#but um she was kinda outing our ex coworker? and i know she told me bc i'm obviously gay myself but.......

[jabeur]

whenever i'm with large groups of people i have at least one moment of Oh God. People Think I'm Either A Man Or A Woman. it's like getting shocked every time lmao party meme but it's they don't know i'm nonbinary

[extravaguk]

pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: But above all things, the last thing you expected to happen when you came back was to show your tits and get pierced by none other than motherfucking Jeon Jungkook.

Jeon Jungkook. Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie.

wordcount: 15k

genre: summer!au, ex high school classmaters, kinda frenemies to lovers, tattoo artist!&piercing artist!jungkook, popular!reader

rated: m (fluff - smut - angst)

warnings: you broke jungkook's heart you bitch!! , oral sex (m&f), protected sex (shocking tbh), CL as your bestie it doesnt get better than that! idk i dont wanna spoil too much

author's note: fucking finally dude!! i've been writing this since february but school was kicking my ass. now that i finished my exams and mercury is in gemini i was able to finish it. if you read this, i hope you enjoy it!

Inkphoria

You've been standing outside the shop re-reading the word for fifteen minutes, although it definitely feels like it has been longer. You're gripping the flyer too tightly, rumpling the paper in your hand until you're pretty much sure it's ruined. It's the first day of June, and it's already too hot. The sun and humid weather are causing beads of sweat to form in your hairline and your white tank top to stick to your skin. Your jean shorts didn't feel this uncomfortable a few hours ago and you're sure the heat is causing your mascara to transfer to your eyelids and lower lashline. You've never needed a slushie and a smoke this bad in forever, even if you knew the later would make your parents lose their shit.

Inkphoria

You read it again. Your brain is trying to guess what font its written in, an excuse to try to steady your heart beat until your nerves ease a little and you can finally gather the courage to step into the damn shop. You've noticed a few people passing by giving you strange looks because maybe it hasn't been fifteen minutes. Perhaps you've been unmoving like an idiot in the middle of the street for longer than you want to admit.

Chaelin's voice echoes inside your head.

'Its not that much of a big deal. It's not even that painful, trust me.'

You wish you could trust your best friend, but your best friend is also the same woman who assured you Cats was the movie of the year. Yes, not 'Cats: The Musical'. 'Cats', the movie.

'And this could be a great start to get out of your comfort zone and start living your life exactly the way you want to, not the way people expect you to. Not the way your family wants you to, not the way Adam wanted you to.'

But although her credibility could sometimes be questionable - like that time she also told you she'd tried marmite and 'honestly, it's not as bad as people make it out to be'-, you also didn't trust anybody in this world as much as you trusted her. She had always been your entire support system, the only one around you who never sugarcoated, who always treated you as an equal, who was always there for you to help you discover yourself and, at the same time, remind you of who you were.

'And it's gonna look so hot, too.'

That's it. Sticking the wrinkled flyer on your back pocket, your feet finally start moving. It doesn't take longer than three strides and you're pushing open the door.

The first thing you notice is that, thankfully, the shop is empty. The second thing you notice is the bright sky blue walls, a green undertone peaking through. Your eyes scan nervously the interior. Frames with tattoo designs and people modeling other different designs decorate the walls, some skateboards also hanging from the ceiling. A few plants in the corner, and two leather couches on either side of the room. Your scanning stops on the counter, where a girl with short, platinium hair and -what you guess is- the eighty percent of her body inked. Face included. She's been looking at you, a smirk tugging at her lips. Her tone is amused when she speaks

"Hi." she says. "You can come closer, you know? We don't bite."

Great. As if you couldn't feel more out of place, apparently you also couldn't look more out of place.

"Sorry." you gulp as you walk forward. "It's my first time doing anything like this."

She laughs this time, but it's not mean. It's not mocking, thank God, and the smile she sends you is as warm as the weather, friendly, luckily helping you calm down a bit. "A virgin, huh? JK's gonna love this." your eyes jump in surprise, but she's fast to wave her hands in front of you. "Just a joke. So, first time getting a tattoo. You have something in mind, honey?"

"Um, no. Not a tattoo. Not yet, I think." you wet your lips, regretting not reaplying chapstick before stepping inside. "A piercing."

"Oh! Cool!" she claps her hands, too excited for your own taste, pulling from under the counter a catalogue. "So, where will it be? Cartilogue? Nose? A lot of people are getting their septums pierced right now, though, so you might-"

"Nipples. Like, one of them."

Her gaze finds yours in surprise, although her face swiftly transforms again into an amiable expression. "Now, that's badass. Alright!" she skims through the pages of the catalogue until she finds the nipple piercing collection. You scratch your head before wiping your forehead sweat-free. "You can pick either barbells or hoops, although barbells heal faster and they don't move around as much. There's different kinds of metal, too. Gold or platinium. If your skin is sensitive, I recommend titanium. It's hypoallergenic and not as problematic."

The blonde keeps talking as you nod your head, a smile making its way into your face while silently thanking her for her easygoing personality. It quickly makes you feel comfortable and stupid for being so terrified of doing this.

Once you decide, settle on the cost and sign the papers, she stands up from the stool she'd been sitting on. "Ok, I'll go tell my coworker. He's been sketching tattoos all morning, it's time he gets to work!" she laughs, but suddenly your smile banishes and your throat shuts down.

"He?" your alarmed tone halts her motions and she looks back at your frightened expression.

He? A he is going to pierce your nipple? You're about to let a random stranger, a HE, see and touch one of your boobs and then pierce a needle through one of your nipples?

"Oh, baby, don't worry. I'd do it myself if I knew how to, but I only do tattoos. Most of our staff are on summer vacation so it's mostly just him and I. If you don't feel comfortable, which is totally understandable, you can wait until september when Minzy comes back and she can do it for you." It's her turn to scratch the back of her head as she adds: "but trust me, we're professionals. He's not a creep or anything like that. He's been doing this for a long time. He won't cross any boundaries."

September? You won't even be here in september. Fuck.

Sure, you could do it when you move back into the city. But this summer was supossed to be the summer. You already decided after your breakup with Adam that there would be no trace of the old you. That it was time to push yourself, to do the things that you've always wanted to do, unapologetically. To find the new you, the real you. To stop being scared.

So after going through you options for a few seconds and taking a deep breath, you make up your mind.

"It's fine. I can do it."

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"JK, sweetheart!"

Jungkook is finishing drawing a Chinese dragon when Mijoo opens the door without knocking. Again. He puts the pen down, rubbing his eyes. It's monday, a slow monday, not much work, and he had hoped it would stay that way until closing time. It's summer and Jungkook hates summer. He hates the heat, he hates being drenched in sweat, and he hates the fact that he can do nothing about it. Because working in the summer is terrible. Summer makes him lazy, makes him want to bathe in a tub full of iced water and not get out until he turns into a raisin and october comes. It makes him irritable. Summer makes him annoyed by people -like Mijoo, even if he loves her to death- and himself.

"I got a girl here who wants a nipple piercing, her first piercing by the way, so get your shit ready and bla bla bla. Straight titanium barbell. Also, don't flirt and don't be creepy. She almost ran away when I told her a male was going to be touching and piercing her tit, be mindful of that. She's too cute, if you want to get her number you should wait until it's done. I think that's it. I'll bring her in in a minute."

Mijoo leaves as fast as she talks, but Jungkook is already used to it. He's already used to the headaches her mouth causes too. He sighs before standing up, tying his too-long raven hair into the best bun he can manage. He washes his hands, sets the table up, sits on the chair and puts the gloves on. He's too busy sterilizing the jewerly when Mijoo comes back with you.

"Alright, my babies. I'll leave you to it." she turns to you. "He'll explain everything, from how the process will be to how to take care of it after it's done." she leaves before saying bye, closing the door behind her, and then he finally turns to you.

Your eyes meet and suddenly everything stops. He almost drops the sterilizing machine, his whole body tensing, going into panic mode as he recognizes you immediatly. His hands shake.

Of course he does. Of course he recognizes his high school crush. The too goody two shoes, too pretentious and too rich, too good for everybody and, most importantly, 'too good for Jeon Jungkook' girl of his high school dreams. Of course he recognizes the girl he had confessed his stupid crush to when he was sixteen. Of course he recognizes the girl who rejected and broke his young and foolish heart when he was a dumb teenager.

It doesn't matter that six years have passed ever since. He still knows every lock of your hair like the palm of his hand. He still remembers the shape of your lips and the exact shade of your eyes. He can still identify the body he fantasized about -and jacked off to- when he was a hormonal teen, now filled in all the right places. Now a grown woman.

Just one look at you after years and years of pining is enough to almost make him faint. And grow a boner under his jeans.

And by the look on your face, your eyes wide and your mouth agape, you recognize him as well.

Dammit.

He schools his features and clears his throat. Forces his body to relax and compose himself, because he's not a teenager anymore. He's also a grown man, who has matured, who now has much more experience with women than he did back then. He had already embarrased himself enough when he was sixteen to be doing it all over again. You're just another attractive girl in a sea of attractive women.

He turns to you. You still haven't said anything. Neither has he.

"Um, you can sit on the table." he manages, motioning to the set up in front of him. He watches you taking doubtful steps until you're sitting down, your eyes avoiding his gaze. He almost forgot you were here to get pierced. Holy shit, you were here to get pierced. To get your nipple pierced.

You're a professional, Jungkook. You can do this, Jungkook. You've seen boobs before, Jungkook. You've pierced nipples before, Jungkook.

Clearing his throat again and forcing his hands to stay by his side, he speaks. "The... The top." your gaze finds his, like a puppy about to get scolded. You look at your top, realization dawning on you. "You don't have to take it off. You can just pull it down."

So you do, pulling the straps of the white tank top down and dragging the fabric down with trembling fingers. No bra. Jungkook gulps as your breasts comes into vision. As perfect as he had imagined years ago. His cock twitches. Round, full, perky and so damn inviting he has to hold himself back from latching onto one nipple with his mouth around it and swirling his tongue over the nub until you're a pretty, moaning, little mess on his piercing tabl-

He closes his eyes for just a second before reminding himself to act like the 23 year old Jungkook he's tried so hard to become. The confident, assured Jungkook he is.

"Okay, this is how it'll go. First I'll clean it and scrub it to get rid of any bacteria." he's so glad he hasn't stuttered yet. 23 year old Jungkook doesn't stutter like 17 year old Jungkook. He's also glad he can pick the alcohol bottle and the surgical scrub without trembling. When he faces you again, you're watching his motions with your lip caught between your teeth. That has him swallowing the lump in his throat.

Making eye contact with him again, you take a deep breath and offer a small nod, so he gets to work. He can show you and himself he's a grown man. A grown man who can pierce a nipple without appearing like it's the first time he's seen a boob in his life. The sooner he does it, the sooner it's over.

Jungkook wets the paper towel with alcohol before carefully wiping over your nub with it. Your back arches, probably from the cold feeling, he guesses. He rubs it a few times before throwing it in the trash can nearby. He avoids looking at how enticing the soft peak is salluting him when he reaches for the marker. He doesn't say anything when he dots it with it, jaw clenched and his dick painfully stiff.

"Lay back." his voice low as he commands, turning away to get the clamp. When he slides closer, he tries to ignore the view: you, with your hair sprawled and your sweaty, shiny skin and your eyes focused on the cieling, nipple fully erect, like the star of one of his most erotic dreams. He extends his free gloved hand before he can stop himself, fingers carefully working the nub until he's sure it's painfully hard. Almost as hard as he is.

You gasp, your back arching again. He stills and looks at you, your cheeks flushed pink. Probably from the heat, he guesses again. Or at least that's what he tells himself. He can't stop himself from wondering how responsive would you be in a different setting, most likely his bed while his teeth play with your breast and his cock dives into-

"You okay?" he studies your face, your eyes not meeting his and instead still focusing on the white ceiling.

"Mhm." you reply with a small voice.

"Relax, alright? It'll be over soon." his voice is as gentle as he can, his fingers mindlessly caressing your breast to try to soothe your nerves. Or maybe it's just because he's a selfish bastard. Whatever it is, he forces himself to bring the clamp to your nipple, securing it around it.

"Take a few deep breaths. This will only take a second of pain and then it will go away." He misses the way your mouth falls open, but he doesn't miss the way your eyes squeeze tight as the needle goes in.

"Ah!" he definitely doesn't miss that either. He goes rigid for a second, because that didn't fucking sound like a cry of painfulness. It's breathy, and whiny, not too loud and, for fucks sake, if that's how you sound when you're getting fucked, he swears to God-

He feels your heartbeat under his hands when he puts the barbell in and then the bandage over it. He takes a look at you, chest moving up and down. And then you take a look at him and what he sees is almost enough to take you right there.

Reddened cheeks, drops of sweat framing your face and those eyes glazed with something he's seen too much in the women he's fucked throughout his life. They're half lidded, mascara adorning your long lashes and almost smudged, looking right through him.

"Jungkook..." and your voice, as you say his name -acknowledging him for the first time since you stepped into his shop, for the first time since you were sixteen-, it's hoarse, almost inaudible, like you just came all over his-

He's on his feet in an instant like he's been burned. "It may bleed for the first week, and it can be really sore. The swelling will eventually come down." he's quickly tidying up the table, a bottle in his hand that he hands to you without looking directly. "Wash it gently with this soap and warm water once per day. Don't touch it. Wear a comfortable...bra. If it gets crusty, clean it with saline. Not alcohol or any other thing you might clean a wound with. The soap I just gave you or saline. Nothing else."

He's pacing around the room as he takes his gloves off and throws them in the trash bin, too agressively maybe, then he keeps rambling, like he's hurriedly trying to make you leave as soon as possible. "Avoid pools and the sea. It takes about six months to a year to heal, so don't... don't touch it, don't play with it or..." he clears his throat, "don't let anyone else play with it. And if it gets infected, come back immediately and I'll take a look at it." which he honestly hopes it won't happen. When he faces you, your top is back on and you're getting off the table.

"Alright, um...I'll do that." clearing your throat, your hand gripping the doorknob. "Thank you."

But right before you can exit the room, Jungkook says your name.

"_____." when you turn around to face him, it takes a few seconds for him to make eye contact from across the room. "It was good to see you."

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"Let me see!"

It's the first thing Chaelin says when she opens the door to her appartment. It's on the second floor, small enough to compare it to most expensive appartments you'd stayed in throughout your life, but big enough for Chaelin, her cat and her -impressive- collection of acrylic nail kits and pairs of high heels. It's also big enough for her to offer you the only guest room until summer is over so you didn't have to, one, stay at your parents' place, and two, find an appartment in a short period of time for a short period of time.

When you left years ago, you did so with the thought of 'never looking back'. You never really expected to return here, of all places. Maybe visit your best friend for a weekend at most, have dinner with your parents on a saturday and then go back to the new life you'd made for yourself on a sunday.

But that was before you'd caught Adam cheating.

Tale as old as time: childhood sweethearts get engaged, move in together, son of a bitch sleeps with the assistand he told his girlfriend not to worry about, and then the brokenhearted girl packs her bags and leaves the cheating bastard begging for her to come back.

You'd be lying if you said you were surprised.

Throughout your life, you'd learned to expect many things, regardless of being sheltered and babied by your family since you were born. Watched too much Maury and Dr.Phil. Too much Gossip Girl to know what the deal with life really is.

So, thankfully, you'd only shed a few tears, mostly because your ego and self steem were slightly triggered. You'd realize long before that your feelings for Adam started to disappear once he popped the question and you said yes. Your love story began as teenagers but soon after graduating, the two of you went on different paths: you'd matured, grown into your twenties while he got stuck at 17 and never stopped acting as such.

So yeah, whatever, break ups are hard. But they're not as hard when the love is gone and the sole reason to stay with your partner is to please your parents. You were also right when you expected your mom to tell you to 'forgive and forget' because 'those things just happen, it's not a big deal, honey'.

But above all things, the last thing you expected to happen when you came back was to show your tits and get pierced by none other than motherfucking Jeon Jungkook.

Jeon Jungkook. Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie.

The lanky nerd with braces, glasses and an anime obsession much bigger than his hentai obsession, which is saying a lot. The shy, awkward classmate who'd stuttered his undying crush for you when you were just kids. That one who you had rudely rejected like the bitch you used to be in high school.

But my God, Jeon Jungkook was anything but a kid now.

You were shocked. You were gagged. Couldn't seem to fathom what was happening and what your eyes were seeing. It took you a while to close your mouth when you realized JK was Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie.

With messy black hair, a smoldering gaze free of glasses, piercings adorning both ears, and his right eyebrow,, the braces long gone showing perfectly straight - but still bunny like- teeth. The clothes he wore were loose, all black, but it was impossible not to notice the muscles of his back and arms, covered with tattoos from his hands to his forearms. You'd bet there were more of them underneath the fabric.

It was awkward at first. You didn't know what to do, or what to say. Didn't know if he rememberd you. So you chose to stay quiet while your body chose to react like it had never been in the presence of an attractive young man in it's entire life.

And oh, did it react.

He was reluctant, his old timid demeanor peeking through his newly adopted persona. But as soon as those hands came in contact with your skin, your whole body was lit on fire. Like you were 16 and losing your virginity over again and it was the first time a dude touched your boobs.

There shouldn't have been anything erotic about it -besides the fact that your entire breasts were exposed-, it should've been just a professional procedure. But those gloved fingers touched and pinched and suddenly you were too aware of Jeon Jungkook and the way you were starting to sweat profously, not due to the heat of the season.

You tried to distract yourself by looking at the cieling and not at his gorgeous face. Tried to avoid thinking about Jeon Jungkook and how his mouth would feel wrapped around you. Tried not to think about the way your panties were a second skin to your folds, and how tempted you were to grind your hips until you recieved some sort of friction with the jean fabric of your shorts. You wonder if he noticed you squeezing your thighs together. You hope not.

And then the needle happened. You never thought of yourself as a particularly kinky person. Sex with Adam was boring for the most part and you'd lost your libido for a long time. Stopped thinking about sex altogether. But the pain. The pain mixed with his hand rubbing soothing circles on your breast and his voice, as sweet as honey, guiding you through it. It made you reconsider a lot of things you'd once dismissed as 'weird' or 'deviant'

You swear you almost came right on his table.

And then your eyes connected, you made the mistake of calling his name like a satisfied woman who still needed more, and it was all gone. He stood up like a scared cat, gave you a bunch of explanations about the aftercare that you barely grasped without even looking at you and pretty much rushed you to leave.

So you walked, all the way from the tattoo parlor to Chaelin's appartment, mortified, and completely humilliated.

"Are you gonna let me see or not?" your friend says expectantly as you finally sit down after chugging a glass of iced water. You sigh, placing the glass on the table before carefully pulling down your top. "Oh my God, it looks so cool!" she gasps and you can't help a smile while she studies it in amazement. "Did it hurt?"

"Um, I guess." you keep out the part where you almost orgasmed, obviously, stopping her hand from touching when she reaches towards you. "Wait, no. He said something about not touching it for like six months or a year, I don't remember."

At that, Chaelin's eyebrows quirk up. "He? It was a he? Was he cute, at least?"

"You won't believe this..." looking away for a few seconds, you take a deep breath. "It was Jeon Jungkook."

There's a pause, a silence that fills the room when Chaelin's jaw drops. "Jeon Jungkook...pierced your nipple?"

You close your eyes, bracing yourself for what you're a hundred percent sure is coming.

"Ha..." there it is. "Ha ha..." you still know there's more. "Ha ha ha..."

Chaelin laughs hysterically for about God knows how long, while you keep drinking your glass of water unfaced, your mind drifting back to Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie, his tattoos and his stupid gloved hands.

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You know he's here.

Everything was cool, you were doing alright, having a great time with your vodka sprite in hand and your cute white bikini on. Chaelin was by your side, the guys were excited to have you back and thankfully, you'd avoided most questions about Adam and they'd avoided digging too deep into the topic. You'd sunbathed the whole afternoon, kept away from the water like he'd told you and ate the Hawaiian pizza Yoongi insisted on ordering despite Namjoon's and Jimin's complaints.

It's at night, when you're a little tipsy and your cheeks are flushed, that you feel it. You'd barely noticed Taehyung disappearing to let in a new guest.

You don't see him, but you feel him.

You're sitting on the pool tile steps, legs dangling and the water baely reaching your belly to make sure it doesn't touch your very sensitive and newly pierced nipple. Your back is facing the sliding glass doors of Hoseok's house, but the moment you hear his voice, smooth but animated as he converses with Taehyung, your body wakes up immediately, back straightening, goosebumps forming on your arms and nipples tightening against the fabric of your two piece.

You don't turn around, instead opting for downing the remaining of your drink and coming to the realization that, of course, Taehyung, social butterfly who'd always got along with everybody and remained friends with most people from high school, still keeps in touch with Jungkook.

You ignore him when he enters the pool, still peering from the corner of your eyes while pretending to be engaged in Chaelin's and Jihyo's conversation. Your mind sabotages you by taking you to that day a week ago at the tattoo parlor.

To the warmth of his hand, to the few strands of hair that his small ponytail couldn't keep together, to the way his eyes focused on such an intimate part of your body, to the endless ink decorating his skin, to-

Great. Now your bottoms are wet and not due to the water.

You don't miss Chaelin supressing a laugh and her not so subtle elbowing. You glance at her in warning and try to keep calm for the next fifteen minutes until Jin proposes moving to the living room to watch a movie.

"I'm gonna stay here for a little longer, guys." you say, after clearing your throat. You needed some time to gather yourself before being in a confined space with Jungkook.

"Are you sure?" Jin stops by your side to place a hand on your shoulder as everybody starts exiting the pool. "It's Mean Girls! You love Mean Girls! You never miss a minute of Mean Girls!"

Rolling your eyes, you wave him dismissively. "I know every dialogue on Mean Girls like the back of my hand, I think I'll be alright, Jin."

When everybody finally leaves, you take a deep breath, covering your face with your hands in an attempt to get him out of your head. Damn Jeon Jungkook and his irresisitble glow up.

"You okay?"

The unexpected voice startles you, a gasp finding its way out of your mouth and causing you to jump on your seat, heartbeat erratic as you instantly recognize who it belongs to. Your hand grasps your chest as if that would do anything to protect yourself against him.

"Shit, don't do that!" you say, the words almost getting stuck in your throat as you see him approaching you, still submerged in the pool. The more he nears you, the less water depth there is and the more visible his torso comes into view. Wich was exactly what you'd been avoiding.

Because Jeon Jungkook was ripped, as you'd imagined when you first encountered him.

Broad shoulders and strong biceps and chiseled abs and veiny forearms. Drenched hair, a full sleeve of tattoos and water dripping from delicious tan skin and all just so very hard. That paired up with a loopsided smile that does nothing but make you shudder.

"Sorry." he doesn't sound apologetic at all when he says that, the smirk adorning his features telling. "You just seemed a little off." you advert your gaze when he pushes his hair back.

"I'm fine, just...just wanted to be by myself."

"Oh" Jungkook's smile disappears. "I can leave, if you want me t-"

"No!" you're not sure where that comes from and neither does he, judging by the look on his face when your eyes find his. Eyebrows raised and mouth slightly parted, he's as surprised as you and there's an awkward silence for a few seconds. "Um, you don't have to. I mean, it's not my house, you can do whatever you want." you sniff and tame your voice, trying to seem cool and collected like you didn't just practically beg him not to go.

Ironic, considering this was exactly what you had been fearing for the past thirty minutes.

And then he smiles. A knowing smile. A smile that says 'you just totally checked me out and now you don't want me to leave'. A smile that you would have never associated with Jeon Jungkook of all people years ago. A smile that makes you want to look away but still keeps you in place.

"Sure." he says, closing the space between the two of you slowly but still leaving enough distance. "So, how's it going?"

You clear your throat, head high and determined not to let this man, or any man for that matter, turn you into a trembling mess. You're still you and you're not easily shaken by the opposite sex. Or at least that's what you helplessly chant in your head.

"Everything's cool. I'm on summer vacation now," a little white lie, "so I decided to-"

"The piercing." he says, the smile never leaving his face. "I meant how's the piercing."

"The pier- right." you almost miss the step he takes forward, all too aware of his height over yours but thankful for the centimeters that being propped on the stairs added to yours. "It's-" you almost, almost miss his knee touching your knee and him slightly separating your legs with his own inch by inch. Or how your thighs open unvoluntarely to welcome him in and how you can barely find coherent words to speak. "It's doing-" or the way his smile disappears and is instead focusing his dark stare fully onto yours.

"It's doing well." you finally say in a whisper, not being able to bring yourself to be louder.

He hums. "May I see it?" Jungkook wets his lips with the tip of his tongue and the action and his voice is enough to make you nod your head, bewitched.

His movements are unhurried, his hand coming up to tentatively come in contact with the flesh of your clavicle. His fingers skim through your skin upwards, his touch is feather-like when it wraps around your throat. You pant, and he stops but he doesn't move away, his eyes still focused on yours, studying you, daring you to pull back, to tell him to back off. But just a simple touch of his and you're fully under his control. It reminds you too much of the day you got that damn piercing.

Your lips are parted and for a moment he stays just like that. His body so close to yours but not close enough, and his hand slightly gripping your neck. Your pussy clenches around nothing and you can't wrap your head around the fact that something so simple sets your entire being alive and leaves you aching.

Then, as slow as he started, his hand travels from the front of your neck to the back, pushing your hair aside to carefully untie the straps of your bikini. He breathes through his nostrils, doesn't make a sound. He seems so collected it's starting to annoy you.

Instead, your breathing is ragged when the top falls down, exposing both your breasts to him. That's when he removes his eyes from yours and his jaw clenches. Your nipples perk up under his gaze, like they remember him and the effect he had on them just a week ago. You're at least glad you're not the only one affected but he seems to be a master at keeping it under wraps.

Then, his hand moves again, leaving goosebumps on your skin as it goes south. Jungkook takes his time, so deliberate you want to scream, until he's cupping your pierced breast, keeping away from the nipple just like he'd advised you a few days prior. You can't look away from his face, from his eyes observing you like you're a full course meal and he's been starving for days. You feel drops of water falling from his hair to your thighs, his thumb caressing your skin so delicately as it faintly nears your still tender nipple. Just nearing it, never touching it.

"Beautiful." his murmur is almost imperceptible and for a moment you think you've imagined it. Your back arches on its own, breast pushed against the palm of his hand, almost like your body is begging him to come closer, to touch you more, to feel you all over. He meets your eyes briefly, gauging your reaction, before going back to your chest. Suddenly, the grip on your breast tightens, fingers ever so softly squeezing your flesh. From your throat comes a mewl, your eyes shut and your legs close around his waist.

"Jungkook, please..." you whisper when you open your eyes. He looks at you, unvertainty written all over his face, lips bruised as if he had been biting on them too hard, gaze as glassy as yours. And just like that, the spell is broken. He blinks and his expression changes completely. Lips forming a straight line and jaw tight. His hand retracts, fixing your bikini top over your breasts before tying it around your neck like it originally was. Meanwhile your eyebrows crunch in confusion. But when you're about to start asking questions, he clears his throat.

"It's healing okay." he steps back, avoiding your eyes. "I'll see you inside."

Jungkook leaves the pool like nothing happened.

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Jungkook is fiddling, fixing the position of his glasses and combing through his straight hair with shaky hands, habits he's tried so hard to get rid of in his sixteen years of existence but still finds impossible to.

He can't help it. He's always been like this: the quiet and awkward kid in class who sits in the back, a misunderstood puppy in a sea of stronger dog breeds that could eat him alive. An outcast. Too geeky for his own good. Notebokes full of Dragon Ball doodles on the margins of the pages, the shelves in his room stacked with Marvel figurines, and a closet filled with outdated clothes that he has been inheriting from his older brother.

He has never been the type to stand out, always being overlooked by people like he's invisible. He doesn't mind though. He'd much rather be ignored than getting picked on by bullies like he used to in elementary school.

He never gets invited to parties. Ever. He's a nobody who barely speaks, and when he does he either stutters or manages to embarrass himself in one way or another. He's seen the look on people's faces when they look at him. Their eyes seem to scream 'weirdo' everytime he gets acknowledged.

So obviously the only reason he was invited to this particular party had a first and last name: Kim Taehyung. The only kid in Jungkook's entire life who didn't look at him in a funny way, the only kid who took the time to entangle in a random conversation with him after class and who seemed geniune enough to make Jungkook feel comfortable.

He's not sure how it happened, since Taehyung mostly hangs out with the cool kids. But somehow it did, and now Jungkook is uncomfortably standing in a living room full of drunk teens, looking directly at you.

You, the one girl Jungkook had been pining on for God knows how long. You, who are obviously too pretty, too popular, and way out of his league. You, with your plaid skirt and your polo shirt and those legs that never seem to end. You, who are sitting with your friends in a couch, drink in hand and visibly tipsy. And yet, he doesn't think he's ever seen anyone pull of the 'drunk-rosy-cheek' look better than you.

He can hear your laugh through the music and he already thinks it sounds better than whoever is playing in the background.

"Come on, Gukkie! Her friends are leaving and she's all by herself now! It's your chance" Taehyung's obviously drunk too because it took Jungkook a while to decypher his exact words. He'd disappeared for a while and now that he's back, he's pushing Jungkook in your direction.

"This was a mistake, Taehyung." Jungkook shakes his hair and steps back, quickly glancing at the front door to prepare his escape. But his new friend's grip on his hoodie keeps him in place.

"Guk, listen. The only thing you have to do, is walk up to her, and say 'hey I think you're, like, really pretty. Just letting you know. Bye!' That's it. Jung- Dude, Guk, seriously, look at me." Taehyung grabs Jungkook's cheeks, squishing them between his hands and forceing him to face him. "You've been crushing hard on her for years, my man. We're graduating and you won't see each other again. What's the worst thing that can happen? Getting rejected?"

Jungkook's eyebrows draw together. "Um, yeah?"

"Exactly! Getting rejected is not the end of the world, bro! It just means keep trying on other girls!" Taehyung releases his hold on Jungkook's cheeks. "I just think you're going to regret not telling your crush she's your crush. Who knows? Maybe in the future you two will get married."

Jungkook snickers, muttering a 'yeah right' under his breath. Still, he can't help the smile that Taehyung's words always seem to pull out of him.

"Now," Taehyung playfully slaps Jungkook before turning him in your direction again. "Go get 'em, tiger!"

"Okay," Mijoo's voice slices through Jungkook's memories. She's sitting on Jungkook's desk, munching on her brownies and looking at her coworker expectantly. "And then what?"

He sighs, running a hand through his hair, sits back on his chair, already feeling the effects of Mijoo's baked goods. "And then I walked up to her, like a damn fool, stutter and all. And I say:" he clears his throat, making an effort to do his best teenage Gukkie impression."'Hey, _____, um, so, I think you're beautiful and I've had a crush on you since seventh grade, haha, just wanted to let you know.'"

Mijoo rolls her eyes, still chewing. "And then what?"

"And then she looked me up and down, giggled, fucking giggled, Mijoo, and said 'Who are you, again?'" Mijoo gasps and Jungkook closes his eyes, trying to force that recollecion out of his head.

"What a bitch." she can't help but laugh before apologizing. Jungkook merely shrugs his shoulders and takes another bite of his brownie. "She didn't say anything else?"

"She said something along the lines of:" he clears his throat again, this time, doing an impression of you. "'That's sweet and all but, you and I... we're not the same. And I have a boyfriend, so...' She said that like I didn't know, like I wasn't aware of the school's it couple! Like I was dumb!"

Mijoo nods. "And now you want to fuck her even more than you did in high school."

"I- No! Well, yes. Fuck, of course I want to sleep with her! But I just... can't."

"Why not?"

"Did you hear anything about what I just told you or were you too concentrated trying to get high?"

It's Mijoo's turn to roll her eyes. "I heard everything you just told me. I just don't understand what the problem is. You two were sixteen. Sure, she was a bitch about it, but Lord knows I've been a bitch my entire life and now I'm not anymore." Jungkook raises an eyebrow at that. "Okay, sometimes I can be nice. But the point is..." Mijoo finishes her piece of brownie before getting off of Jungkook's desk. "It's been, what? Nine? Ten years? People change, JK. You're the best example of that. You want to fuck her and she obviously wants to fuck you too. You're both adults." she wipes her hands on her shorts. "I think it's time you fulfill that high school fantasy of yours."

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You've made up your mind.

And by you, it means Chaelin has made up your mind.

It didn't take long to convince you though. That last interaction with Jungkook cause too many emotions stirring within you. It left you hot, it left you bothered, it left you confused. Sure, it also left you a little bit embarrassed like the first time, but above everything else, that interaction with Jungkook left you absolutely livid.

Because who the fuck did Jeon Jungkook, formerly known as Guk, Gukkie, Jungukkie, and currently known as JK, think he was to come near you, speed your heart rate's up, and then runaway like that?

You've spent days thinking about it. About that face, about that body, about those hands and- shit. You're doing it again.

You've spent days trying to push those intrusive thoughts. Spent days trying to bury what happened. You've spent days trying to keep quiet, not telling anyone about it and just wishing that stupid spark of desire simply went away.

But it has just been simply unavoidable. You haven't been able to ignore the sleepless nights with your brain drifting back to that night and forbidding your hand from slipping under your panties. Or the excessive amount of time during the day where images of him suddenly popped in your head and wouldn't go away, even with you squeezing your thighs to try to make the ache go away.

So you ended up ranting and ranting and ranting to the only person you could confide on, who is obviously your best friend. Your best friend, who's too smart for her own good and knows you too well for your liking. Because apparently your moodiness and snappy remarks couldn't go unnoticed.

And after explaining the fiasco over a bottle of wine -and minutes of endless laughing on Chaelin's part because, again, it's Gukkie you two were talking about and, according to her, this was "the most karmic thing I've ever seen"-, she gave you the best advice an older sister could ever give.

"Fuck him."

"I know right? Fuck him!"

"No. I mean, fuck him."

And now here you are. Right inside that room you stepped in weeks ago, confronting the man in question with the same confidence that has always distinguished you from others and trying to act like the fluttering inside your belly wasn't nauseauting.

"A date."

"Yes."

"You want to go on a date with me." this wouldn't be so hard if Jungkook didn't look so delectable in a plain white t-shirt and ripped jeans. You cross your arms over your chest, doing your best to not look down at the exposed skin of a man who obviously worked out a lot and apparently, never skipped leg day. "What's the catch?"

He's sitting on his chair, back resting comfortably and legs spread, narrowing his eyes at you and probably wondering why the girl at the front desk let you in without an appointment. Also, probably wondering if there was a catch to all of this.

"There's no catch. I just want to go to the fair this weekend. I'll ask Taehyung for your number and text you the date and the exact place we'll be meeting. Unless..." your quirk one of your eyebrows. "Unless you're already planning on how you'll chicken out this time."

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Of course, Jungkook says yes to going on a date with his high school crush but spends the following days overthinking every single thing.

He can't help but feel like it's kinda sketchy. What if you're planning your vendetta on him? What if you don't even show up and he ends up there looking like a damn idiot? What if you hate him and are just messing up with him? What if that incident in high school is going to repeat itself?

"If she doesn't show up, you simply move on and never speak to her again. It's that simple. She can't have that much power over you to cry about something like that." Mijoo had said that same day she let you in the tattoo parlor after you'd asked to see Jungkook. Jungkook's coworker hadn't even question you and just motioned you to Jungkook's room with a knowing smile on her face. Later that day, Jungkook had scolded her about it and she'd simply shrugged.

He considers cancelling, eyes reading the 'won't be able to make it, sorry (sad face emoji)' over and over again and fingers hovering over the send button so many times he's lost count. But then he remembers that comment of yours about him chickening out and Jungkook starts seeing red.

How couldn't you understand he's just terrified of you rejecting him one more time? Sure, Jungkook is now an adult who doesn't get butthurt over stuff like that. He's experienced too much after graduating from high school and he's a much stronger individual than his fragile self back was back then.

But something about you just makes him feel so... weak.

He still finds it impossible to concieve where he got the courage to approach you like that at Taehyung's pool, or how he brought himself to touch you for longer than a minute without coming in his pants. He'd enjoyed it too much. Allowing him to see you so exposed, just for him. He'd be so tempted to kiss you right there and then, to run his hands up and down your thighs and fully wrap your legs around him to let you known how much you'd affected him. Once you called his name, it was like he'd finally snapped out of it and backed away like he'd been burned by you. He spent the next twenty minutes trying to keep himself from pulling down his pants and jerking off in his friend's bathroom.

It's terrible. Because he feels like the teenager he used to be when you're around. Shy, insecure and overall a mess. You showing up in his life after so many years and now apparenly being interested in him seems like a dream that he's not sure he wants to keep being in or wake up from before it's too late and he falls back into that tumoltuous longing that will inevitably end up in heartbreak. His heartbreak.

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It's saturday night, he's standing by himself in the crowded fair at the spot. You're fifteen minutes late and he's already about to turn back and dip out. He feels too awkward and the nerves are eating him alive.

You're not going to show up. You're not going to show up and now he feels and looks even dumber than the time he told you he was crushing on you. You're not even going to show up and now he's going to come back home, get drunk by himself and curse your name for-

"Hey!" he turns around to the sound of your voice and sees you running towards him. "Sorry I'm late! I couldn't find my phone and spent like thirty minutes looking for it. Turns out, Sharon Stone, was taking a nap on top of it and I didn't even notice."

"Sharon Stone?"

"Chaelin's cat."

To be honest, he's too surprised to process your explanation right away. He might also be a little speechless because that sky blue sundress looks too good on your skin and your eyelashes are so long, framing your beautiful eyes, and your lips are all glossy and kisseable that it takes him a while to find his own voice.

He clears his throat. "It's alright." scratching the back of his head, he momentarely adverts his gaze from you in an attempt to not get distracted by how soft your hair looks and how much he wants to wrap it around his hands in a ponytail. "Um, where do you want to go first?"

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Almost an hour and a half later, when the sun has already disappeared and you're both surrounded by colorful lights, Jungkook decides to buy the both of you hot dogs and a drink and you both settle down on a bench.

You've been walking all over the fair, going from booth to booth, playing any game in sight Jungkook dared you to -he obviously had a competitive streak-: from the ballon and dart games, to the shooting games, to the bumping cars, to the ball-in-basket one. To say you were having fun was an understatement.

You'd almost regretted setting the date up. You were sure he wouldn't even show up and if he did, you were scared of how awkward things could get between the two of you. And if things were awkward, you were sure it would only take less than thirty minutes for the both of you to part ways and never talk again about such failure of a date.

To your surprise, none of that happened.

The conversation was flowing, both of you acting like you were strangers on their first date getting to know each other, which, to be fair, that's exactly what it felt like. There was a slight banter, teasing each other when one of you lost in whatever game you were playing while the other was obviously winning. There were laughs and a funny feeling in your tummy whenever you'd walk side by side and his arm brushed yours.

There was no stiffness on his shoulders, no mention of the past or your previous encounters, no acknowledgement of the blatant sexual tension you'd experienced before, not an ounce of avoidance whenever your eyes met his and he was even sure of himself enough to place a hand on your lower back or briefly interwine your fingers with his to guide you through the mass of people.

It felt like you'd both unspokenly agreed on making each other feel comfortable enough to have a good time.

"I didn't think you were going to show up, to be honest." you suddenly say, taking a sip of your strawberry juice and thankful to finally let your feet rest for a while.

Jungkook looks at you, hot dog mid air and eyebrows almost disappearing into his hairline. "You didn't think I was going to show up? I didn't think you were going to show up." you simply shrug, lowering your gaze seepishly, the beginning of a smile on both your faces. He surprises you by tilting your head in his direction with his forefinger. You watch him watching you, a little dazed, a little lost in how his dark hair messily falls over his forehead and his equally dark eyes study your face, his thumb swiping over your lower lip. "You um... There was ketchup right there." he lies.

"Oh" you say, feeling your face heating up. "Thanks. Red doesn't really match this dress." you manage a smile and tuck a lock of your hair behind your ear.

At that, he eyes your dress for a moment, mouth slightly ajar. He's debating on whether or not to say something but you beat him to it.

"I'm sorry, by the way."

"For being late? I already told you it's fin-"

"No." you shake your head. "For... that time when we were young and I was such a concieted brat." you say, looking away , trying to find anything else that's not his pretty face. "I thought I was a queen bee back then. I was annoying and rude, specially to you. I..." you lick your lips. The cherry glittery gloss was already gone. "I thought it was cute, what you said. There was no reason for me to act like that. I know this doesn't make anything right but..." when you turn to face him again, there's still the same expression on his face. "I'm sorry."

A few seconds go by before it's him who's shaking his head. "It's okay. It was a long time ago, anyway." he smiles at you, although it doesn't reach his eyes and seems sorta forced. You sigh, and he takes your hand. "Let's go to the ferris wheel."

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tell you're tense. You're sitting right beside him in the ferris cabin, your back is all straight, you're facing forward and he believes you haven't blinked for what feels like an eternity. He thinks it has everything to do with your conversation a few minutes ago. You were probably not content with his response but what could Jungkook do? There was really no point in apologizing for something that happened years ago, but at the same time, he didn't want to hold anything against you like a resentful asshole because it was really not who he was. But there was still a little bit of stingyness inside of him and he didn't know how to make it go away.

At the end of the day, here you were, on a date with him that you'd asked for, getting along and asking questions about him and laughing at his jokes and trying to start all over again.

But then the ferris wheel starts moving, and he finally understands why you look so uncomfortable.

It's the way you immediately grip his forearm, nails digging in his skin and he swears he hears the smallest gasp forcing itself out your throat.

"Are you... scared?" he tentatively asks.

You say nothing for a while, not moving an inch. He would laugh if you didn't look so pained about it.

"I don't like small confined spaces nor rollercoasters." you finally say through gritted teeth.

"It's not really that small and ferris wheels are not rollercoasters. " your nails dig deeper and he winces. "Okay, okay. You don't like small confined spaces nor rollercoasters, and that includes ferris wheels. So why didn't you tell me?"

"I don't know. I've never liked ferris wheels but you seemed excited about it, so..."

There's a silence after that in the environment, neither of you exactly sure of what to say or how to act. Until Jungkook moves one of his hands hands until it's resting on the one who's holding onto him for dear life, fingers caressing yours. The warmth of his hand spreads through yours and although it's almost July and you can already feel your sweaty back staining your dress, it's oddly comforting. What's more comforting even, is him twisting his body towards you and talking with the calmest and most soothing tone you've ever heard.

"Look at me." you do instantly, unwillingly, and kinda wish you hadn't. It's almost as if your body will do anything he says without question. Like he has some sort of power over it to just react however he wants. His eyes bore into yours and suddenly the cab doesn't seem so suffocating. "It's just you and me right now. We're not even on a ferris wheel." the corners of his mouth turn slowly upwards. You zone out the environment, suddenly too aware of him and how close he is and how loud the beating of your heart is to your own ears.

"Jungkook."

You swallow the knot in the back of your throat when he removes his hand from yours. It almost makes you protest, - now realizing you've losened the tight grip on his arm- , before it craddles your face, keeping you in place while bringing his body closer.

"You have to stop saying my name like that."

With his thigh touching your thigh, your whole demeanor melts. When he leans closer, and you feel his breath fanning over your lips, your eyes shut closed.

"Tell me I can-" he starts to say.

"Yes." you finish for him. He doesn't doubt on closing the distance between you two. His lips touch yours and your body shakes in excitement. It's just him lightly skimming your lips with his but it's already too much and at the same time, not enough. It has you deepening it, yourself moving closer when he kisses you again. It has you relaxing against him, the tenseness prior disappearing and making you arch your back when his tongue asks for permission.

But it's exactly then, the moment you open your lips to him, that has you losing your mind.

The sparks fly, traveling from your head to your toes and then settling on the pit of your stomach as soon as the kiss starts to turn desperate and rough. When he nibbles your lips with his teeth, it makes you mewl and whine and your nipples tight against the cotton of your dress. It makes the metal barbell to feel uncomfortable, slightly painful. And when he goes back to being messy and filthy with his tongue tangled with yours, your thighs close on their own.

He forces himself to pull his hand back and bring it down, finding the parting of yd opening them for him. "Wait," you say, your fingers wrapping around his forearm as you try to catch your breath."The ferris-" he shuts you up with another kiss.

"We're not on a ferris wheel." he reminds you, a soft whisper against your mouth. And for whatever reason, you believe him.

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"He fingered you on the ferris wheel."

"Yes."

"And you came before the ride was over."

You take a small sip of wine, your eyes focusing on the TV where a rerun of the Golden Girls is playing, although, to be fair, lately you haven't been able to pay much attention to anything else but a certain brunet with doe eyes and kisseable lips. "Yes."

She hums, stealing a handful of popcorn from the bowl between your thighs.

"How long did it took? Like five minutes?"

There's a pause in which you clench your jaw, your fingers twitching around the glass in your hand, and then you answer. "Probably less."

There's another pause, and then-

"Ha...Ha ha...Ha ha ha-"

You let her laugh. It's okay. You knew you had it coming.

Chaelin knows the pillow you throw right at her face is also something she had coming.

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It's not that you're mad.

Jungkook and you had a great time on that fair date, he made you laugh, bought hot dogs and drinks for the two of you and got you off inside the cab of a ferris wheel on record time with those magical, long fingers of his. Technically, there shouldn't be anything to be angry about.

Except it's been a week and you can't stop thinking about him, about wanting more, and about those words that he left you with after the ferris wheel ride ended, when you had tried to return the favor.

'Next time, maybe.'

And there hasn't been a next time.

The thought of texting him or giving him a call to ask for another date is persistent in your mind. It remains while you do the laundry or wash the dishes, while you shower, while you eat or while you spend your days at the beach with Chaelin. There's always the incessant desire to reach out towards your phone, unlock it and dial his number to beg for more.

But you'd never been one to beg, so you resist the urge everytime that feeling starts to creep up on you and it washes over you like a wave. You silence your phone and try to concentrate on making the most out of your summer.

It's one random night, when you're tiredly dragging your feet across Chaelin's apartment's carpet, yawning and ready to succumb to a well needed slumber, that you see your phone screen's lighting up with a message.

Your heart pathetically leaps inside your chest when you read his name.

'you free on saturday?'

You wish you could say you ghosted him, ignored his text and moved on with your life until it was him who begged you for another date. But the truth is you opened it in a matter of seconds and typed 'i'm free, why?' back in a rush with trembling fingers.

So now you're on the passanger seat of his car while he sits on the driver seat, the first saturday night of July, like he's Danny Zuko and you're Sandy Olsson, watching a vintage movie in a drive-in theater which plot you don't give a shit about, even if Jungkook's date plan idea made something inside of you churn with adoration.

And the only reason why you don't give a single damn about the movie playing in front of your eyes, is because you're hot. Way too hot. And the reason and cause is none other than the boy-now-turned-man sitting on your left.

You barely exchanged words when he picked you up, just rode in silence until you got to your destination and you bet he can feel as well as you do the tension in the air.

You've surveyed him a few times from the corner of his eye, noticing him fiddling with the rings around his fingers and shifting in his seat from time to time. And if the sight of his fingers bring memories that you've tried to bury to keep yourself from lunching towards him, a brief glance at his forearms, adorned with ink drawn through his golden flesh -doing a poor job at concieling the veins running underneath- and his skin-tight jeans wrapping those muscled thighs of his is enough to have you be the one squirming in your seat.

A woman can only endure so much, and you come to that realization thirty minutes into the movie.

"I want to suck your cock." you say, a stern expression on your face as you turn your body in his direction.

Jungkook frozes as your voice slides over him. It takes him a couple seconds to look at you, shock widening his eyes and parting his lips.

"Huh?" he manages, his grip on the steering wheel turning his knuckles white.

Without separating your gaze from his, you gather your hair and tie it in a ponytail with the hair tie previously around your wrist. You don't miss the quick glance he sneaks into the curvature of your neck and the valley between your breasts.

Inching forward, closing in on him, you place one of your hands on top of his thigh, the action making his whole body tense. "____..." he whispers your name in a warning that doesn't sound convincing even in his own ears.

You smile, your eyes never wavering from his as your hand inches upwards, slowly caressing over the fabric of his jeans until you finally come across what you were looking for.

His hand flies to your wrist, stilling your movements. "____, this is not-". He starts, but his voice gets stuck inside his throat when you palm his undoubtly growing erection.

"Shh." your shaky breath fans over his cheek and you force yourself on your knees on the passanger seat in a more comortable possition to stop the trembling to reach them.

You fumble with the belt holding his pants in place, then with the button and finally with the zipper. He helps you by lifting his hips to pull his jeans and boxers to his thighs and you have to bite back a mixture between a gasp and a moan at the sight below you. You haven't even seen Jeon Jungkook naked all the way, but the mere sight of his hard cock with pre-cum glistening on his crown is probably the sexiest thing you've ever had the pleasure of appreciating.

It gets sexier when you wrap your hand around the base and his body melts in the driver seat, throwing his head back with his eyes shut. It gets even sexier when you finally lower your head, swirling your tongue over the head before finally engulfing him fully in the wet warmth of your mouth.

"Shit." his voice is tight, uneven as his hand loosely grips your ponytail, as if careful not to accidentally hurt you and break the glorious moment.

Although you wouldn't mind at all. Because the moment your hands are on him, and your tongue is on his shaft, that's the only thing you care about. Your belly is twisting, an undeniable wet spot on your panties as the fabric sticks to your folds, and the more you suck Jungkook, the more you want from him. His earthy taste is addicting and the soft little whimpers he occasionally can't prevent himself from are making you want to milk him until he can't take it no more. There's this desire within you to whorship him and his cock like you had been dreaming for the past weeks.

"This is s-so fucking h-hot." he rasps between ragged breaths, the bobbing of your head, sliding up and down his dick as your hand works the centimeters your mouth can't take is about to make him faint.

"Getting a blowjob?" you joke, your throat starting to feel sore as you kiss his leaking tip.

"N-no." he draws in a rough breath when you take him all of him again. "You giving me a blowjob... T-the f-fact that anyone c-could see us..." he darts a quick glance at your body, your ass up in the air and your dress sliding down, almost exposing you completely. "The fact that-ah! Shit..." he squeezes his eyes when he feels a glob of your spit lubricating him.

There's a sudden need to make you feel the same, to touch your skin and have you shaking the same way you have him. So one of his hands travels from your spine, to your perked ass, finally dragging the cotton of your dress to allow himself to see your thin white panties. "The fact that anyone could see you l-like this," he murmurs, regaining a little bit of control when he squeezes one of your cheeks. "letting t-them see you s-sucking my cock and..." he smirks when he feels you gasping around him, his fingers trapped between your thighs and pushing them inside your heat easily "and letting them see me fingering this pretty little pussy."

Soon after that he's cumming in your mouth while you're cumming around his fingers.

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At first, it's mostly on weekends when you see each other. Weekends of stolen kisses and soft sighs and whispering against each other's lips. Then weekends turn to week days, sitting on grass while sipping on refreshing beverages, drawing each other laughs, elbows touching as you walk around the park side by side because the both of you are too scared to interwine your fingers together.

Jungkook feels content like this: sitting on the sand with you between his thighs, admiring the sunset while nuzzing your neck and inhaling your scent every now. He likes waching you enoying your strawberry ice cream, almost forgetting the chocolate chip one already melting in his hand.

"If you were an ice cream flavor,which one would you be?" you ask him, relaxing against his chest.

"Rocky road."

"Why?"

He shrugs behind you. "Everyone likes rocky road."

You hum, playfully rolling your eyes. "What about me? Which ice cream flavor would I be?"

"Lemon sherbet, in the summer."

"Lemon sherbet? Out of all of the flavours out there, you're rocky road and I'm lemon sherbet?"

"Lemon sherbet, in the summer." he corrects.

"Okay, fine. Why?"

"You're boring and basic."

You gasp, trying to feign outrage but not being able to repress the laugh that escapes your throat. You elbow him, his laugh mixing with yours while taking the time to wrap his arms around your form, the breeze blowing your hair allowing him a spot between your neck and your shoulder. "You're boring and basic, but once you have a taste..." he presses a small kiss on your skin, causing the tiny hairs on the nape of your neck to rise. "Once you have a taste, specially on the hottest day in the middle of summer, you can't stop tasting and licking until there's no more lemon sherbet left."

You suck in on a breath when he craddles your jaw to face him. "It's been my favourite flavor since I was a kid." he kisses you immediately after, his lips swallowing the small whimper now stuck in your throat.

You close your eyes as his tongue opens your mouth, arousal blasting your insides and something much, much deeper that you fear to even name shredding your chest.

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The beginning of august comes faster then you two realize, but what you both do realize is how hard it's becoming to stay away from each other.

It's been thirty days of dates happening almost everyday, sharing high school memories and anecdotes of the time you spent away from each other. Hours of getting to know each other and opening up to each other. From failed relationships to new friendships. Of park dates walking side by side and fingers now interwined because you both realized one day that, fuck it.

It's difficult to sleep when you realize you're starting to catch serious feelings for somebody who was just supposed to be a fling. It's hard to sleep when his face, his voice and his touch and thoughts of missing him when you don't see each other start haunting you at night.

It's hard for Jungkook to focus on work when you're everything that's occupying his mind. Because he has a hundred sketches to make but he's too busy thinking about the hundred different sketches he would make of you.

It's hard not to send him a goodnight text, just like it's hard for him not to reply in a matter of seconds, almost as if he was already waiting to recieve it.

Jungkook thinks of you at night. Of how pretty and absolutely perfect you are for him. Of the taste of your lips, the way your hair feels between his fingers, or the flush on your cheeks when he makes you cum as droplets of sweat accumulate between your breasts. He thinks about your voice. He also thinks about the amount of hours left to be able to listen to it again.

But mostly he thinks about how ridiculous this situation is. Because he was stupidly crushing on you when you were only teenagers, daydreaming about a chance with you. And now his crush is long gone and he's starting to realize that he's falling, and falling fast.

You, too, think of Jungkook at night. Of his ability to bring a smile out of you, to soothe you with just a few words and filling your belly excitement, happiness and feelings you're sure you've never felt before.

Jungkook's managed to imprint himself in your dreams, and you, in his.

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Getting drunk with Jungkook is fun and messy.

It's fun because he lets loose, he stutters a lot like he used to do when he was a teenager and he makes you laugh louder than ever before. It's messy because he has no control over his hands as they explore your body, clumsily taking your clothes off as his mouth laps at the breast he's allowed to touch.

He's more forceful and dominating too, pinning your hands above your head, and commanding you to keep them right there, on the pillows of his bed. When you rebel against it, your fingers finding the hard planes of his chest, he pulls away from you and places them back where he left them. "Don't make me tie you up." he threatens, and your body shudders beneath him.

He sucks, and bites and leaves marks all over your skin, grunting in response to your moans. Creating a path of kisses from your lips to your stomach, his shoulders separating your knees, opening you up only for him. And thankfully, when you reach down to tug at the strands of hair framing his face, he lets you, because he knows you need something to hold on to the moment his tongue eats you up. He leaves his fingertrips on your thighs as he keeps you in place, not allowing you to runaway. Just forcing you to take it as he takes from you.

And when you cum, he doesn't back away. He keeps sucking, and licking and punishing you with his mouth until you're cumming over and ove again, screaming and begging for his cock.

Having Jungkook over you, both completely naked, skin to skin and only sweat in between is more than you could've ever fantazised about. He slurls your name when he puts the condom on. He would do anything to feel you raw, but he also knows he wouldn't be able to last a minute. The sight of you spread open, with your cheeks darkened by a crimson blush and your hair tangled all over his pillow is a picture he wants to keep forever.

He enters you when you call his name, your voice dripping with need. He stretches your warm and wet felsh, slowly easing himself into you at first, until he's fully inside and your bodies are completely in union. A shiver runs down Jungkook's spine when he looks at your contorted face in pleasure, your lips forming an 'O' and your pussy clenching around him.

"Oh, my God." you moan into the dark of Jungkook's room, and even then, he can clearly appreciate every curve of your body lifting off the mattress to connect with his. He lowers himself on his elbows on either side of your head, caging you in and capturing your mouth with his.

"I know, baby." he murmurs. It's hot, in the middle of August but suddenly Jungkook doesn't hate summer as much as he used to. Not with you sharing the heat with him. "It's way beyond what I could ever imagine." You nod hurriedly against his lips, your arms finding their way around his neck as he starts rocking in and out of you.

"It's too good." you cry, when he hits a particular spot that has you rolling your eyes in bliss and gripping his waist tighter with your legs against you. Your fingers thread through his hair, not bothered by the beads of sweat gathered on the nape of his neck.

"Too good..." he agrees, not missing the shiver that's shaking your own frame when he picks up his speed. "You have no idea what I would do t-to fucking feel you with n-no barriers between us," his movements become frantic as his hips slap against yours, his jaw clenched as he keeps talking, "to s-stuff you full of my c-cum over and over again until it won't stop d-dripping."

Jungkook's voice against your ear has you trembling and your orgasm nearing closer, your nails scratching down his back as his thrusts overpower your form. "Would you like that?" he asks with his voice strangled.

"Y-yes. Anything y-you want."

"You'd take all of my cum like a good cum-slut?"

You hate the fact that that's what makes you come undone. The twisting and knotting in the pit of your stomach finally snapping until you're holding on to him like you never want to let him go and he's following soon after.

Because if Guk, Gukkie, Jengukkie was not only able to make you come in less than a few minutes with his fingers or his tongue, but he was also able to make you cum instantly just by calling you a good cum-slut, that means you're fucked. Like, really, really fucked.

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There's a knot in Jungkook's stomach and a suffocating grip around his vocal chords as he caresses your skin. The sun is rising in the distance with the first rays of light entering his room through the window. Your shamphoo is intoxicating him, numbing him and enticing him to bury his nose in the tangled curls pressing against his chest. Your arm is thrown across his stomach, your breathing leavig goosebumps all over his body.

"It's too early. Go back to sleep." you mumble against his heart. He wonders if you can feel it dangerously speeding up.

"I can't." he says, voice struggling to stay balanced. "I have to tell you something."

You hum in response, sleep still interwined with your body, your arm tightening around him. You sigh in content, expecting him to elaborate.

He wets his suddenly dry lips. "I don't want this to end. In fact, ____.... I want more. Need more."

"Jungkook..." your whole body goes rigid right away, untanglling your bodies from each other and sitting up on the mattress.

"No, listen to me." he mimicks your movements, rapidly grabbing your hands to make you look at him. His eyes are expressive, a mixture of fear and hope swirling in his dark irises. "I wake up everyday, and you're the first thing I think of. I go on about my day, and I keep thinking about you, wondering what you're doing and counting down the hours until I get to see you again. I spend every night dreaming about you, and when we'e together, the only thing I can think about is how I wish I could stop time so I don't have to say bye to you the next morning. ____, I-"

"Jungkook, stop please." you shake your head, pushing away from him and in desperate need of air. You press a hand against your chest, beating back the throb of pain while the other curls in a tight fist, the feeling of your fingernails digging into your palm less painful than the ache inside your heart. "This... This wasn't supossed to happen, Jungkook." you start pacing around the room, as if trying to find an exit while avoiding his gaze. "This was just a summer fling. That's all it was, I'm supposed to come back to the city in two weeks and-"

"A summer fling?" a sardonic sneer comes out of him. "Oh my God, I can't believe this is happening again..." he mumbles to himself before rising from the bed. You stop immediately, a shiver quaking through you as his impressive frame intimidates His eyebrows are drawn together and his dark eyes are void of any prior emotion. "You're going back to the city in two weeks? And you didn't care to tell me until now, after I just spilled my guts to you?"

You eyes fill up with uncomfortable tears, reaching one arm towards him. "Jung-"

He flinches, taking one step back. "A summer fling is all I mean to you?"

"Ju- "

"Look me in the eyes, right now, and tell me that's all I mean to you. A summer fling." panic crawls up your throat. There's the need within you to confirm, to stare into his beautiful and stern eyes and tell him that, yes, that's all he is to you. But you've never been a good liar. So nothing comes out. You opt for wrapping your ams around yourself wishing they were his and lowering your eyes to the ground. "I think... I think you should leave."

Those are the last words he says to you, and the last thing you see when you turn around one more time after gathering your clothes, is his back as he looks out the window.

You allow yourself to cry the exact moment you step into Chaelin's apartment. Your friend is sitting on the couch, bowl of cereal in hand and a fresh cup of coffee sitting on the livingroom's table.

"Hey, you're early tod- Baby, what's wrong?"

"Please, don't laugh."

That morning, you lay down for hours on the couch with your head on Chaelin's lap while she softly brushes your hair as you cry, hiccup, fight through the pain in your heart and relate to her as best as you can the latest events.

She doesn't laugh at all.

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"She'll come back." Mijoo's slurred words do nothing to put Jungkook's state at ease that night. He simply shrugs, fingers clenching at his sides, frowing into his drink before gulping down the bitter taste of vodka in one shot. "Seriously, I think she's just afraid. My ex was the same."

"Comparing her to your ex is not the analogy you think it is."

"Ugh, shut up. Things didn't work with my ex because she was a bitch." Jungkook gives Mijoo a pointed look which she responds to by rolling her eyes and sipping on her rum coke. "Your girl is not a bitch. She used to be a bitch. What she did this morning was bitchy, but, like I said, she's just being a pussy. If she only wanted sex with you, she wouldn't have been doing couple stuff with you the entire summer."

"Whatever. I don't care." he lies and Mijoo knows he's lying but decides to drop the subject fo now.

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"We can't keep spending our days smoking weed." Chaelin speaks over Blanche's voice on the TV.

"I know. I'm just sad."

"You have to come back and tell him how you feel."

"I know."

There's a beat of silence before your friend kicks your thigh with her feet.

"I know and I will." you mumble through red eyes and smoke clouds.

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It's September first and it doesn't feel like Jungkook's birthday at all. He's been trying to focus on his work, alternating between isolating in full hermit mode and hanging out with friends to drink away his sorrow. The days have gone by and before he could realize it, he woke up today with over twenty text messages wishing him a happy day and a throbbing hangover.

He dresses up on autopilot. First a cotton shirt, then a pair of jeans and lastly, his Nike's. He doesn't bother tying his sneakers just like he doesn't bother taking a shower. He smokes a cigarette for breakfast, the death stick making him feel nauseaus on an empty stomach. And then he goes to work.

He's been repeating the same routing for the past weeks and he's not thinking of changing it, not even on his bithday.

He spends hours drawing, tattooing and drawing some more between yawns. He ignores texts an phone calls and simply waits until the day is over to go home, go to bed and forget about the fact that you're probably on your way to the city and that he hasn't crossed your mind not even once.

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Inkphoria.

You've been standing outside the shop re-reading the word for fifteen minutes, although it definitely feels like it has been longer. You're gripping cup of ice cream as it melts down your fingers the more you wait. The shop is already empty and it's starting to darken out side, and still you're so hot. Your shorts are heavy and your tank top is sticking to your skin. You didn't even bother to put on any make, although your eyebags definitely needed some concieling and your lashes some dimension to hide the fact that you'd been crying for the last few days.

'You're crazy about him.'

Chaelin's voice echoes inside your head.

You've lost count of how many times your best friend has given your advice, or simply encouraged you to do something you've been too scared to try.

'And he's cazy about you too.'

Chaelin might be wrong about marmite and the movie Cats, but she's definitely now wrong about anything regarding your and Jungkook.

That's it. You briefly close your eyes, inhale a deep breath then release it slowly. You start walking. It doesn't take longer than three strides and you're pushing the door open.

The tattoed blonde looks up from the counter the second you come into view. She smiles at the distance between you two. "You can come closer. I won't bite."

You clear your throat, stalking closer to her. "Is he-"

"He's in the back." she replies before you can finish you question. You close your mouth, clear your throat and nod your head.

"Thanks, Mijoo." she gives you a small wink, her smile easing your nerves like she had three months ago.

She watches you disappear. She shakes he head, her smile meeting her eyes. "I told him so."

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Jungkook ignores the knock on his door at first. It's almost ten and the parlor is about to close. He just has to finish this last fucking sketch so he can grab his shit and go the fuck ho-

Knock knock.

He growls, exhasperation cursing through him. He runs a hand through his messy pile of hair, his rings tangling between the strands, making him wince in pain. "Come in." he grunts under his breath. The door opens. "Mijoo, I really have to finish-"

He stops dead in his tracks as soon as he sees you.

"Hey." you say after a moment of hesitation.

"Hey." he replies and although there's something inside, deep in his chest, shouting at him to stand up, run up to you and kiss your face while he tells you how beautiful you look right now and how happy he is to see that you're still here, he decides against it. "Listen, ____, I'm pretty busy-"

"No, you listen to me." you cut him off abruptly. He looks taken aback and is already opening his mouth to say something, but you're not having it. "Please, just... Let me talk."

Silence looms between the two of you for a while, a staring contest defying each other to back down. When you take one step inside and close the door behind you, he sighs and leans back against his chair.

You move towards him slowly, your lip caught between your lip going through your mind for the speech you'd been preparing the last few days. Your hands are sticky due to the the sugary treat liquifying in your hand. "I know there's no reason you should give me another chance after rejecting you in high school, and there's definitely no reason why you should forgive me for the way I shut you out a few weeks ago. You've been confessing your feelings to me since we were teenagers, and now it's my turn to tell you exactly how I feel about you."

"Jungkook, the truth is... I like you so much. I like you more than I've ever liked anyone. Ever. I said this was just a summer fling, and I was lying. I was lying because there's no way a simple summer fling could make me feel the way you do. There's no way a simple summer fling could make me want not just summer with you, but also fall and winter, and spring and every summer that comes next."

You hadn't realize when your eyes filling up with tears until the sight of him starts blurrying in front of you. His fingers reach yours, his thumb comforting on your skin. "____, it's okay-"

"I'm not done yet." you sniffle, gathering enough courage to continue. "I brought you a lemon sherbet because you said it was your favourite. But you also implied I was your favourite, and I want to keep being you favourite, but now it's already melted and-"

The corners of Jungkook's lips start pulling upward as he tugs you towards him, his heart loudly jumping inside his chest. "Shhh, come here."

He takes the ice cream from your hand and places it on his desk. Then he's helping you onto his lap, your head tucked under his chin and your arms wapping on their own around his neck.

He doesn't care about your sticky fingers or the wet stains of your tears in his shirt. The only thing he cares about is the fact that you're right there, letting him engulf your frame and drown in the scent and warmth he'd misses so much.

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The first day of June has Jungkook sweating and wishing for a haircut. Jungkook usually hates summer. He hates the fact that he has to shower at least twice a day, and the fact that the heat is almost unbearable to sleep in and also the fact that he's easily sunburnt.

This year, however, Jungkook likes summer a little bit more.

"Excuse me, miss. Do you have an appointment?" it's the fact that you're starting to wear those summer dresses he loves so much, and the fact that your skin glows under the sun like glitter, and also the fact that he can lick ice cream off of it whenever he desires.

"I am the appointment." your giggle is almost childlike, playing with Jungkook's heart strings. You shut the door behind you, nearing him. You also seem to always have that flush on your cheeks. Although he likes to think part of it is due to him. He doesn't say anything else as he puts his pencil down and instead turns around in the chair to have you immediately on top of his thighs.

Yeah, he also likes the path your lips trace from his cheek, to his jaw, ending at the juncture between his neck and his shoulder. It still makes his body quaver to this day.

"Let me see." he murmurs against you forhear, his hand already working on unbottoning the front of your dress.

"Mijoo hasn't left yet." you whisper back, your smile impossible to supress and the faint whimper impossible to hide when his fingers expose your breast and tug at the titanium barbell adorning the already hardened nub.

Jungkook loves knowing he was the one to do that, and also the only one to play with it. He doesn't hesitate when he dips his head. "As if we'd ever cared about that." he adds, wrapping your sole point in his mouth.

He fucks you on his studio table with your legs around his waist and his tongue playing with both your breasts, the tattoo sketches long forgotten, scattered on the floor as he whispers against your flesh something that sounds a lot like 'I love you'.

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In Case You Don’t Live Forever

~chapter one rewritten~

Pairing: Peter Parker x Venom!Reader

Synopsis: you are Peter’s greatest love and Spider-Man’s greatest enemy

Masterlist and Series Masterlist

“Married?” You squeaked as your eyes grazed over the words on the card a hundred times without retaining any of the information. As you momentarily forgot how to even read, you had to rely on the words coming out of Andy’s mouth.

“Yes, uh, married.” He awkwardly cleared his throat. “Dani and I are getting married over the summer.”

The awkward silence filled the air, suffocating the three of you, but you didn’t care. You were still staring at that damn card. That damn card that said your ex boyfriend was getting married to another girl.

“Married.” You repeated, at a loss for words.

“You said that already, dumbass.” Venom chimed in, telepathically. You rolled your eyes and kicked the bench, signaling to her to quiet down.

“Yeah.” He said again. “I know we’re young, but I’m sure about her. She’s the love of my life.”

“Wow. Good for you.” You faked a smile as you stared at the invitation. “It’s Uh, it’s a lot to take in.”

“I know. That’s why I wanted to tell you in person. I figured it would be better than you randomly getting the card in the mail and finding out that way.” Andy explained.

“Our hero.” Venom snarled, so you pinched your leg to send her the message to be quiet.

“Yeah. Yeah, no, I’m glad you told me.” You lied as your eyes finally processed something on the card.

“You’re getting married on August 10?” You asked, finally tearing your eyes away from the invitation to look at him. He looked good, you had to admit. His curly brown hair was cut shorter than usual and he was still wearing his police uniform.

“Bright and early. I chose that day because-“

“Because it’s your parents anniversary. I know.” You cut him off, a little sharply.

“I’m sorry if this is awkward.” He frowned. “I understand if you’re too hurt to come.”

“It’s fine. We were together and now we’re not. Besides, I’m really happy for you and Dani. She really helped me get back on my feet when Venom and I first bonded. I like her. And if you want to marry her on that day, then go ahead.” You said, and you meant it. You did like Dani. You’d like her more if she wasnt dating the love of your life, but hey, nobody’s perfect.

“You’re lying. We want him back. He looks so juicy and delicious.” Venom said. You choked on your saliva for a moment at her words and Andy was quick to pat your back.

“You alright?” He asked. You nodded and made a mental note to have a domestic conversation about boundaries with Venom when you got home.

“I’m fine. And anyways, I’ve uh, I’ve moved on.” You lied, adverting your eyes so he wouldn’t catch on.

“What? No we haven’t?” Venom didn’t grasp the social cue.

“You have?” Andy asked, seemingly taken aback.

“No! We love you!” Venom growled in your head.

“Yep. I’m in a deeply committed and loving relationship.” You nodded as you looked anywhere but at him. It wasn’t a total lie. You were technically in a relationship with Venom, though be it a host/parasite kinda deal.

“What’s he like?” Andy wondered, looking pissed off all the sudden.

“They’re great. They’re, uh…tall. Super, super tall.” You began to describe Venom. So far, it was all true. Venom was 7’6 in her final form.

“They’re black, like yourself, and they’ve got this big, beautiful smile.” You could feel yourself cringing internally as you painted the picture for him.

“You think our smile is beautiful?” Venom teased you.

“And they just always have my back. They’re my ride or die, you know? If I didn’t have them, I’d be dead. Literally.” You finished. Also true. If you and Venom ever got separated, you would both die. Andy was looking off into the distance, sucking his teeth before nodding again.

“That’s nice.” He said, but his tone didn’t sound like he thought it was nice.

“I’d literally die.” You repeated to fill the awkward silence.

“I get it.” He deadpanned.

“Like, I’d freaking perish.”

“Alright.” He held up his hands and you stopped.

“So, do you think you can come?” He brought the conversation back to him, something he was good at.

Of course you could come. What else would you be doing? But you were just getting back on my feet after losing your job and a wedding might be too much too soon. You were at rock bottom before you found Venom. Well, before you found each other. That was nearly a year ago, but that day came back in flashes every now and then...

“You’re seriously breaking up with me? Over a job?” You asked as you followed Andy out of the police station. You were under the impression that he had just been fired because of the files you took from his computer. Classified files on local businessman Carlton Drake and the people he had killed with his experiments, of course.

“Yeah, I am.” He snapped. “I’m done with you.”

“Can’t we talk about this?” You pleaded as you followed him down the street.

“Okay.” He stopped, looking angry. “Do you want to talk about how you embarrassed me in front of my precinct? I just got yelled at in front of my all my coworkers because of you and your greed. You used me for your stupid show.”

“I wasn’t being greedy.” You insisted, ignoring that he called your job stupid. “You had the information on Carlton Drake and I needed it to make an accusation. He’s killing people! He’s a bad guy, Andy. And I write about and report bad men. That’s my job. I didn’t know that looking at your files would get you fired.”

Andy put his hands on his hips and looked around, suddenly sheepish.

“I wasn’t fired.” He mumbled.

“What?” You switched from upset to confused. “Then why are you angry?”

“I was demoted to traffic duty for two weeks because of you.” He pointed an angry finger at you and you almost laughed.

“I’m sorry, wait.” You compared yourself. “You’re breaking up with me after two years together because I got you demoted to traffic duty? Are you serious?”

“Do you know how embarrassing it is to wear that orange vest? It’s humiliating.” Andy shouted and you covered your mouth to keep from laughing. “Everyone in the neighborhood knows me and now they’re gonna know I’m on traffic duty.”

“People know you?” Your eyes widened at how dense he was being. “Andy, I’m a local celebrity. I had a whole show on YouTube that I was just fired from. Actually fired. You’re just a police officer who was demoted.”

“To traffic duty.” He repeated, as if it was suddenly worse.

“I know!” You snapped before calming down. “Are we really over? Just because of one mistake?”

“You used me.” He shrugged. “I can’t trust you.”

You stared at him as he walked over to you, never breaking eye contact as he took his key off your key ring.

“We’re over.” He hissed before turning around and walking away.

“Y/N?” Andy waved a hand in front of your face, snapping you out of it.

“Oh, right sorry. Um…” You trailed off as you mulled it over. You were happy for him, but you weren’t ready to see him marry someone else. That was gonna be you guys. Of course you wanted to be at his wedding, but you wanted to be the bride.

“Actually, I cant.” You blurted, quickly thinking of a lie. “The Daily Bugle called me and offered me a job in New York. They want me to cover a story on some serial killer. I was gonna move there part time until the story is done. I’m leaving in a few weeks.”

It was partially true. The Daily Bugle did reach out to ask you to write the story, but you had planned to write it at home. News of Andy’s impending marriage was enough to drive you out of the state.

“Oh really?” Andy raised an eyebrow. “Wow.”

He was never one to celebrate you, even when you were together, but his reaction seemed different now. He almost seemed surprised that you were still successful without him.

“Yea. I just finalized everything this morning.” You lied again as you wondered how you’d get a NYC apartment on such short notice. “But hey, maybe I’ll finish early and make it back in time for your big day. I mean, it’s only April. I have lots of time. How many people could this guy possible kill until August?” You joked, but Andy didn’t laugh. He never really got your sense of humor.

“That’s great Y/N.” He nodded, not much enthusiasm behind it. “Things are really turning around for you. I can’t believe you found a job and a boyfriend. I didn’t think it would happen.”

You narrowed your eyes at his condescending comment but decided to brush it off.

“Well, it did. I’m on to bigger and better things.” You cut into him a little as you stood up. “I better go. I told my partner I’d meet them for lunch. Bye!”

“Bye!” Andy called after you, still in a funk from what you told him.

You practically ran home and slid down your door once you got inside.

“Holy shit. I’m such a liar.” You grimaced and covered my face with my hands. Venom manifested herself in her snake-like form and looked at you.

“You’re not a liar if we move to New York and start dating.” She said, making you laugh.

“You have a point. In that case, will you be my girlfriend, Miss Venom?” You asked sarcastically and Venom grinned.

“You’re not really my type, but I’m willing to settle.” Venom matched your sarcasm.

“Then let’s make moving plans, baby.” You sighed. “We’re going to New York.”

[vivianswers]

[Blind Date]

JW: Anyong GyeoUl-ah~ I heard from IkJun that you're getting off early today. Let's get dinner?

As GyeoUl finishes up the patients' chart for today, she sees his text and smiles. She immediately replies "Yes, Gyuso-nim~" and excitingly looks forward to dinner time.

Since there is still an hour left of her shift yet all the charts today are finished, GyeoUl starts to go over the ones for outpatient rounds tomorrow. Suddenly, there is a reminder alert popping up on her phone that reads: Blind Date Dinner with MinHa's doctor friend at Restaurant XYZ, 6:30PM.

GyeoUl starts to panic that she had completely forgotten about this blind date today. She reaches for a chocopie from the snack tray while unnervingly walking back and forth. Sweet is her favorite stress-eating snack after all.

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After seeing how upset GyeoUl was when JeongWon lied to turn down her dinner request, MinHa tasked herself on a quest to find a better suited blind date for her fellow ARMY. However, GyeoUl kept using her night shifts as an excuse to refuse these blind dates. MinHa, of course, would not give up easily. She then begged GyeoUl to say yes to one dinner date with one of her friends, whom she believed would be a perfect match. Minha had also generously bribed her friend with a BTS concert's VIP ticket and 1 month of Egg Drop sandwiches to push GyeoUl to reluctantly agree.

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GyeoUl then texts MinHa asking if it is still ok to somehow cancel today's arranged dinner. Within 5 minutes, big stomping steps can be heard approaching, and then violently pushed open the door is Dr. Chu MinHa, currently looking like a hot mess with unkempt messy hair-bun and dark eye circles, glaring straight at GyeoUl.

"I have had 3 night-shifts in a row and about to cover another one as an emergency because that fox of a coworker pulls the disappearance card again so I need to punch something right now. Please don't let it be you. I had already given up one VIP BTS ticket for you that I extorted for myself from the ungrateful bastard ex-boyfriend to make tonight's dinner happen. And 1 month of Egg Drop Sandwiches. I even made an RSVP at your favorite restaurant. Dr. Jang, you better give me a very good reason to cancel this. Unless you magically have a boyfriend right now, or I will NOT accept anything else."

"Actually I—" GyeoUl pauses as she remembers that they are supposed to keep the relationship a secret for now. "Um… yeah I still don't have a boyfriend yet." She dejectedly answers while looking away.

"Then you better show up to the date tonight." MinHa slammed the door behind her.

Feeling like she had pushed the wrong button on MinHa today, GyeoUl lets out a big sigh and stress-eats another chocopie instead. Ah! Perhaps, Professor Lee IkJun can give me some advice.

GU: Lee Gyuso-nim… GU: MinHa arranged a dinner date for me tonight with her friend. But I want to turn down this date. How do I text him to let him down nicely? IJ:  Hello to my favorite Dr. Long Winter IJ:  Ah~ MinHa told me about it when she asked me about your surgery schedule this month. IJ:  Oh yeah, it is tonight huh? IJ:  It's a good thing though. Why would you want to turn him down? You get off early today anyways. IJ:  Just go and have fun. IJ:  Forget that jerk JeongWon for now~

Of course, I cannot tell Professor Lee the truth either—GyeoUl thought to herself—Maybe I'll just go to dinner and turn him down nicely after. Dr. Chu had put in a lot of effort for this anyways. Sorry Professor Ahn. But should I tell him the truth? Would he be mad? Maybe I should just tell him everything afterwards.

After contemplating back and forth with another chocopie devoured, GyeoUl then texts JeongWon.

GU: Gyuso-nim… GU: Actually, I'm so sorry but I cannot have dinner with you tonight. I forgot that I have something very important to take care of for Dr. Chu. I'm very sorry Gyuso-nim. Can I make it up to you another time?

JeongWon's happy mood from earlier quickly sinks when he sees the texts because he's looking forward to this dinner as well. He even made the RSVP in advance at her favorite restaurant right away. But if she's busy then there's nothing else he can do about it. So he texts back to assure her to not fret over today's dinner.

As he's about to call the restaurant to cancel the RSVP, his office door is suddenly sprung open without a knock.

"JeongWon-ah~ What are you doing tonight? Let's go karaoke! Everyone else is down. I didn't get to sing much last time." – IkJun barges in, uninvited as usual.

JeongWon lets out a sigh, as he presses the restaurant's phone number on his phone. Before he could say anything else, IkJun continues.

"Oh yeah… Did you also know that our Dr. Long Winter has a dinner date tonight with some guy? MinHa seems to have arranged back then when you lied about going to YangPyeong that one time to reject her."

JeongWon pauses, then solemnly stares back at IkJun.

Seeing how he has poked his friend at the right tickled spot, IkJun deliberately spices it up some more. "She even texted me about how excited she is about this date. It is even at her favorite restaurant too."

Jeongwon keeps his silence. His thumb swipes across the phone to cancel the call, while keeping the stern deep-in-thoughts look.

"Anyways… so are you gonna join us or not?" IkJun changes the subject.

"No you guys go ahead. I have something else I need to attend to." JeongWon shoves IkJun out of the way to leave his room. As he walks to the parking structure, he can still hear his friend's irritating words "Ahn JeongWon is no fun!!" echoing through the hall.

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The time is now 6:40PM. JeongWon approaches the receptionist of the Restaurant XYZ.

"Good evening. My apologies. I'm supposed to have a dinner RSVP at 7PM. Unfortunately, I would have to cancel it. I will take care of any cancellation fee. Also, I would still like to order some entrees for takeout. Would that be alright?"

The receptionist politely reassures him. "No worry, dear customer. Thank you for letting us know. Our cancellation policy is 15 minutes before the RSVP time for any incurred fee, so you’re still good. Here is the takeout menu. Please take your time."

After ordering the takeout, JeongWon scans through the dining area and able to spot his GyeoUl right away. He then chuckles at the fact that her outfit still looks plain and simple, her hair still loosely tied up, but still exudes that raw and innocent beauty that he fell for.

After receiving his takeout food from the receptionist, JeongWon stands still for a while, deep in thought, glances at GyeoUl again, and leaves the restaurant.

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After dinner, the gentleman offers to drive GyeoUl home since it is dark outside, but she respectfully declines as she prefers to ride the subway instead. They both then greet each other goodbye. As the gentleman leaves, GyeoUl takes out her phone, about to call JeongWon regarding today's, then she hears a familiar voice.

"GyeoUl-ah~"

She turns around and sees her beloved Professor Ahn leaning against his car, waiting for her all this time. Both surprised and happy, she dashes towards him.

"Gyuso-nim~ How do you know that I'm here? Ah wait, does that mean you know about today's dinner? But—Ah—I mean… I'm so sorry. I was about to call you and tell—" She tries to push all the words out in a hurry.

"GyeoUl-ah~ it's alright." JeongWon smiles as he pats her head. "I also RSVP-ed this restaurant for us tonight too, so I happened to see you as I went in to cancel the RSVP."

GyeoUl somehow cannot bring herself to say another word. All the practice speeches she had in her head earlier have entirely disappeared. She lowers her head and pouts in deep regret that she should not have gone to this date tonight as she realizes how much it must have pained JeongWon to see it. Noticing her dejected face with tears puddling up, he pulls her into his embrace, with his hand continue to pat her head.

"You couldn't turn Dr. Chu's request down because you had to keep our relationship a secret, right? I'm sorry to have made you lie like this." He sighs. "This whole thing was because of me anyways. If I had not lied about YangPyeong back then, this arranged date would not have happened. So, I guess I am facing the retribution for my lies that had hurt you."

GyeoUl slowly pulls her upper body out of JeongWon's embrace. "Gyuso-nim… I.. really planned to tell you everything right after. Also, nothing happens at dinner either. We each paid for own dinner too. It turns out, he was also coerced by MinHa for tonight's date as well. He also has a girlfriend but coincidentally have to keep their relationship a secret as well, just like us. Ah, he is also a GS surgeon like us, working for Doldam hospital in Gangwon. The interesting thing is he kinda looks like you."

She then tugs herself into his embrace again, this time taking the initiative to hug him tight. "I'm sorry Gyuso-nim. I promise I will firmly turn down all MinHa's arranged dates for me from now on." She lifts her head upwards "I'm... only going to go on dates with you."

JeongWon lovingly locks his gaze on her face, then pretends to sulk. "But in the end, I'm still hurt that my girlfriend had a dinner date with another man."

"What can I do to make it up to you, Gyuso-nim?" – GyeoUl asked with a puzzled look.

"You can… kiss me?"

GyeoUl quickly looks down to hide her blushing cheeks at JeongWon's teasing.

Witnessing the satisfying adorable reaction of his girlfriend, he then chuckles.

"Just kidding. I was only teas—"

Those words are suddenly blocked by a surprise attack of his girlfriend's lips, boldly pressing against his, for about a few seconds, then she looks down again to hide her even redder cheeks. Before allowing her heart rate to slow down, he lifts her head up with both hands and kisses her, this time definitely longer than just a few seconds. Since it's no longer their first time, the kissing sessions have turned more and more playful. GyeoUl slowly matches up to JeongWon's kissing pace as well. Turns out, kissing can be so fun and…addicting too.

After a while, their kissing session is once again interrupted by a stomach's rumbling sound, this time from JeongWon's.

"You haven't eaten yet, Gyuso-nim?"

"Not yet. I bought the food here earlier to wait to eat with you because I saw that you only had one plate for dinner. The food has cooled down though. We can heat up the food and eat at my place nearby. JunWan is at the hospital today so we don't have to worry about him knowing our secret." JeongWon said as he opens the car door to the passenger's side for GyeoUl, then walks over to his.

"Gyuso-nim, can we have ramen at your place as well?" – GyeoUl asks, knowing her stomach would not be satisfied with just one entrée dish.

JeongWon completely freezes at her question, awkwardly answers "Of..Of course we..you can", then takes a deep breath and slowly exhales. While understanding that she may not know its hidden meaning, this kind of question after an intense kiss session is definitely dangerous. As he thought, perhaps priesthood is indeed not for him after all.

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Update P.S: If you didn’t know already, her blind date is YYS’s other character in Dr. Romantic :)))))))))) 

P.S.S: Yes I know what ‘eating ramen’ means hehehhhhhh ;)

[talesfromthesnogbox]

Roses Are Red...

Summary: Eddie really can't explain why he brings a dozen red roses home for his friend on Valentine's Day. After Ch2 idiots to lovers fix-it fic.

Words: 2,409

AO3

Roses Are Red...

Eddie took a deep breath before opening the door to Richie’s (and now his) home. They’d been living together for over a year, and it wasn’t out of the ordinary for one to bring home a surprise every once and a while, but this… this was Valentine's Day. 

“Eds!” He was immediately greeted by Richie’s voice from the kitchen. “Eds I’ve got a surprise for you—”

His voice trailed off as he watched Eddie approach, his arms full.

“Hi.”

Richie was stood at their kitchen island, covered in flour. “I… um… it’s Valentine's Day, so I figured we could make homemade pizza or something—what, what’s with the roses?”

Eddie looked down at his arms, almost as if he’d forgotten he was holding a bouquet of a dozen red roses. “Oh… um… I dunno.” He flushed.

Richie frowned. “Did someone at work give them to you?” He smiled when Eddie shook his head no. “So spaghedward has a secret admirer then?” 

Eddie scoffed at the other man. “No, I just… I picked them up on the way home from work. And these.” He held up a small pastry box, two red velvet cupcakes with plush white icing and red heart-shaped sprinkles on them. “I thought… well… I don’t know what I was thinking honestly.” 

The taller man gasped mockingly. “My oh my, mama, a gentleman’s brought me flowers!” Eddie rolled his eyes, he expected one of Richie’s ‘voices’ to make an appearance, but he wasn’t expecting blushing southern belle. 

“Shut up. What kind of pizza are you making?” 

Richie giggled, dusting flour over the surface of the dough to roll it back out. “I dunno, I just bought a bunch of toppings and figured we could make our own personal pizzas. Thought it could be a fun little thing for dinner.” He adjusted his glasses, averting his eyes as he spoke. “So, am I getting a little taste of what the missus was treated to on the day of romance?” 

Eddie frowned, searching the cabinets for a suitable vase. He eventually found a glass pitcher that would do the job. “Ex-missues. No, she didn’t like flowers, thought it would set off my non-existent allergies.”

“Oh. So you got them on the way just because?” 

“Yeah I guess. I’d never brought home flowers for anyone and, and I guess I just wanted to see what it felt like to bring home flowers for someone.” 

“Ohhhh so they are for me then, are they?” 

“No! They’re for… they’re for… us.” 

“Us?” Richie peered over the dough circle he was shaping in his hands.

“Yeah, you know, the two of us that live in this house.” He loosened his tie and sat across from Richie at the island.

“And what exactly convinced you, as a newly single man, to bring home a dozen red roses to your gay, very single and available roommate slash best friend?” 

Eddie threw his hands up, exasperated. The truth was, he didn’t really know why he decided to bring flowers home for Richie. He saw them on his way home and thought they’d be a nice gesture, but there was definitely a fluttering deep in his belly when the florist had asked if he was bringing them home to someone special. Richie was someone special in Eddie’s life, he always knew this was a fact, and never denied it, but just how special he was… Eddie didn’t even think he knew the answer to that.

“I don’t know, Rich, what do you want me to say?” 

Richie giggled. “Getting heated there shortstop? Chill Eds, I’m just messing with you. They’re beautiful, thank you.” He was definitely fishing for something, and Richie’s heart sank a little when Eddie immediately didn’t admit the roses meant something. But friends did things for their friends all the time for Valentine's Day, right? Ben used to make the Losers a homemade card each with a little poem, and Stan… well Stan didn’t do anything if he was being honest, but it seems like he got his footing now with Patty and their mini-Uris, still cooking in Patty’s belly. 

“I’m not… ugh, you’re welcome.” He was silent for a moment, watching Richie shape and form the soft pillows of dough into the perfect pizza rounds, thin crust just like Eddie liked it, and cheese stuffed crust on his own. 

“Would you like to come do the honours of topping your pizza Mr. Kaspbrak?” 

Eddie smiled and walked around the island to join Richie on the other side. “Sure, what do I do?” 

Richie handed him a spoon. The thing about Richie that surprised Eddie the most was how competent he was in the kitchen. There were definitely a few misses in his culinary escapades, but many, many more hits. He had a good handle on Italian, and Eddie trusted from the delicious smells wafting from the pot beside him that this homemade pizza sauce would be delicious. 

“Plop a little bit in the middle and spread it out. Not too much or the crust will be soggy. Yeah, just like that.” Richie handed him a bowl of shredded cheese and showed him how to sprinkle it evenly, dusting little flakes of oregano on top. It felt so domestic, moreso than it ever had, the two of them cooking together. Eddie couldn’t help but feel like he was catching a glimpse of what it would be like if Richie were more than just his friend, and it warmed him inside. He found himself leaning in to the taller man as he watched Eddie over his shoulder, his elbow bumping the soft belly just behind him. It was nice, and Eddie couldn’t deny that his heart got caught in his throat as Richie looked down at him with pride.

“Cool, so we’ll pop these in the oven and come back to them in a bit. What do you wanna do tonight loverboy?” 

Eddie rolled his eyes. “Fuck off. Just because I brought those stupid roses home.” 

Richie chuckled lowly. “Eddie K, king of romance. Who would have thought?” 

“You’re insufferable. I’m going to change, put a movie on or something.” 

When Eddie came back into the room, Richie was already lounging on the couch with Sixteen Candles loaded and ready to go. 

“Clearly sappy gestures of love aren’t your thing, so I figured a good old John Hughes throwback rom-com would be safe.” 

“Dude, would you just drop the roses thing already?” 

The oven timer beeped, and Richie jumped up to plate the pizzas.

Eddie sighed, dragging a hand across his face. For the tenth time in a matter of minutes, he questioned why he felt the need to bring Richie roses.

“I don’t know, okay?” 

“Sorry, what was that?” 

“I said I don’t know. Everyone at work was talking about the dinner reservations they’d made, and the fancy jewellery they’d bought their significant others, and I just… I don’t know, maybe I was jealous?” 

Richie frowned, taking a bite of his still too-hot pizza. “Jealous of what?” 

Eddie shrugged, searching for the words. “Jealous of how easy it seems to do something like that. I don’t know! And then when I was walking to my car, I just… I passed that florist, and something… something compelled me to go in. Maybe it could be that easy, but obviously it isn’t!” 

“Ooh you know me baby, I’ve always been easy.” Richie winked.

“But you really aren’t, asshole!” Eddie slapped a hand over his mouth, not feeling in control of what was coming out of it anymore. “I—I… Richie, what are we doing?” 

Richie’s eyes narrowed. He set his slice down and wiped the bits of sauce and crumb from the stubble on his chin. “What do you mean?” 

“I mean… I just… I feel like… Ugh I don’t know what I feel! Sometimes I’m fine, I’m great, life goes on like normal and I don’t think of you every second of the day, and then sometimes I walk past a flower shop and see red roses and it’s like something inside of me is just screaming to do something romantic. But the second you question me, I turn into this!”

Richie presses the tips of his fingers together, steepling them under his nose, deep in thought. “Eds. I just want to make sure we’re on the same page here before I go and say something stupid, but is this… are you trying to tell me that you’re—”

“Maybe! I don’t… I don’t know. My coworkers, they just were talking about their wives and how amazing they were and all that, and I just wanted to gush about you. I wanted to tell them that you’re an amazing cook and how nice it feels when you massage a knot out of my shoulder after a run. And that sometimes I’ll lean into you on purpose when we’re just hanging out because I know that you love to hold people, and it feels so good when you hold me. And even though we’ve known each other for like thirty years, I’m still amazed by how much I learn about you every day, and I’m not sick of you! Even when we spend all day hanging out together, I take my time going to bed because I don’t want to leave your side.” 

Richie blinked. “Um… that sounded pretty gay Eds.” 

He threw his hands up. “Do you want me to get any gayer, because I can definitely go there if you want.” 

Richie’s eyebrows raised into his hairline. “Wow. How much gayer can you go?” 

Eddie stared at him incredulously. “Do you know how nice your ass is?” 

“Woah! Eds, okay yeah, that’s pretty gay! How long have you been bottling this all up?” 

“Dude, how long have you known me?” 

Richie chuckled. “I know you’ve always been a tight-ass with a tight ass if that’s what your asking.”

“No, Rich, I’m saying—I don’t know what I’m saying. This is dumb. Forget this conversation ever happened please.” 

“Are you kidding me? Mr. Squats-at-the-gym-every-day told me I have a nice ass, I’m wearing that with pride. C’mon Eds, what are you thinking in that tiny little head of yours.” 

“I’m thinking you use humour as a coping mechanism and you’ve done nothing but make jokes this entire time so you definitely don’t feel the same way I do.”

Richie shook his head. “You say you learn something new about me every day, so here’s a new one for today. I’m making jokes because I’m guarding my heart Eduardo. I’ve been trying to not get my hopes up about us for years. It’s your first Valentine's Day as a divorced man, and I’m trying not to act too excited by the fact that what you said to me not two minutes ago kinda sounded like a confession of love.” 

Eddie went silent, weighing his options. That moment seemed to be a liminal space, a meeting point between two worlds, and the scale could be tipped either way at any second. On the one hand, he could brush it off completely, pretend it never happened and go back to being friends, although their relationship would be strained at first by the gravity of what they each knew now. On the other hand, he could spill the beans, tell Richie everything, ruin their friendship wholly and completely, and move onto something more, but they’d never be able to come back from that. They’d never be able to come back to being just friends if they tipped the scale and gave into what they truly felt inside. The cards were pretty well all laid out on the table already, either had a hint that the other felt something past friendship for the other, and now someone just had to take the next step to solidify that. From the way Richie wrung his fingers together, Eddie knew it would have to be him. 

There was no time to contemplate it anymore. The seconds passed by like hours, and every moment Eddie continually thought of why it would be a bad idea, he could see Richie’s resolve breaking. This had to be a split second decision, he knew it did, either he would say something, or he’d drop it. But Eddie wasn’t like Richie, he’d never been good with words, his sharp tongue wasn’t entirely clever, just fast. He’d never be able to weave the words in a way that showed Richie how conflicted he was, so instead, he acted.

Eddie’s hand on Richie’s cheek was cold and demanding as he pulled the taller man’s face closer. The gap was closed before Richie even knew what was happening, and their lips pressed together with a satisfying smack. Eddie’s heart was in his throat. He did it, he actually did it, and the world hadn’t collapsed. 

Richie settled into the kiss once the initial shock had worn off, taking the lead from Eddie. He breathed out heavily, breaking their connection earlier than he would have liked, and looked at the other pointedly. 

“I brought home roses for you on Valentine's Day because I love you.”

“I made homemade pizza on Valentine's Day because I love you. And I bought a fancy bottle of wine but that’s for later I think.”

Eddie chuckled. “Look at us, we’re a mess. Were you ever planning on telling me?” 

“Of course not! Do you know how long I’ve wanted to kiss you?” Richie took his hand. “Remember that party Mike threw for Bill’s sixteenth and Bev started that game of truth or dare? I only because she promised to dare you to kiss me. And she didn’t!”

Eddie laid a peck on Richie’s lips, just because he could. “There, we don’t need Bev.” 

“I’m calling her and telling her she’s cancelled.” 

“Maybe let’s just spend tonight together and cancel her in the morning.” 

Richie laughed and pulled Eddie closer. “Sounds like a plan spaghetti.” 

Eddie snuggled further into Richie, but reached for his pizza. “Pass me my plate, I need to actually taste this thing before I can brag about how good a cook my boyfriend is to my coworkers.” 

“Boyfriend?” 

Eddie clammed up. “Is… is that alright?” 

Richie nuzzled his face into Eddie’s hair. “Of course it is, I love you.” 

A warmth spread through Eddie’s belly. “I love you too. Now pass me my pizza so we can finish and tear into those cupcakes.”

[thetheatregang]

Insomnia - Ricky/Nini

I’m FINALLY posting this after a MONTH of writing, editing, and tweaking! I really hope you like it!

This is story is heavily based in Instagram DMs/texts, so I put anything that is in a DM in italics to differentiate just in case there’s confusion.

Plot: After months of not speaking, Ricky and Nini reconnect over Instagram DMs.

Nini’s POV

*buzzzzzzz*

The loud vibration of my iPhone startles me awake. 

I didn’t realize it was even on. I look at the time: 1:27 AM. 

Ugh, so late. But what really shocks me is the notification on my screen: A DM, from Ricky Bowen. My ex-boyfriend. 

Who kissed me, and told me he loved me on Opening Night of the musical, the musical he only joined to get me back in the first place. 

The boy who left town after winter break, fleeing to Chicago when things got “too hard” at home. I haven’t heard from Ricky since the day he left Salt Lake City. It’s been three months. 

skateratricky replied to your story

Ricky replied to my story? I forgot I even had one set. I open the message. 

skateratricky: #4 combo with salt and vinegar chips and a Dr. Pepper? kinda jealous…

My instagram story was of me and Kourtney eating at Marino’s sandwich shop, one of our favorite places in town. A sandwich shop that opened near East High our freshman year. Me and Ricky used to go there a lot. Pretty much every Saturday the whole time we were dating. 

What do I do? Do I reply? Does he even really want to talk to me? Is he just being friendly. I exit Instagram and text Kourtney. She’ll know what to do. 

NINI: Ricky texted me…

KOURT 💄: GIRL WHAT???????

NINI: He replied to my insta story, the pic of us at Marino’s. 

KOURT 💄: Are you gonna message him back?

NINI: Should I? I wouldn’t even know what to say!

KOURT 💄: YES! You know you’ve been dying to talk to him! Shoot your shot girl!

Okay, so I guess if Kourtney thinks I should go for it, then maybe I should. I relaunch Instagram, and pull his message back up:

skateratricky: #4 combo with salt and vinegar chips and a Dr. Pepper? kinda jealous…

niniukegirl: you SHOULD be 😆🍞

I type carefully, adding emojis to show that I’m being casual. Were the emojis too much? Ugh this is so stressful. Just then, Ricky’s chat bubble appears. He’s replying?

skateratricky: I neeeeeeeeed a sandwich next time I’m in town! U down to go with me?

Woah. Is he serious right now?? He’s gonna ghost me for THREE months, then ask me if I’m down for a SANDWICH? This is ridiculous…

niniukegirl: Um, sure… I guess? Why are you asking me to have a sandwich with you at nearly 2 am? WAIT if you’re in Chicago, wouldn’t it be more like almost 3 am?

This kids gotta be out of his mind. I knew Ricky was an insomniac, but 3 am? Wow. When does he find time to sleep?

skateratricky: Oh, yeah, sorry. Did I wake you? I didn’t think you’d answer...

Yes. Yes you DID wake me, but I don’t think I’ll tell you that.

niniukegirl: It’s fine, I wasn’t really sleeping yet anyway. Why are you still up?

skateratricky: Couldn’t sleep. Mom’s apartment is in the city so it’s kinda loud. It’s right next to a train track and I’m not really used to it yet, honestly. 

That’s not surprising. Ricky has always had to sleep in pitch black and dead silence. I’ll bet with all the city lights and people who live in the city, he doesn’t get much of that.

niniukegirl: Yikes, that sucks. How’s Lynne? 

Ricky’s always been close with his mom. In all honesty, I couldn’t believe he didn’t leave sooner. I hoped he would stay to try out for the spring musical, but no. Which, unfortunately has left me to play Sandy in Grease with EJ, my other ex-boyfriend. 

skateratricky: Lynne is good. Misses SLC but LOVES Chicago. She’s dating which is… weird, but good. 

niniukegirl: Still the guy from Opening Night, or no? I’m glad she’s doing well though, she deserves it. 

skateratricky: Yeah, Todd. He’s a good guy, he’s her coworker. He and his daughter live in the apartment below me and my mom. 

niniukegirl: At least she’s happy. I should head to bed, but tell your mom I miss her 💕

skateratricky: She misses you too, trust me. So do I… Goodnight, Nini

My heart skips a beat. He misses me. No surprise there. I know he left in such a hurry. But I know he really missed his mom, no matter how hard that was for him to admit, so could I really be shocked he wanted to spend time with her? But then again, could I ever forgive him for breaking my heart twice?

[anonymous-its-what-i-do]

On my mind Bucky x reader

Summary: Y/N lives in a small boring town, one summer a handsome, flirtatious new guy moves to town. It looks like this summer isn’t going to be so bad after all.

(This is kinda a highschool au.)

Warnings: Fluff

July 6

The sweltering summer heat is what brought you to the small convenience store. It was just up the street from where you lived. It had the essentials. Milk, bread, a variety of sodas, and the best ice cream in town. That's why you were here. 

Kim, the shop owner, had the best vanilla ice cream in this small, shitty town. 

Walking into the store you felt the cool air from the air conditioner in the window. Giving a quick hello to Kim, you made your way to the chip racks.

Scanning over the shelves of different flavors and styles of chips. You decide on a small bag of salt and vinegar. 

It was weird but salt and vinegar chips went well with vanilla ice cream. 

The sound of the bell above the door chimes as you hear someone say hello. Then the footsteps were on the other side of the shelves. It wasn't weird that someone else was in the store. Everyone loved Kim’s. 

As you rounded the corner to checkout and get your ice cream, you bumped into something hard and sturdy.

“Oh, I’m so sorry.”

“Its fine, doll.”

Looking up you see a tall, handsome guy. He was wearing a simple white tee and shorts suitable for the melting heat. His dark brown hair was perfectly ruffled. He definitely wasn't from here. It was a small town and everyone knew each other. Well, it was summer. He could just be visiting family.

Feeling your cheeks heat up a little, you made your way to the counter. The boy following you.

“Hey Kim. Just an ice cream with this, please.”

Kim went over to the ice cream machine to get your usual order. 

“Um… by any chance do you go to school here?”

Wait, was he talking to me?

Well, who else would he be talking to. There was no one else in the store.

Turing to look at him. Yup, he was looking right at you.

“Um, yeah I do. Erm… why?"

“Well, I just moved here from New York and I haven't really met anyone here so… well ya know, just wanted to get to know a few people before school starts.” He stated, scratching the back of his neck.

“Oh wow. Why did you move here… um…”

“James. But you can call me Bucky."

Cute name for a cute boy.

“I'm Y/N.”

He repeated your name as Kim passes you your ice cream, giving you a wink. You slide her a five, telling her to keep the change, moving to the side so Bucky could pay.

“Well my father is a doctor and somehow we ended up here. He told us that the hospital here was desperate for doctors so when he was asked to work here, he said ‘yes’.”

The hospital was in desperate need for doctors for a while now. Your dad was a paramedic there. Himself and his coworkers were over run with patients. The poor nurses were trying their best but there was only so much they could do. With another doctor here, it could really help.

“Yeah, I heard about that. My dad actually works at the hospital here.”

The two of you walk out of the store. Quickly you miss the air conditioning as the heat hits you.

“So Bucky, where do you live here in town?”

Continuing walking toward the road. He points up the street that was in the opposite direction of where you lived.

“Jus’ up there at the end of the street. Big blue one. Can't miss it.”

You know the house he was talking about. It was the only one that was for sale on the street. And the fact that your best friend used to live there. Well… ex-best friend. The two of you were close for three years, but over the past three months, you've grown apart and barely ever talk to each other anymore. 

He started to crush on you and after asking you out, and rejecting him. Telling him you only wanted to be friends. It didn't seem like it was going to damage your friendship that much. But it did.

“Yeah, I know the one. Small town. Pretty much know everything there is to know.” you stated.

“I haven't really had the chance to explore the town yet. Feel like being my guide?” he asked with a little smirk.

You thought about it for a minute. This could turn into a friendship. He was new here and he hasn't met anyone yet. You always kicked yourself for not putting yourself out there.

“Sure! How ‘bout we start with one of the parks in town. It's just down trailer street.” you suggested.

Bucky agreed, of course. 

After a ten minute walk you were at the park swinging on the swing set, Bucky next to you.

“This is a pretty small town so there isn't much to do here. There is another park out town and a great walking trail just down from it. Um… a museum, an ice cream shop. Sad to say but that's pretty much it.” you stated with a shrug.

"Well. I'm sure we can make our own fun."

Bucky checked his phone, it was already four o'clock. Soon his ma would want him home for dinner. 

“Well doll, this has been great but i'm afraid my ma is exacting me home for dinner. How ‘bout I pick you up around seven to continue our tour?”

Oh… 

This was a small town. Few people your own age. Well, there was but you didn't mix well with them. They all partied too much. Which is the vibe you got off Bucky at first, which is why you were surprised he wanted to spend time with you.

“Y-yeah… I'd like that.” you answered, giving him a shy smile.

“Great!” he exclaimed as he started to walk away. Quickly spinning around. “Oh! Where should I pick you up?”

You gave a small giggle, pointing at a burnt orange colored house across the street. “That one right there.”

Bucky glanced across the street at the house. Then back at you. 

“Remember, doll. Be ready for seven.” He stated as he started up the street, leaving you on the swing with butterflies in your stomach. 

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Seven o'clock finally rolled around after sitting around all day. Of course the hours seemed to crawl by about the same speed as a snail. You tried to keep yourself busy by reading, mindlessly scrolling through your phone, and of course playing with your dog, Nora.

She was a rescue pup that you adopted when she was a puppy about two years ago. She wasn't a puppy anymore. She weighed in at about 75 lbs. And she loved people! 

When Bucky pulled into your driveway, of course Nora went crazy barking. This was a good thing because it lets you know Bucky was here. 

With one last look in the mirror, you quickly grabbed your jacket and made your way to the front door, giving Nora a quick pat on the head before heading out the door. The evening had given a break from the heat of the sun.

"Aww, doll. Ya beat me to it!" Bucky said with a little smirk.

"Trust me. If you knocked on the door, Nora would have went crazy!" You stated.

"Wait. Who's Nora?" Bucky asked with a quizzical look.

"Oh! She's my dog. The one you definitely heard barking. She loves people." You said with a giggle.

"Maybe another time then." Bucky asked with a shy smile. "But for now, it's time to continue our tour.

Bucky being ever the gentleman. He led you to the passenger side of his black jeep, opening the door for you.

After getting situated in the jeep, you were off into the main part of town.

Along the way you pointed out the town museum, the only hotel (which was more of a crappy motel than anything), and then the ice cream shop.

"Wanna grab a cone for the road, doll?"

Giving a quick 'sure', Bucky pulled into the lot and hopped out, of course you got out before he could open the door for you.

"Gotta be quicker than that, Barnes." You said with a grin. 

Bucky gave a little huff, but the two of you continued into the shop.

When you got inside the first thing you set eyes on was the worst thing you could see right now.

The person that made your life a living hell since fourth grade.

Faith Sacrey 

Faith Sacrey was in your class since the second grade, when you moved to this god awful town. You were actually friends up until the fourth grade but after that, you have no idea what happened. She just suddenly wanted to make your life a living hell. 

She could do anything and get whatever she wanted. Whether it was school related or at home with her oblivious mother. She could get any guy she wanted.  She could even convince teacher's to change her grades.

Of course, she was with a group of her snobby friends. 

Oh no.

The only thing that they did was stare and whisper amongst themselves. Which, in your mind, was just as bad as Faith coming up and slapping you in the face. 

"You okay, doll?"

Bucky glanced to where you were looking. He quickly caught on. Slipping his arm around your waist, giving a little squeeze.

"What kind of ice cream are we feeling tonight, babe?" Bucky asked with a shit eating grin.

Looking to Bucky, then back to Faith. She looked royally pissed. 

You felt a jolt in your stomach. 

Y/N Y/L/N made Faith Sacrey jealous.

She no doubt started planning on what to say to Bucky the second he walked in the door. She was always the one to get any new guy. But then seeing his arm around your waist. Well, that fucked up her plans, didn't it? 

Quickly looking back to Bucky, you slipped your arm around him. 

"Mhmm. How about salted caramel?" 

"Ah yeees!" Bucky exaggerated.

Bucky ordered and paid for your ice cream. All while keeping his arm around you.

Honestly, you felt safe with his arm around you. Before you felt uneasy, especially with all eyes on you. The quiet girl walking in with a mysterious, handsome new guy, turned heads. 

After receiving your ice cream, the two of you made your way out of the shop back to his jeep. 

Bucky made the point to walk a little faster than you to get to the passenger door first. Opening it with a smile.

You let out a little giggle. 

God. What was this boy doing to you?

Once Bucky started off again. It was dead silent. Just the sound of the radio quietly playing in the background.

Then, simultaneously both of you broke out into hysterical laughter.

"DID YOU SEE THE LOOK ON HER FACE?!" You asked between fits of laughter.

"That was honestly the best thing I've seen all day!" 

Once the two of you calmed down, Bucky finally asked:

"Wanna talk about the obvious tension between you and that girl?"

He should know, seeing he just saved your ass from having a mini panic attack.

You could stand her.

"Well, long story short, she has hated me since the fourth grade. I have no idea what I ever did to her but she insists on making my life hell. She gets whatever she wants. No matter who it hurts." You say looking out the window.

After a moment of silence he said "I hope I didn't over step back there, doll. I kinda figured that she had an issue with you. Which I have no idea why? You are amazing!" 

You let out a soft laugh.

"You didn't over step at all! I've never seen her look like that before."

Bucky quickly changed the topic of conversation. He started talking about his life. About how he had a little sister, Rebecca. And his best friend, Steve, who lives in Brooklyn. They've been best friends since they were little kids. He says that he would always have to get Steve out of fights that he obviously couldn't win. But he always had a good motive.

"I bet you miss him" you say with a sad smile.

"Yeah. He's a punk but he's my best friend. He tells me he's gonna try to pick up a few more shifts at the bakery he works at to come visit over Winter break." 

"That sounds nice. I can't imagine leaving my best friend. She means the world to me. She is honestly the only way I can stand school." You mention.

"So what about you? What's your family like?"

"Ohh… ya know. A bit complicated. A bit messy. My brother and I don't really click anymore." You state with a sad smile.

Your brother used to be your best friend. But then he got into drugs and everything went downhill from there. He had his good moments. But that's all it was. Brief moments.

"But what family doesn't have it's complications, right?" Bucky says looking to you.

"Yeah."

Bucky could tell you didn't want to talk about it so he just kept driving.

You were grateful for this. 

The last thing you wanted to get into detail about was your brother.

You were farther into town now. Just about to get to the second park with the amazing walking trail. 

It was a walking trail was made in memoriam of a soldier that lived here but sadly died in action. 

The trail was beautiful. Crushed stone trail with lovely birch trees on one side and the coast on the other. It was just about sunset, so if you go now you could see the sunset on the water.

"Ah! Here is the walking trail. If you just turn down here we can get to the start. We can probably catch the sunset on the water." You said enthusiastically.

"Well, doll. We better hurry then!"

You quickly got out of his jeep with Bucky trailing behind you. It was about a 15 minute walk before you got to the lovely, hand crafted gazebo. 

Just as the two of you were getting there the sunset was gorgeous. 

The sky was stained with different shades of pink, orange and yellow. The sunset here was always your favorite part of your day. It always perfectly finished the day.

"It's beautiful!" You sighed, a content smile on your face.

But Bucky wasn't looking at the sunset. He was looking at you. He only just met you but he couldn't help feeling that this could turn into something more. He genuinely thought that you were the most beautiful girl he's ever met. 

The way you blush when he gives you a compliment. The way you tuck your hair behind your ear, but the stubborn piece just falls right back.

"Yeah… she is." Bucky whispered.

You didn't hear him.

The two of you watched the sun set. Then on the drive home Bucky was cracking jokes and telling stories of him and Steve growing up. By the end of it, your stomach was aching from laughing so much. You couldn't remember the last time someone made you laugh like this.

When he finally pulled up to your house. You couldn't help but feel a little pang in your heart. You didn't want the night to end. 

"This is me." 

Bucky gave a soft 'yeah'. 

"Oh. Before I forget, doll. Could I get your number?" He asked with a grin.

Omg… yes!

"Um… yeah sure!" You played it off cool.

He quickly passed you his phone, and you entered in your name and number.

You opened the door getting ready to leave with a shy 'goodbye'.

"Y/N?"

You stopped before shutting the door.

 "Um… I… thanks for being my guide. I had a great time." Bucky said with a shy smile.

"Me too." You said with a smile.

You made it up the steps and inside. Quickly shutting the door with your back against it with butterflies in your tummy. Nora came to greet you of course.

"What is this boy doing to me, Nora?"

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You grabbed a quick shower and cuddled up in bed to read for a while. The sound of your phone buzzing grabbed your attention. Reaching over to grab it, you seen you had a text from a random number.

Unknown Number: Goodnight, doll. -Bucky ;)

You: Night, Bucky.

[dw-writes]

Dean is such a babe, I actually had a crush on him when I was younger :') imagine being in a relationship with him when he was a teenager and he moved every few weeks to hunt monsters and you had to see him leave while he promised you that he'll come back for you one day and??? The years have passed but you haven't forgotten and one day he reappears when weird things have been happening in town and???? Can you imagine the feels?? I'm super weak for this headcanon lmao

I started to really roll with this one!! This was, honestly, a lot of fun to write!! But, if you ask my DND group, I started to stress in our group chat because I got stuck. So. I hope it turns out okay, nonnie!! It turned out a LOT longer than I thought it would, too!! I really like it, honestly, and if you want a continuation or any other Dean request, let me know!! ^-^

“Welcome to the Layline, sir,would you like a booth, table, or a seat at the bar?” The words were automaticnow, a knee jerk reaction to the sound of the bell that dinged over the door.This man smiled at you, tight and thin, and nodded his head as you grabbed amenu.

“Booth, please,” he said. Heinclined his head again as he asked, “In the corner?”

You smiled and your cheekshurt. “Of course.”

“Oh, uh, and another menu. Mybrother’s coming.”

You rolled your lips togetherand snatched another one up. “Just follow me, okay?” You turned without makingsure he was following and briskly headed down the aisle, stopping at the cornerbooth just like he asked. He slid his bag into the booth first, then himself,facing the door. You set both menus down in front of him as you gave him yourname. “I’ll be by in just a bit to get your drinks, okay?”

“Actually, could I get awater?” he asked. You nodded, clicking your pen and pulling out a smallnotebook. “And a beer, whatever you have a tap, for my brother.”

“No offense, hun, but I’mgonna have to wait until your brother gets here to get that beer,” you said.You poked over your shoulder with your pen. “Bar policy: I need to card toeveryone.”

His smile stretched andactually looked genuine. “I get it,” he said. He pulled a laptop from the bagnext to him. “I’ll let him known when he gets here.” You tapped your pen on thenotebook, staring at his profile as he booted up the laptop. His eyes flickedto you nervously. “Something wrong?” he finally asked.

“Oh, gosh, I’m sorry,” yougasped, “You just…look reallyfamiliar.”

He had the grace to laugh. “Iget that a lot,” he said. He leaned back and tapped his palm against the table.“But, uh…we used to live here. My brother, my dad, me. It’s been a while, but…”

“Well ain’t that sweet!” youexclaimed. You leaned over his table just enough to peek through the blindsnext to him, pointing at a tall building a few blocks away and across thestreet. “I used to go there – it’s called P.S. 386 now, since they can’t decideon a name for it anymore – it’s the whole reason we have such a strict cardingpolicy.” You smiled as sweetly as you could. “Used to be Heart of the UnionHigh School.” You rolled your eyes. “Stupid name, I know, but this is an oldlittle town and the people used to call this place the Heart of the Union.”

“No kiddin, huh?” he politelyresponded. “We uh, we actually used to go there.” His smile became bashful.“About…ten? Years ago? Twelve, maybe?”

“No joke?” Your voice caughton your Midwestern twang. “What was your name, again?” you asked.

His mouth split in that sweetand bashful smile, his hand fluttering up to push through his hair. Before hecould answer, the bell above the door dinged as it opened. “Sammy!” came adeeper voice, “There you are.”

“Sammy!” The voice was higher, softer, closerto your ear as you tried not to snort and give yourself away. “What do youwant, I’m busy!” His voice was just loud enough to be heard through the door hespoke through.

“You’re in a broom closet,” came the responsefrom the other side.

“He has a point,” you whispered. Dean’s faceturned to yours, close enough for his nose to smack yours, for you to see theway his green eyes squinted as he grinned.

“Oh he does, huh?” he teased. Your fingerscurled around the collar of his jacket and you smiled. Your reply was nevercame as he pressed his mouth to yours.

You knocked your knucklesagainst the table and gave Sam a million watt smile. “Tell you what, Sam Sam, y’allorder whatever you like. It’s on the house.”

The kindness in his face fellas he stared at you, sitting up quickly, repeating your name as the familiarityof it all finally hit him. You bowed your head and turned away. You could feelSam’s eyes on your back as you absconded to the kitchen. Dean’s, too. Anotherwaitress frowned as you fumbled your apron off and set it on the counter.

“Are you alright?” she asked.

“Um…” You leaned back againstthe counter, staring at her. “Could you take that table? And just…text me whenthey leave? I’ll cover their bill, don’t worry about that.”

“Why, what’s the big deal?”she asked, frowning. She moved to peer around the kitchen door.

You grabbed her shoulder.“Please? The….the older one’s my ex…”

“Your ex?” Her voice was flatas her eyes searched your face. Suddenly, she straightened, eyes wide. “Thatex?” she asked. When you nodded, she whirled around to the door. “I should gopunch his lights out!”

“It’s been a long time, Idoubt he remembers me,” you protested.

“He left? For years, okay?After he said “don’t worry, I’ll be back in a few weeks” blah blah blah.” Shecrossed her arms as she turned back to you. She knew the story. She’d heard itmore than a few times during your drunken rants, held you as you lamented abouthow you had really felt about him. She told you it wasn’t fair, that youdeserved better. You agreed, said you’d move on.

But you just…couldn’t.

Now, here he was. DeanWinchester.

Your friend grabbed yourshoulders, setting them straight, running her hand over your spine to make sureyou were standing properly. She tied the apron around your waist and licked herthumb to rub away a pen mark on your cheek. “Look, you’re gonna go out there,show him that you don’t give a shit that he’s here, and make him regret evergetting in that car.” She tilted her head. “I’ll spit in his food.”

“No!” you protested.

“Then you have to work thetable,” she replied with a shrug.

You groaned and slowly madeyour way out, glancing back at her. She just grinned. When your eyes landed onthe table, Dean was watching you. He was starting to smile.

“Only one person has evercalled Sammy ‘Sam Sam’,” he pointed out.

“Hi, Dean,” you mumbled. Youtapped your pen against the table, making it click with each push. “Um,” youpaused, watched as he twisted the ring on his right hand, “What can I get youguys?”

They ordered.

You wrote.

You passed it along to thekitchen and only saw them when you brought their food out to the table.Otherwise, you stayed in the kitchen, staring at the floor, wondering when yourstomach was going to stop twisting into knots.

Your friend stormed past you,carrying a tray at her side. You turned and watch over your shoulder as sheapproached their table. “So, why’d you come back, hm?” she asked. Sam lookedpast her, locking eyes with you, asking please please come get her, please? Dean sat back in his seat, staring upat her, swallowing whatever he had been eating. “What’s the point, huh?”

“We’re here to work, miss,” Deanstated. He reached into his jacket, pulling out a black billfold that he openedto your coworker. Inside was a badge. An FBI badge. You straightened, grippingthe door frame with both hands. Your friend handed the badge back to him. “Notto cause trouble. We’re looking into those deaths that have been happening atthe high school.”

“Oh,” was all she managed tosay. She adjusted her grip on her tray, moving her hands from a position to strikehim with the plastic disc, to holding the top of it as she balanced it againsther foot. “We don’t really know much. Most of the kids from the school come infor dinner or lunch, so…its hard to keep faces straight.”

“That’s no problem, we kindathought that’d be the case,” he replied.

Your friend tapped her foot. “Well…Imean, you know the food is paid for. So. I wouldn’t linger for too long.” Shewhirled around on her heel and marched back to the kitchen, mouthing ‘FBI asshe passed you. You shook your head and followed her. “I didn’t know you werefriends with the FBI,” she said.

“One, we’re not friends,” yousaid. You crossed your arms and stared out of the kitchen door, watching as theboys finished their food and packed up what they had. “And two, there’s no waythey’re FBI. Sam, maybe. But not Dean.”

“Why’s that?” she asked. Youuntied your apron, checking the clock. You quietly told her you were going onyour break. “Hey! Where are you goin?!” she called after you, “Don’t doanything I wouldn’t do!” She hesitated. “I’ll call the cops if you’re not backin thirty five minutes!”

You grabbed your coat thathung near the front door and hurried outside after both Sam and Dean. Samlooked up, stopping in front of the immaculately clean car. “Is everythingokay?” he asked hesitantly. You stormed past him and grabbed Dean’s elbow,dragging him away from the car. “Or not?” Sam’s voice trailed after you.

“Hey, could you let go?!”Dean protested, following you awkwardly as you gripped his arm. “I would havefollowed you if you asked!”

You spun around to face him.Your breath puffed in the late fall air. “Okay, what are you really doing here?”you asked, “Because I’m not buying this FBI crap. Especially not from you.”

“Why not from me? I couldhave matured in ten years, you don’t know,” Dean snapped. He crossed his arms,arching his eyebrows and jutting his chin out at you, as though it proved hispoint.

You fisted your hands on yourhips, staring at him. “That, for one,” you said, motioning to him. Dean scoffedas though you had insulted his first born. “And two, you never got along withauthority. Ever. Not even teachers.”

“So?” he scoffed.

“So cut the crap, DeanWinchester, and own up to the fact that you fucked up. That’s it, that’s all Iwant. I just want you to own up to the fact that you lied to me!” youexclaimed.

As you spoke, Dean started tostutter, his hands moving this way and that as he tried to form a sentence overyour words. “Hold on just a minute,” he finally managed to get through, “Ithought we’d be back after a week. It was my dad that decided against that.”

“And you, what, forgot phonesexisted?” you asked, “Or even a good old fashioned letter?” He fell silent,face contorting as he tried to think of something else to say. “You know, oneof the few things I remember about then was that my parents didn’t want mehanging around you two,” you commented, almost like an afterthought. You crossedyour arms, leaning into Dean’s space, hoping that he could feel the anger rolloff you. “Your dad freaked everyone out when he asked questions. And peoplesaid that the motel room you guys stayed in for months was like some freaky survivalistsbunker on the go!”

“Well, it kind of was, in away!” Dean exclaimed.

“And now you’re back, doingthe exact same thing?” His face fell as your words hit him. You shifted yourweight and stepped toward him, hunching your shoulders around your ears in anattempt to make yourself smaller. “Dean you don’t,” you licked your lips, “You don’tjust throw out that you might love someone and then disappear for years. Years.”The words physically hurt, like an old hole being punched through your chest asecond time.

He was silent for a longtime. His eyes darted over your face, watching you watch the trees across thestreet. “I didn’t know we weren’t gonna come back,” he repeated. Your shouldersdropped. You met his gaze. “Dad didn’t think it was important for us to comeback.”

“And you didn’t say anything,”you added.

Dean’s hands made a loud clapsound as they fell against his thighs. “What was I gonna say to him, huh? Beghim to bring me back? Because of a high school crush?” The words stung. Yourolled your eyes and turned away, starting back for your car. “Wait, wait,wait, that came out wrong,” Dean insisted. He followed you, boots crunching thefrozen grass. You kept walking. His hand wrapped around your elbow. “Let mestart over.”

“Why?” you asked as youwhirled around, yanking your arm free. “It’s been a long time, Dean.” You feltthe cold prick at your eyes as they started to water. “I’m a different person.A better person. Give me a good reason why I should let you start over.”

His mouth opened and closedfor a long moment. “I just meant my excuse,” he stuttered out. When youscoffed, he stepped forward, hands raised to frame your shoulders. “But, if Ican, I would take that second chance. You’re a different person. So am I. Imean, I haven’t made out with someone in a broom closet in a long, long time.”

“Are you just gonna keepmaking jokes?” you asked.

He finally gripped yourshoulders gently, pressing his fingers into the puffed fabric of your jacket. “No,I promise,” he said. “I can prove that I’m a better person.” You arched youreyebrow. “We…” He trailed off, looking down at his boots, “We can’t stay toolong, okay? But I will stay in touch. Every day. I promise.”

You pulled away from him. “I’llbelieve it when I see it, Dean,” you said. Your voice was fragile as you turnedaway.

The Winchesters left town twodays later. You knew it would happen, but you still couldn’t help the hollowfeeling that sat heavy in your stomach. You waited tables, took orders, and satparties for hours on autopilot. When closing time came and went and you startedon your trek home, you checked your phone. You had a couple of messages and onemissed call. The messages each had a picture attached. You flipped through eachof them:

One, a coffee cup in front ofa grey morning sky. A hand held the top of it so that the name Sam Sam could beread across the white cardboard. The message attached said, “Got him.”

Two, a picture of Sam passedout in the passenger’s seat of the Impala. They were stopped, since a coffeestained spoon was balanced on the tip of Sam’s nose. No message came with that.

The last was from the balconyof a cheap motel. It was a large, four story square surrounding a pool that wasclosed for the season. “Made it,” were the only two words. As you backed out ofthe messages, you saw the icon for a voicemail at the top of your phone. Onceyou were in your car – doors locked – you played the message.

“Probably busy,” said Dean’s scratchyand exhausted voice, “But I wanted to let you know that we got here. Told you I’dkeep in touch and I certainly plan to do that, even if it means phone tag. Didit for years with my dad, I can certainly do it with you.” He cleared histhroat. “I’ll give you a ring in the morning. G’night.”

You shouldn’t have – really youshouldn’t have – but your lips tugged up in a smile and your fingers flewacross the keyboard.

“Good night.”

It chimed in less than aminute.

“Good night.”

[myvelouri]

So I’m at work, I’m a cashier. This girl comes in. It took me a few seconds to recognize it was this girl Ashley from my college. She actually went to high school with my sister and is actually my sister’s ex’s fwb or something.

Anyway her face was plastered all over our college, she was basically the mascot, I mean it go annoyed seeing her video constantly played on every tv at campus. I had one class with her too, she sat next to me but with one empty seat away. I knew of her because of my sister. My sister’s best friend deleted Ashley off Facebook cause she was apparently super superficial. I always saw her on campus and we always gave each other eye contact. I remember her face. She was cuter before but she still looks good.

She is extra fucking nice now, like idk what happened. So, somehow I ended up being the one to check her out. She bought a bunch of big candle holders and pottery type things. I asked her “didn’t you go to so and so college?” And she said “no…” And in my head I’m like, this girl, why she lying, did she not hear me? It threw off my entire momentum. And so I helped her wrap up her pottery and she did it too, we did it together and it was actually kind of funny, she was so nice. I was like damn. I kinda like her… But I’m thrown off about her lying about not going to the college I asked her about, that’s so weird man. What?

Anyway, she left. I was on the floor and not on the register anymore. From afar I saw her come in. I said oh shit what did I do to myself. I saw her talk to the security person. Then a bit later she came up to me all sweet and said "hey! I got home and this piece was missing the top, do you think it fell by the register" and I was bombarded with customers giving me all their clothes just at the same time, like holy fuck, never a chance for me to ever talk to someone I like, right? And I said "sure what's up" to her, I talked. She was sweet. I am sleepy at the moment. Um, I am still baffled at why she lied about not going to the college I know we went to. She was joking and being sweet.

I asked the security gal if she came in mad, and she said "no, actually she was really sweet and said that the guy who checked her out (me) was extremely kind and nice and oh it's not his fault, but the top for her piece isn't there"

I'm like lol damn. I thought she was angry at me. But I had the security cameras gal check it, and sure enough, when I handed her the items, the top was on it. So Ashley prob lost it in the car. I feel bad tho cause she was actually extremely kind and thoughtful, I liked that a lot. People are usually so selfish and mean. I was hoping she'd find it later on. She didn't come back so I think she found it.

Another lady was beautiful, older woman, walking with painting stuffed in her arms. I walked past her. Then walked right back to her. I'm like "do you want a cart for that???" Lmao, and I was off the clock. And she was so happy and said "omg, you know I really WOULD" and I found empty card immediately, gave it to her. And she was totally enamored with me. She was saying "omg that was so sweet of you. And you know, I asked another employee and they said I could have a cart." I was confused by that, poor lady. I mean, yeah, I know it's stupid but she caught my eye initially because I thought she was really attractive. But after she was so happy and said I was so sweet, I couldn't ruin it by being like "oh but really I was a hidden agenda and want to ask for your number, derp" lol. I let it go. I mean, it was a good moment, and I DID do that kind thing for her because I was so confused and upset by why she was carrying and struggling so many things when she could easily have a shopping cart for it. But yeah. I mean. I may have fucked up, if I had asked for her number I probably would have gotten it. I'm dumb and too nice. So stupid of me. Meanwhile my other co-worker has a GF and he talks about wanting to cheat on her just cause he's horny and bored. And my cousin does that too. All the guys I know cheat, and I could never ever do such a thing. I'm not better than them or anything. I just think I'd feel so guilty and I'd never do that to another person, like, what the fuck.

Yeah my manager yelled at me for "distracting" employees when I was talking to them, like wtf bitch, managers talk to other employees for fucking minutes straight, not doing anything. How rude of you to treat me like shit. She was on my ass. I moved from one coworker to another and she came back and yelled at me. Even my coworker was like why are you yelling at him?

I don't deserve that. I do all my work, I'm good, how rude. I'm so pissed off. I do nothing but treat people well but can't ever be treated well back.

My cousin, he cheated on his girl with his ex. He fucked his ex. And then told her he wanted to marry his gf. Omg dude, he's so dumb, he's basically showing her what he would have done to her had she stayed with him. Yeah she hates him and blocked him. He said he didn't even think of it that way. Dude I think like that by default. Anyways this is about his exs, not his current GF, this story is old but me and him were just talking about both his exs. Yeah. I don't understand.