the hundredth time and saw herself in a bed. It wasn’t her bed at home and she recognized the hospital blanket fast. She wanted to sit up but her body would not allow her to so she turned her head to see Jin sleeping on the couch, “J-Jin...”

His eyes snapped open and he jumped up from the couch. He made his way to her and carefully sat on the bed, grabbing her hand ever so gently, “Y/N? Baby?”

“Jin, wh-what the hell happened? I have a meeting with Sehun.”

He let out a sad chuckle and shook his head, “Baby, it’s been two weeks...there is no meeting. I don’t want to dump all this information on you but...you got into a horrible accident. You broke your neck and hit your head really hard...I-I thought I was going to lose you.”

“I-I was in an accident?”

He nodded his head and brought her hand to place a kiss on her knuckles, “Don’t worry. I’m suing him right now.”

“What other injuries do I have?”

“Shockingly, you only broke your neck. You had bruises and cuts but that’s it. Even the surgeons were shocked.”

She nodded her head (the best she could) and looked outside the window to see the white specks falling still. She sighed and looked at Jin with a frown, “I had an epiphany.”

“O-Okay? Was it good?”

“I need to tell Jungkook about Jisoo.”

Jin looked at her with a shocked look but nodded his head, “I see...if that’s what you want. Can I ask why?”

“I had this vision of her being a teenager...she found out that you weren’t her real dad and the look she had killed me...it hurt. I know it was my mind doing it but it hurt still. I need to do it for her.”

“If you want to do that then I’ll support you no matter what. My only thing is...I don’t trust Jungkook with Jisoo.”

“I was thinking that he can visit her at our house only for now until we have trust. Wait, where's Jisoo?”

“She’s with Sehun, don't worry. Alright, we can do that. Shit, let me get Chanyeol. He needs to check on you. Fuck I got so excited seeing you that I forgot.”

She let out a small laugh but it quickly turned into a groan, “Don’t make me laugh so hard. It hurts.”

“I wasn’t trying to be funny-” Before he could say anything else, the door opened revealing Chanyeol glaring at Jin. “Shit.”

“You ass, you were supposed to tell me when she wakes up. I don’t give a fuck that shes your girlfriend now, I have more power.”

Y/N rolled her eyes and slowly turned her head towards Chanyeol, “Hey you.”

Chanyeol scoffed and shook his head, "That's what you say to me after being knocked out for two weeks after an accident.”

“Yes?”

He sighed at this and looked down at his clipboard, “Your body is strong. You only broke your neck and hit your head when the truck impacted your car. You hit your head hard on the side of the door and the glass cut your arms and legs. You had bruises all over your body but other than that you came out great for someone that was hit head on with a car.”

She sighed to herself and turned to look at Jin, “It’s because I’m a mother, that’s why I’m so strong.”

“That’s disgusting. We're going to have an orthopedic to look at your neck before you can leave.”

“When can she leave?”

“When she gets grounded, I would say in three or four days.”

She intertwined her fingers with Jins and let a smile appear on face, “That's not too bad...”

“It’s not but baby you can’t push yourself either. I know you want to go home but don’t rush yourself, okay?”

“Okay.”

Two days and Y/N hated being in this bed. Jin left her today to take care of Jisoo and she was still in this stupid neck brace. She knew she had to stay in this for about two months and she found that annoying. She sat in her bed letting the food show relax her body but that all changed when her door opened. She turned her head and she was expecting Chanyeol or Sehun but her eyes widened when she saw a ghost from the past looking at with worried eyes, “Jung-Jungkook? What are you doing here?”

He smiled at her and walked towards her with a bouquet of daises. He placed them on her side table and pushed a chair towards her bed as she watched him. He sat in the chair and sighed, “Your brother told me what happened...I asked him how you were doing and he told me what happened. He said something interesting though.”

“Oh?”

“He said that even though he hated me, he wanted me to know just in case his goddaughter is left alone.”

Fucking snitch, “O-Oh really? That’s weird.”

“Y/N...do we have a daughter?”

She sighed and turned her head towards the tv, “I have a daughter.”

“Y/N-”

“Jungkook, I know you're smart. Figure it out.”

He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck before looking at her, “I’m glad you're alright.”

“Geez thanks.”

“I-I’m not good at this. I don’t want you to feel awkward when you're in pain.”

“That never stopped you before.”

He ran his fingers through his hair roughly and let out a frustrated sigh, “I don’t want to argue. Can I-I see her?”

“Only if me or Jin is there to watch you. We don’t trust you with her.”

“J-Jin?”

“My boyfriend and Jisoo’s father. Problem?”

He shook his head and looked down at the floor, “Jin’s been taking care of her?”

She scoffed at him and looked at him with a glare, “Yeah and? You’re lucky Jin didn’t hurt you for what you did to me.”

“Do you love him?”

“Yes. visiting hours end in two minutes. Hurry up and say whatever you want to say.”

“Can I see Jisoo...I like the name by the way.”

“Thank you, Jin gave me the name to use. Only if we're there. I don’t trust you, I’m only doing this because I don’t want to die one day without her knowing the truth. When she becomes older, you’re going to tell her your sins. I’ll be damned if I have to say it cause it still hurts to this day. You’re a piece of shit still but I’ll let you see her.”

Jungkook looked at her with a soft smile and nodded his head, “T-Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me. How’s Rue?”

“You know I’m not with her anymore, I’m sure. You’re dating Jin.”

“I know, I just wanted to see your hurt face. Now, get out. Visiting hours are over.”

He let out another sigh and stood up from the chair giving her one last look, “Will you always be hostile towards me?”

“Yeah, probably. You deserve so much more so be grateful for this.”

He nodded his head and went to walk out the room but before he left, he looked back at her, “Thank you for giving life to something so precious.”

“Mmm...now get out.”

He nodded his head and left the room. She let out the biggest sigh and shook her head to herself, “Fucking asshole. He hasn’t changed at all.” Her phone (Jin bought her a new phone) buzzed next to the daisies and she slowly picked it up. She unlocked her phone and smiled at Jin’s message. It was a picture of Jin and Jisoo cuddling on the bed and she felt so happy seeing them together. Jin will always be Jisoo’s father no matter what and Jungkook will just be there. Maybe in the future things will get better but for now, he should be grateful for seeing Jisoo.

She called Jin and he picked up so fast making her giggle, “Did you see it?”

“I love it. I love you guys so much. Forever and ever.”

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Perfect Places - tasm!Peter Parker x f!reader (Chapter One)

a/n: this is the first part of a multi-chaptered fic i’ve been writing since i saw nwh and fell back into my tasm!peter obsession. hope you enjoy this one as much as i’ve enjoyed writing it. i plan on it being around 10 chapters long, and covering about the span of a year in the life of our dear peter and the reader. comment if you’d like to be added to the tag list <3

summary: your family is worried about you being abysmally single. so, it’s honestly a good thing your best friend/roommate happens to not mind fake dating you for your exes wedding.

t/w: mentions of alcohol/alcoholism. eugene has struggled with it in the comics, so it is mentioned here as well for my version of him.

posted on ao3.

NEXT CHAPTER

You’re losing your mind. The time for questioning has been long gone. Your students hate you and you’re wondering if maybe you’d gone into the wrong field, because you don’t know what else you can do to make them like, or even respect, you.

And then you get the phone call from hell and lift your head to the heavens and plead with anyone out there, because why else would all of this be happening to you?

Your students decided it was a great idea to start a food war. In the middle of class. Not even in the cafeteria—because apparently these days that’s not the thing to do. One student threw a Pringle at another, and then carrots were flying, and you found yourself ducking beneath your desk until you finally got the nerve to shout at them that they all had detention.

Now, it might have been a little dramatic. And you don’t even know if you can technically give them all detention, but it certainly got them to shut up long enough for the final bell of the day to signal and for them to be off for the buses. Let that be the bus driver’s problem. You could care less by that point.

You’re plucking food from your hair when your mother’s name pops up on your phone, requesting a FaceTime. You know it’s because she’s likely with Grandma and they both want to see you in all your beautiful, mid-afternoon glory. Meanwhile, you look like you’ve survived a war—because in many ways you have—and desperately need a shower. And a hug. You might have to beg Peter for one of the selfish ones, where he clings to you while your arms dangle at your side.

Sighing, you grip the phone in hand and slide the toggle to the right. As predicted, your mother and grandma smile at you on the other end of the line. You miss the both of them, though they only live an hour or so away on Long Island, and immediately feel your lips slide into a grin.

“Hi, baby! You look so beautiful,” your mother coos, and you know for certain she’s lying.

“Let me get a look at her!” Grandma shouts on the other end, shoving her way into the frame. “Oh, darling, I miss you so much. How was your day?”

You wince. “Well. You see. My children thought starting a war was a great idea for the day. I’ll be scrubbing my hair for weeks.”

“That bad?” Mom asks, frowning.

I shrug. “I mean, they’re great. I love them all, but I also wish sometimes I could go with five minutes of peace before they try to actually kill one another.”

“You poor thing.”

You exhale and say, “The looks on your face are not innocent. What’s going on?”

“There’s a reason why we are calling, sweetheart; and I think you know what it is,” your mother begins, the phone shaking as she settles down on the living room couch in your parent’s home.

But you do know. It’s in the envelope currently sitting on your refrigerator door. An invitation to Eugene Thompson’s wedding to Rachelle Gordon. The perfect familial affair. Everyone is so proud that Flash is finally settling down and marrying the love of his life. And you’re happy for him. Truly. But the idea of him moving on, while you’re still ridiculously single at twenty-six does sometimes hit you at the worst times. This being one of them, as your mother and grandma look at you with what you imagine to be pity in their gazes.

“How are you feeling about all of it?” Your mother asks.

“I’m fine.”

And you are. Truly. Again. Flash and you dated on and off for two years while he struggled with various stages of alcoholism you hated his father for. Granted, no one knew about it until he’d already gotten himself clean and went off to boot camp. When he came back, he’d broken things off for the last time. A sad speech which ended with a teary, ‘It’s not me, it’s you.’ So, might you have been a bit bitter? Sure. But people fall in and out of love all the time; clearly, he stopped loving you. Such is life, right?

“I just know you recently broke up with that other guy, what was his name again?”

“You mean Bryan? He was Peter’s coworker, and we hardly dated. It was more like a few weeks of coffee and dinner dates where we barely talked to one another.” Because you had nothing in common, other than the fact you shared Peter.

There was also no spark.

“Plus, that ended months ago,” you add, sitting down in your chair.

“Oh dearie, we just want you to be happy,” Grandma chimes in, practically shoving mom out of the way so she can see herself.

“I am happy, Gram.”

Happiness wasn’t found in a man, woman…or any romantic relationship, really. Or in a family. Or children. There were days you weren’t even sure you wanted them. Last week you’d been in Target, the best, most favorite place in the world, and found yourself wanting to put your head in a wall when a child started screaming. Your uterus suddenly exhaled a sigh of, ‘We are in no hurry here, girl. You do you.’

Still, you know how much your mother desires that for you. For her children to have children. The same goes for Gram. Fortunately, they’ve been off your back because Jeremy and Betty—your brother and his wife—announced they were pregnant earlier this year. She’s around seven months now, which means excitement is at an all-time high. It’s easier to overlook the perpetually single daughter of the family. You like it this way.

She smiles. “I just want to see my favorite granddaughter”—You’re her only granddaughter—“find herself a good man who she can give me great-grandbabies with one day. I don’t know how much longer I have. Also, honey, studies show fertility begins to dwindle after twenty-five, and so…”

Gram trails off in her speech, and if there were a record playing in the background, that screeching pause sound you hear in all the sitcoms is what you would have heard. Suddenly you are sweating. You know Gram is likely laying it on thick because she thinks she now has no filter on what she says in her advanced age, but the words make guilt swirl in your stomach.

And then you panic. You don’t realize what you’re saying until you blurt out, “I actually have a boyfriend, though! So no need to worry; there is hope.”

Now both women are fighting for the screen. “Boyfriend?!”

Your mother practically wails, as if choir angels are singing in the background. A chorus of ‘Hallelujahs’ pours from their lips at the miracle which took place.

It’s as if you’ve announced the sky is falling. You wish the sky would fall—preferably on you. A perfectly aimed asteroid right at your head to take you out, because what the hell is wrong with you?

You swallow and nod frantically. Are you crazy? Sure. But it’s too late to back out now. You rub your hand along the back of your neck and glance down at your desk—at the picture of your family, with Peter and May at your side. Peter’s arms are around your waist and he’s grinning so stupid big his eyes had gone all crinkly at the edges. Your head is tossed back in a laugh.

Forgive me for what I’m about to do, you think.

“Err—yup. I’m dating Peter. Isn’t that so fun?” You giggle out. It sounds a little unhinged on your ears. You wipe your sweaty palm on your thigh.

“Peter? As in May’s nephew?” Mom asks.

“That’s the one.”

It’s then you hear Jeremy. And you want to expire on the spot. Can a hole open in the ground? Can anyone hear you out there? Help.

“Is that my baby sis?” He calls in the background, leaning over the top of the couch to fit into the FaceTime call.

“Did you just say you are dating Parker?” He asks, a sly grin on his lips. At your nod, he chuckles. “Mom, I told you those two would eventually date. So happy for you! Just tell him I will kick his ass for any funny business.”

“Will do,” you say, feeling your eyes burn with unshed tears you blink away rapidly to hide your ever-growing mortification at what you’ve set into motion.

Peter is going to kill you. You can see it now. You’ll need to do damage control. Soften him up before you drop the bomb on him that the two of you are dating. If he doesn’t run out of your apartment screaming and fuming at you. Thankfully, there’s a donut shop he loves right on the way home; and if there’s one thing you know to be true, it’s that Peter Parker cannot say no to a chocolate donut if his life depended on it.

“Honey, we have to go. We are going to go shopping for the baby shower. But we will catch up on all of this. I want to know how it happened and all of that. We just knew you two would get together eventually,” your mother says. “Don’t you worry about the wedding weekend. I’ll take care of your arrangements and everything. We cannot wait to see you!”

Gram is next, beaming happily at you. Guilt swirls in your stomach because you falsely put that smile there. “You tell that boy he better save a dance for me. I need to make sure he’s up to snuff for my favorite grandbaby.”

“What about me, Gram!?” Your brother jests, waving to you in the camera. “Love you, sis.”

“Love you guys. See you soon.”

And you force yourself to grin until the call ends and you can only see your face reflected on the screen. Okay—okay, we can fix this, you think to yourself, racing around the room to gather your things.

Me: I’ll be home a little later than usual. Making a pit stop.

Peter: Can you grab toothpaste on the way?

Me: Did you squeeze too hard again?

Peter: I hate you.

—x—

“Peter, how much do you love me?” You call throughout the hall of your shared apartment, a box of donuts resting on your upturned palm.

“Depends on what you’re about to ask me,” he shouts back, the sound of his keyboard hitting your ears as you drop your keys onto the kitchen island. The toothpaste follows in a close second.

“Why do you always think I have an ulterior motive?” You ask.

“Because you always have an ulterior motive.”

You pout. “Rude.”

You place the box of donuts down next and watch as your doe-eyed best friend comes toppling over his makeshift desk set up and tries to open the box with his grabby hands. You swat him before he can open the box, slamming the lid down with your other hand. You’re surprised at the swiftness you move; usually, it’s Peter with his super reflexes who does stuff like that.

You’re sure there’s a wild look in your eyes because he looks at your face like he’s slightly worried for your sanity. And he should be. You’re pretty sure your eye is twitching. Your hands are shaking too. He can probably hear your heartbeat racing away in your chest.

“Before you have a donut—your favorites might I add because I’m your favorite and I listen to everything you tell me—I need you to hear my proposition.”

“For what?” He glances at you nervously, brows pinched high on his forehead.

“Well…you know Flash is getting married, right?”

“Uh-huh. We both got invitations in the mail but go on you weirdo.”

“My family FaceTimed me on my lunch today. They’re all going, obviously. His family was good friends with my family, blah blah blah. He’s best friends with my brother and all of that—"

“I know, weirdo. I’ve known you since college.”

“Okay, well grandma got on the phone and did the thing grandmas do where they question why you don’t have a boyfriend. When you plan on settling down. If you’re going to give them grandchildren before they die—”

“…She really said that?”

“More or less. Said I need to hurry up because she’s not getting any younger and my ovaries are about to be as dry as the Sahara Desert or something of that nature.” You pause because Peter’s looking at you like whatever sanity you had left when you walked in slipped away into the wind. “And my mom was then all, ‘honey I know it’s probably also hard seeing your ex get married and I kind of, uh—lost it.”

“How so?”

“You might want to sit down for this part.” You laugh uneasily, pushing him toward one of the island stools.

Clearing your throat, and swiping your hands on your jeans, you continue, “I blurted out that I’m actually not single.”

Peter grips your hand and mutters, “But you are, sweetheart.”

“You say poh-tay-toe, I say poh-tah-toe!” You gape, shaking his palm in yours.

“That’s not what you think you’re trying to say. But I get where you’re going with it.” He chuckles and adds, “You also say potato like every other person who has lived their whole life in New York, silly.”

“Okay, that’s why you graduated with a fancy science degree, and I did not.” You mentally slap yourself because that has absolutely nothing to do with science. Is that your eye twitching again?

You start pacing around the kitchen then. Your palms are sweaty. Knees start to wobble like a baby deer. Your arms become heavy. No vomit is yet on the floor, but isn’t this what Eminem talked about in one of his songs? Is this what he meant?

Peter calls your name and pulls you back into reality. You whirl around to face him and watch as those eyes meet yours, a frown settling over his lips. Normally you would find it sweet he cares so much about you, but what you’ve set into motion without him knowing has you spiraling.

“So I told them I was dating someone.”

“Yes, that would be implied when you lied and told them you weren’t single—”

“Hey, no pointing the finger, Peter Parker. Just last week you put your Spidey suit in my wash. All of my whites are now stained, thank you very much!”

You cross the room and wrap your arms around his neck, tossing yourself into his lap. Maybe if you bat your eyelashes, it’ll lessen the blow. He loves you, right? The unamused shove of his hand against your forehead makes you groan.

“I may or may not have told them I’mdatingyou.”

Peter laughs. And then laughs again, before pausing and looking you dead in the eyes. “I know I’m almost twenty-seven, and maybe my spider senses are dulling a bit, but it sounds like you just said you told them you’re dating me.”

You tap your finger against his nose and cringe. “That’s because I…did.”

He tosses his head back dramatically, squeezing your hip before righting you on your feet. He’s now the one pacing in the kitchen, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. He’s mad; he’s so, so mad and you’re sure you’re going to have to find a new roommate. And maybe a new best friend.

“What they say about this new…development?” he asks, not once pausing in that frantic pacing.

He’s going to wear a hole in the floor, and you don’t want to have to explain it to your grouchy landlord. The guy already hates you for accidentally knocking a clock off the wall and kind of maybe ripping a good chunk of the wallpaper in the process. Down to the sheetrock. Which you tried to cover the next week, only for Peter to come home after a patrol and point out that you apparently can’t just paint over that kind of disaster. Who knew?

You giggle, waving your hand in the air in a way you hope comes off as haphazard. “They were excited.”

“Okay. Excited is good, we can work with excited,” he says, pausing. “The look on your face tells me there’s more you’re not saying.”

You twirl your keys around on the countertop, the sound grating in the awkward silence. “They’re over the moon, Pete. I feel so bad because my mom immediately started planning on booking our suite for the weekend, and grandma did that thing she does that's super cute where she fans herself and clutches her chest like she’s heard the best news of her life.”

“It is really cute when she does that,” he concedes, before shaking his head as if reminding himself of how crazy this situation is and how mad at you he is. “Your mom is booking us a suite for the weekend? What did your brother say?”

“My brother said, and I’m paraphrasing, ‘I’m going to kick his ass for hooking up with my baby sister, but I’m so happy for your two.’”

“This is crazy. Are you insane?” He blurts the final word out, gripping onto your shoulders and shaking you slightly.

“I prefer your adorable friendly neighborhood best friend.”

He snorts and you pout. “Okay—look I know it’s bad. But I panicked! It’s just one weekend. A nice Friday to Sunday; only technically two nights in a hotel.”

“Did you forget the part where I’m Spider-Man and I might have to disappear at any given point to do my job?”

“At which point, and granted I’ve only loosely thought about this in my short walk home, I thought I might be able to just tell them we want to spend some alone adult time together. Can’t keep our hands off each other, am I right?” You sigh at how pathetic it sounds even on your ears.

“I’m waiting for you to say April Fools, and yet I think you’re serious and it’s actually kind of terrifying me right now and—no, no, no, sweetheart don’t cry.”

He’s wrapping his arms around your neck and pulling your face against his abs, which have become more defined thanks to years of crime-fighting, and you immediately wrap your arms around him back, trying to keep yourself from completely losing it. You sniffle miserably against him and whimper as he reaches into the box and hands you a fruity pebble sprinkled donut as a peace offering. A favorite of yours.

“It’s so dumb when I think about it now. Like I don’t care what people think of me, but it just came out. I word vomit sometimes, Pete.”

“I know.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I know.” He rubs a hand along your spine, your sniffles rocking against his solid form.

“It’s just…grandma.”

“I know,” he whispers, tapping on the bottom of your chin with a finger and tilting your head up to look at him. “I’ll do it if you want me to.”

Your lip wobbles a bit, and he stops it with his thumb, grinning down at you. “You’d really do it? I’ll pay the whole rent for this month. And I’ll do your laundry, too.”

He shoves your shoulder playfully. “These donuts are a good start of your future groveling to come.” He opens the box and shoves a whole chocolate one in his mouth. Once he’s somehow swallowed that one down, he presses a kiss to your forehead and then whispers oh so softly, “I’ll be the best fake boyfriend you’ve ever had.”

And your heart stutters in your chest. You’re pretty sure he can hear that too. Because there’s a horrible twist in all of this that you might have left out. Which he will never know because it would change the whole foundation of your friendship.

It goes like this: You’re in love with Peter Parker.

Have been for a few years now.

What could go wrong?

NEXT CHAPTER

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sukirichi · 4 years ago

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crush

pov. you have a crush on your brother’s best friend

request. Hi! Congrats on 2.4k!!🤩 For the event, may I request an au where reader is Yuuta’s sister? Can be gn/fem reader anything is fine. And they fall in love with Toge? Fluff fluff fluff please

notes. awww i love this request, i have a fat crush on toge so i enjoyed writing this! i made this a modern high school au, by the way!

You stare disappointedly at the black wrappings of your bento, sighing because your brother took the wrong one again. Waving goodbye to your friend, you made your way to your brother’s classroom, knocking on the door to get his attention. However, it isn’t your brother who’d stopped laughing mid-conversation. Instead, it’s a familiar-looking platinum haired guy, his purple eyes glimmering with mischief as he slapped your brother’s arm.

“Yo, Yuta, I think someone’s looking for you,” you heard him say.

Meanwhile, you just stood there blankly, your throat growing dry because he was cute – like actually handsome boy-next-door cute.

You’ve met lots of cute guys before, but they were all very immature that you found no interest in others. He, on the other hand, was nothing less of polite, shooting up from his seat because your stupid brother was too invested in his video games. The guy flashed you a bright smile, the beauty of his face up close enhanced that you felt your heart squealing.

Not that you’d ever show that, of course, so you just reciprocated with a polite smile to hide your frantic nerves.

“Hi! You here for Yuta-kun?”

“Y-yes.”

Before he could speak, an arm had shoved him aside. Yuta stood before you, his frown apparent while his friend stayed at the side, a smile still playing on his lips. It took all your energy to not stare at him too much in fear he’d easily read through you.

“Hey, what are you doing here?”

“You swapped lunches with me,” you shoved the black bento box to his chest, stepping closer to your brother to whisper in his ear. “Is that a friend of yours?”

“Yeah, he’s Toge. He used to play with us a lot before he moved away, but his family’s back in town. Don’t you remember him?”

“No…”

“Toge, come here!” he called out to his retreating friend, the guy freezing in his tracks before he jogged up to where you were quickly. Oh crap, you kept gushing, he really was cute. He placed an arm around your brother’s shoulder, nodding at you as a greeting. “Remember my sister? You used to play with her a lot when we were kids. You kept stealing her Barbies, remember?”

“I did?” Toge looked shocked, his back bending into a fake bow. “I’m very sorry for that, but don’t worry, I don’t do that anymore.”

“I don’t play with Barbies at this age!” you defended, heat spreading all over your skin when he winked at you. Both of them laughed at your flushed face, and you crossed your arms on your chest, glaring at your brother. Really though, you were just trying to hide the fact you were very attracted to his friend, even more so now that he was actually familiar. “Stupid Yuta-nii.”

“You’re cute,” Toge randomly piped in.

If you were feeling shy before, you couldn’t speak now.

“Dude, don’t talk about my sister like that,” Yuta gagged, slapping his friend on the chest who effortlessly ducked away, his laughter like music in your ears. You stared at him for who knew how long, his happiness absorbed in your body as you found yourself giggling back. Yuta, on the other hand, wasn’t as impressed, rolling his eyes at his friend before turning to you. “You should go back to class. The bell will ring soon.”

“Okay,” you nodded quietly, hesitating for a moment. Surely it wouldn’t be too weird, right? Deciding to heck with it though, you balled your hands into fists, mustering the courage to look him in the eye as you said, “See you, Toge-senpai.”

He simply shrugged his brows up as a farewell, and just like that, you dashed down the hall so fast you put Quicksilver to shame.

Great. Out of all the days it had to storm, it had to be on the rare moment you forgot your umbrella. Unsurprisingly enough, it was Yuta’s fault for making you forget it. Both of you had slept in too much, but instead of being the responsible older brother, he left you to prepare the meals all by yourself while he spent half an hour fixing his hair. In your haste to arrive on school on time, you’d forgotten to pick up your umbrella, and now the misfortune of it slapped you right on the face.

“Tch, how can I go home?” you glared at no one in particular.

Yuta had to stay behind for baseball practice in the covered court, leaving you all alone to take the bus by yourself. Well, not that it mattered, going home alone was way better than listening to your brother rant about video games and girls he wanted to talk to in class.

Shifting your weight from one foot to another, brows pinched as you mulled on the different ways you could come back home, you came up with two options.

One, run like hell and risk getting sick from this weather, or two, wait for the rain to subside.

But ugh, you wanted to go home already. Before you knew it, you’d unknowingly pouted, arms hugged to yourself while you cursed your stupid brother a hundred times over in your head. Too lost in your own thoughts, you failed to hear humming from behind you, a scream nearly ripping from your lips when someone planted himself beside you.

“Hey, you’re here!”

You gazed up at him wide-eyed, subconsciously stepping away to keep your beating heart at bay. “H-hello, Toge-senpai.”

“Please, just call me Toge,” he offered, opening his umbrella before his eyes landed on you. Probably realizing you were quite helpless, Toge smiled, nudging you to come closer to him. “Hey, I’ll walk you home. You guys still live in the same block?”

“Yeah.”

And so there you were, debating that maybe Yuta’s carelessness wasn’t such a bad thing. After all, if it would lead to your crush taking you home, then you weren’t complaining. Funny how the weather seemed so gloomy, a huge contrast to the sunshine you radiated at the sheer happiness of living out your most romantic fantasies. It was silly, actually, to crush on your brother’s best friend of all people, but Toge was so nice and handsome – it was kind of impossible not to like him.

In the span of two weeks that you’d known him, he’d been nothing but friendly. And no, you weren’t going to admit you started visiting their classroom more often than before, simply because you wanted to get a glimpse of him.

Toge pulled you out of your lovesick trance, his arm landing on your waist before he shifted you beside him. You noticed he was now closer to the road while you were on the safer side of the sidewalk, and god, did he just step closer? He was close enough that your arms brushed with each step, sending a wave of heat that you bit back by tugging your lips with your teeth.

“For warmth,” he explained as if reading your mind, arm raised lazily in a shrug. “Wouldn’t want you to get cold.”

“Thank you,” you muttered, hiding your face under your scarf.

You and Toge were silent the whole time, but it was a silence you adored. Very rarely that you found comfort in silence with others, but with Toge, it felt so easy – so natural. You hadn’t even realized you were already at home, Toge chuckling at your spaced out self. He bid his farewell then, his back facing yours as he walked away when you blurted, “Oh, my parents aren’t home. I think you should stay first to let the rain calm down a bit. You live a little far from school, right?”

Toge looked a little surprised, his eyes shooting up to the sky with a sigh. Inwardly, you were screaming because you just invited him inside, but Toge was already waddling back to you before you could regret it.

“Yeah, thanks for the invitation. I don’t think I should go home in this weather too,” he said, following you across the threshold. He looked around in awe, his shoes left in the front door before he crossed the living room with you, his eyes shining with nostalgia and happiness. “Wow, your place hasn’t changed one bit. I missed being here.”

You flashed him a smile. Turns out it wasn’t that bad – Toge being comfortable made you comfortable. Aside from the nervousness partnered with shyness from having a crush, you applauded yourself for being able to look him in the eye as you asked, “Do you want tea, coffee…?”

“Water is fine. Thanks,” he shrugged off his jacket and placed it behind a chair, chuckling when you nodded too fast. Toge, much to your dismay (or delight?!) trailed behind you in the kitchen, having no business looking that handsome as he leaned against the counter. Him being unaware of his effect on you was even worse, and you bit the inside of your cheeks, trembling as you poured him a glass of water.

From behind you, Toge snickered, “Why are you so jittery? Do I make you nervous?”

“A-a little.”

“Why? Am I intimidating?” he appeared beside you out of nowhere, so close that you could count his lashes. You leaned back with a muffled squeal, eyes wide at the proximity. Toge, as always, seemed completely unaware of it, taking his time to assess your features with a hand on his chin as if all the answers he was looking for was written all over your face. “Yuta told me I was very easy to approach though.”

“No, it’s not that, I just…” you stuttered, giving in with weak knees and turning your head to the side. Your heart, your poor heart! “Crap, I hate myself.”

“You were saying something?”

“I, uhm, it’s just,” you panicked, mind failing to function now of all times. “I think…I have a crush on you?”

The room fell silent.

Realization dawning on you, you flattened your palms together in a begging motion. Toge merely blinked back at you, and you were so close to just kneeling to the gods to rid yourself of this moment forever. “Please forget everything I said, I’m so sorry! Gosh, Yuta’s going to kill me, forget I said anything, I didn’t mean to be weird.”

“Hey, chill, it’s fine!” he laughed, helping you get up just before you fell in exasperation. Then, he smirked at you, wiggling his brows in the process. “I kind of knew that anyway, to be honest.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, I mean, you asked me to marry you when we were kids,” he informed you, but the memory never played back in your mind. It wasn’t a lie though, you really did ask him that when you were kids. Embarrassment taking hold of you, you groaned behind your palms, feeling like your heart was going to explode every now and then.

“Oh my gosh…”

“It’s okay,” Toge peeled your arms away from your face, his grin nothing less of teasing the moment he’s greeted by your shyness. “I did say yes – let’s just wait after high school, yeah?”

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michwritesstuff · 4 years ago

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Late Nights (The Outer Banks: Rafe Cameron)

This song just gives giant Rafe Cameron enemies to lovers vibes! Also, Holy shit, this is my longest work ever! I hope you guys enjoy reading it as much I enjoyed writing it!

This takes place season 1, before Rafe kills Peterkin. Let’s just pretend he’s not a psychopath. He’s still the resident bad boy of Figure 8, but not a killer…

summary: female reader (she/her) x Rafe Cameron When Y/N finds herself abandoned by her friends at a house party thrown by no other than Kook King, Topper Thornton, she finds odd company in the form of her classmates and neighbors that she has taken very little liking to. She is surprised to learn that her disinterest in all things “kook-related” has sparked the interest of a particular kook. tw: mention of alcohol/drug consumption, slight smut (18+) word count: 4.1k

Y/N might’ve been a kook, but if it wasn’t for her consistent attendance to Figure Eight events you wouldn’t have known. She hated all the superficial bullshit and quickly found herself befriending a certain group of pogues who she would often run into while working on the Cut. Everything in her life had been so easy for her, and although she was grateful, she couldn’t help but feel guilty about the privilege she received while her friends had spent their life fighting for a chance. Being able to find an ally in Kie was all that Y/N had to look forward to as she continued to find a place for herself among the fight between class divisions in her small hometown.

Summer was coming to an end, and with a few weeks left you couldn’t help but just enjoy the moments with your friends. Sitting on the small boat as the sun slowly set, passing the blunt around while you all tried to keep a serious conversation going before blurting out laughing at some stupid shit JJ had said. You had even found an unlikely friend in the form of kook princess, Sarah Cameron. You had known Sarah Cameron for as long as you could remember, always greeting each other’s families at events and having at least one class together every year. But this was different, you had known Sarah but never gave her a chance to hang out. When John B mentioned her a few weeks ago and started to bring her around you and the other pogues were stunned to say the least. You knew that she was dating Topper Thornton, I mean everyone knew that, but what she had with John B was different, at least from what you had seen. “This was great guys, but I promised Topper I would meet him at his party. Keep up appearances, you know?” Sarah said unsurely. Everyone looked around, nodding in understandment, except John B. “I don’t like him,” JJ spoke up, standing up for John B who continued sulking in silence. “Yeah, him and Rafe are always doing some shit,” Pope also spoke up. “You guys have no idea,” Kiara replied while rolling her eyes at the thought of the kook boys she had known so well. You also nodded in response. “Yeah, well I would invite you guys, but I can’t imagine that going over well.” Once again everyone nodded in agreement, except John B. “What if Y/N goes with you,” he suggested. “Thanks for throwing me under the bus!” you exclaimed back at him. Sarah turned to you with a shy smile, “It’s not such a bad idea. I mean you would know almost everyone.” “Yeah, so does Kie, you don’t see her being volunteered to go,” you exclaimed again. “That’s because they actually like you,” Kie replied, smirking when you rolled your eyes at her statement, she was right. “C’mon Y/N it’ll be fun. You’ll have me to hang out with and if you absolutely hate it, we’ll make up an excuse and leave. Besides, it’d be nice to have someone there that I don’t need to be fake with.” You thought for a moment before slowly nodding your head, cursing under your breath as your friends cheered around you. “There’s our little kookie,” JJ stated, jumping away in defense as you attempted to punch his arm.

The bass of the music pounded in your ears as you walked up the driveway. If even possible it got louder once you finally entered the front door, you swore your eardrums were about to rupture. Finding the kitchen, you reached out for two truly’s, your disappointment in the night continuing as feeling they were just room temperature. They weren’t your first choice of alcohol to get through a night like this and seeing as though they weren’t even cold made it worse. You instantly cracked it open, downing as much as you could on the first sip. You handed the other one to Sarah, bumping your open can to her’s in an attempt to say cheers. She laughed at you, “I’m gonna go find Topper. You’ll be okay if I leave you alone for a few minutes?” You took another sip before responding, “Figured this would happen at some point, yeah I’ll be good.” Watching her leave your eyes scanned the kitchen, deciding you needed to loosen up some more you pushed off the counter, “I need something stronger,” you whispered under your breath.

Making your way through the house you scanned the room for unattended bottles you could mooch off. To your surprise you were pulled by the arm, “Omg Y/N, what are you doing here?” a girly high-pitched voice screeched. You turned around, already ready to use your preppy voice, “Hey Claire,” you responded in a mock happy voice matching hers. Claire was sweet, n just not your cup of tea. The two of you had always been civil, sharing a few classes here and there. “Mind if I?” you asked, gesturing to the bottle of Tito’s vodka in her hand. “Oh sure, just be careful. I’ve gotten fucked up with this shit more times than I could remember,” she laughed while handing you the bottle. You lift the bottle up to your lips, the taste on the rim barely making an impact on your tastebuds. But as you thew your head back and lifted the bottle you took one big swig. The alcohol ran down your throat, a warmth following the path it took as it settled in your stomach. “Ugh, Claire, that shit is just straight rubbing alcohol. How the fuck do you drink that?” you exclaimed, handing her the bottle as you wiped the back of your mouth with your hand. She laughed at your reaction, “Believe me, in a little while you won’t even care how it tastes. Just know that you’ll feel it.” You nodded your head while once again scanning your eyes across the room. A few feet away was a coffee table surrounded by teens. Claire noticed your interest and dragged you over. Looking up from the table was Rafe Cameron, Sarah’s brother, who on more than one account you had gotten into a heated argument about your choice of friends. The two of you made eye contact as he wiped the leftover residue from the line of cocaine he had just done. Classy as ever Cameron, you thought as you broke eye contact and examined all the other teens waiting their turn. Rafe greeted Claire with a smirk and half-nod before returning his attention to you. “Awww Y/L/N, get tired of hanging around those boring old pogues, and decided to have some real fun?” he mocked while gesturing to the lines set up in front of him. You scoffed at his suggestion, “Keep dreaming,” you responded. Living in your teenage years and drinking was one thing, but if your parents caught you doing drugs there was a good chance you wouldn’t have much of a life to live. Making eye contact with you he slowly lowered himself closer to the table, quickly doing another line before looking up at you again. Is this kid trying to kill himself? you thought to yourself. You reached out for Claire’s bottle, taking another swig before motioning it up to Rafe. “Always a pleasure Cameron,” you stated before handing Claire her bottle.

Leaving the room, you realized that you hadn’t seen Sarah for a while. Wandering around the house in attempt to find her you bumped into Topper. “Hey Top, seen Sarah anywhere?” you asked. “Uhm a little while ago, she said she went to go find you,” he said quizzingly. “Yeah, right. Just kidding, she went to the bathroom. I’ll go find her,” you quickly spitted out. Nearly running you got away from Topper as fast as you could before finding an empty spot on the wall. Leaning back against the wall, you pulled your phone from your pocket and found a few texts from Sarah and one from John B. “Hey Y/N, John B showed up.” “We just left, please distract Topper.” “I owe you one.” You responded back, “ughh ok, I’m on it.” Clicking on John B’s name you read his message, “sorry kookie, had to steal her. thanks!” You rolled your eyes at the dumb nickname him and the others decided for you, their attempt to always tease you about your kook lifestyle. You sent him the middle finger emoji and a yellow heart before turning your phone off and looking around for Topper. Spotting him talking to Kelce you kept your place on the wall. As long as you could see him and he couldn’t see you, there was no reason to suspect anything about Sarah. Besides, after about half an hour you could probably make a break for the exit, and no one would notice.

As you continued to scroll on your phone you were slightly startled by the presence of another human standing near you. Your eyes looked up to a boy standing in front of you. He was tall, but you couldn’t ignore how young and immature he looked. “Don’t even think about it freshman,” you said before he had the chance. He laughed while nodding his head. “Hey, I had to try. Should’ve known a girl as smart as you wouldn’t give me a chance,” he responded. You gave him a quizzical look as you quickly glanced him up and down. He wasn’t too dumb if he knew to compliment your intelligence over any physical feature. He reached his hand out to shake yours, “I’m Nathan.” You glanced at his hand for a second before reluctantly shaking it “I’m Y/N,” you replied. “I know,” he said a little too quickly making the both of you chuckle. “Mrs. Nichol said you were the captain of the mock trial team. She talked to you the other day about me joining,” he rambled on. You laughed at his apparent nervousness. “Oh yeah, well I guess it’s nice to meet you, Nathan. Not exactly the type of place to bring up extracurriculars,” you laughed while motioning to the number of teens, drugs, and alcohol around you. As you did you could feel the stare from a certain kook, no doubt watching your exchange with the boy in front of you. “Probably not, but it did get you talking to me,” he quirked back. Nodding your head in amusement at his reply you responded, “Touché.” As the volume of the music had apparently increased within the last few seconds of your exchange, Nathan leaned forward slightly so he could hear you better. “Can I get you something to drink?” He asked while leaning down. “I can take it from here,” you heard Rafe speak from behind you as he slid his hand around to the small of your back. Confused by the situation unraveling in front of you, you were quick to speak. “Uhm, actually Cameron, Nathan and I were having a lovely conversation about something you couldn’t possibly be interested in,” you stated attempting to distance yourself away from Rafe and closer to Nathan. “Yeah, I—” Nathan attempted to speak before being interrupted, “Seriously, Miller, beat it or practice on Monday will be hell.” You confusingly looked at Nathan and Rafe before finally understanding. Just like you would be Nathan’s captain, so was Rafe. “Water polo?” you questioned. “Yeah, you’ll catch a game?” he asked in return. “Yeah!” you said sweetly before a mocking scoff turned your attention to Rafe, to which your surprise still had his hand on the small of your back, it almost felt natural that you hadn’t noticed it was still there. Looking at him expectantly he pulled his hands away holding them up in an ‘ok I get it’ way. “Can I help you?” you asked expectantly. “Care to go for a swim?” he asked. You looked at him confused, you weren’t sure if it was your light buzz from your shots of vodka talking but he seemed just as surprised as you were as you answered, “yes!”

As he grabbed your hand, you quietly followed as he led you through the house. “I’m gonna need more alcohol before we do this,” you exclaimed as loud as you could, hoping he would hear you over the volume of the music. He turned to look at you for a moment before turning back and nodding, showing that he had in fact heard your request. Walking through the kitchen he left you at the counter while reaching into one of the cabinets, pulling down a full bottle of Tito’s. He motioned you from your spot and you continued to follow. “My parents got this as a gift for the Thornton’s but it’s not really their style.” You nodded understandingly, Topper’s parents didn’t really seem like the type to be chugging back vodka shots, they were more sophisticated. Following him through the house you were confused as you walked past the sliding glass door that led to the pool and the dozens of other teens who had the same idea you two had, or so you thought. “Where are we going?” you asked. Rafe stayed silent as you continued following him. Opening another set of glass doors, he let you exit first before quickly following. On the side of the house was a hot tub that apparently no one knew about, seeing as though you and Rafe were the only ones out here. ��What the hell is this, Cameron?” you asked. He looked at you, confusion evident on his face. “You said we were going swimming. We can’t do that in a hot tub.” He laughed before handing you the now open bottle of Tito’s, watching you take a sip he replied, “What, did you plan on working on your breaststroke or something?” He said jokingly. “No, I actually planned on playing mermaids. Maybe it’s you who needs to work on breaststroke,” you responded wittily. He feigned shock and hurt, taking the bottle from your hand. “My breaststroke is amazing, just ask your friend Claire,” he winked as you scoffed in amusement and disgust. After taking another sip he handed the bottle back to you, removing his clothes he stripped down until he was in his boxers. That left little to the imagination as you could see the outline of his dick printed. Feeling your eyes, he gave you a smirk to which you sheepishly took another sip of vodka, shaking as you felt the liquid burn down your throat. Entering the hot tub, he sat with arms spread out to both his sides, resting on the edge. “Aren’t you going to join me?” he asked. You nodded, feeling your breath catch in your throat. You handed him the bottle, starting to undress as you felt his eyes drawn to your exposed skin where you had begun to lift your shirt. “Hey! Turn around Cameron,” you exclaimed. He put his hands up in defense, turning his head so his attention was drawn to the bubbles and pressure coming from the jets. Folding your shirt and jeans on to the table nearby you turned back around to Rafe examining your exposed body adorning a basic black sports bra and lace thong. You immediately turned red, not knowing how to react under his intense stare. As you entered the hot tub you slipped when placing your foot on the bench to step in, landing you a little closer to Rafe then you planned. He held your arm as you attempted to steady yourself. “You alright?” he asked. You were able to manage out a “mhmm” as you reached for another sip from the bottle. He gladly handed you the bottle, a lazy smile on his face.

You weren’t sure how you always ended up like this but something about being drunk and outside led to you staring at the moon and stars. “What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” Rafe asked, breaking the silence. You tried to remain calm with his choice of words, not wanting him to know the effect he was having on you. “Just thinking,” you responded quietly. “About what,” you scanned his face for a second, genuine interest radiating off him. “As niche as it sounds, life…I mean doesn’t this all seem so pathetic,” you stated as you continued to stare off into the sky. “Life?” he asked, laughing to mask his confusion. You chuckled along with him, “No, this…pogues vs. kooks. It’s all so fucking dumb. There are so many more problems out there, so many people who need help and we can’t even come together to help people in our own community.” He just hummed as you continued to ramble on, listening to what you had to say. “I can’t help but just feel guilty. I mean what did I do to deserve this type of life. I mean my parents work hard but they’ve had so many opportunities because of their parents and their parents, and it just keeps going. This sort of generational wealth and success…” you quietly trailed off as you realized who you were talking to. “But I mean you probably don’t care,” you said while looking at him. He shook his head with a smirk. “Now I know why Sarah never shuts up about how smart you are.” You looked at him more intently, “what?” you exclaimed. He nodded his head, before turning his attention to the sky like you had before. “I mean, I guess I just never thought of it that way. Kind of blind to the privilege that I have.” “Must be all the coke,” you mumbled to yourself under your breath. He shot you a warning look before chuckling, “might be the coke,” he responded. You laughed along with him before a serious tone washed over him. “I mean it Y/N, you’re just so attuned to the needs of others,” He exclaimed. “Well, you can be like that too,” you reassured him. “Yeah right, there’s not a lot of hope left for me,” he replied sarcastically. “That’s not true. I mean sure you have your flaws, but from what I’ve seen you’re a good friend, loyal and family is important to you. Those are good qualities, and I mean of course you’re not half bad looking.” He laughed at the last part. “Well, Y/L/N, you’re extremely caring, intelligent, and hot as fuck! So, you have that going for you.” It was your turn to laugh and turn red at his comment. You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol dulling your senses, but as you looked into Rafe’s eyes you felt yourself being drawn closer. You both leaned in, lips barely brushing each other as your breaths slowed. “Can I kiss you,” he asked. You could barely hear him over the sound of your own heart beating in your chest. “Please,” you nearly whined. Your tone making Rafe swoon as he gently pushed his lips onto yours.

As happy as you were with his gentleness, the alcohol you had consumed throughout the night had made you far hornier than you liked to admit. Leaning deeper into the kiss you gently placed your hands onto his chest before lightly pushing him back to so you could straddle his lap. As you did so, Rafe took a large sip from the bottle, as you looked at him expectantly. He gave you a smirk before bringing the bottle close to your lips, tilting your head back, you let him pour some of the alcohol down your throat. Before you could process the liquid once again burning the back your throat you pressed a heated kiss on to his lips. As your hands moved up from their place on his chest to the back of his neck, playing with the ends of his hair, his hands move from where he was setting the bottle down to trailing around your waist and landing on your ass, holding you in place. As your tongues continued to fight for dominance, he pulled away slightly. Kissing down your jaw and starting to suck on your neck you slightly grinded down on to him while continuing to play with the hairs at the nape of his neck. His hands left your waist, guiding your hips back and forth as you continued to grind on him. As he continued to work on your neck you moaned as he found your sweet spot, “Fuck Rafe,” you exclaimed. You could feel him smirk as he continued. Giving him a break, you leaned forward slightly, changing the angle to which you were grinding down on him and leaving marks over his neck and chest. “Fuck babe,” he stated. “Being so good to me,” he continued as he leaned in for another kiss. “Yes, sir,” you said, testing the waters. You could clearly tell that you were starting to drive Rafe crazy as he moaned into your mouth at your response. Roughly grabbing your hip, he speeded the pace of your grinding. As you continued to litter marks along his chest, he reached a hand up to pull your sports bra down far enough so that your boobs were spilling over the top. The pressure of the band along with the added sensation of Rafe’s mouth on your nipple was almost too much. Along with this you could feel how hard he had gotten under you. I mean, you knew he was big, but this was godly. Your makeout session was quickly abrupted as you both snapped your heads to the sound of the glass doors sliding open. Quickly removing yourself from Rafe’s lap and adjusting your bra, you sat silently, reaching for the bottle again. “What’s up Top?” Rafe asked nonchalantly. Topper looked at you both slyly, clearly knowing what he half-witnessed between the two of you. “Not much, I can’t find Sarah anywhere Y/N. And she’s not answering her fucking calls.” “Yeah, she wasn’t feeling well. Said she headed home; her phone probably died. Don’t worry Top,” you said as convincingly as the alcohol would let you. Topper seemed to accept your answer and reentered the house. Rafe looked at you unconvincingly. “She just left you?” he asks. Avoiding his gaze, you let your hands play with the water. Slowly nodding your head, you responded, “guess so…” “That doesn’t sound like Sarah,” he continued. “Well that’s what happened,” you snapped. Thinking about the conversation you would have to have with Sarah about how you failed to keep Topper distracted and the alcohol finally making its presence in your system known was too much to handle. “Ughh back to reality, I guess,” you groaned out. Rafe pulled you into his side so that his arm was around your shoulder and your head resting on his. “What are you up to now?” he asked. “Figuring how to make it home alive,” you chuckled dryly. He hummed in thought next to you. After a second, he spoke, surprising you in the process, “Stay with me.” “Rafe…” you dragged out unsurely. “Seriously Y/N, that way you don’t have to worry about going home right now.” You looked at him for a second before slowly nodding. Getting out of the hot tub he disappeared for a second before returning with a set of towels. As you both dried yourselves off and gathered your clothes you headed to Topper’s guestroom.

Stumbling around in your drunken state, Rafe grabbed the clothes from your hand. Setting them on a nearby table he turned so that you were facing each other. Reaching down slightly he grabbed your legs from under your thighs so that he was now carrying you. Feeling the warmth of his chest you pressed closer, wrapping your legs around his hips in the process. With each step you slightly bounced against him. The sexual tension from earlier quickly returning. Finally reaching the room Rafe laid down so that you were now on your back while he hovered over you. With your legs around his waist and arms around his neck you gently pulled him in, pecking a sweet kiss on your lips. “I need to shower,” you said shyly. He nodded his head, pulling away slightly so he was standing, and you stayed sprawled out on the bed. “I’ll go get us some water,” he stated as he slowly walked out the room. Leaving the door cracked enough so he wouldn’t bother anyone with the sound of it opening and closing you sat up, finally taking in your surroundings. Getting up and heading to the bathroom you folded your towel, pulling off your bra and underwear as you let the water run until it was hot enough. As you let the water run over your body you stood for a minute, just thinking about everything that had happened that night, you rub your hands down your face, muttering “fuck.” You weren’t sure what was happening, but it was a problem future you would just have to deal with later.

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