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cjsinkythoughts · 4 years ago

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Rocks, Shoulders, and Ears

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Word Count: 3501

Warnings: !FATWS SPOILERS!, Cursing, Major Angst in this one, guys, Loads of Feels (sorry not sorry), John Walker being a douche (I really don’t like the guy)

A/N: I’m SO SORRY! I promise I was planning on it being shorter, but I went a little overkill with the angst! There’s just so many feelings and not enough space in my heart and soul, so I had to pour them out here! You get to see more of Reader and Sam’s relationship in this one and there’s major Bucky Feels towards the end (in my defense, this is based on the Couples Therapy half of the episode).

I’m really hoping we get to see Bucky go to Louisiana next episode! I’m holding out for it! I have a few ideas that include Sarah, but I need the episode! Ugh! Now we have to wait a whole ‘nother week! I really shouldn’t write three chapters on one episode in one day. I just couldn’t help myself!

Anyways! Please enjoy this part and thank you so much for all your support! Seriously, it’s meant so much to me, especially after the week I’ve had! If you haven’t checked out the previous parts, my FATWS Series Masterlist is HERE, so please go read those first. Like always, this isn’t beta’d so please excuse any mistakes! Enjoy, babes!

!SPOILERS UNDER CUT!

The last thing you remembered was falling asleep in Bucky’s arms after walking a few miles. And a hospital in DC wasn’t exactly what you preferred waking up to, but it’s what happened. Turned out, not only was your shoulder dislocated and your thigh was strained, but you had a mild concussion. Your arm was in a sling and your palm, which you had completely forgotten about after you wrapped it while on Bucky’s back, was wrapped properly. Luckily, your thigh wasn’t too bad, but they wanted to put you on crutches, which you refused immediately.

You had to get out of that building. You had no idea where the guys went, which was weird because you were sure they’d never leave you alone. Especially in a hospital.

You quickly snuck your way through the halls after grabbing your bag which - thank God - was left on the seat besides your bed and changing into an extra pair of clothes.

You tried calling Bucky’s phone, the one he had specifically for you, which he always always answered. He even made an excuse to go to the bathroom once when you accidentally called in the middle of a therapy session. Nothing. You called the number four times before trying Sam’s phone.

It clicked on the first try.

“Hey. Listen, sorry for leaving-”

“Where the hell are you?”

You heard him sigh. “I was just about to explain, so hang on a second there. You weren’t waking up, probably because that concussion you forgot to mention to us-”

“In my defense, I didn’t know.”

“Sure you didn’t.” You rolled your eyes, throwing your free hand up, exasperated. “Anyways, Bucky wanted me to meet someone, we’ll talk about that when you inevitably get here, put we had a bit of trouble and Bucky was arrested-”

“What?!”

“Chill your pants, Y/L/N. Just listen. We’re in Baltimore. I’ll text you the address. Get here soon and I’ll explain the whole thing. We’ve been here for a couple hours, but there’s people on their way and we’re getting everything situated right now.”

“Okay. Fine. But you’re in trouble.”

“Don’t I know it, babe. Now hurry your cute little ass here. We’ve got stuff to talk about.”

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The ride from DC to Baltimore is usually an hour or so, but you’ve got resources, especially in the nation’s capital, and riding the bike you got, being able to go way over the speed limit? You got there in half the time. Being an Avenger really does have its perks.

The moment you got there, you hopped off the bike, not even bothering to turn it off, and stormed into the precinct. You headed straight over to the desk, but a pair of hands caught you by your uninjured arm before you could make a scene.

“Hey, hey, hey.” Sam spoke softly, squeezing your bicep gently. “He’s okay, alright?”

“Why is he-”

“He missed his court-mandated therapy session.” Sam informed you, pulling you over to where he had been sitting previously. “There was a warrant out for his arrest. They had to bring him in, but it’s fine. His therapist’s been contacted. She should be here any minute to get him out.”

Your head fell back at his words. His therapy. How could you forget? You let Bucky complain to you about it and played along sometimes, but you really did think it was good for him and you tried supporting him. Yet you made him miss it and now he’s in trouble.

“Hey. Y/N. Look at me.” You found Sam’s worried eyes, his hand coming up to hold the side of your neck. “He’s okay. He’ll be out in just a bit. It’s fine.”

“It’s my fault, Sam.”

“No. It’s not. He’s a grown ass man who made the decision to skip.”

You shook your head, holding his wrist for something to anchor you down. “No, Sammy. I brought him along. I should’ve been more responsible-”

“I know we’ve joked around about you being in charge and stuff, but…you know it’s not all on your shoulders, right?” Sam tilted his head slightly, eyebrow pinched in confusion making his eyes narrow.

You turned your head, not wanting to look at him. You didn’t need another set of deep eyes to fall into. “Sammy…I promised him I’d look after you.”

“I know. And that’s fine. But looking after us - looking after him - doesn’t mean you have to be there to hold his hand and take the fall for him. He’s not a child. Hell, he’s a hundred years old. Tell me you understand that.”

Licking your lips, you closed your eyes and shook your head again. “I-I can’t-”

“Is that why you’re obsessed with finding Wanda?”

You frowned at his question, eyes snapping to his. “I’m worried about her, Sam.”

“I am too, but she can handle herself. And if she doesn’t want to be found, you have to let her be. I know the Avengers were your only family. I know how much Steve meant to you-”

“No.” You pulled away rather harshly, digging your nails into your palms, trying not to cry, ignoring the wound you were irritating. “No, you don’t. How could you understand my feelings for Steve when I don’t understand them myself?”

Sam always had this ability to make anyone feel important, just by looking them in the eye. It was something you always admired about him; the way his smile could light up a room, those warm eyes making everyone’s fears go away. They reminded you of hot chocolate. Something that could soothe your worries, comfort you, warm your very soul from the ice tragedy and heartache tend to big on.

You promised yourself you wouldn’t cry in front of people, but with the way he was looking at you, it was hard to keep the tears from slipping.

“You loved him, Y/N. Why is it so hard for you to see that?”

“I didn’t - I wasn’t in love with him, Sam.” You argued, wiping your cheeks aggressively and turning, crossing your arms defensively.

“What do you call it then?”

It was a rhetorical question, Sam copying your movements and sitting straight to watch for Bucky coming out. A rhetorical question that you didn’t know the answer to. Because you weren’t in love with Steve. No. Maybe you had been, but somewhere along the way he passed your heart to Bucky. So why did it hurt so bad?

You refused to dwell on it anymore, clearing your throat and dabbing at your eyes one more time before changing the topic. “Why are we in Baltimore?”

“Bucky wanted me to meet someone. Isaiah. You know him?” Sam turned back to you, his warm eyes shifting into something else. Suspicion? A bit of anger? Annoyance? You couldn’t tell.

“Isaiah? I don’t think I know any Isaiahs. And definitely not here. Why? Who is he?”

Sam shook his head, eyes darting around the lobby. “We’ll talk about it later.”

You nodded, although now your curiosity had peaked and you wondered who this guy was that made Sam so agitated. While you waited, you felt your eyes drooping and you let your head fall onto Sam’s shoulder, who chuckled.

“You’re still tired? You know you slept for, like, twelve hours, right?”

“I haven’t been sleeping much.”

Sam turned his head to kiss yours. “Y/N, I know you want to care for everyone, but you’ve gotta take care of yourself too.”

“I know.”

“Okay.” And with that, the subject dropped, Sam pulling out his phone while you rested your eyes.

It was another ten minutes or so before Sam’s name was called and the both of you stood up to greet the speaker. A woman, Dr. Raynor. Bucky’s infamous therapist.

And speaking of infamous. The moment you heard his voice, you squeezed your eyes shut, hoping it was just your brain malfunctioning. And then he was walking towards you, calling Bucky ‘Bucky’ like they were old pals and he was saving him from something terrible.

Your face scrunched up as Walker talked about stopping Bucky’s regular therapy sessions. “He’s too valuable of an asset to have him tied up-”

“Don’t call him an asset.” You snapped. “He’s a human being with needs, and therapy-”

“He’s a super soldier with skills that we need.” Walker cut in, making you scowl as he turned back to Raynor.

You scoffed in disbelief at his words, turning on your heel and walking away before he did, heading straight for Bucky, who lifted his right arm, wrapping it around your shoulders once you were close enough.

“Are you okay?” You whispered, closing your eyes and trying to relax in his hold, breathing him in.

“Are you? Should you be walking? What did-”

You shook your head. “I’m fine.”

“Really?”

“Promise.” You sighed out with a nod, squeezing him once more before pulling back as Raynor stepped forwards, ordering Bucky and Sam to do a session with her. You almost laughed when Sam tried refusing, a little chuckle actually leaving your lips when Bucky slumped, dragging his feet like a kid going to the principal’s office.

You followed, Bucky holding the door open for you. “Thanks, Buck.”

“Of course, doll.” He gave a small smile, before walking in after you, Sam letting out a, “hey!” when Bucky shut the door on him, making you roll your eyes. You let the corners of your mouth tick up slightly in amusement. Yes, they annoyed the hell out of you, but you had to admit it was pretty funny sometimes.

“I believe I asked for James and Sam, Ms. Y/L/N.”

“It’s Agent, actually, and I think I’m gonna sit in.”

Raynor narrowed her eyes. “I don’t think-”

“That wasn’t a request.” You threw her words to Sam back at her, making Sam smirk. You shot him a wink as she relented with a sigh.

“Fine. Just as a spectator. Don't interrupt.”

You raise your hands in surrender, slipping around the table to stand in the corner as your fellas sank down into the seats across the table from her.

A small puff of laughter came from you at the lack of response when she asked one of them to start. She shot you a warning look over her shoulder, but you shrugged. You couldn’t help it; it was like all those times back in grade school when a teacher asked for a volunteer to read in a classroom full of rowdy kids and crickets followed.

Once she mentioned the next exercise was used for couples, you had to laugh, making both men shoot you begging pouts.

“Y/N.” Raynor glared at you, so you controlled yourself, gesturing for her to continue.

Her miracle question did work so well, neither of them cooperating well.

She didn’t even bother with you when you started cackling after she mentioned the “soul-gazing exercise” and Bucky thanked her, Sam commenting that he would like this one. You gave a teasing wolf-whistle when they got close, one of Bucky’s thighs between Sam’s and vice versa.

“Doll.” Bucky whined at you.

“Listen here, smartass-”

Raynor cleared her throat, cutting Sam off from finishing his statement towards you. You leaned back against the wall, crossing your arms with a smirk. After all the bickering and side taking they’ve put her through, letting you enjoy this was the least they could do, and they knew it.

Of course, this exercise didn’t work out either. A staring contest. Children. She was best friends with literal children.

But then something happened. Something you never thought would happen. Raynor asked Bucky why Sam aggravated him, and Bucky looked over to you, his eye growing sad in a way they only did when Steve was involved.

“Steve believed in you.” Bucky told him earnestly. “He trusted you. He gave you that shield for a reason. That shield? That is…that is everything he stood for. That is his legacy. He gave you that shield, and you threw it away like it was nothing. So maybe he was wrong about you. And if he was wrong about you, he was wrong about me.”

You heard his voice crack a little at the end as he slumped down in his seat, you jaw dropping slightly. You listened to the rest of the conversation, catching the way Sam grew irritated again, something that you didn’t previously think was possible, but was happening more and more now.

Why wasn’t Sam talking to you? Why was he holding all this in suddenly? And why…Bucky…he didn’t tell you that. Why didn’t he say anything? How could he ever feel…

But you knew how he could feel like that. Yes, Steve believed in him so much that he tore the Avengers apart for him…but he was the only one willing to do that for him. Yeah, you and Sam and Wanda and Clint, you all joined their side but, being honest, it wasn’t because you believed in Bucky. It was because you believed in Steve. Of course, it was different now. You believed in Bucky with your entire being, and you believed in Sam with your heart and soul, but…did either of them know that? Did they believe you when you told them? Or did you not tell them enough? This whole time you thought you were doing right by Steve - trying you damn hardest to watch out for them. But it obviously wasn’t enough. And that was on you, no matter what Sam said.

You read people. That’s what you’ve always done, that’s what you’d always do. It was the reason you earned your spot on the team. You read people and situations and could figure your way into their heads in a second. Years and years of undercover work taught you how to do that and how to protect yourself while doing so.

So why? How? How did you miss something this big? How did you miss the way Sam was holding onto something? Why did you ignore the vexation in his tone for the last couple weeks? How did you miss that Bucky was hurting that deeply? Why didn’t you do anything more for him?

You left the room before either of the boys, but you heard Sam standing up as you walked out the door.

You should’ve known you weren’t the only one holding things in. Of course they were. The difference is, you were supposed to be their rock, the thing they could hold onto to ground themselves, the shoulder for them to cry on, and the ear lent to them whenever they needed someone to listen. That was your job. It wasn’t their job. Not for you. Your rock - your shoulder, your ear - he left you. And you thought, after all he did for you, if you just returned the favor for his best friends, you’d…you dunno. You’d be closer to him, maybe.

But you couldn’t. Because you weren’t Steve Rogers. And you knew that from the start, but you had to try. You tried. And it wasn’t working. He made it seem so easy when he did it for you. Clearly you didn’t give him enough credit for dealing with all your shit on top of his own.

“Doll.” You didn’t stop walking, needing to get outside for some fresh air. “Doll, hold on. Wait a minute.”

He grabbed your arm as you made it outside, spinning you to face him. “You didn’t tell me.” You spoke quietly, your voice fragile as you stared at him, confusion and hurt in your eyes. Were you really that bad at doing your job? Did you really already fail him? He asked you to do one thing…

“I didn’t…I didn’t want you to deal with my problems.” You opened your mouth, but he shook his head, holding your face between his hands. “I’m not stupid, Y/N. I know something’s going on with you. You’re good at hiding your nightmares at night, but I’m better. You’re jumpier than usual. Quieter. Every time Wanda’s brought up, you turn away. And the other day? On the truck? You froze. I was watching, doll. It was just a second, but you froze. You never freeze.”

“It’s not your job to worry about me, Buck-”

He frowned, tilting his head. “Not my job? Aren’t we friends? Isn’t that what friends do? Or am I just a job to you? I know you promised him to look after me. Is that all I am to you? A responsibility?”

You shook your head vigorously, holding onto his wrists. “No. No, Bucky, I just-”

“Do you think he was wrong about me?”

Salty diamonds ran down your cheeks as you clenched your eyes shut and shook your head. “No.”

“Did you ever believe in me? Did you ever care or was it all just because Steve? Is Steve the only reason you tolerate me?”

“Don’t say that. God, please don’t say that.” You begged quietly, meeting his gaze again. Every beautiful detail was laced with devastation, eyes imploring her to make him feel better. “Of course I believe in you. I have since Wakanda, you know that. Yes, okay, maybe Steve is why I helped you at first, but-but…I care about you, James. So much so that it hurts sometimes. He wasn’t wrong about you. Or Sammy. You both mean so much to me. Okay?”

You watched his Adam’s Apple bob as he swallowed thickly, nodding slightly. You both simultaneously moved to get closer, him pulling you while you stepped into his chest, arms around his waist. His arms were tight around your shoulder, holding you just as firm as the kiss he planted on your forehead.

Sam came out, planting himself besides you as you pulled away, Bucky wiping your eyes. “I feel better.” He huffed out sarcastically, making you smack him in the arm. “Ow! Yeesh. Women these days.”

The sudden siren of one of the parked police cars made the three of you look over, spotting Walker and Hoskins. You groaned. “Did he see that?”

“Hey,” Bucky caught your jaw between his fingers, shaking his head. “Who cares? It’s between us and us only. Right?” You nodded, making him kiss your forehead again, a whisper of “attagirl” against your skin. You hadn’t heard that from him in a while.

“Gentlemen!” Walker waved them over, nodding at you. “And lady.” The three of you reluctantly walked over, Bucky going to lean on the police car Walker and Hoskins were near and you hopped up to sit on the hood of the police car across from them, Sam besides you.

You got information from Walker, who was once again trying to get you to work with him, but Sam summed it up nicely, explaining that the three of you didn’t have to follow the rules he did. You started to leave, Bucky tucking you under his arms once you slid off the car, when Walker stopped you once more.

“A word of advice, then. Stay the hell out of my way.”

You grumbled under your breath as the faker and his lapdog walked off. “I’m gonna kill him.” You vowed as the three of you started in the other direction. “I swear to God, I’m gonna rip that shield off his back and use it to beat him in that stupid face of his-”

“Down, girl.” Sam jested, flicking your ear. “We need a game plan. What’re we thinking?”

Your eyes narrowed as Bucky piped up, talking about the Isaiah character - who you still didn’t know - before HYDRA entered the equation.

“Absolutely not.” You shook your head, tugging his arm to make him stop once he mentioned Siberia. “Do you remember Siberia? Because if you’re actually suggesting what I think you’re suggesting, we remember Siberia very differently.”

“He’s our best bet-”

“So you’re just going to go sit in a room with this guy?”

Bucky scrunched up his nose. “Ye-yes…”

A beat of silence passed before Sam gave his stamp of approval, but you still disagreed. “There’s no way this’ll end well and I refuse to let you-”

You found your face between Bucky’s hands again. You really wished he’d stop doing that and just ask for your attention. You didn’t mean that, of course. You’d be held by him every second of every day if you could. “Don’t you trust me, doll?”

You licked your lips, looking around the darkened street. This was not a good idea. A bad plan - a terrible plan, really - but, unfortunately, it was the only one you had. “Dammit. I’ve got a really bad feeling about this.” You finally sighed, running a hand through your hair after Bucky let go of you, his eyebrow quirking.

“Is that a yes?”

Sam nodded. “We’re gonna go see Zemo.”

You tugged Bucky’s hand when he nodded back and went to walk after Sam, who started walking around the corner, making him stop. “And yes. I do trust you. With everything I have, Buckaroo.”

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sandwichrin · 4 years ago

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A Little into You (Junkyu x Reader) (Ch. 7)

Chapter 7 - Meeting “the Gang”

Word count: 5.6k words

Genre: Fanfiction, PG13, Comedy, Romance.

A/N: Hello everyone! Here you go, Chapter 7! ^^ I felt bad for making you all wait so I wrote this chapter extra long :3 (this was worth 14 pages on my word doc hhddhd) And yes! Y/n finally had her first offical encounter with Junkyu here! 🥰 Enjoy! 🧡

You woke up from your slumber, feeling your phone vibrating beside you on the sofa. You got up and grabbed the phone, pressing on the answer icon on the phone screen.

“Hello?”

No response.

“Hello??” You asked again.

Still no response.

Squinting your eyes as you stared at the bright phone screen in your hand, you checked for the notifications.

5 missed calls from Hyunsuk TRSR.

You immediately stood up. You rubbed your eyes, trying to get rid of the drowsiness you still felt from the sleep you had after getting back from the convenience store in the afternoon.

Your fingers scrolled through the notification centre in your phone again, this time seeing an unread message from Hyunsuk.

From: Hyunsuk TRSR

Hey. They found out 😓 I guess there’s no point in hiding the milks anymore… Send me your address! I’ll come and pick it up from you after I’m done with practice.

You checked the time the message was sent. Gasp! He sent the text literally 4 hours ago!

You lightly slapped your own cheek. Why did you even take such a long nap?? You hurriedly tried to type a response to Hyunsuk when suddenly you stopped.

Wait. He tried calling me, didn’t he? So…technically, I could just call him back…right?

You sat back down on the sofa behind you. Maybe…maybe you should just call him up?

You took a deep breath and pressed the dial number button on Hyunsuk’s contact in your phone.

Beep…beep… you could hear your heart beating just waiting for him to pick up your call.

Phonecall Conversation:

Hyunsuk: Hello? Y/n!

You: Whoa chill Hyunsuk. You’re pretty chirpy at a time like this.

Hyunsuk: What? It’s only past 8pm. You sound groggy.

You: Really? Omg I’ve been asleep for so long I can’t even tell what time it is anymore ugh!

Hyunsuk: You slept through the afternoon? (laughs) That’s something.

You: Erm, whose fault was it that I had to carry home tons of banana milk huh?

Hyunsuk: Alright, fair enough. Oh right! Text me your address! We’ll come pick it up on our way home later on. Practice is over but I think we’re gonna stop by for some dinner first.

You: Hold on—We?? No way, you’re not bringing your whole crew here.

Hyunsuk: Wha-? Why nottttt?

You: My place is… (looks around) kinda small…I mean, it’s cramped enough of an apartment and like, if you bring along all 20 of you, I’m pretty sure the floor is going to fall off.

Hyunsuk: (laughs) Stop exaggerating y/n! There’s only 12 of us okay?

You: I know thatttt. Still! No. Okay?

Hyunsuk: (sighs) Fine. Just text me your address, a.s.a.p okay?

You: Aight. Bye. (hangs up)

Hyunsuk: Hello? Wow she really just hung up like that huh?

-end of phonecall-

You sighed to yourself and hurriedly text Hyunsuk your apartment address. You head towards your room to charge your phone and proceeded to go shower up whilst waiting for him to come over.

You got out of your shower and dried yourself up, putting on your clean dark blue pyjamas. You walked over to your phone that was charging on your dresser and when you were convinced that there weren’t any texts or calls, you went out towards the living room to go dry your hair with the hairdryer you kept there.

10 minutes into drying your hair, you heard the doorbell rang. “Just a minute!” you yelled at the door as you put down the hairdryer, not forgetting to switch off the plug.

You checked your reflection in the mirror nearby the entrance patio, noting that your hair was dried thoroughly and your face all pale from being bare after the shower you had.

Your hand reached the doorknob and the moment you opened it; you were surprised to see an unfamiliar tall figure in front of the door.

“I? Erm, you’re not…?”

Junghwan, who was busy staring at his phone, looked up from it to see you staring at him with a confused look on your face. “Oh! I’m so sorry!” he backed away from you quickly, almost as if he was afraid of you. He turned to Asahi beside him, “Hyung! Why didn’t you tell me she was at the door already??”

Asahi shrugs at the maknae, not saying anything in return.

“Erm…why…. wait, where’s Hyunsuk?” you asked, still confused as to why these two are here and not Hyunsuk. Especially since you’re sure they’ve never met you before.

Suddenly—

“Y/N!” Jaehyuk’s voice rang in your ears as he jumped out from the wall he’s been hiding behind while waiting for you just now.

Your hand reached your chest, lightly patting it. “Oh my god Jaehyuk! I could’ve had a heart attack!”

“Oh, alright then. I guess I won’t be jump-scaring you then,” Yedam showed up as well from Jaehyuk’s hiding spot. His smile beaming as he approached all of you.

Unknowingly a smile crept on your face seeing the familiar faces that you’ve met before this. You let out a chuckle, “Nice try, Yedam. Come on in y’all.” You moved to the side of your doorframe to let them all enter through your front door.

Jaehyuk and Yedam entered your doorframe, confidently passing by you whereas for the other two, they avoided looking at you, entering with their head staring at your floor. As soon as all four of them have entered, you closed the door behind them and fold your arms against your chest.

“Okay but real question—where’s Hyunsuk? I thought he was supposed to come over?” you asked.

The four of them turned around to look at you at the same time. You almost jumped from your spot since seeing four attractive men looking at you all at the same time wasn’t something you were ever used to.

Yedam smiled answering your question, “Aw come on y/n. You’re not happy we’re here? Did you only want to meet Hyunsuk-hyung?”

Jaehyuk pouts at you upon hearing what Yedam said.

“Oh gosh noooo. I was just…confused. I mean, he did say he wanted to come over, no? That was all, really.”

Jaehyuk’s pout turned into a smile, “It’s my banana milk so it only makes sense that I came to get it, right?”

You nodded at him, agreeing with what he said. That surely made more sense.

You gestured towards the two-seater sofa in the middle of the living room at them and said, “You guys can take a seat first. I’ll grab the milks and put it into a paper bag for you guys.”

Asahi and Junghwan, both still being quiet and looking like they were awkward with you, proceeded to just sit down on the sofa.

You left them and headed towards the kitchen that was only a few feet away from the living room (small apartment struggle hhdhss). In the kitchen, you went towards the drawer near the kitchen sink to pick on a suitable paper bag that would fit all the bottles. You had always been somewhat of a hoarder so you had plenty of folded paper bags kept in the drawer.

You were pulling out one specific paper bag that you thought would perfectly fit all the banana uyus when a voice spoke up, making you accidentally dropping the paper bag that was in your hands.

“Y/n? Omg are you okay?” Yedam said as he rushed towards you and helped you pick the paper bag up.

“Oh no, I was just surprised. I wasn’t expecting anyone else to come here,” you said sounding flustered.

“Oh, no wonder you’re all jumpy,” Yedam grinned.

You smirked at him, “Yeah sure. Did you say something just now?”

“Oh no, I was just wondering if you need help with anything?”

“Nah, it’s fine. I got it all under control,” you chuckled at the handsome man beside you.

Yedam handed you the paper bag and you walked over towards your fridge, with him trailing behind you.

Opening the door of the fridge, you started arranging the banana milk into the paper bags. Yedam stood there just watching you arranging the bottles into the bag properly, making sure it was neatly arranged.

Yedam noticed you looked kind of different now that he’s seen you up close. Maybe it was because you weren’t wearing makeup? Your hair wasn’t as tidy as when he first met you, and your skin looked a little pale compared to last time. He also noticed that certain parts of your skin were blemished and he thought that you looked pretty with the slight redness on your cheeks especially.

“Aight! Done!” You exclaimed as you shut the door of the fridge. Your voice snapped Yedam from his trance.

You turned to Yedam with the paper bag in your hands, and you gestured him to take if from you. “Here, you can give this to Jaehyuk for me,” you smiled.

Yedam smiled back at you and nodded. Taking the paper bag from your cold fingers, he carried it along with him and headed towards the living room.

You on the other hand headed towards the kitchen sink and washed your hands before wiping it dry with a kitchen cloth. You head towards the living room to check on the boys that were waiting for you.

“You guys…not leaving yet?” you asked, noticing that they were all looking relaxed sitting on the sofa in your living room.

Jaehyuk placed a hand on his chest as he said, “Ouch y/n. You really want to get rid of us that fast, huh?”

“What? No, no! I mean, I thought…I thought you guys only wanted to take the milks,”

Asahi, who had been quiet the whole time, stood up slowly. He turned to you and bowed slightly at you, his eyes still not looking at you though.

“Hyung, where are you going?” Junghwan asked.

“Come on, let’s leave. Our business here is done anyways,” Asahi said in a soft tone, barely audible for you to hear.

Yedam and Jaehyuk’s face fell, looking like they were sad that they really had to leave when they’ve only arrived there not too long ago.

You, noticing the glum tone in their voices, decided to say something, “I- wait. I wasn’t asking for you all to leave, you know. I was just…Oh, wait! Jaehyuk!”

Jaehyuk looked up at you, wondering why you called out his name, “Yeah?”

“Are all the milks enough in the bag? Did you check?”

“Yeah, there are 9 here. Oh, wait!” He took out one of the bottles and walked over to you, handing the milk over to you.

You looked at him questioningly.

“This is yours, remember? Jeongwoo gave it to you earlier today. I think it’s to make up for the one you gave me last time,”

“O-oh. Sure. Thanks,” you said as you received the bottle from Jaehyuk’s hand.

Yedam lets out a sigh not far from you and Jaehyuk. “Well, I guess we all should be going now. We’d hate to bother you at a time like this,” he said apologetically.

Jaehyuk pouted slightly but he nodded as well at what Yedam said. He grabbed the paper bag you gave earlier and motioned his dongsaengs to walk with him towards the front door of your apartment.

One by one, Junghwan, Asahi, Yedam and Jaehyuk bowed at you, thanking you for letting them swing by.

You watched as the boys were putting on their shoes at the front entrance of your apartment. You felt bad watching them leave just like that. Why? You weren’t sure either. Maybe you felt like you weren’t exactly treating your guests right? Maybe you felt bad that these people (well, some) seemed to be excited in meeting you but you didn’t even try to spend time with them. And yet, you’ve always wanted to have friends who were in your age range. They’re here now. What’s stopping you from treating your new friends the right way?

“Hey,” you called out softly to the boys who were already getting ready to leave.

Yedam turned around, hearing your voice.

“Do…you guys…wanna hang for a bit? I was gonna order some takeout so…”

“Yes!” Jaehyuk said happily, his face beaming at you. This made you smile as well.

You looked at the rest, wanting to be sure that they didn’t feel like they were forced to stay, but to your surprise, all the other 3 of the boys gave you their assuring smiles as well.

You felt relieved.

“Alrighty then. Come on, let’s go see what they have in the menu!” you said happily.

If it weren’t for your courage in asking Jaehyuk and his dormmates to stay and hang with you the other night, you wouldn’t have been able to gain new friends to be honest. At this point, you were happy, having new friends to hang with and talk to occasionally.

Ever since that day, your phone would receive texts from them, talking to you about their routine and asking about your day as well. Is this how it feels like to have brothers?

And knowing not to make it awkward by texting you personally, Junghwan made a group chat for all 5 of you to catch up with each other—which is also the only chat you were ever actively replying in.

It was a Tuesday and you were still in your office at the time, working on your powerpoint slides to be handed in to your supervisor that very night itself, when you received a text from Hyunsuk.

You stared at your phone confusingly, seeing the name that pops on the screen. This is weird. Ever since the night Yedam and his dormmates came over to get the banana milk from you, Hyunsuk had never texted you any further so you wondered if he had assumed his business with you was done for good.

Biting your lower lip, your finger slowly tapped on the unread text in your phone.

From: Hyunsuk TRSR

Hey! How are you doing y/n? It’s been a while hasn’t it? 😊

You stared at the text for a while. Should you reply? What should you say? Why is he texting you now? Does he need any more help from you?

You groaned to yourself, wondering if Jaehyuk had a banana milk incident again. What if Jaehyuk overbought his milks again and he was too scared to text you himself so he asked Hyunsuk to contact you instead?

A soft sigh escaped your lips. You began typing your reply to his text;

To: Hyunsuk TRSR

Oh hey. I’ve been well. What about you? Everything all good over there?

You placed your phone down on your desk after sending your reply, wanting to resume your work.

Beep. Your phone buzzed, signalling that a text was received.

You took your phone in your hand and opened the text.

From: Hyunsuk TRSR

Yeah, all’s good here. Hey, listen. Wanna go grab some lunch together? We can bring the gang along. We’re all free this afternoon 😀

To: Hyunsuk TRSR

You have a free schedule this afternoon? That’s great! I don’t think I’ll be taking up that offer for lunch though, I rarely leave the office during lunchtime. I usually just eat what I packed lol. Sorry 😥 but have fun having lunch with the rest! 😀

Hyunsuk read the reply you sent him and a frown formed on his lips. He lets out a soft sigh. Why is it so hard to meet you? He had wanted to thank you for helping Jaehyuk out by treating you to a meal but it seems like that would be difficult to achieve for now.

Slowly lowering himself to sit on the floor of the practice room, Hyunsuk began thinking about his first encounter with you. He wondered if it was pure coincidence for you to cross paths with him at the time. Or maybe…he was just someone you’d cross path to meet someone else. What if the coincidences you both had with each other was meant for you to end up meeting one of his other group members?

Just as he was about to overthink, a figure sat beside him and rested one of their hands on his shoulder. This made Hyunsuk’s head turn to look at the person sitting beside him.

“Doing some deep thinking hyung?” Jihoon said, his hand still on his hyung’s shoulder. His face was lined a small tint of worry, since he entered the room to see his hyung sitting on the floor, looking like he was feeling down.

Hyunsuk smiled timidly at his friend and shook his head, “Nah, I was just kinda bummed that’s all. Y/n turned down my offer for lunch today,”

“Oh? That girl who you kept bumping into?”

“Yeah…I don’t know. I mean, I feel indebted to her and yet I feel like it’s so hard to meet her. Like, I’m the idol here and yet she’s the one that’s busier than I am!”

Jihoon snickered seeing his hyung getting all worked up over a girl.

Hyunsuk groaned upon seeing Jihoon’s smile. “Oh come on! It’s not like you’ve never felt this way before,”

Jihoon shook his head at him, “No, I really don’t. If I ever get worked up over a friend, it wouldn’t be to the point that I’d get all frustrated from not meeting them,”

Hyunsuk kept quiet.

“Could it be hyung…that you like this girl?”

“What?” Hyunsuk lets out a loud laugh. “What?? What made you think of that?” he said in between his laughs.

Jihoon rolled his eyes at his hyung who was laughing and looking at him like he’s crazy. “Hey, I’m just assuming, okay? You were so worked up over her I could only assume you like her,”

Hyunsuk stopped laughing. “You know how emotionally attached I get around people right?” he gave his friend a cheeky smile. “But really, in all seriousness, I just want you all to meet her. She’d be a wonderful friend. I can feel it,”

Jihoon smiled. “Sure, hyung. Sure.”

“What??” You asked your colleague who was sitting beside you.

“I said- --------”

Your face scrunched in confusion. It was so loud in your office that you couldn’t even hear what your colleague was trying to say to you the whole time.

Your colleague sensed that you weren’t able to hear her so she raised a finger up to your eye-level and mouthed “Wait a second. They’ll announce it later.”

“Announce?” you asked her back.

She nodded back at you and pointed you to look at the main door of your department’s floor. Just as your eyes looked at it, surely enough, the Vice President of the company was already at the door.

“Hello everyone!” he called out loud, making all the commotion that had been going on since just now quiet down.

Finally. If the office got any louder you could’ve gone deaf for real; you thought to yourself.

Mr. Seo, the Vice President of the company flashed his shiny smile at everyone as he said happily, “I am sure you all have heard of the good news today!”

Everyone in the room cheered loudly. Again, you were lost. Did you miss out on any news in the department’s group chat??

You sneakily took a peek at your phone, wanting to check your messages again, just in case.

“Yes! Our company has finally merged with Karako W’s Communication and now they will be fully internalising our company’s staff with theirs! Our family has a bigger family now!”

“YAYYYYYYYY” you heard the whole room cheer madly. You blinked your eyes a couple times. Karako W? Isn’t that one of the big communication groups that often work with entertainment industries here? Whoa. No wonder everyone was so happy. This is big.

A smiled formed on your lips and you joined the cheerings made by the rest of your colleagues. You understood now why everyone was so happy. Bigger merges, bigger family. Bigger family, bigger pay. So everyone has a high chance of getting a raise!

The Vice President raised his hand, signalling everyone to quiet down.

Once the room was quiet again, he started to speak again, “Now, to celebrate this joyous day for our company, I’ll be giving you all the afternoon off!”

This earned more cheers in the room. At this point you gave up hoping for peace and quiet from everyone.

“I’ll see you all tomorrow! Tomorrow we all start afresh as a brand new family!” He added, making the whole room go wild.

You discreetly covered your ears in hopes that your eardrums were safe.

The Vice President then started laughing happily (you weren’t sure why, but he’s probably just super happy right now so yeah, let’s just go with it yeah?) and he shuffles out of the room along with some of your department workers still cheering him on.

Your office was less noisy now, finally.

You sat in your chair, staring at the post-its taped to your desktop monitor. You thought to yourself about the journey you had to be here. Where you are right now. You finished high school and was immediately offered to work in the city by your favourite teacher, the one person who had always believed in you, your abilities and skills.

“You have what it takes to be a star, y/n. I can see it. I feel it too. You’re very smart. Your future that’s waiting for you, it’s so bright,” was what she said to you back then.

She had high hopes for you.

Which was also why it made sense how disappointed she was in you when she found about you skipping your college entrance exam.

But kindly enough of her, despite her disappointment in you, she made arrangements for you to work at her son’s small, but surely growing company, a company that provides professional English language seminars for offices in the city.

Your teacher was upset, but she helped you nevertheless.

But you clearly had no choice back then.

You had to skip the college entrance exam because you chose to be with your elder sister at the time.

Your grip on your pen tightened. It had only been a year ago since she left you, but it still hurts like it happened yesterday.

Flashback:

You were getting ready to go to school, your uniform all crisply ironed and your hair neatly braided, whilst leaving little baby hairs hang loosely beside your ears. You were applying your lipbalm when you heard your phone rang.

You ran over to your dresser, where you left it to charge whilst you were getting ready but when you answered it, there was no one on the other line.

You stared at your phone screen. It was your sister.

But she left for work earlier didn’t she?

“Maybe she forgot something,” you said to yourself.

You dialed her number and again, this time no one answered.

You felt uneasy. You tried to shrug off the negative feeling you’re having and just focus on getting to school on time.

Today’s the day! You were prepped for this, you’ve been studying very hard for this and this time, you knew, it would all be worth it!

You were on your way to school, casually walking and planning out your life plan after completing the college entry exam today.

….You wanted to enter a good college, get a part time job for the meantime too, and then you plan to go for a trip with your sister on your semester break.

Smiling to yourself, you didn’t realise that you’ve already reached your school’s main gate.

Your heart was racing.

This was it.

The final step. The final step before you embark on your adulthood.

You entered your school’s gate.

Bzzz! Bzzz!

“Oh?” You said as you took your vibrating phone out of your bag. “Silly me, I should keep this off until the exam is over,”

You stopped when you saw the name on the phone screen. (Sister’s name) eonnie.

You smiled to yourself. “Eyy, eonnie must have wanted to wish me luck for the exam,”

You clicked on the answer icon on your phone.

“Eonnie! Just in time! I was about to switch off my—”

“Y/n? Is this Miss y/n?”

“Uhh, yeah…erm, who is this?” You asked the person on the other end, realising that it wasn’t your sister.

“Could you please head over to the hospital? Miss s/n has been brought to the emergency ward.”

Suddenly you felt cold all over. What happened?

Your throat felt dry.

“Miss? Are you there?” the voice in the phone spoke.

“Y-yeah! Yeah, I’m on my way.” You told the person before hanging up.

You ran towards the main gate again.

This time, you stopped again there. You turned around and looked at your surroundings. The school, the students…your college entrance exam…

You could feel your heart beating fast. Your hands were shaking. Is this…how it’s supposed to be?

Unconsciously, a tear fell down your cheek. You shook your head to yourself and immediately ran off.

You need to get to the hospital fast. Your sister needs you, and you want to be there for her.

End of flashback.

A droplet of water fell on your thigh, leaving a small dark patch on your dark brown office skirt.

You sat up straight in your seat. You didn’t realise you had been reminiscing for quite some time. You looked around to see the office being almost empty.

Huh. So the VP really gave us half the day off, huh?

You shrugged to yourself.

Wiping your tear-stained cheek with the back of your hand, you decided to pack up and leave the office as well.

Hyunsuk walked out the front entrance of the building, stretching his arms, trying to let his body loose from all the sitting down he did during his song-writing session earlier.

The sun was shining warmly today and Hyunsuk loved the feeling of the sun’s warmth soaking through his skin.

He checked the time on his watch.

The rest should be here any moment now. They have all promised to gather up and have a big group lunch since their afternoon schedule is free for the day.

Suddenly, as he was standing by the entrance of the building, he saw a familiar figure walking pass by the building.

Without thinking long, Hyunsuk’s feet immediately ran towards the figure and grabbed them by the arm.

The figure, taken aback by what he did, immediately reflexed by hitting him with her bag.

“Ouch!” Hyunsuk said, as he lets go of your arm.

“Hyunsuk??” You huffed, trying to peek at his face that was being covered by his hands. He was rubbing one side of his head, obviously surprised with the attack he received from you.

Hyunsuk pulled down the black face mask he was wearing, revealing a grin.

“Oh my god! Don’t ever do that again! I might end up really hurting you!” You said, your voice rising a pitch. You were obviously worried—worried that you might get sued for hurting an idol.

Hyunsuk laughed at your statement. “Yeah, sure sure. Don’t worry, I’m fine. Wipe that worry off your face, y/n,”

You rolled your eyes at him. “I wasn’t worried,”

“Really now? You know, if I got hurt, I might have to file a law—”

His words stopped when he saw your eyes widening and showing fear.

This made him laugh even harder. He enjoyed making fun of you, surely.

“That’s not funny, Hyunsuk! I can’t afford to fight against a lawsuit,” you said, slightly in a bitter tone.

Hyunsuk smiled at you. “Sorry,” he said.

You looked at him and sighed. “I’m not mad at you, just so you know. I’m just…naturally a bitter and awkward person,”

“Sure, y/n,” he nodded, his smile still visible on his lips.

“Wait, what are you doing here? I thought you’re supposed to be at the office?” he asked when he realised that you were out when your working hours weren’t over yet.

“Oh, that. Yeah, our company had a big merge so our VP gave us half the day off,” you answered him.

Hyunsuk’s smile widened.

You saw his face literally lighting up from what you said, and you immediately opened your mouth to speak, “No Hyunsuk. Don’t give me that look,”

He moved closer to you. “What look?”

“I know that look Hyunsuk. I may not know you well but I know what that look means,”

Hyunsuk stomped his feet lightly, in which you find ultimately cute. He grinned when he said the words you dreaded to hear.

“Join us for lunch, y/n,” he said with his eye-smile showing now.

You took a deep breath. Resist. You have to resist this, y/n. He’s acting darn cute but you know by far that you won’t have your ground shaken by this.

“Aw come on, y/n! You’re free for the afternoon! Come join us!” he pleads.

You shot him a skeptical look.

He started nudging you with his elbow.

You fold your arms against your chest and shook your head. But this time, a smile was forming on your lips.

“Come on y/n. I mean, if you’re with us, at least I know I wont blabber our secret to the others,”

This jolted you back to focus.

“No way, Hyunsuk. You wouldn’t,”

Hyunsuk smirked at this. He knew he got you this time. “I mean…I could…just talk about us…to my friends…”

“No. No no no Hyunsuk. You are not doing this to me. I barely know you, and here you are threatening to expose one of my humiliating moments!”, you chimed at him, feeling slightly annoyed at the same time.

“Come on y/n. Just join us for lunch. I promise it would only be for a short time.”

“No! I told you that I have a lunch date with someone else.” You said, making up a lie.

“Yeah, you didn’t tell me that earlier. Who’s it with? Your imaginary friend?”

You let out a loud gasp. “How dare you call my friend imaginary! He’s real I tell you!”

“Oh yeah? What’s his name?” Hyunsuk smirked at you, as if knowing you were bluffing at him.

You blinked a couple of times. Shit. Now, why didn’t I think of a name beforehand??

Hyunsuk’s smirk grew when he saw you speechless. Yet, he still waited for an answer from you.

“W-well. His name is Kim Satori. Yeah! Kim Satori.” You huffed.

“Okay. I believe you, even though I find it fairly coincidental that we’re standing opposite a convenience store.”

You frowned. He couldn’t have guessed it…could he?

“…almost like how Kim Satori sounds like the convenience store owned by Owner Kim- the store right in front of us now.”

Damn it. He caught you lying- again. “Alright fine! You caught me. I was…lying.”

“What’s so bad about having lunch with us y/n? It’s only for an hour, an hour and a half tops.”

“Look, I…I’m just…embarrassed okay? I’ve never eaten with a group of 20 guys before,” you exaggerated. “Besides, what’s your deal with me having to eat with you all the time??”

Hyunsuk smiled his cute smile. Maybe he could push you just a little bit more. He moved closer and put an arm around your shoulder. “I mean, I could choose not to have lunch with you. And then maybe let them know that I met you by saving you from getting p-“

“Okay! I get it!”, you interrupted, not letting him finish his sentence. You glanced around just in case anyone was around. Close call. Phew. Nobody’s around.

You rolled your eyes at him when he started laughing at your reaction to him almost spitting out the embarrassing incident that happened weeks ago—which lead to you meeting him.

“Well, well, what do we have here?”, a voice appeared behind the both of you.

Both you and Hyunsuk turned around to see Jihoon, looking tired. Probably tired of today’s practice; you thought.

“Jihoon! Look, y/n here wanted to join us for lunch!” Hyunsuk announced cheerfully at his taller friend. His arm was still around you.

“Oh?” Jihoon’s eyes slightly widened. “That sounds nice! Hyunsuk-ah, maybe you can introduce her to the rest who haven’t met her!”

“I…uh…” you opened your mouth to speak. “Wait, you know me?” You asked feeling confused.

You’ve only officially met Hyunsuk a few times so there was no way Jihoon knew who you were.

UNLESS.

You whipped your head to look at Hyunsuk. “Oh my god! You told him?!”

Hyunsuk moved further from you, raising his hands in defense. “Hey look, Jihoon and I barely keep stuff from each other.”

“Yeah, but you told him about it? That was P and C Hyunsuk!”

Jihoon grabbed a hold of your shoulders and tried to calm you down before you end up really attacking Hyunsuk. “Now, now, y/n. Wait, it’s y/n right? Ah, right. It’s okay, this secret stays between us okay?”

“Ugh fine.” You wriggled out of his hold. “Since you clearly exposed me already, I don’t think I need to have lunch with you guys then.”

“Oh come on y/n,” Hyunsuk whined.

You shook your head, clearly stating that you didn’t want to, and quickly turned your heel to walk away, when suddenly you bumped into something hard. “Ow!” You placed your hand on your face to see if it’s still intact.

“Ah, I- I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to—” the tall man stuttered.

You lift your head up to see who it was you had bumped into and suddenly you felt your breath hitched at your throat. It seemed that you had bumped your head against Junkyu’s chest when you were in a rush to leave the place.

To be continued…

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⍣ 365 days of sun series | previous | next

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⇢ pairing: iwaizumi/reader/oikawa

⇢ au: 365!au, poly!au, college!au, pro!oikawa

⇢ summary: iwaizumi is feeling a bit needy, but oikawa really wants to facetime. the solution?

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⇥ requests are open! | rules

⇢ warnings: smut, established relationship, polyamory, camera sex, mild daddy kink, oral, unprotected sex, for the love of god properly clean up after sex

⇢ word count: 3.8k

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⇢ a/n: i had a thought while i was half asleep. and once again thank you to the loml @keijiskitten for torturing herself to beta this for me

Iwaizumi frowned as you sighed for the hundredth time that hour, staring down into the pan of vegetables that you were currently frying. It was pretty clear what was wrong; Oikawa had been gone for three days and the most either of you had gotten was texts saying “I love you” and “Goodnight.”

You jumped as his arms slid around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder.

“I miss him too,” he murmured, breath tickling your ear.

Your shoulders shook under his chin as you laughed. Oikawa would never see it and Iwaizumi would deny it if you ever mentioned it, but Iwaizumi got extremely *mopey when Oikawa was gone. And he’d never hear the sweet things Iwa had to say about him, like how much he missed him when he was at away games.

Not that you didn’t tell Oikawa about it; the small smile he’d get when he heard was enough. The not-so-subtle teasing he aimed at Iwaizumi was not worth the amount of flack you got from Iwa afterwards, and you couldn’t stop yourself from spilling it all out to Oikawa. And the affection between the two for days afterwards was enough to make you smile.

“I know. He always does this when he leaves, doesn’t he?” you asked, setting your spatula down and turning in his arms. You wound your arms around his neck and pecked his nose followed by his lips. “But I’m glad you’re here, Haji. I couldn’t deal with the both of you being gone.”

His large hands rubbed up and down your back, holding you close to his chest as he kissed you again. The loud popping of oil at your back brought you back, and you turned around to tend to it again, shivering as Iwaizumi’s lips trailed up your neck and back down again. “I know. You’re so needy.”

Whacking his hand lightly with the spoon in your hand, you laughed. “It’s your own fault. You spoil me too much, and I love it.”

Iwaizumi’s lips moved against your neck as he muttered, “Yeah I bet you do.” He followed that up with a much quieter, “And I love you.”

You almost rolled your eyes, but he said it so sincerely that you couldn’t help the warmth that spread up your neck. It was amusing that he was smooth without even meaning to be, and adorable that he was so reserved in delivering. “Ugh, you’re so cute, Haji.”

He huffed and you could just imagine the eyeroll that nearly took his eyes to the back of his skull. A quick peek gave you an eyeful of his cheeks turned slightly pink. “Shut up.”

His arms disappeared from around you so that he could finish preparing the rice for dinner. You continued to chat about your day until you announced the vegetables were done, and then arms wound around his middle. He could feel you rubbing your face against his shirt between his shoulder blades and he rolled his eyes.

“What are you doing?”

“Annoying you,” you answered, pausing. “Is it working?”

“I’ve been friends with Oikawa since preschool, and more for years now. You’re gonna have to work a lot harder to annoy me,” he responded, patting your hand as he sighed. As much as he loved Oikawa, that man was infuriating. Loud, boisterous, flirtatious, teasing, and gorgeous. He shifted uncomfortably as the image of Oikawa shirtless flashed through his mind and rolled his eyes. Typical, he couldn’t escape even when he wasn’t around.

“Don’t tempt me,” you said, shoving into him before moving away to plate dinner.

He froze, the image switching from slightly dirty to both you and Oikawa at the same level. Deadpan, he said, “If you ever become like Oikawa I’m breaking up with both of you.”

Later that night, just a little while before the two of you would usually go to bed, Oikawa texted you.

‘Facetime, 30 min? <3’

“Doesn’t he know what emojis are?” you asked, peering at Iwaizumi’s screen over his shoulder.

“He thinks that it’s ‘quirky’ to use these instead. We’ll have to use your phone,” he said as he typed his reply back, “so make sure it’s charged. Please,” he tacked on as an afterthought.

Laughing at the way he narrowed his eyes when he realized what he had done, you read Oikawa’s response.

‘KK :)’

“He really is a dork, isn’t he?” you sighed, checking your phone and wincing. 32%.

Iwa watched the sway of your hips as you headed down the hall to plug your phone in, the shape of your ass in the yoga pants you wore keeping every ounce of his attention. And when you walked back, the bounce of your tits in the tight shirt you were wearing drew his eyes again, and he wondered how long Oikawa would want to talk. It had been a few days since you had fooled around, and it was annoying that he wanted to call *tonight, possibly ruining the plans Iwaizumi had already made.

Iwaizumi couldn’t count how many times the both of you checked the time on his phone in the next 30 minutes, barely paying attention to the show you’d been so invested in just a few minutes ago. It would be the first, and probably only, time you would have a chance to talk to Oikawa before he came home in a few days. It was his way of settling his nerves before a game-- he’d call and talk to you until he or the two of you fell asleep. More than once, both of your phones had died when you both accidentally fell asleep, and so you learned to leave it plugged in while you talked.

Iwaizumi’s phone lit up before the thirty minutes were up, like you knew it would. Oikawa was so predictable.

‘Can we do it now? I can’t wait :’(‘

And impatient.

You both laughed and stood up, lacing your fingers together as you headed towards the bedroom. Falling onto the mattress, Iwaizumi snuggled up behind you, fitting himself to your back and curling his arm over your side. Your phone screen lit up when you picked it up and he watched you input your password, navigating to the FaceTime app. Tapping on Oikawa’s name-- ‘Pretty Boy <3’-- it started ringing and he almost instantly picked up.

“Well, there’s my two favorite people in the world,” he said, smiling into the camera. His hair was damp and spread out against his pillow, his shoulders bare. “Sorry I’ve been so quiet. Practice and traveling and--”

“Yeah, yeah, Tooru, we know, you’re busy,” Iwaizumi said, and Oikawa pretended to pout, his eyes carrying a glint of mischief.

The camera jerked as he rolled over onto his side, his bangs falling into his face. “Aw, don’t sound so bitter, Haji. I know you miss me.”

Iwaizumi’s breath puffed against your ear, a sound of exasperation and irritation. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, Brattykawa.”

You stifled your laughter with your hand. Iwaizumi had come up with that nickname shortly before the three of you started dating. He was constantly stumbling over his insults, feeling that his old names were too harsh as his feelings developed. It was almost painful, and it was just fortunate that Oikawa was too dense to notice. To both of your surprises, Oikawa didn’t really comment on the sudden stuttering over nicknames and always looked more concerned when it happened. And then one day, he heard you call Oikawa a brat and it just seemed to slip out.

Brattykawa.

It was a name Oikawa wore with pride, and even seemed to relish. The giggle that came through the mic scrunched his nose and proved your point as you smiled with him, feeling Iwaizumi’s lips curl up against your skin. His fingers were tracing light patterns on your stomach, tickling and making your stomach muscles twitch.

You couldn’t be sure, but it seemed like they were moving lower with every pass, until they brushed the waistband of your yoga pants. Craning your neck, you looked back at Iwaizumi, but he was wearing a placid expression, his eyes locked on Oikawa.

“What are you doing to our little princess, Hajime?” Oikawa asked when you giggled at Iwaizumi purposely tickling you. This time his fingers dipped under the waistband.

He kissed just under your ear before saying, “Nothing you wouldn’t do, Tooru. Not after that stunt in the locker room, anyway.”

You flushed from the tips of your ears down to your toes at that memory, but it ignited something else in you too. Suddenly the fingers playing at your hip weren’t playful or low enough and you bit your lip as you met Oikawa’s keen gaze.

“Oh, what would make you bring that up, Iwa-chan?” he asked, narrowing his eyes and smirking. They traveled further down, to the swell of your breasts, the lowest point he could see, and then flicked up to meet Iwaizumi’s eyes. “Are you doing something dirty?”

At his question, the fingers slipped beneath and found your clit, and the heat expanded. At the same time, he reached above your head and tilted the camera down to show Oikawa exactly what he was doing to you. Your pants were suddenly too uncomfortable, but with the phone in one hand and the other wrapped around Iwaizumi’s wrist, it wasn’t an option to pull them off.

If Iwaizumi and Oikawa would even let you.

“Is that what we’re doing tonight? Giving me a show?” Oikawa asked, watching the movement of Iwaizumi’s fingers under the black fabric. “You aren’t doing a very good job. I can’t see a thing.”

He feigned despair, pressing the back of his hand to his forehead. There was a faint flush to his cheeks and chest and his fingers twitched in the yellow light cast from above his bed. Knowing Oikawa, he was already rock hard, ready to give the two of you orders even from a thousand miles away.

Speaking of rock hard, you could feel the outline of Iwaizumi's hard cock grinding against your ass, pushing back into your own rocking hips. “I don’t think I have to listen to you tonight, Tooru.”

For a moment, you thought Oikawa was going to start pouting, but he surprised you. Rolling back onto his back, he panned the phone down, showing his boxers pushed down his thighs and his cock ready and hard, his hand coming into view and skimming his fingertips up the underside. “Give me a show, then.”

The fingers disappeared from your clit and you sighed, reaching down to pull your pants off, but they just as quickly wrapped around your wrist and a deep voice right in your ear commanded, “Don’t move.”

The phone was yanked from your hand and carefully set up on the nightstand, angled diagonally across the bed. Then Iwaizumi walked down to the foot of the bed and his fingers wrapped around your ankles, pulling you to the edge. With a laugh, you looked back to the phone and found yourself lying parallel to the phone and in full view of Oikawa.

While you stared into his wide eyes, Iwaizumi peeled your pants slowly down your legs, his fingers skimming over your thighs, your knees, your calves in their wake, leaving goosebumps behind. He adjusted you just slightly to the right and started kissing his way back up your legs, sinking his teeth into the tender inner flesh on your thighs and you gasped, slinging your legs over his shoulders.

Your moan mingled with Oikawa’s groan when Iwaizumi licked a stripe up your soaked slit, splitting your lips until his mouth covered your clit. You had just buried your fingers in his hair when his hands gripped your thighs and shoved them up to your shoulders, the movement dislodging your fingers and you instead threaded them through your own as he went to town, suckling and lapping at your clit like a man starved. Vibrations spread through your pussy when he groaned, his fingers tightening around your thighs as he ate you out.

You jerked in his hold when you heard Oikawa’s voice call out, distorted with pleasure, “You look so good, princess. Wish I was there helping him out, occupying that pretty mouth.”

When you looked up and caught sight of him, you lost the ability to breathe.

His cheeks were flushed and his hair a mess where he’d ran his fingers through it and tugged, trying to avoid touching his cock to torture himself. He’d failed and you could see his arm working up and down, too slow to be anything but teasing. When his eyes caught yours, he smirked and licked his lips before the angle changed and you realized that he was moving the camera down, showing off his slicked up cock, his fist wrapped tight around and pumping up and down at a steady pace. Precum rolled down from the head and you licked your lips as you thought about wrapping your lips around him, lapping and suckling until he came in your mouth.

The hot pleasure coiled in your stomach, ready to snap and your lips parted, your back arching while Oikawa stared you down. Your toes curled when Iwa dipped his tongue into you, wiggling and lapping at your walls and the dam broke, waves of pleasure washing through you, your hips bucking against Iwaizumi’s hold and he let your thighs go in favor for pulling you closer by the hips. You clenched your legs around his head as you rode out the last of your orgasm before pushing at his head.

“Haji, shit,” you pleaded and breathed a sigh of relief when he pulled away.

“How was that, Brattykawa? Enough of a show?” Iwaizumi asked, smirking at the man on the phone.

He was panting, his hips rising and falling as his arm worked in short jerks. The phone had fallen to the bed at just such an angle-- and Iwaizumi wouldn’t be surprised if he had done it on purpose-- that showed off his twitching cock, currently splattering cum all over his clenched abs.

The blissed out look on his face and your trembling legs locked around Iwaizumi’s hips made his own cock jump, watching the last bits of cum dribble out from between Oikawa’s fingers.

“I didn’t think you’d give up so easily, Tooru. I still haven’t cum yet,” Iwaizumi teased, settling his cock between the lips of your soaked pussy and rocking his hips. He enjoyed the way you trembled with every pass over your clit, staring up at him with glazed, pleading eyes. “What do you want, princess? Speak up, or Tooru won’t be able to hear you.”

As he said that, he pushed your shirt up to around your neck, exposing your breasts to his hungry gaze. Wrapping his lips around one nipple, he groaned when you threaded your fingers through his hair, tugging him closer and moaning out his name.

“*Hajime, I thought this was Tooru’s thing. I didn’t-- know you were a tease too,” you gasped, jerking your hips in time with the slide of his cock. You had made a mess all over it, your slick dripping down his shaft and balls and spreading all over your thighs, creating a wet slap that rang through the room.

He chuckled against your breast while an adamant “Hey,” came from the phone and switched, distracting you while he wrapped his hands around your thighs again. “No, you wouldn’t because Tooru is always teasing you. But he’s not here tonight and I don’t have to have mercy on you. Now tell me what you want.”

His movements stilled and he stood up straight, leaving your red and abused nipples free and pebbled.

“Haji, I--”

“Louder, princess,” he said, and took the base of his cock in his hand, slapping it against your pussy. He could hear Oikawa groan from the phone and when he looked up, his hand was wrapped around his cock, stroking loosely as it hardened again. “I’m sure Tooru wants to hear you beg me to fuck this pretty pussy. Right, Tooru?”

A thrill rippled through you at the dominating tone in his voice as he stared Oikawa down. In return, Oikawa gulped, licking his lips as he nodded.

“That’s right, princess. I wanna hear you scream as you cum around his cock. He’s gonna make you feel so good, isn’t he?” he asked you, but his eyes were only for Iwaizumi, who had resumed rolling his hips.

Hearing them say those things made your pussy clench in anticipation, the tension between the two men enough to block out anything else.

“Please,” you whispered, reaching out to Iwaizumi, who dropped your thigh to take your hand. “Haji, fuck me with your cock, please, I want you inside me.”

“No, no, princess,” he said, even as he slid the tip of his cock into your dripping hole. “Who do you want to fuck you tonight?”

Inching his way slowly inside was torture, but the way your lips parted and your back arched was worth going slowly for. Your cunt clenched and fluttered around him, your legs locked around his hips trying to pull him in faster as he groaned with the effort of holding back. He wanted to hear you say it, wanted Oikawa to hear you beg, knowing he got off to watching you get stuffed and stretched open by his fat cock.

“Daddy, daddy, please fuck me,” you babbled when he slowed to a stop, terrified that he was going to pull out if you didn’t ask him properly. That was something you really, really didn’t want. “Please don’t stop I need you, want you to stretch me out, fill me with your cock and cum. Daddy-- fuck.”

Iwaizumi had slammed the rest of the way inside you, hilting himself in your slick heat and pulled back out. With your head thrown back, you could see Oikawa had set his own pace to match Iwaizumi’s thrusts and you watched with an open mouth as his cock drooled all down his hand. His eyes flicked from your bouncing tits to Iwaizumi’s face, twisted with concentration as he fucked you, down to where his cock slid into your slick and spasming cunt.

“Tooru,” you moaned, licking your lips as you stared at his fist squeezing his cock for all it was worth.”

“I’m here, babygirl,” he moaned, forcing his eyes to your face. It was full of lust and love and bliss and he couldn’t help but smile at the pleading look in your eyes. “Tell me what you need. Fuck, tell daddy what you need.”

Your eyes flicked to Iwaizumi’s face for a moment and found him watching you with narrowed eyes as he raced towards the edge. His thumb flicked over your clit and you struggled to keep your eyes on him as the coil built again.

“Wanna suck your cock, Tooru. Wanna taste you,” you moaned, unable to tear your eyes away from the sight. Cum from his last orgasm still glistened on his stomach, joined by more and more that dripped from his cock. He was so close, you knew it by the way his abs clenched and his hips bucks, his eyes fluttering as he forced them to stay open, to watch you come undone all over Iwaizumi’s cock.

“It’s yours, princess,” Oikawa moaned, his breathing heavy and voice thick with his impending orgasm. “As soon as I get home, I’ll fuck your throat as long as you want, cum as many times as I can between those pretty lips. You want that, princess?”

Your hips jerked in Iwaizumi’s grasp as your vision whited out so hard that you missed him slam into you for the last time, unable to stand the way you squeezed his cock and forced him over the edge, filling you with his cum. His breath came out in puffs against your chest, where he had collapsed, sweaty and spent.

Your own chest rose and fell in uneven breaths, your heart thumping erratically against your ribs. Threading your fingers through his hair and pushing it off his forehead, you chuckled. “That was amazing, babe. Holy hell.”

He laughed, still very much out of breath and turned his head to look at the phone. You followed his gaze and found Oikawa’s face filling the screen.

Boneless and in need of cleaning up, Iwaizumi pulled out of you and stood, crawling over you to his side of the bed and pulling you into him. You snuggled down into his chest, pressing kisses to every inch of sweaty skin in your range, while he grabbed the phone and held it above his stomach.

“I owe you for that, Hajime. That was the best show I’ve ever seen. Might have to make this a constant thing whenever I go away,” Oikawa gasped, pushing his sweaty hair off his forehead. The angle of the camera was a little weird, and you realized he’d put it down to free his clean hand.

“We could probably work something out. If you’re okay with it, princess,” he said, looking down at you. You looked ready to fall asleep, but at your nickname you looked up at him and smiled, blinking tiredly.

“Hell yes,” you said, and both men burst into laughter at the fucked out tone of your voice.

Looking back to Oikawa, who wore a smirk, Iwaizumi said, “Guess we don’t have to ask her twice. You should get some sleep, Tooru. You have a big game tomorrow. Good luck.”

“Love you, Tooru. Good luck tomorrow,” you murmured, opening your eyes to look at him. He was so pretty with his cheeks flushed and his hair a mess, smiling that soft smile he only got after sex and he was so tired he couldn’t think straight.

He rolled onto his side and tucked his arm under his head, chocolate brown eyes tender and warm. “Love you too, princess. Sleep well, I’ll be home in a few days.”

You hummed and your eyes shut again, throwing your arm across Iwaizumi’s chest, curling your fingers over his heart. Iwaizumi rubbed his fingers up and down your arm, staring at Tooru and smiling.

“I love you, too, Tooru” he said, and flushed when Oikawa’s grin widened into a smile. For a moment, he thought he would make some joke about expressing his feelings, but he didn’t.

Instead he said, “I love you too, Haji. Sleep well. Kiss her for me.”

“Of course. Night.”

The screen went black as they both hit the disconnect button, and when he looked down at you, you were fast asleep, hair splayed over his shoulder and breathing even. Curling his fingers around the hand covering his heart, he pressed his lips to your hair one last time before flicking off the lamp. “Love you too, _____.”

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yslkook · 4 years ago

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birthday b

pairing: taehyung x reader

warnings: cursing, lots and lots of alcohol (because it’s me), suggestive sexy times/themes, grinding, dancing, making out, flirting

a/n: enjoy this brain dump. like i said, i only follow VIBES not PLOT. check out the other parts here.

word count: 6589

***

Your birthday had coincidentally fallen the same few weeks that BTS was going to be in New York City for a slew of press events. The coincidence is a happy, welcome one, one that Taehyung realized before you. It’s another year in your late twenties, or early thirties but really who’s counting, and once upon a time, you’d be having an unneeded existential crisis over it. Over the fact that society now considered you to be too old, too old for love, fun, hobbies, interests. But you’re not that person anymore.

All you’re thinking about is the long laundry list of errands to run before your birthday. You’re planning a night out for you and your friends, inclusive of Taehyung and the boys, if they want to come. You had decided to get an AirBnb for everyone so nobody would have to worry about getting home. Instead, you’d all be able to leave together. You still have to buy beer, liquor and chasers. Pari said she would be in charge of snacks, utensils and cups. You had given her one of the keys to the AirBnb as well on the morning of, just in case.

And so, you zip through Brooklyn in the early morning of your birthday night out, gathering the supplies you need. Your arms ache by the time you reach the AirBnb to drop off the trunk load of alcohol from your car. You still have a few things to finish up with work before you can truly begin your day, but you don’t mind.

After all, you’ll be seeing your boy and your friends soon.

You're barely able to text Taehyung or any of the boys to see how they’re doing- your manager has you in meetings for the majority of the morning. You don’t complain though, it makes the day go faster.

You sink in your chair with a sigh and stretch your arms above your head, daydreaming about finally seeing Taehyung after what feels like forever. He’s supposed to come to your apartment to get ready with you before heading to the AirBnb to meet up with the rest of your friends

Your workday is over relatively quickly after that, you had been sure to do everything ahead of time so that you could properly enjoy the time you had with Taehyung. It took a few long nights and early mornings, but if it meant more time with him, then it was worth it.

You text him-

you: see you soon 💛

A wave of fatigue washes over you. It wouldn’t be so bad to take a quick nap, right? You convince yourself to lay in your bed for just twenty minutes. Just twenty minutes...

Since you’re you and incapable of twenty minute naps, you wake up an hour later to your phone ringing obnoxiously. You groan and blink sleepiness out of your eyes and see Taehyung calling you. Poor guy’s probably been in the lobby, impatiently waiting for you.

“Tae,” You murmur, “I fell accidentally fell asleep-”

You hear him snort, “I’m outside your door. Come let me in, princess.”

You vaguely hear the muffled sound of his voice from outside your front door and your heart skips a beat as you nearly sprint out of your bedroom. You throw your front door open and nearly drop your phone at the sight of Taehyung in front of you, in all his glory.

Your face nearly hurts from how wide you’re smiling and you immediately pull him inside, pulling him in for a close hug.

“Hi,” You murmur, pressing your nose into his neck. He smells just as you recall, like wood and mint. You pull away for a second and hold his face in your hands. You touch him as if he’ll disappear, as if he’s stardust that slips through your fingers.

“Hi,” Taehyung whispers and presses his forehead to yours.

That familiar overwhelmed feeling returns once more, and you feel your eyes watering despite the bright smile on your face.

“You happy to see me, or what?” Taehyung says with a small smile and wipes at your cheeks.

“Shut up,” You laugh, “Happy tears, Tae. Happy tears.”

His own eyes are watering at the sight of yours. Your sensitive boy. You peck his lips and before you can pull away to ask him any questions, he deepens the kiss instantly. His hands are tight and close against your waist, disappearing under your shirt quickly. His touch feels like electricity sliding up your veins, curling into your blood and igniting desires that had been locked away for so long.

You surge forward, pouring all of it- the burn, the intensity, the way he makes you feel like liquid gold, back into him. Taehyung moans into your mouth softly before pulling away, both of you panting.

“Baby,” You sigh dreamily, running a hand through his hair, “Do you want water? Are you hungry? I just made food last night-”

“Ate before I came here,” Taehyung says, kissing up your neck and tightening his hold around you when your knees begin to give out, “Now lemme eat you-”

“God, what a line,” You roll your eyes and pinch his arm but allow him to carry you to your bedroom.

And so begins your birthday week.

***

You spend the better part of two hours naked in bed with Taehyung, fingers ghosting over his skin as he tells you about how his week is going, and about the antics that the boys have been getting up to. You turn closer to him, brushing his hair out of his eyes and getting distracted by his pout.

Taehyung pulls you on top of him and you swat his shoulder at the sudden movement. He lazily cups your cheek and throws one of his hands behind his head to prop himself up on your headboard.

“Will everyone be coming tonight? To the club?” You ask hopefully, “I would love to see them...”

“Jungkook might need convincing,” Taehyung muses, “I’m sure you can work your charms and convince him.”

“You think incredibly highly of me,” You scoff, but already text Jungkook to ask if he’ll be there.

"We have to start getting ready soon,” Taehyung reminds you gently when you yawn. You slide off of him and curl into his side, your eyes already closed. You rub his chest to coax him to sleep with you for a bit.

“Tired,” You mumble, “Just nap with me, baby. Twenty minutes.”

“You just took a nap,” Taehyung grumbles but acquiesces, pulling you closer into his chest and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

And he sleeps.

***

“Princess,” Taehyung says softly, nudging your shoulder, “Wake up. Pari is going to kill both of us if we don’t start getting ready now.”

He thinks you believe it, because you immediately roll out of bed and pull your outfit out of your closet and hang it up on the coat rack on your door.

“Fuck,” You groan, “I don’t know why I’m so tired.”

“Want me to put you to bed again?” Taehyung winks at you.

You pointedly ignore him.

“We have to eat, too,” You say, pulling your makeup bag out of your drawer and setting aside your jewelry, “Will you go warm up some of the food in the fridge before either of us change?”

“Yes, dear,” Taehyung says and disappears into your kitchen.

You join him in a few minutes, wrapping yourself around his waist and kissing his neck. He feeds you quickly, with the knowledge that you still have to do your makeup and hair.

“Thank you,” You kiss his cheek before scampering back into your bedroom, “Take whatever you want and eat more, baby!”

***

You had holed yourself in your bathroom, wanting to do your makeup with the bright lighting. Taehyung has been itching to watch you get ready, but you had banned him from entering. He’d distract you, while it was a welcome distraction, you and Taehyung had already received a few scolding texts from Pari.

You finally unlock the door after a while, already missing the feeling of his gaze on you. Butterflies erupt in your belly in anticipation of his reaction- you know you look good. You’re wearing a backless red jumpsuit that dips in just the right way and is tight in just the right places. The pant legs are wide and with heels, your legs look good.

You know this. Your eye makeup is dark, bringing out the dark of your eyes but your lips are glossy. Gold hoops hang from your ears, tickling your jaw when you turn your head. You adjust the cuff bracelet on your right wrist and the thin bracelets on your left as you carry out a choker and a thin, gold chain, one of Taehyung’s.

One of Taehyung’s rings sits on your left hand.

“Baby,” You finally say, exiting the bathroom and holding up the choker and the necklace, “which one should I wear?”

Taehyung ignores you in favor of lazily casting his gaze over you. His lips are parted and eyes are wide as he takes you in.

You know you look good. But it’s nice to know he thinks so as well.

“Damn,” Taehyung mutters, taking your hand and spinning you around. His hand ghosts over your bare back and you shiver at his touch, “Definitely the necklace. But damn.”

“Is that a good damn or a bad damn?” You whisper.

“Always a good damn,” Taehyung replies, “But damn. You’re sexy.”

He pushes his nose into your neck, dropping kisses below your ear. You’re already putty in his arms, your knees buckling when his hands squeeze your ass.

“You look so good,” Taehyung continues, “So pretty, my pretty girl...”

“Really?” you nearly squeak, your hands running up his chest, “And what about you?”

You pull away from him, holding him at arm’s length. Your throat is dry when you take him in- he’s matching you with his red mock turtleneck and grey speckled blazer. A new pair of earrings sits on his right ear, as well as a glint of a necklace under his collar.

You sigh dreamily. This is your man and you can’t wait to jump his bones again. You try to kiss him, but he turns his cheek. A glossy stamp of your lips shines on his jaw.

“You’ll ruin your makeup and then we’ll both be dead,” Taehyung says, eyes full of adoration and lust.

“What’s the point of it being my birthday if I can’t touch my man,” you mutter and he laughs.

“I’ll keep your phone and your cards. Don’t worry about a purse, princess. I know you hate them.”

You kiss his lips quickly in gratitude.

“Hey,” you murmur, “You’re wonderful and sweet and I’m happy to call you mine. And also incredibly hot. But that’s besides the point.”

How far you’ve come- being able to voice to him exactly how much he means to you. And still you don’t know if he knows.

Your fingers slide into his hair for a second, ignoring his soft protest. You admire the way his hair falls over his forehead and press a kiss to his temple. Then his eyelid. Then the corner of his mouth.

“Your lips are dry,” You mumble and snake a hand inside his pockets for his mango flavored balm to apply to his lips.

“Stop tryin’ to seduce me,” Taehyung says but makes no movement to stop you.

“We should go,” You say softly, but you both stay in place. You can’t help but blink at him, admiring his soft, chiseled features.

“Let’s take a picture. While we’re still alone and you’re still sober,” Taehyung says, already pulling his phone out.

He starts taking photos of you but you complain- you’ve never liked posing for photos by yourself. He ignores you, telling you to fix your face and smile at him.

Taehyung pulls you into his side and flips the camera so that you see yourself on the screen. You take a few selfies with him, one of you both smiling, one of him kissing your cheek, one with his fingers under your chin and a silly one.

“Okay, now we can go,” You say, and tug your hand into his, “Do you have my keys?”

“Yes, princess,” Taehyung says and feels his pockets to make sure he has everything, “Let’s go. Uber’s here already.”

“When did you-“ You ask and then shake your head, “I could’ve just driven, Tae.”

“The birthday girl lifting a finger on her birthday? I think not,” Taehyung says, opening the door for you.

“It’s not even my birthday yet.”

“Shut up, I’m trying to be cute.”

“You seem to be struggling with that.”

Taehyung pinches your waist at that and takes your hand briefly. You’ve never been quite fond of PDA, and neither has Taehyung. But you don’t mind when he holds your hand like this.

The elevator is empty when it finally opens up and you stand on opposite sides. You huff when the elevator dings every few floors and begins to crowd up. You move closer to Taehyung, finally standing in front of him and pressing yourself closer to him. A hand tightens around your waist to hold you steady and you feel a flutter of his lips over your shoulder.

He thinks you’re irresistible.

When you finally leave the elevator, his hand shifts to your lower back as he helps you into the car. You confirm the location with the Uber driver and lean into Taehyung as buildings pass you by.

You’re going to have a good night, you’re sure of it. Taehyung subtly texts Pari to tell her that they’re on their way and glances to you to make sure you’re unaware.

***

“We’re probably the only ones here, maybe we can have a quickie before anyone arrives,” You grin mischievously, shoving the keys to the Airbnb into the keyhole.

“Definitely,” Taehyung rolls his eyes, not that you see.

“I thought I left this door closed when I left this morning,” You say absently.

“Oh did you?” Taehyung says airily and takes your hand to the living room. He drops your bag of both of your clothes to change into for after the night ends near the staircase.

Your back is facing the couches and the decorations. You don’t see much else, or anyone else, except for Taehyung who subtly looks over your head.

It’s eerily quiet, and before the question slips from your tongue-

“Surprise!” A loud chorus comes from behind you and you spin around instantly, coming face to face with all of your friends.

There are streamers, balloons and decorations that you certainly hadn’t put up this morning. A lump grows in your throat, your heart in your throat when you see Pari beaming at you knowingly.

Taehyung squeezes your shoulder and gives you a moment with your best friend.

“I can’t believe you,” You say through teary eyes, “I thought we said lowkey this year!”

“I couldn’t do lowkey when your boyfriend and his friends would all be in our city at the same time as your birthday. The stars aligned and we’re celebrating that,” Pari says warmly and you hug her right.

“And before you say anything, I wanted to, it was no problem and your boy is great at keeping secrets. Good taste too,” Pari says as an afterthought.

“Yeah, he’s a keeper,” You murmur, casting your eyes on him. He’s already mingling with some of your other friends- friends from work and from college. He blends in seamlessly with your friends and you bring Pari to the table with all of the liquor and chasers and cups.

“Oh no, you drink out of this,” Pari says and shoves a bejeweled glass with pink hearts and purple stars.

It’s obnoxious and you love it.

Pari makes you a drink, and you fully expect it to be strong and tasty.

“Cheers,” You shrug and clink glasses with her.

“I’m expecting you to make a speech later.”

“Why? It’s just a birthday. Not a wedding.”

“When was the last time everyone was together like this? Might as well be a wedding. Pretty sure Chae is ordained...”

You roll your eyes and swat her shoulder.

“Thank you for everything. For being my best friend,” you say sincerely and hold her hands.

“No crying. Your makeup looks too good for you to cry,” But she's misty eyed, too, “Taehyung may be your soulmate but I’m always gonna be number one.”

You let out a watery laugh and give her another hug with a nod. You take her with you to introduce her to the rest of the boys. All of them had showed up today, even Jungkook who allegedly needed convincing.

“Jungkook, you came,” You murmur fondly, pulling him in for a tight hug.

He’s always reminded you of a little brother you never had.

“Of course I did,” He grins, doe eyes sparkling.

“I’m so glad you all could come,” You murmur, giving them all tight hugs, “I know how busy you’ve been.”

“If anyone knows, it’s you,” Jimin quips and you smile.

You introduce Pari to them and let them talk amongst themselves, spotting out who has a drink and who doesn’t. Jimin throws an arm around you and helps you make drinks, his smile soft and sexy in a way that only he can pull off.

“Happy birthday,” Jimin says, “You look great.”

“Birthday’s at midnight,” You remind him, “You look great, too. As always.”

Talking to Taehyung’s friends was just easy. He loves that you get along so well with them, even if it took you some time to open up.

Jimin eyes your neck, specifically your necklace and then zeroes in on the hand gripping your glass. It’s your right hand, the one with Taehyung’s ring on it. He gives you a Cheshire grin and a wink and you roll your eyes even though you want to hide.

You pour Jimin a drink and cheers with him, asking him how he likes the city and how he’s doing. He still has an arm around you, and to be honest you’re used to it. Out of all of the boys, Jimin is by far the most physically affectionate with you. Besides Taehyung, of course. You love that the man Taehyung has known the longest approves of you, and it was something that you had been stressed over back in the beginning. But now, they’re family to you, too. It’s nice to have six brothers who care about you the way that they do.

By then, Taehyung spots you fixing up more drinks and rolls his eyes. You’ve always gotta be doing something, unable to sit still and enjoy a party meant for you.

“Thought I told you not to lift a finger,” Taehyung teases and takes the cup from you.

“Hey, I was helping,” Jimin protests.

You roll your eyes at both of them as they bicker and scratch Taehyung’s back subtly before leaving them to their devices and mingling with your other friends.

After a few drinks, shots, drinking games, more shots, pictures with the balloons and with your friends, a tipsy speech made by you with a few tears, Ubers are finally called. Your friends are all drunk, unable to resist your insistence on taking shots and pouring alcohol straight from the bottle into their mouths. The boys had gotten you a bottle of very expensive champagne that you had nearly cried over and Taehyung had only given you a soft look. The bottle had been popped in the balcony and passed around to everyone to take a chug out of.

The club you had booked a VIP area at is a club that celebrities frequented at. There’s plenty of security and privacy there, as your research had shown you. You didn’t want trouble for the boys- the last thing you wanted was for them to get in trouble for something you had done.

The euphoria that comes along with drunkenness sinks into your blood as you lean into Taehyung. He knows what alcohol does to you, makes you a little more affectionate. A little more keen to displays of public affection that you normally wouldn’t initiate. His arm is slung over your shoulder and you clasp your hand with his, looking at him with hazy eyes.

“What?” Taehyung asks, squeezing your shoulder.

“Nothin. Just really happy you’re here,” You say with a bright smile. He squeezes you tighter in response.

Pari had insisted that you and Taehyung be the first ones to leave and that she would lock up. She waves you off when you protest, so you ride in your Uber with Taehyung next to you, Hoseok in the front and Jungkook next to you.

“Are you all having fun?” You ask raspily, leaning forward to hear what Hoseok has to say.

“Of course, I’m glad we came out. Gettin’ the royal treatment,” Hoseok winks at you and you giggle.

“Nothin’ but the best for you, Hobi,” You mumble, “Whaddabout you, Jungkook?”

You tickle under his chin, a habit you’d picked up from Taehyung. He gives you a tipsy smile with shining eyes and you melt a little.

“It’s your birthday, but feel like it’s mine,” Jungkook laughs.

“It’s our birthday,” You correct him, stifling your own laugh with your hand. You lean your head on Jungkook’s shoulder, telling them what the buildings that are passing you by are.

Taehyung watches you, your lips pulled into a permanent smile and eyes twinkling with laughter as Jungkook and Hoseok make you laugh. You say something, something silly, and send Jungkook and Hoseok into laughter as well. He thinks he might be in love with you, or at the very least, in love with your laugh.

“Oh! I think we’re here,” You jump in your seat, leaning over Taehyung to catch a glimpse of the club, “Thank you for the ride!”

Taehyung helps you out of the car so you don’t trip over your feet, as you’re prone to do. After a flash of your identification and a drop of your name, you’re led to the dark VIP area that you had booked. It’s far enough from the dance floor that people won’t accidentally venture towards you, but close enough that you can hop in and out as you please.

“Welcome home for the night, boys,” You murmur.

***

“It’s past midnight,” Taehyung says, voice low in your ear, “Wanna give you something.”

“Hmm?” You ask but he’s already tugging you away from the couches and into the dance floor. You both disappear into the sea of people and your arms instantly wrap around Taehyung’s neck when he holds you still by your waist.

“Already gave me so much baby,” You mumble into his ear, “Already give me so much.”

“Happy birthday, princess,” He says, pressing his forehead to yours. Your eyes are hazy, but still, he knows the look in your eye. It’s one of adoration.

Taehyung swoops in for a sharp kiss, one that steals your breath away, and he tightens his hold around you. You don’t care that you’re in the middle of a sea of nameless people, all you care about is being in your boyfriend’s arms.

Your hips roll into his slowly when he deepens the kiss and his lips find your favorite spot behind your ear. A soft, quiet moan just for him fills his ears.

“Dance with me, princess,” his voice is husky in your ear as he turns you around, your back to his chest.

Your head immediately finds his shoulder when he pulls you in closer and grinds into you to the beat of the music. His hands are tight on your hips, guiding you to roll your hips back into his.

His lips are on your neck as he whispers to you how pretty you are. You nearly whimper in response and he cups your jaw to tilt you towards him for a kiss. His fingers shift and are loose around your neck, arousal shooting down your spine at the simple action. You snake a hand to his hair and Taehyung moans into your mouth when you lightly tug.

His arms are tight around you, the scent of his cologne washing over you, and in his arms you are protected. Taehyung is wrapped around you, lips chasing yours greedily. Your gloss is stained on his skin, but neither of you care.

A broken whisper of his name comes from your lips when you pull him in for another harsher kiss.

“My pretty girl,” Taehyung murmurs.

You’re mush in his arms and you both know it. You hum in response, eyes dark and dazed and slick with happiness. You can feel taehyung against your ass, through the layers of clothing and it makes your stomach flip. Much like everything else he does. You hold his hand tightly, the hand wrapped around your waist and squeeze his fingers as he rolls his hips into yours.

It’s just you and him for a moment, in the entire world. It’s just you and him.

You turn around to face him, melting into his chest and peppering kisses over his face and the nape of his neck.

“Tae,” You murmur hoarsely, “Baby-“

He hums into your neck, mouth pressed into your sweet skin. Your knees are weakening and Taehyung pulls you closer into his chest.

“Baby,” You mumble throatily.

“Princess,” He mimics into your neck.

“Baby,” You repeat with hooded eyes, “We should go back. To our friends-“

“They’re not goin’ anywhere,” comes Taehyung’s nonchalant response.

“But- you guys never get to go out and have fun like this- wanna make it special for you an’ them, too,” You trail off, “Want you to have a fun night. Without cameras or anything-“

Taehyung pulls away abruptly but he still holds you close so you don’t nearly fall over. He cups your cheek tenderly and you lean into his warmth.

You’re always thinking about others even when it’s supposed to be your day.

He plants a sweet kiss to your forehead and squeezes your hand.

“Okay. Whatever my birthday princess wants,” Taehyung says and steers you back towards the VIP section.

Pari gives you a knowing look and wiggles her eyebrows at you when she sees your bitten lips and Taehyung’s ruffled collar. You roll your eyes. If it was any other night, you’d be flustered but tonight, you can’t bring it in yourself to care.

Pari hands you a drink, freshly poured from the ice buckets on the table in front of you. You watch curiously as several of the club girls approach you and your friends with bottles of your favorite tequila in one hand and sparklers in another.

You cast Pari a look, as if to say seriously?

You’re suddenly very flustered, your cheeks heating up at all of the attention and the pretty women surrounding you. Jimin wraps an arm around your shoulders, throwing a grin at the woman pouring you a drink. Jimin bats his lashes at her and she smirks at him, shifting her gaze to you.

“I hear you’re the birthday girl?” She asks, but already knows the answer. Her eyes are shameless as she looks at you and Jimin, her lips curling into an even deeper smirk.

“Uh,” You mumble, your brain seemingly short-circuiting, “Yeah.”

“Yeah, she’s the birthday girl,” Jimin says, leaning forward.

“In that case, happy birthday,” The woman says with a wink and hands you a drink. You don’t even know what it’s mixed with, it could be straight tequila and you wouldn’t know.

“Hey! None for me?” Jimin exclaims and you roll your eyes, shrugging out from under his arm.

Taehyung is standing next to Jungkook, Namjoon and Hoseok and he’s laughing at you. It looks like Jungkook is scolding Taehyung. You already know why.

“Stop making fun of me,” You whine, swatting Taehyung’s shoulder.

“Watching you talk to pretty girls is worse than watching Jungkook talk to pretty girls,” Taehyung teases, sending himself into a fit of laughter. It earns himself another smack to his shoulder, by both you and Jungkook.

“I was ambushed,” You protest, but you laugh with him.

“The best kind of ambush, if you ask me,” Hoseok chimes in.

“Good thing nobody asked you, Hobi,” You deadpan, “Out of all of you, Jimin’s the only one with the guts to approach anyone here. So really, who’s the trainwreck now?”

“You’re so hot when you’re insulting them,” Taehyung says, his boxy smile never leaving his face.

“Except for Jungkook. Kook is a sweetheart and if anything happens to him, I’ll kill all of you and then myself,” You say easily, earning yourself three eyerolls.

“That’s not necessary-” Jungkook protests, the apples of his cheeks reddened from alcohol.

“Hey, maybe we don’t wanna talk to girls! We’re here for you, not for girls,” Namjoon says and your eyes soften.

“Okay, valid. But if you do want to talk to anyone, go for it. I want you all to have fun,” You say earnestly.

“Yeah, maybe we’ll sneak off to the dancefloor like you and Taehyung,” Yoongi adds seriously, sending the boys into a fit of giggles.

“Keep it up, Yoongi. You’re on my shit list now,” You joke and nudge his shoulder.

You turn your head to cast a fond smile at your friends and you see Pari talking to Jin quite closely. You wonder if that means anything, or if they’re genuinely just talking. You choose not to jump to conclusions, and instead hand Taehyung your drink in favor of some water.

***

You fail to notice Jimin give Taehyung a glance when you sit on the comfortable sofa, next to some of your friends from college. You can feel your feet beginning to ache and decide to give your feet a rest.

You should’ve known they were up to something when Jungkook winks at you. Sweet Jungkook winking at you. Before you can ask him if something is stuck in his eye, Jimin is on one knee and takes your hand in his.

“What are you doing,” You ask dryly, “If you’re about to ask me to marry you, the answer is no-”

“It’s your birthday. So this is our present,” Jimin says as Taehyung and Jungkook stand on either side of him.

Taehyung laughs at the confused look on your face. Before you can interrogate them further, he tips your chin up by the hook of his index finger and tells you to relax.

Your eyes widen when Jungkook nearly sits in your lap, his long legs folded at the knee on either side of your hips. He pulls away, enough so that you have to look up to catch a glimpse of his face. You’re eye level with his crotch, his thighs flexing only five inches away from you.

Your face heats up but you can’t help the choked laugh from exiting your throat.

Lap dances. They’re all giving you lap dances.

Jungkook is singing along to the song, his sweet features twisted into something seductive and sexy as he gyrates his hips in your face. He lowers his hips to yours, brushing against you but only slightly.

“Happy birthday,” He whispers in your ear before giving you another wink and swiveling his hips in your lap.

You think you’re ready to pass away. All of your friends are cheering you on as Jimin crawls into your lap next, and he’s even more pushy and touchy than Jungkook. He has one leg on the couch as he comes close to you and then he moves like fluid around you, his hips shifting and undulating to the rhythm of the song. He even has the audacity to allow his hand to float down his chest before thrusting his hips in your face.

Your face is burning.

And then comes Taehyung, looking at you like you’re the only one in the entire club. His eyes are dark and playful, his jaw set. You spread your legs further with a grin and welcome him into your embrace. He sits in your lap, his legs on either side of you and grinds his hips into yours in a way that only he is allowed to do. His hair falls into his eyes and you instantly reach up to brush the strands away from his face. A soft exhale of his name comes out of your mouth without you meaning to.

He pulls away abruptly, with a maddening smirk, probably to tease you more. But you pull him by his shirt with a rough tug and push your lips to his impatiently.

Another loud chorus of cheers comes from around you, wolf whistles from your friends but you only pay attention to Taehyung. It’s when you pull a soft moan from him that you remember where you are and pull your lips away from his with a soft pop.

“You’re insane,” You say, shoving his shoulder and peering over him to give a shy grin to Jungkook and Jimin, “All of you.”

“Happy birthday, princess,” Taehyung says so earnestly that you can’t help but drop another kiss to his wet lips.

“I think Pari wants a lap dance, too,” You say once Taehyung helps you up.

Pari protests but Taehyung only winks at her.

“That can be arranged.”

***

It’s after well after 3 AM by the time you all return to the Airbnb. Taehyung helps you take your makeup off, change out of your outfit and put on comfortable clothes- that process itself takes nearly thirty minutes on it’s own.

Of course, it doesn’t help that you keep getting distracted by his lips. He finally gives in when you at least put a shirt on, and he allows himself to get lost in your touch for what feels like only a few minutes.

“Hey, I’m coming in, so you both better be dressed and not having birthday sex,” Pari announces as she turns the lock on the door.

You ignore her and ignore Taehyung’s attempt to pull away from you, and instead press your lips to his neck. Pari clears her throat and you shoot her a lazy grin.

“Pizza’s here,” Pari says, “If you’re into that sort of thing.”

“Thanks, Pari-“

“Pari,” You whine, “I jus wanna have sex! Lots and lots of birthday sex-“

Taehyung covers your mouth with his hand to get you to stop running your mouth.

“I know, honey. It’s what you deserve,” Pari coos, “But you’ve got about thirteen people in this house who don’t know how to shut the fuck up. Talk about setting the mood, huh?”

You peek yourself out of Taehyung’s arms and launch yourself towards Pari.

“Jus wanna have lots and lots of sex, Pari,” You whisper like it’s a secret, “Do you wanna have lots and lots of sex, Pari?”

“Hey!” You exclaim, remembering something, “You were talking to Jin for most of the night! Where’s Jin-“

You’re about to bound into the living room wearing only a shirt. No bra, no underwear, no pants. Taehyung is certain you’d be mortified in the morning if you did so.

He pulls you back by your waist and you immediately forget what you were about to do.

Pari rolls her eyes at you fondly, casting an eye over to Taehyung with a nod and closes the door behind her. You turn in Taehyung’s arms, clumsily trying to help him out of his clothes. But instead you end up making a mess of your limbs and you sigh heavily. He sits you on the bed and tugs you into clothes, while you absently paw at him.

You brush his hair out of his eyes and cup his face tenderly, watching as he pulls away to change into black sweatpants and a white t-shirt. He slips into the bathroom for a few minutes and you vaguely hear the sink running. Taehyung pushes his hair away from his face with a headband and he gestures for you to follow him into the bathroom.

“Come wash your face, princess.”

“Too lazy to,” You shrug and flop onto the bed.

“You’ll be mad about it tomorrow.”

“That’s a future problem.”

Taehyung rolls his eyes and yanks you up, ignoring your noise of protest.

“I’ll wash your face for you,” Taehyung says, already washing his hands and pulling out a travel sized cleanser.

You close your eyes and lean back against his shoulder, humming as he gently rubs circles into your face. He wets a cotton pad with your eye makeup remover and gently pads it over your eyelids, over your lashes and around your eyes. Before you can protest about how long it’s taking, he washes your face of the cleanser and quickly moisturizes your face after realizing that you hadn’t brought your toner with you.

“Done,” He murmurs and kisses your cheek.

“Thank you, baby,” You smile and pull him in for a tight hug, “Pizza?”

“Pizza.”

***

You’re seated on the floor with a box of pizza, a carton of noodles and water next to you. Pari had ordered a ton of food- on Taehyung’s card, at his insistence. Jungkook is seated next to you, head on your shoulder as you feed him as if it’s second nature.

“The best pizza I’ve ever had,” He groans and you laugh.

“Everything tastes good at this hour,” You reply and take a bite for yourself.

Music is playing low in the background as you all eat and chatter amongst yourselves. You offer the pizza box to your friends seated on the couch.

“Everyone drink water and eat. You’ll all be hungover tomorrow,” Pari advises, “Except for Jungkook, he’s still young.”

“Hey, we’re all still young,” You protest, raising your water bottle at her, “Cheers to eternal youth.”

“You tellin’ me drinking and going out now is the same as drinking and going out when we were twenty-two?”

“Hey! I’m not twenty-two!” Jungkook protests with a mouth full of pizza.

“Yeah, yeah, you know what I mean,” Pari rolls her eyes.

Your eyelids are starting to feel heavy, your smile tired and lazy. Taehyung can tell you’re getting sleepy, from the way you listen to Pari and Jungkook bicker, with added quips from Jin and Jimin. Your eyes are glazed over as you absently laugh. You meet Taehyung’s eyes and he subtly gestures for you to come sit next to him.

You immediately do without warning and Jungkook nearly falls to the floor at your abrupt shift. He’s about to tease you for it but decides against it when you sit next to Taehyung and lean into him tiredly. Taehyung brings an arm around your shoulder to pull you in closer and your eyes begin to close of their own volition.

Once your breaths start to even out, Taehyung murmurs to Pari that he’ll put you to bed and then come out to help clean up. Pari waves him off, but he comes back anyway.

Taehyung says a quick goodnight to everyone as they start dispersing to their allocated beds and very nearly misses Jin walking into Pari’s bedroom with her.

And apparently he missed Jungkook sneaking into his bedroom, because he’s curled on his side facing you in the bed.

Taehyung shakes his head in amusement and lays next to you on your other side. You instinctively move closer to him, following his warmth. He presses a kiss to your hairline and closes his eyes as well, allowing sleep to take him.

#taehyung x reader #taehyung fluff #taehyung #bts x reader #kim taehyung

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limjaeseven · 4 years ago

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Fill My Heart With Liquor

Pairing: Jaebeom X Jinyoung

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2,079

Warning(s): Alcohol consumption, drunk JB, sad JB, JJP being cuties

Summary: Jinyoung finds out the day before that he's going to be busy filming on Jaebeom's birthday.

[a/n]: Written based off of this tweet which came to my notice thanks to the wonderful fitbbeoming. They are an incredible artist, please check out their work, they deserve all the love. A huge thank you to @taetaesbaebaepsae for beta reading this fic.

“Hyung,” Jinyoung calls out to his boyfriend who’s lying on their bed, his nose buried in a book as usual.

Jaebeom dropped the book to his chest, peering over to look at the younger who was sitting on the floor with his script in his lap and phone in his hand, a tensed smile on his face. The elder had known Jinyoung long enough to tell from just the tone of his voice and the look in his eyes that something was wrong.

Pushing himself off the bed, Jaebeom dropped onto the floor next to his boyfriend, groaning as a shock of pain ran up his spine, his back sore from his days of slouching in his chair in his studio.

“What is it, Nyoungie?” Jinyoung ignored him, his hands instinctively shooting to the elder’s back to massage the muscles and release all the knots, worry written on his face. “How many times do I have to tell you to stretch once in a while when you’re in the studio for so long?” Jaebeom waved the man off, turning to face him, his palms resting on the younger’s shoulders.

“Speak.”

Jinyoung’s face flashed with a nervous expression as he let out a heavy sigh.

“I have a shoot tomorrow, I will be leaving early in the morning and won’t be back before midnight. Yoo Jitae hyung isn’t free next week so we’ll have to finish filming the next two episodes before the weekend.” Jinyoung’s guilty expression made Jaebeom’s heartbreak more than the repercussions of what the man was saying. It was Jaebeom’s birthday the following day and not once in the ten years that the two men had known each other had they spent it apart, come what may they did their best to spare at least a few hours to themselves.

“It’s fine, Jinyoung, just get me a good bottle of wine on your way back.” Despite Jaebeom’s attempts to console the younger, it didn’t stop him from feeling bad about leaving his boyfriend alone for his birthday.

“Hyung,” Jinyoung whined but Jaebeom just shut him up with a peck to his lips before getting up to cook dinner for the two of them.

“At least let me cook for you tonight.” Jaebeom had been busy cutting vegetables when Jinyoung showed up from behind to wrap his arms around the elder’s this waist, resting his chin on the elder’s strong, wide shoulders. Jinyoung always found comfort in the way Jaebeom was so much bigger than him, his broad shoulders protecting him from the rest of the world when wrapped in his embrace.

“And what, let you burn the kitchen down? Just set the table, you’ll need to sleep soon anyways if you want to get up early tomorrow.” Jinyoung pouted cutely at the elder, which was rewarded with another kiss and a soft push, urging him to pull out the plates from the cabinet.

“Hyung, can’t we wait till midnight at least, that way I’d be able to wish you a happy birthday?” Jaebeom just laughed, dragging the younger to bed once they were done washing the dishes after dinner.

“You know if you don’t get at least six hours of sleep you’ll be cranky in the morning.” Jinyoung’s pout vanished as Jaebeom took his hoodie off to change into a sleep shirt, his eyes zoning in on the man’s toned chest. “Stop drooling,” A wad of cloth came flying straight into Jinyoung’s face, causing the younger to fall back onto the bed. As he pulled it away he realised Jaebeom had thrown the hoodie he was wearing at him and had already changed into his pyjamas, much to Jinyoung’s dismay.

“I’m sorry, hyung,” Jinyoung whispered as he fell asleep in Jaebeom’s warm embrace that night, his heart heavy as he cuddled closer to the elder. Jaebeom just ran his hand through the younger’s hair, wishing him goodnight before turning the bedside lamp off, plunging the room into darkness.

Jinyoung desperately wanted to call Jaebeom up to wish him, or at least make him breakfast before he left but Jinyoung slept through his alarm and woke up with five minutes to spare before his manager would arrive with the car. Running to get changed, the younger blindly grabbed his things, combing through his hair just to make it look presentable and throwing on a random sweater with a pair of jeans. He sprinted out of their apartment just as his manager arrived, Jinyoung climbing into the back seat, being driven off to the location of the shooting.

When Jaebeom woke up to a cold bed, he couldn’t help but groan at the thought of a birthday without Jinyoung. He grabbed his phone from the nightstand and scrolled through the endless list of wishes from his friends, family and fellow idols. Youngjae called him to talk to him for a while, Jinyoung had let the younger know of the circumstances the night before and asked him to distract the elder so that he wouldn’t spend too much time in his own head.

Eventually though the younger got called away for a schedule and the elder was left alone to his own devices, which meant that he stayed in bed till noon and threw together a simple meal for brunch. He considered heading to the studio to spend some time but recalled how he’d leant the space to a producer friend whose studio was undergoing renovations.

He decided to instead drive down to meet his parents and so he shot his mother a text, letting her know that he would be leaving soon. Unfortunately, just as he was slipping on his shoes, he received a reply from her, letting him know that both of them were busy visiting Jinyoung’s parents, a tradition that had started when Jinyoung and Jaebeom started dating. Every six months, Jaebeom’s parents would go to Jinyoung’s parents’ house and vice versa to just meet and talk, the four of them incredibly close.

He tried getting a hold of one of the members to hang out with but Yugyeom was out with his friend Seungyoun, Bambam was busy in the gym, Jackson had a meeting for his company, so on and so forth. Even his offshore friends had been too busy to spare him some time. Defeated, Jaebeom decided to just play some of his favourite LPs and read, changing into his comfiest pair of pyjamas and brewing himself a nice dark coffee in order to treat himself.

Half an hour into the process though, the words on the page in front of him refused to make any sense, no matter how many times he read them and the song, even his favourite sounded like the blandest and most offensive piece of music he had ever heard. Frustrated, he grabbed his laptop to watch some anime on it but that too only entertained him for so long.

Jaebeom looked at his phone again, realising that Jinyoung hadn’t contacted him once since morning, not even sent him a text to wish him. Even though he knew it was probably because he was busy and maybe his phone would have died because Jinyoung always forgot to charge his phone, it didn’t stop the insecurities to brew in the back of his mind, dark as the coffee in his hand.

Jaebeom had many demons he battled every day, much like anyone else, many of them stemming from his persistence to overachieve and perfectionism and the waves of self-loathing that crashed over him when things didn’t turn out the way he wanted them to or the insecurities that exposed themselves like open wounds when he failed at meeting his own insane expectations.

Jinyoung to him was an angel, a creature from the heavens who had settled for someone like him. Even though he knew that Jinyoung loved him for who he was, flaws and all, he still refused to believe that he was nearly enough.

Before he could go too deep into that train of thought and get stuck in his own head till Jinyoung got home, Jaebeom decided a good drink was what he needed to clear his mind. Looking through the fridge for two bottles of soju and a glass, he sat on the couch, letting himself relax into the cushioned seat. Nora decided his lap was prime real estate for a nap and hopped on top, nuzzling herself against his thighs as he drank a shot, the liquid burning the back of his throat as it went down.

Jaebeom doesn’t remember how much he drank or when he picked up his phone to look through Instagram. Yoo Jitae, Jinyoung’s co-star for his drama had posted a picture of him and Jinyoung together, drinking coffee on set. Seeing Jinyoung in costume, dressed in a pair of tight black jeans, an oversized hoodie and a denim jacket made Jaebeom feel a pang in his chest. He missed his boyfriend dearly and he couldn’t do anything about it.

Opening up the camera in the app, Jaebeom took a picture of himself pouting with a cute filter on, wanting to send it to Jinyoung via dm but he accidentally put it on his story. Before long, posts of fans cooing over his appearance and expression came pouring in, many asking him for the reason for his pout. Jaebeom’s drunk mind decided it was a good idea to pine for his boyfriend via instagram and posted story after story, talking about missing a part of him, never explicitly mentioning Jinyoung, of course. He had that much sense in him, no matter how drunk he was.

The pouty selfies became teary eyed ones as he quoted lines from his favourite books, one that talked about feeling empty, lost and lonely. His fans expressed concern but he immediately shut them down, calling them ‘late night musings’. Just as he was about to get fed up of posting stories too, he heard a soft knock on the door.

Jaebeom sprinted to the door, almost falling over multiple times before he made it there to open it. The elder all but fell into Jinyoung’s arms as he saw the younger standing there, smiling brightly. Jinyoung had to drag a very drunk Jaebeom back inside the house as the elder rested all his wait on the younger, refusing to let him go. Deciding to just dump him on the couch, Jinyoung fell with the elder as he continued to clutch onto the younger.

“Happy birthday, hyung,” Jinyoung whispered to Jaebeom, his phone in one hand indicating the time as 23:59. Jaebeom took a few seconds to register what was happening but as soon as he did, he resolved to smothering his boyfriend in kisses instead of answering him.

“Why didn’t you text at least? And how come you’re home so early?” Jaebeom practically whined, his words slurred. Jinyoung couldn’t help but coo at his hyung as he finally wriggled his way out of the elder’s embrace, instead sitting up on the couch and helping the elder to do the same.

“My phone died before I could text you and by the time I got a charger for it we were so busy recording I couldn’t get to it till like twenty minutes ago;” Jinyoung confessed, the guilt heavy in his voice. "As for why I'm back early, well someone decided to pine on their stories about how much they felt lonely and sad and all that jazz and I thought they were talking about me so I came here. Were they not? Should I go back?" All Jinyoung was rewarded with was a slap to his chest and a peck to his cheek.

"I did get the wine you asked for but I think that's best left for another day. Let's get you to bed, hyung," Jinyoung knew he couldn't carry the elder, so he opted to drag him to the bedroom, pushing him onto the bed before changing quickly and snuggling in close to his hyung.

"I love you, hyung. Good night" Jinyoung said, pressing a kiss to Jaebeom's forehead as he slept with his head resting on the younger's chest, his breathing slowing as he fell into deep sleep.

****

"Omg what was I thinking, last night?!" Jaebeom exclaimed, looking at the barrage of memes his group mates had made of all the pictures he had posted the night before. "Don't worry, I found them adorable," Jinyoung replied with a soft peck on the elder's cheek.

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anxiousboi-char · 4 years ago

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Egoshiptober, Day 1 - Moonlight

I’m sorry that this is late, I just wasn’t sure if I should post this because I feel like it doesn’t focus on moonlight that much?? But yeah I changed my mind and will post it anyway.

Pairing: Marvlesepticeye (Marvin x Jackie)

Words: 800

Warnings: None

It was the middle of the night when Jackie quietly opened the door to his and Marvin's apartment. He did his best to keep quiet as he carefully snuck into the living room and found the cupboard where he always kept extra clothes hidden. He quickly changed from his crime-fighting outfit into something he could comfortably wear while sleeping and continued on his way through the house. He was fully aware that he was supposed to get there hours earlier, but he couldn't do anything about the bad guys' schedule, could he now? He just hoped that Marvin gave up on waiting for him and went to sleep on his own, he didn't want to have to explain himself this late.

Taking a deep breath, he put his hand on the door to their bedroom and gently pushed it open. As soon as he peeked inside, he could tell that something was out of place, though it took him quite a moment to figure out what exactly.

The bed was as messy as always, so it was hard to tell if Marvin was in it or not, and a couple of items seemed to be just slightly misplaced, but it wasn't quite that. Finally, Jackie realized what was so unusual, the room was far brighter than normal. With a puzzled look, he stepped inside and looked for the source of the light for a moment. It didn't take him long to see that the window wasn't covered by the blinds and that a certain someone was looking out of it. For a moment, the hero wasn't sure what to do, but he finally made up his mind and called out.

"Uhh... You're awake, Marv?" he asked hesitantly. Upon hearing his voice, his boyfriend flinched and quickly turned to face him.

"You're back!" he gasped, sounding very relieved to see Jackie.

The magician quickly made his way across the room, and now Jackie could see him better. His long hair was loose, he was wearing his regular pajamas, and he looked very troubled. He seemed to be tired, too, he obviously wasn’t used to staying up this late. That made the hero feel somewhat guilty.

“What happened? Did you get hurt?” Marvin asked, finally getting over to Jackie and putting his hands on his shoulders.

“I-I’m alright, just had to stop some robbers,” Jackie answered truthfully. Marvin sighed in relief. “What did you think happened?” the hero asked. His boyfriend glanced down.

“...I was worried you were injured,” he admitted, stepping back and slowly making his way back to the window. Jackie followed him but didn’t speak, allowing him to finish. “I watched the news and they mentioned an explosion in the south part of the city. I got worried so I tried to call you, but you didn’t pick up,” he explained further, reaching the window and leaning against the windowsill.

“My phone probably died, I forgot to charge it today,” Jackie explained himself, stopping not far behind his boyfriend.

“I guessed,” he nodded, looking outside. “I know I shouldn’t worry so much, you know what you’re doing, but it’s just…” he sighed. Shaking his head slightly, Jackie put a hand on his shoulder.

“And I shouldn’t disappear without a warning. But I promise, Marv, I’ll always come back. No matter what,” he swore, slowly lifting his hand to put it on Marvin’s cheek instead. Relaxing a bit, his boyfriend nodded slightly while leaning into it.

“I know…” he muttered quietly, putting his hand on top of Jackie’s one. That gesture alone made the hero’s cheeks heat up a little.

“I love you so much,” he smiled, watching his boyfriend relax further.

“I love you too,” Marvin responded with a small grin appearing on his face. Then, he glanced outside again. “The sky is very pretty tonight, isn’t it?” he asked.

“O-oh? Yeah,” Jackie agreed, but he only looked at it for a moment before turning back to Marvin, watching the moonlight sparkle in his boyfriend’s eyes.

“It reminds me of you,” he said softly after a moment of silence. That caught Jackie off-guard, but after just a moment he chuckled quietly.

“Alright, alright, enough of that,” he said, pulling his hand away only to take a step forward and lift Marvin off of the floor, much to his surprise. “You need to get some sleep now, being so charming and handsome must be tiring.”

His boyfriend didn’t complain, he simply held onto the hero to make sure he wouldn’t accidentally be dropped and let himself be carried to bed. They didn’t bother to shut the blinds, they just lied down next to each other, wrapping their hands around themselves and quickly fell asleep, just barely covering themselves with a blanket. They didn’t feel the need to do that, they both felt as if the needed nothing else as long as they had each other.

#egoshiptober #fic.char #And uhm like I mentioned sorry if this doesn't really qualify #My writing #ego shipping #marvelsepticeye #Marvin #marvin the magnificent #jse marvin #jackie #JackieBoy #Jackieboy-man #jse jbm #jackie x marvin

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aliciameade · 4 years ago

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“The Great Indoors”

Author: aliciameade Rating: G Pairing: Beca/Chloe Summary: Beca and Chloe accidentally get locked inside an R.E.I. (An outdoor activities supply store, for those unfamiliar.) Hijinks ensue.

This one goes out to @beyond-bechloe for their generous donation to the @ppfandomdrive! Thank you for your support!

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Beca didn’t consider herself particularly outdoorsy (she could get sunburned at night and she was allergic to every type of stinging insect, among other inconveniences), but she enjoyed fewer shopping excursions than those to R.E.I. to be Chloe’s helper whenever she had an upcoming trip. Beca was in charge of the shopping cart and telling Chloe whether or not the gear she was trying on looked cute while still being functional.

And Beca liked the gear and supplies. It was cool how there were so many specialized shoes and backpacks and jackets for all manner of activities. She wouldn’t mind being less prone to emergencies to be able to try something new once in a while.

Plus, she kind of liked Chloe’s dedication to always trying to convince Beca to join her on her next adventure.

She also liked Chloe pouting until Beca admitted whatever she was trying on was indeed cute. Beca always thinks Chloe’s cute but it’s not like she can tell her that all the time. That would be weird. Friends don’t do that.

“Who are you going with?” she asks as Chloe stands in front of a display of kayaking gear.

“The same crew I went out to Zion with. They’re always encouraging everyone to bring a friend. You should totes come with me.”

Beca surveys the kayaks leaning against the wall and visions of flipping over, getting stuck, and drowning flash through her mind. “Pass,” she says quickly. “Maybe something more...terrestrial.”

“Okay,” Chloe says with a shrug. She never argues with Beca over it, but she does always re-extend the invitation. “What do you think: black or pink?” she continues as she plucks two helmets off the display to turn and hold them up for Beca’s opinion.

“Let’s see ‘em in action,” she answers, gesturing for Chloe to try them on.

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“What kind of adventure would you be down for?” Chloe asks, somewhat unexpectedly, as they meander through displays and racks of camping gear. They’ve already picked out everything on her list but still find themselves browsing. “When you said ‘more terrestrial,’” she adds. “Camping?”

Beca’s about to answer when the PA system interrupts, informing shoppers the store will be closing in 15 minutes. She waits until they’re finished.

“Yeah, camping, I guess,” she says with a vague wave of her hand toward the staged campground the store has set up to display their wide variety of tents, coolers, chairs, and portable grills. “Just maybe not in the middle of nowhere like you do.”

She knows her answer excites Chloe by the way her eyes light up and her back straightens. “I don’t even own a tent because I’m always sharing with someone else on the trip.” She’s already on her hands and knees crawling through the entrance of a small tent before Beca can argue.

Not that she has a point to argue.

Chloe’s kneeling inside and looking out at Beca expectantly. “Come on! Let’s try this one.”

Beca just gives a shake of her head and kneels down to crawl into the tent, too. She hears Chloe zip the flap behind her and then she’s being dragged down until they’re lying side by side.

“We fit!” Chloe declares as she makes it a point to spread out and take up space until she’s crowding Beca.

“Obviously we fit,” she says, trying not to laugh as Chloe’s elbow digs into her ribs until she’s forced to roll onto her side to escape it. “It’s a two-person tent. We are two people.” She should have known better to turn, though, because the second she does, Chloe’s on her like a magnet, making Beca her little spoon as she does so often.

Not that she minds Chloe’s propensity to be close to Beca.

She kind of loves it, in fact.

“See, and we can cuddle for body heat if it gets chilly overnight.”

“Right,” Beca says, letting herself smile when she feels the way Chloe’s almost nuzzling her. It drives her crazy, too. Chloe is so physically affectionate with Beca, more so than anyone Beca’s ever dated, and she and Chloe are definitively not dating. It feels like they are, though, from the way they check in with one another throughout the day if they’re apart and how they download their days when they’re together to their Co-Captain Conferences which is just a serious-sounding name that allows them to lock themselves in Chloe’s room under the guise of working on the Bellas’ next set when they’re actually watching movies or talking or napping and not getting interrupted.

The way Beca’s heart aches when Chloe does go on her weeklong excursions...that, too, makes it feel a lot like they’re dating.

But...they’re not.

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It’s the last thought that floats through her mind before her eyes are fluttering open to near darkness.

She’s disoriented and her shoulder and hip ache from whatever hard surface she’s lying on. The only thing she does recognize is the scent, sound, and feel of Chloe asleep behind her and she jostles her until she’s startling awake, too.

“Hmm, what?” Chloe says, voice gravelly with sleep.

“We fell asleep in the tent,” Beca says once her brain stitches the events together. Once she sits up and glances out of the tent’s mesh window and is met with the dimly lit retail floor, her heart stops. “Chloe?”

“Hmm?” she says through a yawn as she sits up, too.

“What time is it?”

She watches Chloe pull her phone out of her back pocket—Beca’s own phone is in her purse which...she realizes with additional terror...was left in the cart before they decided to try the tent—and check it. “10:34.”

Beca inhales at that and holds her breath, waiting for Chloe to connect the dots, too.

“Oh, my gosh, it’s 10:34!”

“And it’s dark in here.” Beca leans forward to unzip the tent’s flap and crawl out, relieved to find her purse in the cart, everything right where they left it by some miracle. “Chlo, the store’s closed.”

She watches Chloe crawl out, too, and stand to survey everything, just like Beca’s doing. “There must be a security guard or something,” Chloe says confidently as she starts walking toward the entrance.

There is no security guard, they find. They also decide to not try the doors because setting off an alarm might be really bad. A phone call to the company’s customer support number instructs them to call back during the hours of 7:00 AM and 6:00 PM.

“Okay, we don’t need to panic,” Beca says when she watches Chloe start to do her panic-pacing. “We’re fine. We’re safe.”

“We’re trapped in here!” Chloe screeches.

It makes Beca flinch and she grabs Chloe by the forearms when she paces past again. “Chloe, chill out!”

Chloe gulps and Beca can see the fear in her eyes.

“Chill, okay?” she says, lowering her voice. “They’ll open in the morning and we can leave. They have bathrooms and water, and I know you have at least one granola bar in your purse, right?”

Chloe nods and her eyes start to look a bit less wild.

“Good.” Beca smiles, and then lets herself smile bigger. “We’re locked in a store.”

Chloe whines. “I know, Beca!”

“No, Chloe. We’re locked in a store!” she turns them so Chloe’s facing toward the sporting goods supplier’s floor, devoid of other shoppers and employees. “Didn’t you ever dream about this as a kid?”

She can tell Chloe’s considering it, thinking about it, until a smile starts to tug at her lips. “Okay, yeah.”

“Then, come on!” Beca grabs her hand to run—not out of necessity but out of excitement—back into the depths of the store. “I want to play with everything. What first?”

“Bikes! Let’s get bikes,” Chloe says pointing off to their left. “This place is huge; we can get around faster!”

“Yes, yes—I love the way you think.”

Armed with speedy transportation, they make it a point to visit every department, trying on hiking boots and life jackets and snowboards. Chloe decides to document the adventure on her Instagram so every department needs to have its own photoshoot.

Eventually, they end up back in the paddling department and Beca’s helping Chloe maneuver a massive tandem kayak down from where it’s leaning against the wall.

“Get in,” Chloe says, gesturing at the front seat while she lowers herself into the back after grabbing a couple of paddles. “I’ll show you how easy it is.”

“I don’t know how to tell you this,” Beca says as she takes the offered paddle and sits down, “but we’re not in the water right now.”

“Shush, I know. But I can show you the stroke.”

Beca can’t help the amused snort that escapes her.

“You just made that dirty.”

“Did not.”

“Yes, you did.” Chloe sounds amused. “Okay, put your hands where the grippy parts are on the paddle.”

Beca does as she’s told and then jumps a little when Chloe’s voice is suddenly close.

“Good.” Chloe’s arms suddenly frame Beca’s, her hands just outside of each of her own. “It’s just this motion.” Then they’re moving, Chloe’s push and pull directing Beca. “See how easy?”

Something about the moment makes Beca’s voice catch for a second and she has to swallow. “Yeah. Something tells me it’s not as easy in a river.”

“It’s really not difficult. Would I lie to you?”

“No, I guess not.”

Chloe hums, happy with Beca’s answer, and then her presence retreats. “Keep going; I need to take a picture. Actually, I’m going to do a video!”

“Of course you are,” Beca laughs but carries on for Chloe’s entertainment.

It’s around 2:00 AM when they’re both yawning, having eaten Chloe’s emergency stash of granola bars and a bag of gummy bears Beca swiped from the checkout area, promising Chloe she’d pay for them tomorrow with the rest of their items. They return the bicycles to their display and wander back to the camping section.

“You know, if there was ever a store to get locked in, this was a pretty good option,” Chloe says as she sits down on the edge of a fully inflated air mattress. It’s the floor’s display model, but it’s a bed nonetheless.

“So true.” Beca follows, settling on the slightly wobbly mattress next to Chloe.

Usually, like in the tent, she would flip onto her side, her back to Chloe to settle in for sleep.

For some reason, this time she turned the other way to face Chloe. Maybe because they weren’t finished talking—they didn’t yet have a plan for the morning, aka what to tell the first person who discovers them—or maybe Beca just wanted to look at Chloe for a few more seconds before going to sleep.

“I can’t believe this happened,” Chloe says with a giggle once they’re both settled.

“I know, right? So cool.”

Chloe’s quiet for what feels like a second too long before she says, “Thank you for calming me down. You know how I can get worked up about stuff.”

Beca smiles gently. “Yeah, of course, dude. You know I got your back.”

“I know you do.”

Chloe’s eyes are on Beca’s and the silence between them is suddenly heavy. Something about it makes Beca’s heart start to race. Chloe’s just looking at her not saying anything and Beca’s about to ask why she’s staring when Chloe interrupts her.

“Can I kiss you?”

Beca’s not sure she heard correctly. It’s hard to hear over the sound of the blood rushing in her ears. She debates asking Chloe to repeat herself, but she doesn’t want her to backpedal if she thinks Beca’s response means she wasn’t okay with it. Because she is so, soooo okay with it.

And if Beca did mishear, then she’ll deal with whatever she’s about to agree to.

“Yes.”

She didn’t mishear.

She can’t help the gasp that comes when Chloe’s lips are suddenly on hers. They’re soft and gentle but confident in their purpose and Beca is sure to kiss her back once her mind catches up with it.

Chloe pulls back after a few seconds and even in the dim lighting, she can tell Chloe’s blushing. She knows she is, too. “Was that okay?” Chloe asks, eyes wide and teeth tugging nervously at the lip that was just pressed against Beca’s.

Beca lets herself start to smile; the shock is subsiding and happiness is starting to rush into its place. “Why did you stop?” she asks, bringing her hand up between them to tug on Chloe’s shirt.

It’s not hard enough to actually pull Chloe in but it gets her point across and she’s still smiling when Chloe’s gleeful laugh gets muffled between their second kiss, one that is less about determining if it’s okay and a lot more about how their tongues move together.

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They’re roused by blinding fluorescent lights a few hours later and share the story of their accidental lock-in with the very confused and highly suspicious morning shift. Chloe begs the manager-on-duty to not reprimand whoever was responsible for ensuring all guests were out of the store before locking up, blaming themselves for not paying attention to the time.

Eventually, they’re allowed to leave and pay for what they’d been shopping for yesterday, plus the two-person tent (which Chloe had run back to grab off the shelf and returned with a wink).

“Okay, what’s with the tent?” Beca asks once they’ve loaded up the back of Chloe’s car in the completely empty parking lot and sat down.

“We are totes going camping and making out under the stars.”

“Oh, are we?” Beca asks with amusement as she buckles her seatbelt.

“Yep,” Chloe says, taking advantage of Beca’s proximity to direct her right up and into a kiss. “If that’s okay with you?” she asks, eyes a little softer so Beca knows she’s being earnest.

“Yeah, okay,” she nods. “But I’m not sure it’s fair for you to ask me after you kiss me.”

“So I should withhold kisses until you answer?” Chloe says with a grin as she starts the car and drives toward the exit and street that will lead them back to the house.

“That doesn’t seem fair either,” Beca says with a thoughtful pout.

“Kinda sounds like I get my way if kisses are involved.”

Beca starts to object but instead, just smiles and looks out the passenger side window. “Yeah, it kinda does sound that way.

The End

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wickedsingularity · 4 years ago

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Avalanche [one-shot]

Fandom: MCU Pairings/characters: Bucky Barnes x reader (but not really), Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, mention of Wanda Maximoff Words: 3757 Warnings: Lime, repressed emotions, accidental exhibitionism

Note: Something @iguess-theyre-mymess gave me an idea for when I was doing NaNoWriMo last year, but that whole thing went to hell. There something not right here, with the characterizations. We've discussed it, but then I forgot all about it, and now I'm just... fuck it. There's some smut here, people will ignore characterization as long as there's smut. Sue me.

Summary: She wasn't supposed to be on this mission with Bucky, but plans had changed, then plans had gone wrong and now they had missed their flight window. Sexual tension rise to the surface while they wait in the safe house, and when an avalanche makes them stuck, repressed feelings rise up too.

It wasn't clear what was louder, the roaring wind outside or the heaving breaths of the two bodies that had just pulled apart with a groan and laid next to each other. Neither of the two noticed the wind however, completely lost in the bliss as they were.

"That was..." she started. It had been good. Very, very good. But not a chance in hell she was going to say those words. She did not want to give him the satisfaction, not after the way he behaved during this mission.

"Yeah." Bucky concurred.

They lay in awkward silence for a couple of minutes to catch their breaths, until she rolled to her side, her back to him. "Well, goodnight."

Bucky made a sound of annoyance, and swiftly turned his back to her too and pounded his fist into his pillow unnecessarily hard to fluff it up. Despite the vibe of annoyance that hung in the sex-smelling air, both fell asleep within minutes.

After finishing a mission deep in Lapland, the two of them had been forced to take refuge in a safe house to rest up. Steve was supposed to have gone with Bucky, but something had come up and she had had to replace the captain. To say she was unhappy about it was an understatement, especially because she was supposed to have gone on a simple recon mission to the much warmer and prettier Puerto Rico, but that mission had gone to Wanda instead. So now she had spent two days in the coldest, snowiest place on Earth with a Bucky Barnes that had been more pig-headed than usual.

The moment they had closed the door to the cabin behind them, they had been at each other's throats. He had insisted that the plan wouldn't work and they should take a different approach and she had claimed that his suggestion would take too long and be too big of a risk. He had made the final decision without her and while it turned out that it had been the only way to make the mission a success, it had taken a lot longer and been a hell of a lot riskier, almost too risky. Which is why they had had to wander for far too long in the cold snow to find this safe house because they had missed their flight window, and now had to spend the night there to rest up before heading back out to do the cleanup and fly back. The screaming in each other's face what the other did wrong only served to have the sexual tension that had been building between them for months snap and break.

Clothes were scattered all around leading to the bed, a lamp and side table had been knocked over, a painting had fallen off the wall, and there was a dent in the headboard from Bucky's metal arm.

Silence filled the house as they slept, their shouting and moans and groans replaced with deep, calm breathing. Outside, the wind was gathering strength, snowflakes frantically dancing in the porchlight. When they fell asleep, the snow was halfway up under the windows, and by dawn it had reached the window sill, the wind packing it tight against the house.

It was still fairly early in the morning when rumbling sounded in the distance. An ominous rumble that quickly grew louder and louder. Bucky was the first to wake from it. He was only disoriented for two seconds before he cursed and leapt off the bed and over to the window. This woke her up and she too scrambled towards the window as the rumbling was almost deafening. Her first thought upon seeing all the snow was that she would crawl her way out of the cabin even if she froze her hands off rather than stay here with that pig-headed super-soldier. But then the roof creaked and the rumbling was right upon them, both looking up and almost shielding themselves as if the roof was about to cave in. And then everything was dark as the moonlight disappeared and the power went, taking with it the light in the bathroom. There was complete silence.

"Well shit," Bucky said, quite fittingly.

She looked over at him and not having had much light to desensitize her eyes, she saw that he was very much naked still, as was she. She was over by the bed in one leap and grabbed the sheets to wrap around herself, leaving Bucky with only a pillow to hide his front.

"I am going to go in there," she nodded her head towards the bathroom, "and by the time I'm out, you better be decent and have found something to light up this place so we can see what we're doing when we try to get someone to help us out of here."

Bucky didn't dare to do anything but nod at her sharp voice and watch as she clumsily fished her phone out of a pocket on the suit on the floor and turned on its flashlight while holding onto the sheets at the same time. When she slammed the bathroom door shut and locked it, he tossed the pillow onto the bed and went to hunt down his own clothes and then see if there were any candles or flashlights lying around.

A little while later, she appeared in the kitchen fully dressed with the top of her Kevlar suit hanging around her hips, black thermal undershirt untucked. Bucky was about to pour freshly brewed coffee into two mugs while wearing his headlamp, but the room was bathed in light and the items they had knocked over in their hurry to get naked the previous night had been put back into place.

"I found the backup generator," he explained, pushing one of the coffee mugs towards her on the counter and then turned off the headlamp and pulled it off. "Good morning."

It was properly morning now too, a sliver of sunlight snuck through the half an inch of the kitchen window that was not covered by snow.

"Good morning, Barnes." She grabbed the offered mug and sniffed it before taking a sip.

"I also found some jerky in the pantry." He pointed to an open bag on the counter. "Nothing fresh, but it's something."

"It will have to do." She reached into the bag and grabbed a few strips. "Have you tried to call Hill?"

"I have," Bucky said. "But the signal is too low to get a call through. I have tried throughout the entire cabin except in the bathroom."

"Satphone?" she asked above the rim of the steaming mug.

"Battery is dead. I was going to fix the charger after I had made coffee."

"The charger isn't working? And why is the battery dead? I thought you charged it yesterday."

"I did charge it yesterday. But there is something wrong with the charger, and it didn't reach a hundred percent and has drained quickly in the cold."

"Okay, you fix that, and I'll try to get through on my phone."

Bucky gave her a look that told her he wasn't surprised that she had to double-check the phone reception before he grabbed his coffee and a handful of jerky and sat down on the couch by the small coffee table. She watched him rummage through the bag next to him, pulling out the satphone's charger and started to wiggle the cord where it was connected to the adapter.

She shook her head in exasperation as she reached for the phone in her back pocket, but stopped, one hand resting on the coffee mug on the counter, the other holding her phone, not able to look away from the super-soldier working. Despite how much she disagreed with his plan the other day and the words she had shouted at him the previous night, despite her need to double-check his findings this morning, even though he infuriated her, she did respect him. For what he'd gone through and how he'd moved on from it. For how he took advantage of what he had been through and used it today. For how smart and quick and capable he was and how he clearly knew how to fix a satphone charger. Still, he was too handsome for his own good and so goddamn good in bed she could still feel him between her legs, and she did not like that.

Glaring at the back of his head, she unlocked her phone. There was indeed no reception, so she grabbed one piece of jerky to chew on while she walked around trying to fill some bars in the top corner icon.

It didn't take her long to have reached every corner of the cabin without having found any signal. She had even tried opening the front door. Thankfully, or maybe not, the snow was packed so hard it didn't fall in on her, but it did nothing to help her phone connect to a cell tower.

"I think the snowstorm might have taken out the nearest towers," she said and slammed the door shut.

"Doesn't matter, because I've got the satphone charging," Bucky said distractedly. "It's searching for a satellite right now."

"Oh good." She walked over and looked down over the back of the couch to the phone in his hands. "We need someone to dig us out, or heaven knows how long we'll be stuck in here."

"Aaaand there's our GPS position, and I'm sending it to F.R.I.D.A.Y. and..." He was typing something real fast, and again she was impressed with his way around modern technology with the speed he was typing. "And she's sending someone to get us out right now. I said it was urgent."

"Good."

"Now we wait."

An awkward silence filled the cabin. The prospect of waiting for possibly hours, had the tension growing. It wasn't exactly a vacation cabin, there was no TV, no books, no games, nothing to pass the time. And since there was no cell reception, there was no streaming or even reading the news either.

She went back to the counter to finish off her coffee, thankful for that keeping her busy for a while, it was still hot enough she could only sip at it. Then she decided to head back into the bedroom to disassemble and reassemble her weapons. But before she got halfway across the floor, Bucky apparently couldn't take the silence anymore.

"About last night," he started.

She stopped short and pulled a face. "Please don't, Barnes."

"Please don't what?"

"Just... Don't."

He stood up and faced her, but she didn't look at him. "Want me to pretend it didn't happen?"

She crossed her arms across her chest defensively and opened her mouth to speak, but couldn't make herself say yes.

"Despite what my behaviour last night says about me, I don't just sleep around for the fun of it. I don't just... Not without... It's been just..." Bucky seemed to be struggling to find the words now. She glanced over at him and saw that he was blushing furiously before sitting down again.

"I don't think that," she found herself reassuring him.

"Good. Because I don't."

Silence filled the cabin again, and she was suddenly hearing the words Bucky hadn't said. She uncrossed her arms and rested her hands on her weapons belt. "I don't either."

Bucky turned around and met her eyes. They stared at each other for what felt like ages, almost daring the other to actually say out loud the words they both realised was true.

"Doll..." Bucky stood up and she took a step backwards, shaking her head slightly. Hurt flashed across his face. "Are you afraid of me? Did I do something wrong? Is that why you're always so angry when I'm around?" She shook her head again and Bucky took a step towards her. She didn't back up this time.

"I'm... I don't know." She screwed her eyes shut, crossing her arms again. From the moment Steve introduced him to the team she had been attracted to him, he had that tall, dark, handsome going for him. But there had been something in his eyes that drew her in more than anything. A flash of softness or kindness or... something, every now and then. Such a contrast to the strength and fearlessness and deadliness he showed when he sparred with Steve or was on a mission. He'd been through so much, but instead of letting it destroy him, he used everything that had made him a deadly assassin and turned it into this force of good.

"Doll... I didn't know?"

She snapped her eyes open, confusion written all over her face. The softness was back in his eyes and she cocked her head, looking at him. "What?"

"I didn't know you felt that way about me."

"I said that out loud?"

"You did... But why..." He took another step closer.

Embarrassment burned her skin, but there was no taking it back. Might as well dive into it. "Why have I behaved like I feel the opposite?"

Bucky nodded.

"Good question." She paused for a moment, chewed the inside of her lip, looking him straight in the eye. "I wasn't planning on falling for anyone. Didn't want to. At least not someone I work so closely with. It's a recipe for disaster in our line of work. And I knew from the start that I would fall for you, you ticked every box. So, I tried hard not to." She sighed. "I failed."

"You've fallen for me?"

She shrugged, but nodded and bit her lip again. "I failed at not falling for you and in my attempt to stay professional and keep my distance, I made you think I hated you."

"I never thought you hated me," Bucky said hurriedly, shaking his head. "Disliked, yes. Hated, no. But I haven't exactly been on my best behaviour either."

"What do you mean?"

"I have a lot of luggage. Most people don't exactly see past my... well, past. But Steve did without question. And then Sam followed. And then everyone else. But it seemed like you didn't. So I closed myself down with you. I think maybe I was a little scared of the same things as you." Bucky took a step closer and if he reached out, he could touch her now. "I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry too."

For a moment, they stared at each other, the air between them thick with emotion. And then, at the same time, they closed the distance. Arms went around the other, lips crashed, bodies pressed against each other. It was just as explosive as the night before, if not more. There was nothing in them holding back anymore. Last night had been almost business-like, just a reaction to different opinions and days and days of hard work and ages of repressed emotions reaching the end of the tether.

She ran her hands through Bucky's hair, revelling in the moan he made as her nails scraped lightly at his scalp. He needed to wash his hair, but she didn't care. She was no better, and he obviously didn't mind days of mission sticking to her skin as he kissed a trail down her chin to her neck. She threw her head back, giving him access and he tasted every inch of skin not covered by her thermal shirt. He kept tugging it down.

"Don't tear it," she said breathlessly, tugging lightly at his hair to warn him.

"Then get it off," he murmured against her skin.

Very reluctantly, she disentangled herself from him, already missing the warmth he radiated and the feel of him against her. Not helped by the whine he made from the loss of her in his arms and his almost stumble after her. She reached down and swiftly pulled the shirt off her head, dropping it to the floor. She took a few steps backwards, towards the bedroom, and nodded towards him. Bucky caught her meaning and tore off his own shirt.

Slowly moving towards and into the bedroom, clothes were shed, leaving a trail, but no furniture was destroyed this time. She had only her sensible black mission bra and underwear left when Bucky slowed down and stared as if hypnotized as she unclasped the bra behind her, let the straps fall from her shoulders, her arms keeping it in place. Then, it fell to the ground. Sure, he had seen her naked the previous night, but Bucky hadn't allowed himself to look then. He did now, etching every curve and line and scar and freckle into memory as he walked slowly towards her.

She tried to not feel self-conscious and managed for a few seconds, but then she felt heat bloom inside her and she looked down at her feet, arms folding across her chest. The way he was behaving and the way he was looking at her was so different from what she was used to, it was making all kinds of feelings bubble up inside her. Bucky shook his head and closed the distance.

She looked up at him.

"Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?" he said and weaved his fingers through her hair and ghosted his lips to hers before pulling back just enough to whisper against her lips. "I could stare at you forever, doll." Her arms immediately went up around his shoulders and she pressed her lips to his. He closed the space between them, let her feel how much he enjoyed the view of her. She moaned against him, pressing her hips against his and pulled him back towards the bed, teeth clashing, until she bumped her legs against the edge of it and lost her balance. Bucky tried to steady her with his arms around her waist, but she toppled backwards pulling him with her. He managed to brace himself so he didn't knock the wind out of her, and rolled to the side, chuckling.

"Sorry," she said.

But he just shook his head and went for her lips again. He just couldn't keep off her, now that he knew what kissing her properly was like, knew that she felt for him the same way he felt for her. Knew that both their hostility had been just a protective wall they had put up.

In a tangle of arms and legs, they scrambled up the bed. Bucky hovered above her, kissing down her neck, until she spread her legs, laid them around his waist and pulled him down. She gasped at just how hard he was already and how warm everything suddenly became, and began grinding against him. Bucky faltered a little, closing his eyes. Even if it had been less than twenty-four hours since they'd had sex, it didn't feel the same at all. He was sure he was going to come in seconds if she didn't stop already, and no matter how good that would feel right now, he did not want that embarrassment hanging over his head.

"You gotta stop doing that, sweetheart," he whispered against her shoulder. She halted immediately, pulling away slightly, but before she could even ask, he raised his head to look down at her. "You're going to make me come."

Heat flashed across her face, but she pushed her hips up, moving slowly against him. "Get my less than sexy practical underwear off then, so we can do it right."

Bucky's eyes flashed with hunger as he nearly ripped it off and made quick work of his own. "I'll do you right."

Steve and Natasha sat warm and snug in the Quinjet, surveying the very white landscape. A few pine trees were the only colour breaking up the blinding white. That and the suit they had borrowed from Tony to melt the snow around the cabin their friends were stuck in.

"I'm so glad we don't have to dig them out," Natasha commented.

"Yeah," Steve agreed. "It has been a real big avalanche."

"We would have been shovelling for days..."

The repulsors were doing a quick job of it, melting everything to water and then steam. They didn't want to flood the cabin. It almost looked like the cabin was on fire.

But a few minutes later, the suit lowered its arms and turned around to face the Quinjet, awaiting orders.

Steve pressed his earpiece. "You can come back in, thank you."

"I'll never get over how you speak to them like they're sentient." Natasha grinned at him, before hitting the button to open the hatch and let the suit in.

"They're just a brain cell away, and they do behave eerily lifelike." He stood up and pulled on a pair of gloves and donned the shield.

"What do you need that for?"

"I'm surprised they're not out already. They must have noticed the snow melting away. So... Just in case."

She considered him and then activated her Bites.

They jumped out of the Quinjet and approached the cabin a bit cautiously and then stopped by the front door. Steve cocked his head to try to listen.

"It's quiet inside."

"I'd expect them to be at each other's throats by now, having been cooped up together for so long." Natasha got the door unlocked and glanced at Steve. He grabbed the shield and held it in front of him, then nodded. Natasha wrenched the door open and Steve jumped in front and took one large step over the threshold, taking in the room.

Nothing. No one.

He stepped further in, Natasha following. "Where the hell are they?"

They both surveyed the room, taking in every detail. A strange noise came from behind the only other door in the cabin and Natasha nodded towards it. Again, Steve held the shield up and Natasha wrenched the door open. Steve then jumped into the opening, stood frozen for one single second, shouted "MY EYES" and scrambled away with his eyes screwed shut.

"What the hell?" someone said from inside.

Natasha poked her head past the door and looked inside, and what she saw made a huge grin spread across her lips.

On the bed, were two obviously naked people who had just scrambled apart, Bucky frantically trying to pull a blanket up to cover them. Skin glistening, bushy hair, puffy lips, there was no doubt to what Natasha and Steve had just interrupted.

"Guess it wasn't such a hurry after all," Natasha said, trying hard not to laugh. "Get dressed." And she closed the door, laughing.

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parkjess · 4 years ago

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hi there! can i request for an astro accidental drunk confession to the reader where the reader tried to take care of them because they’re drunk & they thought it was someone else or something like that!! im not sure if i make sense ��

Thank you for requesting!🥰

Note: Since I can’t really imagine a different reaction for the 6 of them, this one will be in pairs I think would act the same.

Sorry for writing this forever! I had a writing block and needed time to get inspiration.🙏🏻

Myungjun& Moonbin:

He was on his way back home when he texted you he’ll be there in a while, so you made the bed for him, assuming he will be tired after a night out with the boys.

He was staying at your place for the weekend since he had work to do around, and his own place was 2 hours away from here. So you gave him the spare room you had in your apartment you share with your other best friend, his sister.

Waiting for him to open the door, but it was too late now and you didn’t hear anything from him for a while now since he last texted you. Suddenly, a weird noise, such as a ball hitting a wall was heard at the front door.

Worriedly, you jumped off the couch, heading straight to check where the noise came from.

Opening the door, there was your friend, all spread on the floor now, arms seemed to give in.

“Oh my god!” You accidentally shout too loudly, immediately placing a hand on your mouth, calling out to your friend for help. Both of you make an attempt to lift the drunk guy, but eventually drag him on the floor to his temporary bedroom.

“Why did you drink so much, dummy.” You hit his arm playfully while your other hand dips a towel in a water bowl, placing it on his forehead. He didn’t say anything but only opened his eyes a bit, as if he just woke up, feeling dizzy.

You grabbed the water bowl to bring a new one, but as you just lift yourself of his bed you were sitting on until now, he grips you arm and stops you with the small amount of energy he has left. He calls you by his sister’s name, but she left as soon as you started to take care of him.

“Wait, I’ll bring more water.” You didn’t even bother telling him not to move anywhere because you know he’s tired and tipsy. -“I like y/n so much where is she~” he whines as you stay there shocked from what you just heard. What the hell, he thinks I’m his sister!

You decided not to interrupt him and just listen to his words, as you already knew, the truth comes out when he’s drunk. Not bothering to tell him you are not his sister, he won’t even remember this in a few hours.

“Bro...” you call him, feeling uncomfortable by calling your childhood crush like that but it doesn’t even matter now. “I’ll bring you something to eat.” Only looking for an excuse to run away. -“I should tell y/n I love her...” he says in a drunk, low voice, grabbing his phone to call you.

“No, no you should rest now.” You take his phone and throw it somewhere else on the bed, heading to the kitchen.

When you came back you see his face lighten up, he took his phone and texted someone. Suddenly your phone got a notification he noticed, him sending you his confession in many texts was a mess since he could hear every notification you got whenever he sent.

-“OMO! It’s you...” he says surprised, yet his voice still shaking from being drunk and wasted. “I- you need to rest, go to sleep, it’s too late. I’ll be here in the morning.” You say finally and get out of the room, leaving him blushing, not worried enough due to the fact he won’t remember this after tonight.

In the morning he woke up to the sunlight shining bright in his eyes, bothered by it a little. Flexing out his arm to search for his phone on the bed, finding it within seconds and grabbing it with the least of power he has so early in the morning, well, early for a person who got drunk at midnight.

‘Are you awake yet?’ That was a text you sent him few minutes ago, maybe that’s the reason he woke up?

Oh shit, you thought. I shouldn’t have send it, he would read the last texts from last night!

“Hey! Good morning, how do you feel?” You break at once into his room, opening the door widely, making him jump and throw his phone away. -“you scared me! At least knock before you open the door like that!” He shouts, coughing because his morning voice gets cut.

-“I saw the messages.” He says when he gets out of the bed, wearing his shoes and fixing his hair, before you even get the chance to say something. “I hoped you won’t...” you confess. -“Yeah I don’t remember sending them but I only remember getting drunk with the others. So I guess I wasn’t supposed to say that.”

“Is that true?”

-“Yeah you brought me here.”

“Not that you were drunk, idiot. What’s you said there.” You point at the phone that was laying on the carpet, upside down, with your head.

-“They say you never tell lies when you’re tipsy.”

“You could’ve just say it’s true, why all the poetic shit all of the sudden?”

-“Why you’re so mad so early in the morning?” He asks, stepping closer to you, you’re still wearing your pajamas, as well as he wears his last night’s clothes.

“Because, for years I’ve been waiting for you to say you love me, I hoped you will. And this is not how wanted it to be...”

-“Wa-wa-wait... does that mean- oh my- you love me back?”

“Stupid idiot, yeah why did you think I became friends with your sister?”

-“I think... do you wanna go on a date with me, y/n?” He smiles at the end, when your name comes out of his mouth, so softly.

“Promise you won’t get drunk there?”

-“Maybe only for you to take care of me.” He says, leaving a smirk.

Jinwoo & Dongmin:

You were sitting with your group of friends at the restaurant, celebrating whatever kind of a good reason to drink to.

It was the best night ever, full of laughter and pure joy, but something felt too good to be true, and you had a feeling something weird is going to happen.

The older friends started with small shots, then moved to being completely wasted because of the bottles of alcohol they shoved straight to their brain. You and the younger ones didn’t have any idea what’s going on with the other ones, but only looked at what they are doing drunk like they were.

Fortunately, the restaurant wasn’t crowded as usual, and it was quite late for people to come in, even though it’s the middle of Seoul.

At some point, you and your younger friends, who tried to prevent themselves from getting drunk, sat there as if you were watching a show, of the three others arguing loudly, like they usually do while the beer starts to effect.

“Oh my god what are they doing?” You whisper to one of your friends, who was sitting beside you, taking a bite from a pork rib.

-“Don’t ask me, I’m not responsible for that.” He jokingly answers, as one of the actors of the show suddenly stands up, his chair meeting the wall 3 meters behind, making all of you startled.

“Yah!” He shouts, you look at him with eyes open wide as he looks down straight at you, pointing out his finger toward your direction.

“Y/n!” He claims your name loudly, you turned red only from embarrassment while the others look at you with surprise.

-“Please, lets go home.” You say, trying to pull him back down before it gets worse, nodding your head to the owner of the restaurant who apparently got scared they started a fight.

“I love you y/n!” All of the sudden, the sentence you never thought you’ll hear from him, comes out, and you’re not the only one who hears it.

-“Oh my!” You cover your face after hitting your own forehead with your palm, -“I knew something weird is going to happen!” You murmur under your lips.

“Daebak!” Sanha drops his chopsticks on the table, shocked at his friend who just confessed. The other two drunk friends of yours who were loud until now, all became quiet.

“I love y/n with my whole heart.” Oh my, you thought.

-“Lets please end this night and go back to the dorm.” You nearly beg your sober friends, dying for this embarrassing moment will end soon.

When back at the dorms, you went straight to take care of the drunk babies, especially that one who confessed earlier tonight. Even though you nearly fell asleep while standing, you forced yourself to make sure they are going to sleep.

“Hyung, I love y/n so much.” He says softly to you, smiling unconsciously.

-“Shut up, I’m not your hyung.” You whisper to him as you place a towel on his burning forehead, bringing a bucket in case he wants to throw up.

For years you tried to hide and even delete your feelings for him, which didn’t work. And now you feel even more in trouble since he feels the same about you.

You decided to leave him a message for the next day when he wakes up:

‘I wasn’t your hyung, not even for a moment, last night.

I hope you don’t remember but I really wanna think you do.

I love you too. Y/n.”

Minhyuk& Sanha:

You were sitting with your best friend at a family gathering, his family this time after last time he was at your parents’ house.

Without you notice, he started to drink alcohol, shots that his cousins raised to cheers, and you didn’t even touch it though the adults might see this as disrespectful, but both you and your friend decided you’ll be in charge of driving tonight back to the dorms, despite the fact you weren’t the kind of a drinker.

At first he only started to whisper weird things in your ear you barely understood because it was unclear, then, he asked for more shots from his father, and you’re the only one who noticed the weird behavior of him. And maybe his mother too, but you said nothing yet. Until he stood up, starting to yell something, but you were wise and fast enough to put him back down and shush him before he embarrasses himself any more without being aware to it.

“Please control yourself, the night is almost over.” You whisper to him while holding his wrist close to you.

Luckily, his mother was sitting on the other side of yours. “Can I take him to your room? He’s completely wasted.” You ask her politely, she nodded her head with a slight worry spread on her face, like the loving mother she is to her son.

And you did, nodding to the rest of the family while holding the big, drunk baby, so he won’t fall down. “I told you you’ll end up drinking, you never listen to me...” you say to him, even though he can’t really understand who you are right now or what you’re saying, but you did warn him before.

Sighing, pulling over his parent’s bed cover to make it comfortable for him to rest until he hopefully falls asleep. -“Mom...” he whispers loudly when he looks at you with his lids half closed, then grabs your hand. “I-“

-“Tell y/n she should stay here, it’s too late I can’t leave her driving alone at night...” your eyes widened at the sudden worry your friend just claimed about, wondering how much of alcohol he has in his blood right now that he doesn’t even recognize you while looking at you.

“Y/n will be okay, she’s not a baby.” You reply, without bothering to explain anything to him. But he only whines and being stubborn about you going back alone.

-“Aish- no! Mom I want her to be with me, and she is a baby. To me. You know how much I like her...” If you were surprised by his sudden worry a minute ago, now you’re completely shocked by his words.

“What are you talking about? I’m- I mean, y/n is a smart girl, she can...” you don’t know what, but something stopped you from keeping on talking, you just let him be and agree to everything he says. “Okay, son. She will stay here tonight.” You lied, but he won’t remember it anyway in the morning.

You went out of the room with your friend smiling at the thought of you staying there, it was way too weird for you to think he likes you, because you liked him forever now, even though you tried to hide and forget these feelings since you don’t to ruin your long term friendship. You’re like a daughter to his parents, especially his mom, but you couldn’t not tell her what you’re trying to process in your own mind.

“He thinks I’m you, and he really insists I’m gonna stay here tonight, so I agreed because he won’t remember he even asked for it.” There was that motherly look she gave you, patting your shoulder and listening to you. -“Wait, so you leave?” She asks, surprised, you can see how much he looks like her when she does that face.

“Yes of course, but I’ll leave once he’s asleep.” You wanted to check if he’s all good and don’t need any help, ignoring the fact he is in his parents’ place, where he used to live since he was born and until he grew up. Maybe that’s was just the way you were taking care of him as much as you can.

-“Why won’t you stay, y/n?” His mother speaks up when you pour water into a glass to give your friend and check up on him. “I really don’t want to be a burden...” you furrowed your brows, surprised at her offer like you were surprised from her son.

-“You’re not, I ask you to stay.” She says, as if it was a command.

“If it’s that case, I can’t refuse.” You smile at her and she does the same.

On that night, her mother let you both sleep together on her and her husband’s bed, just because she trusted you and her own child.

In the morning, he rised with the sun, stretching his hands, accidentally bumping into your neck, waking you up. -“Oh my god y/n! What are you doing here?”

“Oh! What time is it?” You couldn’t believe you actually fell asleep, it was difficult for you to sleep on others’ beds, and you tried to sleep the whole night, don’t even remember when you drifted to dreamland.

He was smiling a bit, never thought he would wake up next to you, in his parents’ place. “I- You were drunk last night and you asked your mom for me to stay.” You say as you cover your mouth due to the morning breath he didn’t care about.

-“I did? Oh my god...” he almost whispered only to himself, but you were close enough to hear that. Not sure if he already realized he confessed his feelings, but surely worried about it and thinking of how he can you ask you if you already know how he feels without actually asking it.

“You’re sweet.” You say at once while watching him overthinking, staring at the empty ceiling, his eyes are full of little stars, he turns his head when your words snap him out of his thoughts.

-“Hu- What? We’re you talking to me?” His blinking fast as if he didn’t see clearly.

“Can you see anyone else here?”

-“Why would you say that?” He has that slightly cold personality when someone he admires compliments him, and you, oh he admires you a lot.

“Remember how you told me few days ago that every word that comes from a one’s mouth, has a reason and meaning?” You remind him, without both of you to notice, your bodies got close to each other and you face him so closely right now, scanning his beautiful skin.

-“Uhm... well?” He looks like he doesn’t listen, but he looks so beautiful looking straight into your eyes like this. “Then I believe it now.” You say and pick yourself up at once from the bed, wearing the slippers his mother gave you.

-“What has changed?” He asks, lifting himself on his elbow to support his body up on the bed, looking at you while you’re stepping to the door, taking one last look at him with a smile and say, “The fact that you said you love me, without being aware of it yourself.” You finally say, leaving the boy with an answer but completely confused, while heading out of the room.

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jeonggukingdom · 5 years ago

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✰ m a s t e r l i s t

[ All the stories linked in this masterlist are the fruit of my own imagination, don’t copy or re-post elsewhere without permission. ]

I crosspost all of my stories on AO3 and nowhere else so if you find them somewhere other than these two accounts, please report them to me, thank you. I do not allow reposting, not even with credits, and I don’t allow translations of my stories, especially if you never asked me permission to do so.

⟶ guilty as charged ⟶ ✘ ↳ established relationship!AU, FBI-agent!AU, dom!AU ⟶ one-shot ✪

« Your boyfriend works for the FBI and you have learned how to appease him when he comes back home tired and stressed from work. Tonight, though, when he enters and you immediately take on your submissive stance, you still have no idea what you are going to get. When he ties you to the chair and spreads your legs, though, you quickly realize you are in for a treat.»

⟶ longing in Tokyo ⟶ ✘☀︎ ↳ established relationship!AU ⟶ one-shot

« It has been just two weeks. Two bloody weeks of nothing but text messages and phone calls and, quite frankly, Namjoon can’t simply take it anymore. He needs you. And it’s exactly that firing desire that prompts him to call you in the middle of the night in the hopes of quenching his unyielding desire for you once and for all.»

⟶ coming soon

⟶ love in the times of movies and duvets [feat. Jungkook] ⟶ ✘ ↳ exhibitionists!AU, three-some!AU ⟶ one-shot

« At the annual reunion at your friend’s house for an Harry Potter movie marathon rewatch, things get spicy between you and your boyfriend Jeongguk while everyone else is asleep. Or so you thought. When you catch Yoongi staring at you with one of his hands on his crotch, you can’t help but invite him in on the fun for a night none of you three will ever forget. »

⟶ to the beat of my heart ⟶ ✘ ↳ dancer!AU ⟶ one-shot ✪

« When you walk into the studio that Sunday afternoon, all you expect is a lonely and chill practice session but, a few hours later, your programs are shattered in thousand pieces by the unexpected presence of Jung Hoseok. And nothing could have prepared you for what he had in store for you. »

⟶ the bride of Ashmedai ⟶ ✘☀︎☁︎ ↳ demon!AU ⟶ one-shot

« You were born with only one purpose to fulfill: sacrifice your life to a Prince of Hell and save your entire lineage from eternal damnation. When blood trickled from your hand that night you were ready for doom or even worse, death. What you didn’t expect was for you to find gentle eyes of molten chocolate waiting for you and a wanton tongue welcoming you home. » ↳ alternatively: the prince of lust has a thing for cunnilingus and, apparently, so do you.

⟶ under the spell of a demon’s touch ⟶ ✘☀︎☁︎ ↳ incubus!AU ⟶ one-shot ✪

« You had believed, for your entire life, that creatures of the underworld were only a myth but you were proven wrong by the existence of Jimin. He is, according to his definition, a smaller type of Fae called Incubus. A creature of sex. Someone that can only live and strive as long as his sexual appetite is satiated every day. And Incubi are known in all of their myths to be insatiable and ravenous creatures. »

⟶ salacious propositions ⟶ ✘ ↳ phone-sex-operators!AU ⟶ one-shot

« You had been friends for years now and you were quite accustomed to the crazy ideas of Kim Taehyung but when he proposed to you a summer of working as phone-sex operators you had your doubts. Still, you indulged him and one day, passing in front of his door, you hear him. Next thing you know, you’re asking him to watch him as he works and well, from a call to being sprawled on his bed the step is ridiculously short. »

⟶ dick on the go ⟶ ✘☀︎★ ↳ friends!AU ⟶ one-shot ✪

« It was all shits and giggles when you and Taehyung were desperate seniors in High School, having no idea what to do with your lives, wondering if you’d ever find a decent job or even graduate in the first place. It is not so funny anymore when you come home from the big city to enjoy your vacation time and you find his sex-shop right in front of the house you grew up in when you were a kid. “If nothing works out I’m just gonna open a sex shop and call it something obnoxious like ‘Dick on the Go’ or something with a stupid zucchini logo flashing on top of the building.” He had said one time. Shit, you had no idea he actually meant it. »

⟶ across a lifetime ⟶ ✘☀︎ ☁︎ ↳ time-travel!AU, criminals!AU, sci-fi ⟶ one-shot

« In your world only a few rules exist: don’t reveal your true identity to anyone, kill or be killed and, most importantly, do not get caught. It only takes a few moments for the scale to be tipped to the wrong side, for the fine equilibrium to be easily ruptured by an inexplicable turn of events and for you to lose the only person that ever mattered to you. With the love of your life lost in the distant past, you are left with only one option: get caught.»

⟶ the shower experiment ⟶ ✘☀︎ ↳ newlyweds!AU ⟶ drabble

« You thought being on a honeymoon was not only about the sex but also about the cities and making memories together and taking pictures for everyone to see. Instead, you have been stuck in your hotel room and your infaticable husband has no intention of leaving anytime soon. The next room to conquer? The bathroom and, more precisely, the shower. »

⟶ the sea watcher ⟶ ☁︎✘ ☀︎ ↳ pirate!AU, witch!AU ⟶ one-shot ✪

« They call the women of your kind “The Sea Watchers.” Born under the favor of the Gods, your kind was bestowed with the power to bend air and water to your will. And with that power, you are set on saving the lives of your brother and your lover, Jeon Jeongguk. Two years have passed since you last saw either of them but you kept your promise, you have waited for him to return and now, all that is left to find out is if he has waited for you too. »

⟶ your every wish is my command ⟶ ✘☀︎★ ↳ genie!AU ⟶ one-shot ✪

« It’s Friday night and everyone you know in a 12 miles radius seems to be out and about dancing or drinking their lives away. Bored out of your mind you decide to call out the Genie that happened to fell in your hands a month prior to this very night. You just want some company, somebody to talk to and entertain you but things take a spicy turn when you accidentally make your very first wish and it’s a rather impious one. »

⟶ house of cards ⟶ ☁︎✘ ↳ apocalypse!AU, zombie!AU ⟶ one-shot

«What does safe mean when you are chased by zombie, when every corner you turn could be the last one for you? What do words like home and future mean when you’re always on the run and every moment could be your last? They mean nothing and everything at the same time and Jeongguk is all of the above. He is your safe haven, he is your home and he is your future. But things like that crumble easily in your world. »

⟶ split at the seams ⟶ ☁︎✘☀︎ ↳ dystopian!AU « Life in the Outskirts is not easy or grand and waking up every morning is both a blessing and a curse. On the verge of the breaking point, Jeongguk turns to the only thing out there able to save you: The Ring. So that first night, when he came home battered and bruised holding more money in one hand that you had seen in quite some time, you knew trouble would quickly follow. But if there’s something that life has taught you it’s this: as long as you and Jeongguk are together, nothing can stop you. »

⟶ splinters of love ⟶ ☁︎✘☀︎★ ↳ a collection of drabbles (one for each day of April) based on prompts by an online prompts’ generator site.

#!masterlist

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emmies-archives · 5 years ago

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The Quiet Help

Ghost!Shinso Hitoshi X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Death,

Word Count: 3.1k

Summary: You move into your new apartment, unknowing it came with a free roommate. Who is also a ghost, and very good looking?

The first few nights in a new apartment can be a little difficult to adjust. It takes a while to really know a place. Secrets living in the walls aren’t given as a housewarming gift. Everything is waiting to be discovered. Somethings are good; the sun shining in the windows could light up the entire space, or there was a nice breeze if you opened the shutters. Some, were not as relaxing; the way the walls creaked in the wind, or the way the darkness seemed to gather in the corners of the room at night.

Not everyone knows the history of the place when they first move in. Some never even find anything out about the space they live in. It’s those lucky few that are deemed worthy enough to see what a building really has to offer.

That’s what happened to you, though you weren’t sure if you were exactly lucky.

Your parents always told you to be careful with the energies that flowed around you. Messing with something too much or talking something more than you should could bring something into existence.

You knew not to use things like Ouija boards and other items that had a deep connection with the spiritual world. You always seemed to have a keen sense of those things. Something always urged you to stay away from stuff like that. It was almost like you were blessed.

That old saying that a blessing is also a curse that began to reflect on you though.

You started to notice odd things your second week in your new apartment. Surprisingly you had found a two-bedroom apartment for a pretty low price.

Stuff you swore you had placed in one spot was moved. Shadows stared at you from the corner of your eyes, disappearing when you turned to look. Noises in the middle of the night, right outside of your locked bedroom door. The oddities happening weren’t enough to startle you, but you were shaken enough to ask your friend to stay over for a couple nights. Just to make sure you weren’t losing your mind.

“Thanks again, Mina.” The girl grinned at you with two thumbs up.

“No problem, Y/n! I might get to see ghosts!”

“Hey, no. There are no ghosts here.” You didn’t know if you were trying to convince her or yourself.

After a night of watching movies and a dinner of random snacks, you had in your cupboard, both of you fell asleep quickly. Mina insisted on staying in your room rather than the room down the hall.

It was around two in the morning when the Mina was woken by intense thirst. She moved swiftly from your room to the kitchen without waking you. The groan from the pipes as she got a glass of water did though. She smiled when she came back into the room and saw you up.

“You didn’t tell me your roommate was so cute!” She squealed quietly poking your side. In your sleepy state, you just mumbled and moved away from her hands. It took you a moment for her words to actually register in your brain.

“What!?” You gasped sitting up quickly staring at the girl.

“His purple hair is so adorable!” She giggled and pulled the covers up to her chin, “But don’t worry, if you like him, I guess that I can let you have him this time.”

“Mina.” You whispered after a second. “Are you sure?”

“What are you guys just friends, does that mean I can shoot my shot. Oh my go-“

“Mina, I don’t have a roommate.” You cut off her rambling, a panic look covering your features. Her brows furrowed and she looked up at you.

“Um, then who is on your couch?”

Your heart dropped and you almost pushed Mina out of the bed to get to the living room. You could make out a silhouette of a person on your couch. When you turned on the lights, however, nothing was there. You stood staring at the spot for a moment.

“You okay Y/n?” Mina asked standing in the threshold of your room. An uneasy feeling came over you and you turned to look at her.

“Are you absolutely sure that you saw someone?”

“Yeah! I’m one hundred percent sure.” The small smile fell from her face when she saw your worried state. This proved that you weren’t going crazy. That every weird thing that has happened wasn’t a figment of your imagination.

“We’re sleeping with the lights on.”

Nothing out of the ordinary happened the next few days, you were too busy to even think about the person that Mina saw. You left for work while the sun was still asleep, coming back home at a time no normal person would be up.

Your work was exhausting. You didn’t notice the small things that were happening around your apartment. When you woke up for work, your clothes were nicely folded on the chair in the corner. The night before you had thrown them in a pile. Something from your fruit basket would somehow end up right next to your keys, it would be your morning meal. Even if you came home and collapsed into bed, falling asleep the moment your head hit your pillow; you would always wake up with a fully charged phone that you never remembered putting on the charger.

There was one day that you noticed something. It was a horrible day out and you had woken up late. Because you were rushing, the thought of grabbing an umbrella slipped your mind completely. You were going to be forced to run to work in the rain until you saw there was an umbrella hooked on the strap of your purse. The place you kept your umbrellas was nowhere near you hung your purse. There was no way you could’ve accidentally placed it there.

Weeks passed and the same things kept on. You started to realize the small things slowly, you knew you never did any of them. The previous signs of a haunting were gone, so you weren’t worried. It wasn’t like these things were harming you in any way.

In a way, you were grateful to whatever thing was helping you along. A good morning definitely led you to be less stressed at work, you even felt more relaxed at home.

The only thing you still wondered about was the boy that Mina saw. You hadn’t seen any more shadows around the apartment, you started to thing the silhouette you saw was just your sleepy eyes believing Mina.

Your conclusion that you were just tired changed one day. The paperwork at your agency was a little less relentless and you were able to leave earlier than normal. The nights of you coming home in the dark had stopped, but you were able to leave in the middle of the day.

Wanting to savor the time off, you went straight to your apartment excited to relax. It took almost no time to get through the door and shed yourself of your outerwear. Something in your gut stopped you, and you looked up towards your kitchen just in time to see a flash of purple hair slip around the corner towards the guest room. Your heart skipped and you rushed forward trying to catch whatever it was.

You threw open the guestroom door but you were met with the empty room. Maybe you really were going crazy. You almost said your thoughts out loud. You walked back to the kitchen and saw something that hadn’t been there when you left.

On your kitchen table sat a half-empty mug of coffee, it was still steaming.

You decided after that day something, someone else was living in your apartment with you. You were glad that whatever it was wasn’t malicious.

On your next day off you went to the leasing office in search of some answers. There had to be a reason the price of the apartment was so low, you hadn’t thought about it before.

The woman at the leasing off looked a little worried when you questioned her about it.

“They were supposed to tell you about it when you signed the papers.” She said and handed you a file. “It was the tenants before you. There were two boys living there. The younger one was the one who moved out.”

You opened the folder and looked up at her. “What about the other one?”

“Well, he passed away in his room in the middle of the night. He had unknowingly suffered from lasting effects of a villains quirk.” She basically mumbled and pointed at the corner of the file at a picture. There were two boys in it. You recognized the shorter one, it was a younger version of the hero, Deku. “That’s him.” Her finger rested on the taller boy, with wild purple hair.

The only word that fell from your lips was a soft “Oh.”

The story that the leasing agent told you was the only thing on your mind. You had to do something about it.

Using the cover of your hero agency, you got in touch with Deku. You said you had a few questions about his hero gear and wanted to set up a meeting with him. He was fine with meeting you at a local coffee shop.

You brought the file the agent let you borrow with you, holding it tightly into your chest. You saw the green-haired boy sitting at a table in the corner and smiled when he noticed you.

“Hello, Deku.” He nodded with a smile.

“Hi Y/H/N! It’s nice to finally meet you!” He said excitedly. The two of you ordered drinks and started small talk about his equipment, your agencies and being a hero.

“I’m sorry, Deku. I’m afraid I wasn’t completely truthful in why I wanted to meet with you.” You set the file on the table between you. You pulled out the picture and faced it towards him.

“Is that…” Deku trailed off looking at the picture.

“You see, I live in the same apartment you used to be roommates with him.” Deku starred at the picture with so much intensity you thought it would catch fire from his gaze. “I just wanted to know if you had experienced anything weird after.” You stopped yourself, unsure what to say next. You didn’t want to make the boy upset. He was quiet for a moment starring at the picture still. “I’m sorry, this was stupid to ask you. I’m sorry if I brought up any unpleasant feelings.”

“I did.” He interrupted you.

“What?”

“After, you know,” He motioned to the picture, “ I don’t think that he left completely, per se.”

“That makes sense.” You whispered slightly to yourself.

“I’m guessing he is trying to contact you?”

“I’m not sure. Stuff just keeps happening. At first, it was random and spaced apart. Now it seems something happens every day. My friend even saw him one time.” You had shown Mina the picture and she screamed. You knew now that she wasn’t mistaken.

“I would tell you to be careful but honestly, I don’t think he’s bad. It might be a little scary but I really think he is good. When he was alive, he was one of the most gentle, loving people I knew. It was not fair what happened, but sometimes things are better off this way.” Deku smiled up at you, tears were brimming his eyes. “Can I keep this photo?”

“Um. Ghost?” You said after a while of pulling courage together. You headed back to your apartment promising to meet with Deku again. “I think I met someone close to you today.”

Nothing happened as you seemingly talked to no one, standing in your kitchen. After a while, you felt like giving up. It was already night time and you had to get up early for work in the morning.

“Before I go to sleep, I guess I should tell you that Midoriya says hello and that he hopes you’re doing well.”

It took you a while to fall asleep, your thoughts were a blur. As you were drifting off though there was a warm presence in front of you.

“Thank you, y/n.” A soft voice said. You looked up with the last bit of consciousness you had and saw a faint glint of purple in the moonlight.

The next day at work seemed to pull all of your energy from you. You had fought three different criminals in the streets, you had paperwork up to your ears and you even though you slept the entire night you felt like you didn’t sleep at all.

The morning started out normal, but the day seemed to only progressively get worse. You didn’t even get a chance to breathe in between the criminal attacks. To say that you were exhausted was an understatement.

When you were finally able to go back to your apartment, you still had another report to write. You didn’t remember being a hero was so tedious.

You settled at the coffee table in your living room with your laptop, crossing your legs. About halfway through the report you could feel your vision blurring and decided to take a break. Thinking a glass of water would help, you got up and made your way to the kitchen. In a single second, the ground went from stable to twisting.

You braced yourself to hit the hard tile but instead, you felt arms wrap around you. Your body was limp and you could barely catch your breath. With the last of your strength, you looked up meeting a pair of dark purple eyes.

When you finally woke, it was with a start. You saw that you were in your bed and confusion set in. How did you end up here?

“You’re up.” You whipped around at the sound of a voice, startled. You calmed slightly when you saw who it came from. The boy from the photo stood a few feet from your bed. He was fairly tall with wild purple hair, dark purple eyes that had heavy bags under them. There was a paleness to his skin. He held his hand at the back of his neck and he looked a little nervous. He took a step forward and you must’ve shifted back because he stopped. “Oh, uh, sorry.”

It took you a second to find your voice, “No, no it's okay.” You looked away awkwardly and picked at the blanket that lay over you. “I’m assuming you caught me.’

“Yeah.”

“Thank you.”

“Really, Y/n. You push yourself too hard sometimes.” Your eyes snapped up at him, widened. He knew your name. You felt a little silly at reacting like that. “Shit, I’m sorry. I must be scaring you.”

“No!” You started, causing him to tear his gaze from the ground. “I’m just surprised, you seem to know me so well.”

“Yeah, sorry. You’ve been here for months now, you’re the only person I’ve seen in a while.”

“Oh right, I guess you would know a little bit about me then.” A soft smile fell on your lips, “Thank you for all the little things you’ve done for me in the past. Like hanging my umbrella on my purse that one time. And stop saying sorry!”

“Oh, sorry.” A blush spread across the boy’s cheeks and he grinned slightly, “You’re welcome. I tried to no get noticed.” You moved over on your bed, sitting up all the way. He hesitantly sat on the edge of your bed when you motioned him over. The two of you were quiet for a moment. “Thank you for talking to Midoriya, I-“ He paused, “I think he was someone important to me when I was alive. When you said his name, a couple memories came over me.”

“That’s good, I guess.” You said and looked over at him. There was a sadness to him, it was ever so slight. “Do you not remember before you, um.”

“Not really. When I try to think about it, it feels like my mind is swimming. There are a few things that I can remember, like Midoriya and emotions. But other than that, there isn’t much.” The sadness grew stronger in him, you could see it on his face now. Without even thinking, you reached out to grab his hand. He tensed slightly, and you were surprised that you could actually hold his hand. When he relaxed and smiled at you.

“I don’t know if I can be of any help, but I want to try. As much as you helped me in the past few months, I want to help you.” You whispered.

“I would like that.” He said quietly and after a moment he leaned down resting his head on your shoulder. You squeezed his hand and smiled. “I’m glad I could help you even a little.”

It was quiet for a while between you two, for some reason you felt so close to this boy. This ghost. Somehow there was a connection.

“So, you know a lot about me.” You started and he shifted his head to look up at you. “Is there anything else that you know about yourself?”

He thought for a few seconds and nodded. “My name. It’s Shinso Hitoshi. You don’t have to call me ghost anymore.” You could feel your cheeks burn a bit until a yawn ripped from your throat. Shinso started to get up seeing that you were tiring again. “I know you don’t work tomorrow, but you still need your rest. Y/n”

“Shinso, wait.” You said pulling him down onto the bed again. “Stay with me.”

Shinso smiled at you and rubbed his thumb over your hand. “I can’t promise that I’ll be here when you wake up. Sometimes I can’t hold this form for long.”

“That’s okay, I just don’t want you to be alone right now.” Shinso felt his chest ache slightly, reaching over to turn the lamp off. He slid down in the bed with you and you nestled yourself into his side, his arms wrapping around you. “I hope I didn’t scare you with the things I did.”

You giggled quietly, “Now that I know that the ghost haunting my apartment is this good looking, I think I’ll be okay with being scared more.” You could feel his chest vibrate with his laugh.

“Go to sleep, Y/n.”

“Good night, Shinso.” You whispered and drifted off almost immediately. He placed a small kiss to the top of your hair.

“I’ll try to still hold you in my arms when you wake up.”

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borhap-au · 5 years ago

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Coming home (to his wife and kids). Ben Hardy au.

The biggest nightmare that Ben had was to be an absentee father. He always dreamt of a big family and when he finally managed to have one with you, he wanted to give you all the time that he could. Unfortunately, his career got in the way. There was even a time when Ben considered giving up acting to be with you at home, but you didn’t let him. You knew how hard he worked for what he achieved in Hollywood, and you told him many times, there was much more yet to come. You had two babysitters who sometimes came and helped you with all five of your kids, usually there were also yours or Ben’s parents around. You didn’t really need more help with the kids as such, but you couldn’t help but miss your husband when he was gone for a few weeks.

The kids missed him too. Especially your oldest boy, Freddie, and the twins, Brian and Roger, second in line. Even your two year old, John, sometimes asked about dad, even though he wasn’t the one to speak too much. Not because he couldn’t, but because as the quiet one of the group, he simply didn’t want to.

To the house full of boys finally came another girl, to join forces with you. You called her after your favorite female artist, since Ben was in charge of picking names for boys. Obviously. She was still very small and Benny hated he couldn’t be there for her all the time. Especially since the first months of the child are the most important. He missed you all terribly and always called and facetimed you anytime he could. You hardly had time to speak with him, really. Your sons always took your phone or sat in front of the laptop and talked with dad about all that happened that day. They even started giving him daily reports on how their sister has been, since they were all very protective of the youngest one.

Ben asked for any free days almost every day at work. He was not lazy, he sometimes worked harder than the rest of the cast, but he really wanted to see you and the kids. Finally, there came an occasion. It came out of the blue, he wasn’t expecting it. But it was a nice surprise he was definitely going to use.

He packed his bags fast and got on the first plane that took him back home to you. It was a night flight, and he landed in the morning. When the taxi got him home, all of you were sleeping. He quietly entered the bedroom only to see almost his entire family sleeping peacefully in the king size bed. You were on the verge of it, making as much place for the kids as it was possible. Your daughter was in the center of the bed, like a real queen. Freddie was sleeping next to your legs, and Brian and Roger took the remaining space. Only John was sleeping in his crib, without any disturbance and avoiding the threat of getting accidentally kicked in the head during the night.

Ben smiled and looked at all of you for a few minutes, but then decided there’s no time to lose, since you didn’t have many occasions to be all together, since three of your sons already went to school, had after school activities, and Ben obviously worked. So he came up to you first and softly kissed your lips. You moved away being all confused and a bit scared, but when you saw his face, you brought his face closer again and kissed him passionately.

“What are you doing here?” you whispered, confused, but obviously also very happy to see him. He smiled at you and kissed your head.

“Came back home early to my gang. Couldn’t wait to see you, guys.” you smiled and looked at your children, all sleeping peacefully. Ben came up to Freddie and started tickling him. At first he only moved around trying to avoid the tickles, but then he started laughing and opened his eyes.

“Dad!” he screamed and jumped to hug him. Ben smiled holding him in his arms and patting his back. You sit up on the bed smiling at the view, while Roger yawned.

“Why are you scream- DAD!” and he jumped to hug him as well, while pushing Brian with his leg. “Get up, you lazy butthead! Dad’s here!” Roger screamed. You raised your brow.

“Roggie, we don’t use such language in this house” but he didn’t listen to you, just climbed on Ben’s arms. Brian opened his eyes in disbelief and smiled widely.

“Dad!” he was another one to hug him. From all the screaming, John and your little baby girl woke up too. After all the hugging and welcoming, Ben told his kids to fast go to the bathroom to brush their teeth and then go to the kitchen.

They all run fast to the big sink you had. John put his little box in front of the sink and climbed on it, to be able to reach his toothbrush. Meanwhile, Ben changed his daughter’s diapers. You smiled looking at him doing so. You missed that view. Daddy Ben, your husband, taking care of his little kids.

Later on they all run to the kitchen in their pajamas. Well – you did too. Only Ben had normal clothes on, while you held your little daughter in your hands, rocking her, and the boys were fighting about what they will make for breakfast.

“Pancakes!” screamed Roger.

“Dad prefers eggs and bacon!” argued Freddie.

“Boys, boys, calm down. Don’t worry, we can make everything everyone wants” he smiled petting his twins’ heads. And they did.

They started with the pancakes, and already while taking the flour out of the cupboard, they dropped it on the floor, making it spread all over the kitchen. They were all white, standing there terrified. When after ten seconds neither you nor Ben started to scream at them for it, they took the flour and started to throw it at each other. The mess was overwhelming. There was no way their pajamas were used for anything else in this state. You told the boys to take their pajamas off and went to put them in the washing machine, while Ben took your daughter on his hands. It didn’t stop the boys from fighting, though. Moreover, one of them took an egg and throw it at the other. This was an end.

You didn’t let them continue for much longer, and they did have to at least swipe the floor before they continued cooking. After all, one of them could slip and bump their head. Out of the things that were left in the fridge, they decided to make toasts. Each one of them made them with whatever they wanted to put in them, which obviously turned into a contest of who will put the most in his toast and then try to squeeze it into the sandwich machine.

You and your husband watched the boys fighting over every single little thing and just made sure they won’t hurt themselves or each other, but without interfering in their business. You just made sure no one will cut their fingers while cutting ham or anything else, but most of the work the boys did themselves. After some time Ben took your daughter and put her on the blankets and stated playing with her, getting to know his little Princess he was missing for all the weeks he was away. You smiled watching them. Ben truly was a fantastic dad. He was kind, understanding, never laid a hand on his children – obviously, cause that would make you leave him. He was also a great playing partner, cause he was never too tired to go on “an adventure” with the boys, whatever they wanted to play this time. They were missing their dad not without a reason.

Later you made the boys eat whatever they created out of their toasts, having a little fun with it, too, when you saw them squeezing their faces when they realized all of the things didn’t work together in a sandwich. They were sitting on the carpet in front of the TV, watching morning cartoons. You sat on a couch with your husband and ate your breakfast peacefully at last, while your husband fed your daughter from the bottle. When he finished, John climbed on his legs and snuggled to him, but your husband still managed to put his arm around you and pet your arm with his thumb, despite all the kids wanting to have his full attention.

After that he obviously had to go play cowboys and policemen and recently, parkour fanatics. Since the boys saw him pretending to do parkour in the fragments of “6 Underground” they wanted to be just like daddy and do the same. Thankfully, because they woke up very early and then had a busy afternoon with dad, they went to sleep very early as well. Your daughter was also already sleeping. This was the time you had with your husband.

You sat in the living room with the lights off, the only source of light being the television set you were paying no attention to. He had your arm around you, petting your waist, while he whispered sweet nothings into your ear. You were smiling while he left little kisses on your cheeks and cheekbones. You were petting his leg with your thumb and returned the kisses every once in a while. You missed your husband also because he was a very passionate person. He got you used to the attention and gentleness he always showed you, not to mention the passion you felt coming from him every time you were alone in the room. After all, you had so many children not without a reason. He softly bit your ear lobe.

“I missed you so much, baby, you have no idea. You and the kids. I just couldn’t wait to see you all again. You are my life” he proceeded to talk about your family, when he finally changed the subject to something more intimate.

“And I couldn’t stop thinking about you when I was alone. I don’t know how I even survived so long without feeling your touch on my body” you smiled hearing that and knowing very well that the last time he come back home and told you all those things, nine months later you welcomed your daughter into your lives. Soon he went quiet without a warning. You looked at him surprised.

“Wha-“ you started, but then you heard that too. And soon John find that little space between you and Ben on the couch and sat there, rubbing his eye with his fist.

“I can’t sleep” he muttered quietly, and Ben hugged him. He told him some funny and interesting stories, and then, when John fell asleep in his arms, put him to his crib again. The boys agreed to sleep in their own beds, to make their dad some space, so you could conveniently snuggle to your husband when you went to bed. He kissed your head while you moves your hand on the side of your body.

“Today was fun” you smiled to him.

“Today was a dream come true for me. I missed you all so much, I couldn’t wait to just have those typical family experiences with you. To you it’s an everyday routine. For me it’s a dream and I almost cried when I thought about the fact I can’t have it when I want it so much. I love you all very much and-“

“And we love you too” you smiled and he smiled back at you and then you kissed for a solid few minutes like you used to do when you were in high school, when you couldn’t get enough of each other. Not like it changed currently. You pet softly the cheek of your husband not believing he was actually here. He usually let you know earlier when he was about to come, but you surely had nothing against the unexpected visits long before he was said to be back. In the morning the boys jumped on your bed waking you up so you both played with them again, and the routine started from the beginning. And Ben was loving every second of it. He lived for it - for the family life wih you and the kids.

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shsl-fluff · 4 years ago

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yo Im back 😔✌️ lmao I loved the way you did my fem baker so request! thanks for that! I know I'm quick to ask again already but you said you were willing to take requests for writing, right? lol could I do the v3 boys this time with a male s/o (or fem if you ain't comfortable with that) who's a reserve course student/is talentless? bonus if s/o is insecure about it like hajime was? 👉🏻👈🏻😳😣💞💞

Gonta Gokuhara

Gonta didn't understand why you seemed a little upset whenever he hung out with his classmates with you.

You were insecure. There were a lot of kind students in his class who were way more talented than you, and even though you trusted Gonta, you were still a little afraid that he would fall for one of the other boys

(Or girls of course. Gonta was pansexual, and all the girls in his class seemed pretty and nice too)

You, Gonta, and a few of his friends (Oma, Saihara, Hoshi, and Shinguji) went out to eat one night together at a little diner

You were honestly getting anxious as they all talked about things oriented around their talents

Ryoma had gotten back into tennis after his long break, Shuichi had a new case he was working on, which Kokichi seemed to know way too much about, and Korekiyo had just gotten back from a trip.

As they all chatted about what they were amazing at, you were just silent

What did you really have to talk about that was just as cool as their misadventures?

So you stared at the floor until Gonta suddenly tapped your shoulder. Ryoma had gone out for a smoke break, Shuichi was absorbed in his notes, Korekiyo was in the bathroom, and Kokichi was Lord knows where

"(Y/N)? You look upset… did I do something wrong?" He looked at you with his big puppy dog eyes.

"You didn't do anything wrong… I just… don't feel like my topics are interesting? You're all ultimates and I'm just… me…"

"You are just you!" Gonta said joyfully "and Gonta just Gonta, and Ryoma is just Ryoma, and Kokichi is just Kokichi and-"

You cut him off. "No, that's not what I mean. I mean… I'm not special. You and your friends have so much status and skill and-"

"But that doesn't matter, Love bug"

It always made you bashful when he called you by that nickname

"Really?"

He nodded and kissed your forehead.

When the others came back, Gonta brought you into the conversation and got you talking

At first you were nervous, yet your worries melted as you got more involved in the conversation.

You just became one of the guys. Whether or not they were ultimates didn't matter.

When you all started to leave after eating, you overheard Saihara talking to his friend over the phone

"Yeah, I met Gontas' boyfriend. He really seems like a good fit for him, but I'm not great at romance… Either way, it's clear Gonta loves him."

That made you feel a lot more confident. That an ultimate thought you and Gonta were a good pair

Then again, Gonta was right. It didn't matter if they were ultimates or not.

Kiibo (K1-B0)

One of his friends, Miu, had been hanging around recently. She was the ultimate inventor, and was working on a big upgrade for Kiibo

You were starting to feel jealous about all the time he spent with her and not you.

You didn't think he would cheat or anything, it was just lonely without him.

But Kiibo couldn't tell. He was sort of oblivious to human emotions. It wasn't his fault, but that didn't make it hurt any less.

Miu had set up a makeshift workshop in your room, because "Kiibos charging port was in there anyway"

Schoolwork was piling up, too. You found yourself working until you fell asleep on the couch.

You were lonely, stressed, and, to be honest, starting to get paranoid that Miu really had stolen your lover's metallic heart.

One day during studying you just cracked.

You broke down in tears, shaking.

You couldn't help it. You choked out Kiibos name.

"(Y/N?)" You heard him call.

"Wait I'm still working!" Miu called. He got up anyway and went to your side.

He put a cold hand on your back, accidentally causing a jolt of electricity.

"Sorry… Miu was working and wasn't fully done but I wanted to make sure you were-"

"I wish I could be like Miu," you said suddenly.

He went quiet in confusion.

"Like you or Miu or your classmates… ultimate robot, ultimate inventor, ultimate detective, ultimate magician… ultimate, ultimate, ultimate" you sobbed

"All I'm good at is being painfully average"

"That's not true!" Kiibo said quickly. "You're very special, to me at least…"

"I feel so lonely"

He went quiet. "Oh…"

Every time he touched you it shocked you. "Miu needs to fix that… it happened when she was working on the upgrades."

"How much longer?"

"Tomorrow, hopefully… I would hug you but I don't want to shock you…"

You managed a weak smile. "Thank you"

You heard him walking off, and then silence.

You managed to fall asleep after a while, and when you woke up, you were in bed.

Kiibo was holding you close in his arms, radiating a warm heat.

"Kiibo?"

"You're up? Morning" Kiibo responded. "Miu finished with her updates… I hope you don't mind, but my side of the bed is a charging port now… So we can sleep in the same bed together" he was going red.

"Really? You did those updates for me?"

He nodded slowly

You started to cry as he rubbed your back and started to radiate more heat.

"I love you"

"I love you, too"

Kaito Momota

You would never say it, but you were definitely jealous of the luminary of the stars

Even if only a little bit

You knew about what he had done to become an ultimate, and it made the jealousy increase

It normally was something you could keep under control. It must have taken a lot of talent to fool such a strict system, so he deserved getting in anyway, right?

One day he was ranting about his schoolwork and something in you just broke.

"Just… Stop… I know that you're an ultimate, Kaito. Please just stop talking about it" you muttered

He went. It was shocking for him to see you so upset all the sudden.

You started to cry suddenly. "I'm sorry… I'm being so mean" you whimpered.

"Don't be sorry." He said softly, putting a hand on your back.

He really cared about you, and didn't realize he had brought you over the edge.

"Hey, hey. It's getting dark out, how about we stargaze?"

You smiled and nodded.

Kokichi Ouma

Like with everyone else, Ouma would tease you a lot

Often, he would tease you about being a reserve course student.

You often would throw back a snarky reply to please him.

He didn't actually realize it hurt you.

One day after a particularly tiring shift at work, he threw a remark towards you.

"Hey, hey hey! How was your job?" Kokichi was hanging upside down on the couch. "Why can't you parents just pay for you, like how they paid for Hope's Peak for you?"

Normally, you would ignore it, but today you just couldn't.

You went uncomfortably quiet, clenching your fists and holding in tears as you marched into your room and closed the door

You flopped on the bed as the tears started to spill.

The door opened quietly.

"(Y/N)? The stuff I said about you… that was just a lie, ya know?"

You sobbed and shook your head.

"But you're right… I'm only here because of my stupid parents and their stupid money. That's the only reason I'm in Hopes Peak"

"(Y/N)?"

You didn't listen as you kept talking.

"I'm just a useless, talentless, reserve course student. I'm never going to get anywhere in life…"

"(Y/N)..."

"I'm just a dumb, privileged teen boy. I'm so stupid I'm so-"

"(Y/N)!" He pulled you into a tight embrace and kissed you as you cried.

"Hey, hey… you aren't just a nobody, (Y/N)"

"that's just a-"

"It's not a lie" his voice was so genuine.

You believed him this time.

"You know I love you, right? My boyfriend, my partner in crime, my best friend…"

He cupped your cheek as you nodded shakily.

"You know, you're my second in command for a reason. Because you're so smart. A lot smarter than a lot of the other ultimates."

You cuddled in silence for a while, until your boyfriend had to go.

Before leaving, he turned back to you with a stupid smirk

"Talentless reserve course student"

You stuck your tongue out at him

"Airhead ultimate"

Korekiyo Shinguji

A lot of reserve course students were victims of bullying, and you were one of them.

You knocked on your lovers door after school, sniffling. You knew he was home, ultimates could skip classes without much repercussions.

"Who is it?" You heard your lover ask from the other side of the door.

You sniffled softly and choked out a response. "Kiyo… it's me, (Y/N)."

He paused for a moment "oh, one moment" he sounded surprised to hear your cries.

He opened the door and wrapped his arms around you.

He wasn't big on hugs, so it definitely meant a lot.

"What's troubling you, my (Y/N)?"

You told him how some of the ultimates were harassing you, before you started sobbing so hard you couldn't speak

"Come here, sit down" he ushered you to the dining table and started to make you macha tea.

He set it down in front of you, sitting down across from you with a teacup of his own.

"How about I tell you another story, my love? Would that make you feel better?"

You nodded "I like your voice,…" you said between tears "it's comforting."

Heat rushed to his cheeks at the comment, but started to tell you about different Yokai, and what they reflected in society.

You listened as you drank your tea

"Kiyo?" You asked shakily as he finished talking about the futakuchi-onna.

"Can we cuddle? I-im sorry I know I'm being clingy but-"

"You aren't, dear. Let's go to my room"

He took your hand and guided you to his bed.

He wrapped you both up in blankets and pulled you on his lap.

"Can I-"

"You can play with my hair" he said before you could finish.

You smiled and ran your hands through his hair slowly. It was so soft and silky

It calmed you.

"You're so beautiful" he whispered in your ear.

"But… I'm not an ultimate" you mumbled

"And? Why would that make you any less beautiful?"

"I don't know but…"

He pulled down his mask and kissed you softly.

"You're an amazing boyfriend, (Y/N). Don't fret."

Rantaro Amami

Rantaro didn't remember his talent, so why would it matter to him if you were a reserve course student?

He knew it made you uncomfortable, so decided to simply not bring it up.

He would often have to leave for long periods of time, searching for his sisters.

When he did, he would bring you and his other friends tons of gifts

It felt like they often got similar things each time, linking back to their talents.

But you got an eclectic amount of gifts.

It felt nice that he thought if things you like that weren't just based on a title

"I found this owl shaped horn, and it reminded me of you" he said as you raised an eyebrow.

"I mean, it's interesting and cool! Isn't it?"

"Yeah, it is" you smiled and blew into it.

It made an owl like hoot.

He grinned at you, and you grinned back.

He suddenly pulled you into a hug

"I missed you, (Y/N)"

"Even though I'm not an ultimate like your friends?"

He frowned and kissed you softly.

"Of course."

Ryoma Hoshi

Ryoma was honestly jealous of you.

A lot of his problems started because of his ultimate.

He wished he could have been a normal guy like you, especially back in middle school...

But he would never tell you that

Not because he didn't trust you, but because he didn't want to remember her.

One day, you were both sitting on the couch, watching whatever stupid reality show that was on the TV.

You noticed something. All the people had their carriers or a defining part of their life under their name.

'Doctor, Mother, Soldier'

And then…

'Ex-student from Hope's Peak'

"I wish I could be an ultimate" you mumbled absently. "Once you're admitted to that school, you're set for life, huh? Fame, money, job opportunities…"

Ryoma suddenly grabbed the remote and turned off the TV.

"I wish I could stop being an ultimate" he muttered. He wasn't mad, not at all. Just crying to stop himself from crying.

"I'm sorry, Ryoma" you said softly. You knew when to stop.

"Can I… tell you about what happened?"

You always knew something happened. You knew your boyfriend was on death row at one point, but that his legal team had fought endlessly for him to be released on parole.

"Yeah, if it'd make you feel better, Ryoma"

He said everything, the tennis matches, the spell of anger before defeating his final appointment. The fear. Hiding. When she was found.

He broke down in tears. He couldn't help it, it was just too much to go back to.

You pulled him into a kind embrace and rubbed his back.

"I love you, (Y/N)" he sobbed softly. "You're a wonderful boyfriend. You're so great" he hiccuped.

It was rare for him to let his emotions out like this, and it was clear he had so much bundled up.

You held him close and kept comforting him.

It really meant the world to him.

Shuichi Saihara

You and Shuichi didn't talk much about him being an ultimate.

But it was definitely always on your mind

He had to work for hours on end on the most difficult cases due to his title as the Ultimate detective.

He'd work until he fell asleep at his desk. And then go right back to working.

It made you feel lonely.

It was like his title mattered more than his boyfriend.

One day when he was working, you wrapped your arms around him. "Shuichi? Could you please take a day off?" You mumbled softly in his ear.

He went red. "I would, but I'm-"

"So close to finishing that case, I know… but if you took a break and looked at it from a new perspective, I'm sure you'd get out of this rut"

He hesitated slightly.

"And I miss spending time with you"

That convinced him.

You both cuddled on the couch and put on a cheesy movie.

It was nice for him to take a day with his lover. He really needed that break

#justweebsworld #note: tag this tomorrow once i get sleep

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Inside the Criminal Mind (Part 32)

Prompt: You’re married to Dr. Spencer Reid of the BAU, and are a distinguished doctor yourself on the team. You’re sent down to Miami, Florida for teaching and as a side request from the FBI, to investigate a string of missing persons. When you think you’ve figured out who the unsub is, your life becomes more complicated than you ever could’ve imagined.

Word Count: 2255

Warnings: (throughout the fic –>) death, blood, gore, killings, language, disturbing mental notions, mentions of rapes/murder/etc (You know, Dexter and Criminal Minds related business)

Notes: Thank you so much to @arrow-guy, @carryonmyswansong, and @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo - without each of you, I couldn’t have finished, written, or properly navigated this story. Each of you helped me fish out details that were incredibly important to me. Beta’d by @carryonmyswansong and @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo… Aesthetic by @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo

This is a crossover of Criminal Minds x Dexter. First time writing Dexter.

Also, the timeline is after Season 1 of Dexter, but during season 14-ish of Criminal minds into Season 15. Enjoy!!!

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When you and Spencer got inside, you wanted to know how he felt. He hadn’t said one word about any of this so far to you and you were bursting not knowing.

“So after tonight… what do you make of all this?” you tentatively questioned as you stood in the middle of the room.

“I think it was worse in my head. I do think you and Dexter work very clinically.”

“Yeah, I know tonight was probably the worst example as far as how we do things, given we didn’t give mercy, but I promise that’s the only time and this was personal.”

Spencer bobbed his head, giving you that fake smile he often gave people that irritated him. “I have to say, I am impressed. You know how to set up a kill room, get his trophies ready to capture… You work very well by yourself and together.”

A huge breath of air left you in relief. “Oh, I’m so glad to hear you say that--”

“But just because I can appreciate how you do it, it doesn't mean I’m okay with what you do. You’re still killing, Y/N.”

You took a step back, shocked. “So we’re no better off than the day I told you,” you quietly surmised. “I don’t understand it,” you said, shaking your head. “You told me just days after you found out what I was doing that you didn’t think I was the next Dahmer.”

“Right,” he quickly agreed. “I don’t think you’re off the deep end, that doesn’t mean I think you’re right in your actions.”

Shaking your head and clenching your firsts, you said, “I wish you’d just pick a side and stay there. Hate me and Dexter, or love me and support us, but I can’t stay on this whiplash ride much longer.”

“Well I’m sorry it’s hard for me to come to terms with this. Yes, back home I was okay with it because it was done and over. You had moved on, you weren’t near him any more, you were done killing. It was behind us. But now it’s in our face and we’re dealing with it every day. So excuse me for being a little bit on edge. It’s hard for me to just accept all of this while we are fighting for our lives.”

He spun and went out, slamming the door on his way out.

You sunk down onto the bed, putting your head in your hands.

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The following day, your team brought in new forensic analysts. They basically took over Dexter’s lab and he eventually got the okay from them to leave. He started to head out and you assumed he was going to take care of Jiminez’s body. He told you this morning he fell asleep outside Rita’s house, trying to make sure Lila didn’t come back.

But unfortunately for everyone else, Lila didn’t go to Rita’s, she came to the precinct.

Lila persuaded nearly all the men on homicide to take her out for a drink, and then thinly threatened that she would expose some of Dexter’s secrets if he didn’t come along.

You grabbed his arm as he started to follow. “Hey, we have bigger fish, Dex. Let her go. Who’s going to even believe her over you?”

“I can’t chance it. Harry’s code is to use caution, and don’t get caught.”

“Fine. But what are we going to do?”

“I could always give you my keys to the boat and you could handle it,” he suggested as he watched Lila get into the elevator.

“I can’t drive that thing. Besides, I think we're finally finishing the profile to deliver it. I can’t leave.”

“Then it has to wait,” he said. He gave you a small smile and then left. You glared after Lila before getting on with your work.

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“James Doakes,” Rossi suddenly said as he let a file fall onto the table, waking you from near slumber. You were leaning over on Spence who was having trouble staying awake himself. Luke picked up the file.

“What about him?” you asked before yawning.

“He’s our guy,” he explained. “Garcia dug into his past. He has the most officer related shootings. He has special forces training. He was the lead investigator on four of the unsub’s victims. His father was abusive and a butcher. Y/N, when you were down here before did you ever suspect him?”

You shrugged slightly. “I mean, he’s an off character, and he seemed to hate Dexter but nothing concrete. I was barely beginning when I had to return to DC.”

“He fits the profile. Now, with him hating Morgan as much as he does, he might be his next target. We need to assign him protective detail.”

Your gut dropped. Protective detail meant prying eyes. That was something you couldn’t afford. Shit.

“Let’s go get him,” Luke said with gumption before hopping up.

Warrants in hand, everyone scrambled to Doakes’s apartment. He wasn’t there, and the car was gone. After checking in with Garcia, she found out he booked a ticket out of the country. His car was found in the airport parking lot and dug through. They found something that made your heart stop.

The slides. Dexter’s slides.

“Wow,” Luke breathed out. “These are some squeaky clean trophies.”

“Mhm,” you numbly agreed, your legs getting weaker by the second.

Thankfully though, the search on his car was over soon, and everyone began to head back to the station.

“We need to go get Morgan, make sure he’s not already in danger. Then I’d like him to run lead forensics on this. He’ll want to see that Doakes is brought to justice,” Rossi said from the driver seat, with you and Spence in the back.

“I’d like to get him, if I could,” you offered quickly. If the team wasn’t careful, and they just brought him in, he might think he was getting pinned for it. He might self-incriminate. Your mind spun out of control with the different possibilities but you couldn’t text him. Not right now. You couldn't let that show up on the phone records, nor could you let Luke or Rossi see. If every time Dexter was involved in something, you ran to him, it was just going to look worse and worse.

“I’ve got a more important job for you. Luke can pick him up. You need to help Spencer come up with a list of places Doakes might’ve gone. That’s priority.”

Luke turned around and smiled at you. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure he’s safe,” he promised, seeing the concern on your face.

But your concern wasn’t for Dexter’s bodily safety. It was for the fact that if he didn’t know what was going on, he could accidentally confess.

Your leg bounced rapidly as you stared out of the window. Spencer reached over and touched your leg ever so softly, but you couldn’t stop the tornado of nerves inside you.

Once they dropped you at the station with Spencer and Rossi, Luke left to get Dexter and Captain Matthews showed up. You could barely look at your work, you were so sick to your stomach. You tried to remain calm in the fact that Dexter wasn’t supid. He wouldn’t say anything unless prompted. He knew his father’s code. He knew how to not get caught.

You were a ball of nerves as you and Spencer tried to call Garica to narrow down where Doakes would be, but you weren’t much help.

You, Rossi, and Spencer also debriefed everyone else on who the number one suspect was. Batista, Masuka, LaGuerta, and everyone else were shocked.

Finally, they had word that Dex was being brought in. You stiffened as you positioned yourself on Rossi’s right, and Spencer to your right. Rossi and Matthews stood behind a table in the conference room, with the slide box out on the table, mocking you.

The curtains were drawn, making for a private room, so you couldn’t see Dexter coming in, but God you wanted to.

Moments later, Luke and the small group of other agents walked inside with Dexter sandwiched in the middle of the group. Part of you felt relief to see him, part of you still remained completely rigid. Your face gave nothing away as you two stared at each other for a second before he redirected his attention to Rossi and Mathews.

They asked him to look at the slides and explain it to them what it meant. He didn’t say anything except the word “trophies.” The entire time they spoke, you were on pins and needles, sweating bullets.

Had he already incriminated himself? Was he about to?

Finally, Rossi told him that Doakes was the suspect. His eyes flitted to you for a second before looking back at Rossi. They explained why he fit the profile and Dexter stated he wasn’t surprised, and that he never concealed his doubts, that’s why he assumed Doakes didn’t like him. Matthews explained that they think Doakes might try to attack him again, so Rossi followed it up with a protective detail. Dexter tried to get them to reconsider but they didn’t budge. Then, Matthews told him that he was being put in charge of forensics. They asked him to analyze the slides thoroughly. He took the slides and evidence bag and made his way back to one of his labs. It took everything in you to not follow him.

You continued to help mobilize the manhunt for a few minutes before you finally broke away to check on him. No one would think it was suspicious to check on your friend after this kind of news.

Spencer watched you walk back to the lab, anger building in him.

Just as you were entering, Debra was exiting the room.

“You and your feds better keep my brother fucking safe, got it?” she ordered before glancing back to Dexter and then leaving.

“Jeez, she’s fired up,” you noted, walking in.

“She’s worried, but good news is the heat is off of me, off us,” he clarified, nodding his head to signal he understood.

“Where’s the bad news?” you asked, missing the point.

“He’s innocent. When your team finds him, whose story are they going to believe? It’s my word against his.”

“Hey, we found those slides in his car. He’s the one that skipped the country. He’s the one that went bat shit on you. None of this is looking good. He’s not attached to anyone. He fits the profile, more than anyone.”

“Were you ever going to let me know, either? I thought I was going to have a heart attack when I noticed the slides were missing.”

“I didn’t get a chance. If I sent a text to you, it could send up red flags,” you informed, getting closer to him, your voice lowering.

“You couldn’t have gone to the bathroom?”

“Even then, you and I both know that there would be a phone record of me texting you the minute they’re bringing you in. We already have several suspicious acts going on. Me contacting you every time there’s a break in the case is gonna start to look fucking fishy.”

“Or you wanted me to self-incriminate. Take the heat off you,” he accused evenly, his gaze narrowing on you.

You backed up a step, your eyes widening in shock. “Are you serious? I wanted to contact you. I fucking offered to pick you up to give you a heads up, they declined. I didn’t have much choice.”

“No, you never do, huh?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, did you forget the part that I’ve helped you stay ahead of this investigation every step of the way.”

“I could’ve gotten by on my own.”

“Fine! Then do so from now fucking on. I’m sick of this bullshit. I get blamed for helping you and I get blamed when I can’t help you. You and Spencer can just have at each other because I’m tired of being caught in the middle, and for you two to take your shit out on me. Piss off.”

Dexter stared after you. He wanted to ask you to wait, or to let him apologize, but he thought it was best to let you cool off. He set to work on the slides, working all night until he got home.

He finally called you, hopefully you were calmed down by now.

“Hello?” you answered groggily into the phone.

“Sorry for being an asshole,” he said quickly. “I know better than to think you’d be turning me in. You’ve bent over backwards for me. It’s just the stress of this all. We’ve found Doakes’s stuff, but not him. I just know that when we do find him, my story has to be stronger than his.”

After a moment, you finally replied. “It’s fine, Dex. I get it. We’ll deal with that when it comes to it though. Alright? Now get some sleep. I know you were at the lab all night.”

“Actually, I’m about to head to get Jiminez.”

“Oh, well I wish we could come but we’re still trying to find Doakes. Tell you what, we can try to meet you there as soon as we can to help.”

“Thanks. I’ll let you know if I leave before you get there.”

“Sounds good. Good luck.”

With that, he snuck out of his window, evaded his protective detail and took his boat all the way to the cabin to dispose of Jiminez, but that’s where Doakes found him.

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