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superbadassnatural · 4 years ago

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The One With The Morning After

Summary: Y/N has to deal with the aftermath of a night filled with booze, sex, and questionable choices. Pairing: Dean x Reader Word count: 3,143 Warnings: mostly fluff, tiny bit of angst, a bit of smut, hangover A/N: this was written for @smol-and-grumpy’s awesome challenge “SuperFriends Tittle Challenge”. The prompt is the title of this story of course. Hope you all enjoy it!

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Few rays of sunshine struggled to get past the blinds and illuminate the room. As the warm light ghosted over your face, your eyes fluttered open. You blinked a few times before taking in your surroundings. A thin white sheet covered your body. You lifted it only to notice you were naked. You felt disgusting as if you had sweated the whole night.

Turning on your back, you noticed the guy you spent the night with was still there. He was on his side, his back to you. The sheet only covered his lower half. Fresh scratches covered his back. You didn’t have to put your tired mind through much thinking to know you were the one who caused them. As much as you wanted to see his face to at least have an idea if you had picked it right, you didn’t want to wake him and deal with the whole morning after thing. One night stands are good. You have fun and most of the time you get off. The problem was the morning after itself. Unlike most people, you thank god when you wake up and the guy has already left or when you wake up first and leave without explanation. The whole ‘it was good, I had fun’ was annoying. Every time you had to put an extra effort to not roll your eyes.

It was frustrating, to say the least when you didn’t even remember the guy’s appearance. You could only hope a glimpse of his face would come back to you. You took one last glance at him before getting up. You nearly choked when your eyes landed on the small scar on the side of his hip. There was no way in hell you wouldn’t recognize that scar. You were the one who stitched him up back then. Clothes formed a trail on the floor, you scooped them up and dressed as fast and as quiet as you could. Your heart was almost leaping out of your chest by the time you walked out of the room.

Outside of the motel, you allowed your breath to even and your heart to calm down in your chest. His car was parked only a few feet away. You ignored the shining impala and made your way back to the bunker. It wasn’t the first time you came to this particular motel so you knew the way.

It was early. Dean never wakes up before noon after a night at a bar. You had enough time to get home, shower, and take a nap before he came back. You could only hope he’d remember as much as you did. Nothing. The thought of ruining your friendship with Dean had your palms sweating. It was undeniable that you felt something for him. Those feelings were buried way too deep and throughout the years you learned how to live with them. He didn’t make it any easier on you though. Dean was constantly flirting with you. In the beginning, it was tough to be around him. Dean’s a flirt. Every now and then he’d give you his signature smirk and wink followed by a flirty comment. Although it caused a weak in your knees, you figured it was best to keep your feelings to yourself rather than risk losing him.

Arriving at the bunker, you made your way to the war room, hoping to find one of your best friends. There was no sign of Sam. You figured he’d either be on his morning run or making breakfast. It wasn’t even eight yet, so he must be home.

“Hey you,” you smiled, leaning on the fridge.

“Hey,” he greeted as he finished making his sandwich. “I didn’t expect you to be back already.”

“Yeah, I know. Just missed my bed I guess.”

“Dean’s not home yet. Did you hear from him?”

“Nope,” you were grateful he had his back to you and wouldn’t catch you lying.

“Do you want me to make you something?” He turned to you, hazel eyes widening as they roamed over your entire body. “You okay? You've been crying?”

“What? No, of course not. Why?”

“Your mascara or eyeliner, I don’t know, is a little smudged.”

“Oh,” your fingertips touched the skin under your eyes softly. You left in such a hurry that you didn’t even look in the mirror. “Guess that’s what happens when you sleep with makeup on,” you shrugged. “Alright, I’m gonna take a shower then take a nap. Trust me, I need it.”

“Okay, you do you.”

You headed straight to the shower. The need to wash off the guilt and fear of ruining your thirteen-year friendship grew stronger by the second. You could only hope those feelings would be dispelled down the drain along with the stink of alcohol and sex. The water felt good on your tired body. You didn’t take long in there though. Every cell in your body claimed to be in bed again. You needed at least two more hours of sleep to survive the rest of the day. That and being away from Dean for twenty-four hours both physically and psychologically. Mission impossible.

Your eyes fell closed the second your body hit the soft mattress. Memory foam hugged your limbs, lulling you to sleep.

The headboard banged against the wall. Your mind was in a haze of alcohol and pleasure. Dean’s groans sounded distant. His hands were all over your body. His thrusts were erratic as he searched for the final push. You arched against him, breasts pressed to his firm chest. He whispered soft praises against your skin as a wave of pleasure consumed you.

Your eyes shot open as you sat in bed abruptly. Beads of sweat covered your forehead. Pulling the covers off, you got up, making a beeline to the bathroom. You washed your face in an attempt to get rid of the images of last night. It was in vain. The mirror only reflected how screwed you were. As if the images and the sounds running wild in your mind weren’t enough, your cleavage was covered in hickeys. You closed your eyes and suddenly you were back in that cheap motel room.

Dean’s lips kissed and sucked every patch of skin they could. Your hand shot to his head, fingers tugging at his hair. He groaned against the curve of your neck. His lips descended to your collarbone. Dean marked your skin as his hand squeezed your breast softly. He drunkenly mumbled “mine” against you.

Shaking the memory away, you turned off the tap and headed to your room. It was early which meant you had high chances of not seeing Dean. You just needed to eat and take a pill for the pounding headache. Then you could come back and hide in your room for the rest of the day. Pulling on a hoodie, you made your way to the kitchen.

“You’re awake,” Sam greeted. “Thought you were gonna sleep for the rest of the morning.”

“Yeah, me too,” you sighed, turning on the coffee maker before grabbing some bacon in the fridge for you to cook. “I wanted to, but I had a bad dream.”

“Wanna talk about it?”

“Not really,” you shrugged.

“I found us a case,” he announced as you sat in front of him with a plate and a mug in your hands. “Omaha, Nebraska. I think it’s a spirit. A quick salt and burn will do it.”

“Good. When do we leave?” you asked, munching the crispy bacon.

“Tomorrow?”

“Okay.”

“And, uh, do you mind if it’s just you and Dean on this one? Eileen and I have a date tomorrow and uh-“

“Yeah, s-sure. I don’t mind going alone with Dean. I mean… Why would I mind? It’s not like we haven’t been on hunts just the two of us.”

“Y/N? Is everything okay?”

“Sure,” you tried to keep your voice as normal as you could, but failed miserably. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

“I don’t know,” he shrugged. “You’re the one acting weird.”

“Okay,” you sighed. “I need to tell you something, but you can’t tell anyone. Last night I didn’t come home because I was with Dean. After you left the bar, we had a few more drinks. A lot more. And we slept together.”

“Finally,” he breathed out and you gasped at his reaction. “I just don’t understand why you guys went to a motel instead of coming home.”

“The motel was closer and we were kinda in a hurry.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah,” you said as you finished your breakfast.

“Why didn’t he come home with you?”

“I panicked when I saw him sleeping next to me. I practically ran out of the room. I think he won’t remember a thing. At least I hope he doesn’t.”

“Why? You’ve known each other for thirteen years. You have feelings for each other for at least ten. I’m surprised it took this long for something to happen.”

“You don’t understand, Sam,” you shook your head. “I can’t ruin my friendship with him. I can’t risk that.”

“Of course you can. You’re just afraid.”

“Afraid of what?” Dean asked as he walked into the room. You nearly gasped. He shouldn’t be back already.

Dean was sporting a hickey on the right side of his neck. You felt your cheeks heat up at the sight of it.

“I’m afraid of spiders and I can’t kill them,” you said fast before Sam could say anything.

Dean only hummed, opening the fridge and grabbing a pot with overdue food. He put some in his mouth but spat most of it, grimacing. A chuckle left your lips at the scene.

“What you got?” he mumbled, turning on the coffee machine.

“Salt and burn. Omaha, Nebraska. Should be easy for you and Y/N.”

“You not tagging along?”

“Nah, got a date with Eileen,” Sam smiled.

“You’re finally getting some,” the older Winchester teased. “Y/N and I can cover it. We are a great team, right sweetheart?”

He gave you a wink. You wondered if he remembered anything of your activities the previous night.

“Right,” you clicked your tongue.

Dean grabbed his coffee and sat beside you. He stank of alcohol and sex. He should’ve gone straight to the shower but he didn’t. He was still in the same clothes as last night for crying out loud.

“Dude, you smell terrible,” Sam grimaced.

“That, Sammy, is the smell of a man who had a crazy night of hot sex. You should try it sometime.”

Fuck, he remembers, you cursed.

“You’re disgusting.”

“No, I’m not. It’s a shame I had what was probably the best night of my life and I don’t remember shit. Not even her face. She left without a note. She could at least have left her phone number somewhere. But she did leave this bad boy here,” he pointed to the purple mark in his neck.

You could only hope neither of them would notice your flaming cheeks. He was so close. You were afraid he’d take one look at your face and all the memories would come back to him. You were afraid he’d still be able to smell his scent ingrained in your skin.

“I do remember some things though. Hmmm, some really good things,” Dean nearly moaned as he closed his eyes and bit his lower lip. Sam quickly glanced at you, hazel eyes wide before staring back at his brother. “Whoever she was she surely knew what she was doing to me. Her body was trapped under mine as if she belonged there. Her hands all over my body, exploring it. Oh, and her skin felt so good under my touch. That I remember damn well.”

You fought hard to repress a moan. The words rolled out his tongue in a sensual song. Your thighs clenched unwittingly. Though you were as much aroused as you were embarrassed. He was saying all that in front of his brother after all. Sam didn’t want to know anything about Dean’s activities, but the look in his eyes told you he was having fun seeing you suffer.

“And she smelled good too. So fucking good. I swear that if I close my eyes, I can feel her touch. I can even hear her soft moans. What wouldn’t I give just to know her name.”

“Maybe you should try asking the bartender if he remembers her face or even her name,” Sam suggested and you kicked his foot under the table. “I’m sure he might remember something.”

“She felt absolutely perfect,” Dean completely ignored his brother. “The way her fingers tugged at my hair, making it hurt just a little. Then her legs wrapped around me and… fuck,” he growled. “That was mind-blowing. She clenched around me so tight-”

“Dude, too much information. You should keep that to yourself,” Sam interrupted his brother while you prayed neither of them had listened to the small groan that left your lips.

“All I’m saying is she was too fucking hot. I wished she could’ve had the decency of leaving me her number,” he sighed. “If you guys think this hickey is the only thing she left for me, you’re wrong. She might not have left a note, but she did leave some real sexy marks all over me. Hmm, I love it when they mark me up. So damn hot.”

“Dude-“

“And if I concentrate hard enough I can still taste her in my tongue,” Dean smirked.

“That’s enough, man. I’m gonna have nightmares for the rest of my life.”

Dean chuckled at his brother’s reaction and took one last gulp of his now lukewarm coffee.

“Excuse me, but I, uh, I’m gonna take a nap. I’m tired,” you hurriedly stood from your seat. “I’ll catch with you guys later.”

As you disappeared in the hall, Dean’s grin got even wider as he shook his head. Sam scoffed, realization dawned on him.

“You remember, don’t you?” Sam asked his brother, a smile on his lips.

“Every single detail,” Dean nodded with a smirk.

“Dude, you aren’t worth a penny.”

“What can I say? I love seeing her squirm.”

“You should go after her.”

“I am,” Dean said. “I’m just gonna give her some time to pull herself together.”

Sam nodded. Silence fell between the brothers. Each of them lost in their own world. Dean tried to come up with a way to approach you without making it weird. Sam tried to erase the images his brother put in his mind. The younger Winchester was sure he threw up in his mouth a little. Dean had given him a share of traumas concerning sex when they were teenagers and now this?

Dean got up from his seat and before he headed to your bedroom, he placed his mug on the dishwasher. He was about to leave the kitchen but stopped and glanced at his brother.

“You were the only one who didn’t score last night, Samuel,” he teased and Sam rolled his eyes.

Three soft knocks on the door startled you, dragging you out of your trance. Mumbling a “c’mon in”, you straightened yourself at the edge of the bed.

“Hey,” Dean smiled, peeking his head through the door.

“Hi,” you smiled, a thumping beat of your heart in your chest.

Dean made his way to your bed and sat just a few inches from you. His thigh brushing against yours.

“How’re you feeling?” He glanced at you but your eyes were fixated on the closed door.

“Really tired. You?”

“Exhausted. Don’t know if I should take a shower or a nap.”

“I think you need both,” you smiled as a chuckle reverberated in his throat.

“Yeah, you’re right,” he clicked his tongue, green eyes falling in his hands as he rubbed them together. “You know, I must confess that you did rock my world last night.”

“You remember?” You stared at him wide eyed only to meet a crooked grin on his lips. “Of course you do,” groaning, you buried your face in your hands.

“How could I ever forget?”

“We had a lot of drinks. A whole lot.”

“Yeah, guess I just needed to get my ass drunk to finally go after something I wanted.”

“Don’t do this, Dean,” you pleaded, staring into his forest green eyes.

“I thought last night meant something, you know? I thought it would change things between us for the best. I couldn’t believe I was the only one feeling something. Not with the way we look at each other and the constant flirting and the way we hold each other. Now imagine my disappointment when I woke up and you weren’t there.”

“Dean, I-“

“I thought you were gonna be there. I thought we were gonna talk and figure things out between us, but you didn’t even give me a chance. It felt as if you regretted it, as if what happened between us was a mistake,” his voice was low, barely upon a whisper.

“No, Dean, I don’t regret it,” you shook your head. “It wasn’t a mistake but we shouldn’t have done it.”

“Why? Why shouldn't we have done it? Give me one good reason why.”

“Because we are friends and I don’t want to ruin that.”

“We were never friends, Y/N. I feel something for you from day one. And I know you feel something for me too. Now you either-“

You captured his plump lips in yours. His eyes widened and it took him a second before kissing you back. His hand cupped your face, thumb caressing your cheek. The gentle press of his lips almost made your heart leap out of your chest. He pulled away a little too soon for your liking. Dean placed a small peck to your lips before resting his forehead against yours.

“Now I either what?” You giggled, opening your eyes and finding his still closed.

“I don’t know,” Dean chuckled. “Guess this changes things, right?”

“Mmhmm,” your hands were on each side of his neck as you pecked his lips.

“Good.”

“I hate to tell you but you need a shower.”

“Yeah, I do,” he said sheepishly, his hands were on your waist as he moved you to straddle his lips. “But I think you should come with me. You know, that whole save water, shower together thing.”

“Hmmm, I’ve kinda already showered.”

“Do it again. I promise you won’t regret it,” he smirked.

“I thought you said you hated shower sex. You said it was too complicated.”

“I don’t hate it. It is complicated though, but I’m sure we can work things out,” he grinned, standing up with you in his arms as you wrapped your legs around his waist. “‘Sides, you ought to see all the damage you caused last night.”

“You’re gonna be the death of me, Winchester.”

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xofanfics · 5 years ago

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Desire

Genre: angst, slight fluff, SMUT

Pairing: Reader x Wooyoung

Word Count: 5.5k

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Summary: You and Wooyoung have been friends for a year. When you start dating someone else, Wooyoung gets jealous. He decides that two can play that game.

You didn’t make it to the third date often but here you were. This man was older, more mature than you were used to. His name was Zane and he was a few years older than you, with a more established career, his own apartment and car. He checked off on most of your requirements for a man. You liked that he was stable and had his own things. He was independent and he radiated confidence, which you liked. But he wasn’t cocky and wasn’t into showing off the things he had. And you liked that, too.

Your friends said, “You’re so lucky to find a guy that has his shit together!”

You knew that you should be lucky. You were lucky to find a guy when the dating pool was less than desirable and when most guys just wanted one thing. But Zane never tried it with you. He never tried to take you home with him and he hadn’t even tried to kiss you.

Zane took you to your favorite Italian restaurant that night. You realized that Zane paid close attention to you. He remembered that this was your favorite restaurant from your very first date with him. You talked about a bunch of different things; about your college experiences, about your family and friends, and some random things that didn’t really matter. Zane was easy to talk to and he didn’t talk about silly things. He was the most mature guy you’d come across in a while, by far.

You enjoyed your favorite seafood pasta dish and after Zane finished his, he said, “This was good but I know a place that’s even better.”

You smiled and said, “Oh yeah? I’ll be the judge of that.”

Later, on the drive home, you asked, “Do you live far from my place?”

“Maybe around ten, fifteen minutes. Why?”

“I don’t wanna go home yet,” you said, looking at the clock. It was only a little after eight. As far as you were concerned, it was still early and going home now wouldn’t do the night justice. What would you do when you got home? Eat ice cream and watch Netflix in your pajamas? You at least wanted to be in the presence of someone else.

“Do you want to come over for a little while? We could pick up some dessert and some wine. How does that sound?”

You nodded. “That sounds good.”

Zane thought you were good company. You were smart, funny, and you weren’t materialistic. He’d come across women he felt were using him to go on dates and get drinks. And he’d come across women who didn’t have many opinions and had nothing to talk about. Maybe it was too soon to tell but he liked you a lot so far.

Hearing you say that you still wanted to hang out with him was music to his ears. He wanted to share more of his life with you. He hadn’t planned on bringing you over to his place tonight and he hoped that he had left his place decent enough to where you wouldn’t think he was a complete slob.

“Wow,” you said, looking out of the floor to ceiling windows. “You can see so much of the city from here.”

Zane chuckled, opening the bottle of wine he got from the liquor store near his apartment. “The view is the reason I decided on this place. I fell in love with it.”

You turned on your heel to face Zane. He took out two glasses and started pouring wine. “This is apartment goals.”

“I saved like crazy for the past two years,” he said. “You just have to work hard and save up. I made a lot of sacrifices, you know?”

“Yeah,” you said, “that’s why I’m living in the apartment I’m living in now...with a roommate.”

“Don’t worry,” he said, handing you the glass of wine, “it takes time. Just remember that it’s not a race.”

You sat on the barstool and took a sip. “What do you mean?”

Still standing in the kitchen, he said, “I feel like people in our generation feel like we have to compete with each other in everything. We think so much about who’s getting married, which Facebook friend got their first apartment, who has their dream job straight after college...We think about those things and don’t think about what’s realistic for ourselves.”

Zane wasn’t too much older than you but he was wise. And to be honest, you did feel like you had a lot of people to compete with. Here you were two years after graduation and you felt like you hadn’t accomplished much of anything. But he was right; What good was it going to do to compare yourself to people that went to your college?

Zane added, “Besides, looks can be deceiving. The person that just bought a car could be struggling to pay for it every month, you know?”

“You really are a wise guy,” you said.

He took a sip of his wine. “Wow, this is good.”

The two of you talked for about an hour. You laughed over the sweet wine and chocolate cake that you insisted on paying for instead of Zane. You’d been on three dates with Zane but it seemed like this date really gave you a chance to get to know him.

Zane was having such a good time that he didn’t even notice that it was almost midnight. He was feeling pretty tipsy and so were you. The bottle had been finished a while ago and he ended up moving to another bottle of wine that didn’t taste as good instead. You felt amazing, thanks to the wine.

You moved closer to Zane on the couch. You boldly said, “Your lips look so kissable…”

Zane grinned, flashing you a flirty smile. “So do yours.”

You smirked. “So why haven’t you kissed me yet?”

“I was being a gentleman.”

“I don’t care about that,” you said, pressing your lips to his. You kissed Zane and he kissed you back.

You ended up in his lap, tongues exploring each others�� mouths. His mouth tasted like chocolate and merlot. You pulled away from him for a moment, looking in his eyes. Zane said, “I wanted to do that all night…” You bit your lip as you felt his hard on from underneath you. “I’m sorry, you’re just so sexy.”

“I want you,” you whispered, your breath hot on his ear.

At that moment, all of Zane’s morals and goal of waiting went out of the window. He wanted to wait but he was being tempted by you while he was under the influence. He’d planned on kissing you but not quite like this. He hadn’t planned on getting in bed with you for a while down the road. It was because he wanted to respect you and get to know you better but the two of you were adults. Two adults consenting to take things a little further than a kiss wasn’t so bad, was it?

He didn’t know how far you were willing to go but you pushed him over the edge. Soon enough, you were taking off your clothes and helping him out of his. Then he went to get a condom and, before you knew it, you were bent over the couch, your fingers digging into cushions. And then you ended up in his bed, your legs spread wide as he thrusted into you until you both came undone and bursting at the seams. And with that, you felt bliss wash over you as you fell asleep in his arms.

You smiled to yourself as you walked up the steps to your apartment in last night’s outfit. You had a good time with Zane last night and you didn’t regret it at all. As you took out your key, you heard a familiar voice calling you from behind.

“Y/N?”

You turned and found Wooyoung standing across the hall; He’d just come out of his apartment. “Hey…”

Wooyoung chuckled, looking you up and down. You already knew what he was thinking before he even said it. “Looks like you had a good night,” he said, referring to the smudged eyeliner and mascara that you’d tried to get off this morning with Zane’s face wash. And judging by Wooyoung’s laughter, it hadn’t worked as well as you would’ve hoped.

You rolled your eyes. “Where are you headed?”

“Just to the store,” he said, putting his hands in his pockets. “Wanna hang out later? I’m kind of in the mood for a bar and some good chicken wings.”

You nodded. “Sure.”

“I’ll call you, then,” he said, heading down the staircase. You smiled and opened your front door. Your roommate, Lisa, was watching TV when you came in.

“Hey,” she said, greeting you. She sat up on the couch. “How was your date?”

You smiled, kicking your shoes off. “It was really good.” You plopped down on the couch next to her. “He’s a good guy.”

She raised her eyebrows. “But?”

You sighed. “Everything is good but it seems like there’s something missing…”

“Elaborate.”

“I mean, it’s like he’s perfect. He’s got his own place, a car, he has good taste in restaurants, and we have a lot in common,” you explained. “The sex was good, too, but I...I dunno.”

“He sounds like a dream come true,” she said, a confused expression plastered across her face. “An older guy with his life somewhat together unlike the rest of these guys…”

“I feel like maybe we don’t have a lot of chemistry.” You sighed. “It’s like there’s no spark...or maybe I’m just expecting too much.”

You liked Zane but there was something missing. The sex wasn’t mindblowing but part of it may have had to do with the fact that you were both pretty drunk. Could you even trust yourself to rate the sex when you had been that many glasses of wine in? You’d been horny and craving a man’s touch so badly that you practically attacked him. Though Zane didn’t seem to mind much, you felt a little embarrassed by your bold behavior.

You figured the next time you slept together, it should be sober. That is, if there was a next time. You liked him but maybe it was too soon to predict the future. Hell, you didn’t even know if the two of you would go further in the first place. When he dropped you off, he said that he wanted to see you again and that he’d text you later. It was promising, but it wasn’t a guarantee.

“Test him out a little more. I feel like one more date should do it.”

“Yeah,” you said, “maybe you’re right.”

All Wooyoung could think about was you. He couldn’t stand the thought of you being with another man. He’d laughed it off when he saw you coming back from what he assumed to be a one night stand but, to be honest, he didn’t think it was all that funny. He knew that he had no right to feel angry that you’d slept with someone. Hell, it was none of his business in the first place.

He’d been your neighbor for about a year now. You both moved to this apartment building shortly after graduating college. He moved here first and, one day, he saw you struggling to move your things into the apartment across from his. Back then, he thought you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. He watched as the loose strands of your hair blew in the wind, escaping from the bobby pins you’d put in them to hold your bun together. He watched you struggle from a distance for a moment before he worked up the courage to ask you if you needed help. And he ended up helping you move all of your things into the apartment; that was how you became close friends in the first place.

He felt himself getting more and more frustrated as he grabbed the things he needed from the convenience store. The truth was that he liked you and he didn’t know how to tell you. And it felt unfair that he wasn’t able to tell you even when you were dating around freely. And he felt stupid because he didn’t even know and the two of you were close. He wondered who this guy was and how many dates you went on and if you were starting to fall for him. Later, when he saw you again, he’d find a way to figure it all out before he went crazy.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, trying to decide whether or not these earrings went with your outfit. As you looked at the other choices laid out on the sink, you saw your phone light up. You saw that it was from Zane and you smiled. Just as you were about to type a reply, you almost dropped your phone when you heard a knock at the door.

“Are you ready yet? We’re not going to the club, you know,” he said from the other side of the door.

You opened the bathroom door, rolling your eyes as he came into your view. “I’m ready.”

You looked amazing. Who would’ve thought you’d look so good in such a simple, casual dress. And he noticed you were wearing that lipstick color he commented on a few weeks back.

He stared at you for perhaps a second too long as he took you in, triggering all of his senses. You smelled like a flower, freshly plucked from the earth. In his eyes, you looked like Heaven if such a place existed. Your innocent “I’m ready” sounded sweet like a chocolate covered strawberry. He’d never had the opportunity to touch you for more than just a second but if he had more time he was sure your skin would feel as soft as the clouds hanging in the sky. And if he could taste your lips he knew they’d be coated with that strawberry lip balm you always wore underneath the layer of lipstick that would surely come off on his lips if he had the opportunity to kiss you. And, GOD, if he could taste you down there he knew it would be like the sweetest of fruits.

You walked out of the bathroom and past him to grab your bag off of your bed. “See? I’m ready.”

Wooyoung followed you out of the apartment and you started walking toward the bar. On the way there, you didn’t mention the mystery guy you’d gone out with. In the past, you’d told him about the outings you’d gone on with guys from a dating app here and there. But you hadn’t mentioned this guy. What did that mean? Did that mean that you were serious about him or did that mean that it was too soon for you to mention without seeming crazy or obsessed? As much as it killed him not to ask you straight up, he held it inside. He’d ask you when and if the time was right.

You walked into the restaurant first. For a Saturday night, it was starting to get a little crowded. You and Wooyoung waited at the host counter. A woman approached you. “Hi. How many people are in your party?”

“Just two,” Wooyoung said.

She said, “There aren’t any tables open right now but there’s room at the bar if you don’t want to wait.”

Wooyoung looked at you for a decision. You said, “The bar is fine. I’m kinda hungry.” He nodded as the host pointed him toward the bar. Wooyoung took a seat at the furthest side of the bar and you jumped up into the barstool next to him. You grabbed the drink menu and started looking at the cocktails. You hadn’t been to this restaurant before but, as far as you knew, Wooyoung swore by it.

“Wooyoung?”

Wooyoung’s eyes shot up, away from the drink menu, and his eyes were met with his ex’s. “Soojin! When did you start working here?”

“About two months ago…”

Wooyoung turned to you. “Y/N, this is Soojin.”

Soojin, you thought, his ex girlfriend… He’d mentioned her a few times. Part of the reason they broke up was because she took him for granted and didn’t give him the attention he needed. So, he broke up with her. You knew that a couple weeks after that, she ended up apologizing to him. As far as you knew, he forgave her but you weren’t sure if they’d seen each other since then.

She said, “Nice to meet you,” with a smile. You had obviously never met her before but you got weird vibes from her. For some reason you couldn’t put your finger on, you didn’t like her. Maybe it was because you were being protective over Wooyoung since she didn’t treat him well while they were together. Soojin turned back to Wooyoung. “How have you been?”

Wooyoung nodded. “Good. I’ve been working. What about you?”

“I’m almost done with nursing school,” she said. “I’m shadowing at a small women’s clinic now. I’ve been working here to, you know, pay the bills.”

He smiled. “Wow, that’s good to hear. You’re almost done.”

“Thanks,” she said, flashing him a smile you were sure was more flirty than friendly in nature.

You decided to change the topic and pull the two of them apart as soon as possible. “So what cocktails do you recommend?”

“What’s your taste like?”

“Something sweet but not too sweet. Maybe a little fruity,” you replied.

“I’d recommend this one,” she said, pointing at the menu. Soojin looked at Wooyoung and added, “For you, I have something in mind. I’ll surprise you.” And there he was, smiling like an idiot. You were disgusted at how he was acting with her. It was as if you weren’t even here. And why did Soojin feel so comfortable flirting with him so openly when you could very well be his date?

She brought Wooyoung’s drink first, of course, with a sickeningly sweet smile that made you gag internally. When you got your drink, you and Wooyoung took a sip at the same time. To your dismay, Soojin stood there waiting for his reaction. She said, “What do you think?”

“It’s perfect,” he replied. “You know my taste.”

“We should order, shouldn’t we?” you asked. This seemed to get Wooyoung’s focus off of his ex’s tits and onto actually doing what he came here to do: spend time with you. Wooyoung finally ordered chicken and, at this point, you weren’t even sure if you were hungry.

On the walk home, Wooyoung sensed a negative aura coming off of your body. He said, “Are you mad at me?” You were so annoyed, you didn’t even answer him. You kept walking, looking straight ahead instead of looking over at him. Angry was definitely an emotion you felt. Anger, annoyance, and disappointment. “Y/N…”

You walked up the staircase to your floor, ready to go home and not have to see Wooyoung. “What, Wooyoung?”

“What’s wrong?”

“I thought we were going to get drinks and dinner. Instead, you were staring at your ex’s tits for an hour and flirting with her the whole time!”

“Why are you yelling in the hallway?” he asked, opening his door. “Let’s at least talk about it inside.” With a huff, you went inside and headed toward his bedroom. You plopped down on his bed as Wooyoung shut the door behind him. “Anyway, what’s wrong with that? I’m single, aren’t I?”

“You may as well have fucked her right there on the bar,” you said, rolling your eyes. “Did you have to talk to her throughout the whole meal?”

To be honest, Wooyoung wanted to make you jealous tonight. It was stupid and he didn’t have to go as far as he did but it felt good knowing that he could get under your skin like that. He felt empowered, almost. He was hurting and he took it out on you instead of being strong and confessing his feelings.

“I don’t want her,” he said, seconds from revealing his true feelings. Right now, he had courage. He finally had the courage to tell you how he truly felt.

Your eyes widened, in straight confusion. “Then what the hell was that? Was it fun for you?”

“I wanted to make you jealous,” he admitted, sitting down on the bed next to you.

You furrowed your brows in confusion. “What?”

“I’m in love with you,” he said, sighing, “but you’re dating someone else…”

“Are you serious?” Your friend nodded. You let out a laugh. “What? You were upset that I fucked someone else, so you decided to go out of your way to try to make me jealous?” You sucked your teeth. “See, the difference between you and me is that you went out of your way to make me feel like shit and I didn’t.”

Wooyoung bit his lip. He knew that he was wrong in the situation. He was a loser for doing this and for thinking that it was a good idea. His jealousy clouded his ability to make a decent decision.

“I’m sorry,” he said, unsure of what else he could say to you. “I was jealous when I saw you come in this morning because I’m in love with you...and knowing that you’ve been with another guy hurt.” He let out a deep sigh, beginning to feel more emotional. “And I know you probably don’t feel the same way but it’s been bothering me lately. I’m sorry you had to find out like this but I don’t want to hide it anymore...”

You didn’t say anything. This was a lot for you to take in. “How long has it been?”

“I liked you from the first day we met…”

You took your feelings into consideration. You didn’t know why you felt jealous that he was flirting with his ex. It would be annoying, you supposed, but why did you feel anger? Why were you feeling jealous? Wooyoung was single and could do as he pleased. So why had you felt overcome with jealousy tonight? Clearly, you had feelings for him that maybe you didn’t realize were there. You felt things being out with Wooyoung that you hadn’t felt with Zane. And maybe you were tipsy but attraction was attraction, right?

You said, “Kiss me?”

Wooyoung turned to look you in the eyes. He studied your face for a second. “What?”

“Kiss me so I know what I’m feeling is real…”

Wooyoung’s heart was seconds away from exploding. His heart raced in anticipation as he leaned in to kiss you and your lips met. And that was when you realized that all you needed was three seconds to know that you felt anything but friendly toward Wooyoung. Feeling his lips on yours, he was all you could think about. Zane became a distant memory, irrelevant in this moment.

Wooyoung couldn’t believe it. He’d finally gotten an opportunity to kiss you. Though this wasn’t how he’d pictured it, he was happy. The kiss only confirmed the feelings he’d kept hidden from you over the past year. He was in love with you and upon finally kissing your lips, he feel more deeply in love. He only hoped that you had feelings for him, too. Or, if anything, he hoped that you would come to have feelings for him eventually.

He didn’t want Soojin anymore. That chapter of his life had come to a close. And he wanted the next chapter of his life to be about you.

Wooyoung pulled away from you first, breathless. You said, “What’s wrong?”

He shook his head. “Nothing. This is perfect. You’re perfect…”

You kissed him this time, taking him by surprise. You tossed your phone to the side, leaving Zane’s text unread. Zane was a good guy, probably one of the nicest you’d met in a long time. But Wooyoung was making you feel things. Zane’s kisses, compared to Wooyoung, were lackluster. His lips didn’t feel like this.

Wooyoung went for your neck next. He planted soft, feathery kisses on your exposed collarbone and up to your neck. He took his time with you as you let out soft sighs at his touch. You placed your hand on his shoulder as he started sucking on your neck lightly. He felt you grip onto him a little more tightly as your body shivered. You bit your lip as the flames in your core started growing bigger.

You pushed him back gently and said, “I want you…”

Wooyoung smirked. You didn’t have to tell him twice. He was more than willing to give you whatever you wanted. He felt himself getting harder and harder as your hands reached for his jacket, peeling it off of him. Then you went for his shirt, pulling it over his head before planting a kiss on his lips.

You stood up from the bed, taking off your own jacket. Wooyoung leaned back on the bed as you stepped out of your dress. He watched you carefully as you stepped out of it slowly, his eyes on you like glue. You were left in your bra and panties and what turned him on even more was that they were black: his favorite color.

Wooyoung had never been more turned on in his life. He didn’t think he’d last very long, considering it was you. Wooyoung stood up and grabbed you by the waist. “You’re so sexy,” he whispered, holding your chin while looking into your eyes. Still looking at him, you reached for his belt and reached into his boxers for his dick. He shuddered at you touching it and gasped as you started stroking it. He wasted no time and pulled down his pants to make things easier.

“Fuck,” he whispered under his breath. He kissed you with his tongue as you stroked him slowly. He pulled away from you and pushed you onto the bed, covering your body in kisses. He kissed your lips, down to your neck, then your stomach. Wooyoung spread your legs apart, kissing your thighs. The feeling sent chills up your spine. He wrapped his fingers around your panties and pulled them down slowly.

He continued kissing your thighs before making his way down to what he wanted to taste most. You bit your lips as you felt his breath on you before he said, “You’re already so wet…” He kissed your lips, right outside your opening. Then he dug in like your pussy was his last meal. He licked up all your juices and started sucking on your clit like there was no tomorrow.

Wooyoung felt your body shivering and shaking from the intense pleasure you felt. And what made him even more excited was hearing you struggling to hold in your screams. He loved seeing you so vulnerable and how you so easily submitted to his tongue. You grabbed onto his hair, running your fingers through it as Wooyoung’s tongue pressed harder and more viciously into your clit. You’d never gotten eaten out like this before. Somehow, he was rough yet gentle. He knew exactly where you needed his tongue and when. You felt like you were going to explode as you moaned loudly and uncontrollably. You were so fucking close and you didn’t stand a chance being up against Wooyoung’s tongue.

A few seconds later, Wooyoung started licking you faster. And just when he thought it might be awhile before he made you come, you started screaming louder than before and your body started writhing and shaking with your orgasm. Your body jerked as he gave your pussy one final kiss. You sat up and leaned against the pillows, heavy breaths leaving your mouth.

“You taste amazing, Y/N,” he whispered, laying next to you. You looked down and saw that he was rock hard, still. You smiled and took your bra off. Wooyoung was so busy eating you out that he forgot all about your bra. Your breasts were perfect; the perfect shape and the perfect size.

“Touch me,” you said, still craving for more. “I need you, Wooyoung…”

He reached and grabbed onto your breasts, one in each hand. They felt like pillows in his hands. He gave them a gentle squeeze before running his fingers over your nipples. He flicked them and held them in between his fingers, pulling them softly. You sighed at the small gesture of pleasure.

Wooyoung ran his thumb across your arm. “Has anyone ever made love to you before?” You shook your head. You’d dated and had a boyfriend before but you couldn’t say that you’d ever made love. He climbed over you so that his face was inches from yours. He looked you in your eyes, to the point where you almost felt uncomfortable. But you couldn’t look away; you were throbbing for him.

Within a moment, your tongues met again and Wooyoung was pushing into you. He pushed in slowly, biting his lip and enjoying the feeling of your pussy wrapped around him. He cursed under his breath as he sunk into you, filling you completely. You felt like heaven, just like he knew you would.

This was the last place you expected to be on a Saturday night but there was no place you’d rather be than underneath Wooyoung. While he thrusted in and out of you slowly, he looked into your eyes. You’d never had a man be so gentle with you. You’d never had a man care this much. He lowered himself onto you, your stomachs touching. You wrapped your legs around him as he sunk more deeply into you and started rubbing against your clit. He kissed your neck as you moaned into his ear. He loved that sound. “Be as loud as you want baby…”

At this point, he didn’t care if his roommate heard or if the neighbors heard or if the door wasn’t shut all the way. All he cared about was making you come undone from underneath him. He pulled out suddenly and before you could whine about it, Wooyoung pulled you on top of him. You sunk onto his dick and you bit your lip as you got filled up. Now, facing each other in a seated position, Wooyoung could look into your eyes directly.

Before Wooyoung could start moving, you took it upon yourself to start bouncing on his dick. You used his shoulders to steady yourself and started moving up and down his shaft. Wooyoung’s lips parted, a groan spilling out. He watched your tits bouncing in his face and looked up to see your face, twisted in pleasure. You started moaning louder as you got more and more turned on. You put your finger in Wooyoung’s mouth and he sucked it, turning you on even more.

“Fuck,” you whispered. You changed your pace and started moving more slowly against him, grinding into him instead. Wooyoung moved his hips against yours, meeting you halfway to that sweet spot. Wooyoung wrapped his arms around you as the two of you moved faster.

“I’m so close, baby,” you said in between moans.

Wooyoung said, “Come for me. Come all over my dick, baby.” He didn’t have to tell you twice. You could feel your clit on fire as you exploded into an orgasm that racked your whole body. Wooyoung couldn’t take much more either. He gripped onto you more tightly, screwing his eyes shut. “Fuck, Y/N…”

“Come inside, Wooyoung.”

“Say it again,” he said, opening his eyes.

“Come inside me, Wooyoung,” you said, moaning. “Come in my pussy.”

Hearing you moan sent him over and beyond the edge. He grunted and groaned as he let his seed spill into you. His body stilled and he leaned into your shoulder to catch his breath. When he pulled away, you cupped his face in your hands before you kissed him. This kiss was slow and gentle.

“That was amazing,” you said.

Wooyoung nodded, breathless. “Yeah...it was.”

You lifted yourself off of him and went to the bathroom to clean up. Wooyoung came up behind you as you wiped yourself. He pressed kisses onto your neck from behind and looked at you in the mirror. “You’re so beautiful, Y/N…”

You smiled and turned around to face him. “I want to be with you, Wooyoung.”

He reached out for your hand. “Are you sure?”

You nodded. “My heart has never beat this fast before...”

“You know...when we met, I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” he said. “You were right in front of me and I couldn’t tell you how I felt.

You smiled again, wider this time, because for the first time in your life you knew exactly what you wanted.

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mollymauk-teafleak · 5 years ago

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There is a minor mystery for Juno to solve- why is Rita acting so strangely?

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Juno had known Rita for a very long time, he knew her better than just about anyone. So, quite some time ago, he had stopped trying to understand a lot of her decisions. There were some things that could only be chalked up as pure Rita-isms.

Something he hadn’t realised until recently, or at least hadn’t allowed himself to realise, was that following her crazy straw streams of non-logic would usually lead to a lot more fun than scowling or snapping at her would. He still felt a hot pinching sensation in the pit of his stomach when he thought about things he’d said to her in the past.

So for that and other reasons, when she came to him after their weekly family dinner, dragged his plate out from under his fork and told him they were gonna go to his room and get him dressed up nice, he didn’t immediately tell her to go to hell.

Instead he gestured with his fork at the plate, still with a good few mouthfuls of the moussaka he’d spent all afternoon making, and said, “I’m not done with that…”

“You can eat later, Mistah Steel,” Rita said immediately, stepping on the end of his sentence like he’d barely even spoken, “C’mon, let’s go to your room, let’s hang out! Like the old days, right?”

Juno narrowed his eye, not bothering to point out that they hadn’t hung out really in the old days, he’d been a sour asshole of a cliff face and she had been an undeservingly relentless tide of friendship crashing against him.

“Why exactly would I go get dressed up?” he put audible air quotes around the phrase, “We’re floating in the middle of deep space and will remain that way for the next three weeks.”

Rita’s eyes darted left and right before her grin increased another factor of ten, “I just think it’ll be fun! Who needs a reason, right?”

“Certainly not you…” Juno admitted, looking around at the kitchen.

Was it him or had the table cleared eerily quickly? Normally the crew lazed around, enjoying knowing their work for the day was done and the evening was entirely their own. He was used to Buddy lighting up the one cigarette she allowed herself per day, filling the air with a rich smell like burning flowers; he was used to Jet closing his eyes, folding his arms and leaning back in his chair, no one ever quite sure if he was asleep. He was used to doing the dishes with Rita, flicking bubbles at each other until Buddy calmly and fondly told them to quit before they turned the floor of her kitchen into a swamp. He was used to his boyfriend pulling him to rest against his shoulder and wrapping curls of his hair around his fingers, gradually getting more intimate and caring less about who was watching until Vespa would pretend to retch and tell them to get a room.

But it seemed like everyone had somewhere to be tonight, including his boyfriend. Nureyev was nowhere to be seen, which was passing strange. Juno had suggested they watch a movie together about now and he had seemed to agree but now he’d disappeared. Not completely unusual for Nureyev, obviously, but Juno somehow felt a little stood up, like a date left lingering at the bar.

“Fine, fine,” Juno sighed, “Whatever. Still don’t see what’s wrong with what I’m wearing…”

Rita looked down at his homemade tie dye shirt, the pyjama pants with the slack elastic, bright purple and patterned in cartoon bats that he’d been wearing since one not even memorable Halloween decades ago, the bed socks that didn’t match. She didn’t say anything which, for Rita, spoke volumes.

Juno pushed back his chair, rolling his eyes and walking towards his room. Behind him, Rita squealed and clapped her hands in delight before hurrying after him.

Nureyev wasn’t in there either, as Juno had been hoping. Not that they ever really hung out in his room, given that it was a tip and all the disorganisation gave Nureyev a headache. Juno thought that was kind of hypocritical, he’d seen the inside of that man’s pockets.

But he did have to admit, it was looking more and more like a teenager’s room as the days went by. It didn’t help that he hadn’t slept in here since he and Nureyev had gotten back together and now basically used it to store all the things he didn’t regularly need. The important stuff like his everyday clothes, his current book and his guitar were in Nureyev’s much tidier bunk. This was where he threw things he knew he wouldn’t need to put his hands on at a moment’s notice.

Like his wardrobe of nice clothes and fancy dresses, which Rita currently had the whole upper half of her body sunk into like she was going to end up face first in Narnia, spitting out snow.

“You got a lot of real cute outfits in here, Boss…” she called back, her voice muffled by netting and satin.

“Not your boss,” Juno yawned, flopping back onto the bed, sending a sheaf of files on jobs completed months ago tumbling onto the floor, “They’re mostly stuff for heists and the one date night a month me and Ransom get when we’re not stuck in the outer space ass crack of the middle of nowhere.”

“Nothing from the old days?” Rita hummed, reappearing briefly with a necklace wrapped around one of her space buns before plunging back in.

“You think anything from then is still gonna fit over my thighs?” Juno arched an incredulous eyebrow, “Nah, that all got left behind when we split from Mars. Besides...I dunno, I guess it wasn’t really my style anymore.”

Rita reappeared, looking like some kind of burrowing animal who’d made her nest in fabrics, “Oh I know, Mistah Steel. Cos you were kinda depressed back then, huh?”

Juno had to laugh wryly, “Yeah, I guess so. Or at least...I dunno. I was different, that’s for sure.”

Rita grinned and disappeared back into the wardrobe, “Now you got Misah Ransom. And you’re in love and happy.”

Juno felt himself blush and he suddenly became very interested in his fingernails, “I mean...I guess…”

“How about this one?” Rita burst out, holding a dress that was floor length and blue, glittering gently in the light.

Juno remembered it as soon as he saw it, it had been from a job at a Venusian casino. He’d spent the whole night with one hand idly stroking the skirts as they’d lain across his lap, he’d enjoyed the feel of it that much. As soon as he’d been presented with it, he’d thought of it as a slice of the night sky taken down and woven into a garment. He’d felt a little like a constellation come to life, he’d felt actually kind of pretty.

And, after they were back on the ship, Nureyev had disappeared under those skirts and made him feel beautiful.

Juno shook his head, “I still don’t see why we’re doing this but sure. That one works. There’s shoes to go with it somewhere in there.”

Rita found the shoes and a necklace and earring set that hadn’t been part of the original ensemble but matched very well. They were gold and gossamer thin, like the product of some jewelled spider, and they were studded part way along by miniscule stars. They looped and hung subtly, like Nureyev’s own earrings that he’d always admired.

“Aren’t you getting dressed up?” he tilted his head to fix the earring on better, looking in the small wall mirror that had come with the room, “I thought we were hanging out? I’m gonna feel like an ass looking like this on my own.”

He could see her reflection in the background of the mirror, she was checking her comms. Just as she’d done six times since they came in.

“Oh you won’t be the only one, Boss,” she said quickly, “I’ll get my gladrags on in a little bit.”

“Not your boss,” Juno sighed, “And fine, whatever. Though this is feeling more like a prank by the second.

“Not a prank,” Rita replied primly, “Just think it’ll make you feel nice. Does a lady good to beautify themselves every so often, y’know?”

Juno shared an exasperated look with his mirror self but he pulled out his old make up bag all the same. It was a mess, smeared on the inside with smudges of colour like a parrot had exploded inside it, and it’s chaos reminded him why he used Nureyev’s much more extensive supply instead.

Still, it was sort of fun, picking out shades that looked nice, playing with colour and shape. Nureyev always applied his make up too, doing it with one eye wasn’t impossible but it was harder. And he loved having his boyfriend so close, being the sole focus of every scrap of his attention. It made him squirm in a good way and often led to things that meant they had to redo the make up anyway.

But there was something fun about doing it himself too. It reminded him of being a teenager, one of the few fragments of that age that made him feel good, trying out the lipstick and mascara he’d shoplifted and suddenly feeling happy with his face in a way he never had, eventually finding words that could give him the same feeling. It didn’t have to look good, it didn’t have to be perfect, it never had. It made him smile all the same.

“That’s looking real pretty, Mistah Steel,” Rita popped up again, beaming like a proud older sister seeing her brother off to prom.

“It’s lopsided,” Juno grunted, focused on his eyeliner, “...but thanks.”

“You’re always looking real pretty,” Rita continued, her voice softening, “Does me good to see a smile on your face every day, Mistah Steel, it really does. You’ve always deserved someone like him, you know, someone who makes you smile and treats you right. I’m glad you found him and you worked out all the sticky bits and now you kiss and stuff…”

Juno turned to give her a look, “What’s with the misty eyes, Rita?”

“No reason!” she jumped, like she’d realised she was sliding down into something and busied herself looking at her comms again, her face a little tense like she was concentrating.

Juno watched her for a long minute, feeling the detective part of his brain stir. She was up to something, he could have seen that with his one eye closed. It was what she was up to exactly that he needed to find out.

“Say!” she bounced up to his side, taking his arm, “Why don’t we go up on the observation deck? Take a little walk? Maybe we can...oh! That’s it, we can take some pictures! Nice pretty pictures!”

Juno was too intrigued to argue, wanting to see where this was all going, “Why the hell not, huh? Me looking like a debutante and you still in your pyjamas. Why the hell not…”

Rita did blush, her eyes sliding down to the floor. But then she seemed to gather herself, the way he’d seen her do on so many late nights at the HCPD, so many cases that had seemed impossible, so many things he hadn’t thought they’d survive.

“Well what are we waiting for?” she grinned, tugging him up onto the kitten heels she’d found, “Let’s go see some stars!”

Again, the Carte Blanche seemed oddly silent. Juno could never forget that he lived with five other people, there would always be someone playing music or voices echoing down the halls as someone had a conversation. Jet hammering away or cursing as solder dripped on his fingers, Rita shrieking at some jumpscare in her show accompanied by the patter of popcorn hitting her bed, Buddy singing to herself as she brushed her hair out before bed, Vespa working late in the infirmary, knives and scalpels clattering out a sharp edged song as she sorted through them.

And Nureyev, always his Nureyev, humming to himself as he brushed out his hair, singing in the shower, stealing Juno’s book and laughing at the same bits he’d laughed at, talking away as he sewed. His voice, always part of Juno’s life, the constant reminder that he was there and close and Juno’s.

But it was like he and Rita were the only ones on the ship, in the universe even. There was only the click of his own heels and the gentle jangle of his jewellery, along with Rita’s heavy breathing which seemed to be getting more and more as they went along.

She was keeping something from him. Not something she did often but he could see she was practically bursting at the seams, about to explode in a fountain of confetti and probably an ear splitting scream. He was suppressing the urge to take a step back from her, just in case.

The Carte Blanche’s observation deck was right at the top, in the outermost of the ship’s bulged exterior. It required the climbing of a lot of stairs and a ladder, worming through the ship’s tightest spots, not exactly easy in heels and a long, swishing skirt. Harder even, seeing as Rita insisted on never letting go of his hand as she led him for some reason, her fingers warm in his own and trembling with the excitement she was trying to pretend wasn’t there.

If asked later, Juno would say it was because he hadn’t actually been a detective in years, it was no wonder his skills were a little rusty. That would be his excuse for why he didn’t realise what was happening until they reached the bottom of the last ladder and he heard the music drifting down.

It took him a moment to place it but once he did, he was there so completely it was like he’d slipped and ended up in another time. He was in a ballroom with towering ceilings and walls lined with impossibly expensive treasures. His dress wasn’t blue but gold and his heels were uncomfortably tall and Nureyev was beside him, slowly opening up to him over the course of an evening, ready to hear what he was saying. It wasn’t the high energy song they’d danced to, but the quiet, gentle song that had been playing as they’d ran as fast as they could back out into the night, laughter rising in their chest like champagne bubbles, a piece of a legend hidden under Juno’s skirts and his fingers wound through Nureyev’s.

Back in the moment, realigned in the here and now, Juno froze, a soft gasp escaping him.

Rita stopped, one of her feet on the rung of the ladder, turning back to him and seeing in a second what he’d realised.

“Oh no,” she moaned, her face falling into despair, “I told Mistah Ransom I’d keep it secret, I’m sorry, I knew I’d ruin it…’

Juno shook his head, squeezing her hand, “No, you’ve not ruined anything, Rita. He won’t be mad and neither am I.”

Rita looked at him doubtfully from behind her rhinestone encrusted glasses. He remembered the slow day they’d sat cross legged on his dusty office carpet and glued all of those little things on there. He’d found the bastards in the pockets of his coat for months afterwards.

“Are you sure, Boss? Cos you look kinda...pale? Like that ashy, not so good colour...”

Juno chuckled roughly, “It’s just a big deal, y’know? Everything kind of changes from this point. And I’m not your boss.”

Rita scuffed the toe of her sandal against the floor, “Maybe not as much as you think though? You’ll still have your thief and we’ll still live on this awesome ship like super cool space pirates. You’ll just get to call him something different!”

Juno considered that, feeling like he wanted to grin so hard his jaw would ache, his heart hammering against his ribs like it wanted out, “I do…”

“And...well,” Rita flashed her ten kilowatt smile, “If you wanna go steal Mistah Jet’s car and go drive off to Pluto together? We can do that right now. I got your back, Mistah Steel.”

Juno cackled, “Thanks, Rita. Maybe one day but for now...I think I’m gonna go in there.”

Rita nodded, making her space buns bounce, kissing his cheek lightly before starting back down the way they had come, “Sounds like a good idea to me. I’ll talk to ya later, Boss.”

“I’m not your boss!” Juno called after her, only realising when their voices were echoing together off the chrome walls that she’d mimicked him perfectly.

Juno chuckled to himself and faced the last ladder again, taking a deep breath. Another fragment of another time tried to press in, wanting to overlay itself across this moment, wanting to drag his thoughts in another direction. But Juno swept it away firmly. He would enjoy this. He would look back on this and feel nothing but joy.

Still smiling, he climbed, stepping up into the music.

Nureyev always paced when he was nervous. He was just so rarely nervous that many people didn’t notice.

But he was pacing now, rapidly walking the length of the observation deck, checking his comms over and over, watching the little digital numbers tick higher and higher.

Juno was supposed to be here two minutes and twenty seconds ago. That was what he had agreed with Rita, having to sit her down, hold her head and speak very slowly to make sure she was actually listening. It was all as meticulously planned as any heist the Aurinko crime family had ever pulled off, maybe even more so because this was his plan. He’d constructed this, down to the second, and he’d selected his partner carefully. He had a lot of faith in the little hacker, at least in how much she wanted Juno to be happy. He’d laid it all out for her at a table in the nicest restaurant he could find during their last stop planetside, he’d run her through every step and sub-step, every contingency plan. After she’d cried happy tears into her wine for an hour.

But now, right at the most important moment, it was falling apart. He was in position, with the music playing and the candles flickering like some of the stars outside had come loose and settled on every available surface. He was dressed impeccably, in the outfit it had taken him two weeks to decide on. It was part way between Duke Rose and Rex Glass, sleek and sophisticated but softer than he would dress for a job. He didn’t want armour for this, he wanted to be vulnerable. He wanted to wear things that would remind Juno of everywhere they’d been and every step that had brought them here. He even had sunglasses perched on his head as something of a joke.

He was as ready as he was ever going to be, sweating under his silk and mouth dry as a bone behind his perfectly lipsticked smile. But he had no Juno.

A million rationally unlikely but impossible to shake off theories vied for his attention. Nureyev knew they’d talked about this at length, he knew Juno’s past, he knew how he’d been hurt. He had been completely ready to accept that this was never something he’d want.

But he had also believed him when he’d taken his hands, a hundred nights ago now, and said this was okay. That one day, at some shining point in their future, Nureyev could ask and he would answer.

Nureyev knew that. He told himself that over and over but the possibility that Juno might have bolted was lurking in the back of his mind now, a shadow on a wall that kept catching on the corner of his eye. Maybe he’d been wrong this whole time, maybe he’d heard only what he wanted to hear. Maybe he’d dreamed the whole damn thing and was about to wake up alone in a hotel room in Hyperion City.

Four minutes now. Nureyev pressed his fingertips to his temples and willed himself to calm down. There was no time to spiral, he had to keep his feet on the ground. Losing his head had never done him any good, only telling himself he was in control until he willed it so had ever worked. If he told himself all was well then it would be, even if Juno never turned up, if he never turned up…

“Nureyev?”

His voice was soft but Nureyev would have picked it out from thousands. His heart was in his throat as he turned, a soft breath leaving him as he saw the lady life had rewarded him with, in spite of everything he’d done.

Juno looked beautiful, wearing his blue, star studded dress, a number Nureyev wasn’t likely to forget after how the night had ended the last time he’d worn it. His face was done up but it was everything underneath that made Nureyev stop, the scars and the badly healed breaks and the lines. Everything that reminded him it wasn’t a goddess he was looking at, it was something so much better. A human person, broken and tired as he was, who by some miracle loved him as much as he loved them.

You couldn’t spend the rest of your life with a goddess, after all.

It only took a second before Nureyev realised what that coy, lopsided smile meant. He knew. And a heartbeat later they were both laughing.

“I’m sorry,” Juno managed to get out in between his wheezing laughs, bracing on his knees, “I’m so sorry, go ahead, pretend this didn’t happen. Do your thing.”

Nureyev had his arms wrapped around himself, like he needed to physically hold it together, giggling madly, “Nothing ever goes right for us, does it?”

“No,” Juno admitted, finally straightening and wiping at his eye, “But I like that. We’re consistent if nothing else. But seriously, pretend I’m not a complete idiot, go ahead.”

“You’re not,” Nureyev smiled crookedly, taking a deep breath and brushing down the front of his suit, though it was as spotless as ever, clearing his throat before asking, “May I have this dance, Mr Steel?”

Juno smiled bright as a sun and held out his hand, “Thought you’d never ask.”

Nureyev had been trained in every kind of formal dance found on any solar planet, he knew every step, every combination, and he could move through them with grace and poise, every limb extending perfectly like he was underwater. Juno clearly had a scant fraction of that knowledge but what made the difference was he danced like he enjoyed it. He didn’t dance to perform, he didn’t dance for other people’s eyes. Clearly, he danced because it made him smile. And the smile he gave Nureyev as they danced across the observation deck, silhouetted before a galaxy, was beautiful enough to hurt.

It felt for a moment like they were dancing through the last decade. As the pink light from the cluster of gas and stars shifted, Juno’s face changed and Nureyev saw all the versions of his love that he’d known. He saw a scared and bitter detective who’d wanted him to save him but wouldn’t let it happen. He saw the man who’d fully intended to die for him. He saw the man who had held him and promised him his heart, only to snatch it away at the last moment so he wouldn’t see how cracked and scarred it was. He saw the man who’d bared everything to him after knocking on his door, with mascara smudges in the corner of his eyes, and made Nureyev want to stay for the first time in his life.

Nureyev couldn’t bear it any more. He stopped, dipping Juno carefully in his arms, pressing a feather light kiss to his lips so he didn’t overbalance them. Juno was laughing again as he righted them, knowing what was coming, tears already beading on his eyelashes.

Smiling softly, the thief sank to one knee and produced the ring he definitely hadn’t stolen, seemingly from thin air but actually from his pocket.

“Juno Steel,” he murmured, not seeing the point of flowery language, not right now, “I love you more than I have ever loved anyone in the whole Universe. Will you marry me?”

It was an old ring, something he’d picked up at an antique shop the last time they had been on Earth, the only planet old enough to actually have antiques. It was simple, winding silver arms holding a small diamond, nondescript so he would never have to take it off no matter what job they were on. It had a deep sense of history to it, a piece of living proof that everything difficult in their lives, everything that had hurt them, couldn’t take away the future they had in front of them. Things kept moving forward, they always had.

Juno gave a little sob when he saw it, the kind that was kind of a laugh too. He held out his hand, nodding hard, “Yes. Yes, Peter Nureyev, I will marry you.”

Before the ring was even fully on his finger, he was crashing down onto his knees to kiss him, throwing his arms around Nureyev’s shoulders. They were laughing again because how could either of them have imagined it would end like this?

“I love you,” Juno gasped, kissing him hard in between bright bursts of laughter, “I love you, I love you, god damnit, I love you…”

“Fool,” Nureyev breathed, smiling, tears running down his face and not caring, “And I love you too.”

They wouldn’t be able to do it officially of course, Nureyev didn’t really exist and they were all living outside of the law and very much wanted by several different authorities. It would be something more performative, Buddy as their captain performing the rights in something of a space age matelotage, just their little family to witness it. But it would mean everything to them.

And Juno knew exactly who his maid of honour was going to be.

#jupeter #tpp #the penumbra podcast #juno steel #peter nureyev #tpp juno #tpp nureyev #tpp rita #rita #junoverse #juniverse #proposal #just some wholesome gayness tonight #and some good good Juno and Rita friendship

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imaginingthebands · 5 years ago

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More Than You Know part 4

Sun filled the small opening of the fort. It was bright and warm on my legs. I went to rub my eyes but my arms were trapped under Chris, who had wrapped his arms around me and had me pulled against his chest. He was snoring softly, still asleep. My heart raced and I hoped that it wouldn’t leap out of my chest. Chris looked so peaceful as he slept. How anyone could think he was scary was beyond me. He literally was the kindest, sweetest human I had ever met. I sighed softly; I could live in his arms forever. I felt him stir and I looked up at him as he opened his eyes. He smiled sleepily and then realized he was holding me. He awkwardly moved back and ran a hand through his messy hair, “Sorry, I uh..” he chuckled nervously. “It’s ok, you’re pretty comfy,” I giggled. Chris, the guy who always seemed so confident was so nervous looking right now. Maybe Rose is right, maybe he does like me.. Or maybe I’m just reading too much into it. I’ve woken up cuddling Rose before when she’s spent the night so it’s not like that’s a thing that never happens.. “Do you.. Do you want some breakfast? I can make something or we can go pick something up and go sight seeing if you want,” he offered as he sat up. I grinned, “I wanna see you cook!” Chris smirked, “You have no faith in me do you?” “Not one bit,” I smiled. Shaking his head, he climbed out of the fort and said, “Well be prepared! Because I can make some damn good eggs!” As you followed him to the kitchen your eyes traveled down his tall body. You studied every tattoo until you happened to notice something that caught you off guard. You let out a small giggle and he turned around, “What?” he asked. You just grinned and said, “Oh nothing, just happy to see you too.” Chris’ face drained as he realized what you meant. “I-uh, I’m gonna get dressed first I’ll.. be right back,” he said embarrassed. He quickly walked away to his room to change, leaving me in the kitchen. I smiled to myself. Maybe he does like me.. When Chris came back, he was in a pair of black jeans and a white and black stripped sweater. He smiled awkwardly and pointed to the fridge, “I’ll make the food now,” he said with a chuckle.

“Chris?” I said lightly; my heart racing. Was I really about to do this? Oh God, I really was.

He turned to face me, his chocolate eyes were bright and filled with curiosity. “Look, I’m sorry..” he started as he looked down at the milk he was holding. I cut him off, “Chris.” He looked back at me nervously. Did he think I was upset with him? “I’m not.. It’s fine,” I said with a small laugh. He looked relieved. “I just.. I can’t help but think.. I don’t want to.. Fuck I’m no good at this,” I laughed. My heart was about ready to jump out of my throat as my stomach felt like it was doing flips. Chris looked confused as I stumbled over my words. Oh God, I’m about to word vomit and ruin everything in two seconds. “I just was curious how you felt about me is all because I wanted to know if I was just being dumb and over thinking little things. I also didn’t want to bring it up because I didn’t want to look like an idiot if I was and ruin our friendship because I think you’re a really amazing person Chris. I just-” Chris smiled and set the milk down and took two long steps over to where I stood. He wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me into him. I gasped as his lips crashed against mine. His right hand found my cheek, which he slowly caressed as he kissed me hungrily. I press my hands into his chest and kissed him back. Everything around us seemed to disappear. All I could feel was the heat of his body against mine, his lips trailing my neck and him pulling me closer. I let out a small sigh. Oh my god.. Best decision ever.

Chris pulled away slowly, his forehead pressed against mine. His thumb gently caressed my cheek once more. His eyes were full of hunger and could pierce through my soul. “I knew the day that I caught you in that hotel that I needed you in my life. I knew that I needed to know who you were. What if I told you that I planned seeing you that night? When we saw you and Rose going to the pool. There was something about you.. I had to see you again. I didn’t know, was just how badly I needed you,” he said lustfully. “I want to be the one you think of each day when you wake up and the one you think about before you fall asleep. I want to be the one who is always there for you through the good and bad. I want to be the one protecting you and loving you. You are so amazing and I don’t think you even see it.” He bit his lip softly and my breath caught in my throat, “I want to be the one loving you. I want to hold you at night, and wake up next to you. I want you to be mine. I want to be the one that you share everything with. You’re all I can think of, you consume my every thought. I was terrified to say something because I didn’t want you to think that I just wanted you for a night of fun. I want everything about you,” Chris breathed before leaning down and softly kissing me. I kissed him back, pressing into him. Chris pressed me into the cabinets behind me and I could feel his length against my leg. I could tell how bad he wanted me, but he pulled away after a moment. He brushed my hair behind my ears and looked down at me as he gently took my hand and placed it back on his chest above his heart. I could feel his heart beating fast, “Persephone, would you please be mine?” “Of course,” I said softly. Chris smiled before leaning down to kiss me, pulling me against him once more. He lightly bit my lip as he pulled away, burying his face into my neck. I could feel him smile, “Is this the part where I give you a pomegranate so you can’t leave me forever?” I giggled.

After we managed to tear away from each other long enough to make breakfast, we decided we were going to go to the aquarium. I walked to the room I was supposed to be in while I was here and dug around my suitcase for a change of clothes. My head was still spinning from this morning and I felt like I was floating through space. Chris was my boyfriend now! And the way he asked me, I smiled just thinking about it. God, he was so intense when he was kissing me. I almost wish it went further than what it did. But I suppose that’s a bit much on the first day here. Giggling to myself, I made my way into his bathroom and got changed. Pulling my hair back, I did my makeup quickly. Some black eyeshadow smudged just right with eyeliner wings so sharp I could cut my enemies with them. I smeared burgundy eyeshadow just under my waterline to make my eyes pop. Mascara made my eyelashes look fake almost but in just the right way. I lined my lips with a blackish red liner and then applied my favorite Limecrime lipstick-Bloodmoon. Chris knocked on the door, “When did you want to go Seph?” he said. I opened the door and his eyes widened a bit before he smiled at me, “Wow.” “What?” I said with a nervous laugh. “You are so bewitching,” he said as he strode over to me. Wrapping an arm around my waist, he placed a hand against my cheek. My breath caught in my throat as I felt the same excitement from earlier. He gently kissed me, teasing almost with his lips just barely brushing against mine. “Are you ready?” I pouted and Chris looked at me amused, “Yes?” “You’re a tease Cerulli,” I huffed as I grabbed my jacket. He grinned, “I’ll be downstairs waiting.” As he turned and walked down the stairs I couldn’t help but smile.

Ten minutes later, we were in his car, on the way to the aquarium. I was excited to look at all the fish and reptiles. Chris was purely amused by my excitement. “Do not underestimate my love for aquariums. I could spend the rest of my life in one. And zoos! Ugh, I love them but I wish they had more room and freedom.” He chuckled as he pulled into a parking spot. He got out of the car and came to open my door for me but I was too quick for him. Chris held his hand out for mine and we walked inside hand in hand. He paid for our tickets and we walked over to the first area we saw. I couldn’t contain my excitement. Ever since I was a child, I had loved looking at fish and watching them swim. I was terrified of them being near me when swimming in a lake, but I loved looking at them from a distance or in tanks. Some where so colorful and beautiful, and others were so creepy and interesting. As soon as we turned I saw the jellyfish. I inhaled sharply, “Chris!! Can we go over there please?!” I asked excitedly. Chris grinned and nodded as we hurried over. I stared in awe of their beauty. They had always been my favorite. I was barely aware of Chris smiling at me as I watched them move about the tube like tank they were in. “So safe to say you really like jellyfish?” he questioned. I turned and nodded shyly, “They are so beautiful! Fragile looking yet dangerous. Like me when I’m ignored,” I joked. Chris chuckled. “They are beautiful, but nothing comes close to you,” he said as he pulled me into him by my hips.

After about an hour, we had made our way through the whole building and took lots of pictures of the fish and of each other. As we climbed in the car I giggled, “I can’t believe we got photobombed by an octopus! That was awesome!” He grinned, “It came down from the top of the tank so gracefully!” We picked up food on the way back to his house and debated on what movie we were going to watch tonight.

“Sweeney Todd?” I suggested, “Hmm… I don’t know…” he pondered. “Please,” I said like a child begging to stay up past their bedtime. He smirked, “I suppose, but only if you’re good.” I beamed at him and sat back in the seat. Chris parked the car, and led me inside. We got some blankets and plates and sat on the couch to eat and watch Sweeney Todd.

“I feel you, Johanna. I feel you. Do they think that walls could hide you? Even now, I’m at your window, I am in the dark beside you. Buried sweetly in your yellow hair, Johanna.”

I lay snuggled into Chris with a hand on his chest and he rest one arm over my side and held his other hand over mine on his chest. He was warm and smelt like cinnamon with a hint of freshly baked pumpkin pie. Breathing him in reminded me of walking through my grandmothers house during fall. I smiled to myself as I thought of fall approaching and all the things Chris and I would get to do when he wasn’t touring like carving pumpkins, going for late night walks and getting lost together. I wanted to swim in the scent of him. I snuggled closer and felt Chris slightly grab just above my hip. It sent a shudder of desire through me. Fuck, not even one day and he found one of my spots! A little sigh escaped my lips and I snuck a glance up at Chris who was smirking down at me, “Did I find something?” he asked as he squeezed the area again. I lightly grabbed his shirt and he chuckled. He turned back to the movie, but not before I could lean up and kiss him. I quickly moved so I was straddling him and reached behind him as his tongue slid in my mouth. I grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled lightly, smirking as a small moan escaped his mouth. He reached down and grabbed my hips, pushed me down on him as he moved up. “Is this ok?” he asked between kisses. “Yes,” I whispered slightly out of breath from how needy our kisses were. Chris picked me up like I was nothing and held me against him. He carefully set me down near the stairs. “Shall we continue this upstairs?” he asked looking down at me. His eyes were hungry like a lion stalking its prey. I grinned and bit my lip, “What’s the safe word?” I quickly turned and booked it up the stairs. I could hear Chris laughing as he slowly followed. Something about that turned me on even more.

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shookethbrooketh · 6 years ago

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seven days

day two: part one

summary: dan is stuck in the wrong timeline. one day, he kisses phil goodnight. the next morning, he’s completely alone. he doesn’t even recognize where he wakes up, and little details in the world around him have changed. he has no clue what’s happening or where to go next in an effort to fix it; all he knows is that he has to find phil.

genre: sci-fi, a lil bit of angst, happy ending

warnings: none (for now)

fic word count: 4.3k chapter word count: 2.3k

written for the @phandomreversebang ! inspired by the awesome moodboard/edits by @maybeformepersonally ! beta’d (beginning to end) by @i-might-just-leave-soon !

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Sadly, however, there were a few things Dan didn’t know as he dozed off that evening. He didn’t know about the reminder on the phone he’d neglected all day making sure he, or the him that used to live in this timeline, didn’t forget about his first day on the production of Queer Eye. And he surely didn’t know that while he slept, as the clock struck midnight, the world began to change around him. It was like he slept in a protective bubble, holding him in place as the timeline disassembled and reassembled around his body. At 12:01, his entire universe had changed once again. Dan slept through that night in bliss ignorance until he was woken up and his world turned upside down once again.

“Daniel!”

“Hmm?” Dan blinked his eyes open, and before he had time to rub the sleep out of them, he spasmed into an upright position, hitting his head on the back of the bed frame.

He found himself in a hotel room with a man in overly done makeup standing over him. Everything from the day before rushed back to him, and it took all he had not to shout out, “Who the hell are you?”

“You need to start getting ready for VidCon! Your meetup is today!” the man shouted at him. His voice was loud and shrill, and Dan would have given money to not have to hear it.

“Okay, okay, give me some space!” he moaned, pushing the man back a little bit.

“Alright, just be ready in an hour,” the man said, leaving through a door into a conjoined room.

“An hour? Who needs an hour to get ready?” he asked himself, wandering into the bathroom. “Oh, FUCK!” Dan shouted, taking one good look at his face in the mirror. It was caked in makeup, but it had clearly been a bit smudged by sleep. “Oh, no,” he breathed, fear entering his confused mind. He rushed to find a phone back by the bed and ended up seeing an iPhone XR. “Shit, that’s gotta be expensive,” he said, opening it immediately with facial recognition. Immediately he found and opened YouTube and went to his own channel, something he was more than used to doing in his normal life. What he found was exactly what he feared: he was this timeline’s James Charles.

Dan groaned, rearing his head back to the ceiling. “I don’t know how to do makeup!” he muttered, dragging himself back into the bathroom. On the sink was a collection of at least 15 different types of makeup. “That explains the one-hour wakeup call.”

His eyes darted back and forth from blush to mascara to eyeliner to foundation as if looking at them each enough would show him what to do with them. Finally, an idea struck him. Unless YouTube was a completely different beast in this timeline, “Daniel Howell makeup tutorial” would be a fruitful search. It only took him a few seconds to find someone to teach him how to do his own makeup routine, and he was on his way.

It took Dan about half an hour to do the makeup, and he was quite thankful that the Dan whose body he’d woken up in was wearing makeup already because if he hadn’t it would have taken him twice as long or more. He threw on some actually mildly tasteful clothes and grabbed his VidCon badge; at least he knew how to live this person’s life.

Ready to go with twenty minutes left, Dan sank back into “his” bed and put his head in his hands. “Why the hell am I in another timeline?” he said, stressing a word every now and then just to exasperate his anger. “I’m never gonna find Phil at this rate.”

He closed his eyes, attempting to hold back tears. He was sure a rich makeup YouTuber would have waterproof makeup, but he wasn’t willing to take that risk. Thousands of separate thoughts were running through his head, each of them desperate, but one stood out over them all: Dan did not want to go to VidCon.

VidCon was one of his favorite places; it legitimized all his life choices and made him feel as if he was truly valued by the world. However, he’d never been to a VidCon without Phil in his life, and he didn’t particularly want to. He had fantasies about this VidCon--doing a meetup with Phil with both of them out and proud, hugging their fans tight and supporting them the way they supported the two of them--but now that was all gone, and he was left with a pound of makeup on his face and a bunch of people who didn’t even know him for who he truly was.

His “friend” and apparently manager, whose name he eventually learned was, ironically, James, retrieved him and led him to the venue. He was lucky for that; he obviously hadn’t been told ahead of time where the meet and greet was, and between his height, his makeup, and his assumed fame, he had a feeling it wouldn’t be wise to mingle with the fans to find directions.

“Aight, you’ve got a few minutes until the meetup; you can hang out here,” said James, leaving him in a sort of a green room. There was a wall in between them, and he could still hear the screaming fans. He’d never met fans alone before, and he was honestly a bit scared, especially without knowing what sort of fanbase the him of this timeline appealed to. He spent an immeasurable amount of time in his own head, searching aimlessly for something to calm his nerves. If only Phil were there with him…

Suddenly, a thought hit Dan. Maybe Phil was there with him. He’d yet to research the Phil of this timeline, so there was nothing telling him that he wasn’t still a YouTuber or that he wasn’t just halfway across the convention center. Dan whipped out the phone in his pocket and searched “Phil Lester” on Twitter for a second tie, and deja vu struck as he once again came up empty handed.

“Damnit!” he cried out, but he had no time to mourn, for James had just thrown open the door and informed him that it was time for the meetup. Dan, taken by surprise, threw his phone down and jumped up. “Cool, let’s go!” he responded awkwardly. James furrowed his brow for a moment before eventually deciding to ignore Dan’s odd behavior and simply turning on his heel and leaving. Dan took a deep breath and followed, leaving in the opposite direction in which he came in, and he found himself behind a classic meetup photo background. This, at least, was something he was comfortable with. He put on his performer’s smile and stepped out from behind the curtain.

Dan had certainly endured screaming teenage girls before; after all, he’d done two tours full of them. But this was a completely different animal entirely. It took all of his strength to smile and wave rather than double over with his hands over his ears. At this point, Dan was losing hope that his otherworldly counterpart wasn’t involved in some ridiculous controversy.

At that moment, it dawned on the theatre kid still dwelling inside him that he probably should have researched his role before stepping out onstage. He was meant to put on a face and pretend to be someone else, and he hadn’t even a clue who he was to be.

Before he even had enough time to think, the first fans were stepping up to meet him. Now, Dan had done over a hundred meetups, and even on his worst days, he’d always been attentive to each fan and been careful to make each one’s time the best thirty seconds to a minute they’d ever had. This time, however, was a bit different.

Sure, he tried his best to act normal, but he quite simply wasn’t. He felt as if he was a fraud, given that technically he sort of was. No matter how much effort he put forth, these people were getting cheated out of meeting their idol. Well, hopefully they’d never know the difference.

As a general rule of thumb, Dan had decided to go through the meetup emotionless. This was a bit difficult, as he and Phil had planned to, in their VidCon meetup, connect more emotionally to their fans, especially their LGBT+ fans, than ever before. But these people weren’t really his fans, and it was difficult for him to emotionally invest himself in speaking to people who didn’t really love HIS videos. Besides, he needed to keep his eyes on the prize: get through this meetup, then go back to looking for Phil.

As the queue moved closer, he noticed one black-haired head sticking out above the others. His eyes widened, and his eyes focused on the back of a head facing someone else in the line. “Hi!” someone shouted, and his attention was forced back to the fans meeting him at that particular moment. Suddenly it became even more difficult for him to focus on the fans; he had to see the tall, Phil-like man’s face, but every time he looked up the man was facing the other direction. He felt as if the world refused to let them near each other, even though the chances that it was actually Phil were little to none.

Finally, he reached the front of the line, and the girl he’d been engrossed with conversation in poked him. “It’s your turn!” she whisper-screamed, and he jumped.

“Oh!” he exclaimed, absentmindedly turning forward, and Dan’s heart skipped a beat. Sure enough, the face looking back at him was the face he’d fallen asleep beside every night for nearly nine years. The only difference: the man on the other side was none the wiser.

“Oh my goodness, hi!” he squealed through a broad smile. Dan was almost taken aback by it; the Phil he knew wasn’t exactly a squealer, and he definitely didn’t have an American accent. He was quite the different Phil, but he certainly was Phil; there was no doubting it. Phil started speaking again, his words slurring together with nerves. “Iknow it’s sorta odd for youta meet afan who’sactually older thanyou but I hope you don’t find me tooweird…” he trailed off, clearly absolutely terrified to be speaking to Dan.

At this point, time seemed to completely stop. Dan had seen Phil like this, sure, but never for something as simple as a meetup. It completely blew his mind to watch Phil absolutely lose it over the chance to meet him. Phil, the man who he’d known for ten years. Phil, the man who he’d kissed countless times. Phil, who was supposed to be standing beside him on the other side of the meetup, was instead sweating through his clothes because he loved Dan so much. Inside his head, Dan chuckled. He had no idea.

And Dan had no idea how to respond. There was no response to the person you love more than anyone or anything else in the world completely forgetting you. He wasn’t really sure what to do except for what he always did.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, I promise,” he said, wrapping his arms around Phil. This wasn’t abnormal, as he’d done it for every fan thus far, but this time, it lingered a little longer, and it started much sooner than it should have. Still, he kept Phil close for more reasons than he could even begin to identify. Just having Phil there comforted his woes from the last day and a half, filled him with the love he’d always felt from Phil, and encited pure fear in him that he’d never see Phil again, all at one time. Finally, after what felt like only a millisecond but was clearly too long to be appropriate for a creator meeting a fan, Dan released Phil, and he was relieved to find that he was smiling.

“Thanks,” Phil said, taking a deep breath. “I’m Phil, by the way.” It wasn’t until then that Dan really took Phil in; he was wearing his glasses, which brought a grin to Dan’s face; every universe’s Phil should wear his glasses constantly. It’s what everyone who encounters him deserves. He wore an outfit that reminded Dan of something he’d wear to their own meetup. It was interesting, Dan thought, how some fundamental things about Phil refused to change, even in an alternate universe.

“Do you have something you’d like me to sign?” he asked. Phil nodded and handed over a pride flag. A burst of relief shot through Dan; Phil was still the same Phil. “I-I’d like to give you this, too,” he said, shakily handing over what appeared to be a drawing. As soon as Dan finished signing the flag, he snatched the drawing as if it were the Holy Grail and examined it; it was a picture of Dan, with every intricate detail drawn out. His dimples were deep, and every curl on his head was intentionally placed. He wore science-themed makeup, and Dan wasn’t even exaggerating when he said it was the best fanart he’d ever seen. “I’m a scientist, so…”

It was like he was falling in love all over again. “Wow, Phil...This is amazing. Absolutely amazing. I had no idea you could draw like this!”

“Well…” he stammered, “I don’t think you really know me at all.”

“Oh, yeah, right,” Dan let out, disappointment evident in his voice. At this point, even Phil’s radiating awkwardness had dissipated into pure confusion. Dan had to think fast, and, through some miracle, he did. “Did you post this online? I’d love to show it some love.”

“Oh, yeah!” Phil said, confusion immediately being replaced by excitement. He was clearly still a bit nervous, but he seemed much more comfortable around Dan. That was a start. “I’m on Twitter @AmazingPhil.” Dan almost winced. How dumb could he be? He made a mental note: next time, search the name AND the handle.

“I’ll definitely check that out,” Dan said, beaming. “Thank you for this.”

“You’re welcome,” Phil said, and the VidCon employees were ushering him on. Dan wanted to yell at them, to keep him there forever, but there was only so much he could do.

“Have a great day!” Dan shouted as he watched the love of his life walk out of it clueless. He sighed, and muttered under his breath, “I love you.”

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somethinginthewayiam · 6 years ago

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PRESSing matters (Part 10)

Pairing: Ben x reader

Warnings: none

Words: 2238

Summary: You wake up in your hotel room with the worst hangover of all time and you’re alone. You almost miss your flight back home and don’t even have the chance to say goodbye to everyone. Back home, you try to get back into your normal life. Until the doorbell rang...

a/n: This is the second to last chapter. Can’t believe we’ve come that far! Would love to hear what you think of this story!

Previous chapter: Part 9

The loud ringing of your alarm on your phone woke you up. You had no idea where you were. And you had no idea why you were wearing only your red panties. You carefully lifted your head and found red and black stains on you pillow. Your head felt like it was about to explode.

You turned around to turn off the alarm. You found a water bottle on your nightstand and emptied it with three big gulps as you felt like you were close to dying of thirst. You rubbed your eyes and your fingers were stained with black leftovers from your mascara and eyeliner. “Shit”, you mumbled to yourself.

Then, slowly, the events from last night came to you. The Oscars, going to 7Eleven, the Vanity Fair afterparty, you kissing Ben behind a plant and then…nothing. Absolute blackout. You turned around to find the other side of your bed empty and untouched. It was highly unlikely that Ben had gotten up and made the bed before he left, which meant you had slept alone. It was kind of a relief to you.

You looked around the room to find your red dress carefully placed on the chair by the window and somehow you knew that was not your doing. Who had brought you to your room? You couldn’t remember when the last time was you had that much to drink, if ever.

You tried to stand up and felt dizzy. You held on to the wall as you made your way over to the bathroom. You turned on the light and immediately regretted it as a stinging pain shot from your squinted eyes to the back of your head, wrecking your brain in the middle. You caught a glimpse of your face in the mirror. You were pale and almost a little green around the nose. But most of all, your lips and the skin around was painted red and your smudged mascara and eyeliner made you look like a drunk panda.

You took a long, hot shower, trying to get all the dirt off your skin and the alcohol out of your system. You felt only a little bit better when you stepped out and immediately sunk down to your knees to vomit into the toilet.

There was a good reason for an alarm being set on your phone. You had a plane to catch which only now you remembered. You were already very late and still had to back your suitcase. You threw everything in as soon as you were dressed, grabbed everything you found that was yours and left the room in a hurry. As you checked out, you asked the receptionist, a nice one this time, if she could hold on to your dress and give it to a woman called Ilaria when she would come to pick it up later.

You didn’t even have the chance to say goodbye to everyone and had to do it over text. You explained how sorry you were to do it like this, but you would miss your flight and you couldn’t wait to see everyone very soon. You didn’t even know how likely that would be, but it’s what you said in these situations. You also texted Ilaria that the dress was deposited at the reception and she could pick it up any time she liked.

You made it to the airport barely in time and caught some angry glimpses from the check in lady and the stewardess when you were finally on the plane. Now there were well of ten hours of flying ahead of you. You had managed to get some pills for your headache and your constant need to vomit and actually were able to catch up on some sleep. But sleeping in economy class did not add to your level of rest.

When you finally arrived back home at your flat, you felt like crying because you knew a nice comfy bed was waiting for you. It was already well into the evening when you opened the door to your flat. You just put your suitcase and bag into the hallway, undressed on your way to your bedroom and as soon as your head hit the pillow, you were gone. Flying with a massive hangover, crossing that one off your list.

The next morning, you had your first meeting for your new project. But besides that, you had the rest of the day to yourself. You unpacked and washed your clothes. Your thoughts kept wandering back to Sunday night. You were still trying to figure out how you’ve gotten back to your hotel room and who took the dress off of you, but you were too afraid to ask in your WhatsApp group chat.

A DING from an incoming message ripped you out of your thoughts. You grabbed your phone and found a message from Lucy, in your private chat.

"Thought you might want to have this", you read and the next second a picture of Ben and you appeared on your screen. It was from Sunday afternoon, back in the hotel before you had left for the Oscars. It showed Ben in his white jacket and you in your red dress, standing next to each other, his arm around your waist, exchanging a lovingly look. You didn’t even know that someone had noticed that moment, let alone took a picture. You had to swallow hard as a wave of sadness washed over you. You missed him so much already. You took a deep breath and started typing an answer.

You thanked her for the picture, asked her how she was and finally worked up the courage to ask her if she knew how you had gotten back into your room. She told you, she didn’t know as she and Rami had left before you. The only thing she remembered was that it had come down to you, Ben and Joe that were still at the party. So, it must have been Ben, you thought to yourself, but you weren’t sure. Why wouldn’t he have stayed the night then?

When you went to bed later that day, it was the first time you realized that you would have to sleep alone. After last weekend, you weren’t used to it anymore. You lay on the left side of your bed and let your hand wander over the empty half. It had been empty for quite a while now but it never seemed so overwhelming to you before. To distract your thoughts, you grabbed your phone and scrolled through Instagram. You found pictures of Ben attending the YSL fashion show in Paris last night and he looked so damn good that you immediately bit your bottom lip. Well, that didn’t help at all.

It took you a while to fall asleep that night and your sleep was restless. At least, you had the day off. You slept in and then cleaned your apartment all morning. For lunch, you went out to grab some greasy food now that you were allowed to again and bought some groceries on your way home.

For the rest of the afternoon, you watched some movies on Netflix in bed and played on your phone. Although it was just 9 PM, your eyes started to fall shut again and again, until the doorbell rang. At first, you thought it was in the movie you were barely watching. When it rang again, you sat up straight in your bed. Who could that be?

You got out of bed and quickly shuffled over to the intercom. “Hello?”, you asked as you pressed down on the button. “Y/N? It’s Ben…can I come up?”, you heard his raspy voice through the speaker and jumped a step back in surprise. Ben?! Ben at your door? Why was he here? How did he know where you live? So many questions you wanted to ask him, but instead you just said, “Okay”, and buzzed him in.

As soon as your finger let go of the buzzer, you ran into your bathroom and combed your hair, applied some deodorant and quickly gargled with mouthwash before you heard a knocking at your door. You took a deep breath. There was no time to change clothes, the cotton shorts and the t-shirt would have to make do.

You walked over to your door and opened it. There he was. “Hi”, he spoke in a low voice. “Hi”, you almost whispered, sounding a little breathless. “Can I come in?”, he asked and ran his hand through his hair. He looked very tired. “O-of course”, you stuttered a bit and took a step aside you let him inside your flat. When he walked in, he had his backpack on his back and pulled a suitcase behind him.

“Ben, what are you doing here? Did something happen?”, you asked, having no clue as to why he would show up at your door. “Are you coming from the airport?”, you added to your questions. He placed his suitcase at the wall in your little hallway and put his backpack down next to it. “I know it may sound weird, but I just had to see you”, he said as he turned around. You swallowed hard at his words. Although you didn’t want it to, a little glimpse of hope started flickering in your stomach.

“Oh”, was the only thing that came out of your mouth. He took a step closer to you and placed his hand on your hip. He gently pulled you closer to him as he lowered his head. You raised up on your tip-toes and put your mouth on his. He gently grazed your lips with his. You put your hand on his neck, pulling him even a little closer. As he deepened your kiss, he wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you off the ground, bringing your face to the same level as his.

A moment later, he put you back down and you pulled your head back. “You look tired”, you whispered as you let the fingers of your right hand brush along his temple. He put his forehead against yours and closed his eyes. “I haven’t really slept in two days”, he mumbled. You put your chin forward and gently placed a light kiss on his lips. Then you intertwined your fingers with his and pulled him to your bedroom.

“You never looked sexier”, he said behind you as he followed you through your flat. You laughed out loud as you wore a Mickey Mouse shirt with no bra. “You must be really tired out, huh? You know you’ve seen me naked?…And in that red dress! I even put that above naked on the sexy-scale”, you dryly joked and heard him chuckle behind you. The next moment, you felt two arms wrapping around you from behind.

The movie was still on as you entered the room. You turned around and unzipped his hoodie and pulled it off him. Then you grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and pulled it over his head, dropping it to the floor next to you. “Lose those pants and get in the bed”, you said to him in a low tone, not leaving him any chance to take off your clothes. Ben slipped out of his pants and kicked his shoes off in the process. You grabbed his hand and pulled him over to your bed. You stepped in front of him and pushed him down until he sat on the mattress and then placed a hand on his chest to push him back, until he sat against the headboard. You sighed under your breath at the feeling of his muscular chest beneath your fingers as you straddled him. He licked his lips and a dirty grin appeared on his lips, which was interrupted by a big yawn.

“How about us two…”, you said and bent forward to place a kiss on his cheek, “watch some Netflix and chill?”, you suggested and got off his lap. “Can we just skip Netflix and move to the chil-part?”, he asked and reached out to grab your hips to put you back on his lap. “Your clearly need to catch up on some sleep”, you said to him and lightly patted his cheek. His reply was interrupted by another yawn.

“I’ll be here in the morning, just relax”, you said and got comfortable next to him. You pulled your blanket over the two of you and scooted down until you found a comfortable position. Ben sighed, but did the same. You had no idea what was going on in the movie you were watching.

The next time you looked over to Ben, he was sound asleep. His head rested on your shoulder. You smiled over at him and placed a light kiss on his forehead. Then, you turned off the TV and the bedside lamp before you turned back around to Ben. You cuddled up to him, placing an arm around his waist.

He said he wanted to see you. He had come right from the airport, judging from the suitcase he had still with him. Your stomach fluttered at the thought of it and you couldn’t wipe a smile off your face as you watched him sleep next to you. You didn’t even care where he had gotten your address from. You were just happy that he was here, with you.

Next chapter: Part 11/Final Part

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ask-deactivated · 6 years ago

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The waiting room was filled with 4 different people. One was an older lady that spoke loudly and said hi to everyone that walked by. I sat in her spot when I arrived and she quickly shooed me away. Silently I sit across in the seat in front of her under the tv. It seemed like she was a regular at the hospital since all the nurses and technicians called her by her name and she called them by theirs. She crushed her chips to pour out the crumbs into her mouth. Chips did taste better that way.

There was a younger dark-skinned girl next to me sleeping. She had a blanket over her and I saw that she was wearing a sunflower dress. The nurses came every now and then and asked if she wanted to lay in the beds instead. She would scream and tell them that someone was coming after her and that if she went into the unit, she wouldn’t be able to get back out. She would glare at everyone until they left her alone and went back to sleep.

Across from her was another women. Her eyes were red from tears and had smudged eyeliner and mascara running down her face. She was eating a turkey sandwich and laughed at a prostate cancer commercial. She went in and out of crying and watching tv while mumbling “They don't care about me.” to her self over and over again. Next to her was a homeless man sleeping with his head in his shirt. The technicians would tell him that he needed to leave because the place was a hospital and not a shelter. After a couple hours, two different men show up. The first came in and immediately looked for someone to have a conversation in Spanish. The second man was a bald veteran. He had his normal shirt on but on the bottom he wore scrubs. The really thin paper like kind they give you before they give you the real scrubs. We all had on red socks. Every hospital has the same sort of socks with grips on each side. This hospital had red socks.

The bald veteran came and sat next to me. He asked me where I was from and I said Texas. He then smiled and took my hand. I felt really uncomfortable. “Oh Texas?!” He asked me if I was Chinese or Japanese. I told him I was Korean. A nurse had to come and tell him to give me space because he was moving in real close. He continued to talk to me, saying there were 2 Korean girls on the Dallas cowboys cheerleading team. I didn’t have much to comment. The other guy knew about the cowboy cheerleaders and wanted to add that he knew about the Korean cheerleaders too. Again, not much to comment. They asked me why I was here. I told them the cops forced me to come.

“Oh your the girl that came in the handcuffs!” they said. I started to tell them that the cops were mean and aggressive and showed them the marks on my arms. I was still very livid from the police. They looked at the marks and we talked shit about the police for a good 10 mins probably shorter than that. Idk time doesn’t exist at the hospital. Not for the patients at least. The two men inspected my wrists and the vet thought that my scars were from the police and started yelling about the police. He was a very anxious man. He would pace back and forth talking to the guards, me, technitians, nurses. When doctors would come out he would follow them asking them to discharge him because he had work. By then I had already been in the waiting room for 4 hours. The vet would go from yelling for medication to coming back to me to ask me the same questions.

A nurse called in the vet. I was left alone with the other guy and I stared back at the TV hoping he wouldn't talk to me. He then moved closer and showed me the scars on his wrists. He told me he was here to get medication and that he hasn't slept in 5 days. He was from Puerto Rico and he came to New York two years ago. He worked as a barber but he can’t work anymore because of his mental illness.

“Our minds are not good. We’re sick. It makes our heart hurt.” he placed his hands over his heart and I shook my head in agreement. It was cheesy but I felt it lol. Most patients lie to the nurses and doctors. We lie saying that we are not suicidal. We lie saying we don’t have feelings of harming ourselves. We lie about our past because we’re all scared to be trapped in the hospital, but we don’t lie to each other. We all have similar doubts about the mental heath system.. and we all do actually want to get better but we also want to go home where we have forks and our smartphones back. Here, we literally only have each other to talk to. The Puerto Rican man told me he got his first son when he was 17.

“He’s so beautiful.” He had braces and it made him smile really big, but he actually got really happy while talking about his son. I could tell he really adored him.

“Do you have anymore kids?”

He began to tear up as he talked about his children. They were back in Puerto Rico.

“It’s nice that you have something like that to live for. It’s really rare.”

“Yes I love them so much that it makes me cry like this.”

He smiled and said that I deserved that love too. He told me that the way we were feeling isn't our fault and that it was because we were sick. No one can understand because they were not us. We don’t know why we hate existing so much, but we’re trying.

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lenaisanerd · 6 years ago

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reaching in the dark

The aftermath of 3x10.

Thank you to my patient and long-suffering friends @disaster-lesbiab, @raisehades, and @beesarekind who edited this so it’s actually readable.

Please reblog if you liked it. Thanks!

Isabelle almost laughs with relief when Jace bursts into the lobby, when he turns to her and his eyes flash gold. He’s back, he’s back, he’s back. They did it.

New strength floods her body, gives her the energy to hold off Lilith’s puppets a little longer. Her staff is a silver blur, Luke a reassuring presence at her back. We can win this. It ends tonight.

When the explosion shakes the building Izzy’s ears ring. They keep on ringing as she and Luke drag the unconscious mundanes out of the building and to the other side of the street, not sure if the high-rise will remain standing or if the force of the blast is enough to bring it down on them. Her blood runs cold as she sees that the top floor has been reduced to a smoking, crumbling ruin. Her eyes search for a sign of Jace, Simon or Clary. They made it out. They made it out. They must have.

Through the ringing she hears someone screaming in the distance -- the back alley behind the building. Her feet start running before her brain can catch up. When she rounds the corner the sight stops her dead in her tracks: Magnus kneeling on the asphalt, bent over a body sprawled out on the ground, screaming, screaming out his lungs for help, god, somebody help. Izzy’s jaw clenches so tightly her teeth hurt, she can’t breathe. On the ground, chest barely rising, eyes half-closed, is Alec. His right wrist is twisted in a way that looks wrong. A single arrow sticks out of his chest. One of Alec’s arrows. He needs help. Why is no one coming. Where is everyone?

She barely notices Luke running up behind her, doesn’t quite hear him as he calls the Institute, then Maryse. Suddenly she’s on the ground beside Magnus, cradling her brother’s uninjured hand that is still holding his stele and Magnus’ hand. The world around Izzy disappears until it’s just her and Magnus and Alec, who has gone still, so still. At some point tears had started flowing down her face all on their own, soaking Alec’s shirt, the perfect companion for Magnus’ dry, hoarse sobs. When the medics show up and she has to let go of Alec’s hand, she clings to Magnus instead. If you let go I’m not sure I can stand.

They manage to get up somehow, and follow through the portal into the Institute. Every Shadowhunter within sight of them is staring in shock at the leader of the New York Institute lying on a stretcher, broken and bleeding and seemingly lifeless. Stop looking at him. Stop looking at us.

She finds herself outside the infirmary, this time holding not one hand but two. Her mother is gripping her right hand tightly, her left hand is still holding Magnus’ right, strangely cold and clammy. Not too long ago they had been in this exact same spot, waiting for news about Max, if he would make it. That time, her big brother had been there, on this side of the door. Now he’s on the other. He has to make it. He will.

It’s nearly morning when a Silent Brother opens the door and gives his typical emotionless rundown of the diagnosis and procedures. Izzy’s thoughts catch on only a few words, and she nearly weeps: Stable condition. Expected to make a full recovery. Thank the angel.

A full recovery. Magnus barely hears the rest of the Silent Brother’s speech, but those words are enough. He releases a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding. His legs give out and he sinks back onto his chair. He feels unbelievably tired. But Alexander will be alright. He made it.

After a short discussion with the Silent Brother, Maryse, and Isabelle, it’s decided that everyone should try and get a few hours of rest. Alec is sleeping now and won’t wake up anytime soon. Izzy offers to let him sleep in Alec’s room, but he knows he couldn’t take that right now. He needs to go home. Maryse calls him a cab. If you could see me now Alexander… no. You shouldn’t see me like this.

Magnus is shivering as he steps into the loft. Now that he is alone the strange new void inside him yawns like a chasm, cold and dark and hollow emptiness where his magic used to be. He had never felt as helpless as when he’d held Alec’s hand back in the alleyway. When Magnus was so afraid to leave him alone he couldn’t even run to get help. When he had to watch his love in pain, getting closer to death, and couldn’t do a single thing. My magic. It’s gone.

The stench of his father’s realm clings to him, to his clothes, his skin, his hair. Dust. Smoke. Decay. He has to get out of these clothes, take a bath. Maybe I’ll feel like myself again. Just a little.

He makes the bathwater as hot as he can tolerate and lowers himself in gingerly. His muscles ache like he’s run a marathon and then bench pressed an elephant. The heat relaxes his limbs even though it stings on his skin. Magnus lets his head sink under the water and closes his eyes. Down here there are no sounds but his own heartbeat in his ears. He toys with the thought of not coming up at all. Then he sits up and hugs his knees. They’re bruised and bloody from kneeling on the concrete. Magnus didn’t notice before, but the dull ache is starting to make them hard to ignore. It’s difficult to breathe, like a weight pressing on his chest. After a while Magnus is pretty sure it’s not from holding his breath.

Eventually Magnus steps out of the bathtub and heads to bed. He curls up under the covers, on one side of the bed. The other is painfully empty. Even after the hot bath a chill runs through his body. Like his bone marrow has turned to ice. It feels like a part of him has been removed, like his central nervous system has been ripped out through his skin. Magnus feels like crying, but no tears seem to be left. He feels like shouting, but his throat is still raw. So he just curls up even tighter and waits for sleep to come.

An ache, in his chest, like he’s been punched. Just below his collarbone. He curls the fingers on his right hand, and a shooting pain stabs up his arm. Ow. Ow ow ow. Fuck.

Around him there are quiet voices, the soft hum of machinery. The infirmary. He wants to open his eyes, but they won’t cooperate. He swallows and his throat feels like sandpaper. He croaks out something that sounds vaguely like water.

The commotion begins immediately. Chairs scraping, feet scrambling to get up, voices getting cautiously louder. People crowding around the bed, someone holds a glass of water to his lips, lifts his head a little. A hand slides into his. Alec finally manages to open his eyes.

He looks up into the faces of his family and friends. There’s his mother to his right, holding the glass of water. She smiles and runs a hand through his hair.

Jace is standing by the foot of the bed. He cradles his right wrist close to his chest, feeling his brother’s pain through their bond. He looks terrible, his eyes are red with dark circles etched underneath them. His shirt is filthy with dirt, blood, and some indeterminable black slime. He still manages to shoot Alec a weak grin and puts a gentle hand on his blanket-covered foot. He’s back, though. Magnus did it.

Simon is somehow still sleeping in a chair in the corner. He looks even worse than Jace, though he’s at least wearing fresh clothes. Probably because his old ones were unsalvageable. There are tear tracks down his soot-covered cheeks. Next to him sits Luke, shoulders hunched, defeated. He tries to give Alec a reassuring look, but fails.

Izzy sits on his bed, one knee pulled up next to his hip. She at least looks like she’s slept in the last 24 hours. Her relieved smile can’t hide the smudged eyeliner and mascara around her eyes. She’s holding a tissue bunched up in her fist. What have you been crying about, Iz?

A thumb rubs over the back of his left hand. On instinct, Alec squeezes softly. Magnus squeezes back. Alec is so relieved he feels like crying too. Even though Magnus’ hand is not warm like it should be. Even though he looks too tired. No. Everything’s gonna be alright. Magnus is here. He’s okay.

Alec has questions, of course. What happened after he passed out? Did they defeat Lilith? What about Jonathan? Did the possessed mundanes recover? Was anyone else hurt?

The others answer in turn. Then come the more painful questions: Where is Clary? Magnus, why are you so quiet?

Jace can’t finish recounting the events on the rooftop, he’s crying. Maryse walks over to hug him. Izzy continues, but her breath hitches in her throat as well. She tells him about the explosion, about Clary being gone when Jace got up there. About Simon being convinced he killed his best friend.

He looks over at Simon, who, mercifully, slept through this explanation. Alec can’t imagine the night he must have had.

Thankfully, Izzy says, they’re now pretty certain that Jonathan has somehow taken Clary (it says a lot about their lives in general that this is the good option). Jace and Simon looked for her all night and half the morning, and have only just returned. Luke has tried rallying the werewolves, but precious few are responding. It’s been a difficult morning, to say the least.

Something in Alec’s chest contracts tightly. Clary is annoying, sure, and stubborn, and hot-headed, and sometimes full of herself-- but she’s part of the team. Part of the family. Suddenly he misses the little fire-haired idiot terribly. His mind is already racing through their options, the resources they have at their disposal, when Izzy stops his train of thought with a very careful swat at his side. She gives him a look, she knows what he’s thinking. But first he needs to rest, to heal. She’s right of course.

So Maryse ushers everyone out of the room, even Simon, who is barely staying upright but still seems glad to see Alec awake. At last it’s only him and Magnus.

Alec finally asks the question that’s been hanging on his lips since he woke up, the question he is not sure he wants answered but can’t live without asking.

What’s wrong, Magnus?

When Magnus finishes his own recounting of last night’s events, Alec’s eyes sting and his hands are shaking. Of all the things he had thought it would take to bring Jace back, of all the prices he’d been willing to pay to get his brother back, this was not one of them. It was never supposed to be this. He was ready to let Jace tear him apart to buy some time, to put his own life on the line. But not Magnus’. That was out of the question and even the thought of Magnus endangering himself to fix a mistake he’d had nothing to do with makes him nauseous.

Magnus looks pale. His usual clean smell of sandalwood is still there, but the metallic, smoky undertone of power is gone. There is tension in his shoulders. His skin is colder than usual, and he shivers a little when he thinks Alec isn’t looking. Alec’s heart breaks every time he looks at him. Because of him, the man he loves let his own father tear a part of him out, leaving cold nothing where there used to be power, burning and strong and so, so alive. Because of him, Magnus’ magic is gone.

Alec pulls on Magnus’ hand, pulls him closer until he’s sitting on Alec’s bed, until he’s lying down with his head tucked into the crook of Alec’s neck, one arm wrapped carefully across Alec’s chest, their legs tangled, their deep breaths slowly synchronising. They lie like this for what feels like hours, until Alec manages to find his voice again, speaking past the lump that’s formed in his throat. I’m so sorry. Thank you.

The guilt is eating into Alec’s stomach like a hungry animal. He doesn’t deserve any of this, and he especially doesn’t deserve Magnus. Suddenly, saying thank you feels incredibly stupid. What is he even thankful for? Thank you Magnus, for sacrificing all your power to solve my problem? Thank you for caring so much about your disaster of a boyfriend, who has never sacrificed anything for you, not like this at least? Thank you for being a friend? It feels like an insult to everything Magnus has done. No, thank you is not enough. He’s not sure anything he could say would ever be enough.

Maybe Magnus didn’t hear him, Alec thinks, or maybe he fell asleep. But finally he swallows, whispers half into Alec’s shoulder. This was my decision. You have nothing to apologize for.

Alec turns his head and presses a kiss to Magnus’ forehead. Now the tears that were just a sting a little while ago roll down his cheeks, some of them falling into Magnus’ hair, tasting bitter with grief. But they take Alec’s guilt and regret and self-loathing with them, leaving an empty, clean feeling in his chest.

Magnus’ grip around Alec tightens, as though he wants to still the sobs that are passing through Alec’s body with only his arms, but his own body shuddering makes this attempt futile. They hold tightly to each other, the exhaustion and shock of the last few days finally catching up with them, the realization settling in how lucky they both are to still be able to hold each other after all that has happened.

After a while, the tears stop. The sobs turn into calm breaths, the exhaustion into sleep. For Magnus at least. In the moments before he drifts away too, Alec runs his hand up and down the back of Magnus’ neck, through the soft, closely cropped hair, over the clasps of many necklaces resting around his shirt collar. His eyelids are heavy, Magnus’ breath warm on his collarbone. I’m sorry. I’ll fix this, I’ll find a way. I promise.

#whew #finally done with this one #shadowhunters #sh #sh fanfic #malec #shtv #shadowhunters writing #erchomai aftermath #post 3x10 #fanfuckery #angst #hurt/comfort

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mocurlyshepard · 6 years ago

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Douche | Steve Sister Imagine

Warnings: Cursing

Steve walked in the house after a long day of doing oil changes. To say that he was dirty would be an understatement... He was filthy and covered in grime. He could already imagine what his old man would say, ranting about how he fucked the bathroom up again.

He kicked his shoes off at the door, unbuttoning his work shirt at the same time. He let out a hard groan once he noticed that even his undershirt was covered in dirt.

"Dad?" Steve called out, lighting a cigarette as he roamed the empty halls. His dad wasn't anywhere to be found, not even a not left in place. "Anyone here?"

Steves stomach grumbled and he rummaged through the kitchen to see if there was anything to eat, rotten fruit sat on the table and flies circled it.

Steve rolled his eyes, throwing the fruit away and frowning at the rot that came onto his hand. He ran his hand under the tap, letting the water rinse it off and reached in his back pocket to see if he had any money. Payday was a week from now and he was struggling. He could always eat dinner at the Curtis', he knew they wouldn't mind but it was just the overwhelming feeling that he was introding on someone else's family.

Steve paused when he heard light sniffles from a distance. He walked in the direction of the crying that mimicked a wailing banshee. Steve stopped in the doorway of his little sisters room, peaking inside the room.

Y/N had been surrounded with tissues pulled from the tissue roll that she had taken from the bathroom. Legs pulled up to her chest as she bit at her nails, occasionally letting out a frustrated scream.

"What's wrong?" Steve demanded, hands balled into fists as he looked at y/n.

Y/N looked up at Steve with wide eyes. They were bloodshot and it looked as if she hadn't slept in days but it was just the cheap mascara and eyeliner running down her face.

"Sorry I didn't know you'd be home." She replied, gathering her tissues and bunching them together in her hand.

"What's wrong, someone hurt you?" by now Steve forced his way in her room, he noticed her old stuffed animals thrown on the floor that he guessed was a fit of rage.

"I guess you could say that." She hadn't looked up, but she played with her fingers and sucked on her lips. "My-.. Someone stood me up, that's all."

"Who?"

"Why, so you could whip him?" She said, coming out like a halfway sarcastic laugh. Y/N rubbed at her eyes but made the mascara worse but smudging it.

"Yeah." Steve replied, sitting on y/N's bed, throwing a tissue at her and praying it wasn't snot.

"I ain't telling you. Besides, it don't matter, he was probably busy.. I just wish he called."

"What kind of boyfriend you got on your hands y/n?"

"He ain't really my boyfriend." y/n admitted shyly. She was playing with a piece of string on her shirt with an embarrassed look. "We've been seein' each other for a while now."

"Fuck." Steve groaned. It seemed like it was just yesterday Steve was teaching her how to ride a bike and trying to shush her after she fell off. "Y/N, guys are dicks. Don't take it, personal, I guess."

"Thats great advice you jackass." y/n said, on the verge of crying again. Steve sat up, he hated when girls cried. He couldn't figure out what to do to stop it.

"Forget about him y/n. And if he gives you any problems tell him he can talk to your big brother."

Y/N laughs slightly before looking at Steve. He's never noticed that they had the same eyes, but hers are slightly different. They're wise. "Thanks Steve."

"I love you kid. Quit growing up on me." Steve replied. He opens his arms for a hug and y/n moves over to bury her head in his shoulder.

"I love you too...Steve?"

"Hmm?"

Y/N looks at him before breaking the hug apart. She wipes at her shirt with a grown. "You're filthy, take a shower."

Steve chuckles as he wipes his dirt covered hand in y/N's face, despite her screeching cry for him to stop. He knew having a sister would be cool one day.

#the outsiders #the outsiders headcannons #the outsiders preferences #the outsiders imagines #stay gold ponyboy #se hinton #that was then this is now #steve randle #headcannons #steve x evie #steve randle headcanob #steve randle headcanon #steve randle imagines #steve randle sister

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angstchim · 7 years ago

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II. Bucket Hats

➻ I. Biology Test | III. Doll Face

➻ Rating: M

➻ Words: 10140

It was 8:59 in the morning. The room sound and silent. The aura of relaxation coated the air. Soft gentle breaths could be heard as the rise and fall of your chest heaved. You slept soundly on your small couch. That was until the wretched sound of a ducks quacking erupted from your phone. The sound so loud it scared you shitless as it always did. Jumping from sheer fright you fell off the couch and came into harsh contact with the wood floor that adorned your apartment. "Jesus fucking Christ!!" Left your lips as you wearily searched between the cushions of your couch to find your measly phone. Once the item in question was in your hands you were met the familiar sight of an "okay" or "snooze" button. Your thumb smashed the "okay" button. Sighing while running a hand through your greasy hair , you looked around taking in your surroundings. You were in your living room. Not your bedroom which was a little odd. You furrowed your eyebrows a bit , however the memory of last night flooded back to you. Last night you were perched on your couch listening to music at max volume. Just laying there , music blasting in your ears . Eyes closed , relaxation in the air . It was your only escape from the obnoxious sex your neighbors had. Other than leaving your house that is , but you found it absurd that you had to consider leaving your own home because of your neighbors and their bloody loud sex.

You shouldn't ever have to resort to that but sometimes you honestly felt like you had to resort to that because your land lord was a good for nothing son of bitch. However you found out that blasting music into your ears , was the best coping mechanism you had against your sex addicted neighbors . Honestly sometimes you feel like the government should pass a law saying that certain individuals should be banned from sex . However your unpopular opinion wouldn't never be taken to account and you left it at that. As a result of last night, it seems you fell asleep on your couch . Which wasn't a big deal at all. Just that your couch was really uncomfortable to sleep on. Sitting on it was fine and all . It was a comfy couch. However it was a couch not a bed. It wasn't meant to support your sleeping body the same way a bed would and therefore here you are suffering for it .

You body ached . Sleeping on the couch was never a good idea. Yet last night your common sense had slipped from you. Who could blame you? Lots happened yesterday . Something small like not to sleep on the couch was bound to slip away from you. You shouldn't blame yourself for forgetting not to , however you did curse yourself for it . Because now here you were , with a sore body. You let out a string of curses as you got up from the floor . You checked your phone . It read 9:02. Not only that but you received a new message last night.

213-000-000: Hey y/n it's the guy whose embarrassing notes you've been reading for two years . Would you like to meet up over lunch tomorrow and talk about it ? :)

Hoseok. It was him. Your heart thudded as your face heated . He sent that last night . You mentally facepalmed yourself. Honestly how could not notice that he sent you a message ? You were literally doing nothing other than listening to music on the couch yet somehow you managed to completely miss his message . Hastily you tapped on the message . Your thumbs smashing the keyboard of your phone as you composed a reply.

Sorry I'm replying so late, I fell asleep on the couch yesterday . Anyways I'll take you up on that offer for lunch today . I have lunch at 12:30 today so if you're free at the same time let's head for lunch somewhere. Hit me up with where you'd like to meet :)

You checked it for any spelling errors. Rereading it in your head a few times before you pressed the send button. It was still pretty early so you didn't expect a reply right away which was fine with you . As your hair was kind of disgusting, it was greasy and you needed to hop into the shower quick before you got dressed for school. Hopping on your phone real quick , you put on Spotify. Your music began to blare through your phones speakers as you trudged your way over to your bathroom. Your stripped yourself of your clothing, looking in the mirror as you did so. You always had to look at yourself in the mirror whenever you undressed yourself . It was odd . You just felt weird when you didn't do it . Strange habit to say the least . However while looking in the mirror you noticed you still had some of your makeup left on from yesterday . Mascara was clumped on your eyelashes . Liquid lipstick stained your lips and your eyeliner was smudged . 'Yikes' was the only thought you had . Your eyes trailed down your body to your arms . For once in a long time they were bare . No chicken scratch on them. Except for your number that was written in your comic sans handwriting that you wrote yourself yesterday at the cafe with Hoseok.

Whenever he wrote on himself, the little notes he wrote would usually disappear the next day, whenever he washed them off you assumed . When he washed them off his body , they disappeared off of yours . However it seems like he didn't wash your number off his arm. Seeing this you smiled to yourself . He didn't erase your number off his arm. He left it there. It probably doesn't mean much . It hardly meant anything really . But still you felt a sense of warmth blanket your heart as you saw this. You let your fingers trail over the ink that adorned your arms . Knowing momentarily it'd disappear since you'd have to wash it off while you showered . Taking it in once more , you etched it's memory into your brain as you started the water in your shower. You hummed the lyrics to the song that blared through your phones speakers . Swaying your hips a bit to the beat of the song. Once the water temperature was to your liking you got inside . The warm water felt soothing as it rolled off your body.

You wiped the water from your eyes as you searched the shelves of your shower rack for the shampoo. Once you located it , your hand grabbed it . It felt a little light. You'd have to buy some more soon. Opening the bottle you squirted copious amounts of shampoo into your hand. Much more than what was necessary for washing your hair that is . That was another bad habit you had . You used way too much shampoo and conditioner. More that what was needed to wash your hair . You didn't know why you did it . It just felt so satisfying to have a large blob of shampoo or conditioner in your hand. Plus it felt nice to lather such large amounts into your hair. However you needed to stop this habit . You were a college student after all. Everyone knows how much of penny pinchers colleges students could be and you were one them to be honest .

You couldn't afford to buy new shampoo and conditioner every week because you had this weird habit of using too much. Of course shampoo and conditioner didn't cost much , the 2,167 won you spent on each individual bottle of shampoo and conditioner did add up overtime . You were a college student . Spending lavishly was not in your vocabulary.You took the ungodly amount of shampoo that was in your hand and began to lather it into your wet hair. This part of a shower always soothed you. Massaging your scalp , making sure you covered every piece of your hair with shampoo, making sure to close your eyes tightly you stood under the shower head that spouted warm water onto you. Hands going to work , washing the soap from your hair. While doing this , your mind began making itself known. Whenever you took a shower, your mind would always run wild . Not in a bad way , but in a psychological way, if that made sense ? Like you'd think abut things you wouldn't normally think about.

Like for example "Maybe the reason Patrick is so dumb , is because he lives under a rock." Odd to say the least . But it's what ran through your head whenever you showered . The least that could be said was that whenever you finished showering you had a whole new way at looking at the world . In a sense your psychologically dumb thinking was therapeutic, almost . While your thoughts were unleashed , no boundaries on them what so ever , you had already finished rinsing out the shampoo from your hair , along with moving onto the next step of conditioner. You moved on to shaving wherever it was necessary. After a few more minutes of going through your daily shower routine you were finally done .

Once you finished you just stood there in your shower. A little zoned out as you looked at your now bare arm. No more writing was there . It made you a little sad to look at it , but you shook it off because you needed to finish getting ready. Wrapping yourself in a towel you dried yourself off before stepping out of the shower . You were the type of person who dried off in the shower , opposed to outside of the shower . You hated when water got everywhere . You never realized you were this type of person , till you let Jackson crash at your place a few months ago. He was shitfaced and called you to come pick him up. You didn't mind, you took him back to your place . Jackson was very familiar with your apartment , he spent lots of time there just hanging out. However that particular day, he was so fucking shit faced that he threw up outside , on your damn cacti. You remember being so fucking annoyed with Jackson. You pushed it aside knowing that he couldn't control it . But still, out of all the damn places to cough his guts onto , it had to be your damn cacti?

This isn't the point though. You let him take a shower and once he finished, you let him wear some of your ex's clothing that you still had . It fit him kind of tight since he had a bigger build . You never threw out the clothing , it was comfortable. It was the only clothing you had for him to wear , you knew damn well he wouldn't fit into your tiny clothing. Moral of the story Jackson dries himself outside of the shower and leaves a puddle on the floor that you begrudgingly had to clean. That's what made you realized a new pet peeve you had . After drying off properly , you walked out and off into your closet to find something to wear today. Keeping in mind that you needed to look nice , you were meeting with Hoseok after all. You settled on a pastel pink crop top that was long sleeved , light washed high wasted jeans and some white sneakers . Simple enough. But it was cute and whoever looked at you was sure to let their gaze linger a little longer than necessary.

You threw on a black velvet choker as a simple accessory. Next you brushed out your semi damp hair , you blow dried it in the bathroom , however it still remained a bit damp. You were on a time crunch though , no time to fuss about something small like that. You brushed out your long locks. Your hair framed your face nicely . You kind of had the 'goddess' style going. Not that you minded, it was cute, and basic . You hated being basic . But sometimes life required for you to be basic . Your whole body was sore and you were not in the mood to do some nice styling today . Next, you moved onto some quick makeup. You did what you did yesterday . Mascara , eyeliner , eye brows , and lipstick. Simple but it did the trick . Made you go from a 7 to a decent 10. Giving a nod of approval to your appearance, you grabbed your bag and the necessities for your phone . Luckily your class schedule rotated everyday so today you were blessed with the fact that you didn't have to suffer in Mr. Chen's dreadful class. Today the first class you had was clothing design. Which you had with Jackson . You had a good portion of your classes with your buddy ole pal., Jackson which reminded you of the funky message he sent you yesterday.

Jackson had always joked about sleeping with you. It was an on going thing he did , you gradually got used to the joke to the point it didn't have any effect on you. Jackson was a straight male after all and you're sure the thought of banging you came across his mind before . Hell , it crossed your mind before too. It wasn't like you had any feelings for Jackson , but to be honest you're sure every female has thought of sleeping with her male friends before . If not then you might just be odd. That wasn't the point though. You shook your head , you lost the train of thought you had going with this. Grabbing your keys , you headed out to your car. As per usual you plunged the keys into the cars ignition and switched on the radio. A song you recognized was playing. Touch by NCT . Now that was a bop. You hummed the song as you drove to school. There was light traffic and the weather was rather decent. It took about ten minutes to get there .

Once you got there you parked your car in the student parking lot and locked it . Then you made your way inside the building. Your design classroom was a rather small one . Not many people took this class due to the fact that it was fucking murder. It was hard , it was grueling , it was distasteful. However you were willing to put your blood , sweat, and tears into your dream. You got to your classroom a bit early. Not that you minded you always like sitting in an empty classroom. It was calming ? You couldn't describe it but all you knew was that you liked it . That's what mattered. You sat down in your seat . In this class you sat next to Jackson. Actually , you sat next to Jackson in all your classes . It was a strange coincidence, but it was nice . Rather him than one of his deranged groupies . Once you sat down and laid out all your materials for this class you plugged in your earbuds and checked your phone for a reply from Hoseok. Your stomach felt extremely light when you realized he replied . You clicked on his number . You ought to change that.

231-000-000: Want to meet up at that McDonalds between your Uni and Mine ? Do you know the one I'm talking about ? It's by that one preschool . Tiny Minds or something ? Anyways I got a buddy who works there at the McDonalds so we should be okay to stay a bit longer since he works there and he won't chase us out . Also 12:30 works fine for me . See ya then y/n ;)

That winky face . He just had to put a winky face . Such a tease. Your stomach fluttered . Thumbs shaky as you composed your reply.

I know exactly what place you're talking about. I'll see you there @ 12:30 . ;)

You decided to throw a winky face back. Now you finally got around to making him a contact on your phone . You changed his name to "Hoseok". You contemplated added any type of emoji or emojicon to his name . You decided against it . You didn't want him to accidentally see it or something and then get weirded out if he didn't feel the same . Slow and steady wins the race after all right ? While you were setting up Hoseok's contact name in your phone a certain brunette male came up from behind you. Stalking you like a wolf would an unsuspecting rabbit. Fresh prey in other words . Jackson entered the classroom quietly as he saw your familiar silhouette sitting in your seat. You seemed to be preoccupied with whatever was on your phone. His playful side taking over as he quietly made his way through the otherwise empty classroom. Quietly , as quiet as he could. He etched closer and closer to you. Ready to pounce . That was until he's eyes glossed over the screen of your phone .

The name Jung Hoseok was written across the screen. Jackson's eyebrows furrowed . A frown tugged at his plump lips . Who was this guy? You never talked to any guys other than Jackson . He's never seen you hang out with any other guy either . As far as he was concerned he was the only one . However seeing this other guys name across your phone screen was like a wake up call. That you had other guys around you, that you weren't just his . Seeing as he was the only male around you since your horrible past relationship , and your whole Sehun fling. He unknowingly considered you 'his'. You were 'his person' without knowing it . You were under his protection. Under his wing. Of course you two had no romantic relations or anything . Yet he still considered you as someone who was his . It's a hard emotion for him to explain . However he didn't like this wake up call at all. He already didn't like this Jung Hoseok guy. Nor the fact that you just sat there smiling like an idiot at your phone . All you were looking at was a fucking name , smiling like a dork. It pissed Jackson off . He wanted to throw your phone.

The thought of pouncing on you to scare you was completely forgotten. “Who's Jung Hoseok ?" He asked , his voice coming across a little more bitter than he wanted. You jumped in your seat , your phone dropping on the table as you heard Jackson's voice ring throughout the classroom. "JeususfuckingchristJackson!!" You spouted as you tried to regain your calm. He scared the shit out of you. You looked back to see Jackson standing behind your chair , slightly hovering over you as he looked at your phone screen . Eyebrows furrowed a bit. He set his bag on the table and took his seat. He leaned on the table , chin resting in his hand. Eyes still focused on your phone screen. A slight pout on his face , like there was something disappointing him. He took his eyes off of your phone to look you in the eyes . His brown eyes staring holes into your eyes . His plump lips pursed a bit . "Who's Jung Hoseok?" He asked again , his voice nonchalant, however it held a bit of seriousness to it . You gulped . He seemed a bit off, but he was still Jackson . Your bud. "Oh him, he's a guy I met at a cafe yesterday after school." You explained as you grabbed your phone off the table pressing the "save" button to save Hoseok's contact. Jackson let out a slightly forced chuckle . You didn't notice that of course as your mind was elsewhere.

"You actually met a guy ? Jesus how long as it been two years ?" He chuckled , his voice light yet his eyes still seemed serious .”Yeah , about two years ." You shrugged , then you remembered the message you received last night from this bastard. Your furrowed your brows , and pursed your lips at him. Jackson took notice of this and raised a brow at your behavior . A small look of confusion adorned his face. "What?" He asked , looking at you still with one brow raised .

“What was with that message you sent last night ?" You asked as you gave his arm a light punch . You weren't mad or anything but Jesus could Jackson be a confusing guy.Jackson chuckled "The message that you so rudely ignored ?" He said being dramatic as hell as he put a hand over his heart . Acting as if you ignoring his message wounded his ego or something. "Yeah that message doofus ." You said playfully hitting his arm again to get him to stop being such a princess. He shrugged, more people were filing into the classroom at this point. "Just wanted to tease you Sweets ." He said this while reaching over letting his big hand perch itself on your head . He ruffled your hair . You let out an annoyed hiss.”Jackson !" You hissed grabbing his hand from atop of your head throwing it back to him. "What?" He asked innocently "you dressing up for someone ?" He mused , leaning back in his chair acting like he couldn't care less. But in reality he cared a fuck ton that it was almost painful.

You clicked your tongue . "As a matter of fact I am. Hard to believe since it's been so long." You weren't looking at Jackson as you said this . You were too busy scrolling around on Tumblr , liking some dumb memes you found about your favorite Kpop groups.

Jackson shifted in his chair . His tongue swiping the inside of his gum as he attempted to keep his cool. "Is that so I hope you have fun . Hope he isn't a douche like the last couple of guys you've messed around with ." He didn't look at you . He just looked down as he fiddled with his thumbs . “We just met and are going for a casual lunch , nothing too serious just yet . I'm sure he's a good catch." You said as you continued your scrolling . Just as you finished saying this the classroom was now full , and the professor was now in the classroom. For this class you had this old hag of professor . She was a fifty year old cougar . Well you weren't sure if she was a cougar . She just looked like on and had the vibe of one . She always wore clothing for women half her age . She always acted like she wasn't fifty and did her makeup like a twenty year old would. It was kind of gross to look at . The sight of a fifty year old trying to masquerade around as a women thirty years younger was unsettling .

However you've never seen her try hit on any of the guys who attended your college . But you wouldn't put the idea passed her . Especially when she looked the part. Her name was Ms. Kim . Miss. She wasn't even married . However Miss Kim , had a thing about phones in her class so as soon as she entered the class everyone made sure to make their phone as scarce as they could. You and Jackson included . Miss Kim was a very blunt teacher you'd say if you were given a chance to describe her . She came into the class , set her shit down gave the assignment . Explained it a bit , answered any questioned students had . Then let them get to work. She didn't like phones out during her class . If you had your phone out she wouldn't reprimand you or anything. But she would take your grade down a whole 10 points which can hurt. She won't even let you know , she'll just do it and when you see your grade and talk to her about she'll just flat out tell you it was because of your phone. Quite the bitch of a teacher .

That's part of the reason her class has such a reputation to it . No one wants to fucking deal with her . However it was a mandatory class , well for you at least since you seeking a career in the fashion industry. Today the assignment was for you to create a piece of clothing by the end of week. It couldn't be store bought of course and had to portray something personal to you. You spent the rest the class , designing and sketching in your sketchbook the ideas you had . While doing this you felt a familiar tingling sensation on your right arm. Your heart to blunder as it tried to break free from your ribs once more. You cautiously looked around you. Some chick next to you was too busy trying to hide her phone under the table as she frantically sent messages . You could hear the faint sound of her thumbs smashing the keyboard of her phone as she did this. Next you looked over to Jackson whom was seated next to you. He was too engrossed in his sketch to notice you. Jackson always got too concentrated in his designing. Not that it was a bad thing , you actually adorned Jackson quite a bit for that . You slowly pushed the sleeve of your right arm up as you looked to see the familiar sight of chicken scratch on your arm. 'Wyd?' It read . In messy letters . Honestly by now you a pro at deciphering Hoseok's messy handwriting . It made you wonder how his poor professors managed at Yonsei Uni. His chicken scratch wasn't easy to read at all but you mastered it . You honestly felt like you deserved a medal.

You smiled though . He's such a dork. You grabbed an ink pen from your bag and wrote 'Stuck in design class hbu?' . After that you pulled down your sleeve and continued to work on your sketches . About a good 15 minutes had passed before you felt a familiar tingling sensation on your arm. Class was about half over but the time he wrote back. Your were still doodling , not so much sketching anymore just doodling small drawings onto the margins of your sketchbook. The class you had next was mathematics . Another class you deemed a bit useless for you since you were going into the fashion industry solely due to the fact that they were requiring you to take algebra . You see why something like geometry may be helpful but fucking algebra ?

Once again you cautioned your surroundings making sure no one would see you. Coast was clear. You rolled up your sleeve to see that he replied in his messy cursive . Just finished dance practice , tired as hell' . You forgot he was a dancer. You wonder what kind of dance he did . Would you ever see him dance ? If you did lord knows you wouldn't be able to handle it . That was certain. What kind of dance ?' You wrote in your comic sans handwriting. Your rolled your sleeve back down and began to pack up your things. Class was about to end in five minutes, you were going to walk with Jackson to your math class . Coincidentally Jackson got stuck in the same shitty algebra class.

Finally,the bell rang , signaling you were free from the grasp of Miss Kim. You nudged Jackson as he seemed a bit spaced out. He only looked up at you before giving a nod of understanding . You both made you way out of the design classroom , walking to your algebra class. While doing so all of Jackson's groupies began their usual whispering sessions . Each of them killing you with their glares as you walked beside Jackson. Jackson always ignored them and encouraged you to ignore them as well. He didn't control them , he couldn't , it's not like he asked for the little fan base he had . It just happened . He complained to you so much how much he hated girls that were groupies . It just annoyed the fuck out of him to have girls dropping at his feet left and right . For good reason too , it quite unattractive to see someone throw away all their morals for the sake of admiring someone else. Very distasteful. You ignored it , his little fan club loved to find any reason to hate on you. Like you could breathe and they'd be offended . You didn't care. Honestly you couldn't care less. Sometimes you felt like breaking those groupies hearts even more so you'd do something like grab Jackson's hand. You'd watch with satisfied eyes as they all glared back at you with hateful glares. You made your way to class , Jackson at your side . Today you didn't feel like crushing the hearts of groupies . You and Jackson walked together over to your algebra class in a comfortable silence . Entering the class you took your seat next to Jackson.

Class began and ended in the blink of an eye. It was now 12:15 and you couldn't be more excited . You gave Jackson a rushed goodbye as you rushed out of the classroom and halls . You were a bit winded and out of breath by the time you made it to your car which was parked in the student parking lot . Unlocking it swiftly , you hopped inside and threw the keys into the ignition , radio blaring as it turned on. Not that you minded you were too excited and happy to care . You began making your way to the McDonalds that you and Hoseok agreed on. It wasn't too far away from your school . A 15 minute drive couldn't hurt . You had an hour for lunch after all before you returned to school for your last two classes you had today. It was Friday after all and the school didn't give as much classes on Fridays as they did every other day of the week. You nodded your head slightly to the beat of the song that was playing on the radio. Momentarily you arrived at the McDonalds . You just sat at empty table you were a bit early. About five minutes of waiting passed before you saw a familiar form enter though the restaurant's front doors.

There he was in all his glory. Hoseok entered the restaurant. He had on a rather tight fitting black, long sleeved top. The only way you could tell was because he had his black Puma windbreaker unzipped so you could get a good view of the thin fabric as it was stretched along his muscular torso. What a sight. This time he didn't have on any glasses and lord did you love it.You could get the perfect view of his face . His black bangs obscuring his vision yet you could still make out the soft almond shape of his eyes . His long eyelashes shielding his tawny colored orbs. You never knew such a basic color like brown could be so beautiful. Yet Hoseok made you realize lots of things. He just had that effect of you. He wore a black leather bucket hat over his soft black tresses. A look not many could pull off but he did , Hoseok was able to pull off things others couldn't . One of kind, truly. Now you suddenly had a bucket hat kink give or take. He paired it with a rather tight fitting pair of black jeans that were ripped at the knee and it had a few slight tears on his thighs . Lord his thighs . The first time you met him you were able to tell that his thighs were thick and muscular, but now more than ever they were making themselves known. His jeans hugged his thighs in one of the best ways humanly possible. Dancing did him well that was certain.

Time seemed to pass by so slowly as he made his way over to the table you sat at . Once he arrived he flashed you a toothy smile. His pearly whites never failed to make your heart flutter . "Well, well isn't it the guy who's supposed to come early to these things?" He says with a chuckle.

You shift in your seat , realizing that he was right . Usually the guys are supposed to come early, not the girl. However it wasn't like this was a date right ? Did he see this as a date ? God , he's one confusing man. “Ima rule breaker , get used to to it ." You throw back in a flirtatious tone. Motioning for him to take a seat . He just chuckles even louder than before . He takes his seat swiftly. “Hope you didn't wait too long." He said as gave you a friendly smile. Damn him. It should be a crime to be that good looking . Like the man would just breathe and you'd be in cardiac arrest. However you stayed strong deciding not to give into this devil disguised as an angel.

"Hardly waited at all." As you said this a waiter approached the table you and Hoseok sat at . He was jaw droppingly handsome . He had jet black hair , almost black eyes , and a jawline that could kill. His nose was button shaped . Sadly he was wearing a tacky McDonalds uniform . However he managed to make that McDonalds uniform look runway worthy . The shirt was too small for him so you could get a good view of wonderfully sculpted torso. He was very muscular . He had a broader build than Hoseok. Hoseok was of a leaner build, which was wonderful . But this guy was a straight muscle pig. Nothing extreme like bulging muscles , but there were enough for you to tell he must hit the weight room every week.

He had thicker lips than Hoseok, however he had a bit of a baby face . You'd say he was at least two years younger than you. You eyed this man a bit longer as he walked over to your table . “Well , well would you look at this ? What's a fancy fuck like you doing here ?" He spoke to Hoseok , he had a nice soothing voice , it wasn't too deep but deep enough. While he spoke you noticed he had bunny like features . Especially his teeth . Cute . Hoseok rolled his eyes , "Trying to enjoy lunch, so you gonna take my order Kook or are you gonna sit there and waste perfectly good O2 that I could be breathing in right now ?" Hoseok retorted .

Kook? This is the guy Hoseok stole math notes from ? You would've never imagined this hunk of guy. Honestly if Hoseok was stealing notes from someone you'd expect a nerdy looking guy , not this muscle pig. Kook just shrugged at Hoseok's comment . Eyes widening when he saw you. His jaw opened a bit of slack as you two made eye contact . He shifted a bit as he stood there just making eye contact with you.

You decided to speak to him first . "H-Hello , I'm y/n l/n . I'm an acquaintance of Hoseok's" you said as you gave a polite bow of your head to the bunny looking guy. He quickly bowed back. Eyes never leaving yours . "I'm Jeon Jungkook , I'm a close friend of Hoseok Hyung , nice to meet you y/n Noona ." He said rather formally.

"Noona ?" You questioned out loud . You never really hung out with people younger than you so you've never really been called Noona by anyone . He blinked at you. "You are a Noona, correct ?" He looked at you , eyes still wide . He didn't seem like the smug guy he was just moments ago as he spoke to Hoseok.

"Oh yeah I'm 22, I assume your younger than that right ?" You said . “19 ." He replied . You sat there mouth hung open as you looked at the boy in front of you. This muscle pig of a guy was three years younger than you?! Hoseok laughed loudly as he watched this exchange between you and Jungkook. It never failed to amuse him when people found out Jungkook's age ."She seems star struck . You still there y/n ?" Hoseok huffed between laughs. You blushed as you realized how ridiculous you must've looked just staring at Jungkook with your mouth hung open.

“Yeah I'm here , just a little surprised that's all." You chuckled . “Little ?" Jungkook mused cockily. His smugness evident in him. “Ya! I'm your noona don't speak to me like that ." You said while pointing a finger jokingly at him. Playfulness coated your words . Jungkook and Hoseok laughed loudly at this . Jungkook giving Hoseok a playful nudge on the shoulder. "Hyung , she's great , bring her around more ." He said through laughs . You blushed brightly hearing this . Hoseok's eyes widened, the apples of cheeks red but you couldn't tell if it was blush or just his face was red from laughing too hard just moments before.

“Don't worry Kook , she'll be around more , y/n is a friend of mine after all right y/n?" He said slightly evading Jungkook's comment just moments ago. “Yeah don't worry this isn't the last of me ." You said throwing a smile at Jungkook. He returned it with a toothy smile . He had a beautiful smile . He really resembled a bunny. “Anyways enough of this small talk before my manager chews my ass out , what do you guys want to eat ?" He said picking up his notepad , clicking his pen on with the thumb of his really large , veiny hands . He had beautiful hands . His hands almost rivaled Hoseok's in terms of beauty. Hoseok gave you look . A gesture of 'you ready to order ?' You have him a reassuring smile . "Would you like to order first ?" You asked Hoseok .

"Sure ." He shrugged . Hoseok gave Jungkook his order as he jotted it down . You relayed yours to him as well and then the muscle pig was out of your guys hair .

Once Jungkook left, Hoseok and you were awkwardly silent . It was strange seeing as just moments ago it was lively . Hoseok was the first to speak. “Y/n tell me about yourself , I'd like to know more about you." He said in a soft voice . Giving you a smile smile as he did so.A bit flustered you replied "Well what exactly would you like to know ?" You asked him. Twiddling your thumbs , making eye contact . He put his finger on his chin as he dramatically acted like he was thinking hard on what to ask you. Letting out a "hmmmm" sound as he did so. "How about what's did you think when you started seeing my little scribbles on your arms ?" He asked with a chuckle . Still sounding as if he didn't believe this whole situation was real. “Honestly I was so freaked out ! You have no idea one day I wake up and see some chicken scratch on my arm that wasn't even mine ." You chuckled out "I thought I was going crazy." Hoseok dramatically put a hand over his heart . "Chicken scratch? My handwriting isn't that bad!" He huffed out . "It really is , I couldn't read it till I turned it sideways ." You shot back .

“Lies." He said in denial. “Don't get me started on what I've read over the years ." You chuckled out watching the man get flustered at the mention of what he wrote on his arms in the past . “Lord don't bring it up, I just want to forget about that." He said as he avoided eye contact. You let out a giggle . "Alright , Alright I'll forget about it ... for now" You mused . “Y/n!" He whined . God he just whined . You weren't prepared, honestly a man like him whining just because you're teasing him? He really was something else and you were loving every bit of it . "Anyways my turn to ask questions ." You stated matter of factly. Tapping your finger against the table as you did so. Hoseok resting his chin in the palms of his beautiful hands . “The stage is yours." He said while , blowing a piece of hair out of his face . God that was hot . He should do that more often . "What kind of dance do you do ?" You asked , leaning in a bit. This was something about Hoseok that really peaked your fancy.

He lit up when you mentioned his dance . Normally people didn't care enough to ask him about it . They'd just brush it off as a hobby he did or pastime . Not something he took seriously as a career . He leaned in a bit more , still a fair distance across the table . His face still rested in his palm . The bucket hat perched atop his head . His bangs slightly hanging in his eyes. His eyes where practically shining when you mentioned the word 'dance'. You could tell dancing was his passion. "I do lots of HipHop dance , along with some contemporary dance ." He said gleefully.

“HipHop dance ?" You inquired. "Like the type of dance boy groups would do ?" Your face lit up as you asked this . He smiled . "Yeah similar to it at least . My contemporary dance is the type of dance you may see watching a play or something ." “Contemporary dance is really beautiful." You spoke without really thinking . "I could never do it , my body can never move that gracefully but I do appreciate it , it's an art ." Hoseok seemed very interested as you spoke . "Not many people consider dance to be an art you know ? They just say it's a hobby or a pastime ." He muttered out a little bitter sounding.

You empathized with him completely. Not many people considered fashion to be a full fledged career like engineering. It was just discarded as a hobby or silly dream by many. When you told your mother you wanted to go to college for fashion, she laughed thinking it was a joke only to realize you were serious. “I understand what you mean. People don't consider fashion to be a serious career either . They just dish it off as a pastime or hobby." You said nonchalantly looking out the window of the restaurant. Watching people you didn't know pass by as they walked along the streets of Seoul. "It sucks that people think that way. They can be so close minded . By the way what type of fashion do you do ?" He asked as he leaned back into his seat . His arm resting on the back of his chair . As he did this you could get an even better view of the thin fabric of his black shirt . It stretched against his torso nicely. Truly he was sculpted by the gods .

"Yeah, but that just means we have to prove them wrong. And I think my work is a mix between high fashion and commercial. You said throwing a reassuring glance his way. As you said this Jungkook returned with the cheap food you both ordered . “Two orders of diabetes ?" Jungkook asked jokingly, a little bit of snark in voice . “That'd be for us kind sir ." You said nodding your head to him giving him a sarcastic response . He just sent you and Hoseok a playful smirk before setting down the greasy food making his way back to wherever he came from.

“Bon Appetite!" Hoseok said taking a fry from his tray. You watched as the fry left his lips shiny from the grease . He even looked beautiful eating. Lord this man was inhuman. You both began eating. You tried your best to be as self aware as you could. Making sure to not make any mess, be it on the table or your face. You both continued your talk about how unfair things were for people who majored in any department of dance and fashion . While enjoying the conversation you had with Hoseok , you attention was driven elsewhere when someone entered the front doors of the restaurant. A familiar head of brunette hair dressed in a white sweater , khaki pants and brown dress shoes . Sir Jackson Wang just walked it. You recognized him immediately. You stopped eating , and just started at him. Hoseok took notice of this and glanced behind him to try and peg what had you so distracted . As soon as Hoseok glances behind him , Jackson took notice of your presence .

His face lit up once seeing you, however his gaze darkened when he saw a man sitting across from you. An attractive man at that. Jackson threw a phony smile on his face as he made his way over to your table. Hands stuffed into the pockets of his khaki dress pants . “Well, isn't this a coincidence Sweets?" Jackson added emphasis on 'Sweets' . You didn't really pay too much attention to it . Brushing it off as his usual behavior . However Hoseok took notice of this. When Jackson spoke it was directed at you , however Jackson was looking Hoseok straight in the eye. “Stalking me ?" You asked playfully looking up at Jackson from where he stood next to your seat. "You wish, sweet cheeks." Jackson said once again directing his words at you , but keeping eye contact with Hoseok.

Hoseok made an awkward coughing noise . Making sure you knew he was still there . "Y/n , wanna introduce me to your friend here ?" He said with a light chuckle . An underlying tone of authority laced his voice . You didn't pick up on this . However Jackson did and he didn't like it . Here we was trying to make his presence known to this random guy that you were having lunch with . However this random fuck was sending it right back to him, not backing down. “Oh yes of course! How rude of me ." You said with a light chuckle . "Hoseok , this is Jackson Wang he's my best bud . Jackson this is Jung Hoseok , I met him yesterday, we're becoming quite aquatinted." You introduced both males to each other . Neither of them made a move to shake hands . They just bore holes into each other . A tension in the air that you couldn't quite put your finger on. Hoseok spoke first . "Pleasure meeting you Jackson." He said a fake smile across his attractive features .

Jackson returned it with a phony smile of his own . "Likewise ." Jackson then turned to you. "Sweets ready for the party tomorrow night ? Meet up at my place @11 , dress to impress ." He said while outstretching his large hand to rest of your head while he ruffled your hair. As he did this muscle pig Jungkook came back to drop the receipt off at your table . "Party?" He jumped into the conversation . "You mean the one being held by this guy named BamBam or something ?" He said his bunny teeth shining through as he spoke . Jackson looked over to the 19 year old . "Yeah you know BamBam?" He said looking at Kook. “Not really , heard he throws killer parties . Taking my bud Hoseok with me tomorrow night ." He said while nudging Hoseok on the arm. Hoseok sent him a glare , rolling his eyes . "Since when did you decide that Kook?"

"Since now ." Kook said while clicking his tongue . “Jungkook you can't even drink yet ." You mused . Jungkook just put a finger up his lips letting out a 'shh' , giving you a playful wink before walking off to god knows where . You turned to Hoseok . "You going to the party too?" You asked taking a sip of your soda . Jackson's hand still rested on your head . "Apparently." He said sending you a flirtatious smirk . You felt your insides flutter . This didn't go unnoticed by Jackson .

"Hopefully I see you there ." You said quietly. You'd don't think he heard you , but then you saw him smile widely . “I'd like to see you there too." He said leaning on the table . Chin rested in his hand . "I'll get going, see ya once lunch is over Sweets ." With that Jackson gave one last ruffle to your head. Shooting a glare at Hoseok as he did so . Once again directing his speech to you , but looking Hoseok dead in the eyes as he did it. Hoseok sent him a phony smile back. Hoseok wasn't really fond of this Jackson guy. He was standoffish. Not only that Jackson seemed to be possessive over you which Hoseok didn't really like. Hoseok didn't know why he didn't like it . He hardly knew you as you were nothing more that an acquaintance, yet it rubbed him the wrong way to see Jackson drape himself over your small frame . Calling you Sweets. He almost wanted to ask if he could give you a pet name of his own . Almost.

However Hoseok wasn't going to back off . Especially since you and him were connected in some way, shape , or form because he knew his scribbles didn't just appear on your arms for nothing that's for sure . He needed to know how in the world you were connected to him. This Jackson guy will not get in the way of that. Hoseok will make sure of it . “Sorry about Jackson , he's can be a little standoffish when meeting new people . That because it's only been the two of us for so long." You explained . “The two of you?" Hoseok inquired .”Yeah , Jackson is pretty popular at school . Amongst the girls , I'm the only girl he lets around him because I'm a genuine friend , however at school it's always been the two of us . Just me and him. He's like a brother ." Hoseok took a sip of his Sprite. "He has fangirls ?" He asked

“Yeah tons of them. Some of them can be so vicious." You sighed . “Girls can be cruel. Especially over something petty like a man." He said empathetically . "Tell me about it , lord you'd be surprised by all the shit I go though just because I'm Jackson's friend." You'd said tiredly. Thinking back to all the times his groupies would try to trip you in the halls , start childish rumors , and or try to sabotage you in anyway. "The way they act makes you feel like you're in high school and not university." Hoseok chuckled . "Science says girls are more mature than boys but situations like this makes me question it ."

“I'm with you on that one ." You laughed . "Girls can be such nightmares especially jealous ones." Hoseok let out a bellowed laugh . "Say it louder for the people in the back." He remarked putting his hands over his mouth in a shouting motion.That was when you lost it . Hoseok lost it as well . Both of you sat there in the middle of of McDonalds laughing like lunatics . Others around throwing you disapproving looks. It's considered rude to be so loud in public places . But you honestly didn't care as you wiped the tears from your eyes .

After the laughing fit you two had together , you both cleaned up your garbage and disposing of it before walking out together . "How'd you get here ?" You asked him. “Subway." He said , tucking his large hands into the pockets of his Puma windbreaker . You grabbed your car keys from your bag . Dangling them in his face. "Would you like a ride back to Yonsei?" You said with a smile on your face. His eyes lit up. "Like I'd pass up a ride with you."You blushed . You didn't know how you should take that. "F-Follow me ." You stuttered our , leading the way to your car in the parking lot . Unlocking it you watched him get situated inthe passenger's seat. Once you were situated in the driver's seat you put the keys into the cars ignition. As you did this the cars radio blasted the kpop you were listening to earlier . You quickly rushed to turn it off. You felt so embarrassed. You really wanted to burry yourself six feet under .

Hoseok just laughed seeing how flustered you were . "Was that Perfect Man by Shinhwa?" He asking throwing up a brow . “Maybe ." You replied. “I love to dance to that song. Put it back on ." He chuckled . You just giggled , turning the radio back on letting the song blare through the car . The ride back to Yonsei was a short once howvever you were able to spend it singing with Hoseok . He honestly was the sweetest thing. When he sung he was so animated . Such a cutie . Honestly one minute he was a hot devil the next minute an angel. It was like God and Satan shared the same body. Once you parked in the Yonsei park lot you unlocked the door for him.

Hoseok sent you a smile . "See you at the party y/n." Giving you once last flirtatious wink , he got out of the car . Closing the door as you watched his form walk further and further away from your car. Entering the fancy university building. You couldn't wait to see him again. You drove back back to your university . The rest of the day just flew by. Once you were out for the day , you stopped at the mall. You were going to a party tomorrow, you knew it was probably gonna be a trashy party , but still you had no clothing . Having not gone out in two years, you got rid of such trashy clothes as they just took up space in your closet that could be used for storing the very unsexy onesies you wore religiously at home. You entered the rather dead shopping center . It was still early in the day so of course not many people would be there . You walked into a shop and found a black leather mini skirt . It was a piece you didn't have and it was a statement piece that would be sure to draw attention to you. Smirking as you grabbed it . Next you grabbed some fishnets to pair with it .

You walked to the next store . A black lace brallete caught your attention. You touched the fabric of it . Soft and delicate . Checking the price you nodded . It was a reasonably priced item. You had a sheer black top that you could wear over it . You had some black ankle boots that would work wonderfully as well. You purchased your items. You were a quick shopper . You were a in and out type of person. You didn't like staying around for large amounts of type due to the fact that you had a bad habit of over spending when you didn't quickly leave . You made it back to your car. Tossing the bags into the backseat you drove home listening to music . Last minute shopping done . It took a good fifteen minutes to return home.After a good fifteen minutes of singing to old kpop hits from Shinhwa . You finally came back to your humble abode. Your lovely white apartment, with your two little green cacti at the front of the door. Next door your shitty neighbors which you hoped would get some sort of std that would cause their rigorous sex life to end. It was a harsh thought. However anyone would understand if they knew how much sleep you lost due to their odd vocal kinks.

Your shopping bag in hand along with your school bag, you punched in your pin code. Entering your house you tossed your sneakers off in the entrance only to look down and see a familiar pair of brown dress shoes . They certainly weren't yours, but you were very familiar with that pair of brown dress shoes . “Jackson ?" You called out as you entered your house . Setting your bags down on a table near the entrance.”You back Sweets ?" A deep voice called back. He poked his head out from your kitchen. You sighed . "What are you doing breaking and entering ?" You asked sarcastically as you marched into your kitchen. Watching with narrowed eyes as a certain brunette rummaged through your refrigerator. He didn't even look back at you. Just continually rummaging through your fridge.

"It's not breaking and entering, just entering as you see nothing in your house is broken Sweets." He stated matter of factly. Still digging in your fridge as if he owned the place. “That's not the point ." You grumbled walking over to the tall brunette. Giving him a harsh slap on the back to add emphasis on your point. “Yah! I'm your Oppa don't hit me!" He said as he quickly turned around grabbing your small wrist with his large hands . You rolled your eyes . "Oppa my ass , you're only two months older than me . Hardly an Oppa ." You said shaking your wrist from his grasp. "Doesn't matter , I'm still your O P P A !" He said putting emphasis on every letter in the word 'oppa'.

You gave him the finger . He just chuckled . Shrugging you off as he went back to rummaging through your fridge . "Anyways oppa," You mused "what are you doing entering my house unannounced?" You asked as you leaned against your fridge . As he continued to dig in it . “That's right Sweets." Jackson mused referring to you addressing him as Oppa before he continued "Haven't got to spend as much time you lately. I'm sure you missed your Oppa." He said finally grabbing whatever he was looking for and closing your fridge . He held a can a of Sprite . This bastard . All that fucking digging for a can of Sprite that sat in a shelf on the fridge door. This guy was a menace. “You saw me earlier today at McDonalds." You replied smartly . He smacked his lips , letting out a groan. "I didn't get to spend time with you there . You were too busy throwing glances at that Hoseok guy." He whined . Opening his can of Sprite . "I was not ." You huffed .

"And I don’t have a V.I.P." He said rolling his eyes . “V.I.P?" You questioned he brunette. He replied nonchalantly "Very Impressive Penis" he stared sort of proudly. You choked on your own spit. The cringe filling your entire being. You nodded your head in the direction of the front door . "You see that door Jackson? Walk through it."

Jackson chuckled . Giving you the finger . "I do have a V.I.P though." He said throwing you his infamous smirk. “Jackson if you don't stop ." You groaned . “It's not my fault your such a Dildo Baggins ." He teased . It's true you haven't got laid in ages but you were not in a relationship with a dildo. “Whatever Rumpleforeskin." You shout back with a remark just as crude as his. He shrugged off your insults . "Anyways who's the guy you were with today? What's with him, you seeing him or something?" He inquired about Hoseok. “We're getting to know each other ." You replied ."He isn't just a guy you want to peg you?" He asked surprised .

“No. You know Jackson unlike you I don't go looking for hookups all the time ." His dramatic side back as he put a hand over his heart faking pain. " I do no such thing, Sweets." “Fucking liar ." You replied . It was true Jackson wasn't innocent. He may have not fucked his groupies , but that doesn't mean he wasn't in the beds of random girls left and right . None of them stayed around long. He had them for one night before kicking them out the next morning. "Don't be mad I get laid and you don't ." He said

“Just for that I'm getting laid tomorrow." You said giving his arm a rough slap. “I mean that's the purpose of bringing you out tomorrow. It's be a shame if you came out only to not get lucky." He said nonchalantly. “With the outfit I have planned to wear tomorrow, I'll get laid for sure ." You replied irritably “Can't wait to see it Sweet Cheeks ." He said tautly . “Whatever I'm bored of this talk." You said grabbing a banana off the counter . "Want to watch some Netflix ?" You asked “Sweets are you asking me to a Netflix and Chill session ?" He said wiggling his brows at you as he took another sip of Sprite . "Hardly." You groaned making your way to your living room. Plopping yourself onto your couch . Followed suit by Jackson.

As you were setting up everything for Netflix . Jackson spoke "you know Sweets , I was here for about 30 minutes before you came home. And all I hear is this extremely loud fucking banging and shit. Your neighbor must be drilling his girl hard." He chuckled . “They make me want to shoot myself ." You replied bitterly just thinking about your deranged neighbors. You pulled up your Netflix and sat back on your couch. "You can pick what you want to watch." You said letting him take over your laptop .

Jackson hummed taking it from you. You watched as he put on 'Magic Mike' . “Magic Mike really?" You asked raising your eyebrow at him . “Ehh why not , they don't have Fifty Shades ." He hummed . Sometimes you forgot he read smutty books like Fifty Shades . Magic Mike was the next best thing . You cuddled into Jackson as you normally did when you two watched movies together . You had a calm exterior , however in the midst of watch Channing Tatum do his icon hip thrusts you couldn't help but imagine a certain dancing major preforming those moves instead . Tomorrow's party was bound to be exciting.

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