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irwinkitten · 5 years ago

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got lucky | c.h

requested by anon: ok so for the bi!reader concept: last year i ended my relationship w this girl the main reason was because she was really insecure and jealous especially about me being bisexual like anytime i would talk to a guy she would just get so upset about it and she would make such gross biphobic comments and at the time i had so much internalised biphobia that i tried to convince myself i was gay n stayed in the relationship longer than i should have because i rly liked her i guess lol anyways (1/4) we ended and a while afterwards i started seeing this guy who i’d known of for ages (friends of friends type situation) but we just never really talked before or hung out but from the first date we clicked and the sex was crazy good like the type of sex were ur ditching ur vibrators cuz he’s that good lmao so one weekend we went to this party together and of course she is also there, i was so surprised and i could see her eyeing us the whole night, so when she came over i was anxious af (2/4) and this guy knew i was bi! it was no secret, i worked really hard to accept myself! so she comes over and she deadass goes “are you straight now? i knew you would end up with a man!” and she’s all smug but also hurt and im standing there like what the fuck and THEN this dumb man goes “ha guess the sex is so good i made her straight again” and i’m literally about to cry over how gross the whole interaction is and im so shocked i can’t even defend myself, i dumped him that night obviously (3/) last messgae: so basically can you pls do a redo of the gross situation where instead of being with that dumb guy its with calum and he is so protective n sweet n NORMAL n encourages u to stand up for urself about bisexuality / your sexuality, because what happened to me happens too often and its disgusting and gross and no one deserves that!! only if u feel comfortable/inspired tho, no pressure!! love u laura, thank u for creating such a safe space for all the queer babies it means a lot 💘 notes: i kinda enjoyed writing this one esp for my sweet anon baby. i love u and i hope this is everything you wanted ♥ warnings: biphobia, implications of emotional abuse

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“Hey what’cha doing sweets?” Calum’s voice pulled you from your musings, your hand idly tracing patterns against the paper but the pen remaining on the desk. You wrenched your thoughts from the spiral you seemed to have fallen down, a smile crossing your lips as you felt your heart flutter at the sight of him.

“Nothin’. Just thinking.” You finally replied as he pulled up one of the spare chairs next to you, the bustling activity of the coffee shop falling into your background noise as his thigh pressed against yours.

“Really? Normally you doodle when you’re just thinking.” He countered with ease and your eyes dropped to the paper, noticing that the pen remained where you’d placed it when you first sat down. Subconsciously you must’ve realised that the route your thoughts had gone were not suitable to put down on paper, your fingers picking up the pen and mind falling blank immediately.

“Oh.” You breathed before placing the pen back down and packing away the pad and pen.

“What’s running through your head, doll?” Calum’s voice was quiet and concerned, you shrugged.

“Just, a lot on my mind is all. You’re not my keeper just because we’ve slept together.” You admitted quietly and he frowned before picking up his bag and for a sinking second you thought he was going to walk off, but instead, he took your bag from your hands and slung it over his shoulder.

He looked back at you expectantly and you sighed before standing up, leaving the coffee shop with him, your eyes on the floor as you fell into step next to him.

“Your place or mine?”

“E’s gonna be home and I don’t want to hear them rant about me bringing people back.” You muttered and Calum nodded.

“I think Ash is out. He’ll probably head out to Luke’s if I show up with you.” At his smirk, you rolled your eyes fondly before shoving him towards the bus stop. His indignant “hey!” was only ignored as you two waited for the bus, his arm slung over your shoulders.

Selfishly, you leaned into his touch, trying to ignore the fact that your stomach was doing flips at his touch alone.

The bus journey was a quiet ten minutes, but Calum seemed to understand that you weren’t willing to talk with so many people around, so he was content to just keep you close, and you were unwilling to pull away until his stop came up.

When you reached his shared house with Ashton, you noted that the car was gone from the driveway and Calum smirked.

“Looks like he’s out. C’mon.” His hand tucked around yours and pulled you inside. And for a second you wondered if you could distract him with sex, but then the guilt appeared and you could feel the tears of frustration appear as your thoughts swirled and you felt dizzy.

Calum had stepped ahead, turning to see you stood leaning against the closed door, head in your hands and he knew something was wrong. Stepping back to you, he dropped your bags and took your hand in his, pulling you upstairs to his room and your stomach twisted uncomfortably.

“Cal I-”

“I’m not suggesting that.” He muttered. You fell silent at that and as he pulled you into his room, you felt unsure, but he gave you no chance to really deny him as he crawled into bed before opening his arms out to you.

“Cal.”

“I know you. You don’t do emotional stuff well but I’m here for a cuddle and an ear if you need it.” You fell into the embrace easily, your head resting on his chest as his arms wrapped around your shoulders, his lips finding your temple as you finally felt something in you snap, the surge of emotions overwhelming and frighteningly vivid.

“I keep telling myself that I never was a lesbian, that I still found men attractive but Poppy made me feel like having that attraction was stupid since I was dating her and that I was a lesbian and it’s so fucking confusing because I like you, but I can hear her voice screeching that I’m not right, that I’m a lesbian or faking it or a freak.” And for the first time since you left Poppy, you cried.

Calum had been waiting for this. When the split had happened, you’d been ready for it, you’d already left her mentally, but this was what he knew you needed. He knew that the relationship with her had been toxic, but you’d never revealed the extent of her behaviour.

His heart broke.

“Just because you like both men and women does not mean you should feel so guilty over your sexuality. There’s a B in LGBT for a reason, doll. That’s you. You’re bisexual and you should be proud of that, not ashamed because some bitch with a control issue couldn’t handle the fact that you liked more than women.”

You found yourself gripping his shirt with your fists as you pressed your face into his chest, trying to stem the tears that seemed relentless. But Calum held his silence whilst you got it out of your system, knowing that you needed to get this off your chest.

“I’m sorry.” You finally got out, but he simply shushed you.

“She was a shitty person with an attitude to show. You shouldn’t apologise for the bitch.” His words were simple but it gave you a breath of ease, pulling away as hands rubbed your shoulders gently.

He was definitely too good to you, but he was there for you regardless and you were certain that you loved him for that.

“There’s gonna be a party on the other side of town in a couple of weeks. Ash took over the old Firefly down on Hartley. He’s revamping before opening the bar to the public. You fancy going?” And you smiled at the gentle distraction he was offering.

“We get at least a free drink if we show up, right?” And Calum laughed as he kissed your temple.

“He wouldn’t say no to me. Or you. In fact, I’m almost certain he’s expecting me to do full introductions on that night since Luke and Mike will be there with the others and their girls.” You rolled your eyes.

“It’s not like I went to school with Luke or anything.” Came your sarcastic retort and Calum laughed as the two of you settled for the evening.

“Pretty sure Luke last saw you when you started dating Poppy. He’s put two and two together but he won’t say anything unless you mention it. Even then he knows it’s not his place.” Your heart seemed to swell another size in affection for Luke.

“You’re making it difficult for me to not fall in love with you Cal. Good dick, you know how to use those lips and fingers of yours, you make me feel like I belong and you respect boundaries without me having to ask.” You finally muttered and Calum gave you an almost wistful smile.

“You may have been with Poppy but that didn’t stop me from being friends with you. You’re someone I’ve genuinely cared about from day one. Not gonna chuck that away because of who you are. Plus growing up with my mom and sister almost made certain I’d be in touch with my feminine side.” He teased but the sincerity and understanding in his tone eased your shoulders.

Your features softened at the admittance and you pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“Then I definitely got lucky to have you in my life at least, falling in love or not.”

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When the day of the party rolled around, you felt sick with nerves and you couldn’t understand why.

When Calum rolled up to pick you up—he was driving to Luke’s who lived closest to the bar and you’d both get a ride back to yours before he picked up his car the following morning—he could see the nerves and the grimace on his face spoke volumes.

“What?” You all but demanded when you were debating outfits. He’d been sitting on the bed watching, but got up and held his hands out to you.

You took them hesitantly. His thumbs almost immediately started to soothe across the back of your hands to help relax you.

“Word has gotten around that Poppy is planning to show up. We haven’t exactly been quiet about our relationship, but I didn’t think she’d pull something like this.” And your stomach churned uncomfortably.

“We’re still going. Ashton promised free drinks and we’ll be in the VIP area right?” You checked and Calum nodded.

“Ashton has already told the bouncers that she’s not allowed near the VIP section. They’re checking and rechecking the lists to make sure she isn’t on one of them.” He explained and you let out a breath of air.

“Okay. It’ll be fine. It’s being handled and I’ve got you. Now which outfit do you think I should wear?” He studied your face for a second before a smile broke across his lips.

“The dark purple with the deep plunge. Is it wrong of me to flaunt in her face what she lost?” And you laughed as you kissed him.

“I mean, yes. But I also know that you want to show me off properly now that we’ve got things really settled.” You murmured and he grinned back unabashedly.

It was still an uphill battle, but he’d given you a lot to think about. And after gentle convincing, you’d found an LGBT friendly therapist who helped you process your thoughts. It helped you come to terms with accepting the toxic relationship that you’d been in but also it highlighted how beneficial Calum had been as a friend and confidant.

It also gave you the courage to ask Calum out officially, wanting to be with him entirely and not just in the evenings.

He took that in his stride and things shifted once more between the two of you. When you opened up to him about some of your sessions, you knew that your trust had been well placed because he never indicated anything to his friends and so you were never subjected to pitying stares or glares.

You were almost sure that you’d fall in love with him faster than you fell for Poppy.

The drive to Luke’s was filled with your nerves. You hadn’t seen Luke in years and you were also meeting his two other friends, Ashton and Michael as well as their partners.

“Ashton’s excited to finally meet you and stop telling me to be careful when I go to yours.”

Despite Calum living with Ashton, your schedules never seemed to match and more often than not, Calum could be found at your place, a small sanctuary from your hectic lives.

Ashton never begrudged that time you shared together, but Calum had mentioned a few times about how snappy he was being on the subject.

“He’ll chill when he realises I’m not out to break your heart or steal something.” You muttered with a chuckle. Calum snorted in return as he pulled into Luke’s driveway.

Your nerves return full force as he pulls you to the front door and steps in like he lives there.

“Hey fuckers, anyone about?” He called through and was met with calls of confirmation, another yell following that they were in the dining room. Your fingers squeezed Calum’s tightly and he didn’t hesitate to return it, his thumb soothing across the skin on the back of your hand.

“Look who it is!” A voice crowed loudly as he stepped into the dining room, followed by loud calls of greetings.

There was a flurry of introductions and you felt like the spotlight was being shone on you, under scrutiny from his best friends gazes once they had greeted their friend and Calum had introduced you. Or re-introduced you in Luke’s case.

“Well c’mon, the last time I saw you we were leaving school. What’s been happening to you?” Luke finally asked, indicating to the seat next to him. A small smile graced your lips as you sat down, Calum falling into the seat next to you as you shrugged.

“Life I guess? It’s been definitely more interesting with the different jobs and moving about. Building up a social life again.” Luke’s face filled with a frown at that.

Michael came in next.

“Building up a social life? Did you not have one?” His words held an innocent curiosity, yet you felt yourself hesitate.

“My ex was controlling to the point that I couldn’t do anything without their permission. They managed to make me believe that no one really wanted me around and I lost touch with old friends, like Luke.” You glanced to the side and he was frowning.

The others held varying degrees of stunned shock or disapproval.

“Well then he was a cunt.” Michael muttered and your eyes refused to meet theirs at the assumptions. Luke stayed quiet but his hand rested on your knee, squeezing it. You shot him a gentle smile in return.

“Well it’ll be good to have you back in our lives. Especially with these two knuckleheads.” He nodded at Ashton and Michael who immediately protested and you laughed.

It felt like you’d known them for years as you all had a few shots. Ashton, despite being the owner of the bar, wasn’t worried about turning up with his friends. He’d already explained to his staff that he’d be around for the rest of the night once he arrived and he’d told the small groups he’d be here and there.

After a handful of shots, the group of you made your way to the bar, your arm linked with Calum’s. There were separate conversations happening between you all, their girlfriends including you on their pamper night whilst the boys discussed a possible games night for all of you.

When you arrived at the club, you saw the queue of people waiting to get in and the subsequent groans from the line as the bouncer let you in, no questions asked.

Ashton guided the group of you to the VIP section and the music was still loud but you could still hear each other talking. You were chatting away with Luke’s girlfriend, arm still linked with Calum’s as Ashton disappeared to get drinks.

Calum pulled your attention away briefly, his lips by your ear.

“I’ve spotted her. She’s not seen us yet so don’t worry.” You barely nodded, acknowledging his words as you listened in, fighting to keep your nerves down.

The night continued and you were all a few drinks deep. Calum’s arm had barely left your waist all night as you talked and danced and drank. You’d been welcomed into his group of friends with an ease you never realised existed.

You’d deliberately not tried to seek out Poppy, silently praying that the universe would comply. But as the group of you stood out in the smokers area, huddled together under a heating lamp, your stomach sank as she stepped out, her eyes narrowing on you.

“Fuckin’ knew it!” You could feel the alarm in your face as you stepped back into Calum, his arm going around you protectively.

“Poppy, you’re drunk.” You felt curious gazes from your new friends, but you didn’t spare them a glance.

“You break up with me and go running to his arms, I knew you weren’t a fuckin lesbian. Pretending to try it out? Just another straight girl seeking attention. Fucking freak.” She snapped and your stomach sank.

“Get it through your thick head that she’s bisexual.” Calum snapped in your defence, earning a glare from Poppy. But Calum didn’t shrink from the glare, your glance to his face confirmed he was giving her his own. You were mildly impressed that she didn’t back down instantly.

“She’s a fuckin liar! Years of my life wasted on this bitch.” She spat at your feet and you took in a deep breath.

“You don’t get to control me anymore, Poppy. I’ve liked both men and women, but you never liked that because it meant that I had more chances of leaving you. And I wished I’d have left you sooner. Calum certainly thought so.”

“Of course you fucked the first man to pay you any attention.” Your heart sank once more at her declaration and you felt your mind fall into the old trap that you’d fought with for so long.

“No she never. In fact she slept with a few girls long before she slept with me. But I was her best friend as she tried to deal with the mess you created in her mind.” Calum snapped back. You felt your heart swell for him.

Poppy stepped forward, her hand raised but then Ashton stepped in front of you.

“Get out. You’re no longer welcome in this bar.” He made a gesture and security slowly made their way over.

“She shouldn’t be fucking welcome!” Poppy yelled back, but Ashton held firm.

“She is my friend. You are not. Get. Out.” When the bouncer rested a hand on her arm, she shrugged it off and stormed away. Your entire body was trembling.

“So that was the ex, huh?” Michael commented and you could feel your hands trembling as you nodded. “Why didn’t you correct me?” Calum spoke up for you as his hands took yours.

“It’s been a battle for her. Poppy had convinced her she was a lesbian, that she was wrong for having any attraction to men. In Poppy’s world, either your gay, lesbian or straight. Being bisexual isn’t acceptable in her eyes.” Calum’s arms wrapped around you and you stood there, holding onto him for dear life.

“Well that makes two of us then.” Michael’s casual comment had your knees go weak and you let out a weak laugh.

“Thank you Ash.” You finally murmured when you pulled away from Calum. Ashton didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around you in a warm hug that was both comforting and reassuring.

“Hey, you’ve been the best thing for my best mate. And you were friends with Luke once before. I’ve definitely got your back. And I get why you didn’t say anything and don’t hold that against you.” He muttered and you breathed a sigh of relief before returning to Calum’s embrace.

“More drinks or are we gonna go back to Luke’s?” And you shook your head.

“Let’s stay. I’m not gonna let her ruin it,” you leaned forwards so your lips were by his ear as the others went inside, “also I want to see if we can christen the bar in one of the toilets.” You breathed. Calum groaned as his grip around you got tighter and he pulled you in for a kiss that promised more.

“Oh you’re so fucked sweetheart. Especially since I know where the individual lips are and they aren’t attended by anyone.” You held back a moan at that thought before pulling away, your hand in his.

“Dance first?” And the innocence in your tone made him laugh as he followed behind you willingly.

“Menace.” The term was laced with affection as he caught up to you, kissing the spot just below your ear.

You simply grinned in return as you pulled him onto the dance floor, Poppy long forgotten as he danced with you.

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hookedonapirate · 5 years ago

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Miss Fix-It

Summary: Miracle worker. Relationship Guru. Savior.

Those are just a few of her monikers, but most people have taken to call her Miss Fix-It. Helping broken-hearted women get back together with their former boyfriends is her specialty. How does she do it, you ask? Simple—she becomes his date from hell so he’ll realize what a catch he had before he let her go.

Emma Swan is an expert at fixing relationships, it’s just too bad she’ll never have one of her own.

Her particular set of talents is tested, however, when a cheating ex-girlfriend requests her services. Emma’s reluctant at first. It’s not an easy task to make someone seem like a catch when they’ve cheated, but the potential client is an emotional wreck desperate to get her former boyfriend back before he heads back to England. Besides, Emma Swan never backs down from a challenge. They don’t call her Miss Fix-It for nothing. She’ll find a way to make him wish he was back in his ex-girlfriend’s arms, no matter what it takes. If only she can squash the feelings she develops for him and stop breaking her rules.

Captain Swan AU with a side order of Snowing.

A/N: A big shout out to @ultraluckycatnd for beta reading and to @onceuponaprincessworld for letting me share my ideas with her!

Also available on: AO3 l FF.N

Catch up: Ch 1 Ch 2 Ch 3

Chapter 4

“Thanks for giving me this job at the last minute. I appreciate it.”

Robin flashes a warm smile. “No problem, lass. I needed the help and Dave told me you needed another job because you were behind on your bills. Besides, he owed me for hiring Regina.”

Emma hoists her head up, pausing from the cosmopolitan she’s making to turn around and raise her brows at her new boss. “Wait, back up. Regina works here, too?”

He nods, confusion clouding his features. “David didn’t tell you?”

“Um, no-oooo,” she fumes, not particularly happy about the thought of working with her. Had she known, she would’ve never accepted the job here. She would’ve figured out another way to run into Killian. One that didn’t involve having to put up with the Evil Queen.

“She got fired from her previous job. My guess is because she was too controlling, even toward her superiors, and no one else wanted to hire her.”

Emma makes a pained gasp in fake astonishment. “Regina was too controlling? I’m shocked!” Emma remarks theatrically in a breathy tone. Finishing the cocktail, she adds a freshly sliced lime garnish and serves a woman at the bar her drink.

Robin follows behind to continue their conversation. “Anyway, she was staying home all the time and constantly knocking on Mary Margaret’s and David’s door to complain about all the noise they were supposedly making.”

Emma grabs a fresh terry cloth hand towel and wipes down the counter after two patrons leave their seats. She looks up and scans the bar crowd, anxiously waiting for a particular patron to show up. Disappointment flares in her gut when she doesn’t spot him. She’s fine, though, really. “But she did that before.”

“Not as often, believe it or not. You should’ve seen David and Mary Margaret a few weeks ago. They. Were. Livid.” He chuckles. “Regina stormed over to their apartment, pounding on the door while they were engaged in...” He clears his throat and continues, “well, let’s just say they were making tacos.”

Emma snorts. She’s well aware of what making tacos means for Mary Margaret and David. She’s accidentally interrupted them a few times while they were making tacos.

“They were desperate and needed a break, so David begged me to hire her.”

“Wow, they must’ve been desperate. They come here for drinks all the time,” she points out.

“Which is why I schedule her day shifts on the weekends. She’s gone for most of the day, and when Dave and Mary Margaret want to come here, she’s already gone home. And they aren’t home to make a noise while she’s trying to sleep, and she’s not here to spit in their drinks. It’s really a win/win situation.”

“Not for me,” Emma groans.

“At least your shifts will only overlap with hers for a few hours during the after-work rush on the days you’re both scheduled. She’ll be too busy to give you a hard time.”

“I highly doubt that. She’ll yell at me for getting in her way.”

“Probably,” Robin agrees. “You can’t let her get to you, though.”

“Ha! Easier said than done.”

He dons a slight smile. “I know, believe me. I have to work with her a lot more than you do.”

“Oh, lucky you. How’s that going? Do you want to fire her yet?” she asks hopefully. “Or use her head as a dartboard?”

He chuckles and shakes his head. “She’s actually not as bad as everyone makes her out to be. She and I get along for the most part. Sometimes she gets in one of her moods though, and I have to hide in my office to avoid her.”

Emma throws the towel over her shoulder and turns around, placing her hand on her hip. “Regina actually found someone who gets along with her, other than her sister? That has to qualify for a good samaritan award,” she smirks. “How do you do it, anyway?” she asks curiously, cocking her head to the side.

He shrugs. “Regina’s kind of like a Shelby Cobra. She’s high maintenance, temperamental, unpredictable, not easy to drive, often gives you a headache and requires a lot of attention. But at the end of the day, she just wants to be loved and cared for.”

Emma sighs and shakes her head. “Why do men like to compare women to cars?” She narrows her eyes at him. “Why are you—my boss—comparing women to cars to me—one of your employees?”

“Oh, come on, it’s not like we’re strangers. How many times have I given you free drinks?”

“So what, that makes it okay?” She rolls her eyes. “No wonder your wife left you.”

Robin gasps dramatically, placing his hand on his heart, and the look he gives reminds her of a wounded animal. “You go straight for the jugular, don’t you? I guess I won’t have to worry about you not being able to handle yourself with the rowdy male patrons.”

“Damn right you don’t. If there’s anything I’m good at, it’s putting men in their place. It's one of my specialties.”

“I don’t doubt that,” he chuckles. “No wonder you’re single,” he teases.

“Haha, you’re hilarious,” she says sarcastically. “For your information, I choose to be single.”

“Uh-huh, that’s what all single people say.”

“Well, I guess it takes one to know one,” she retorts.

He responds with a caustic smirk.

Tossing the towel on the counter, she scans the bar once more before walking away while excusing herself to use the ladies’ room. Heading down the small corridor to the restroom, she pulls out her phone and sends a text. As much as she enjoys her banter with Robin, she needs to save the rest of her sassy energy for someone else.

Emma: What’s the ETA?

Slipping her phone into her back pocket, she enters the restroom, using one of the available stalls. Her back pocket buzzes when she’s washing her hands at the sink. She dries them off and steps outside the restroom to take the call, speaking quietly into the phone.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“He’s on his way,” David replies.

“It’s about time. What took so long? You said he’d be here at seven-thirty.” She checks her Fitbit for the time. “It’s almost nine.”

“Sorry, there was a bit of a delay. He stopped by Ruby’s to return a box of her stuff before I got home,” David sighs. “They ended up getting into an argument, which is both a good thing and a bad one. He’s even more revved up and ready to drink, but be prepared for him to be in a pisspoor mood.”

“Don’t worry, I can handle him,” she assures. “Do you think he’ll be pissed at you for standing him up?”

“I’ll just tell him I had to help Mary Margaret with a wedding planning emergency.” She can detect his smile over the phone. “Works like a charm every time. And as you know, there’s always at least one.”

“Oh, I know,” Emma laughs. “I’m the maid of honor, remember? I’m lucky to get a day off.”

He chuckles. “Just remember, a little over one month from now, it’ll all be over with.”

“Ugh, I can’t wait.” Her best friends are wasting no time getting married, and because Mary Margaret has been dreaming about marrying her Prince Charming since she was five years old, she already booked the venue two years ago, right after she met David. So they’re trying to scramble everything together in three months. Emma sees this as a blessing in disguise because it will get her out of having to bring a date. Since Ruby hired her to spend time with Killian and she's spending the rest of her time helping Mary Margaret pull everything together for the wedding, she won’t have time to find a date, or at least that’s the excuse she plans on giving Bridezilla.

“By the way, I have a bone to pick with you.”

He pauses. “You’re about to yell at me for not telling you about Regina, aren’t you?”

“Um, yeah. What the hell? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I knew you’d turn down the bartending job. But Robin promised not to schedule you together, very often at least. Besides, if you’re only there to get Ruby back with Killian, then why does it matter?”

She groans in frustration. “Are you kidding? Have you met her?!”

“I know, I know, but look at it this way, I’m pretty sure she likes Robin, so I think she’ll be in a much better mood at work,” he chuckles.

“So not funny.” She rolls her eyes.

“Sorry, Emma. You know I love you.”

“Love you too,” she mumbles bitterly under her breath.

“Well, I should let you go. Killian will be there any minute now.”

“Okay, talk to you later.”

“Good luck.”

“Thanks,” she says before hanging up. Something tells her she’ll need all the luck she can get.

She checks her text messages and sure enough, there’s a string of them from a freaked out Mary Margaret regarding the wedding invitations she ordered. Or rather, ones she didn’t order. This is the second time the invitations have been delayed, otherwise, they would’ve been sent out a month ago. Well, at least now David will have a valid excuse for standing up Killian. Mary Margaret clued her fiance in on the situation with Ruby and Killian, and because he has a similar stance as her about hope and love and second chances and blah blah blah, he offered to help. (The pair’s optimism is rather annoying. Endearing, but annoying.) Thus, Emma’s plan to get a job at the bar so she could talk to Killian without it seeming like she was just another woman at the bar trying to hit on him, was hatched.

Finding nothing which requires her immediate attention, Emma looks up from her phone, tucking it into her back pocket. Instead of rounding the corner to head back to work though, she immediately halts in her tracks, all the air leaving her lungs when she sees him—the epitome of tall, dark and handsome—as he enters the bar. Her heart spikes, eyes widening as she watches him make his way across the room, his shoulders hanging low. His expression makes her heart hurt. He looks completely broken. Probably from the fight with Ruby. But the wreckage in his eyes takes nothing away from how attractive he is.

God, he’s gorgeous.

Emma’s suddenly very nervous and fidgety, tucking her hair behind her ear, smoothing her hands over the front of her slim jeans and ironing out the wrinkles in her red, button-down blouse. She unsnaps a couple buttons, exposing some cleavage, but then, twisting her lips with indecisiveness, she snaps the buttons into place.

Oh, screw it. She unbuttons them again. She’s supposed to be his distraction.

She returns behind the bar counter, keeping herself occupied to avoid the temptation of staring at the handsome man taking a seat at the bar. She takes some orders, trying to steady her hands as she’s making some cocktails. She sneaks a peek when she suspects it's safe to do so and catches him burying his face in his hands.

Poor guy.

Emma really wants to tell Ruby she can’t go through with this, even more so since she found out who her ex is. But that would mean breaking the contract. She empathizes with the guy, and knowing he’s the same man she’d fantasized about for two months makes it worse. Scratch that, knowing he’s a god in bed and how big his dick is makes it worse. Now, seeing him again after that time had passed only reminds her of how good-looking he is. Not that she forgot.

She’s not even sure she can go through with her grand plan. She wouldn’t wish that on anyone, let alone Killian. And she’s only ever talked to him for like two seconds. She’s so fucked.

Taking a deep breath while tucking some hair behind her ears again, she clears her throat and strides over to him, her heart thumping in her ear. She straightens her clothing once more before placing her hands on the counter directly in front of him. “Did you come here just to mope on my counter?” she teases, throwing on a cheeky smirk, thankful her voice didn’t give out on her. “Or did you come here to drink?”

“Listen, I've had a terrible day,” he mumbles into his palms, but she can detect that rich, British accent she remembers from two months ago, and shudders.

She should’ve put the pieces together when Ruby had told her the ex was heading back to England, but maybe she just didn’t want to think about the possibility that this man was him. She didn’t want it to be true.

He drags his hands down his face, still grumbling. “Actually, this entire week has been fucking he—” His silky, accented words hang in the air when he looks up, his eyes flickering with recognition when they connect with hers. She swears she can hear him suck in a breath as his mouth hangs open. He flicks his tongue along the inside his cheek as if to say, well, well, well if it isn't the bitch from the elevator. A variety of expressions fleet across his features—intrigue, surprise, perhaps a hint of attraction, or so she’s hoping. She has to tighten her hands around the edge of the counter to keep from falling, those stunning blue eyes knocking the wind out of her. And she’s definitely not imaging what else he could be flicking that sinful tongue at. She clenches her thighs to ease some of the tension she feels under his fascinated gaze.

He wags a finger at her. “I remember you. You’re the woman who barrelled into me on the elevator.”

Ha, I knew it!

She glares at him hotly, placing a hand on her hip. “Yeah because you were blocking the entrance to said elevator.”

He frowns. “Aye, to keep the doors open for you when I saw you coming. I was being a gentleman.”

She scoffs.

“And need I remind you, I picked up your phone and handed it to you?” he points out smugly.

“As you should've since you were the reason I dropped it in the first place.” She cocks her head, lifting a challenging brow.

He chuckles and shakes his head. “There’s no chance of me winning this, is there?”

Emma crosses her arms over her chest, a slight smirk tugging her lips. “Nope.”

“Well, the next time I see a gorgeous woman running toward the elevator, I’ll make sure to step off so the doors can close before she gets there. Even if it means she has to wait for it to return to her floor.” He shrugs and crosses his arms over the counter, leaning over it. “And if she’s on her phone and runs into the doors, well, that’s her fault. Is that what you’d rather have me do, love?”

The endearment sends goosebumps over her skin as she leans over the counter, their faces only inches away from each other. “Fine, you get a point for keeping the doors open. But not for picking up my phone.”

Amusement dances across his features as he cracks a smile. “I’ll take what I can get.”

A victory grin crosses her lips, her eyes hooked on his. For a moment, she just stares at him, raw, magnetic energy suffocating the surrounding air.

A rowdy bunch enters the bar, along with their boisterous hooting and hollering and she remembers herself again and straightens, clutching at the edge of the counter. “So, whatcha drinking tonight?”

“What do you recommend for a man who just got his heart ripped out and torn to bits in a blender like a strawberry smoothie?” Despair etches his features again and her heart tightens, though she knows it’s not nearly as painful as what he’s feeling. She knows all too well what he’s going through.

“Ouch, I guess you weren't joking when you said you had a rough week.”

“Rough doesn’t begin to cover it,” he grumbles bitterly.

She purses her lips in thought, rubbing her chin as she decides what drink to suggest. “Something strong I take it?”

“Please.”

“Tequila Slammers usually work for me, but I might have something more up your alley. Can I see some identification?”

He cocks a brow. “Seriously? I come here all the time. Your boss is one of my best mates.”

She offers up an apologetic smile and a shrug. “Sorry, I’m required by law, and I don’t want to get fired on my first day. Besides, for someone who frequents this place a lot, you should already know the selection Robin keeps in stock.”

“I do, but since you’re new, I have to put your bartending skills and knowledge of alcohol to the test,” he says with a playful wink.

“Ah, a challenge? I’m always up for a challenge.” Her lips curve into a dramatic smirk. “Still need to see some identification, though.”

He blows out an exasperated sigh, dragging his wallet from his leather jacket, pulling out his i.d. and handing it to her. She scans his date of birth, doing the math in her head and gives it back. He’s 28 and his birthday’s January 26th. Good to know.

“First day, huh?” he asks, slipping his i.d. into his wallet before returning the wallet into his pocket. “I wondered why I haven’t seen you here before.”

“Yeah, I needed a side job.”

“Oh yeah? What else do you do?”

Emma hesitates before answering. She doesn’t want to lie to him, but she has to focus on the goal because otherwise, she’ll end up on a slippery slope. “I own a small home improvement company.” It’s not a complete lie. Okay, it is, but she has the required education, and an updated Residential Builders license; she just hasn’t put either to much use since her grandparents passed away, which halted pretty much all of her plans and dimmed her ambitions to actually own and run her own home improvement company. But if she’s making Ruby look like a saint, she has to lie to Killian. And she really hates that. She hates this situation Ruby and Mary Margaret put her in; they sort of cornered Emma, wedging her in between a rock and a hard place.

“Really?” he asks in surprise.

“What? You think because I’m a woman, I can’t get my hands dirty with good old-fashioned, hard work?” she asks defensively.

“I didn’t say that. I’m just surprised you have the time to own your own business and tend a bar.”

“I manage.” Emma shrugs. “Why don’t I get you that drink,” she says, desperate to change the subject. She places a glass tumbler on the bar top and spins around, dashing to a cabinet where she knows Robin stashes the good liquor. She can feel Killian’s eyes burning into her backside as she reaches up to grab a bottle of Bacardi Superior.

When she turns around again to pour his glass, she catches him staring at her, confirming her suspicions. Her cheeks warm and she fights off a triumphant grin as his eyes drop to the drink she’s pouring him.

“Very impressive,” he comments with genuine pride. “You could’ve gone for whiskey but instead, you chose my favorite brand of my favorite liquor. How did you know?”

She shrugs nonchalantly, sliding over the glass of rum to him. “Drowning your sorrows in rum is an excellent remedy for being cheated on.”

Devastation clouds his features again, and she immediately regrets her statement. It’s a sore topic.

She shouldn’t have brought it up, especially since they’re technically still strangers; they haven’t officially exchanged names yet. But she can’t exactly tell him she obtained pertinent details from Ruby, (along with some extremely intimate and very unnecessary ones) like his affinity for rum, now can she?

“But I never said I was cheated on. There are many other things that can lead to a broken heart.”

“True, but you’re kind of an open book, and I’m actually quite perceptive.”

He takes a sip of his drink before setting down the glass, still clutching onto it, his eyes furrowing as he studies her for a moment. “You’re friends with Mary Margaret. And knowing her, or rather, what I’ve gathered about her, she can’t keep a secret to save her life. That’s not perception, darling, that’s listening to gossip.”

She wrinkles her brows. “How do you know I’m friends with her?”

“Because, when we ran into each other on the elevator, you mentioned that her neurotic behavior was the reason why you were on your phone. Ruby had often described Mary Margaret in a similar fashion. Plus, you showed me the text from an MM, so I put the pieces together.” He lifts his glass, pointing a finger at her and cocking his head from side to side as he adds very smugly, “That, my love, is what you call perception.”

Her mouth opens in protest, but anything she'd planned to say is immediately lost to the clever smirk he’s donning before he lifts his glass to those sensuous looking lips and takes a victory drink. She’d never wanted to smack a grin off someone’s face so badly in her life. She has to leave to help other customers, but it gives her time to calm down and think. She has to think of a way to respond to that, but she’s so flustered and infuriated at the same time, she can’t think straight. She’s only known him very briefly and already he’s managed to crawl his way under her skin, in more ways than one.

After serving a few patrons, she returns to Killian, wiping down the bar counter. “So, what do you do for a living? Other than pester bartenders,” she slips in, taking a jab at him.

There he goes again, flicking his tongue along the inside of his cheek as he sets her with a sarcastic glare. Good God, that thing should be illegal.

“I’m an architect. But I’m guessing you already know that too.”

Damn, this guy’s good.

“Maybe. But still, I wanted to be polite by asking you about yourself. Is that so bad?”

A deep chuckle rumbles from his throat, penetrating her ears so deliciously she can feel all the way in her toes. “You're a lot like Tequila. Sweet on the tongue but burns all the way down.”

She rolls her eyes in annoyance, but at least he didn't compare her to a car. “How do you know I'm sweet on the tongue?” she asks cheekily, placing a hand on her hip.

A ridiculously sultry grin crawls over his ridiculously handsome face, making the pulse of her heart stagger. “While I do imagine you would be sweet on the tongue,” he says, swiping his tongue across his lips, “I was referring to your act of chivalry followed up with an insult.”

She has to run away again and busy herself with tasks to recover from the comment and the way he casually licked his lips.

“I work at Fisher’s,” he says when she hands a drink to the guy sitting next to him.

She looks at him, arching a brow in curiosity. “What got you into architecture?”

“Well, I’ve always had a knack for drawing. I got my creativity from my mum, but unlike what you do, I enjoy working from scratch. Which is not to crap on your craft, love, we’re just different in that way. How did you get into home improvement?”

“My grandparents. They were house flippers, and I wanted to carry on the family business after they died.”

A doleful look clouds his features. “Sorry to hear, love.”

“Thanks,” she murmurs. “Continuing the business was the plan at least. But it reminded me too much of them, made me miss them more, you know? So I had to separate myself from it all and take some time to grieve. Then I ended up starting my own business.” That was also the plan, but it didn’t exactly happen that way.

“Well, I’m glad you were able to keep doing what you love,” he smiles optimistically.

“Yeah,” she breathes, guilt and regret coiled in the pit of her stomach.

He opens his mouth to say something, but the sound of his phone buzzing on the counter pulls him from his thoughts. He looks at the screen and sighs. “Of course,” he mutters to himself.

“What’s wrong?” she asks in concern, even though she knows who the text is from.

“I got a text from David. He invited me here tonight. Wanted to help make me feel better because of what happened with Ruby. I think he felt bad because Mary Margaret is friends with her.”

She nods in understanding, offering a slight smile. “Sounds like him.”

“Aye, except he canceled on me. Said he had to help Mary Margaret with some wedding invitation crisis.”

“Oh, I’m well aware of the crisis,” Emma laughs. “She’s been blowing up my phone since I’ve been at work.”

Killian sighs. “That's another one of my plans falling through.”

“Oh yeah? What were the other plans?”

He shakes his head. “I’ve taken up too much of your time already. I don’t want to burden you with my problems.”

Emma opens her mouth to tell him he’s not at all a burden, but Robin interrupts her attempt when he emerges from his office.

“Hey, there he is!” he greets cheerily, approaching the counter as he glances between Killian and Emma, sensing he’s interrupting something. “I see you’ve two been acquainted?”

“Aye,” Killian manages a slight smile. “I didn’t realize you hired a new bartender.”

“It happened quite fast after I found out she needed another job. How’s she treating you?”

“Like family,” he answers, his eyes locked with hers. “She even knew what kind of rum I prefer.”

“She’s good, isn’t she?” Robin boasts proudly with a grin. “She’s perceptive too.”

The look on Killian’s face is priceless and the smile overtaking her lips is so smug, even she’s feeling the urge to slap it off herself.

“Aye, she is,” Killian answers, donning a sarcastic smirk.

“You aren't bringing down my new help with sob stories about your ex, are you?”

Killian’s brows furrow in mock offense. “No, of course not. I even dodged one of her questions to avoid that.”

Emma rolls her eyes. “Oh please, I’m used to hearing sob stories. This isn’t my first bartending job.”

“I know. You can handle yourself, I’m not worried,” Robin smiles and walks away to make his rounds, greeting the regulars and welcoming the newcomers. He knows how to work a crowd—it’s one of the many reasons his bar does so well.

Emma reverts her attention to Killian and sees him draining his glass and setting it down curtly. “Can I get another one, love?”

She nods and makes another glass for him, placing it in front of him. He’d taken his time with the first drink, but this one he downs in one impressive gulp before slamming it down on the bar top.

She arches a brow. “Easy there, tiger. You keep that up and you’re going to feel awful in the morning.”

“I’ll feel awful anyway,” he groans.

Emma purses her lips. “True, but I can think of a way that might make you feel better without the nasty hangover.”

Killian cocks a brow, intrigued. “And what’s that, darling?”

She smirks. “Just trust me. I get off soon. Meet me outside?”

Killian looks her over, a dubious look on his face. “Look, um…” Killian scratches behind his ear, pausing in hesitation for a second as his cheeks turn pink. “You seem really nice and all, and in other circumstances, I’d definitely take you up on the offer, but, I’m not really in the mood to—”

“To what? Have sex?” Emma laughs and shakes her head. “That’s not what I was offering, but it’s good to know I’d have a chance if you didn’t just go through an awful breakup. I do have to give you points for turning down sex so soon after your breakup. You just put Ross Geller to shame.”

Killian’s brows furrow in confusion. “I’m afraid I don’t follow the reference.”

She raises a brow. “You’ve never watched Friends?”

“Afraid not, love. I was more of a Seinfeld guy.”

Emma gasps. “That’s it. We can’t be friends anymore.”

Killian chuckles. “So we’re friends now?”

She shakes her head, but she’s smiling from ear to ear. “Not anymore.”

Killian pouts, and it’s just about the most adorable thing she’s ever witnessed before. Like more adorable than babies, kittens and puppies.

“Okay, fine, I suppose we can be friends.” She sticks out her hand. “I’m Emma.”

“I know, love; it says on your name tag,” he chuckles.

“And I already know yours is Killian from Mary Margaret and your i.d. but if we’re going to be friends, we have to be formally introduced, don’t you agree?”

He nods and slips his palm into hers. “I’m Killian. Nice to meet you, love.”

Oh god, his hand is so warm and feels like heaven in hers; her heart flutters as she manages a weak smile and shakes it. “Nice to meet you too, Killian.”

#cs ff #captain swan #miss fix-t #my fic

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op-peccatori · 5 years ago

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a little gift | MLQC Lucien (nsfw)

Happy Birthday, Lucien! a tad later than planned, but here’s the promised birthday sex from my invitation XD Let me know what you think!

Fandom: Mr Love: Queen’s Choice

Pairing: Reader/Lucien

Rating: 18+

Wordcount: 5200

Summary: It’s Lucien’s birthday and you’ve got a wonderful trip planned for him – along with an extra gift he isn’t expecting.

Warnings: explicit sex (vaginal & anal), mild masturbation, birthday sex, sex toys, established relationship

author fact: I spent so much time sitting in one place as I wrote this that my butt too, was aching by the end of it. this is the first time I’ve ever written anything involving butts, so please let me know if it’s...right?

a/n: im gonna have to come edit this once i get some sleep. i forgot how to spell laugh.

A bite of cake and a sip of wine, with a familiar warmth nestled into his side: Lucien is dangerously content.

Not for the first time, he thinks he will never give this up for anything in the world. He could never let go of the little surges of happiness brought on by the girl holding a forkful of cake up to his lips, and not the deep love flowing in his veins, keeping him alive.

The second photo album you've ever given him rests beside the cake. The second roll. A collection of your memories.

He can’t help the way he sneaks a kiss, helpless against your smiles, the way they curve your lips up even as they’re pressed to his. It makes him shudder when he feels your tongue flick against his lip, to tempt and to taste. He’s glad for the booth they’re hidden away in, that gives them enough privacy for him to lose himself for a moment. He lets the greed slip past, eager to take whatever you give it. Before the time comes when you might not get a chance.

He suppresses the heartache at the thought. There's no telling what the future holds. Danger still lurks in shadowed corners, and it's taught him fear. Not for himself, but for the one who holds his very being in her hands.

“You had some frosting there,” you murmur when you pull away, smile coy and eyes bright, fingers tracing a gentle path along his thigh. Never stepping a foot over the line, just toying with it. He wants to step over it with you, to fall over it, to fall into bed and wherever else you can and to taste you, the sweetest dessert, his lovely girl who just wants to give him a special birthday.

And you will, once you go away tomorrow, for the weekend. He remembers the way your face fell when he told you he has important meetings he can’t skip on the day of his birthday; it was subtle, but there is nothing he can miss when it comes to you. You both had to be content with brunch for today, as he would only get home at a late hour.

“Is it going to be a tiring day for you?” you had asked, concern hiding a hint of something he can't quite identify. It would be just like you to wait up, to give him a goodnight kiss – you do it often since you haven’t had much time to yourselves for weeks.

“Well, no. I’ll have to sit through a few meetings, review some of my colleagues’ work, but nothing too exhausting,” he had assured you. You haven’t mentioned anything about meeting him when he comes back, but he’s always had endless patience for you and your adorable tricks. He watches you as you eat carefully measured bites of cake, eyes lingering on the way you lick your lips, satisfied with the sugar and his company. He has never felt more thankful for birthdays when you let him feed you small bites with little protest and an endearing blush. It makes him think, makes him want to test boundaries. But he refuses to risk hurting you for the sake of his depraved curiosity. The time to part ways arrives all too soon, and your smile dims a little; for a moment, he seriously considers quitting his job.

“I can barely wait till tomorrow,” you mumble, arms would tight around his waist and forehead pressed into his chest. You stand outside the restaurant, packed cake in hand, waiting for the bus after you declined his offer to drop you home. He nuzzles the crown of your head, breathing in the faint scent of your favourite shampoo, closing his eyes in the face of your affection. “I want you all to myself.”

Your words feel warm on his skin. “Me neither, darling. And you will. What time is the flight?”

“8 am,” you answer, and again he senses something...off. Perhaps it’s the prospect of having to get up at 6 in the morning? You're not much of an early bird unless you're coaxed out of bed by the scent of breakfast. He still remembers the first time he stayed over vividly, and not just because of how soundly he slept next to you. You had to get up earlier than usual, for a meeting, and any ideas he'd had about a chirpy morning bird were shattered by the sight of your grumpy expression. It's a memory he likes to revisit when he's feeling dull; he had slipped into unexpected laughter, and you threw a pillow at him. Then he cuddled you until all thoughts of rage-texting Victor faded.

“Want me to come wake you up?” he asks after the brief jaunt down memory lane. He doesn’t bother trying to sound innocent; they both know if he wakes you up, it’ll be with his head between your legs. No danger of a grumpy ___ then.

“...I’d like that,” you agree readily, smiling up at him. "I'm sure I'll need it. I've been so tired these days..." There's little sign of the shy desire that usually clouds your eyes when he suggests something so improper in public, even though he keeps his voice low. He would be hurt, but instead, there’s a shiver of anticipation running along his spine as you brush your lips against his, dancing away when he leans in. "Happy Birthday, Lu."

Just what is his little butterfly up to?

The question sits in the back of his mind throughout the day, through each file he reads and every person presenting their research. He doesn’t exactly know where you’re taking him, but he has a few guesses, as you had insisted on packing not only his warmer jackets and thicker shoes, but also his swimming trunks. His thoughts race through ideas, drifting back to last month when he accidentally saw you scrolling through a cute little lingerie website.

'Oh.'

As he flips through the photos you took such care to preserve, he thinks that it's okay that he sees through most of your surprises. It doesn't lessen the delight they bring. He's eager to see what you picked out, what could have caught your fancy, and he hopes he gets to see it tomorrow.

It will take him some time to admit it, but he didn’t expect what he really found waiting for him in his apartment.

You look down at your collection, of new and old, with excitement curling along your mouth and a glass of water in hand. There’s some regret, for eating cake so early in the day when you have plans, but it's not like you could have skipped Lucien's birthday cake. Or even cake in general. You resisted where you could, and you think it'll be fine. You take a moment to fantasize about the sinful dessert sitting in your refrigerator before you get to work. It's 4:00 pm, which gives you plenty of time to work, but there's much to be done.

You're trying really hard to refrain from calling Lucien. Your boyfriend's been getting melancholic again, and you've come up with just the thing to distract him on his birthday.

You shower thoroughly, shave your legs with care, scanning them in the mirror to make sure you haven't missed a spot, applying sweet-scented lotion liberally across the skin. Painful flashbacks of the Brazilian you got for today have you wincing, but you've been determined to live up to the image you painted in your head. Willow, who'd gone to get one too, treated you to ice-cream afterwards, saying it's a must after the first one. After some deliberation, you paint your nails a pearly white and decide to take a nap before you get to blow-drying your hair.

It's 6:00 by the time you scramble out of bed, fixing yourself a light dinner and texting Lucien to make sure he's eaten.

[6:03] Lu: Don't worry. Professor Collins ordered enough for the building. I suspect he feels some guilt for calling me in today.

[6:04] Y/n: I knew there was a reason I liked him! Btw, what time do you think you'll be home?

[6:06] Lu: I'll try to make it home by 12. Don't worry, I'll get up on time ;)

Mouth pursing at the reminder of his horrendous sleeping habits, you go back to your soup with a restless heart. The clock's ticking, and you're quick to finish washing the dishes, finish some last minute packing, and when there's no chore left to do, you head for your bedroom. You connect your phone to the Bluetooth speaker, settling on an upbeat song while you plug in the hairdryer. As you divide your hair into sections, you're nearly giddy with excitement. As far as you could observe, Lucien has no idea what you've got planned, and you're quite proud to have slipped this past him.

You put the device down once each strand of hair is smooth and shiny, warm to the touch. And then you undress, until you're completely bare, running your fingers over lace, giddiness giving way to trepidation.

You're thankful there's a video on the website because there's no way you could've put on the set by yourself.

As you tighten the garter belts around your thighs and adjust the lace collar, peering at your reflection in the mirror as you put on simple pearl studs, you decide that it's fine that it's not the most comfortable thing you've ever worn, because you look really good. And you think Lucien will like it. Especially the very convenient holes in the cloth.

You don’t bother to put on much makeup, keeping it simple with waterproof mascara and lip balm.

You wrap yourself in a simple robe as you hurry to the living room, picking out a pair of black handcuffs, a toy you've only used a few times, all in preparation for today, and a bottle of lube. You put them in a bag along with a towel, a pack of wet wipes and grab your phone. It's 11:30, and you have a text from Lucien saying that he'll be done soon. You put on your flats and exit your apartment quickly, letting it shut behind you as you run over to his front door, tapping in his security code with ease. Before you enter, you pull out a thick white ribbon from your bag, tying it around the handle of the door.

As you slip off your shoes, you realize it's quite strange to be in Lucien's apartment without him there. The lights are off, the curtains drawn to keep the moonlight out. In the past, he's left you dozing in his bed if he has to go to work earlier, but you've never entered the place in his absence. There's no time to ponder the peculiarities of the situation, and you head to his bedroom, your steps timid as if to avoid waking up something slumbering in the shadows.

As you open the door, you peek through the slight crack even though you know he isn't home, stepping in once you're sure it's empty and letting the door close behind you with a click. You're more than familiar with his home, but something in you shies away from invading his privacy. If he knew you were thinking this after several months of dating, he would call you a silly. And get you to stay over more often.

With a resolute nod, you move towards the bed, turning on the lamp next to it. You take out the towel first, spreading it out over his clean sheets and taking a seat on it. You pull up a pillow behind you as you lean back against the headboard, slipping your robe off and folding it, putting it in the bag. You take out your tools, spreading them out in front of you, unsure how to go about this.

The scent of him is subtle, but it's very much present. It soothes your nerves, and the thought of his reaction to your presence gives you strength as you relax your shoulders. You close your eyes, resting them and your mind for a moment, acknowledging the nervousness. Whatever he might be expecting, it's certainly not this, and you can't hold back a smile at that.

You enjoy catching him off-guard.

Your fingers brush lightly over the side of your neck, across your collarbone, through the valley of your breasts, thinking about the way he likes to explore your skin with his mouth. As you toy with your breasts, you think about how he likes to start slow, never rushing, always taking his time to draw your pleasure out. He's the biggest tease you've ever met, and you can barely keep up with the games he likes to play, but it's always worth it – he ensures it. He likes to draw out your pleasure, to take it for himself, more and more until you beg for respite.

As you begin circling your clit lightly, you think about the time you tried to wake him up and it resulted in you positioned over him, riding his face as he devoured every drop of pleasure you had in you. How tightly he'd held on to your thighs, refusing to let you move away as he ate you out with only greed and gluttony driving his mouth. When your fingers are glistening and your cheeks are flushed, you leave it there and move to the next step.

Sitting up, you reach for the bottle of lube, pouring it generously, making sure your index finger is coated well before you turn your focus to the entrance above your sex. You’re on your back now, the soft cotton of the pillow warm from your body heat; your knees are pushed up, your arm reaching down between them. The slight trepidation you had felt the first time, at the feel of your finger dipping into the tightness is all but gone now, leaving behind slightly shaky confidence.

This is something Lucien has wanted to try for a while, but he hasn’t been too direct about it. He’s never gone beyond sliding in a finger, usually, while he’s fucking you, and you decided introducing it on this special day would be perfect. It was a good idea to try it on your own first, to see if it's something you would like, and ease into it. Still, you know Lucien's going to be at least a little difficult about it since you've kept this from him for nearly a month.

You're liberal with the lube as you prepare yourself, adding another finger once you’ve adjusted to the first and you slide them in and out steadily, pressing where it feels pleasing. The flash of your phone distracts you, and you rise onto one elbow to see it's a text from Lucien.

[11:35] Lu: I'll be home in 30 :)

'He's being strangely cooperative,' you think absently. Once you’ve deemed yourself ready, you pluck out a wet wipe, wiping your hands carefully before reaching for the sleek toy and the bottle of lube. You coat it thoroughly before circling the tip around your entrance, then pushing it in slightly. You try to remain patient as you slide it in slowly, being gentle with your body, letting your tight heat adjust to the plug.

You have about ten minutes by the time you’ve pushed it in as far as it can go, it’s round ring nestled between your cheeks; you lie there for a minute, breathing heavily, your walls clenching and fluttering. But you're satisfied with the familiarity of it, confident that your idea will be executed smoothly. Your walk to the bathroom is slow, and as you wash your hands you pray he doesn’t get here before you position yourself. Hurrying back into the room, you put everything except for the lube and the handcuffs back in the bag, leaving the bottle on the side table along with your phone once you’ve switched it off, hoping that Lucien will think you're asleep, in case he calls.

And then you try to figure out how he should find you.

This, like everything else, took a lot of thought. Initially, you thought you could just lounge on your front, letting him think you're asleep. But, now is not the time to be lazy. This is the time to make your boyfriend snap and bury himself inside you so deeply he forgets everything else, if just for today. And, preferably, the next three days.

And so you crawl onto the bed, letting your head and chest rest on the firm surface, leaving your rear in the air, presented with absolutely no subtlety. You struggle a little with the handcuffs, but manage to get them on safely, without pulling any muscles. Your arms are stretched over your head, it feels ridiculous, and you’re still giggling into the sheets when you hear the front door open.

‘The things I do for love.’

You try not to squirm when the bedroom door doesn’t fly open immediately. Knowing the man, he’s probably scanning his living room. Taking his sweet time, knowing you’re in here waiting for him.

‘This position is very uncomfortable when Lucien’s not there to distract me,’ you muse to yourself, trying to adjust your head comfortably. As if on cue, the door opens.

You don’t even try to look at him. It won’t be possible, and it’ll only happen when he wants it to - you’ve ensured that by leaving the key on the table. Your heartbeat quickens as you strain your ears, jolting when you hear the door shut. Your back tenses as you pick up on the subtle sounds of him breathing, of light footsteps, of cloth rustling. You wonder what he thinks of the ring standing out between your cheeks, framed by delicate lace, and hope you don’t have to wait too long to find out.

The bed dips as he takes a seat, and your heart races like a mouse, cornered and trapped, waiting for the cat's paw to fall on it. And then he speaks.

“I have to admit, I was quite disappointed when I didn’t see you outside,” he says casually. The hoarseness in his voice belies his nonchalant attitude, as does the way he clears his throat. You can hear the smile in his tone. You’re thankful he can’t see your face because you’re certain your wide grin would look out of place right now.

“Are you still disappointed?” Your words are nearly a whisper, hushed and eager. You know he hears them when they prompt him to plant quick kisses across the plump flesh of your rear, a finger trailing across the ring keeping your plug from slipping in.

“Darling,” he begins, his hands sweeping over your body, feeling the flimsy cloth, tugging at the garter. His touch is delicate, not meant to arouse, but you shiver from it anyway. “I don’t think I could be further from disappointment if I tried. But…”

His hand dips down between your legs, fingers pressing into your slit. You bite back a whimper, surprised that you’re this sensitive. He seems to realise it too, pushing the slender digits in, meeting little to no resistance. Your walls squeeze down, palpitating around it, and you push back immediately.

“...but, I think I could do with a cup of tea, first. You don’t mind, do you? It was a long day.” A kiss on the back of your head and he’s gone, walking out of the room to get his tea, whistling obnoxiously. You're left staring at pristine sheets, unable to process his abrupt departure and your absolute helplessness in the face of it.

“Lucien!” you cry out, heart beating desperately. There's no space for shame here. “Lucien, please!” There’s no response. But you didn’t expect this to be easy in the first place. “Fuck.”

And it doesn’t get better. Lucien walks in with a cup of his favourite, steaming beverage, and just stands there at the foot of the bed, sipping it and making casual remarks like he's in a museum.

“I have to say, you’ve done a wonderful job. Did you buy this set for today?” He toys with the lace on your waist and the straps digging into your skin, his hand sliding up your back as he walks around to stand next to the bed. He, very pointedly, doesn’t mention the new toy.

You lift your head slightly, tilting it enough to get a good look at him before you nod. He’s in a skintight turtleneck, slim fit pants, but the dark of his clothes can’t compare to the one in his eyes. The ribbon you left at his door lies next to you. You don't miss the slight bulge at his crotch. He smiles at the sight of your teary eyes, glaring up at him even as you tremble.

“I guess you don’t like your surprise,” you mumble, trying to fight the pout forming on your lips. The curve of his lips fades as he blinks in surprise before sitting down next to you.

“Sweetheart, no,” he coos, placing his empty cup on the table. He leans in to kiss you on the cheek. “This is...I don’t think I have the words to describe what I felt when I walked in to see you spread out for me.”

“Was it good?” you ask softly, trying not to sound smug. You know it was good. You look like you're begging to be fucked – which you are. He chuckles at the cockiness slipping through cracks of faux sincerity.

“I don’t know how to describe it,” he repeats. He strokes your hair gently, pulling it away from your face. “Shall I show you instead?”

“Yes. Please.”

He moves towards the foot of the bed until he kneels behind you, facing your ass, his warm palms a soothing balm to your starved flesh. He caresses your skin gently, squeezing it a few times before you feel his breath on your sex. The first swipe of his tongue feels like it could ruin you, and the feeling only increases as he continues to lick into you.

“You’ve got yourself all wet for me, haven’t you? You’re such a good girl.” The first snack of his palm against your ass is unexpected; the second stings terribly and the third painfully welcome. After the seventh one, he pauses to press his mouth to your swollen entrance again, and you’re so wet you can hear the sound of him lapping at you. “But my good girl has been keeping secrets.”

“I-I wanted to surprise you!” you protest, arching your back further, trying to urge him to move faster. He hums against your slick flesh, his mouth enveloping your swollen clit a second later. It only takes a few sucking motions for you to come with quaking walls and limbs, sobbing in relief at the surprising show of mercy.

“I know you did. You’ve worked so hard to give me this,” he murmurs, curling a finger around the ring resting between cheeks that flaming red. And then you cry out again when the slender object is pulled out halfway before it’s slid back in, in repetitive, curious motions. “You’re so good to me.”

“Fuck, Lu-Lucien,” you gasp, struggling for breath. He stills at the sound of his name, a displeased sound leaving his lips.

“While I adore the view, I do think you’re too uncomfortable like this,” he decides, reaching for the key to your freedom. A part of you suspects he just hates not being able to see your face as he makes you come. You nearly collapse once your hands are freed, and Lucien is quick to gather you in his arms and lay you out on your back.

As your arms slowly reawaken, you put them to good use, pulling him over you to press up into him, nipping at his jaw until he gives in to your silent demand and kisses you deeply. He doesn’t pull away, slipping a questing tongue through your lips, tangling a hand through your hair to keep you there as he plunders your mouth without restraint. He kisses you until you’re putty in his hands, and he whispers his affection into your ears.

“Please fuck me, Lu,” you plead, just the way he likes it. You place his hand on your breast, arching into his touch; you're deeply aware of the extra addition in your body, pushing against your walls, keeping your feet dipped in a pool of pleasure when you want to drown in it. “Please. It’s all I’ve been thinking about all day.”

He inhales sharply at your words and moves away to undress slowly, letting your eyes rove across the hard planes of his torso, lean muscle flexing as he moves closer. You watch the way his cock bounces before he wraps a hand around it, giving it a few, sure pumps. He nearly succeeds in distracting you with a kiss, but you still open your mouth demandingly, widening your eyes in the way that never fails. Never one to deny you anything, he climbs over you, kneeling and bending until he can slide the tip of his plump cock into your mouth. You suck at it eagerly, swallowing more and more of him until you choke, until all you can taste is the He slides his swollen shaft out and back in, breathing heavily, groaning at the feel of your wet mouth and zealous tongue.

You whine when he pulls away, quieting when he climbs down the length of your body to kneel between your legs. He unclasps the straps around your thighs and waist, pulling them off to toss them on the other side of the bed. After a second of consideration, he strips you of the bra as well but leaves the lace collar on. You're left completely exposed and shivering, aching with the need to feel his skin. He locks eyes with you as he wraps his hands around your thighs, pushing them up until you’re spread out, ready to be taken apart.

“My darling girl, my heart.” His fingers curl over your breasts, tweaking and tugging, his mouth dropping down to suck at a pebbled nipple. You sigh as your fingers slither into his hair, as he rises up to press his cock to your entrance. He slides in all the way and it feels so full you could cry. “God, Lucien. I...it feels so good.” Strange, but you adjust to it. Each drag of his hips, of his skin against yours, feels like it’s setting you on fire. You scramble to catch hold of something, an anchor, before you slip; you pull him down into an urgent kiss as your hips buck up into him.

He groans into your mouth and leans closer, swallowing your gasps; it’s unbearable, as if you’ll break, and as his thrusts speed up, you push back into him frantically, chasing after the fall, the rise, the destruction – it doesn’t elude you, he doesn’t rip it away but throws you into it instead. He leans back, reaching down for the plug and thrusting it into you, syncing its motions with that of his cock. Before you can comprehend the sudden pressure you’re coming so hard it blinds you, makes you scream, has tears pooling in your eyes. Lucien works you through it gently, with lips quirked up at the way you babble, kissing you so, so softly your heart floods with how much you feel for this man. With a pounding heart, you watch as he reaches for the drawer, plucking out a condom and grabbing up the lube.

"Are you sure, darling?" Your response is to push your knees further until they're nearly level with your shoulders. He watches you as he lathers his cock with the liquid, using his other hand to pull your plug out. You got used to it, you realize, when it feels so empty. But he doesn't let it remain so, pressing the head of his leaking shaft against your entrance. You're treated to the full depth of his patience, as he dips in and out, getting further in with each propulsion. His eyes spark with every moan, his lips brush your mouth at every discomfited grunt.

Once he's deep within you, in this new territory, and your head is thrown back, your mouth has fallen open at the feeling – he leans back and begins to thrust. His groans are everything you wanted to hear, and you can't help but smile up at him, unable to tear your eyes away from his bright eyes. There is no sign of the gloom, the sorrow. There's life, there's desire as he tests out all the different ways he can make you moan.

"I love you," you blurt out instead, overcome with the sudden flow of emotion. He slows as you tear up, to your immense embarrassment, and try to throw your arm over your head to cover it up. 'There was nothing sexy about that!'

And then you nearly choke as, in one swift movement, he wraps your legs around his waist and pulls you up against him. He shudders, clutching you to him as you throw your arms over his shoulders, eyes rolling back into your head when he slips deeper. Your kiss is frenzied, as are his thrusts when they start anew, and then you do cry when he whispers his love, his praise against your lips, over and over again. Your nails dig into his skin, and his teeth sink into yours. You sob harder when he presses you into the bed, drilling into you like a man crazed and sliding his fingers into your throbbing sex.

His eyes glow as he strikes where it shatters you, and you're blinded by it – completely consumed by the force of it, the way it leaves you in pieces, but even through your quaking limbs and the ringing in your ears, you feel Lucien pull out of you. Through bleary eyes, you watch him rip the condom off hastily before sliding through your oversensitive slit. He chokes out a guttural groan, clinging to you as he falters, the snapping of his hips unsteady as he comes almost violently, pumping himself into you, filling you up past what you can hold.

For a long moment, the only sounds in the room are of you two trying to catch your breath.

“Happy Birthday,” you whisper, pressing a shaky kiss to his cheek. He stays curled over you, staring down at your flushed face, your hair now far from smooth and sticking to your skin. His damp bangs fall haphazardly across his forehead, his lips are kissed red and he's so beautiful you need to look away before you cry again.

His eyes are suspiciously shiny as he kisses your forehead gently. “I love you, my darling girl.”

As he settles next to you on the bed, you turn over gingerly. You're completely spent, sore and sweaty. Still, you aim for casualness, ignoring the slight tremble in your legs. "Excited for tomorrow?"

“Very,” he answers once you’re curled up into him, and he can play with your hair to his heart's content. “I'm glad we have the whole weekend to ourselves.”

You gasp in mock outrage. "I do have an itinerary, you know." And you’ve also opened a new door for you both. You have no doubt Lucien will be experimenting on you until he’s familiar with every inch of this new area, and the slight fear you feel is understandable. He can be quite enthusiastic when it comes to figuring out what makes you tick.

"So do I." His smirk is positively feral and you can't help but snort.

“Think we can shower before bed?”

“Yes, if you’d like,” he gathers you into his arms gently, then sinks back into the bedding. “...maybe in some time. Are we actually leaving in the morning?“

You know your smile is a tad impish when he pinches your cheek. “We’ve got an afternoon flight.” If all goes according to plan, your boyfriend's birthday weekend will have a very pleasant start – with your mouth wrapped around his cock. You just have to make sure you wake up before him.

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mendesficsxbombay · 5 years ago

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if i have to, i’ll wait forever | s.m

4:16 pm

He remembers it being sunny the day he first saw her. Really sunny, a rarity for their small town. The moving truck lined outside the house next door looked out of place amongst the other, er, family cars parked along the sidewalk. He saw the piles upon piles of cartons being brought in and out of the house, new neighbours, he remembers thinking. Also a rarity. He was still watching the movers when a Labrador came dashing out of the door, heading for the street. Panic set in, he had to do something, and his 10 year old brain thought it fit to run. And so he crossed the distance in quick leaps, making his way around his dad’s car and onto the street, throwing himself in front of the dog’s path in what he thought was an effective way of stopping the dog from running out.

“Coco! COCO STOP!!”

He was busy wrapping himself around the dog, trying to contain the bundle of energy and licks and a wagging tail to notice the small figure before him. When he finally looked up though, after the dog, Coco, had successfully pushed him to the ground and was now busy licking at his face, he saw her. She seemed his age, dark hair pulled into a braid, huffing and puffing after having chased Coco around the house before the menace dashed to the nearest exit - their front door. Walking up behind her was a woman who had the same long, dark hair as the girl before him, must be her mom, moving to help him off the ground.

“Hi, beta, thank you for that!,” she smiled warmly, “our little hero, aren’t you?”

He blushed a bit, the praise turning his ears pink. “Hi…”

“We’ve moved in just now! Do you live nearby?”

He nodded shyly, not very used to conversing with adults just so. “That’s our house,” he pointed to the house next door to their new neighbours.

The girl, so far so quiet, softly tugged on her mother’s dress. “Neighbours, Maa.”

“Yes, love, we’re neighbours now. Maybe you’ll even be friends n-”

“If you could bother helping me, maybe we’d be done faster,” a voice from their front door said. The woman sighed before turning around, “I’m coming back, Dev-” but the door was slammed shut before she could follow him in. The little girl turned to Shawn, gaging his reaction, her eyes dancing around his face. “Papa.”

Shawn turned to her in question - “What?”

“That’s my Papa, and my Mama.” she said motioning to their house. “And this our big puppy Coco.”

Shawn smiled softly, the girl returning it.

“My name’s Shawn. Can we be friends?”

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8:37 pm

“Wh-What do you mean you’re moving out?” he didn’t want to cry, he really didn’t. But he wasn’t entirely sure what it meant for him if his best friend in the whole world was moving to the city, leaving him all alone right where they met three years ago. She sighed before moving to sit next to him on the grass in his backyard, “They fight every day Shawn… any time they are in the same room, any time they have to speak to each other - it turns into a fight. I don’t even understand why-” but she cut herself off. It was shameful enough to hate her parents’ relationship, she didn’t need to say it out loud and make it all the more real. But Shawn knew. He always knew. His parents weren’t like that. He couldn’t really imagine them being like that, but if having her parents scream at each other loud enough for him to hear them through his windows, it wasn’t too hard to guess that it was scary. Scary enough for her mother to find a job in the city, an hour away from their town and far enough from her father.

“I’ll be coming back every weekend, though!” at this he looked back at her. “I won’t leave Papa completely, and I definitely won’t leave you completely! I’ll come back whenever I’ll be free from school!”

And, oh. Her moving away also meant that she would be moving schools. This meant they wouldn’t ride to and from school together anymore, he won’t have anyone to copy his math or english or biology homework off of, or really just any homework because she was smart and Shawn just - wasn’t, and this meant he wouldn’t have someone to eat his veggies at lunch and he won’t have anyone hear him talk about his dreams from the night before and - nothing would be the same again because his best friend in the whole wide world was moving away and there was nothing he could do about it.

“You’ll forget all about me,” he whispered, clammy hands pulling at the grass under him, “you’ll be at your new school with your new friends and you’ll forget about all of us here.”

She let out a little pffft! sound and shoved at his shoulder, “absolutely not, Mendes. You’re my favourite-est person ever, moving away won’t make me forget you at all.” He was still glum though, still not looking at her, still skeptical about the whole situation. She sighed and moved closer to him.

“Hey, look at me,” and he did,”you are my favourite. You always will be. If it was possible for me to stay away from my house but still be close to you I would do it. But I can’t,” her eyes were glazing over, the gravity of it all now sinking in that maybe, just maybe, he would forget about her, just like her Papa seemed to forget about her sometimes, even when they lived under the same roof. “You know no one’s happy when all of us live together, Maa says he might even love us again if we’re not around as much, she said absence makes the heart grow fonder. I think Papa will want her back soon. But I’ll come back to you, and maybe you can come to Toronto with uncle - aunty and Liyah and we can go to see the CN tower and we’ll talk everyday apart from that and I’ll poke you on Facebook everyday to remind you of me and,” finally taking a breath, “I hope you don’t forget about me.”

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10:08 am

“Just forget about it okay? It’s not worth it.”

“Excuse me? You texted me ‘SOS’ ‘this is URGENT’ when you know I’m in the middle of lab and made me panic and get out of class and I’m risking my class points right now just for us to go over the exact same conversation for the third time this week, so Shawn Peter Raul, you don’t get to tell me this isn’t worth it!”

Radio silence.

“Shawn? Are you still there?”, she checked her phone and no, the network didn’t cut off, it was just him playing dead. “Shawn. Speak up.”

“I- did you just yell at me?” he asked, his voice small. He usually got like this if she got too serious, too firm with him, because this was never their usual, she could be firm and bitter and straightforward with anyone in the world, just not him or her mama.

She exhaled deeply, running her hand through her hair, not sure how she could get through him without being too harsh. “Shawn, I love you but you’re overthinking this. I’m sorry for yelling okay? But you know I’m right, your parents are willing to support you, your dad’s going to fly out with you, too, what’s the worst that could happen? The meeting doesn’t go your way? You don’t get signed? Big fucking deal, baby, we’ll find another manager or whatever this Gertler wants to be and get you signed with someone else.”

Turning around, she met her reflection in the large mirrors in her school bathroom. Since moving away it’s like the world changed, the city was nothing like her hometown, yet all the same, yet completely different because she saw her Mama be happier than ever before. As she promised she tried visiting her Papa as often as she could, but he took her moving with her Mama as a personal dig at him, turning a little colder every time she saw him. Maybe absence doesn’t make the heart grow fonder. Now every time she went back home, her time was spent with her friends or at Shawn’s house with his family. Staring back at herself in the mirror, looking at her uniform, Shawn on the phone, she couldn’t explain it but she felt good . “so you’re going to be one of those fancy private school girls now,” Shawn had teased her, and honestly, she loved it. She’d lost the life she had in the place she called home for 3 years but she had her Maa, she had Shawn and she had a good school. And a pretty girl back in her English class, but that’s beyond the point. Life was good.

“Think of this as a holiday with your Dad, with a tiny bit of work involved. If it doesn’t work out then you come back home and get right back to pestering me with your new found production skills at, like, midnight or something and continue bothering me on Skype when you know I’m studying and you should be too. Sound like a plan?”

Again, radio silence.

Now, this. This was their usual. If she ever made a point that made so much sense it felt like it was scripted, he would remain mute until it fully sank in. His best friend was a genius, she was always right and always made 100% sense. None of these three things had been acquired by Shawn just yet, but that’s okay, he thought. Because he had her. He’ll always have her.

“Can you please stop playing dead, I love you and support you and appreciate your existence SO much, Shawny but I need to get back to lab,” she spoke.

“You make everything better,” he whispered.

“I know.”

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11 pm

“HOW DO YOU KNOW?? YOU DON’T GET TO DECIDE FOR ME, I’M THE ONE GOING ON TOUR AN-” a pillow came hurtling and hit him square in the face. He screamed again, falling face down on the bed.

“Sir, if you’re done being a dramatic teenager, can you move the entirety of your body OFF the bed so I can continue packing YOUR bag?”

He whined again before sliding off and slumping on the floor. “Why won’t you just let me carry the shirt?”

“Because you already have 16 of the same shirts in your luggage and I know you’ll be gone for weeks but you need some diversity in your closet on the road even though I know you’ll stick to the same goddamn chinos and shirts,” she let out her 100th exasperated sigh of the night. Her best friend was set to join her childhood idol on tour as a supporting act and everyone in the house were uncomfortably close to losing their mind. She’d managed to leave his mom with another box of tissues and her dad with another beer and persuaded Aaliyah to get into bed and not stay up with the rest of them, with repeated confirmations that yes, Shawn would still be here when she woke up the next morning. But who was putting her mind to rest?

Shawn Mendes was set to join Taylor Swift on tour as a supporting act and she was losing her mind. Maa dropped her off earlier that day to help him pack and get ready for his travels before he left the next afternoon. She was used to spending the night at his house since she first met him and his family but this was the first time she felt like she would never come back, maybe because he would never come back and forget all about her and nothing would ever be the same.

She could feel his eyes on her as she puttered around the room. Both of them knew they weren’t going to have this for a while and both of them didn’t want to talk about it. It’s easier this way. It may not be better but it’s easier.

“I don’t think I wanna go anymore,” he whispered.

“What?”

“If I just - if I don’t go then we don’t have to pack anymore and mom would stop crying and dad would be less stressed and you wouldn’t...,” he looked up at her when she moved around the bed to stand before him. “You wouldn’t be so sad.”

Her eyes were burning, her throat was choking up, and she had to take deep breaths while leaning down to sit next to him on the floor. You can’t break now, she told herself. You’ve held your shit together for so long, don’t do this now, not in front of him, at least.

“I’m not sad.”

“Yes you are.”

“No I’m not.”

“Not even a little bit?”

“Maybe a little bit.”

She snuffled and turned to look at him, “but also very very proud of you, I don’t care if you don’t wanna hear that from me, but I’m really fucking – Shawn stop it - look at me - thank you - I’m really fucking proud of you for working so hard every day and this is just one of the huge opportunities coming your way! You’re capable of so much more, and I will stay up packing your entire closet with you for as long as I can if it means you get to do what you love,” she was holding both his hands in hers now, foreheads almost touching before he blinked his tears away and leaned into her, resting his head in the crook of her neck. She held the back of his head, running her fingers through his hair like he knew she liked as their breathing evened out. When he calmed down a bit, he leaned back and looked at her. He wouldn’t see her for a few weeks, at least not like this.

Her eyes were still fluttered shut, the tip of her nose red for the sake of her always having sneezing fits but he knew this time was different, this time her nose was all stuffy and her face flushed because she was holding her tears back, she refused to cry in front of him. She knew all she had to do was let a few tears slip before he decided he didn’t actually need to go on tour or make music or do anything at all really because none of it was worth his girl’s tears, not if she’s going to try so hard to shield herself from him.

“Dude.”

“Yeah?” she whispered, looking around for tissues to wipe her nose before settling in front of him again, “what’s up?”

He stared at her for a second, his expression unreadable.

“Uh,” he exhaled quickly, “I know we’re like 16 and shit and these things shouldn’t really matter, like I know it matters to us not to anyone else - they’d just think it’s lame but I don’t think it’s lame it’s actually really important to me and I think it is to you, too, but bubs I feel like a complete jerk saying this-”

“Shawn.”

“- and it’s not even fair, I mean I KNOW it’s not fair to you-”

“Shawny.”

“-and I don’t even why I bothered with this but it’s just been on my mind since all of this started like for real, for real no joke-’

“Buddy…”

“ -see I know it won’t make a lot of sense for you but- “

“Jaan.”

Now that. That shut him up. He quickly locked eyes with her, mouth gaping like a fish. He’d only ever heard her mama call her dad that when they were younger, when things were still better.

“You were rambling, dude you can’t do that if you’re in front of Taylor Swift.”

And now his brain was bigger pile of mush than it was before. He remembers asking her about it, it was a funny sounding word and she’d said, ‘jaan means life, but when you love someone enough you’re allowed to call them that, it’s like how your mom says - my love’. The pet-name was sacred for her. Holier than the holiest. Untouchable and unspeakable to say the least. and because of that it was an unspoken rule for him to never throw it around. She called him that. She called him that.

“If you ramble in front of Taylor Swift, I’m really sorry dude but I’m gonna disown you.”

Not the stupid barista dude at the cafe near her school where she’d go buy horrible coffee just so she could talk to him. Not the stupid librarian who flirted with her every time she went in. Not the stupid punk rocker chick with the stupid purple hair his girl had a crush on for 3 solid months.

“Did you just call me jaan?”

“What?”

“You just called me jaan.”

“Is that what you got out of this? You-”

“You just called me jaan, jaan.”

“Okay? You just called me that too so I guess we’re even? Can we come back to the issue at hand?”

“You never call anyone jaan.”

A stream of nononono ran through her mind before she realised that she did, actually call him that. She doesn’t throw around the word lightly. And if she remembers, it means Shawn definitely remembers. The first and last time she called him that was on his birthday when she was sleepy and therefore loopy without a hold on reality. This time she isn’t sleepy or loopy and she slipped up in a normal conversation.

He saw her quiet down for a second as things clicked in his head, too. She loves him! She loves him like she would love life and she called him that like his mom would call his dad her love. She loved him and they’re going to grow up together and she’ll be his forever an-

“It’s just a name,” she muttered.

“Awwwww you called me your jaan,” he teased, a wicked glint in his eye, pinching her cheeks and pulling her closer to ruffle her hair.

“Shut UP, Shawn you’re not my jaan”

“What way is that to talk to your jaan where’s all the softness gone,” he sang while still pulling at her barely phased by her pushing him away.

“Absolutely not you’re not my jaan and the only softness here is your dick-“

“nah dude you literally just called me that, it’s confirmed, you love me”

“nope.”

“no?”

“yeah. no.”

“yeah or no?”

“no, shawn.”

“I think yeah”

“I said no”

“Not even a little bit, jaaaan?”

“Maybe just a little bit.”

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 8:12 am

She pushed her glasses up to rest on her head, her phone ringing beside her pile of textbooks. Digging the heels of her palms into her closed eyes, she exhaled deeply, she was waiting for this call. She moved quickly after allowing herself to breathe for just a second, it may have been finals season for her, it was recording season for her best friend. And she was nothing if not his beacon of hope and sanity in times like this.

“Hi,” she spoke softly, knowing well enough he was already at his wits end. She received a sigh in reply, relieved or not she wasn’t sure, but it was response enough.

She would love to say that she got to know him through experiences and trying times and they weren’t simply attuned to each other since the beginning of time. It would be easier that way because she hated the soulmate bullshit, or maybe it wasn’t entirely bullshit because well, Shawn believed in it. If it weren’t for them being connected right down to their souls, she wouldn’t fight so hard against everything she freely let herself feel for him when they were younger. Things didn’t work as smooth in the real world where he was Shawn Mendes, rising pop sensation and she was in her second year of university, studying to be a lawyer like her Maa. They were more than just two kids who grew up together between both their houses and both their cities.

“Is it one of those days, Shawn?” she hummed, expecting him to still stay quiet.

“I have to tell you something,” he blurted instead, something in her was saying he didn’t actually plan on this call.

“I’m listening,” she spoke, her tone still light even if she was growing nervous, “I’m ready when you are.”

He laughed in disbelief, shaking his head and running his hand through his hair, “How did you know?”

“What?”

“So you have no idea what I’m talking about but you know the lyrics to a song I recorded…” he trailed off trying checking his phone for the time, “12 minutes ago?”

“Shawn, you’re talking in puzzles.”

“I’m not, though.”

“Why did you call, Shawn?”

“Why do you keep saying that?”

She was growing frustrated now. “Saying what?”

“Shawn Shawn Shawn, you sound like you’re schooling me.”

“Well it’s your name, isn’t it? Tell me why you called me.”

“Tell me you love me.”

You know that disgusting feeling you get right before you have a really good cry – it starts off as a choke around your windpipes and you feel like you can’t talk, hell you can’t breathe, and then it tears at your eyes and your face grows flushed, and everything just hurts but you can’t stop it? It seemed as if she only felt like that and nothing more the last few weeks or maybe months, she didn’t know at this point. What she knows is the last time she truly felt happy was when he stayed over with her at Maa’s house and helped set up her new garden, everything after that was a blur.

“Are you drunk?”

“What’s a little whiskey got anything to do with this, babe?”

“Only whiskey?”

“Maybe I downed a few glasses of wine to get there faster?”

She sighed again, before pinching the bridge of her nose. Her studies were driving her up the wall, she was still reeling with the aftermath of being dumped so cruelly, a year-long relationship with who she thought was the boy of her dreams ended in seconds when she found him in bed with someone else. She missed her Mama. And her best friend was far, far away.

They were both quiet for a few seconds, she needed to put her thoughts in place before she blurted out something stupid. She settled for telling him she missed him.

“It’s all the same, babe. Missing you, loving you, it’s all from a distance.”

She’s pretty sure her heart cracked a bit, she never wanted him to feel far away from her, especially not from her. “I’m right here, jaan” she managed to croak out, “I’m right her-”

“I wrote a song about you.”

“Me? Why?”

He chuckled darkly, why did he write songs about her after all? Because it had been years and no one made him feel like she did? Because his feelings were unrequited? Because she was perfect, she was his, but she didn’t believe it? Because he needed her in his bed and his heart and his mind without wanting to feel guilty about it? What was it? Was it because he was still pathetically in love with his best friend?

“Do you remember my 18th birthday? When you made us home-made pizzas and took me the field in a truck - the truck wasn’t even yours, jaan.”

She was on the edge now. They’d kissed for the first time on that field. They continued to kiss on that field. She nearly told him she loved him on that field. “Yes, I remember - why is that important, Shawn?”

The field wasn’t the last time though. And it wasn’t the most they’d done either. They’d done things and learned things with each other, without each other, he was always her favourite regardless.

“I made a decision that night.”

It’s now or never.

“I know you never want to talk about this, but I feel like we’re made for each other. And I know you hate it, but it’s the only truth I’ve known, you know?” He hiccuped before continuing, “and I know you don’t believe in this stuff, but I think if you love someone enough, if someone loves the way I love you, I’ll wait for as long as I can if it means I get to have you. A year, 10 years, whatever it is.”

She couldn’t help it, the tears rolled down her face without control. “You’re drunk, please go home and sleep, is there someone on your crew I can call to take care o-“

“Why do you make it so hard? Just, god, baby just let me wait for you and once you’re ready just please let me love you. We’re perfect, there’s no one like us-“

“I can’t believe you chose to write a song about this, Shawn, why do you choose to write songs about me, it’s not like you don’t have other girls to write about.”

“That’s what you don’t get, baby, there’s no one else I’d ever want to write about like I’m in love with them. Pining over you is acceptable.”

“ACCEPTABLE? SH-“ she forcefully exhaled, rubbing her temples, he’s drunk and silly right now, yelling won’t help with anything, “Shawn, will you please tell what the song is about?”

“Let me just, okay let me play it for you, alright?” She could hear him fumbling around the studio, the click of a few buttons, “okay, see it’s not the final master, I just sang it with the instrumentals for the first time, and I literally just improvised on the first verse right now but its a pretty song, you’ll like it, okay?”

She did like it. She loved it, but she wouldn’t admit it - not until she was entirely ready to accept it herself, and Shawn knew it, too.

Months later the world would know this as the last song on Shawn Mendes’ long anticipated third studio album. Months later he was somewhere in Europe drinking in the world’s reactions to the new album, the memory of her crying over the phone and telling him she couldn’t believe he loved her and “keep your promise okay? please wait for me” burned in the back of his mind.

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11:36 PM

The tequila burned her throat as she threw back the last of her drink. If she was going to do this, she needed every bit of liquid courage she could find. He looked incredible tonight, a stupid white shirt snug deliciously around his arms and his stupid curly hair that he knew she called his Prince Charming hair and his stupid pretty smile as he greeted everyone around the party.

Shawn Mendes: The Tour had ended a week ago, 106 shows wrapped up in style, and he had returned home just 2 days ago, saying he needed to take care of “business’. It was his biggest tour yet, of course he had to celebrate it with a big party inviting his whole team and the rest of bloody Toronto, it seemed. He had seen her walk in, she’d seen him do the rounds, they hadn’t met yet but anyone would be blind to not see the way they were making eyes at each other from across the room.

He has to do the rounds, she pacified herself, this is the last time everyone will be together for a few months at least. They both knew what tonight meant, there was too much of a build up, she just wanted to get it over and done with. She couldn’t contain it anymore, whatever… “it” was. Her feelings, or her love or this stupid mutual pining and the near deadly attraction they had for each other. She didn’t know at this point what she wanted more - to just come out and tell him everything she’d held in since she came to terms with her silly little crush on him since he got his braces off (it didn’t turn out to be silly, after all) or shove him against the bar he was currently leaning against and have her way with him. She was frustrated and barely good at hiding it, but she gave herself hopes of her night ending in his arms either way.

She’d spoken to a bunch of people from his crew, everyone knew who the star’s best friend from back home was, everyone knew how important she was, how she flew to see him whenever she could. What they probably didn’t know was that somewhere near one third of his setlist this past year were songs he’d written about her. His secret muse. His not so secret love.

She tried focusing on what the girls from his team were talking about - one of the Mexico shows? Rock In Rio? What was it? She would have loved to pretend she was fully zoned in but she hasn’t said a lie this big since she told him his hair looked good at the 2018 MET. The girls turned to ask her a question, it took her a bit longer to register it than normal - what was your favourite show?

Now that’s a tough one. Amsterdam had ended with him running off stage and picking her up and spinning her around as her laughter echoed through the walls. Oslo had him running through the arena to get to B Stage, and when he found her in the hallway he grabbed her by the neck to peck her a little too close to her lips, then on second thought he turned back around and fully kissed her before sprinting off to the arena full of fans. Brooklyn night 2 he sang her songs looking right at her, as if they weren’t actually surrounded by thousands of his fans, if his team noticed, they didn’t comment. When he cried before the Rogers Centre show, she cried with him, when he cried after the show, she kissed his tears away and told him she’d wait at his apartment when he returned after celebrating with his friends, family and team. Asia was one place she couldn’t go, her home country was not a tour stop for them and she didn’t have it in her to live through the same disappointment again. She flew down for the Mexico shows, spent a lot of time staring at him in his swim trunks by the hotel pool and flew right back to wrap up her semester. And these were just the few she could think of.

“I… don’t think I have an absolute favourite I guess? They were all so special in different ways, each time we saw him and the band go up there it was different but just as special…” she trailed off hoping that no one grew too suspicious about it all. They nodded in agreement before someone spoke about one of the crew members having a baby soon and it was safe for her to zone out again. She tensed up a bit when his laughter sounded closer than it was before. You can do this, self assured, she turned to find her boy just a few groups away.

It was nearly poetic how their eyes met, the rest of the room immediately fading away. It was just the two of them, it was just him, just her best friend of over 10 years. She watched him excuse himself from the people he was talking to and started walking towards her. She wanted to be put out of her misery, it was almost painful when he so obviously gave her a once over and smirked. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what was going through his brain or how her night was meant to end.

She took deep breaths, the words running through her head again, having rehearsed them in the mirror when she woke up this morning. I’m ready. Just two words. She just needed to get them out and the universe would handle the rest. There was nothing to worry about, nothing’s going to change, it’s all good from here on.

I’m ready. I’m ready. I’m ready.

He stopped just a few feet from her, looking around nonchalantly before stepping closer. The alcohol in his system turned his face flush and made his eyes glow. Has he always been this pretty? (yes. The answer is yes.)

She inhaled deeply again, this is it. She opened her mouth to speak before he pulled her in and pressed his mouth against hers. Right there, in front of everyone to watch. A soft whine from the back of her throat made him smile, he gathered her in his arms fully and she pulled him in, fingering through the curls at the nape of his neck. As much as he’d love to continue kissing her, because he always wanted to kiss her, he had to do this right.

He cupped her face in his hands, pulling away from her as their lips parted with a quiet ‘pop’. She tried to regain her breath, blinking up at him with a soft pout. He never wanted to kiss someone so bad. He had to do this right.

“My name’s Shawn, can we go out sometime?”

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Didn’t Ask For This Part 16 (Roommate!JK x OC)

A/N: I’m sorry for the drastic time skip, but there really wasn’t anything interesting plot wise to write about up until this next part of the story. I keep getting more and more ideas for this, so don’t be surprised if the next one isn’t the final part. Also, this is the first part that I’m posting the same day that I’ve finished it. I really do want to finish this story before the release of BTS World! Let’s hope I make that goal!!

Summary: “I didn’t know you hated me so much,” he spoke as he grabbed my wrist and once again turned me around to face him, “and quite honestly, I don’t think I’ve done anything horrible enough for you to hate me to the degree that you do.” “You say that like the hate isn’t mutual,” I remarked as he shook his head. There was a bitter smile on his face as he took a deep breath, “I think you are quite honestly one of the worst human beings I’ve had to come in contact with.”

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The summer was flying by a little too quickly for my liking as I looked at the calendar on my phone nervously. Taehyung and Jungkook told me that their dorms were opening again two weeks before their classes officially start. Taehyung was making it sound like they were going to move out once the dorms opened up, but they never clarified anything with me.

That day is fast approaching, and I couldn’t help but feel dread constantly in my gut. We only have a week left until their expected leave, which meant I was going to be living alone again.

I was definitely not ready to wake up to that reality. I was getting so used to the three of us living together that I refused to accept the fact that they’re going to eventually leave.

Jungkook was very good at deflecting all talk about leaving for college. Every time I tried to bring it up, he’d just smile and give me a soft kiss before changing the subject. I couldn’t help but worry about how the two of us will handle being apart from each other. We’re used to seeing each other every single day both at home and at work.

“You know that I’m not going anywhere, right?”

I snapped out of my depressing thoughts as I looked up at Yoongi. We were supposed to be cleaning theaters right now, but we had a power outage due to severe thunderstorms a couple hours ago. Everyone has been passing out apologies over customer’s movies being cut off, giving them free passes for the next time they come in.

We’d closed the theater down to customers for the day, but Yoongi and I were unlucky enough to be two of the people stuck in the building to clean up the nonexistent messes left behind by unhappy customers.

“I know,” I nodded as I locked my phone to quit staring at the haunting dates, “I’m not trying to imply that I’ll be alone at work… it’s just, how do I go back to living alone? I’m used to Jungkook and I making grocery runs together. I’m used to having help when bringing all the bags up the three flights of stairs. I’ve had them around to fix the garbage disposal when it breaks for the four hundredth time. They’ve been around to keep me company and watch shows with me in our free time.”

I paused after my rambling, trying to keep my emotions in check, “I’ve become so dependent on the two of them that it’s going to be hard to adjust to being on my own again. I’m going to look around my apartment and remember all the good times that I had with them.”

“Look, Ari,” Yoongi grabbed my phone and put it face down on the bench in between us, “it just sounds like you need yourself a new roommate. Doesn’t that sound like it’ll fix a lot of your problems?”

My eyes slightly narrowed at nothing in particular before I glanced over at Yoongi curiously, “I guess I didn’t think that I could get another roommate. Even if I do that, it’s not going to be anywhere near the same as how things are now.”

Yoongi looked down and gave me a slight shrug, “You’re still going to miss them, sure, but you’ll have someone to keep you company at home.”

“Yeah,” I nodded, slowly growing fine with the idea, “but how do I go about finding a new roommate? I’d ask Chaeyoung, but I’m pretty sure she’s moving in with her sister once school starts back.”

Yoongi stayed quiet as I looked his way curiously. His eyes were fixated on the ground before he mumbled out his next words.

“I think I know someone who needs a place to stay.”

I grabbed my phone from the bench and scooted closer to him. He glanced over my way for a couple seconds before he sniffed and let a slight laugh out of his mouth, “Ah, never mind. Forget I said anything.”

I pursed my lips and slightly narrowed my eyes at him as he kept his eyes focused on the floor. “Yoongi.”

He didn’t respond, so I sighed and wrapped an arm around his shoulders, “Do you need a place to stay, Min?”

He slightly stiffened as my arm placed around his shoulder, but he didn’t shove me off like I thought he would. He didn’t confirm or deny as I just watched his face carefully. “My mom’s thinking of moving in with her new boyfriend. Quite frankly, I don’t want to live with the guy. He’s nice and all, but he’s…”

“Not your dad,” I finished. Anytime his mom’s boyfriend had come up before, that was what he said. He’s had a tough home life he’s gone through, but he hardly ever talks about it. He hates it when people pity him after finding out his dad was killed in a freak car accident.

“Well, I have a room that’ll be freeing up in the next… week, I guess. They won’t tell me when they’re officially leaving, the jerks.”

Yoongi let a small smile appear on his face as he glanced over at me. I saw the guy smile pretty often, but it was his bright, gummy smile that I’ve only seen a handful of times.

“You don’t think Jungkook will have a problem with you living with another guy?” He asked, the smile not leaving his face.

I scoffed and rolled my eyes, moving my arm from around him, “If you’re the guy, he’ll be fine. He trusts you to not make any moves on me.”

Yoongi just laughed and nodded, the mood between us brightening considerably. I felt better about the end of the summer, now. Sure, living with Yoongi won’t be the same as living with Jungkook and Taehyung, but I could learn to get used to it.

“I looked forward to living with you, then,” I nodded, holding my hand out for him to take. He glanced down at my hand before taking it, firmly shaking it.

“Same to you, Ari.”

Yoongi and I were finally free to go home when we met up with Chaeyoung. She had been asked to stay and deep clean behind the concession counters, and I could tell that she was exhausted. They liked to take strange days like this and work us to the bone with deep cleaning. Lucky for Yoongi and I, we got the lesser of the evils.

“I wanna die,” Chaeyoung whined, “I feel like my whole body is covered in grease, sweat, and popcorn. I’m so sick of seeing popcorn you guys. I might go insane.”

“I’m with you, there,” I agreed, “I’ve never really liked popcorn, but this job has made me hate it.”

“I still like it,” Yoongi shrugged as Chaeyoung and I ignored him.

“Anyway, how are things with Jimin?” I asked, Chaeyoung’s mood slightly brightening. She and Jimin have been having a lot of little arguments here than there, but judging from her reaction, the two of them were on good terms again.

“Great, actually. We’ve finally figured out the root of all of our arguing, and now that we’re aware of it, we hardly argue. Jimin’s been really sweet recently, and we’ve actually been trying to schedule our classes together for this coming semester.”

I felt jealousy budding after she said her last words. It must be great going to the same college as a couple… I tried to not feel too bitter towards her, but I couldn’t help but feel that way every once in a while.

“Sounds awesome,” I nodded with a smile on my face. She could even sense my bitterness as she was quick to drop the topic.

“How’s it going with Jungkook and Tae?” she asked, kinda switching topics. I took a deep breath and felt Yoongi’s eyes on me as well.

“They won’t tell me when they’re leaving for sure,” I confessed, “And it’s really bothering me. They could leave as soon as a week from now and I wouldn’t know it. I mean, I wouldn’t be surprised if they just all the sudden came up to me tonight and told me that they’re leaving tomorrow.”

“They wouldn’t do that to you, Ari,” Chaeyoung shook her head, but I’m not convinced.

“Wouldn’t they? Jungkook has told me multiple times that he’s not good at goodbyes. I’ll kick his butt if he packs up all his stuff and leaves in the middle of the night without saying goodbye,” I ranted, trying to not get myself too worked up. I felt my heart drop in my chest when I started thinking about just how upset I’ll be if Jungkook leaves without saying goodbye to me. “I want them to make up their minds about this. It’s killing me.”

“I’ll beat it out of them,” Chaeyoung nodded my way with a serious look on her face, “I’m sure they’ve decided by now.”

I just nodded, but I couldn’t let go how paranoid I was making myself. Jungkook would not do that to me. We still have so much that we haven’t talked about. He hasn’t told me about if he’s ever going to drive down to spend the weekend with me. He also hasn’t reassured me that we’re going to stay in touch despite being four hours away from each other.

He’d never consider cutting me off, but I couldn’t help but feel paranoid about it. I knew it was an irrational fear, but I won’t let myself rule it out until I actually talk to him about it.

“I’m gonna head out,” I pointed to my car and started walking toward it, “I’ll keep you two updated once I figure out this mess.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Chaeyoung nodded and sent me a thumbs up, “Everything’s gonna be okay, got it?”

I tried to smile and nod, but it was very forced. They could both tell judging from their concerned looks.

“I hope so.”

…

When I first walked in the door, I felt my heart drop. The apartment was eerily silent which was causing me to get very paranoid. I locked the door behind me, holding my breath and I rushed to look into Jungkook’s room.

His bags were still here. Thank God…

I looked into Taehyung’s room and his bags were also still here. They’re not gone, they’re probably just hanging out somewhere. I can wait for them to get home and then hopefully they’ll tell me when they’re leaving…

…

It was about 1am when the sound of the front door opening woke me up. I had fallen asleep on the couch waiting for the two of them to get home. I didn’t expect them to be out that late.

I started to get paranoid that they were drunk, but as I opened my eyes and met with Jungkook’s, he just looked tipsy. Knowing him, he could be a little more drunk than he lead on. He was very good at seeming sober it he wasn’t too far gone.

“Hey,” he said softly as I sat up and moved my hair out of my face. He sat down next to me on the couch and I could faintly smell alcohol mixed in with his cologne.

“Hey, Kook. Where were you guys?” I covered my face as I let a soft yawn escape. Taehyung walked over to the two of us, plopping down on the couch to my other side.

“We just went out with some college friends. They drove down here to spend the day with us, so that’s why we didn’t get home till now,” Taehyung explained as I just nodded and glanced back in Jungkook’s direction. His eyes moved away from mine as he noticed me looking at him. He was obviously more intoxicated than Taehyung, and the look he was suddenly trying to hide from me was making me feel uneasy.

“Do I know these friends?” I asked as I looked back over at Taehyung. His previous relaxed attitude was slowly shifting to discomfort as I spun around to look at Jungkook. I caught the tail end of Jungkook motioning for Taehyung to keep quiet. My eyes narrowed at him before I spun around and gave Taehyung a pressed look.

“I doubt it,” Taehyung shook his head, ignoring the intensity in my eyes, “Yugyeom, Youngjae, and Baekhyun? I don’t think I’ve mentioned any of them to you.”

I could almost hear Jungkook sigh as I swallowed and bit the inside of my cheek. So first, he won’t tell me when they’re leaving for sure. Second, he’s hiding something from me about who he was with tonight. What’s next? At this point, I wouldn’t be surprised if he packed his things and left for college in the middle of the night.

“So it was just the five of you?” I asked as Taehyung raised his eyebrows, “And nothing… bad happened tonight, right? Like, nothing you’d need to hide from me.” I paused and turned to face Jungkook. His face was burning red as my eyes tore into him. “Right, Jungkook?”

Taehyung put a hand on my shoulder and just laughed it off, “Nothing happened, Ari. Jungkook’s just paranoid that you’re gonna be mad at him for drinking a little too much.”

I didn’t believe Taehyung for one second. Jungkook had gotten drunk before now, and I was certainly not angry with him in any way. He was lying to me again.

“Jungkook,” I called out to him as he stumbled over to me. I had been out with Chaeyoung for the night, only to come home to find a drunk Jungkook. He grabbed onto my shirt and buried his face into my hair with a sigh.

“Babe, you’re home,” he softly spoke into my ear, his breath tickling me as shivers ran through my body.

“And you’re drunk,” I commented as he just giggled.

“Sorry,” he didn’t sound very sorry, “Hoseok came over and brought some alcohol. I may have had some.”

“Some?” I laughed and pushed him away slightly so that I could look into his eyes. His eyes were clouded over as I just smiled and rolled my eyes. “Let’s get you to your room, okay?”

“No,” he shook his head, wrapping his arms around my waist to pull my hips to his. “I wanna stay in your room.”

“No,” I echoed, shaking my head, “Taehyung’s still not completely okay with seeing us all close to each other. He’ll have a heart attack.”

“Taehyung’s staying the night at Hoseok’s.”

I froze in his hold as I looked into his eyes, biting my lip as I realized what that meant. “You’re serious?”

“Dead serious,” he whispered as I felt a smirk appear on my face. Jungkook’s eyes widened with slight innocence as I reached up and grabbed the collar of his shirt.

“You should have lead with that, Kook,” I pulled his mouth down on mine, kissing him violently. His body was quick to respond as he moved his hands from my waist to hold the backs of my thighs. I laughed against his mouth as I jumped up, wrapping my legs around his waist.

“I’ve waited all summer for this,” Jungkook swallowed and looked deep into my eyes. I could still smell the alcohol on his breath, but I could tell he was sobering up from our kiss.

“Hopefully this will happen more often,” I mumbled as Jungkook started walking toward my bedroom.

“If you’ll act like this when it happens, I’ll lock Taehyung out of the apartment.”

I swallowed and tried to keep myself calm as I sat between the two of them. I wanted to just storm off to my room like I would have in the past. It was very tempting to do, but I didn’t have time for this. Jungkook and I only had so much time left, and if I were to give him the silent treatment, we would get less time together.

“Look,” I sighed and looked over at Jungkook with a slightly defeated expression, “I know something’s up. I really don’t want you two hiding things from me. If I’m gonna be mad at you over something, can you just tell me so that we can have it out and forgive each other?”

I was hoping that Jungkook would spill, but his expression didn’t soften even a little bit. Why was he being so stubborn?

“Taehyung,” I turned to him, but he was also closing himself off from me. “You guys, I know something’s up. You guys look guilty as hell,” I frowned, turning back to Jungkook.

“Nothing happened, Ari. We’re just tired.”

I felt the urge to get up and storm away, but once again, I talked myself out of it. I need to stick this out. I have to resolve this. I only have a week left with him.

“Jeon Jungkook,” I turned completely to him as I noticed him sharply inhale, “I dare you to say that to me again.”

Jungkook’s jaw clenched as I watched his internal struggle through his eyes. He looked like he was about to cave, and I felt relief starting to wash over me. We could talk this out and go back to normal for our last few days together.

“We just got a little drunk. Nothing happened.”

I closed my eyes and swallowed, trying to keep my anger on the low. It’s been so long since Jungkook and I have had a legitimate argument, and I wanted more than anything for this to be a problem that we quickly resolved.

I turned to Taehyung as a last effort to figure out what these two weren’t telling me. “Tae…”

He just shook his head, “Nothing happened.”

I felt like I was surrounded by a bunch of delusional parrots as I ran my fingers through my messy hair. I felt tears stinging my eyes as I realized that this night was going to end the way that I was begging it not to. I’m going to go to bed angry and this conflict is going to just stir between the two of us until he fesses up.

“You know, Kook,” I stood up and spun around to glare at him half-heartedly. “I will be less angry at you if you just fess up now. The longer you wait to tell me what’s going on, the more upset it’s going to make me. Quite frankly, I’m already mad and I don’t even know what happened.”

I gave him one last chance to explain himself as I stared deep into his eyes. His jaw clenched and I noticed the deep breath he took. His hands shook as he rubbed the knees of his jeans, his mouth opening ever so slightly.

“Ari,” Taehyung shook his head and let a slight laugh out of his mouth, “Nothing happened. We were just out with our friends before college starts again.”

“Right,” I laughed in disbelief. My eyes glared at Jungkook as I gave him a few more seconds to interject.

Once again, he said nothing.

“Goodnight, then,” I whispered, trying to not let my emotions get the best of me. It’d been so long since Jungkook made me cry…

Taehyung had to be at work fairly early, so Jungkook and I were left alone for the morning. Normally we would take that time to be disgustingly cheesy with one another and at the very least make out with each other on the couch.

Today was very different. The air felt very tense and I hardly left my room to avoid having to talk to him.

I felt like we were back at our old habits before the two of us got together, and it sucked. I threw several pity parties in my room as I thought about how much fun we could be having right now. Our days were numbered, and Jungkook was choosing to push me further away.

“Yoongi,” I whined into my phone as I finally gave in to my tears. I couldn’t stop thinking about Jungkook and how worried he has me. It felt like he was trying to push me away, and that thought was terrifying. What would possess him to think that was a good idea?

“What’s wrong?” Yoongi’s voice sounded worried as I sniffed, trying to keep my emotions under my control. I slowly calmed down my soft sobs, trying to not be too loud as to attract Jungkook inside.

“Jungkook’s scaring me,” I grabbed my pillow and hugged it to my body. I rested my chin on the top of it as my tears started soaking into the object. “It feels like he’s trying to push me away. I love him so much, and I’m afraid that he’s going to try and break up with me when he leaves.”

“Well that makes no damn sense,” Yoongi sounded pissed as I nodded, sniffing as quietly as possible. “He’s disgustingly in love with you. Why would he even consider something so childish?”

“I don’t know!” I raised my voice a little too much as I cursed under my breath. Jungkook definitely heard that. There was no way that he didn’t…

This was normally when Jungkook would come in to talk to me. Every time he heard any loud noises from my room, he’d come in to check on me. It was really cute, honestly.

I felt my face twist with disgust as I glared at my phone in my hand. Soomin had texted me the grossest text I’d ever read about some guy who’s still in high school! She was being a pedophile over him! I had been on the phone with her several times over him, and she continued to ignore my warnings.

“Ugh, she’s such a tramp!” I screamed in frustration, not taking into account that it was nearly two in the morning. I felt my disgust increasing the more she texted me, and I made more frustrated noises.

“Ari?” I spun around to see Jungkook poking his head into my room. His eyes were laced with worry and exhaustion as I realized I had woken him up.

“Kook,” my eyes softened as he stepped into my room to walk over to me. I was on the edge of my bed, pillows thrown around the room from me trying to quietly get out all my frustration.

“What’s wrong, babe?” He asked, pulling my desk chair to the side of my bed to sit in front of me. I dangled my feet off the edge of the bed and leaned closer to him.

“Soomin won’t listen to me about her pedophilia. She’s going to get in serious trouble for this, and she’s blowing it all off. She’s convinced that it’s okay because he turns 18 in three months.”

Jungkook sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, “I forgot about her talking to that kid. She really thinks it’s okay?”

“Yes!” I cried as Jungkook grabbed my hand with his. I looked down at our hands and felt his touch calming me down, “She’s lost her mind… I don’t know why I’m still talking to her.”

“I don’t know, either,” Jungkook laughed nervously as he pulled me further to the edge, “Do you want to stay in my room tonight?”

I raised my eyebrows as I felt my mind moving on from the frustrating conversation I had just been having.

“Your bed’s small, though,” I mentioned. It was the reason that we never stayed in his room if we slept in the same bed together.

“I know,” he smirked and winked as I scoffed and ran my fingers through his soft, messy hair. I ruffled the hair a little as he closed his eyes, liking the feeling of my hand in his hair despite making it a mess.

“Just stay in here with me?” I offered, smiling at the sight of his relaxed smile. He didn’t say anything as he hopped out of the chair and jumped onto the bed, causing it to bounce me a little.

“You didn’t even need to ask, babe.”

The seconds ticked by as I felt my heart being squeezed in my chest. He’s not coming. He’s… not coming.

“Yoongi, I…” I took a deep breath, “I can’t take this. I’ve gotta have it out with Jungkook. He can’t do this to me. He’s being a selfish asshole. He’s reverting to how he was before we got together.”

“Why would he want to do that?” Yoongi asked, confusion laced in his voice.

“Because he’s an idiot. I think that he’s too afraid to say goodbye to me, so instead he’s shutting me out. It’s as if he feels like this will be less painful when in reality, it’s making it excruciatingly hard.”

I was quick to hang up the call after I made up my mind to try and fix this. If they’re leaving in six days, I want to have these six days with Jungkook. I want to have so much fun with him that he’ll forget that our days are numbered.

I didn’t even knock on his door as I swung the door open, scaring Jungkook as he looked up at me with wide eyes. He was just scrolling through his phone when I had stormed in. He definitely heard my frustrated words to Yoongi.

I was opening my mouth to snap at Jungkook over pushing me away, but I stopped short seeing him. I saw him just yesterday, but seeing him right now was just… different. He was the same guy I’d been spending my summer with, but everything felt so wrong.

I felt like he had already made the decision to push me away without thinking about how hard this was going to affect me.

“Jungkook, I want you to tell me what happened last night.”

I kept my words short and sweet as Jungkook just looked at me with wide eyes. I was afraid that he was going to snap back at me, but it looked like I knocked the breath out of him.

I took a few steps closer to him and felt my hands shaking at my sides. His eyes studied my face as his expression dropped to worried. He noticed that I’ve been crying.

“Please,” I whispered, standing at the foot of his bed. He swallowed while looking at me, and I watched the internal battle I could see taking place in his eyes. He looked like he was on the edge of convincing himself to keep me away from him, but I broke him as another tear fell from my eyes.

I walked to the side of his bed and lowered myself to sit on the edge of it. My back was against his knees and I felt my breathing stagger at the simple touch.

Jungkook looked down at my skin that was touching his as I just continued looking at him with pleading eyes. His breathing was irregular as his fists clenched in his lap. He looked like he was trying to build his wall back up, but I wasn’t about to let that happen.

“Jungkook,” I moved my body closer to the front of the bed, my side now pressing up against his torso. I faced him and reluctantly reached out to grab one of his tense hands. “I love you.”

I saw all his barriers break as his bottom lip started quivering. His eyes shied away from mine before he took a deep breath. This was obviously as hard on him as it was me.

“Stop pushing me away, Kook,” I managed to get out as fresh tears began to build up into my eyes. I squeezed his hand lightly before Jungkook moved to intertwine our fingers. A tear dropped from his eyes as he sat up to get closer to me.

“I love you, too,” he nodded, pulling me closer to him, “I love you so damn much, and please remember that as I tell you this.”

I felt my hand grip his slightly tighter than before as I just nodded, wiping my tears away from my eyes with my free hand.

“Last night when hanging out with the guys, we ran into Jennie,” he paused as I felt my muscles tense. Since Taehyung still worked with her, it wasn’t like she was completely out of our lives, but Jungkook hadn’t spoken to her since that night at the movie theater. I didn’t feel jealousy, but I did feel paranoia filling my emotions.

“She was mainly talking to Yugyeom because they had met a couple times before. She was kinda flirting with him a little until I stopped her and told her to back off. She didn’t like how harsh I was with her, so she made it her goal to stay around us for the rest of the night. She wouldn’t shut up about how things used to be with us, and I gave in and started getting carried away with my drinks. I was about to drink myself into a coma when she stopped me and…”

I saw another tear trail down his face as his bit his lip and looked away, “She leaned in to kiss me. I just barely pulled out of the way in time to keep her fish lips off of me, but she was being persistent…

…

*Third Person POV*

“Jungkookie,” She whined as Jungkook continued to keep her away from him. She was just about as drunk as he was, and he was terrified that she was going to catch him off guard and assault his lips with her’s. He’d never forgive himself if he let her lips touch his…

“Kiss me, dammit,” she grumbled as Jungkook just spun around and shook his head. He tried to move away from her, but her hands were quick to grab his wrist and forcefully pull him back to her.

“I’m the better fit for you, Kookie,” she forced him to face her as his annoyance was growing in his chest. He had come out tonight to have fun with his friends, not to be assaulted by his ex-girlfriend… “You wanna know why I’m better?”

“You’re not better, Jennie. Go find some other guy to screw with,” Jungkook pulled his arm out of her hold only for her hands to grab his shoulders. His hands were quick to grab her wrists, but when she spoke her next words, he froze. Nothing could have prepared him for what she was going to say.

She caught him so off guard that the moment he froze in shock, she leaned up and pressed a sloppy kiss to his mouth. He was quick to shove her off and tell her to piss off, but even as he stormed away from her, the words played through his head over and over again.

Was he really going to have to deal with her like this regularly? He couldn’t handle this… He won’t be able to take it. He’ll lose his mind if what she said really was true…

“You’ll be seeing a lot of me. I’ve transferred to your college this coming semester, Kookie.”

A/N: I don’t hate the real Jennie, I swear! She just happens to be the antagonist to this story!! (And she wasn’t originally going to be when I first wrote her in!) But sorry for any errors that I didn’t catch. I very loosely edited this. And I give everyone permission to beat Jungkook’s butt for his stupidity, but be gentle!

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Accidents

In which Harry gets into an accident and (Y/n) doesn’t know if he’s ok...... some major angst and fluff ahead

It was finally the weekend and you couldn’t wait to spend the day snuggled up to Harry in your nice warm bed. It was about 9 am when the sunlight finally invaded your room, causing you to wake up. You let out a small groan as you stretched your body out. You began to shift quietly in bed before a pair of arms snaked themselves around your waist and tugged you closer to his chest. Harry buried his head of curls into the crook of your neck and let out a loud grunt.

“Good morning to you too” you mumbled back quietly as you snuggle closer into his embrace.

“Morning love” he whispered back, closing his eyes once more.

“I want to stay like this all day but first I really have to wee” you stated as you tried to untangle yourself from Harry with little success.

“Five more minutes” he mumbled.

“Harry I’m going to piss the sheets, let me go please” you replied back, continuing to struggle.

“We can wash them” he mumbles back before you whack his arm.

“Harold that is disgusting! Let me go H” you replied more firmly as he groaned and released you.

You ran to the bathroom as quickly as you could. Once you were done you went to brush your teeth at the sink. As you were about to put the brush in your mouth Harry’s phone rang.

“Please don’t pick it up, H” you yelled from the bathroom.

“Love it’s Jeff, I have too” he replied back quietly.

“No H don’t do it. It’s our day off! I want you all to myself... naked under the sheets” you mumbled as you walked back in the room, toothbrush in hand just as Harry picked up the phone with an apologetic smile.

“Hey, Jeff... no no, I was awake don’t worry... yeah what happened?” Harry spoke as you rolled your eyes and walked back to the sink. Once you had finished brushing your teeth you washed your face quickly and headed back to your room only to find Harry putting on a pair of light washed jeans.

“Nooooo Harry you promised not to go anywhere today” you complained as you walked up to him and ran your fingers over his butterfly tattoo.

“I know love, I know but some of the software at the recording studio glitched so I have to go in and record some bits. They need the demo done by Monday” he stated as he held your hands in his, kissing your knuckles and giving you an apologetic smile.

“Harry you always do this. All I asked for was a single day of just you all to myself. I’ve been thinking about this for weeks. I canceled my morning shift to spend the day with you, can’t you do this tomorrow” you replied back, getting upset with him.

See this wasn’t the first time that Harry had ruined your cozy days alone. Last time it was because Mitch had come up with a new bridge that Harry wanted to try out. That time he had been gone nearly the entire day leaving you to sulk around the house and wait for him. You knew something similar was going to happen this time around. Usually, you wouldn’t even be this upset about the situation, but Harry had spent the last month in Tokyo trying to write his new album and you missed him. He was the one that wanted to do the lazy day today which only added to your fury.

“No I can’t (Y/n), Jeff asked me to come in today so I’m going in today. I’ll be back soon, I promise” he tried to reassure you, but you were having none of it.

“Harry, don’t make promises you very well know you aren’t going to keep. I haven’t spent more than a couple hours with you in weeks. I had the whole day set up.” you replied back becoming slightly more agitated.

“I wouldn’t say choosing a movie and having sex is exactly planning the day” he stated as he pulled away from you and shrugged on a t-shirt.

“Well then you can forget about the sex today then since I guess it isn’t important” you replied back as you walked past him and began to strip off the sexy pajamas you were wearing and putting on some comfy clothes.

“(Y/n)... you know that’s not what I meant. You’re being a bit unreasonable and frankly a bit of a bitch.” he retorted as he slipped on his loafers and his hat.

“You know what Harry Styles, fuck you. Go record your song, heck fly back to Japan for all I care. You clearly don’t want to be here” you stated, anger and disappointment boiling in your veins.

“Great maybe I will. Look I’m already late so I’m leaving, don’t wait up for me” he announced as he grabbed his car keys and headed out the door.

You were fuming at the moment and the only thing that could calm you down right now was a cold shower. After your shower, you decided to finally tackle your laundry pile you had been procrastinating for a while. For lunch, you had leftover Chinese food from the night before while watching Friends and by the time 6 rolled around you were tired out from all your pent up anger that day. You decided that you were going to take a power nap so you put your phone on Do Not Disturb and set a timer for an hour. You curled up in your bed with one of Harry’s hoodies as you drifted off to sleep.

Your alarm softly blared in the background as you groggily opened your eyes and began to stretch in bed. Groaning softly you sat up in your bed before walking over to turn off your alarm. After shutting it off you saw about thirty texts from your friends and 10 missed calls from Jeff and Anne. As you were about to call them to see what was happening you got a twitter notification saying that #praysforHarry was trending. Your heart sank into your chest. What had happened? Was he ok? What was going on?

As your heart raced you shakily pressed on Jeff’s contact. The phone rang twice before he finally picked up

“(Y/n) where are you?” Jeff asked frantically.

“I’m- I’m at home. Jeff, what's going on? Harry was supposed to be with you at the studio?” you stated softly, your voice cracking slightly.

“He left early. Said he needed to be quick so he could go back to you. Was on my way home when I got a call from St. Thomas hospital, said I was the emergency contact. Harry was in a car crash, (y/n). Apparently, he was at an intersection and a drunk driver crashed into his car. The drivers dead at the scene. Harry was taken to the hospital and I’m here now, but they won’t tell me anything. Anne is coming but I thought I would-” Jeff but you zoned him out.

Harry. Your Harry. Your Harry was in an accident and you didn’t even know. You were shaking aggressively as you held back sobs.

“(Y/n), (y/n)- hey, are you still with me?” Jeff yelled through the phone, snapping you momentarily from your trance.

“Ye-yeah I’m... I’m here” you whispered as you slowly began to hyperventilate.

“(Y/n) I need you to breathe ok? Gary is going to be outside your house in five minutes so he can drive you here ok? Breathe, just breathe. He’s in good hands, ok? Your friend Jackie said that she was going to be one of the nurses in the operating room and that she would take care of him.” Jeff tried to reassure you.

“He’s- he’s in surgery?” you asked as you tried to calm your breathing down.

“Yeah went in about a half hour ago. Ok, (Y/n), Anne just go here so I’m going to hang up. Gary should be there any minute now, ok? He’ll be fine” Jeff stated before mumbling a quick goodbye and hanging up.

Of course, he had to get hurt today of all days. The only day this entire week that you weren't working at the hospital and the only day the two of you had argued. You cautiously ran your fingers through your hair as a car horn sounded outside. Quickly you slipped on one of Harry’s old sweaters and grabbed your sunglasses from the counter before placing them in your backpack and running out the door.

The car ride to the hospital was quiet as you shuffled through your bag looking for your nurse's badge to get you in the building faster. As Gary pulled up to the front entrance you saw the flashing of cameras through the tinted windows. You put your sunglasses on to block the flash as well as to hide your swollen eyes from all the crying you had been doing on the way here. Gary carefully guided you into the building before you ran into the building before stopping at the secretary's desk.

“Eileen where is he? What room is he in? Where is Harry?” you asked the old woman.

“Oh (Y/n), sweetheart I’m so sorry, Love. Let me check that for you. What’s his last name and date of birth again?” She asked you with a sympathetic smile.

“Styles. Harry Styles. S-T-Y-L-E-S. Birthday is February 1, 1994″ you replied quickly as you fiddled with your badge.

“Ok, love, here we go. He’s currently in operating room 4, no status report I’m afraid, but his private waiting room is room 53c,” she stated softly.

“Thank you, Eileen” you replied as you ran to the elevator.

Once you stepped out onto the fifth floor ran down the corridor and made a left before making to his waiting room. You swiped your card and cautiously walked in. Many of Harry’s closest friends were already in there as you spotted Anne in the corner next to Gemma, a cup of tea untouched in her hand. You made your way to her as she gave you a small teary-eyed smile. You sat next to her, grabbing her hands as you gently placed her tea on the coffee table.

“Anne I- I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have I- I should have just let him go and now he’s here and, and I-” you began as tears streamed down your face.

“Shh (y/n), Oh darling come here,” Anne said as she wrapped you in her arms. “This isn’t your fault love, none of it is. He was just at the wrong place at the wrong time. You had nothing to do with it” she stated as you continued to argue with her.

You ultimately gave up and ended up curled up next to Anne before Nick came over with a cup of water for you an hour or so later.

“Have you heard anything yet by chance?” Nick asked cautiously as he rubbed a hand up and down your arm. You shook you’re head.

“Jackie texted me saying she would try and get me an update during the operation but nothing yet. I think I’m going to try and go down there in a bit to see” you mumbled as you wiped at your eyes with the sleeves of Harry’s sweater.

“(Y/n) that might not be the smartest choice. Maybe we should wait for the Doctor to update us here” Nick offered.

“No, I can’t wait here not knowing anything. We don’t even know if he was conscious in the ambulance! I’m going down, I’ll be back in a bit” you replied as you gave Anne a quick squeeze before making your way down to the operating room.

You made it down to the second floor where he was getting operated in before you carefully walked into the seats of the operating theater. There he was. The love of your life laid on the operating table with a breathing tube down his throat as the team of doctors worked on him. You had to cover your mouth to prevent the sobs from coming out. You recognized all the doctors and nurses working on him and you spotted Jackie in the corner grabbing another pint of blood before hooking it to his IV.

You carefully walked over to the speaker before pressing the intercom button.

“Dr. Marcos, it's (Y/n) (Y/l/n), can you tell me how he’s doing?’ you asked cautiously as the man looked up quickly from Harry to see you up in the view dock.

He quickly motioned for Jackie to go up and see you as he pulled down his masked, “He’s in good hands (Y/n), don’t worry.” he stated sending you a small smile before returning back to Harry.

Jackie walked into the room where you stood and wrapped you in a tight hug. You nearly collapsed into her arms as you sobbed.

“Hey, hey (y/n) relax for me, breathe. They’re just finishing up on him. He’s had a bit of a rough time, I won’t lie, but his breathing has been stabilized and we’ve stopped most of the bleeding.” she stated.

“He’s he going to be okay?” you asked her. Jackie gave you a sympathetic look.

“You know I can’t give you that answer. As of now, he’s stable” she mumbled as you squeezed her tighter.

You were about to ask her another question when you heard a chorus of shouts and beeping from the operating room. You saw a flat line on the monitored and nearly felt your own heart stop. Jackie quickly placed you in a chair before running to the speaker and turning off the operating room microphones and putting the black screen up so you couldn’t see anything.

You thought your heart had stopped at that moment until Jackie jerked your arm harshly, grabbing your chin in her hand so that you would face her.

“Listen to me (y/n), ok? He’s in very capable hands right now and they are going to do everything, EVERYTHING they can to save him and help him. He’s a strong man. We both need to have some faith in the doctors, ok? As soon as he’s stabilized again they’ll page me.” she replied as you emotionlessly nodded your head.

As you sat there in the small theater chairs you recalled all your good memories with Harry. Your first date at the tiny record store down the street from your old house, your first kiss on the edge of the boardwalk, your boat ride in Paris, your first Christmas together curled up on the couch watching movies. Every memory you had ever made was quickly coming back to you as you realized that your greatest fear could come true; those could be the last memories of you and Harry. As you lost yourself in thought Jackie’s pager rang, a sigh of relief leaving her mouth.

“He’s stable. They’re finishing up the last stitch right now and he’ll be placed in a recovery room. I told you all you needed was a little faith” Jackie stated with a soft smile as you through yourself into her arms and sobbed.

“He’s ok, he’s ok. Oh thank god, I don’t know what I would have done without him” you mumbled as you tried to catch your breath.

“He is (y/n), don’t worry. Now we're going to clean you up a bit and then would you like to tell everyone upstairs that he’s ok? He’s quite the popular boy” Jackie chuckled as she carefully helped you up.

“Yeah, I can do” you whispered, a small smile on your face as the two of you walked to the closest bathroom.

After washing your face with cold water and Jackie putting some of her concealer under your eyes you gave Jackie a quick hug and let her go see the rest of her patients. Jackie had given you all the information you were allowed to share with everyone upstairs. Harry had just been moved to his room and was currently fast asleep (would probably still be for a couple of hours) as was currently stable. You walked up the stairs to the fifth floor before carefully knocking on the waiting room door, closing the door behind you softly as you came in. Everyone’s attention turned to you as you gave them a hesitant smile and tried to hide your hands in the sleeves of your sweater.

“Umm, so Harry he- he’s stable. Just got out of surgery and is currently asleep in his room. Can probably visit him in ten minutes. Umm, his umm his heart stopped at one point during the surgery but they were able to resuscitate him. He’s fine now though” you spoke.

Once you were finished talking the crowd of people began to murmur to each other with a mix of relief and worry. Anne ran up to you and squeezed you into a hug before leaving the room with Gemma. You walked over to the table in the corner to get yourself a cup of water as Nick came over and gave your shoulders a tight squeeze.

“Told you he’s strong, (y/n). You both are going to make it through this. I’m going to leave with the rest of our friends so you guys have some space. We’ll come see him tomorrow now that we know he’s ok” Nick states as he placed a kiss on your temple and you gave him a tight hug.

“Thank you, Nick. Thanks for being here, I’ll make sure to tell Harry” you spoke as Nick nodded his head and started to grab his coat. You gave a quick wave to the group leaving the room before taking a seat on the now empty couch.

He was ok. He was going to be fine. Everything is fine. You repeated these three statements to your self in the now empty room until Michael walked in. He gave you a small smile and handed you a cup of coffee you graciously accepted.

“Gemma and Anne are almost done talking to him so if you’d like you can go in” he announced, giving your shoulder a soft squeeze as you sipped at the coffee.

You shakily took a deep breath and stood up carefully from the couch. Putting the cup down you gave Michael a tight hugged and thanked him for being here.

“Harry’s like family to me, I’ll always be here to support him and his family and friends” He replied.

You released him and carefully grabbed your backpack from the room before making your way down the corridor. Hesitantly you knock on his hospital room door before pocking your head in and seeing Anne and Gemma sitting on either side of him. All three of them turned their attention and the minute your eyes locked with Harry’s your eyes teared up.

“Hello, love” Harry whispered, he voice sounding quite hoarse.

A sob left your mouth as you closed the door and dropped your backpack on the floor. He had bandages all over his torso and on the side of his forehead. You could see a cast on his left foot and a large cut on his nose. Your sobs got louder as you stood frozen at the end of the room, hands over your mouth.

“Oii love, come here, (y/n). I’m ok, I promise” Harry whispered as he opened his arms slowly.

Anne carefully moved her chair away from the edge of Harry’s bed and gestured for you to come forward. You slowly walked towards him until you were inches away from his hand. Harry cautious held his hand out to you and you grasped it between your two hands, bringing it up to your lips to place a kiss on his knuckles. He wrapped his free arm carefully around your waist and tugged you closely until you were essentially sitting on his bed. Gemma and Anne said there quick goodbyes before leaving the room. Once they had left you began to speak.

“How- why did you-u... what happened baby?” You asked as Harry made some room for you on the bed.

“Well I don’t remember much but I know I was trying to come home early so that I could surprise you and apologize for being a wanker. Everything after that is a blur, I remember starting to turn left but then the other car hit my side and everything goes blank” he replies as he fiddles with your fingers.

You nodded your head before bitting your lip and looking down at the cast on his foot. Harry gently placed his hand under your chin to lift it up so that you would look at him.

“Hey, I’m alright. Everything is just fine. The doctors said that besides the scare in the operating room everything else was much less severe then they expected. All I have to do is take it easy for a bit and-” he started before you cut him off.

“Oh no, I’m putting you on bed rest for at least a week. You’re not moving off our bed mister. Do I make myself clear?” you replied while running your hands softly through his hair.

“Of course Nurse (Y/n), anything for you” he replied back with a small smirk as you softly wack his none injured arm before snuggling into his side.

The two of you laid there in silence for a while as Harry ran his hand through your hair slowly. You had been contemplating whether to ask Harry the question that had been mulling over in your head since you made it to the hospital. You promised yourself that if he made it out of this ok that you wouldn’t hesitate to tell him but now you were chickening out. Harry could sense you progressively getting tenser so he carefully turned onto his side to look at you.

“(Y/n) what’s wrong?” He asked as you bit your bottom lip harder. You stared up at him cautiously before blurting out

“Marry me”

A moment of silence passed between the two of you before Harry smirked and stated, “well I would but last time I checked you're supposed to be in the white gown and not me”.

“Harry I’m serious” you replied back with a stern face, tears threatening to follow as Harry quickly wiped the smirk off his face.

“I know love, I know. I am too. Hey, no tears now, yeah? Can’t have the love of my life in tears” he whispered softly.

“I- I - when I saw you on that table flatlining I just couldn’t stop thinking about all the things we would have missed out on... our wedding, the birth of our kids, graduations, birthdays, holidays together... all of it. And -and I promised myself I would ask you if you made it through and-” you rambled as Harry cut you off with a delicate kiss to your swollen lips, trailing them across your face to kiss your tears away.

“Shh, darling its all over now. My answer yes. Yes I’ll marry you and we're going to buy that house down near Brighton that you love to look at on our way to the beach and we’re going to have the most beautiful and amazing kids and their going to look just like me” he rambled with a smile as you shook your head softly at his antiques.

“Before all that, though I have one request” he announces as you scrunch your eyebrows together.

“What?” you replied back as you stared down into his eyes.

“Got to let me propose properly, yeah? I want to do it right, down on one knee and everything but you got to give me a little time to heal up though... and you got to give me your ring size” he stated sheepishly, a blush rising up to his cheeks.

You smiled brightly at him and gave him a peck on the lips.

“Size 7, but I’m in no rush as long as I have you here with me now” you whispered softly as you brushed back his hair.

“I love you” he whispered to you.

“I love you too Harry” you replied back before kissing his plump lips softly.

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So I won’t lie I started writing this like two week ago, but I have been so busy that I just didn’t have a chance to finish and it's probably not my best work but hey it’s done! With that being said I love to hear from you guys so let me know what you think and let me know if you have any requests!!! Hope everyone had a lovely weekend!

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 7 years ago

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My Bloody Sweetheart (Part 4 (Final))

Summary: The reader is safe thanks to Dean...she thinks...

My Bloody Sweetheart Masterlist

Pairing: Demon!Dean x reader

Word Count: 2,900ish

Warnings: language, violence

A/N: Demon Dean, you’re something alright...

It’d been nearly a day since you got out of Little Gorge, not sure if Dean was dead, caught, alive or what. All you knew was his note in the backpack said you’d be safe at those coordinates so that’s where you went, in the middle of nowhere Kansas, knocking on a big black door, your blade ready to go just in case.

You saw the door open tentatively, a gun in the person’s hand quickly get hidden behind their back.

“Are you Sam?” you asked, taking in the man’s face, recognizing his eyes the most. “Sam Winchester?”

“Y/N Y/L/N,” said Sam, looking around and then down at you. “You dated Dean in high school.”

“This is nuts but...Dean sent me here. Bad stuff is going down in Little Gorge. I don’t even know if he’s alive anymore. You got to help me,” you said. Sam looked you up and down again, tilting his head at you. “What?”

“Dean told you to come here,” said Sam. “Dean did?”

“Yes,” you said. “He’s a uh...a demon.”

“I know that,” said Sam, opening the door wider and pulling you inside. “I tried to cure him a few months back. He nearly killed me before he escaped.”

“That doesn’t sound like the Dean I know,” you said. Sam went down a set of stairs, you on his tail as he spread his arms out at the tables in front of you to show you what looked like research.

“Demons lie to get what they want. If he wanted sex or a girlfriend, he’d say whatever he had to,” said Sam.

“But why send me back here? He loves me,” you said, Sam sighing before a grunt caught your attention.

“Left that front door open a bit too long, Sammy,” said Dean, standing at the top of the stairs. “Just needed a little diversion to jam it and let me walk straight in. Thanks for that by the way, kiddo.”

“Dean has been trying to kill me for months, Y/N,” said Sam. “No wonder why I haven’t heard from him lately.”

“I’m back at full demon strength again too, baby bro,” said Dean with a grin. “A little play acting here, a few demon deaths there...an idiot Levi who’d do anything to get his soul back after fucking up...and Y/N? It was like dealing with a little lovestruck puppy dog she was. Tsk tsk. Kiddo, you made it almost too easy.”

“You...what?” you asked, Dean laughing as he walked down a few steps.

“It wasn’t hard when literally everyone around you was lying to you. I wanted to kill Sammy but I couldn’t find a way to get him to come out or to get back in the bunker. Basically I figured trick my old high school sweetheart by scaring her into coming running to Sammy. He knew I talked about you every once in a while, checked up to make sure you were doing okay, that I still cared...he let you walk in like nothing. He’s been so careful too. The rest was just to have fun. Although the sex...that was certainly an unexpected bonus,” said Dean.

“Wow, you love hearing yourself talk, don’t you?” asked Sam, crossing his arms. Dean growled and made his way down the stairs, pushing you aside and straight for Sam.

“Oh, I’ve been dreaming of this day for a long-” he said before coughing.

“I’m sorry,” you said, pulling the demon blade you’d used out of Dean’s back, watching him fall against the table but stay upright for the most part. “Why didn’t it work?”

“He’s not a normal demon,” said Sam, grabbing Dean and pulling him through a hall and another, you right after them until Sam was tossing Dean in a room and chair.

“I wasn’t going to kill you kiddo but guess who made the naughty list,” said Dean, struggling as he was tied down, Sam cuffing him until he stopped moving.

“He’s not going anywhere,” said Sam.

“Is he okay?” you asked, Dean laughing.

“You just tried to kill me and now you care if my boo boo hurts?” he mocked.

“Yeah, it’s probably healing already,” said Sam. “I think she likes you jackass or else she could have got you somewhere far more lethal.”

“Okay, blah blah blah, let’s get going with this cure again so I can get loose, again, and rip you apart this time. Both of you actually,” said Dean, smiling at you.

“Y/N, can you stay here and watch him? I need to go get some things.”

Twelve Hours Later

“How’s he doing?” you asked Sam. He smiled as he pulled Dean’s door shut. “Is his back...”

“It’s perfectly fine. He’s pretty wiped but he wants to apologize to you when you’re ready,” said Sam.

“I’m the one that stabbed him,” you said.

“Dean says there’s more to it than that. About that night whatever that night is,” said Sam. “Give me a shout if you need anything.”

“Thanks Sam,” you said, waiting until he was gone to go into Dean’s room. He was on his bed, quietly staring at the door, wearing a sad smile. “Hey, De.”

“Hi kiddo,” said Dean. You sat down on the edge of the bed, Dean looking away. “Sorry about...using you like that.”

“You said to never trust a demon,” you said, Dean lifting his head cautiously. “I did trust you...just not all the way.”

“I told you about hunting,” said Dean. “I never wanted that for you.”

“I’ve killed a demon and almost got another one. I don’t think I’m too bad at it,” you said, Dean smiling and staring at his lap.

“You don’t have it in you to be mean to me, even when you have every right,” said Dean.

“Demon Dean, I’d be mean to him but you? You’re my, De,” you said, holding his hand. “You’re pretty mean to yourself from what Sam tells me.”

“We’ll call in our hunter friends, clear out the demons that are left in Little Gorge if there are any. There never was one in Colt. He’ll probably take over the Chief position. He was always a good guy. You should go home to him when it’s all said and done,” said Dean.

“Sam warned me you’d try to pull this,” you said. “I might have been living with an imposter the past two weeks but if I start over and think...think about how I felt when I saw you again after all these years...I still want that.”

“It’s not the way it works, Y/N. This life is horribly dangerous and-”

“And blah blah blah, I’m not buying what you’re selling, Dean. Tell me whatever it was you wanted to say about that night at the party and then let’s have our second shot at this,” you said.

“We left town because a demon was on our tail and dad wanted us out of there. He didn’t tell us until much later but that’s why we left. It’s how you got hurt and Levi sold his soul to get you back. He said it back at the house a few nights ago, everything started with me leaving that party,” said Dean.

“It was not your fault or your dad’s that he wanted to keep his kids safe. Levi is the one that pushed too far and got himself in that mess and he’s lucky he got his soul back. For a demon, a tricky bastard one I’ll give you that, you never did anything to me,” you said.

“You’re not going to just leave and go live a normal, quiet life now, are you?” asked Dean.

“Only if you want to come with,” you said. “Or else I’ll get used to this one.”

“It’s not a good idea, Y/N,” said Dean.

“Do you remember when I asked you if you wanted to go to homecoming with me and you said it wasn’t a good idea?” you asked, Dean biting his bottom lip. “You liked me but didn’t think you could have me so I had to prove you wrong.”

“If we do this, we take this slow and I mean slow, kiddo,” he said.

“Whatever you say, De.”

Three Months Later

“Hi, did you find everything you were looking for?” you asked, lifting your head up to find Dean leaning over the counter.

“You’re the only thing I’m looking for,” he said with a smirk. “You’re out of pie. Again.”

“A normal town does not go through as much pie as you do in a week, Dean,” you said. “I’ll make you one this weekend.”

“I want it now though,” he said with a whine.

“Any trouble? Never a good sign when a grown man is whining in a grocery store,” said Colt, coming up behind Dean in line.

“We’re out of pie so he’s upset,” you said, Colt nodding and hiding part of his cart.

“You took the last pie!” said Dean, Colt shrugging. “Some friend you are.”

“Eh, I got crazy Levi off your back to go get better in a nice cushy resort and a recommendation for the academy from the Chief of Little Gorge. That’s pretty good for someone who was a murder suspect three months ago,” said Colt.

“You’re the Chief, dumbass,” said Dean, pushing Colt’s shoulder but moving out of the way. “So...have you heard anything more on my application?”

“You’re not even thirty. You’re still worried about them rejecting it?” asked Colt.

“I’m worried about them rejecting me for having a juvie record and an unstable home life and living on the road most of my adult one. Then there’s my adult record and-”

“Colt,” you said, cocking your head at your friend. “Would you just tell him already?”

“Since you’re applying to the Little Gorge police department specifically and were unfairly harassed by Levi...I may have a little sway in the decision process,” said Colt.

“And...” said Dean, Colt straight faced. “Oh come on, this is cruel and unusual punishment.”

“Your acceptance package got delivered this morning. You’ll report to the academy the beginning of next month and six months from now, you’ll be deputy chief of Little Gorge,” said Colt.

“Congratulations, De,” you said, expecting a bigger reaction out of him. He wanted out of hunting after the demon incident but he needed to do something where he helped people. When the opening in town happened and with some persuading of Colt on your end to look past Dean’s record, you knew you’d found the perfect fit for him.

“Thank you Colt,” said Dean, nodding his head. “Really, thank you.”

“You got a job. I got pie. Even trade,” said Colt, your mind going back to work as Dean started to smile wide. “You better not fail anything. I don’t want to be running this town by myself for too long.”

“You got it, Colt,” said Dean. “I’ll do good, promise.”

“It’s your turn to buy pizza tonight,” said Colt, pointing a finger at you.

“It’s always my turn!” you said, getting a laugh out of him as he headed out and you turned your focus on Dean. “You’re going to be a cop.”

“Yeah,” he said, wearing a shy smile. “You knew, didn’t you? That’s why you asked me to swing by.”

“I may have been let on that some good news was coming your way. Sam might also be coming to visit since I told him...yesterday,” you said.

“He’s finally got a big brother he can be proud of,” said Dean.

“He’s always had one of those, De. I’m proud too,” you said. “For how far you’ve come the past few months.”

“I had some help from this girl I fell in love with a while back,” he said, leaning over the counter to kiss you. “My sweetheart.”

“Mm,” you said, smiling when he pulled away. “Give me ten minutes and then we can swing by the diner, bring home some pie for you.”

“Oh, I love you so much,” said Dean. “I’m going to fill up Baby while I’m waiting.”

“Don’t take too long.”

Dean POV

“Shit,” I said, kicking at the tire, huffing as the meter ticked up and up. I’d hoped getting rid of the demon side of me would calm things down. But all I could think of was ripping the guy whistling annoyingly a row over to shreds. This morning it was the neighbor washing the car. Yesterday, the mailman. Even good news wasn’t helping. When Baby finally finished, I shoved my sleeve up, the Mark red and pulsing. “Shit.”

“Something wrong Dean?” asked Colt, walking back to his cruiser to fill up his tank.

“Just you know, gas prices. This thing isn’t exactly fuel efficient,” I said adjusting my shirt, Colt nodding.

“Yeah but it’s awesome. It’s not like you have to drive everywhere in Little Gorge anyways,” said Colt.

“True,” I said, forcing a smile on. “I’ll swing by the station to talk about my training tomorrow.”

“See you around Winchester,” said Colt, turning his attention to his car as I got in Baby and pulled up outside the store to park.

“Relax, relax,” I said, squeezing my eyes shut. “It’s the Mark. It’s just a Mark. You can live with this. You can be good. Be good for her. Try to be good...she’d probably forgive us if we slipped up but gotta be good for Y/N.”

I took a big breath and got out, leaning against the building, the pressure of it building up again. I needed her. It felt a little better when Y/N was around, the urge not so much in the front of my mind. It was still there though, all the killing as a demon not helping to stop it.

“Ready whenever you are,” said Y/N, skipping out the front and locking up. She smiled and tossed her purse on the front bench of Baby before pursing her lips. She leaned in and opened the glove compartment, laughing as she shoved it in and grabbed something. “Dean, we should probably put this one away with all your hunting stuff too.”

“Yeah,” I said, taking the First Blade out of her hands. “I’ll put it in the basement with the other stuff when we get home.”

“Okay dokey,” she said, reaching her hand out to take hold of mine. I tucked the blade in my jeans and she snorted. “Are you really going to take that thing with us? Little Gorge is the safest place in the world now.”

“Well this way I won’t forget again,” I said with a smile, Y/N shrugging and starting the few block walk together, humming to herself. I’d nearly lost her the once as a demon and that I could explain away. The Mark though, that was a part of me I couldn’t get rid of, the part of me that liked feeling the blade close by, the part that liked some of the things the demon version did...liked a lot of them actually.

“Hey, I was thinking we could finally take that romantic trip we talked about,” said Y/N, looking up with bright eyes.

“Sounds great, sweetheart,” I said, breathing a sigh of relief, knowing it wouldn’t be hard to find someone in whatever town we ended up in to take care of that urge. Better there than here.

“You okay? You look kind of intense,” she said with a pout.

“I’m just nervous about the training,” I said, Y/N nodding.

“You’ll do fine, De, and then you’ll be Little Gorge’s deputy officer,” she said. “Cute uniform, second guy in charge around here...you’ll be a hot cop.”

“Yup,” I said, hoping it took her a good long while to figure out why being a cop would be a good thing, if she ever figured it out that was. Colt would have to be dealt with eventually but I’d find other ways to deal with that need until then. “So, where do you want to go on our trip, sweetheart? I know you said a cabin but what about a city? That’d be fun for a small town girl to see I think.”

“Maybe New York? I’ve always wanted to go, see all the sights and the shopping and the people,” she said, perking up. “Just like a weekend so we don’t blow all our money.”

“The city sounds perfect, sweetheart. Hopefully we can make this a regular thing.”

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kz-i-co · 7 years ago

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Distance

» Summary: one night to ruin three years of a relationship….can you keep it a secret?

» Pairing: Kim Seokjin / Reader

» Genre: Smut

» Words: 2.8k

» COMPLETED SERIES: Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

» m.list ╫ bts masterlist

“Surprise!” You knocked on the door but then turned to confusion once you saw Jin. “Where’s Daehyun?”

“Not here.” Jin said.

“Where is he?” You were annoyed of your boyfriends whereabouts.

“Out with friends….I think.”

You walked past him in rage. You were here to surprise your boyfriend on his birthday but instead being ditched for his stupid friends once again.

“Why aren’t you with him?” You asked.

“Because I don’t like his friends.” Jin shut the door and made his way towards the kitchen.

“That makes two of us.” You slouched in the chair off the island.

“I’m surprised he didn’t tell you.” You watched as Jin was preparing some dish.

“Nope….of course not….your cousins a dick sometimes.”

“I’m sorry.” Sometimes it felt like you spent more time with Jin then your own boyfriend. Mostly because your boyfriend and his cousin lived together in a two room apartment and you were mostly waiting around for him.

Daehyun was an amazing boyfriend but sometimes he could be a ditz, especially when he forgets to tell you were he’s going or tells you his plans.

“It’s not your fault.” You sadly sighed.

You didn’t mind spending time with Jin though, he was entertaining in some weird way. He made you laugh. Heck, you even liked his friends better.

“You want some food?” He asked.

“I don’t know….I think I rather leave.” You started fidgeting in your seat.

“I’m sure he’ll be back soon.” Jin was always optimistic.

You almost wanted to question what he just said. Daehyun always took his time with his friends and he was too busy to even answer you most of the time.

“Well….If you want to stay you’re welcome to….we can watch movies or something.” Jin suggested.

You huffed annoyed. Not at Jin but the whole thing. “I guess.” You pursed your lips and followed him to the couch.

…

You were just laughing at something Jin said when suddenly the door opens. Daehyun walks in and looked quite surprised to see you.

Then suddenly his face went pale. “Fuck….I forgot to tell you-”

You stood up. “Can I see your phone.” You took out your palm.

He did what you asked. “Babe…look I can expla-”

“Wow….your phone is turned off.” You said sarcastically.

“I know, and I’m sorry.”

You shoved his phone into his chest and walked past him.

“Thanks for your company Jin.”

“Wait….you’re just gonna leave.”

“Yes Daehyung I’m sick of you choosing your friends over me.” You Weren’t a clingy girlfriend and he knew that, but he was with his friends 70% of the time.

“I’m sorry, they just showed up and surprised me….right Jin.” He looked at his cousin. Jin just looked down at his phone staying out of it.

“How nice of them.” Then you finally opened the door.

“That’s all you have to say?” He asked.

“Right…..happy fucking birthday.” Then you slammed the door.

Daehyun started walking to his room when Jin stood up. “What are you doing….go after her.”

“She won’t talk to me.”

“So you’re gonna let her leave upset like that.”

Daehyun took what Jin said and walked out the door following you.

“Please don’t leave.” He caught up to you.

You wiped the small tears that you had. “Go away.” You unlocked your car door.

“I’m an asshole okay…I’m sorry.” He hugged you from behind. “I promise I wont hang out with them as much.”

You actually heard this before and always tend to believe him, but you wanted to. You turned around in his embrace so you were facing him.

“You always say that.”

“I know…but I mean it this time.” He smiled.

You really didn’t want to believe him. “Fine.” You let him kiss you.

He was smiling through the kiss. “How about we finish this inside.”

“No I’m not forcing Jin out again.”

“So your place?….what about your brother.”

“He stays with his girlfriend alot.”

“Girlfriend? Isn’t he only a teenager?”

“He’s 20 now.” You laughed.

“What? We’ve been together that long.”

“Almost three years?” You weren’t sure if he remembered.

“Okay then.” Then you got into your car and left with him.

You didn’t live too far away so you were at your place in no time.

Once you made your way up the door, you could tell how impatient Daehyun was being.

Once you entered, you heard a gasp of surprise.

“Jungkook what the fuck?” You caught them making out and you knew it would of gone somewhere from her shirt being tossed on the floor. Even the look of your brother zipping up his pants were pretty unsettling.

“Don’t you have a bedroom or her place.”

“You said you were gonna be gone all night.” He argued.

“Doesn’t mean you should have sex on our perfectly clean couches.”

“It won’t be the first time.” The girl sneered.

You clenched your jaw.

“Jungkook please escort your trash out.”

She looked at you with her mouth wide open. She knew you hated her since the moment you met her. She was no offense trash. Probably using your brother for his own good.

He got up and showed her out.

He didn’t come back in so you figure he was driving to her place.

“Don’t sit down!” You yelled at Daehyun who was about to sit on the couch. “Her poison is probably soaked into it.”

You took out your phone and texted your brother.

To Jungkookie: 9:45pm Get your butt back here and clean this couch!!!

You were scaring Daehyun by pacing back and fourth.

To Jungkookie: 9:55pm JUNGKOOK!!!

From Jungkookie: 10:00pm Can you stop treating me like a baby

“I can’t believe him.” You complained.

“I know you’re mad but please calm down…you said it yourself he’s 20 now….hes considered an adult.”

“Who makes poor decisions.” You rolled your eyes.

“Come on…let me help you relax.” He grabbed your hand and led you to your room.

….

Even later that night with Daehyun passed out besides you, you couldn’t help but feel angry still. You knew your brother was considered an adult and you knew he has been dating that trash for some time now but you just wished he would understand that she is no good for him.

The last thing you needed was him knocking up some girl who probably can’t even take care of a fish.

You heard the door slightly shut causing you to sit up. You grabbed a sweeter and shorts and made your way out to face him.

“Jungkook?” You said as you caught him about to enter his room.

You heard him sigh and turn around.

“I’m sorry okay.” You broke the silence. “It’s just her…I don’t like her.”

“I know.”

“So why her then.”

He just shrugged his shoulders. “Why him?” He responded.

“What do you mean by him?”

He looked down avoiding your glare. “Jungkook?”

You crossed your arms.

“I just don’t like him.”

“Why?”

“Because I can see how shitty he makes you feel.” You were confused.

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m not an idiot (Y/N).” Then he walked into his room.

“Jungkook please talk to me.”

“I don’t want to, it’s 2am.” He answered laying in his bed.

“Why are you coming home so late then….you usually sleep over?”

“I don’t want to talk about it….please let me sleep.”

“Fine….but this conversation is not over.”

“Okay.” He mumbled into his pillow.

It’s been a week later and Jungkook still avoided talking to you. You still were trying to think about what he said. Was Daehyun making you depressed. You were annoyed with him most of the time but you didn’t feel like you didn’t want to be around him. Now that you thought about it, maybe he didn’t want to be around you. Maybe that’s why he was always with his friends.

You noticed so far that he kept his promise that week ago, so it’s best not to jump to conclusions.

On a more positive note was that Jin was throwing a big Halloween party this weekend and he invited you of course. The party itself wasn’t actually on Halloween but only a few days off isn’t so bad. Just like celebrating it twice.

The hardest decision was trying to figure out what you wanted to dress up as. You had a few ideas but you finally came to the decision of Alice in wonderland. Your long blonde hair was pretty perfect for the costume and you always loved her growing up.

You tried to talk Jungkook into being your mad hatter or bunny with the clock but he refused. Jin had me invite him even though they never met, maybe you could get your brother drunk enough so he would actually talk to you.

“Are you almost ready?” You yelled to Jungkook.

“Coming.”

You smirked once you saw your brother. “What are you….a zombie?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re too cute to be a zombie.” He honestly didn’t look scary enough. He still looked innocent.

“Why do you have to ruin everything?” He pursed his lips. “Come on we need to pick up V and Jimin.”

“Just them right?”

“Yes….we broke up.” He said annoyed.

You let a sly smile slip but you knew he was upset about it so you quickly tried to hide the fact that she was finally out of the picture.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine, let’s go.”

….

When you picked up Jungkook’s friends you couldn’t help but laugh. They were all cute. All three of them. V was the joker and Jimin was Disney’s fantasia.

“You guys look cute.” You said as they got into the back seat.

They all groaned. “Could you stop saying cute.” Jungkook said.

“I’m sorry you are.” You giggled and drove off to Jin and Daehyuns. You weren’t sure what Daehyun was he wouldn’t tell you.

Once you got there the place was pretty steady with a bunch of people, but it wasn’t too crowded.

“Hey!!” Jin laughed at your costume. “We think alike.” You saw that he was dressed as the mad hatter. A nice fancy suite with a top hat.

“I guess we do.” You giggled. He kept it clean and simple.

He just looked plain handsome if you ask me.

“Where’s Dae?”

Jin bit his lip nervously. “Um….(Y/N), hes not here.”

“You’re joking?” You laughed.

He shook his head apologetically. “He said he had better things to do then dress up for some kids party.”

“What?”

“I’m sorry.” He said.

“He said that to you?”

He nodded.

Why was he being an asshole lately?

“Fucking asshole.” You whispered to yourself and went to the kitchen to get your first drink of the night.

You took out the drink and immediately started chugging.

“(Y/N) Please slow down.” You heard Jin say. “He’s not worth it.”

“Maybe I just want to have fun.”

“And we will…..just don’t make your fun cut short.”

He was right.

“Hey (Y/N) Where’s Dae-” Jungkook interrupted.

You saw from the corner of your eye that Jin warned him not to continue.

“Sorry.” He softly spoken.

“You were right, who needs him.” You smiled.

“Jungkook this is Jin, Dae’s cousin…..Jin this is my brother.” You introduced.

“Anyway let’s have a real party.”

….

The night was more crazier then you could imagine. You actually had a pretty good time (with Jin). At least that’s the last you remembered. Your one drink become several quickly into the night.

You were taking in your surroundings through your dizzy mind. You saw Jungkook talking to a cute girl in the corner, you saw V and Jimin acting like fools in beer pong against Jin’s friends J-Hope and Suga while Namjoon was watching. You and Jin were spending time on the dance floor.

You really like Jin. From all the countless hours you spent with him because of your stupid boyfriends whereabouts. You really got to know him. He became a really dependable friend of yours and you cared about him.

The alcohol was taking over you through your movements. You knew Jin was drunk as well from his personality kicked up a notch. He was laughing at every little thing and you couldn’t help but find him cute.

You found out that Jin was a very unique dancer. “Jin stop.” You giggled.

You grabbed his hands and placed them on your hips. You could tell he was quite nervous, even though he was tipsy.

“Don’t be shy.” You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, bringing him in closer. You smiled from how close he was.

You leaned in closer till your lips were brushing right over his. It’s like you couldn’t control yourself or even process what was going on because next thing you know, you were in his room pinning him against his bed. You straddle his hips as you kissed him deeply.

You felt him slid his hands up underneath your dress. You moaned once you felt him tug down your underwear.

You sat up so you could completely pull off your costume. You felt him harden underneath you as soon as he saw your naked figure. You watched as he pulled off his shirt.

You both were extremely impatient as you continued to get rid of the rest of the clothes that were blocking the friction. You grabbed a hold of his member and pumped a few strokes until you guided him to your entrance. You let out a loud moan as you sunk down against him.

You knew this was wrong but for some reason the atmosphere felt…right.

You continued rocking against him without a care in the world. You knew the alcohol was bringing out your wild side that not even Daehyun has seen.

You loved hearing Jin moan from below. The only problem was you knew it was Jin and you weren’t stopping.

“Jin….I want you to fuck me harder.” He looked at you and bit his lip before flipping you over so he was on top.

You felt numb as he thrusted against you in the speed you were dying for. You knew you weren’t going to remember this in the morning but you didn’t care.

You felt him lean down to kiss up your collar bone giving you shivers down your spine. You could feel him marking you up and down your neck.

“J-Jin….I’m gonna-” You shook underneath him as you reached your high.

He started to slow down his speed against you until you felt him release inside you. He gently kissed you tenderly that took you by surprise. Daehyun was never that gentle with you but for some reason it didn’t bother you, but now that you felt something different with Jin. Something that made you feel passionate.

By the time he pulled out and collapsed on the side of you, you were already passed out by the alcohol.

You woke up to the light snoring behind you.

You smiled until you slightly lifted your head. Pain triggered through you. You slowly managed to open your eyes from the killer headache. You grew confused to realize how you weren’t in your room.

“Dae?” You sat up more. You completely sat up straight. You looked down at your boyfriend sleeping besides you.

“J-Jin.” It wasn’t your boyfriend but never the less his cousin. “Oh my god.” You panicked. “I cheated.”

You felt dizzy. You felt a weird feeling pass through you that had you sprinting to the bathroom. You tugged the sheet around you from your lack of clothes. You leaned over the toilet as all the alcohol and food in your system was now mush.

Your vomiting was loud enough to send Jin awake. “You Okay?” He asked yawning still controlled by sleep. He turned over to grab the blanket and jolt awake noticing it wasn’t there. He sat up and looked down and saw he was naked. More exposed from you taking the covers. He quickly got up and threw on some boxers and a t-shirt.

At first he wasn’t sure if it was you in the bathroom until he saw you leaning over the toilet.

“(Y/N)?” You flushed and leaned your head in your hands.

“What are you-”

“We fucked up.” You were almost in tears.

“You and me?”

“Yes.” You got up and gathered your clothes.

“What are we going to do?” He asked.

“I don’t know.” He sat on his bed looking away from you so you could change. “We have to tell him.”

“I know….but not yet okay….please not yet.” You begged.

“I don’t know if I can keep something like this from him.”

“Please Jin.” You stood in front of him holding his hand. “Please wait.”

“Okay.” He finally agreed. You got up and left his room.

“(Y/N)? What are you doing here? And what were you doing in Jin’s room?” You looked up.

“Daehyun?”

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xofanfics · 7 years ago

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Choices - Part 3

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Genre: angst, fluff

Pairing: Mark x Reader, Johnny x Reader

Word Count: 2k

*REQUESTED* Can you do a scenario where you are Mark’s classmate in college and he likes you, whilst Johnny who happens to be an upperclassman but was your tutor back in high school likes you too? And you are kinda torn between them and don’t know who to choose. You can put her up with anyone toward the end, your wish. I just want romance with both of them being into her and confusion on her part. TIA ❤

Johnny walked with you and your friends to the other side of campus, to your dormitory; Melissa and Mark walked behind you. Though you didn’t know it, Mark burned with jealousy. He wanted to be the one walking with you. You weren’t holding his hand or anything special, but he was still feeling jealous. He didn’t know for sure if things would escalate between you two or not after tonight but he was still uneasy, nonetheless. It seemed like he might like you. Either that, or he just had a flirty personality.

Johnny said, “I’m glad you came out tonight. I didn’t know you were into parties and stuff.”

You nodded. “Well I don’t think I’ll go out every day of every weekend but I like to party sometimes.”

“You were much quieter when we were in high school…”

“Well, yeah, I was awkward and still going through puberty. I’d say I’m doing much better now. Plus, you were my tutor. It’s not like we were best friends or anything like that.”

He said, “You’re right. I could still help you out if you’re still bad at science. You can just text me whenever you need help.”

You stuck your tongue out at him. “I'll think about it…”

Mark and Melissa walked into the dorm without waiting for you.

“Goodnight, Johnny.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

You waved playfully before going inside. You wanted to hug him or give him another kiss, even. But since he didn't make any move to hug or kiss you, you decided not to. The last thing you wanted to do was scare him off over something so stupid. You couldn't even determine if he had any feelings for you. He was probably just flirting because you'd all been drinking. You wouldn't know until you were both sober. And that's if he even brought it up.

You got back to the room. Mel was already in her bed, probably looking for a movie to watch on her laptop. Mark was gone, most likely to his room. You didn't blame it. It was 4am. You stripped out of your clothes, throwing them into the hamper before climbing into your bed.

Mel said, “So did you kiss again?”

“Nah.”

“Why not?”

“I have to see if he acts different when we’re sober.”

“Good point,” she said, turning back to her movie.

You woke up in the morning to the sound of Melissa shuffling in the room. When she noticed you were awake, she said, “Kevin invited us to eat breakfast. You coming?”

Rubbing your eyes, you looked at the clock; it was about nine. “Seriously?” You rolled back over, pulling the blanket over your head. “We just went to sleep.”

“Please come,” she whined. “I wanna have breakfast with Kevin...Just get up. You can go right back to sleep after breakfast. Mark said he'll come too. Let's just all go together.”

You threw off your blanket and mumbled, “Fine.”

Mark was still thrown off by last night. He wasn't going to lie; he was a bit hungover. He got up to use the bathroom this morning and that's when he saw the text from Mel to go to breakfast with the friends they made last night. He agreed to go. If Mel was going that probably meant that you would come too.

Then he remembered that you'd stayed outside with Johnny for at least a few minutes. Did he kiss you? Did you kiss him? He knew that he should confess that he liked you but how could he do it comfortably knowing that you and Johnny possibly liked each other? He couldn't confess to you yet; not until he knew if you liked Johnny or not or until he at least knew if you were interested in dating or not.

His roommate wasn't that concerned about having a girlfriend. He told Mark that he broke up with his high school girlfriend because they were going to different colleges and it would've been too hard. Mark didn't blame him. Long distance was hard, especially in college where there was so much temptation.

Mark never had a girlfriend before but he wanted to experience what it was like to have one. He much preferred to spend his time with one person rather than bouncing from girl to girl like a lot of your hall mates. It had only been about a week and you had already seen different girls going in and out of the rooms on your floor. Mark was also a virgin, so he couldn't relate to the guys that only seemed to be concerned about getting between a girl’s legs.

He put a pair of basketball shorts on with a t-shirt and slid on his Nike slippers before heading toward your room. You and Mel were waiting in the hallway, leaning on the wall.

“Morning guys,” Mark said.

“Morning,” you mumbles.

“Someone’s cranky…”

You looked half asleep but Mark still thought you were beautiful, in your mesh shorts, tank top and flip flops. He loved how you didn't care how you looked all the time and didn't bother to put on a whole face of makeup anytime you had to step outside. You were so down to earth and he loved that about you. Maybe that was why he was so drawn to you in the first place.

The three of you walked to the dining hall together, swiping your ID cards and heading inside to meet your new friends. You saw Kevin right away. He had a table with two other people you remembered from last night. He stood up, waving you and your friends over.

“Hey, Mark, Y/N,” he sang. “Glad Melissa brought you guys along.”

You smiled and excused yourself to grab some food before sitting down with your new friends. A few minutes later, you returned with a plate full of french toast sticks and some bacon with a bowl of strawberries. And you talked with your new friends over breakfast. You stayed in the cafeteria for at least an hour. Everyone talked, occasionally getting up to go to the bathroom or to get more food.

You got to know each other. From what you gathered, you liked these people and you could see yourself hanging out with them more often. And from the looks of it, Melissa and Kevin were getting pretty cozy.

Two weeks came and went, more quickly than you thought. You spoke to Johnny here and there, but it was nothing special. Maybe he didn’t like you. Maybe that night had just been part of the dare and nothing more. The kiss must not have meant anything to her, a mere dare that had to be completed so he wouldn’t look like a wimp in front of everyone else. Maybe having feelings for Johnny were meaningless.

You opened up your web browser to check your grades after class. Unfortunately, you didn’t do so well on your biology quiz. To be fair, you didn’t study as hard as you could’ve. You’d spent the night watching movies with Mark and Melissa instead of going to the library and studying like you said you were going to.

“What’s wrong?” Mark asked.

“I got a 60 on my bio quiz,” you whined. “If I can’t pass a stupid quiz, how can I pass the exam next week?”

Mark chuckled. “Don’t be so dramatic. You just have to review everyday, like me.”

“Are you saying you’re better than me?” you teased.

Mark put his hand on his chin. “I’m just saying that I’m a little more organized than you are when it comes to studying.” He reached across the library table for your notebook. “I mean, look...Your notes are all over the place. There’s song lyrics and scribbles in here.”

You snatched the notebook from Mark’s grasp. “Hey! You try sitting in that guy’s class for fifty minutes every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.”

“I was just saying…”

“I’ll just sign up for tutoring,” you said. “I can always change my mind later.”

Mark nodded as you went online to the tutoring services and signed up for tutoring for biology once a week, on Fridays at two o’clock. A few minutes later, you got an email confirming the time and the tutor name. Without a doubt, it read Johnny Seo.

To be honest, you were a little annoyed that you got him as a tutor. If your feelings were mutual, this would’ve been good news. But you were positive that Johnny didn’t like you in the same way that you liked him. So, him being your tutor for biology was just whatever. You wished that you could’ve gotten a random person that you didn’t know as a tutor, just so you didn’t have to be reminded every Friday that the person you liked didn’t like you back.

But Johnny was nice to you, you had to admit. You guessed it was because you went to the same high school. And also because you were younger than him. Maybe that was why he didn’t like you. Maybe the two year age difference made him see you only as a friend or younger sister. That must be it, you thought.

“What’s wrong?” Mark asked, looking up from his computer and noticing your frown.

You shook your head. “It’s nothing, really. I got Johnny as a tutor…”

Mark was curious as to why you weren’t happy upon hearing the news that you were assigned him as a tutor. Did you not like him anymore? Had something happened between you too? He was really close with you at this point but he didn’t want to seem too nosy if he asked questions. So he stayed quiet, not mentioning Johnny or asking if you liked him. It was better off that way. If you wanted to tell him something, you would. He knew that for a fact.

Mark decided to ease into it. “Is that...bad?”

“I just don’t think he likes me. No big deal…”

“I’m sorry…”

You nodded. “It’s okay.”

He hated how sad you looked. He didn’t want you to be sad, especially not over some guy that didn’t even return your feelings.

“How about we go out on Friday? It’ll make you feel better. We can go to the fair. It started last weekend.”

That brought a smile to your lips. “Really?” Mark nodded. “I’d like that.”

Mark didn’t mention that he wanted it to be a date but he decided that it was too soon. He didn’t want to make it seem like he was only doing this because he realized that things weren’t going to work out between you and Johnny. He genuinely wanted to cheer you up, but he also harbored some feelings for you, feelings that you didn’t know about. Mark tried his hardest to hide them, trying to be a friend to you so that you didn’t discover how he felt about you.

He wanted to tell you how he felt about you but he also didn’t want to do it at the wrong time. He didn’t want to tell you that he liked you if you were into Johnny. If he had to wait, he’d do it. He’d much rather have you as his friend than nothing at all. It just sucked because he thought about how different things could be if only you knew and if only you accepted his love.

He’d treat you well. He knew that you never really had a relationship before; not outside the three week relationships a lot of people have in high school but never go anywhere with. Mark had had one of those too. He knew all of the things you liked and you even shared some deep things with him, going into the details of your parents’ divorce and how you and your best friend from high school hadn’t spoken since graduation night. You trusted him and he trusted you. It would be perfect and convenient if you got together; you lived in the same building and could see each other all the time, if you really wanted to. You could spent nights cuddling and hold hands while walking through campus.

But he couldn’t do these things; not yet.

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winchestersgirl-67 · 7 years ago

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Word’s Hurt- Katie’s 1 year celebration

Prompt “I can’t take it back, I wish I could but I can’t” for @winchesters-favorite-girl 1 year celebration

2100 words

Characters- Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, sister reader

Warnings- Slight language, dean being a dick, car accident, character death, angst

This wasn’t the first time this had happened to Dean. The whole thing was giving him deja vu. You were doing the same thing Sammy had done years ago. You were leaving.

Ever since you moved into the bunker you became much more focused on school. Now that you had a place to settle down, and you weren’t moving schools every other week it was easy to quickly raise all your grades. You learned to love school, and before you knew it you somehow had decided you wanted to go to college.

You weren’t really sure what you wanted to study yet, you thought maybe history would be good. It always had been your favorite subject. You also knew what you studied wouldn’t matter, going to school would give you a whole new view on life. Something you’d never have the chance to experience if you stayed with Sam and Dean in the family business.

You also knew when Sam tried to do the same thing it backfired, but knowing that you hoped he’d be supportive. And he was.

“Sam, can we talk.” You quietly walked into your brother's room, Dean wasn’t home so you knew you had to talk to him now.

“Yeah bug, what's up?” He patted the bed, putting his lore book down and calling you over. You crossed the room and sat softly on the edge of his bed as he sat up to meet you. Than you took a deep breath before speaking up.

“Sammy, I want to go to College, I talked some people at school. They said my grades were good enough to get me full ride scholarships to Kansas State University. So i’d be really close to the bunker, but I’m worried.” It was the truth you knew Sam would be all for the idea of you bettering your education, but Dean was a different story.

“You’re worried about Dean, aren’t you?” He asked, but he knew the answer, you and Dean were so close. He really did raise you like he did with Sam, but the bound you to had was so strong. “Yeah, I am. I Can’t lose him Sammy, but I really want this.” A few tears fell as you spoke but Sam quickly wiped them away.

“Hey, don’t cry. Dean loves you, he will always love you. He might be mad, or upset when you tell him, but he’ll still love you. I know it.” You just nodded muttering a thank you to Sam before leaving the room, you had to figure out what you were going to say to Dean.

After thinking about it for a while you had decided not to tell Dean until you were sure you had been accepted and all the scholarship money had come through. That was in September of your senior year. In May of your senior year you got a letter in the mail from KSU. You had been accepted on a full scholarship, now all you needed to do was talk to your brother.

You waited until dinner that night, which you had made. You also baked a pie for after you shared your news. You were hoping the pie could be used to celebrate.

“Y/n, this is delicious. I Had no clue you were such a good cook, you’ve gotta do this more often.” Dean was in heaven over his diner, this was the perfect time. “Hey Dean, I’ve got some good news.” You knew you had to take in slow, work up to the big drop.

“Whats up kid.” He took a break from shoveling food down his throat to look up at you. “Okay, well.” You looked at Sam quickly, he just gave you a reassuring smile. You had told him the news earlier.

“Today I got a letter in the mail. From Kansas State University, I’ve been accepted into their history program on a full scholarship. And I’m going to take it.” Dean did a double take first looking at you than at Sam than back to you.

“You’re not serious are you, This is a joke right.” Your heart dropped, he wasn’t happy for you. “No Dean it’s not a joke. I’m really going. I leave at the end of June.” Now you were praying to every god you could think of that he would understand.

“Damnit! How is this happening again?” Dean yelled and flipped his plate over shattering the glass on the table causing you to flinch slightly.

“Dean-” Sam tried to calm him down, but you both knew it was useless.

“Don’t ‘Dean’ me Sammy, we both know damn well she got this idea from you. I thought seeing how much it backfired for you would have knocked some damn sense into her. Guess I was wrong.” he scoffed turning away.

“Dean this is different. I’m going to KSU, it's an hour and twenty minutes away from the bunker. I Can come over on every holiday and long weekends, and if there's a big hunt, or you need me. I'm close. I’m gonna call you all the time.”

“Y/n stop.” You were cut off. “Don’t bullshit me, You're gonna be just like Sammy,and that sucks.Something terrible's gonna happen to you, because you're a Winchester and that's how it goes. Maybe you’ll get dragged to hell, or watch the person you love burn up on the ceiling, and I’m not gonna be there to save your ass. Just remember that when you're packing up to leave the safest place on earth. Remember how stupid you are. How dumb and childish this is. Then you can call me.” After he said that he stomped out, the last thing you heard was baby’s engine starting up and speeding out.

That was five weeks ago, Dean’s hardly spoken to you since. You’d hoped that the whole thing would blow over in a few days like most things did with Dean, but this didn’t. You’d hoped you would have some quality time with your big brother before you went off, but today was the day you were heading out.

Your thing were already loaded into the bunker car you had claimed as your own, and you had said your goodbyes to Sam. All that was left to do was talk to Dean.

You slowly approached Dean, it was barely 2 pm but he had already finished over half a bottle of whiskey. “Dean, it's time for me to go. I wanted to say goodbye before I left. I don’t know when i’ll be back to visit, but I promised Sam I’d call him as soon as I got to campus.” You spoke optimistically, but Dean said nothing. ‘Dean…?” You called his name again, you need to talk to him one last time before you left.

“Damnit y/n, can you not tell I don’t want to talk to you. You clearly don’t want to be part of this family, so you're running away just like Sam did. You knew what him leaving did to me and here you are doing the same damn thing. I don’t want to talk, or call you, or come visit. I want you to get the hell out. And don’t come back until you're ready to be a Winchester.” And he slammed his drink on the desk and walked away

You were so upset when you left the bunker, Dean wasn’t angry with you he was hut by you. You felt so bad you wanted to call off the whole thing, keep hunting and stay in the bunker. Sam convinced you to go, he said you would hate yourself for staying, you told him Dean would hate you for leaving. You decided you had to go, you made a commitment. If you hated it next semester, you would drop out and things could be normal again.

Even though you knew this was the best call the trip of the bunker to school was hard. You were sad and distracted. So distracted that you didn’t notice the massive pick-up truck swerving into your lane. Not until it was too late. The last thing you saw was the flash of headlights through your windshield, and the shattering glass.

It took almost 30 minutes for someone to find the crash on the back roads, and another 15 for the paramedics to arrive. When they arrived the man driving the pick-up truck was in pretty rough shape, the rushed him onto the first ambulance before they could even find you. When they did it was too late. You were already gone, DOA.

Once your body was safely at the hospital a doctor called your time of death. 4:28 pm. At 4:32 pm the morgue showed up to take your body. At 4:35 Sam’s phone rang.

“Oh thank god y/n, I thought you would never call. How was the ride?” Sam was anxious to hear your voice you should have called over an hour ago. Little did he know his world was about to end. “Is, this Sam Winchester?” Sam’s breath almost stopped at the sound of a man’s voice on the other line.

“Yes it is, who is this. Where's my little sister?”

“I’m Dr. Evan Teeds. I’ve got some bad news….”

When Sam got off the phone he took a second to think about what he had just heard. How could his little sister be dead. He hadn't realized the tears falling down his face until Dean entered the room and asked about them.

“Dean, um-” Sam took a second to compose himself. “You should probably sit down.” Sam didn’t know how he was going to be able to look his older brother in the face and tell him their baby sister was dead. How could he look at the person who had raised both of them and tell him that their sister was hit by a truck.

“Sam, cut the shit tell me what’s wrong. All the crap we’ve seen you think I still need to sit down for bad news.”

“Dean, y/n was in a car accident.” Dean had been through this before, his dad died, bobby died, ellen and Jo, kevin and charlie. Hell, even his brother had died, in all the deaths he had witnessed, he never thought his baby sisters would be one of them.

He was silent for a moment, they both were. Dean replayed what Sam had just said over and over again, he never said she died. Maybe the accident wasn’t that bad, just a little fender bender. But he knew that wasn’t the case. If y/n were okay, Sam wouldn’t be crying, and if y/n were alive, he would have been rushing to the hospital by now. Even though he knew Dean still couldn’t believe it, not until he heard it.

“Is she-” He wanted to ask, but he couldn’t, he couldn’t say the words out loud. Neither could Sam, that both knew what had happened to you, but neither one could bear to say it. You were gone, and they had to live with it.

2 days later the boys had a hunter's funeral for you. Jody and Donna came with Alex and Claire, a few other hunters showed up. But it was mostly just family.

Dean held it together as they all stood around your burning body, he needed to be there for you, like he should have been all the weeks since you told him. That’s when he remembered the last time the two of you spoke. He recalled all the horrible things he said, the things he was going to apologise for but would never have the chance to.

A few hours later, Sam found him on your bedroom floor, he had a nearly empty bottle of whiskey on the floor next to him and pictures of the three of you in his hands. When he heard Sam enter the room, he looked up and it was clear he had been crying.

“Dean, can I do anything.” Sam knew nothing could make this better, because he felt the same way. But Dean has always been there to pick Sam up, so he needed to return the favor.

“No, unless you could bring her back. Or at least tell her how sorry I am. If you can’t do that then you can’t help me Sammy. You know that.”

“Dean, y/n knows you’re sorry.” Since she died Sam hadden’t thought about the fight she had with Dean.

“No she doesn't Sam, because she died. y/n is dead and I can’t apologize, I can’t undo what I did. I can’t take it back. I wish I could, but I can’t” Dean was breaking inside, the thought of you dying and him not being able to make things right with you was killing him.

Sam was right though, you knew how Dean felt, and you knew how sorry he was. Dean was your big brother, and as you sat in heaven with all of your other fallen friends and family you watched him. And you wished you could go see him, just to tell him you forgive him. One last time.