#door lock b4 he did but he had already opened n closed the door once by then so like horror movie id b dead or the fact i went out n talked

[blood-sta1ned-blonde]

while he did ruin me feeling safe in my house again n also consider r*ping me and him doing all the messagin thru anons on tumblr made it so i now know someone else still follows me n finds me each new account n horrible gross hate that but when i went out to talk he kept telling me i was so small compared to last time he saw me n like ngl i do like that but its also been since like 2017 n a 20/30lb dif

[1tad0ri]

OKAY hey girl lemme j say how invested in this blog i am going to be . okay . so uh yuuji being the horny shit he is and texting you late at night to come to his room n you barely get through the door b4 he’s grabbing at you n telling you how much he missed your body n how he was *thinking* of you before n j URGH lemme get dat pls 🤲🤲

warning: body worship, eating out

itadori yuuji x fem!reader

AHDHSJJS FIRST OF ALL THANK YOUUU that’s so sweet!!! <3 second of all, girl i gotchu

“for fuck’s sake.” the shuffle of your sneakers along the corridor was almost too loud in the otherwise quiet space, phone screen lit up and reflecting back at you as you scrolled through the text messages that had gotten you into this situation in the first place.

one peaceful night was what you wanted. one goddamn full night’s rest. oh... but it was so hard to ignore him, no matter what time he texted you.

the amount of times you wanted to pretend to be asleep was outshone by the fact that you always wanted to talk to yuuji. eccentric and playful, he hit all the points on your ‘boyfriend checklist.’

arriving in front of his door, you sighed, clicking your phone screen off and stuffing the device into your back pocket—you hoped that he hadn’t asked you to come over to play uno at 2 a.m. again. the “can you please come over?” text had been fairly ominous, but truthfully you wouldn’t mind just cuddling up to him and falling asleep if he wanted.

you twisted the doorknob—he always left his room unlocked like a dummy (a cute dummy) and by this point you knew to spare yourself the knocking, knowing a reply of “it’s open!” would just reach you from inside.

the door creaked open under a single push and you stepped inside the familiar room, the movement already rehearsed in your mind during the walk from your dorm over to his.

“yuuji, what do you-”

heavy lips against the corner of your mouth interrupted you when someone pulled you into their chest—they’d missed your own lips in their haste but your mouth fell open in shock all the same, you squeaking as you stumbled into their arms, trying to find something to grab ahold of. your hands found warm shoulders to dig into as your regained your balance and you barely registered the click of the door shut behind you.

steady now, you untangled yourself from the person, pulling back to find yuuji staring back at you—of course it was him, this was his room after all.

he was already diving back into your lips before you could speak, and you know what? you let him. his mouth was hot when it pressed to yours and when his hand on your back pushed your waist closer to him and you felt the nudge of something hard against your leg, you decided he could do whatever he wanted to you at that point.

your arms travelled up from his shoulders to loop around his neck properly and he held you against him, so sweet and boyish when his tongue hungrily nudged between your lips, asking for entrance.

yuuji tilted his head back from yours enough to speak once he’d had his fill of shoving his tongue down your throat, hands wandering down to rub at you through your shorts. “do you know how long i’ve been thinking about this?” his voice was husky, eyes glazed over—he was lost to his desires already.

his fingers cupped your mound, shoving the pads of them against your cunt through the fabric, making you whine. “fuck, you’re so perfect.” a quick kiss to your lips. “always so much better than what i imagine.” another kiss, but this time, when he tried to pull away, you tugged him back.

you ground down on his fingers, nipping at his lips, legs shaking. “yuuji, h-harder.” he did as he was told, pressing along your underside blindly until he found your clit, knowing it was the right spot when you let out a surprised, “oh—”

then his hands were back on your sides (despite how much he loved the feeling of you melting against his chest from barely anything at all, the heat radiating from your pussy evident even without him directly touching it) and when he whispered, “jump,” into your ear, you did as you were told, his arms catching you easily and hoisting you up so you could wrap your legs around his waist, grinding your cores together. once again, you were thanking the universe for blessing you with such a strong boyfriend.

yuuji was pushing his face into your neck, breathing you in, babbling, tasting the skin—everything. “i’ve missed you. missed you so, so much.” his lips tickled, leaving behind a trail of fire and goosebumps in their wake, and you were holding onto him for dear life—it was as though sometimes he didn’t realize what he did to you (actually, you were sure that was the case now that you thought about it). he was always so needy, just a few hours apart seeming to drive him wild. it was flattering and you also maybe found it a little more hot than you probably should.

“couldn’t cum without you. mmm... needed your pretty pussy.” fuck. he just kept talking and talking, and the thought of him laying on his bed, frustrated, cock gripped in his palm as he fantasized about you only a few doors down was filling your mind, your wild imagination going straight to the building heat in your body.

from this angle, your head was just a little above his and you pushed lightly on the back of his neck to bury his face further into you, breath hitching when he bit at your collarbone. “don’t worry, i’m here now, baby. you can do whatever you want,” you cooed, finding it hard to keep your voice steady.

his movements paused for a moment, only his warm breath continuing to fan against you, and then he looked up, eyes wide. “really?”

leaning down to peck his nose, you swallowed thickly at the look in his eyes, nodding. “really.”

your head spun when he immediately turned on his heels away from the door and instead walked further into the room, dropping you onto the bed not far away. you bounced when you landed on the soft surface and tried to sit up, but yuuji was already crawling between your legs, hands planted on the covers as he leaned up to kiss you, gently pushing you to lay down. you allowed yourself to fall completely back, heart beating as you stared at the ceiling. yeah, you had ended up on his bed like you thought you were going to but... it seemed like your plans of cuddling had gone completely out the window.

a tug at your shorts had you glancing downwards, seeing that he had wasted no time settling in front of you, nipping at your thighs and tugging at your bottoms. yuuji met your burning gaze when he felt it on him, his lips attached to your upper thigh—it was a pretty sight, the blooming reds resulting from none other than your own handiwork on his mouth. his eyes were wide and lustful—cute yet making your stomach do flips as only he could.

“let me taste you, please.” hoarse voice begging, he was already running a finger close to your still-covered crotch, blinking up at you and waiting for permission. he was desperate, eyes flicking down momentarily to work your shorts down just over your hip bones as he placed a lopsided kiss to your clit through them. his eyes were back on yours. “can i? you want to cum on my tongue, don’t you? you’re going to let me tongue fuck you, yeah?”

fuck, fuck, fuck. “oh my god,” you whispered, taking in his wide blown pupils. you frantically nodded at his words, if only to shut him up before you came from that.

yuuji grinned and you were absolutely done with him because it was the same cheesy smile he always gave you and, quite frankly, it wasn’t fair if he was doing it while slick dripped out of you and onto his fingers holding your underwear to the side. you wanted to hate him for driving you wild by just being him, but it turns out you were incapable of that as well.

he buried his face in your clothed cunt, pressing light kisses to it and murmuring praise about how you were so perfect, fingers working to blindly pull your bottoms down. you helped him by shimming out of them and kicking them off to the side (shoes tumbling off when you pressed them off at the heel—you’d also pulled your phone out of your pocket and chucked it somewhere further up the bed for safe keeping in a single moment of clarity), spreading your legs for him to lean down between again, knees bent and feet planted firmly on the bed.

he took a moment to admire your pussy, the dripping lips fully on display before him, and for once he was quiet, nearly drooling.

“yuu-”

his tongue was on the folds and licking a stripe up, your thighs closing in to squeeze his head closer in surprise and you pulling on his hair, your grip so strong you were almost afraid of some of the strands coming loose (or you would be if you could think straight that is).

his hands locked around your thighs and he slid you closer to him, licking and sucking as though he were starved. you yelped and clung to the bed sheets as he dragged you closer, completely caught off guard by everything and legs burning as they bounced from the onslaught at your core. “yuuji-”

“such a good girl, opening yourself up to me.” he kissed your clit, lips so soft, and humming praise. “love it when you spread open for me. fuck, love it so much, always thinking about it.”

when yuuji’s tongue poked at your heat and then wiggled its way past the entrance, slipping in with little resistance from your wet hole, curses and whines fell from your lips. he worked the muscle in and out of you, curling it perfectly against your walls to hit the weak spots inside of you before he removed it to speak again, caught up in his own thoughts, saying anything that came to mind. his lack of filter had you pressing your fingers into the back of his head with a death grip, mind reeling.

“you’re perfect, so perfect. i love this pretty pussy.” yuuji flattened his tongue against your slit, words vibrating into you. “gonna make you cum from just my tongue. going to make this pretty pussy cum from just my tongue.” and that he did. if there was anything yuuji was, it was someone who could deliver on his promises. “it’s what my pretty baby deserves.”

you don’t know how long it took him, whether it be a few short minutes or long hours that had flashed by (you had your bet on the former considering you were already ready to cum for him as soon as he’d set to work kissing and grinding against you as soon as you’d walked in the door, although you truthfully wouldn’t be surprised at either option), but yuuji hadn’t let up once on you until you were coming undone all over his tongue, too fucked out of your mind to try to last any longer. his tongue just kept going, sliding along your folds to take up everything, relishing the taste of your jucies.

your legs were jumping at the feeling, chest heaving, and you tugged at his hair to pull him up—it was so good, yet almost too much—

when he finally emerged, lower half of his face covered in slick, he was on you again, pinning you to the mattress and kissing you—he’d quickly swiped the back of his hand across his face so it wasn’t too wet, but you could still taste yourself on his tongue, mumbling around him at the taste.

“yuuji—”

even though he had finally left your cunt alone, you still felt overwhelmed as his hands drew shapes over your skin, tracing up your sides and running over your curves. “perfect—fuck—you’re so perfect. your body is perfect, perfect, perfect. want you so baddd.”

you whimpered into his mouth, unable to reply in any other way. yuuji was nuzzling his face against yours, lips landing everywhere and no where at once. “you tasted so good,” he practically moaned at the memory. he licked his lips to taste you all over again and you could feel the wetness against the side of your mouth when he did so, your faces pressed so close together you could feel every little pull of his facial muscles.

“yuuji— ugh, fuck.” you shoved your hand in front of his mouth to stop him for a moment, his latest kiss landing on your palm and still somehow making you shiver.

his eyes were wide as he blinked down at you, hands stilled on your stomach. “babe?” his voice was muffled around your hand. “did i... did i do something wrong?”

“wha- yuuji, what? baby, no, of course not.” he let you pull him to rest on your chest and you stroked his hair soothingly as he tried to peer up at you, straining his neck. “you did so well. made me cum so well.” you kissed his forehead and he squeezed one eye closed when you did so, melting at the feeling. “i just think it’s time to help you out a little, hm?”

you cut off the protest he was surely about to make about how getting you off was enough for him when your leg purposefully brushed against the front of him, his dick solid on you even under the layers. he groaned and buried his face further into your chest. the opening and closing of his lips in silent pants rubbed on your breasts still hidden under your t-shirt—you didn’t even think he was aware of it, but you sure were—and he nodded meekly in reply when you mumbled out a quiet, “okay, baby?” into his hair.

[ymirgf]

after the fight.

time skip armin arlert x fem bodied reader!!

WARNING: spoilers for aot season four ep 14

cw: nsfw, dom armin,creampie,top armin,unprotected sex,rough sex,established relationship,spanking,panty gag,degrading kink.

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it was mid day, you were waiting for your boyfriend armin, to come home. you were biting your nails, since it had been quite the time he’d be gone.

you just hoped he was safe. your thoughts were interrupted as your door swung open, startling you, as you flung your hands in the air in fear.

normally if armin did do that and scared you, he would say, “don’t worry it’s just me.” but this time he didn’t even say a word.

it took you a second to realize his scars, wounds and bloody nose but once you did, you gasped and open your mouth to speak.

he interrupts you with his own sentence. “it’s fine. just a stupid fight i’ll clean up but i have plans w you so don’t go anywhere.”

you sit there like a dear in headlights looking at him with a slow nod.

he walks into the bathroom, you could hear the sink running as he washes his face. you wonder..

who could’ve done this to him? you knew it wasn’t a good time to ask and that he’d tell you about it when he’s ready.

a few minutes later he came out the bathroom just a few little strips of bandaids but he looked alright.

he started walking towards you, staring you dead in the face. “ar-“ you begin but he doesn’t give you the time to finish.

“don’t speak.” he picked you up and led you to the bedroom, locks the door and almost tosses you on the bed.

“armin? what’s gotten into you? you’re always so gentle..” you say that, ignoring the fact your arousal was already staining your panties.

“do you ever listen y/n? i told you to shut up.” he scoffs, he comes towards you and begins to lift up your shirt, tossing it to the floor immediately.

before you could even speak, he latched his lips on to your neck, leaving purple hickies everywhere. you gasp as he makes his way down to the valley of your breasts.

he reached his left hand to unclasp your bra, setting your boobs free as the cold air hardens your nipples.

he quickly latches his mouth onto one of your breast, sucking violently and twisting the other nipple with his hand. you bit your lip,

he told you to shut up right? so you’re gonna try your best for him.

you whimper the pain from biting your lip and his mouth on your boobs were already getting to overwhelming for you.

he got off your nipple with a pop, not giving your other breast the same attention. he reached your shorts and pulled them down rather fast.

“hey, go on all fours and stick your ass out for me okay?” he ordered, you knew not to speak so you just obeyed him and did what he said.

you could feel his eyes on you like he was already devouring you with his eyes.

he let out a low chuckle as he already seen your arousal dripping out of your lace f/c panties. he pulled your panties down, you lifted your feet so he could pull them off you. he pressed a finger to your core.

“already this wet?” he said rubbing your clit harshly. “what a slut, and just for me?” you whimpered as he rubbed harsher and harsher until he let go and had your walls clenching around nothing.

he took his clothes off,leaving him in nothing then his boxers, he took his cock out as it flung to his stomach.

he rubbed his tip a bit, pumping his cock just seeing if it was ready, and without warning he slammed himself into you.

“ah!! oh my fucking god what the fuck!” you moaned as he was relentlessly pounding himself into you, not even waiting for you to get used to him stretching you out.

you guys have had sex before but he always took his time, letting you get used to it, making sure you were prepped blah blah.. he slid in so fucking easy because of how messy your cunt already was.

you moaned back to back not being able to keep them in from how rough he was fucking you. he spanked your ass making you clench around him. “do you not fucking listen y/n i said don’t speak. since you wanna keep moaning like a little bitch take this.” he stuffed your panties into your mouth.

“maybe now you’ll shut up.” he changed to an unholy place as his head reached your cervix multiple times making you cry out, getting your saliva all over the panties.

you both knew you both weren’t gonna last long at this pace. you were gonna cum first, you could feel the knot in your stomach and how your slick was gushing all over his cock.

armin groaned several times now, each one getting louder showing he’s close to his orgasm, but he was in charge here he was gonna make sure you came first.

he placed other hand on your hip now using both hands to hold you, he slid his right hand down your front and starts rubbing rapidly at your clit.

your scream was muffled by your panties. you felt the feeling that your orgasm was reaching and your legs shook vigorously.

armin sped up, and thats the final push you needed to cum all over his cock, feeling it fall down your legs as you cried out with your legs still shaking. armin was surprised you made such mess but he wasn’t going to stop yet, your clenches around his cock made him closer and closer to his orgasm.

he threw his head back, pounding into you nice and rough until you clenched once more making him fill you up with his cum.

“ah fuck.” he breathed out, pulling out watching the cum fall out of your cunt.

after it was all over he apologized over and over saying that he was angry w the fight and he just had to get it out. he checked to see if he hurt you and laughed at him making him tilt his head.

“hey what’s so funny y/n”

“it’s okay stop saying i liked seeing that side of you it felt good, you didn’t hurt me one bit.”

his eyes widened. “oh okay.. ill keep that in mind sorry again i’ll go clean you up now okay? we can take a nice bath alright?” he said back smiling with some worry hinted in his face.

you laughed at him once again as he lifted you up walking to the bathroom. “hey what’s so funny!”

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A/N: i hope that was okay i just made it in honor of the new ep b4 i never did anything like this so sorry if it’s bad!

[thoughtfullyyoungduck]

I know him

A/N: this was requested by anon, I hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think! 

summary: could you do a reddie x daughter where she sees apparitions of penny wise but keeps it to herself. but one day when she’s w all the losers they mention pennywise in a short joke and she says she knows who that is n they all freak out wondering how she knows and ask her questions to confirm and somehow she knows everything that happened

warnings: fear of being stuck in an elevator so I guess small spaces, pennywise, a brief mention of vomiting and curse words

The old elevator scared her for as long as she could remember, it’s old doors creaking and closing leisurely, and the inside of it coated in a filthy substance that your dad avoided at all costs and urged you to do the same.  Many horror story that roamed the building hallways originated from said moving lift, endless cases of people getting stuck in there and injuring themselves, some minor wounds, some majors.

In one particular case, a man from apartment block B4 broke his hand while trying to escape the grimy space, reaching for help outside of the lift only to have the doors ruthlessly crushing his bones, inducing agony so severely that he had to have his hand amputated.

Or another one during which a woman found herself trapped in it’s confinements while a thunderstorm was happening, and ended up electrocuting and dying before morning dawn.

It’s possible that Richie made those story’s up however, and Emma is the first one to admit that her pops does have a track record of pulling pranks on her, but there is a sliver of truth behind the stories.

Several people reported the elevator for malfunctioning, and the tenant always promised to fix the issue, but he never did, and so the thing continued to be a problem. Emma rarely used it, and if she happened to make use of it’s services, she made she was always accompanied by someone who could help in case of an emergency.

June twentieth though, she returned home from school, secretly excited about the prospect of being on her own for the evening, as Richie and Eddie were going out on a date to celebrate their anniversary, and she already imagined all the junk food she bought and would eat throughout the night, when she stumbled upon a problem.

The apartment Richie, Eddie and her lived on was located at the top floor, the furthest away from the prying eyes of the public, in lieu of their future home being renovated, which meant that taking the stairs was a painstaking chore that left her drained of all energy by the time she made it up.

Normally, she occupied the escalator anyway, but she slipped and twisted her ankle at school that morning, and despite it not hurting too bad, Emma figured that using the elevator was still the better call, so her ankle had time to rest.

She hesitated only briefly, before confidently walking in the lift, and pressing the bottom for the eight-floor. Emma tried to make light off the situation, using humor the way Richie had thought her, telling herself that she better take a large gulp of air, just in case the door refused to open again once they slid shut.

‘I got this I got this I got this’, she murmured to herself, psyching herself up before panic overtook her. Using the elevator was an irrational fear she had, and no amount of times riding helped any good in overcoming it. Realistically, the worst thing that could happen was that she locked in, waiting until a neighbor also needed to use the elevator and noticed that someone was in there, then effectively helping her out, but the thought of spending even five minutes with no way out gave her chills, so she suppressed that thought and waited patiently until the lift moved up.

Only it didn’t. The doors latched shut, but no movements upwards preceded. Clearing her throat, Emma hit the floor number again, rationalizing that she pressed the number too soft to be registered, but the eight lit up and yet again no movement took place.

Emma laughed antsy, breathing in and out deeply, still convincing herself that everything was fine, and a firmer hand was needed to get the lift moving, but when nothing happened, she hurriedly thumbed the open button.

With a screeching sound, the doors began to open, wide enough that tears welt up in Emma’s eyes from relief, but then the doors unfolded just enough to see through them into the open hall, not big enough for Emma’s form to fit through, and then shut again.

Terror infiltrated every pore of her being, rendering her a anxiety riddled mess, her breathing shaking too much to properly inhale. Black spots danced on the edge of her vision, becoming faint enough that Emma stumbled backwards and had to grip the railing bar tight in order not to fall.

The temperature read 35° degrees Celsius, the room hot enough that sweat drops formed on Emma’s forehead, and she lost her cool, her mind conjuring up the worst case scenarios.

She repeatedly pushed the open button, wheezing fresh air in the nik of time, while begging to whoever was listening to save her from this mess. Changing tactics, Emma attacked the alarm bell, but then over-analyzed that too. She had no clue whether or not she was supposed to hold it for a longer period of time, or release it and attempt multiple times.

A phone that connected to the main office was also present, and when Emma perceived that, she lunged for it and held it to her ear as close as possible.

‘Hello, please help me’, her voice cracked, ’I’m stuck.’ Nothing but static greeted her, no person on the other line to help her or comfort her, no help on the way.

The tears began bolstering down her cheeks then, a single one leading the way for many others once the dam was finally broken. In spite of not receiving an answer, Emma repeated the same word over and over again anyway, unable to think of any other way out.

She feared that if she kept opening the door, that that too would stop working, and then the heat building would suffocate her. Or the elevator may crash down, killing her instantly, or starvation and dehydration would take her out before anyone finds her and saves her. The fears may sound un-rational, but to Emma they were very real, and she worked herself up into a near panic attack.

‘Please, please, please, I want my parents’, she continues to sob, hoping against all hope that someone apprehends her message.

Her prayers seemed to have been answered when a white glove creeps through the elevator slot, the fingers wiggling back and forth.

‘Take my hand Emma, I’ll help you out.’

Inhibitions aside, Emma allowed said hand to wrap around her wrist, and urged her closer to the edge of the lift, another gloved hand pushing the lift apart and jerking her through. Ignoring the way the stranger somehow knew her name and the way she was lucky she wasn’t crushed by the doors, Emma heaves down on the ground, her painful ankle all forgotten.

The jitters in her body making her stand on shaky legs until she dropped down on her knees. Lunch had already processed most likely, as she couldn’t hurl up anything solid, but a bad taste lingered in her mouth lingers in her mouth regardless

When the last flow leaves her, Emma sits back, still on the ground, her hands buried in her hair to ground herself.

‘You’re out, you’re okay, you’re fine,’ she reassures herself, refraining from rocking back and forth.

For the first time, Emma glanced upwards to look at the person who saved her. The man, if she could call it that, wore a clown suit, completed with a face caked full of make-up. She inched away from him when their eyes connected, certain that the eyes that stared back were yellow, but upon second glance, she notices they were blue, just like her pops.

‘hmm, are you alright there? You look a bit shaken up’, the man grinned with his teeth visible, yellow and sharp on top while his tongue licked over them like he was hungry. He creeped Emma out, but he did rescue her, so Emma felt obligated to give him the benefit of the doubt.

‘Thank you’, she breathed out, the tears in her eyes running dry. He extended a hand out to her, and she took it, pulling herself upright and shaking the nerves off of her.

‘Who are you?’

‘My names Pennywise the dancing clown,’ he giggled in a weird, unsettling tone, ‘you really should refrain from using that lift, I heard it’s,’ he paused and winked at her, ‘scare inducing.’

‘Right,’ Emma trailed off, the polite smile on her face never fading away. ‘Oh wait, you’re a circus performer right? I heard about it coming to town from one of the posters outside.’

At pennywise nod, Emma relaxed. Sure, he came across as frightening, but maybe that was just her imagination after the scare she had experienced, and it would provide a reason why he was dressed like that.

‘Yes yes’, he explained, ‘do you like the circus? Because I love it’, he twisted his body in a way that made bells go off, the smile on his face unusually large for his face. Speaking of which, his forehead was also massive.

‘Your fathers used to love the circus too.’ The admission sparked new interested within Emma, who perked up and listened to him with all her attention.

‘You knew my fathers?’ she asked, shaking off the worry that loomed in the back of her mind.

‘Why yes of course I do, we were all best friends, and we did so much fun things together. If you want, I’ll tell you all about it.’

Emma hesitated, she had never met this man, and he seemed to be sketchy, but at the same time her interests had been piqued, and she figured that the man wouldn’t have come to her aid if he had something malicious planned.

‘They lived in Derry, Eddie and Richie, and they have always been best friends. But the summer of 1989 was one they’ll never forget.’

Emma frowned, neither her dad nor her pops had ever mentioned the summer of 1989, nor had they ever discussed any other people outside of the losers club, but if he knew their names were Eddie and Richie, there’s no way he hadn’t met them.

‘Ow yes, the summer their nightmares came to live right before their very eyes,’ his voice lilts up in a sing song sound, almost a mocking tone, and he belly laughs, as if the prospect of facing your fears was that funny to imagine.

Emma’s heart began to pound faster when the memories of the lift resurfaced, and she couldn’t phantom anyone laughing at that.

‘It all began with uncle Bills little brother….’

When Emma awoke, she was laying down on the sofa, her legs stretched over side so her feet were dangling. She lifted her head and scanned the room in confusion, blinking away the sleep from her eyes.

She would’ve swore that she had a conversation with a guy, but maybe that was a nightmare that she experienced a little too vividly. The talk was strange to begin with, anecdotes including murder, brutal attacks and near death experiences presented as something that really took place, something her family endured.

A quick search on the internet let Emma to believe that she saw a hallucination induced by her distress, and so she never mentioned anything to her fathers when they returned home from their date.

Perhaps the man had offered help to Emma, and he was uncanny enough that Emma dreamed about him after he left, but the conversation was all in her head and never had never come to pass.

The elevator was at full service again the next day, so she never informed Richie and Eddie of that either, feeling no need to rehash how irrational she behaved.

She adamantly fought tooth and nail to never step near the lift at any time, and since her parents were good at parenting, they accepted that with no questions asked, although Richie would huff and puff walking up and down the stairs, his old man bones creaking in protest changelessly.

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‘Chug chug chug’, Bill chants, his hands balled in fist chomping down on the table as he viewed Richie gulping down his glass in one smooth sling.

‘I hate it here’, Stan rolls his eyes, downplaying the nearly there smile that graced his face upon hearing roared laughter.

Losers club meetings always brought a never seen amount of chaos and noise, causing them to be chucked out of restaurants more than once, but they’re never deterred.  

Stan advocated on multiple occasion to host the parties in one of their houses, but upon the suggestion of organizing one at his house, he backed down and dejectedly proposed a new restaurant they’re welcome at, for now.

This time, the choice alternated between a new Thai restaurant or a steak house that Richie tipped very generously for last time they visited, the new Thai place being a tad more inviting.

Emma loved losers meetings, because she always got to reconnect with her aunts and uncles, and also because the food was more than delicious.

She adored all the losers dearly, but the one she formed a special bond with was Mike, the history buff who knows more than Emma’s actual history teacher, and the one who somehow knows all the right words she must hear if she asks for advice.

The spot next to him is without fail the one chair that remains empty until she arrives, hanging off the tip of his tongue to hear about all the adventures he undergoes on his far off trips.

Today is no exception, Mike sitting on Emma’s left as she bolsters equally as loud as her uncles and aunts as liquid spills from the side of her pops’s face, staining the new shirt her dad recently bought and now belongs in the trash.

Eddie’s face is set in a scowl, as he thrusts out for a napkin and hands it over to Richie, who takes it with a smack kiss on the cheek as a romantic gesture Eddie repulses away from.

‘Dude, keep your disgusting bear filled lips the fuck away from me’, his face lighting up with a blush he tried but fails to suppress. His repulsion of germs decreases every day, but it’s not gone completely, the avoidance of touching the table with any skin proof.

‘Oh come on Eddie, it can’t possibly bother you that much, you married the guy’, Stan remarks, chuckling when Patty softy taps him on the arm.

A waiter pops his out from behind a wall, his face betraying nothing, but the murderous look in his eyes more than telling enough that this will be the last time they pop in this eatery. He refrains from saying anything though, walking away with a rigid back to no doubt complain to his coworkers about annoying table number five.

Thank god, they’ve only arrived an hour ago, and are still waiting on their food to come, and Emma is excited to try it.

‘Ben and I saw the circus in town two weeks ago,’ Bev steers the conversation in a different direction, bored with the current lack of anything but laughter.

The mention of the circus reminds Emma of the strange encounter that happened, the incubus she can recall in perfect detail. The duality of reality and fiction confusion her to this day. She’s pretty sure she dreamed the whole thing besides her being stuck, but then did Pennywise exists for real? And if not, then who helped her out?

The table turns abnormally quiet, so much so that it shocks Emma out of her thoughts. Stan’s face in particular drains of all color and he taps his fingers on the table to remain calm and collected, Patty scrutinizes his every move, but she is lost for how to react as well.

Ben sips his drink awkwardly, clearing his throat after and lacing his hand with Bev with a warning squeeze. Emma is a second away from asking what in the world is going on, but Richie’s got it covered.

‘Yeah, you saw any one familiar? Like a type of clown hoping we die gruesomely? It’s been a while huh I wonder how he’s doing these days.’

‘Richie’, Eddie hisses exasperated, motioning his head in Emma’s direction to remind Richie their daughter was still in the room with them.

Emma chortles at his joke, covering her mouth with her hand so that no piece of the chip she’s nibbling on accidentally lands on the table, the others following her lead easily. They remain at the edge of their seat, not yet settled, but Richie’s humor calmed them down enough that the tense atmosphere around the room fizzles out.

Emma, unthinkingly and mindlessly adds; ‘That someone happened to be named Pennywise?’

She continues to chuckle at her addition, right up to the point that a glass crack to her left, Ben’s glass splintered in tiny pieces on the floor as his big, shock filled eyes gawking at Emma as if she announced she’s pregnant.

The sound of glass relinquishing disturbs Emma’s laugh, the blast spooking her out of nowhere.

‘What? Her dad asks her pressed, and if she thought the losers looked keyed up before, the consternation they now display is in a whole different ballpark.

Trying to rail the topic back on track, Emma continues to jest the situation, reminiscing on the fictional things in her dream.

‘Yeah, you know Pennywise. The clown that transformed into your worst fears. Stan’s painting, pop’s clowns, dad’s gazebo’s, oh and of course we can’t forgot about breaking dad’s arm right.’

No one else laughs, all of them staring shell shocked ahead, unbeknownst to Emma thrusted back to the summer of hell.  

‘Emma,’ Richie address her, his palm rubbing across his chest on the left side, his heart burning with urgency to protect his daughter and his family without a second of hesitation.

Richie rarely uses her name in place of a nickname, so she drops the act and tunes out every other person and sound for the sake of paying attention to her pops.

‘Where did you hear all of that?’

A cold gust of winds breezes around the room, resulting in shivers that shake Emma’s whole body. All members of the losers club focus on her, awaiting her response to the question. Eddie and Richie in particular are most keen on finding out how their daughter somehow, without any of them telling, savvy traumatizing events of their youth.

‘I don’t know, a nightmare. Why is it so important?’ Emma inquires, enclosing her body with her arms in an effort to comfort herself.

‘A nightmare?’ Eddie clarifies, the intention behind his inquire not flying over her head.

‘Emma’, Mike interrupts to stop the impending flood of dread about to unleash over her before it even begins.

‘I know you know so much more than you’re letting on. I understands why this is scary, but it’s of the upmost important that you come clean now.’

Mike can read her better than a book, and that’s saying something for a librarian, so Emma gives in, overwhelming tears sticking to her eyelashes, the attention proving to be too much, begging anyone in the room to explain to her what’s going on.

‘The elevator got stuck in our apartment building, and this guy, Pennywise helped me out.’

‘Oh applejack,’ Richie exclaims, understanding now why she’s so resilient on trudging the escalator. Eddie scrambles up from his chair across from Emma’s seat, and tucking her away safely in his arms, her head underneath his chin.

‘it’s okay Ems, you’re safe, you’re fine.’ He soothes her, suppressing his own sobs at the knowledge that Pennywise had been this close to attacking his daughter, the light of his and Richie’s life. Richie joins him a moment later, pressing both Eddie and Emma close to him in spite of the difficult position they’re in.

‘Yeah, no fucking clown is coming near you again, well except for uncle Stan then of course. He gets a pass.’

Uncle Stan dishes out no jab, inevitably inciting more terror in Emma, who whimpers and hides behind the shield her dads form around her.

The night ends with a sleepover all the losers join in on, each and every one committed to creating a safe space for Emma, and if that means killing Pennywise again, then so be it.

[lovestrucklosers-archive]

wow, birthday time

summary; all of twst seems to be participating in celebrating rose’s birthday..

words; 1,675..... TOO MANY. HELP

a/n; IVE BEEN WRITING THIS SINCE WEDNESDAY. ITS GOTTEN SO LONG ALREADY. HELP...... ANYWAYS. IM POSTING THIS RIGHT B4 MIDNIGHT SO... HAPPY EARLY BDAY 2 ME DJKFGHKDJFG

the first thing i’m greeted to when waking up is the purring grim against my chest, and the soft covers of my bed, as well as the bright late morning sunshine. i blearily opened my eyes, making a noise of discomfort as i adjusted myself. i mumbled his name, slowly heaving myself up and rubbing the tiredness out of my eyes. i slipped my glasses onto my face and stretched, hearing my back pop. i popped my back more, sighing and yawning.

grim grumbled and stretched out as well, watching as i got out of bed and continued to stretch. i scratched my stomach, pulling an oversized cream sweater over my head. i lifted it up to my nose, basking in the scent of ruggie. 

grim snapped me out of it quickly, grumbling as he lifted himself to his paws. i snickered at him, pulling up my socks to pass my knees in an attempt to warm myself up. i picked him up, and he snuggled against me, continuing to grumble about how it was too early.

“yea, yea, i know, you lazy cat,” i mumbled, heading downstairs. i settled down on the couch close to the stairs for only a moment before i noticed something on the coffee table. i placed grim on the couch, and he made a noise of confusion. i knelt down to see a shoddily wrapped box, strangely, with no note.

“mmph? what’s that?” grim notices this as well; he quickly makes his way over to me and jumps up onto the table, pawing at the box. “oh! this is my gift!” 

he grins at me, “i did this all by myself!”

“you wrapped this by yourself?”

“of course!” he beamed, and i stared at him. he crumbled under my gaze,“well, fine. i had some help wrapping it, but this was all my idea! go ahead, open it!” i rolled my eyes, carefully tearing the wrapping paper from the box and opening it. i peeked inside, tilting my head at the sight inside.

it was a multitude of different snacks, including some pocky, mochi, chocolates, hi-chews, kit-kats, and more. i hadn’t realized my mouth had opened until grim laughed at me, making me close it. “where did you get all of these?!” i demanded, my eyes wide.

“that’s for only me to know,” he teased, flicking his tail into my face. i pouted at him, sticking my tongue out at him. i closed the box, patting the top of it with a grin on my face. 

“as much as i want to eat these right now, these’ll be saved for tonight,” i got to my feet and stretched my legs, “and don’t worry, i’ll share. it’s only fair that i share since you got all of these, afterall.”

he made a happy noise, leaping onto my shoulder as i made my way upstairs with both him and the box, settling it on the bedside table. i exhaled, and he jumped back onto the bed and sat down. while he sat there, looking bored, i quickly changed into something more.. presentable; my usual set of tights and shorts, as well as slipping my necklace over my head and tucking it into my shirt. 

i scooped grim back up onto my shoulder, ignoring his ‘fgnaa!’ of surprise. i exited the room, closing the door behind me, and i made my way to the foyer. 

“where are we going now?” he questioned me as i sliding my boots onto my feet. i steadied him as i stood up, playing with the necklace string. 

“we’re going t - well, i’m going to walk around today,” i proclaimed, pushing my hair behind my ears. “i don’t wanna sit in here all day, so i’m gonna take a walk around the campus.” he grumbled, but didn’t bother to move from his place on my shoulder. i opened the door, being greeted by the noise of singing birds and the sun directly above my head.

― ― ♡ ― ―

“oi! rose! grim!” i turned to see the double trouble duo rushing towards us, most likely having come from the hall of mirrors we were nearing. we stood at the beginning of the bridge, having just crossed it, but now that these two were here, i wondered what plans they would rope us into.

both of them stopped in front of us, panting. they had some kind of excited air to them, however, and immediately, ace had stood straight up with sparkles in his eyes.

he then engulfed me in a hug, lifting me up and twirling me around. grim, seeing this coming, had jumped from my shoulder and landed on the sidewalk, narrowly avoiding being trampled by the excited ace. 

“happy birthday!” ace yelled.

“fuck! holy shit!” i yelped, holding onto him for dear life. i gripped his shoulders, my face getting hotter the longer i remained up in the air. deuce was cautioning ace before we both tipped over. i made a noise of surprise and braced myself to hit the ground, but a pair of arms quickly caught me before i could.

i opened my eyes, looking at an exasperated deuce, who was carrying me bridal-style now. i giggled, seeing ace now on the ground with grim prodding at him.

“i can’t believe that you thought that you wouldn’t both fall over,” deuce sighed, setting me down on the ground. we locked eyes, and laughed, and ace grumbled at us, getting to his feet. grim jumped onto deuce’s shoulder, not even phasing him.

ace then, again, engulfed me in a hug, but didn’t lift me this time, and i embraced him back. deuce joined in shortly after, and i wrapped my arms around both of them. grim took this time to transfer to my shoulder. “happy birthday, rose,” deuce spoke.

they pulled back, and i smiled at them. “thanks, you two,” i turned my attention to ace, “just don’t scare the shit out of me next time.” 

“oh, whatever,” he scoffed playfully, “you enjoyed it! i saw the blush on your face!”

“just because my face was red does not mean that i enjoyed you scaring me!” i retorted, feeling my face heat up again. 

he waved it off, rolling his eyes. deuce cleared his throat and took my hand, leading me and grim back to the hall of mirrors. ace trailed behind, grinning. “where are we going now?” grim whined, pawing at my face. 

“to our dorm!” ace chimed in, taking my other hand, and walking beside me. he swung our interlocked hands as i continued.

“your dorm - ?” an idea popped into my head, “what’re you guys planning? don’t tell me you’re gonna shove a cake in my face..” i narrowed my eyes, and deuce sputtered.

“no!” he glared at ace as if he was planning something, but continued, “i promise it’s nothing bad.”

“if anything happens, blame ace.” grim chimed in. 

“hey!” he barked, turning to pout at me. “can you believe what they’re saying, dear? aren’t they being so mean to me?”

i stared blankly at him, before continuing to walk past him with deuce and grim. we shared a collective giggle as he caught up and linked my hand with his again, and i faintly felt him press a kiss to it. my face heated up ever-so-slightly, and i refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing my face, as deuce continued to talk.

we arrived at the heartslabyul dorm not too far afterwards, and they quickly led both me and grim to the tea garden. the closer we came, the more streamers i saw strewn about. my eyebrows raised, and i glance back and forth between ace and deuce, then met eyes with grim, who seemed to be as equally as confused as i was. wasn’t this the place they did unbirthday tea parties? isn’t my birthday today? why are they hosting an unbirthday party?

i resisted the urge to slap myself as i realized; birthday. today. yours. they’re hosting a birthday party! for you! you dumb fuck! my face grew hot, and i held in my giggles at how forgetful i could be sometimes. oops..

one of the two randomly covered my glasses, making my vision go dark before i could soak in the sight more. i squawked, feeling grim jump as i did so. i almost stumbled over my own feet, but felt ace (on my right) wrap an arm around my waist and tighten it. i leaned into him.

we suddenly stopped, and i definitely would’ve fallen if not for ace and deuce. grim made a noise of surprise and gripped my shoulder tightly; i felt his claws sink into the fabric of ruggie’s sweater, and made a mental note to scold him for that later. 

as soon as the hands over my glasses were relinquished, a loud chorus of ‘surprise’ rang through my ears. i blinked once. twice. taking in the sight in front of me. 

there stood all of the boys i’d made friends within my time here at night raven college (even the tall malleus draconia), surrounding the tables that had been pushed closer together, and set up with dishes and silverware. there were decorations (such as balloons and streamers) appropriately littered about, and.. was that a cake?

before i’d realized it, my glasses were fogging up and i felt something wet roll down my cheeks. grim made a panicked noise, and ace and deuce froze up. it went quiet as i reached up and rubbed my eyes. i sniffed, looking back up and smiling as wide as i could. “i -” i struggled to find the right words, sniffling, “thank you guys… so much.. you have no idea how much this means to me.” i let out a breathy laugh, and the tense air dissipated. 

“jeez, don’t scare us like that next time!” ace grumbled, ruffling my hair. i laughed louder this time. 

“well, c’mon! we’ve all been waiting for you!” he dragged me, grim and deuce over to the crowd of our friends. “let the party commence!”

[napofamikrokosmos]

Episode One: That Girl

Never did you imagine you’d be going to the most expensive and extremely prestigious school. Never did you imagine you’d be standing in the midst of the country’s elite. And never did you imagine you’d have the two of the most important bachelor’s in Seoul fighting to impress you.

MASTERLIST | NEXT EPISODE

❥ Title Credit: That Girl - All Time Low 

❥ Pairings: RichBoy!Hoseok × Commoner!Reader, RichBoy!Namjoon × Commoner!Reader.

❥ Word Count: 3.3k

❥ Genre: Boys Over Flowers AU, Meteor Garden AU, Angst

❥ Warnings: Swearing, Bullying, Hoseok is a dick

❥ A/N: This is pretty shit towards the end cause I just wanted to get it done to post it so. If you want to be in the taglist send me a message or something so I can add you.

You were balancing a tray of drinks in one hand and clutching a pile of books in the other as you weaved your way through the somewhat crowded cafe. The five boys were seated in their usual seats at the back corner. You stood awkwardly at the end of their table mentally shifting your weight between your arms, trying to decide what to put down first. Luckily Yeonjun and Taehyun noticed your struggle and were quick to take the stack of books from your arm. You gave them a nod of thanks as you placed their drinks down in front of them. "Thank you noona!" they chorused "If I was actually your sister I would be telling you guys to stop drinking this junk every day." You said with a laugh "If you guys need anything you know where to find me" You ruffled Yeonjun's hair and he groaned swatting your hand away while the others laughed.

You quickly made your way back to the front of the cafe, dropping the tray onto the counter. Leaning on it with a tired sigh, You rubbed your hands over your face. The phone rang, You and Jungkook looked at each other before shoving each other to get there first. He stuck his tongue out at you as he answered it “Bomnal Cafe, may I take your order?” he brought his attention to whoever was on the other side. You leaned against the counter watching as he messily wrote down the order, before hanging up. Ripping the paper from the pad, he waved it in front of your face as he walked past you, to Seokjin to give him the order. "Hey Y/N, you better not ditch us for those rich people now that you’re going to Huimang” Kook jabbed his finger toward you.

“Oh trust me, if I ever choose them over you guys you have every right to pour that over my head” You nodded toward the coffee that Jin was making. He gave you a look of concern before continuing with his work. "If anyone messes with you, I swear I'll fight them" Kook jokingly assured you. Yoongi and You both looked at each other before laughing "Thanks I'll keep that in mind" You patted his back hard as you walked past, to serve one of the customers. "Seriously though, you should be careful, I heard that B4 literally rule that school" Jin warned "I’ve heard they're dangerous. They've done things to drive people to drop out just to get away from them."

Kook tilted his head curiously at Jin's words, pulling out his phone, most likely to search up who they were. The older boy stopped working and you and Yoongi leaned in to listen to him  "Apparently everyone at that school will do anything to kiss ass to B4. Anyone who gets a red card becomes a target for the whole school and it doesn't stop unless they leave, die, or B4 themselves declare an end, which is yet to happen" You couldn't help but shake your head at how nonsense that sounded. Obviously, a school as prestigious as Huimang wouldn't let even their most powerful students treat people like that. “You think I’m joking?” Jin asked, noticing your reaction. You simply nodded with an amused expression at how serious he was about this. 

“The members of the well-known B4, who are currently students at Huimang Highschool are, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, Kim Namjoon, and Jung Hoseok” Kook read off his phone. You rushed over to him grabbing his arm to look at his phone screen “Park Jimin is the only son and heir of Yojeong Tech. Kim Taehyung is a young artist and photographer, the son of the former president of The Teugiseong Group. Not much is known of Kim Namjoon after the car accident that killed his parents, the founders of The Kim Corporation, he was hidden away from the public eye.” Jungkook scrolled to the bottom “Last but not least we have Jung Hoseok. The heir to Jung Industries, one of the biggest companies in Asia." Jin groaned "Stop that" it was his turn to shake his head, taking the phone from Kook's hand and stuffing it into his pocket. “Seriously, Y/N, Please just promise me you’ll be careful. Especially of Hoseok, who knows what could happen if you get on his bad side”, he held out his pinky to you. Sighing in defeat you linked your finger with his. After that, the topic of your new school was forgotten as you all went back to work. 

The flow of customers started to wind down as the afternoon turned into evening and soon after your shift had ended. Kook offered to walk you home, not that it was far, but because his parents weren’t home and he knew your mom would invite him for dinner. You shake your head in amusement at his request but gladly agreed. Linking your arm with his, walking down the street to your family's flower shop together. The lights were still on as your mom was just closing up shop. The bell above the door rang as you and Kook entered, catching your mother's attention. "Ah, Y/N, Jungkook!" she greeted you both "Just in time" She quickly rushed past both of you to lock the doors of the shop. "Your dad should be almost done cooking dinner. Jungkook, since you're already here, why don't you stay for dinner" Jungkook glanced over at you with a huge smile on his face, nodding at her offer. You rolled your eyes, punching his arm playfully. Taking his hand you quickly dragged him up the stairs to your family's apartment, directly above the shop. As soon as you entered you were hit with the strong smell of food. "Hi Dad, I'm home. Jungkook's here too" you pointed toward your friend who you had literally dragged into the house. You all gathered around the small table that was covered in food. Kook didn’t even wait before he started stuffing his face. You laughed at him, you and your parents suddenly focused more on watching him eat than actually eating yourselves. 

After dinner, Jungkook left, satisfied with freeloading off your parents’ cooking. “Are you ready for tomorrow?” your mother asked as you were busy washing the dishes. All you could do was shrug earning a sigh “You don’t have to go. It’s not like we’re paying for it” she nudged your arm, half-joking. “I’m not going to throw away a scholarship to a school like Huimang just because I’m nervous,” You told her, just as you finished cleaning the dishes. “I’m going to sleep, Jin’s driving me to school tomorrow” You quickly excused yourself from the conversation, disappearing into your room. The more you thought about it the more nervous you were about Huimang. Especially after what Jin had told you. That night you went to sleep despite the anxiety.

The next morning wasn’t any better. The heavy, weight of nervousness hung over you as you got up. Your hand gently touched the fabric of your uniform, as if you were scared to ruin it. The sound of a message on your phone was the only thing that snapped you out of your trance. Jin’s name flashed across the screen and you sighed finally finding the energy to get dressed. As soon as you’d put on the uniform it felt foreign. Sighing once more you looked at yourself in the mirror, straightening out your clothes, despite it not being out of place. Your anxiety was already getting the best of you and you were starting to fidget to try to calm yourself. Jin’s name flashed across your phone screen with another message. Grabbing your bag you rushed down the stairs of your apartment, shyly and discreetly saying goodbye to your parents as you ducked out through the flower shop.

Jin was already waiting in his car outside. “Before you ask, yes I am positive I’m doing this. And No, I’m not going to let you talk me out of it” You said before he could even get a word out. He quickly closed his mouth and started driving without another word. Both of you sat in silence the entire drive there, which was unusual for either of you, as when you were together nothing could stop you from talking. But now it was nothing but a tense silence, thick enough to cut with a knife. Jin was obviously worried for you, you could feel his overprotectiveness radiating off of him. You, on the other hand, were extremely nervous, and your best friend could tell even before you got into his car. After what felt like an eternity you finally spoke up. “I already promised you I’ll be careful.” you reminded him. “I know” he sighed, “It’s not you that I’m worried about-” He started “It’s B4” you finished his sentence earning a small nod in response as he pulled up in front of Huimang.

Jin grabbed your arm before you could open the door and you looked at him “I’ll be ok Jinnie” you spoke softly, trying to reassure him and now, yourself. He gave you a look and you laughed shyly “You know I love you right? But sometimes you worry too much” you teased smiling at him, finally getting him to drop his worried expression, instead, a soft smile spread across his face. “I love you, too” he kissed your forehead and smiled wider at you, before finally letting you get out of the car. You watched him drive away before spinning around and taking in the school building in front of you. It suddenly felt like you were in another world, the fact that you were standing in front of Huimang Highschool, about to start your first day as a student was unbelievable. Letting out a nervous breath you walked up the stairs into the building. You felt extremely out of place as you wandered, somewhat aimlessly, through the corridor trying to find your locker. 

You ended up stumbling upon the school’s massive, and impressive library which was empty, other than the boy who sat at a table in the back corner, alone. His attention completely focused on the book in front of him, concentration spread across his features. You must’ve been staring for a bit too long cause his attention shifted from the book to you, looking up at you. You gasped quietly and quickly turned away as he looked at you. Literally running out to save yourself from embarrassment. 

After a few more minutes of wandering, you finally managed to find your locker. As you were putting your stuff away someone shouted from downstairs and everyone started running down the steps, some bumping you as they did. A crowd forming by the stairs and around the door. Curious and confused you leaned over the railing to see what was going on. Four boys were walking into the building, silence fell upon the building, the crowd parting in the middle for them to walk through. You didn't even need to look for very long to figure out who they were. It was B4 the very group Jin had warned you to be wary of. A quiet gasp echoed through the room when they all suddenly stopped walking. 

The one at the front, who you recognized from the article Kook showed you as Jung Hoseok, looked at one of the male students and everyone nearby backed away from him. The poor kid was literally shaking just from B4’s stares. Hoseok reached out for the bottle in the boy’s hand, which he quickly surrendered. He then began to slowly pour it over the boy’s head, you couldn’t help but feel shocked at what was unfolding in front of you. No one was trying to stop Hoseok and no one was trying to help the other boy. The sound of the empty bottle clattering onto the floor was almost deafening from the silence that had fallen upon the crowd again. Then just like that, the four boys walked away like it was nothing and the crowd quickly dispersed.

"Jin was right, they are insane," You said mostly to yourself. Someone clears their throat behind you making you turn around. The three girls were all looking at you with disgust "You're not talking about B4 are you?" the one at the centre scoffed "You shouldn't disrespect them like that" the other girls nodded at her statement. "Who are you supposed to be?" You shot back in the same mocking tone. The girl stepped closer to you and you were able to read the name on her ID. Cho Narae, the other two you still had to figure out. "You don't know us, but we know everything about you" Narae jabbed her finger at you "And if you keep talking about B4 like that, we'll make sure to make your life hell" she threatened, shoving your shoulder.

You didn't say anything as they walked away, only scoffing and crossing your arms at how obnoxious you found them. Clearly, they were just overzealous fangirls of the four boys, who seem to have the entire school wrapped around their fingers. It frustrated you, so much. That's how you ended up on the roof screaming your thoughts at the sky. "Damn it! Jin was right! I’ve barely been here for twenty minutes. Everyone sucks! Everyone at this school thinks they can do whatever they want." You slammed your hand against the concrete ledge. "You know, you really shouldn't be talking shit about other people" you searched for the source of the voice only to see the boy from the library, leaning against the wall reading the same book from earlier. He shut the book and pushed himself off the wall. Now that he was in front of you, without his glasses, you recognised him. "I- You're- It's-" you stumbled over your words and struggled to speak, cringing at yourself. Namjoon smiled slightly at how flustered you got before disappearing down the stairs. You sighed loudly before heading back inside.

You managed to survive the first half of your day. It went by without any other incident, other than Narae and her friends constantly watching you like a hawk. Lunch came around and you were lost once again. You were sitting alone at a table in the back of the cafeteria knowing no one wanted you at their table. "Is this seat taken?" A voice asked softly, pointing at the chair across from you. Surprised and unable to speak from the food in your mouth you nodded slowly. She smiled at you and happily sat down "I'm Ko Byeol" she introduced herself "I saw you wandering around this morning. And you didn't talk to anyone in class. I felt bad seeing you all by yourself" She explained still with a smile on her face.

You swallowed your food before smiling shyly at her with a nod "Thank you" you mumbled "I'm Hwang Y/N" you introduced yourself. Narae and her friends strutted by your table purposely trying to catch your attention. A sigh of annoyance followed as you watched them take a seat nearby, near enough for you to hear them talking. “Hey, ignore them” Byeol placed her hand on your arm, prying your attention away from the three girls. “The food here isn’t that good anyway, I know a better place. Come on” She didn’t give you a chance to argue before dragging you from your seat and out of the cafeteria. Before we could even get out of the cafeteria she ran into someone, spilling whatever they were holding all over their shirt “What the fuck!”. Byeol stepped backwards away from Hoseok. “Oh my god. I’m so sorry. It was an accident.” she bowed. 

A crowd had now gathered nearby. They were all clearly ready to watch another person’s social standing get ripped to shreds. Hoseok stepped toward Byeol but you stepped in front of her. “She knows what you can do to her. She knows that it was her fault. She already apologised.” You defended “If apologies worked, why would we need the police?” Hoseok stepped toward you but you didn’t move. “I wish I could say it’s so that people like you could learn right from wrong. But clearly, you’re hopeless,” you replied without a second thought. A gasp echoed through the crowd at your lightning fast comeback. His expression didn’t change but you could tell he was fuming. “Who are you to talk to me like that?” he spat. You huffed “A nobody with nothing for you to destroy” you bumped his shoulder as you walked past him. You didn’t see it but Namjoon was watching you walk away, covering his mouth as he laughed quietly.

Byeol ran after you as you stormed out of the cafeteria. “Do you have any idea what you just did?” She practically screamed at you. “Yeah. I was standing up against an asshole with an over-inflated ego. Thanks for asking” You simply shrugged. “Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my fucking god.” She checked over her shoulder before dragging you into the bathroom. She quickly shut the door and locked it. “You’re shitting me right?” she literally grabbed you by your shoulders, shaking you. “They are going to destroy you!”. You rolled your eyes and pushed her off. “I’d love to see them try. I’m not afraid of a bunch of rich boys with nothing else to do with their lives”

Byeol didn’t try to stop you from leaving, she just stood there scared for you. You went outside to clear your head before your next class. It was only your first day and it was already a mess. You had to push through a bunch of people to reach your locker. It was hard to ignore the whispers as they all watched you. Thinking nothing of it you opened your locker, everyone gasping and whispering. The red card fell to the floor, landing at your feet. You simply shrugged it off and grabbed what you needed before slamming your locker shut. You kicked the card across the floor as you left. You could feel people staring at you as you walked the halls, pointing and talking in hushed whispers. Everyone would fall silent when you entered a classroom, all of them watching you intently.

When you reached your desk you noticed it was covered in snack wrappers and garbage. Rolling your eyes you simply dragged the garbage by your desk and cleaned it up, without making a fuss. The room was still silent, and everyone’s attention was still on you. You slowly sat down in your seat, instantly regretting as a cold sticky liquid started soaking through your skirt. There was barely any time for you to process that as something was poured over your head. “We told you not to mess with B4. This is what you get” Narae and her two minions surrounded your desk, dropping a now empty can of soda into your lap. Everyone burst out laughing as you quickly stood up. You ran out of the classroom running into the nearest bathroom. You could feel tears in your eyes, but it wasn’t because you were upset or sad, you were pissed. Jin was right and you were dumb for not listening to him. Who knew your first day of school could go this wrong? 

The sound of the faucet as you attempted to wipe the stickiness off your skin drowned out the sound of other people entering the bathroom. Sighing in defeat you gave up staring at yourself in the mirror. Only then did you realise you weren’t alone anymore. “You’re not allowed to be in here,” You said while looking at the two boys through the mirror. “The rules don’t matter when you got the red card” one of them mocked, tilting his head at you.

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Jury is Still Out- Nathan Hale + Benjamin Tallmadge + You

[A/N: hello! I wrote this back in December b4 I made this blog so that’s why it’s winter themed lol! But, I will be very inactive this week because of work & school so I wanted to post a rather long story (more under the cut!) an FYI: Nathan is a substitute teacher and Ben just got out of the police academy & is a desk jockey. I apologize for any incorrect lingo 😎 I also tried my very best to make this gender neutral like in my other posts but a pronoun or 2 may have slipped in during writing and I missed it in editing. Apologies! enjoy! 💓]

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The tv light illuminates the room, a carton of takeout sat on the small chestnut table just out of reach. You’re staring at the ceiling, sprawled out on the couch, waiting to hear your phone ping.

“…was locked in for hours, this damn snow…”

A news reporter interviews a tenant who was locked in their apartment due to the blizzard that was raging outside. You were tempted to send another text, because maybe they would hear that one, when a knock echoes throughout the apartment.

“Nathan?”

You ask, because Ben always had his key. You sit up a little to fast, sliding on the hardwood in your socks as you race to the front door.

“I’m afraid not,”

A voice calls, and your saddened for a moment as you realize it’s your neighbors voice.

“Ah, Marie, how can I help you?”

You quickly unlock the door and greet her with a smile, one that she returns. She’s an older woman, who has helped the three of you out more times then you can count.

“I was wondering if you guys had electricity. I just walked in and found nothing was working.”

“I just had the tv on, but I hadn’t tried the lights. I can—“

And as you turn to flick the lights, the tv burns out and plunges the room into a deep black.

“Oh—gosh.”

“I suppose that answers my question.”

She laughs softly, one that you chime in with. You offer her to stay with you until it comes on, but she says she has to go call her daughter.

“Alright Marie, give a shout if you need anything.”

You return to your couch, using your phone as a flashlight to try and find any candles or lanterns around. Your nose wrinkles as you look at your selection of scented candles.

“Who bought these? Amber Moon? Cherries on Snow? What does that even mean?”

You push through the cabinet a little further until you find one scented like gingerbread, and light it.

There’s more waiting that comes after, waiting for the power to come on and waiting for your roommates to return from work.

Twenty minutes later, your phone pings. And it pings again, and then a third time. Nearly pouncing on it, you flip it over to see three new alerts.

Ones from your mom, a text to make sure you’re alright. You text her back, and then check the other two.

The second is a notification from Snapchat, and it’s a stupid story alert. You ignore it and check your third notification.

An email from your job. Saying they would be closed tomorrow due to the inability for the plow to get the front cleared.

“Son of a—“

You shout, ready to throw your phone when you hear the jingle of keys outside. The door swings open and a smile lights up your face as Nathan walks through the door and kicks it shut, loosening his tie in the process.

“You look like you’re having a rough day.”

He laughs, removing his tie and setting it down with his briefcase.

“Tell me about it! Why don’t you answer your phone? I was worried sick about you and Ben!”

“My phone?”

He looks confused for a moment before he pats his jacket. His hand reaches and pulls it out, clicking the on button with his thumb.

“Must’a died. I’m sorry, trust me I wanted to be home hours ago. Dumb meeting about stupid things.”

“It’s okay.”

He sits next to you on the couch, and starts picking at your carton of takeout. You look at your phone and frown, wondering where the heck Ben was.

“I suppose you haven’t heard from Ben today then?”

“Nah. Never usually do.”

His lax nature releases some of the tension built up in your shoulders, but you still hold some worry.

“He’s fine, (y/n). Trust me, he’s probably just helping some old lady across the street or something.”

Chuckling, he goes to plug in his phone and groans when it doesn’t turn on.

“Don’t tell me.”

“What? You think I sat alone in the dark waiting for you to come home? Powers out, buddy.”

He groans again.

The waiting game resumes, your phone on a low battery and Nathan’s dead. You forgot to plug in your laptop earlier and Nathan left his at the school he works at. You’re bored.

“I’m still worried about Ben.”

You say, watching as the clock on the wall ticks to eleven o’clock. Nathan is looking out the window and gets a grin on his face.

“Well, there’s a bunch of snow on the ground, but it looks like it died down. Let’s go pay Benny a visit.”

“Are you joking?”

A shiver runs up your spine at the thought.

“C’mon. A nice walk in the snow, with me? How could you refuse.”

You don’t answer him at first, but go to the closet to retrieve your snow coat and boots.

“Only ‘cause I’m worried about Ben.”

You mumble.

“Oh, of course. Got it.”

He laughs, and you lightly shove him. After you’ve both bundled up, you head out. You stop by Marie’s though, and ask her if she needs anything while you and Nathan are out.

“He’s lucky the precinct isn’t that far away.”

Nathan’s flaxen curls are already covered in snow, and you can feel the flakes on your eyelashes. Sure, it had died down, but it still was a heavy downpour.

You both walk a couple blocks until you reach the police precinct Ben works at. Sure enough, when you shake the snow from your shoulders and walk into the pen, Ben is sat at his desk, still in uniform and hunched over.

“Ben!”

You whisper-shout, careful not to disturb the other officers trying to get work done. He turns, dropping his pen when he catches sight of Nathan and yourself.

“What are you—?”

“Do you have to stay much longer? I was so worried about you and Nathan, I thought y’all were stuck in the snow or something!”

“I don’t. And thank you for worrying, but I can reassure you, i haven’t left this desk for hours.”

And he is exhausted, you can tell. There were about five coffee cups on his desk, and an untouched sandwich next to them.

“Ben—“

You start, but he gets the idea before you can even say it.

“Don’t worry, I’m done. Was just about to head out actually.”

”good, because I am freezing.”

Nathan shuffles, shaking some snow from his shoulders on to the floor. Ben shoves a paper in a Manila folder and shrugs on his jacket.

“I’ll be right back.”

Ben disappears to give the folder to someone, while Nathan and you stand awkwardly in the bull pen.

“He has his own desk. How cute.”

Nathan steals his sandwich.

Ben returns shortly, and unholsters his gun from his hip. He locks it in his desk drawer and claps his hands together once he’s finished.

“Alright kids, let’s get out of here.”

The three of you walk back to your apartment, you kicking the snow playfully as you trot along. Your sweats were soaked and snow boots coated in slush, but it was fun. The snow had slowed even more, but it left nearly two feet in its wake.

“Did you have a good day at work?”

You ask, and Ben sighs.

“It was alright. Nothing too exciting.”

“You aren’t a very good police officer, because you still haven’t arrested me for stealing your sandwich.”

Ben shoves Nathan.

“That was you? I was looking for that—“

“Anddd we’re home!”

You all trudge upstairs and collapse on the couch, tired and exhausted. With no power, the three of you dust off monopoly and play it by candlelight.

“Hey Ben.”

You groan at his sarcastic tone, and Ben looks up from the instruction manual.

“If it’s any consolation? It was a pretty good sandwich.”

Ben throws the box at him.

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[stusbunker]

Less Than Well Received

A Supernatural Fan-ficiton

Featuring: Sam Winchester (x?) Female Reader, Cas, Jack, and Dean

A/N: This is for @bamby0304‘s Triple Threat Challenge. My prompts will be in bold. Angst? Angst. Fluff? A smidge in the middle. Crack? Yep, because I can. Then some more flangst to round it out. xoxo Stu

Masterlist

A6: “Of course, I remembered!”

B4: “Get that thing away from me!”

C9: “What did you just say?” 

Y/N awoke to an eerie quiet, the walls of the Bunker echoing the silence like a forgotten tomb. She shoved her feet into her fleece lined slippers and shuffled down the hall. The hallway lights were on, but the farther she wandered the darkened rooms seemed to increase. Glancing down at her watch she barely registered the five o’clock hour when--

“Mornin’!” A pointed whisper came up from behind. She jolted, shaking free from the clench of fear along her spine.

“Sam! Goddamnit! What the hell?!” She shoved his meaty upper arm in frustration, registering the hurt in his ever-shifting eyes before remembering to lower her voice. “Sorry, it’s just,” she shrugged.

“It’s super creepy when everyone is sleeping or out on a case?” Sam gave a knowing nod, absently rubbing the spot she had hit him. “Yeah, well, this is what we’re used to. I kind of like it.”

“Well, that’s because you were forged in the fire, man. Most mere mortals couldn’t stand this place like this 24/7.”

His lips twitched into a half smile, “Coffee?”

She couldn’t help but return the gesture, it was so rare these days. “Look at you, Mr. Smooth, skirting the topic and going straight for my weakness.”

Sam stood back and let Y/N step down into the kitchen first, “Yeah, well, us former-Hell-dwellers tend to know how to read minds.”

“Oh, Sam, no! I didn’t mean it like tha-”

“I know,” Sam’s head lolled into a slightly reassuring tilt as dragged his hand through his long hair. “How about we leave the playful banter for when we’re both more awake?”

She nodded, tugging the sleeves of her hoodie down over her hands as Sam bee-lined for the coffee maker.

It always seemed to happen, she would be alone with their leader and everything would get awkward, or frustrating or Jack would ask too many questions and she would make an ass out of herself by not giving good enough responses. She just wanted to clear the air, but with Michael out there, with Dean; there was never a good time to do so. She didn’t want to be another helping of shit sandwich on Sam’s plate.

She just wanted to feel like part of the team.

Sam didn’t know why he was so snippy, no, he had plenty of reasons why. But he didn’t know why it was manifesting with uncalled for snapping at Y/N or Jack. He should be focusing on finding  Dean Michael. Not reliving the hurt in Y/N’s eyes when he raised his voice over their modest dinner of energy bars and a six pack. He slammed his eyes closed, trying to hide from the memory. The bed was lumpy, so he shifted, jostling Jack, who was asleep curled away from him. Sam let out a rattled breath.

Another motel, another town, another dead end.

It had been two weeks without Dean and the tension between Sam and Y/N had intensified to the point of Castiel stepping in to mediate. It seemed like even the angel’s good intentions were failing them as he walked into the library to find Sam slamming the laptop closed just to fold his hands in his lap.

“Go ahead, Y/N. Let’s hear what possibly can’t wait,” Sam’s brow pinched between annoyance and confusion.

“What the hell is the matter with you? You shoot down my ideas, you bark orders, you won’t even let me pair off with Jack anymore. What did I do wrong, Sam? Huh? What do you want from me? Do you want me to start saluting, to start calling you Chief?” Y/N was getting louder, the other hunters had noticed and while some quickly left the surrounding areas, a few lingered, watching the drama unfold.

Sam cleared his throat, noting the bystanders in his periphery. “Give us a minute?” He didn’t yell, but the tone made his point. Everyone left. Everyone but Y/N and Cas.

“You have been particularly pointed with Y/N, since Dean--”

“Cas? Look, you can stay, but Y/N just unloaded on me and I need to answer her, before you get to lay into me too. Alright?”

Cas looked to Y/N, she refused to meet his gaze, “I suppose.”

“You’re right,” Sam swallowed.

“What did you just say?” Y/N’s headed whipped up like a jack-in-the-box.

Sam inhaled through his nose, “And I’m sorry. I have been taking out all of my frustration on you.”

“Damn right you have. But that’s not all.” Y/N countered, plopping into the chair in front of Sam, lowering herself to his level. Cas watched quietly, noting the way Sam clenched his jaw against the flow of emotion. “There’s got to be a reason it’s me. Cas has known you the longest and Jack is your family. Is it because I am expendable? That I don’t matter in the grand scheme of your fucking gospels so I get all the bitterness and none of the respect? Newsflash! Still a person.”

Y/N splayed her hands in the air mimicking a camera’s flash before falling back in the wooden chair, one leg draped over the armrest as she waited for Sam to stop chewing his words. He watched her through clouding eyes, his guilt eating him from the inside out. She cut right to the quick and it stung too much to assemble another apology, much less an explanation.

His eyes stayed locked on his hands. “I don’t know what else to say. But, uh, I should go--,” he stood glancing at Cas before walking away. “Need some air,” was left hovering in the stunned space.

Jack strolled into the make-shift gym an hour after the fall out in the library. He didn’t know why everyone was whispering about Y/N and Sam, so he wanted to check on her. He found her beating the crap out of the punching bag.

“You’re angry?”

Y/N tried to ignore the Nephil, but his youthful persistence slowly beat her dwindling adrenaline rush.

“Why are you angry with Sam?” Jack squared his feet behind the bag to hold it steady for her next assault.

“Why aren’t you?” She replied, grunting against the slap of gloves against the bag. Jack’s face contorted in thought, she rolled her eyes. He was still so pure.

“He treats me like shit and isn’t very patient with you these days.” Y/N’s chest heaved, the sweat pooling down her back and between her breasts. She shifted against the sports bra.

“But, with Dean-”

“Dean’s been gone before. More than once, Jack. You know that right?” He nodded, pursing his lips as he remembered all that he had learned about his many dads.

“Sam is trying his damndest, Y/N.” Jack replied.

“That’s a weird thing to hear from you.” Y/N huffed out a single note of laughter, stepping back to grab a drink from her water bottle.

“That’s what Dean said. He said Sam was trying his damndest to court you.”

“He what now?”

“Because of the sex.”

“Sex? Sam wants to have sex with me?”

“That’s what Dean said.”

“Oh crap.”

Jack cocked his head and looked even more confused than ever.

New Year’s Eve in the Bunker was a forced affair. Though drinking hadn’t really wavered in Dean’s absence; the atmosphere had dulled to a lament instead of a celebration. Twenty eighteen was crap, even on the Winchester scale and everyone was ready to start anew.

A few couples had found corners to make insufferable heart eyes at each other, or worse, making out despite the remaining hunters within earshot, watching television or playing cards. Sam had resigned himself to a night in, letting the threat of Michael’s armies linger on all fronts. He was just too tired. And if he were to admit it to himself, lonely. Sam Winchester was usually a giggly drunk, but on that night, the last night of 2018, he indulged.

Sam was getting philosophical as he downed yet another shot, which he chased with a plastic flute of discount aisle champagne. “I mean, in the grand scheme of things. What’s one kiss?”

“Sam?” Cas eyed the large man.

“It’s only what? Five seconds? Nothing to spend a whole year building up in your mind. Five seconds, ten seconds, seconds are seconds. Time is vast.”

“Time is a construct, Sam. If you’re thinking about kissing someone, I think it would be best to get Y/N’s permission first.”

“Y/N? Is she here? I haven’t seen her lately.” Sam missed the angel’s point as he scanned the room from his perch against the war room map platform.

“She’s in her room. She said she just wanted to fall asleep to movies and forget the last year ever happened.” Jack replied, carefully pulling the bottle away from Sam’s reach and handing it to Cas.

“But that’s ridiculous. It happened. You can’t forget it, otherwise you won’t learn from it. I should tell her, right?”

“Tell Y/N what?”

“That.” Sam stood up, unevenly righting his shoulders before glancing at both sets of confused blue eyes. “And I’m going to.” Sam nodded to himself before he strutted determinedly and with a slight lean to Y/N’s room. Jack went to follow Sam, but Cas grabbed his arm.

“I think we’ve intervened enough with those two.”

“But what if she hurts him?”

“We can’t save each other from all pain, but we can be there to help tend the wounds,” Cas explained.

“Y/N?!” Sam half groaned/ half yelled through the locked door, before knocking insistently. “Y/N, Jack told me you’re in there. Don’t forget. Okay? It would be bad if you forget.”

Y/N’s attention was piqued with the sluggish delivery in her general direction. She hesitated for a few seconds before throwing back her covers and shuffling to the door in oversized flannel pants and a ratty tee, her killer NYE ensemble.

“Y/N! Talk to me! Please? Pretty please? Pretty please, pretty girl?” She opened the door before he could make more of a fool of himself. “Hey!” He smiled blindly, dimples sparkling along side his pearly whites.

“What am I forgetting?”

“You’re not! And that’s what’s important.” Sam stumbled passed her and into her dimly lit room, before turning and grasping at her hands. “Look, I know it’s not midnight, but it will be and time is a construct and I just really want to kiss you already.” Sam closed his eyes and leaned in and kissed Y/N hairline.

Once he recovered, Sam pulled back to assess her reaction. She wasn’t angry, but she wasn’t kissing him back. She was, amused? Concerned?

“What?”

“What? Where did me forgetting or not forgetting turn into you kissing me?!”

“So you don’t want to. Cas said to ask and I--” Sam scrunched his eyes closed and internally kicked himself.

“Stop Sam. Let’s just, sit? Yeah?” Y/N dragged him on her bed where he promptly fell back and stared at her ceiling.

“I’m going to die alone. Again.” He mirthlessly laughed.

“How do you go from sappy flirty Sam to morose? It’s got to be some kind of record.” Y/N asked, brushing the hair from his face, he leaned into her palm, relishing in the chill of her smooth skin.

“It’s why Dean never let me get too drunk, because I get chatty and pouty.” Sam sighed, throwing his arms back behind his head.

“Dean didn’t let you? Or you didn’t let yourself?”

“Both. Probably. I’m not sure anymore.”

Y/N took him in, his large arms like wings framing his broad shoulders, tanned firm skin over layers of muscle. He was a beautiful man, but he was also her boss. And had done nothing but treat her like crap lately. If it were another time and place, she could see herself enjoying his kiss. But tonight, she just felt like his minder and not in a sexy way.

“Do you want to kiss me because it’s New Years or do you want to kiss me for me?”

“Both, probably.” Sam muttered, his eyes staying closed as he lay perpendicularly on her bed, his large feet still on the floor.

“Probably doesn’t score you any points tonight, slugger.”

“ ‘Sokay. Shoulda asked, like Cas says.” He scrunched his overly straight nose and began to snore quietly. Y/N sighed, knowing she wouldn’t be able to move him on her own.

“Happy New Year, Chief.”

The next morning at breakfast, which was much more timely a lunch, Sam and Y/N found themselves sitting together in quiet, awkward silence. Castiel had made pancakes with extra bacon, because he remembered Dean always craved grease when he was hungover. The few hunters that lingered near the coffee pot made small talk and plans for their coming cases. Groups ready to get back out there with a hopeful glint that only January first could bring.

Y/N didn’t want to bring up the previous night, but it came glaringly back into focus when a fake sprig of mistletoe suddenly appeared above her head.

She shrieked and batted it away, “Get that thing away from me!”

Jack giggled behind their seats, “I thought you wished for a New Year’s kiss, Y/N?”

“Not now...” Y/N gave the young man a glare that could clear a vamp’s nest, but of course Sam had heard it all.

“Just not from me?” Sam asked in a croaking voice.

When Y/N finally looked back at Sam it was with a pained expression. He gave her a tight lipped nod, tortured but respectful.

364 days later

Dean ordered another round of drinks. “To all those we lost this year!”

The meager group took the shots before them as the bartender poured the next round with both hands.

“To the best damn friend a guy could ask for.” Dean drank again, biting back his grief.

“To Cas!” Y/N replied, finishing the toast.

Sam and Jack shared a sorrowful glance before taking their shots.

The bar filled with shouts as the ball dropped in New York City marking an hour out for the Kansas crowd.

“What a year,” Y/N leaned against the back of Jack’s stool.

“Are New Year’s celebrations always so bittersweet? Or is it just me?” Jack asked as he peeled the label from his beer bottle.

“It’s just the life, Jack.”

“Here’s to more sweet than bitter in 2020,” Y/N raised her glass to clink against Jack’s empty beer and Sam’s untouched one. Sam still looked at her like she hung the moon, Jack thought. But he knew that the moon fell into orbit long before Y/N’s birth. It was just another one of those expressions he found and clung to. The poetry of life, things that Cas would appreciate if he were here to share them with.

Dean sauntered back from flirting with a waitress and wished his small band of misfits goodnight, “Sorry, folks, but this smooth talker doesn’t have to hang around until midnight.”

“Be safe,” Y/N chided, leaning in for a quick kiss on his cheek. Jack joined in on the group hug and Sam chuckled as Dean dragged him in by the collar of his coat.

“Happy New Year, guys,” Dean gave a wink and a salute before he turned to follow his “date” to the door.

An hour and a half later, Sam heard a slight knock on his own door. He threw his shirt back on before opening it to find Y/N. He tried to put his hair back in place when she sighed and then brought her hand above her head. Her eyes closed and she stood silently, the nervous energy radiating from beneath the bundle of greenery.

“I thought you didn’t want my New Year’s kiss.” Sam whispered as his face hovered over hers.

“Well, maybe I don’t want another year like last year. What do you say?” She peeked with one eye, like a child cheating at hide-and-seek.

“Pretty please, pretty girl?” Sam crooned before she jumped into his arms at long last.

Five, ten, twenty; seconds were seconds and it was worth the wait.

They were both grinning idiots when they broke apart, gasping for air, but still trying to close the invisible distance between them. “You remembered your drunken ramblings from last year.”

“It was technically from the year before last, Y/N,” Sam corrected as she rolled her eyes. “Of course I remembered!”

“Happy New Year, Chief.”

His dimples greeted her like old friends.

“Happy New Year, Y/N.”

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