#i was lying on the floor earlier and i zoned out so hard i forgot i existed

[bratthewurst]

Zoned out on the balcony like im overstimulated at a party but its just me in at my apartment

[duckgirl92]

Dom! Eddie x Bratty Bottom! Steve

Ao3: Duckgirl_92

NSFW

A ray of sunshine burst through Eddie's window, shining on the edge of his bed and across him and Steve.

 Steve was watching Eddie play guitar, a typical day for them. He liked the way Eddies hands and fingers danced across the strings of his guitar, strumming skillfully. He loved watching as Eddie played, watching his brows furrowed in deep concentration or seeing how big he would smile when he successfully played a song for him. It was almost endearing. 

 He wasn’t sure when he zoned out but what he did know was that he needed Eddie, now. Memories of the night before flooded his mind, almost consuming him in thought. Thinking about what Eddie did to him, thinking about where his boyfriends hands had been and what they had done to him. And- 

  Oh god his hands

 To say Steve liked his hands was an understatement. Hell, he liked Eddie as a whole. He liked the way he could faintly see muscles when he moved his arms around and the way that veins lightly decorated his arms. He liked his big brown doe eyes and how they would get big and bright when he was happy. 

  But , his hands . 

 To say Steve didn’t fantasize about his hands was also a huge understatement and a straight-up lie. The amount of time he thought about his hands was embarrassing. But, fuck. He wanted to hold them and even kiss them. He wanted to feel them everywhere. He thought about the way they easily wrapped around his neck or how they felt sliding down past his tongue and into his throat. He thought of the way they felt when they pressed against that special spot inside of him and-

 “Steve? You there sweetheart?” Eddie was waving his hands in front of his face, helping him regain his focus. 

 Steve remembered what he was thinking about and decided to take his chances.

  Gaining new confidence, he reached down and grabbed Eddie's hand and slowly brought it up to his face, Eddie's face scrunching up in confusion. Taking his middle and pointer fingers in his mouth, he mumbled:

 

   “I like your hands”

 

 And fuck, if Eddie was holding back earlier, he sure wasn’t anymore. He practically threw himself onto Steve. Peppering wet kisses on Steve's neck, he muttered, “You’re perfect, you know that right?”  All Steve did was whine and writhe in response.  

 

  “ I asked you a fucking question.” Eddie yanked his hair, hard.   

  Well that’s new

  Letting out a strained moan, Steve responded “ Yes, Sir '' 

 

 “Good boy,”

 He tugged at the hem of Steve's shirt, and lifted it up. Steve seemed to get the message and got rid of the shirt, discarding it on the floor to be taken care of later.

  Eddie sucked and nipped at Steve's collarbone and chest. That’s definitely gonna leave some marks.  Letting out quiet moans, Steve wiggled under Eddie. “Stop moving so goddamn much.” Eddie scowled as he gripped Steve's hips, not enough to hurt too much but tight enough so he couldn’t move. 

  Sometimes Steve forgot how strong Eddie really was. Like he couldn’t easily pin him down or manhandle him. Just the night at the boathouse, being pinned up against a wall with a shard of glass at his throat.

 

Shit, Steve would be lying if he said he didn’t think that was hot as fuck. 

 

 Even the glass part, but he'd have to save that thought for later .

 “ Fuck, love it when you do that.” Steve whispered between pants.

“ Do what?” Eddie said, grinning like a fucking maniac. A tease.That asshole knows what he’s doing. It was evident that Steve liked being moved around and grabbed like he was nothing.

 

  Two can play that game.

 

 “Love it when you pin me down and use me like I’m nothing, yours to use whenever you want.” Said Steve in the most sultry voice he could muster, coming out particularly breathy and desperate and perfect.

   Eddie's eyes darkened so much that they practically turned black at his response. “ Yeah? I wouldn’t have expected you to have such a loud mouth on you. Maybe we need to get your something to shut you up. You want that?” 

 “ Yes, please.” 

 Eddie grabbed his black bandana from his back pocket and balled it up, shoving it into Steves mouth

  “ God you’re fantastic," Steve shuddered at his words. ”See? That wasn’t so hard now was it? All you had to do was ask. Like I couldn’t see you basically eyefucking me earlier. You’re so fucking pathetic.”

  Letting out a wanton noise, Steve reached his hands up to try and pull Eddie's shirt off.

 “ No. You said you wanted me to use you. Try not to move, will you?” His voice was stern and serious and mean . Steve let out a muffled “Please,” and tried to grab Eddie again.

 “Didn’t I tell you to stop fucking moving?” Eddie pulled his hair again, harder than before.

Shit. Steve really liked that.

 With his eyes rolling into the back of his head, Steve gripped harder at the bedsheets.

“Such a whore, can’t even keep your hands to yourself. I might even have to tie you down, huh? You’d probably like it anyways” 

 

 Oh

 

 Oh

 

 Yes please

 Steve cried out in desperation and nodded his head eagerly. Fuck, he wanted it so bad . Eddie seemed to have understood and bent down to take the bandana out of Steve's mouth.

   “ Please, Eddie, fuck. Please, I need it.”  Steve begged, ending off with a high-pitched whine.

 “I know, honey. Let me go get the handcuffs really quick. Might me a minute though. Haven’t used them in a while so they’re somewhere in my closet.”

 

 Handcuffs

 

 The idea alone made Steve's still clothed dick give a small twitch. 

  When Eddie turned back around and walked back to the bed, Steve was already waiting for him, naked on his knees, in front of the edge of the bed.

 

 Wasn’t that a sight?

 

 Eddie pushed Steve closer to the mattress in front of him, grabbed his wrists and pinned them behind his back. 

 

   Clink

 

 “That too tight?” Asked Eddie.    

 “ Could you tighten them a little, please?”

 

 “Sure.”

 

 Click, click, click

 

 “ Better?”

 

 “Perfect”

 

 Clink

 

 Click, click, click

 

 As Steve settled himself resting on top of the soles of his feet, Eddie sat down in front of Steve on the bed and took off his shirt. Steve scooted closer to the bed and rested his head in the area between Eddie's thigh and crotch.

 “Well what are you waiting for?” Eddie gave Steve's cheek a light slap across his face.

 “But my hands-”  “You have a mouth don’t you? You were using it quite a lot earlier. What’s the matter? Already too stupid to understand? ”

 Slowly, Steve moved to lean above Eddie's cock, flushing at the humiliation. Sinking lower, taking the zipper into his teeth, he pulled down the zipper. Eddie had already done him the favor of unbuttoning his pants so all that was left was to pull down his boxers.

  Well shit, if he was going to do this, he better put on a show while he’s at it.

  Steve looked up and blinked a few times, batting his eyelashes lustfully while licking a stripe above Eddie's bulge. There was already a wet spot forming in Eddies blue, plaid underwear. Steve would be lying if he said he wasn’t already dripping too. 

  “You’re so pretty,”  The words rattled in Steve's head for a few seconds and immediately went straight to his dick

  “Should have known you were a slut for being praised.”

  Steve whined and bit down on the waistband of Eddie's boxers, pulling them down while holding eye contact. 

  “God, you don’t know what you do to me”  Eddie laughed softly, combing his fingers gently through Steve's hair.  “ I think I might have some idea” Responded Steve, now licking at his tip.

  “ Shit, you’re doing so good, baby” Eddie let out a low moan.

 As Steve sunk down lower, Eddie gripped his hair. Pain prickling at his scalp, Steve let out a whimper causing vibrations to run down Eddie's member. Flattening his tongue, Steve hollowed his cheeks, adding suction to Eddie's cock just right. 

 He took Eddie out of his mouth and sat back up. He placed a few sloppy kisses up his shaft and quickly placed him back into his mouth. Working down to the base, Steve sucked and lapped at his dick.  Gagging slightly, he paused at the base of Eddie's shaft; His eyes were blown out and glossy looking, tears brimming at his tear ducts and lower eyelids. His face was flushed a bright pinkish color, all his nerves feeling like they were being lit on fire. Steve's lips were red and covered in spit, shaped into a 'o'. There was a thin layer of sweat on both of them, beads of it falling down their necks.

 Eddie guided Steve with his hands in his hair, fisting at the now messy hair. With each thrust, Eddie sped up his movements, hastily sliding in and out of Steve's throat. 

 "I'm close, keep going. Just like that, good boy" Eddie's thrusts were uncoordinated and lazy, yet sharp and fast.

 He finished with a groan, still buried deep in Steve's mouth. Eddie pulled out, watching as Steve swallowed. 

 He looked up at Eddie, smiling dopily with his stupid hair messed up and ruffled. His face was sweaty and flushed with tear streaks down it, but soft looking.

 Eddie could have died a happy man right then and there.

 "C'mon, let's get you out of those cuffs, Sweetheart." Eddie spoke gently and slowly, admiring Steve. He undid the handcuffs and set them on the nightstand beside his bed. 

 He finished undressing and put his hair up into a bun, smiling at Steve

 "Can we continue?" Eddie asked, just to check in. "Yes, Sir." Steve's voice was quieter and way too sweet considering what they were doing.

 Eddie grabbed the small bottle of lube from the nightstand drawer. He took his rings off and squeezed a generous amount onto his fingers.

First came his index finger, slowly working his finger around Steve's rim before carefully pushing in. He worked him open slowly; moving carefully and flexing his finger momentarily. 

 "Another one?" Eddie asked while pulling his finger out. Steve just forced out a small 'uh huh' before rolling over lazily. He spread his legs a bit, giving Eddie just enough room for his fingers. 

 Eddie pushed into his hole again, this time with two fingers, his index and middle finger. Steve let out a moan, pushing himself back onto his fingers. Eddie slowly worked him open, languid and careless.

 "You think you're ready for more?" Eddie knew Steve would be looser than usual because of the night before.

 "Please, Eds. More, Sir. " Steve's voice was a bit muffled by the pillow he was holding to his face.

 "What was that, baby?" Eddie asked. " I know you heard me, Eds." Steve was frustrated, having waited so long for any type of release. 

 "No, I didn't. Look at me when you talk, Stevie, it's rude not to." Eddie's voice had a flatter tone than Steve's, not showing any emotion now.

 Steve tilted his head to the right, making his cheek rest on the pillow beneath his head. He spoke, " Please, Sir . I've been good. 'M your good boy"

 " You're so pathetic, you know that? Just begging to have something inside of you all the time." Eddie's words were harsh, but had no real feelings behind them.

 " Please, Eddie. Need you inside of me, please." Steve's words were cut off with a whine as Eddie worked him open with three fingers now. They continued like this for a few minutes before Eddie decided it was enough, until Steve was babbling incoherently for Eddie's dick, frustrated and edged.

 He made his way onto the bed, on his knees behind Steve and- 

 "Steve." Eddie said sharply. 

 "Yes?" 

 "What the fuck are you doing?" Eddie grabbed his hips, settling them to be still, instead of grinding into the mattress like they were previously.

 " I don't know what you're talking about." His voice was more confident now, daring, even." I thought you said you were gonna be a good boy for me? Huh, I should've known a brat like you wouldn't be able to hold back. I'm gonna give you a few spanks and slaps, that sound good?" Eddie's voice was still harsh but still had an undertone of care beneath it.

 "Yes, Eddie." Steve responded. " Well then come here." Eddie patted his lap and motioned for Steve to come closer. 

 Steve laid on top of Eddie, his torso being over Eddie's thighs. Eddie ran his hands up and down his back, being careful at the bitten skin. He got up to his head, he grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled. Steve moaned. " I knew you liked that, pain slut." His words were dirty, corrupting.

  When he finally got to his ass, he kneaded it for a few seconds before lifting his hand and landing it down swiftly. 

  Smack

  "That all you got, Munson? Pussy. I know you can hit harder than that. " Steve's words were a taunt more than anything. Teasing him to just give in . 

 But Eddie's not going to. He's better than that. He knew it wasn't a very hard blow, he knew what Steve could handle and what he couldn't. But he won't give in until he's begging for it.  

 "No." Eddie's voice were right on the edge of bored and mean. 

   "What?" 

 "I'm not going to. Why are you doing this, Steve? Because you think bratting is going to get you somewhere? Because you expect me to let you get away with being a brat and not doing anything about it and letting you come?" 

  "Maybe. Is it working?" 

 "No, no it 's not." Eddie was now rubbing at Steve's chest, his fingertips touching his nipples ever-so-slightly. He began to twist and pinch at them until he felt Steve's dick twitch and felt him become breathless. 

 "You know what I am going to do? I'm going to edge you until you're crying and begging for me to let you come." Eddie said. "Come sit between my legs in front of my lap, face away from me."

 Steve sat up and crawled his way to Eddie, doing as he told him to. Eddie let his hands graze all over Steve's body; he touched his chest, thighs, and neck. Rubbing his inner thighs, he teased his dick. He flicked at his nipples, catching them between his fingers and twisting. He slightly choked him, pressing down slightly on either side of his neck. 

 "Please, Eds." He ground back onto Eddie cock, moving his hips in a circular motion. " Stop."  Eddie hooked his left arm around his torso, pulling him closer to him while securing his spot, not letting him move.

 He finally grabbed Steve's dick, giving it light strokes. He placed a few sloppy kisses on the back of Steve's neck and continued lazily moving his hand. Steve's very neglected cock was hard and twitched at every little touch, yearning for release. 

 Steve was whimpering at every move, lightly kicking his legs. Eddie finally gave his member some decent strokes before going back to the base and squeezing lightly. Steve was moaning now, sensitive and frustrated. 

 Eddie sped up, "Tell me when you're close, okay?" He continued for some time, " Sir, I-I'm - Fuck! I'm close." Steve was in pure ecstasy, lost in the bliss and then- 

  Eddie stopped.

  He was so close and he just stopped.

 " Eddie.." Steve whined, writhing under him. "Yes, love?" Eddie asked. "Why'd you stop? I was so close."  He was desperate and needy. "I told you I was going to edge you. You were being bad. Just one more and I'll let you come." 

 "Yes, Sir."   "Good boy. You're gonna try to come untouched on this one, but I'll let you touch yourself anywhere else." Eddie unhooked his arm from Steve, placing both his arms on his thighs. 

 Steve nodded his head and pinched and grabbed at his nipples, moans spilling from his mouth, muttering curse words. "I'll help you."  "Please,"  Eddie yanked at small bunches of hair and pressed the palm of his hand on Steve's throat, pressing slightly on both sides. Steve was becoming more and more verbal with each touch, thighs already shaking. 

 

 And with each touch, Eddie whispered in his ear.  

 

'So fucking filthy'  

 

'Dirty, dirty boy, getting off like a whore' 

 

 'Bet you'd do anything for this dick, what a slut' 

 

'My bitch to use whenever I feel like it, just begging to be filled up'

 

  And Steve would just babble back mindlessly.

 

  'For you, Sir '

 

 'Your whore'

 

' Yes, Sir'

 

' Please fill me up'

 "Sir, I'm close a-again." His voice was shaky and breathless. He had tears rolling down his face out of frustration.

 "Stop." 

 He took his hands off of Steve completely and so did Steve. " I'll let you come now. But we still need to finish your punishment." Steve whined at his words. "Lay back down on my lap." 

 Eddie ran his hands over his ass once more, running them over his hips and the curves of his body. He raised his hand and swatted it down.

  Smack

  "Count for me, Stevie" 

 " One"  

 It wasn't very hard, just a bit harder than the very first one

  Smack

  " T-two!"  

This one was hard . It left a handprint mark almost instantly.

  Smack

"Three!" 

The third one was slightly worse than the last one. And, Steve was now crying . Too bad Eddie had a thing for making pretty boys cry. "You're doing such a good job for me, Stevie."

 He massaged his ass for a bit before raising his hand and landing it down again.

  Smack

 "Four"

  This one was the lightest, but still pretty hard. If only Steve wasn't a masochist. But he was, and needed more.

  Smack

  "F-five!"  

 Steve sputtered, it was the hardest one and it felt good . He loved the way the pain shot through his spine and traveled throughout his body, adding pleasure to the experience. How the sharp sting made him feel how everything was too much and not enough, how overwhelming it was, even while doing the least.

 "Get up, face me." Eddie demanded. Steve quickly rose up and sat in front of him. Eddie cupped his jaw, kissing him sweetly. It was full of tongue and teeth and neediness.  

 " I'm going to give you three slaps too, is that okay?" Eddie asked. "Yes, sir."    "You don't have to count these ones." 

Slap

  Letting out a broken moan, Steve let his lips part. Eddie took his thumb and pushed it into his mouth, letting Steve suck on it and swirl his tongue around it. 

  Slap

  Steve was drooling from where his mouth was open.

  Slap

  His dick gave an excited twitch.

 Eddie gave him another kiss and a few more kisses on his cheek.

 He and Eddie stayed in their current position for a bit, Eddie soothing the handprints. He was red all over, all throughout his upper body.

 After a while Eddie asked, "Want to keep going?" 

 "Yes, please" 

 " Face down, ass up." Steve did as Eddie said, arching his back deeply and smoothly. 

 His face was buried in a pillow with his hips being angled upwards. "I think I'm still loose enough for you to just fuck me." Eddie positioned himself behind Steve on his knees.

 He grabbed the condom from the nightstand and rolled it on. He pushed in slowly, feeling Steve wrap around him. He leaned down, wrapping his hands around Steve pulling him into a hug from behind while kissing up his back. Tracing the moles on Steve's back, he bottomed out, letting out a moan. 

 "Fuck, Sir, please move." Steve begged, finally getting some pleasure. Eddie moved slowly at first but quickly picked up the pace because who was he to deny such pretty begging?

 "Oh fuck, please, please, please," Steve babbled carelessly, just looking for release. "Well look at that, you can be a good boy." Eddie's movements were rough and uncalculated. He placed one of his hands between Steve's shoulder blades, pushing him further into the mattress, reducing him even more. 

 He placed the other in Steve's hair, pulling at the strands, almost violently. Steve let out wanton noises. Moans, gasps, groans, and cries echoing off the walls.

 "You have no idea how hot you sound right now" Steve wasn't even minding him, lost in his own little bubble of bliss. He took the hand from Steve's shoulder blades to the center of his chest and used it to lift him up, parallel to Eddie now. 

 And Steve just let himself be moved, mindless and too gone to care. "P-please choke me, Sir." He was breathless, gasping for air through all the noises he was letting out.

 Eddie took his hand and wrapped it around Steve's throat, giving Steve more of that floaty feeling, helping him get closer and closer and- 

   "I'm close, Eds!"  Eddie grabbed Steve's cock and gave it a few pumps.

 "Come for me, pretty boy." 

 And that was all it took, some simple words of praise. Steve's vision blurred for a second, feeling a wave of relief and pleasure wash over him. White ropes of come painted Eddie hand, with Eddies following close behind. He grabbed the condom, tied it, and threw it in the small trash can next to his bed.

  "Well that was intense," Eddie said momentarily, chuckling dryly. "I swear I hate you so much." Steve replied.

 "I just had the best orgasm of my life and you say 'Well that was intense', what is wrong with you?"  Steve giggled a bit. "A lot of things actually. Did you know I was apparently the leader of a satanic cult?" Eddie responded. "That was rhetorical. Anyways, let's get cleaned up I feel dirty-

 

  -dirty, dirty, boy getting off like a whore- 

 

  -and my ass hurts."  "Okay, I'll go start the shower." 

 Eddie turned the faucet, waiting for the water to warm up and checking every few seconds, letting his hair down. When the water was warm enough, he shouted, "Steve! Showers ready!" He stepped into the shower, leaving space in front of him for Steve. When he got there, he got into the shower with Eddie.

  They turned to face each other, "Hey" Eddie said. "Hey yourself." He placed a quick peck on Eddie's lips and faced away to grab his shampoo.

 " I want to do it for you this time" Steve responded with an 'alright' and handed him the shampoo bottle. 

 "Really? Avocado oil?" He squeezed some into the palm of his hand. "Yes! It keeps my hair shiny and soft." He scoffed. Eddie scrubbed Steve's hair until it was bubbly and coated completely in soap. He lathered and massaged his head with the shampoo making sure to get every spot.

 

***

 

 " Are you dry now? I need to put some ointment on you." Eddie asked. " Yea, I think so." 

 

 Eddie grabbed the ointment from their dresser, placing some onto his fingertips. He smoothed it over the now dark red-purple handprints.

 "Sorry," Eddie said quietly.

   "For what?"  

  "For the marks, I should've hit less hard. I'm sorry." Eddie apologized, pitying Steve. 

 "It's fine, I loved it. Probably the best sex I've had."  

   " I love you."

  "I love you too Eds."

[adamsrcnan]

i'm thinking about this song and jean again and i just.

"I used to float, now I just fall down"

Picture a young Jean running through the sunny streets of Marseille high off candy and the laughter of his friends. Then cut to a teenage Jean bloody and bruised lying alone on the locker room floor staring through swollen eyes at the exy stick lying across from him, feeling nothing but unbearable pain.

"I used to know, but i'm not sure now. What I was made for. What was I made for?"

Jean bitting down onto his pillow so hard his jaw aches to stop himself from making a sound in the dead of night as he sobs so hard he thinks he might die wondering if he was really born into this world just to suffer.

"Looked so alive, turns out I'm not real. Just something you paid for."

Jean staring at himself in the mirror remembering how he looked standing next to Kevin and Riko just couple of hours earlier primmed and proper in their suits. Now his left eye is swollen shut and his lip is bulging and bloody. "You belong to me, you're my property" Riko's words echoing in his head as he presses ice to his face to try to bring the swelling down

"I don't know how to feel, but I wanna try"

Jean shutting down any hint of emotion after Kevin leaves. Riko tries to taunt him and goad him in his sick sadistic ways but Jean feels nothing anymore.

He's truly alone now. There's nothing left to hold on to. Neil comes and it's awful and horrible and Jean has no control over it. He leaves too though. And Jean is alone again.

"When did it end? All the enjoyment"

Jean sitting on the bench in the Raven's court, before their game starts, the roar of the crowds nothing but white noise in his ears. He's zoned out, struggling to remember the last time he felt any joy playing this game. He's not sure if he ever did.

"I don't know how to feel but I wanna try. I don't know how to feel but some day I might"

Jean thinking about Renee, how beautiful she looked when he first saw her. How she stood out from everyone around her, and how he wondered how she could possibly fit into his cold cruel world. How she insisted on being there anyway. His one last desperate plea for help as he lay battered on death's door. Her voice over the phone when he called her being the only thing keeping him breathing just a little longer.

"Think I forgot how to be happy. Something I'm not but something I can be. Something I wait for"

Jean in sunny California. Trojan colours on his back. His new team laughing and joking around him.

Engaging him in conversation, friendly pats on the back, easy smiles and bright happy eyes. Happiness is effortless to these people. He doesn't understand it. But he wants to.

And then there's Jeremy Knox, sunshine captain of the sunshine court. He's beautiful and he lit a fire in Jean in he can't seem to put out. He doesn't know yet, how to fully be happy. To be okay. But he's learning.

Jean stands outside the stadium after a game. They just won. The rest of the team have already left on their way to begin celebrations. Jean said he'd catch up. He breaths in the cool night air, stares up and the clear star filled sky. Takes a deep breath. He's not fully happy. Not yet. But he's waiting for it. It will come.

[gguksgalaxy]

Personal Space | JJK

›› AU: Friends to Lovers ›› Genre: Fluff ›› Rating: PG-13 ›› Word Count: 1.7k ›› Prompts: Small space + First kiss ›› Jungkook Snuggle Drabbles

That time when Jungkook's shower got interrupted.

Rapping your fist against Jungkook’s door, you pull your soft lilac robe tighter around your body. The dorm building’s hallway is cold and you forgot to put on socks. What even is he doing this time of night? It’s just past midnight on a Wednesday, he has a 9am class tomorrow. The only reason that you know this is because you also have a 9am class, and you two usually walk together. 

You knock again, louder this time, switching weight from foot to foot in an attempt to stay warm. It’s not like him to not be home at this time. He didn’t even pick up his phone when you called him, because you have some courtesy to at least not show up unannounced at his dorm in the middle of the night. But this was a real emergency and you need him to open the damn door. 

Just when you’re ready to knock again, the door opens and your spit just about goes down the wrong pipe. Coughing, you double take Jungkook standing in the door in nothing but a towel—hair and body dripping wet from a shower. Tattoos and muscles on full display, you shake yourself and meet his unreadable gaze. 

“You never shower at night.” The words tumble out of your mouth before you can even think about what you’re saying. You sound like an absolute fool. Why again is it that you’re crushing on him? Oh yeah, because he’s your best friend who also happens to be the sweetest, most loveable person in the world. And he looks like half a god. 

He raises an eyebrow. “You never show up at my apartment at night wearing nothing but a purple robe, either.”

You look down at yourself, cheeks turning red. “I’m wearing something under this! It’s an emergency,” you say, pushing past him so that he can close the damn door. It’d be a nightmare if someone caught the two of you like that. 

“What kind of emergency?” he chuckles, flicking his damp hair out of his face. Water splatters everywhere. Jungkook peers down at his own body, realising he's still soaking wet. “You know what, let me finish my shower and you can tell me.”

Jungkook disappears into his bathroom while you make yourself comfortable on his lounge chair. Unlike you, he has a solo dorm. You have to share yours with your friend which is currently the reason that you are here. This is more like your second dorm, even if you can’t remember the last time you spent the night here. Probably before you realised your feelings for Jungkook were getting out of hand. 

You remember how comfortable his bed is, how nice it is to just lie cuddled up in it. It’s not that you stopped doing that, but it’s definitely been a while since you slept here. You miss it, but it’s hard to be around him knowing he doesn’t feel the same way.

“So,” he says, exiting the bathroom, shirt still halfway up his chest. The fabric falls down, hiding his chest from view. “What is it you need rescuing from so badly that you didn’t even get dressed properly?”

Sighing, you play with a pen on his desk. “You know that awesome mission where we succeeded in getting Taehyung and Kat together?” Kat being your roommate, and Taehyung being Jungkook’s soccer teammate. 

“Yeah?”

“Well,” you mumble, “I think Kat forgot that I was home and when I exited the bathroom I saw things I wish I could scrub off my eyeballs.”

Jungkook laughs, doubling over. “I would say that I can’t believe they would do that but, I know Taehyung better than that sadly. I’m sorry on his behalf.”

You huff. “Can I wait them out here? I don’t really want to go back there just yet.”

Your best friend’s eyes dart to the clock on his desk. “You want to go back?”

“I mean, at some point yeah. I need to get some sleep.” 

“Let’s sleep then,” Jungkook states, throwing back the sheets on his bed as if he’s inviting you. 

You just give him a look. 

“Oh come on, I don’t know what’s been up with you lately. Have you bought an expansion pack for your personal space?” 

“What?” 

He smiles, walking over to you. With one hand on the desk, he leans into you. Your body betrays you immediately, leaning back, cheeks flushing. “Why are you so shy lately? You never used to have a problem with proximity.”

“I—I,” you stutter. “I’ve just been feeling self-conscious about it.”

Jungkook frowns, sitting down on his chair. “In a bad way?”

“Is there a good way?”

He purses his lips, stilling your hand where you’re tapping his pen. “I hope that it’s not because of something I did? You’re important to me, and I want you to be comfortable around me.” 

“Oh.” You think over his words. You’re important to him, but you’ll always just be his best friend. It’s something you get reminded of enough, even Kat has mentioned that you and Jungkook have been awfully disgusting. That you act like a couple, and that you shouldn’t make yourself so obvious. “It’s not that, I’ve just been overthinking everything. Someone said it’s weird that we’re so close.”

“Why would it be weird?” His face holds genuine confusion that edges on a smile. “I know people who are just friends who are way more disgusting.”

Your eyes widen. And so do his the second he realises what he said. 

“You know what,” he says, getting up and trying to shake off his previous words. “This is a no overthinking zone. Take off that ugly robe and let's get into bed.”

Jungkook plops down onto his single mattress and you stare at him for a second. He’s not wrong. Regardless of whether he means that you are more than friends—which is unlikely—or just best friends rather than normal friends, there are people who are worse. You shouldn’t overthink being with him. You shouldn’t let your feelings for him get in the way of being with him. 

“Fine, because you asked so nicely.” You shrug off your robe and settle down into the bed with him. It’s way too tight of a space for two people, especially with Jungkook not being the smallest person you know. He takes up an unnatural amount of space in a bed. Even when he curls up he’s somehow pressed against you. 

He turns to face you. “You’re okay though, right? We are?”

You nod, pulling up the covers. “We’re good Jungkook, don’t worry.” 

It takes you five entire minutes to realise that this would be harder than you thought it would be. You twist, bumping into his body in an attempt to find a comfortable way to sleep without being pressed against him. An impossible task. 

Jungkook stills you by throwing an arm over your waist. “Can you lie still?” 

You snort. “Can you move over?”

“I’m with my back against the wall.”

“I’m with my ass on the edge.”

“Seems like we’re at an impasse. You have no choice but to just scoot over.” 

“I could sleep on the floor,”  you retort. 

He snorts. “Get over here, silly.” Jungkook being much stronger than you, pulls your body towards his on the bed. One of his legs over yours, his hand splayed over your back. Even in the dark you can see the way his eyes shine. You hold your breath. 

His expression changes, just barely. Tongue darting out to lick his lips, he seems a little tense under the touch of your fingers against his chest. Your heart starts racing at the proximity. The familiar scent and feeling of him around you. A strange thought passes your mind; What if he does have feelings for you in some non-platonic way? 

Before you get the chance to refute that idea, Jungkook grabs your cheek and presses his lips to yours. You let out a gasp, fingers tightening into the thin shirt that he’s wearing. Is he…kissing you? Jungkook’s kissing you. Why would h—

“Stop overthinking,” he mumbles against your mouth, moving his hand to your neck. 

You let out a shaky breath. When he kisses you again, all the tension in your body seeps away. You kiss him back, closing your eyes and leaning in. Bodies slotting together, Jungkook twists his body so you lie over top of him, lips gently moving against yours. 

His hands tremble, just like yours, where he holds your waist. You’re just as nervous yet you’re overcome with a feeling of euphoria. Finally, after so long, you’re kissing him. Lips moving together, parting and deepening. Just for a moment. Your stomach swoops as you feel his tongue flick over your bottom lip. It ends way too soon. 

Jungkook parts, opening his eyes and meeting your hesitant gaze. “I meant what I said earlier.“ He keeps his voice hushed, only for you to hear. The moment is so warm, yet it feels fragile. Trembling like you. “I feel like there’s more to us.”

“I feel that too,” you whisper, almost giggling when he pecks your lips. 

“Let’s talk about it tomorrow, okay? I really just want to hold you for now.”

You nod, lying down with your head on his chest. There’s so many words swimming through your mind, worries and concerns, but also excitement and relief. After all this time of worrying that Jungkook wouldn’t feel the same, he’s been waiting for you. 

With one arm slung over his waist, you snuggle up to him. Finding that familiar spot where both of your bodies are entwined and your mind just relaxes. It’s a safe space. He is. You can still feel his lips on yours—you want that again, but you can wait until tomorrow. For now, you let your lips brush over his exposed collarbone. Feeling him shiver, you smile. Maybe you should thank Taehyung and Kat for violating your dorm. Just maybe.

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The Boy in the Tea Shop

Chapter 1

Pairing: Zuko x Reader

TW: none that i can note

summary: You're living alone as a refugee in Ba Sing Se. Things all seem normal until you meet a boy in a tea shop.

notes: omg this took so long. this took way longer than I ever thought it would. I'm so sorry for the long wait again, y'all, but school has just been really overwhelming, not to mention my mental health hasn't been the best. Anyways, it felt good to get this done finally! This is the first chapter of a Zuko x Reader series I will be doing centered around Zuko's arch in Ba Sing Se. I'm really looking forward to this! Now, this chapter is unedited and I'll admit, not the best work I've done, but I tried my best and just wanted to get the first chapter awkwardness out of the way. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy!

Edit: I forgot to mention that the reader uses she/they pronouns and has long enough hair to pull up. They are addressed as "miss" as well.

Masterlist

Being a refugee in Ba Sing Se was not easy.

The Dai Li were around every corner, as well as thieves and swindlers, and so many other people around you were struggling to get by. You weren’t allowed to mention the very war that brought you to Ba Sing Se, and as a consequence of that, it was hard to find anyone who might’ve known your family and would be willing to help you out.

Your parents had sacrificed a lot to make sure you got to Ba Sing Se, feeling you’d be much safer there than back home in your small village, one that was right in the path of invading Fire Nation troops. The trip was long and hard, and now that you were there, it didn’t seem very worth it. You had very little money, knew no one, and felt suffocated by the “culture” that was enforced on everyone.

You sighed, closing and locking the door to the pottery shop. You had gotten a job there weeks ago, and though the pay wasn’t a lot, the owner was incredibly kind and you actually enjoyed working there. It paid enough for living expenses and basic necessities, which is what mattered. Today, however, you were given a small bonus, as you had sold a very valuable piece to a very important customer and actually managed to convince them to pre-order two more. Your boss was very impressed and rewarded you with some money to spend on something special.

You didn’t have much in mind. There wasn’t a lot going on in the Lower Ring. The best you could do for now, besides looking around for something to do, was keep your money out of plain sight. There were just too many thieves around this area to risk it.

A short grumble came from your stomach, reminding you that you hadn’t eaten since earlier that morning.  There weren’t many good restaurants around here, though, as all of those were up in the Middle Ring. However, all of the monorails were closed and it would be a nightmare to try and walk all the way up there. It seemed that the only option you had for now was a tea shop, as those were more easily accessible in the Lower Ring. One that came to mind was the Pao Family Tea House. You had heard from your employer that they had just recently hired new staff, and that the tea, which was mediocre at best before, was now the best in Ba Sing Se. You were sure that was a stretch, but it couldn’t hurt to try, could it?

You opened the door to the tea shop, looking up at the customers sitting around at each table. Most were guards and workers from around the city, probably because, like you, they were all off from their work shifts. They all seemed to be enjoying the tea they ordered, which gave you a little bit of hope that maybe you hadn’t decided to waste your time and money on something you wouldn’t enjoy. You took a seat at the only empty table left and looked at a small menu that was to the side, trying to pick out something you’d like but also could afford.

Thankfully, everything on the menu was in an affordable range. That came to no surprise, considering the quality and location of the tea house. They only had three different teas you could order and a few snacks you could order as sides. No matter what you ordered, it probably wouldn’t be enough to completely satisfy your hunger. You probably had something else back at the apartment, though. You’d worry about it when you got there.

The most appealing thing on the menu to you at that moment was the jasmine tea. Jasmine tea wasn’t something you had very often. Your mother only made it on special occasions, as it was hard to get jasmine tea leaves where you lived. Of course, being a large city, Ba Sing Se had plenty of it, meaning that what used to be a delicacy to you could now be found everywhere. Still, you limited yourself to only having it once in a while, that way it still felt rewarding whenever you ordered it. Along with the tea, you picked out the largest snack they had: a plate of cakes, just to make sure you wouldn’t be starving later.

You put the menu to the side, looking up to see a waiter walking towards your table.

A cute waiter. 

A cute waiter your age.

He was tall; that was the first thing you noticed about him. The second was his scar. He had a scar that covered his right eye, one that was clearly caused by a burn of some kind. It wasn’t pleasant (in your eyes, no scars were), but it didn’t mean you found it ugly. Everyone in the Lower Ring had scars of some kind, some visible and some not. It wasn’t any of your business to judge him by that. 

The third thing you noticed were his eyes. They were what you could only describe as a mix of brown and amber, something you couldn’t say you had ever seen before. 

You felt yourself beginning to blush a bit, knowing you did not look your absolute best from having to work all day. It didn’t help that you probably had bags under your eyes. You didn’t exactly live in the safest part of town, and more often than not you found yourself lying awake, paranoid about what might happen if you dozed off for even a second. If it wasn’t paranoia, it was the vivid nightmares that had plagued your mind about the Fire Nation ever since you left home. 

The boy stopped in front of your table, pulling out a pen and notepad from his apron pocket. “Hello, welcome to the Pao Family Tea House. What would you like?” His voice was hoarse and raspy. You could hear a mix of boredom and weariness ring through his words. It was something you heard in your own words all the time, especially at work. You managed a small smile and looked at the menu to refresh your mind of your order.

“Can I get a cup of jasmine tea and a small plate of cakes?” you asked, looking up at him. He looked down at you and paused for a moment, seeming to examine you just for a short second before nodding. He walked back to the counter, placing the order in front of an older man who was holding a teapot and chatting with whom you could only assume was the manager.

You sighed, looking back down at the table in thought. The waiter was intriguing, but you didn’t have the confidence to push past just ordering food. You didn’t know him and he didn’t know you. There was no point in trying to become anything more than strangers.

Then again, it couldn’t hurt to be friendly.

You soon saw the waiter walking back to your table, a cup of tea on his tray. He placed it down on your table, an unreadable expression on his face.

“Thank you,” you said, lifting the cup and breathing in the steam that came from the tea. It smelled delicious, which isn’t something you could normally say about tea in the Lower Ring. You smiled up at him. “Did you make the tea yourself?”

The waiter looked unsure of what to say. Either what you had just said was incredibly stupid or you were one of the first customers to say anything to him, and for your dignity’s sake, you hoped it was the latter.

“Um, no. My uncle made it.”

You looked over his shoulder, spotting a surprisingly recognizable older man with a teapot in his hands, chatting with one of the guards as he served their tea. 

“Is he your uncle?” you asked, nodding to the man. The waiter looked over and nodded. You chuckled, recalling your encounter with the man.

“I recognize him, actually. He came into the shop I work at a few weeks ago and bought a vase.”

The waiter looked back at you, a slightly curious look coming across his features. You went on, smiling softly.

“He was very friendly. He flirted with my boss a bit, and even managed to leave a tip, despite mentioning he was a refugee.”

The waiter huffed a bit, his eyes trailing to the floor. “Yeah, that sounds like him.”

It was silent for a moment, as you studied the features of the waiter some more. It occured to you that since his uncle was a refugee, that probably meant the boy was, and he didn’t seem to be all that proud of it. You couldn’t blame him. The Lower Ring was not a place you were fond of either, and the title “refugee” didn’t warrant many perks around here.

“I’m actually a refugee, too.” You said. The boy looked back up at you, his expression unreadable yet again. You looked down into your tea. “I came to Ba Sing Se a few months ago. Can’t say I’ve enjoyed it much, but it’s not all that bad.”

It was silent for a bit. The longer the silence stretched on, the less and less you wanted to make eye contact again. This was incredibly awkward. You found this to be the perfect time to take a sip of your tea, hoping it would act as an excuse as to why you weren’t talking

“What’s your name?” you asked, looking up at him again. A soft smile graced your features, the slightest hint of curiosity stirring in your eyes. 

He took a moment to zone back in before speaking. “Lee. My uncle’s name is Mushi.”

You grinned, giving him yours. “It’s nice to meet you, Lee. Please give my compliments to your uncle, by the way. I’m sure you two get this a lot, but this tea is the best I’ve had in years.”

“Yeah, we do,” he said, rather bluntly at first. You were worried you might have annoyed him for a second, but instead, he smiled. “I’ll be sure to tell him that.”

Speaking of the man, Mushi was just beside the table, a plate of cakes in his hand. 

“Tell me what?” he asked, a smile 

You looked over at his uncle, giving him a bright smile.

“Just how delicious this tea is,” you mused. “I think it might genuinely be the best in Ba Sing Se.”

“Well,” Mushi beamed, placing the plate on the table. “The secret ingredient is love.” He sent a knowing look to Lee, who scrunched up his face at his uncle’s comments. Mushi chuckled, walking to another table to check on one of the customers. Lee sighed, whether in exasperation or relief you couldn’t tell He looked towards you again.

“I probably need to get back to work.”

You nodded. “I understand. Thank you for the tea.”

Lee turned away, going to the back of the shop to clear some tables. Your eyes followed him along the way. You hoped you left the right impression. He didn’t seem to be completely annoyed by you and you were sure his uncle liked you. That’s a start. 

You let your thoughts drift away, still looking over at him, only to snap back when he looked up at you and made eye contact. . His cheeks became just the faintest shade of pink, and he immediately looked back down. You did the same, your cheeks becoming warm as you smiled. That blush had to mean something good.

For a moment, things in the tea shop were peaceful. You were enjoying yourself, feeling confident in what you chose to spend your bonus on. Lee had a subtle smile on his face, clearing off a now empty table. Mushi was chatting up the customers, discussing tea and using his charm up on the locals. Everything was fine, at least as fine as it could be.

And then the door slammed open.

“I’m tired of waiting!” 

All eyes in the room were now locked on the newcomer, the one who shouted; he was another boy your age, but he seemed to be the polar opposite to Lee. His skin was darker and much more tan, with his hair long and scruffy. He didn’t seem happy to be there. He lifted his hand, pointing all the way to the back of the shop at Lee and Mushi, who both looked very confused.

“These two men are firebenders!”

The stranger unsheathed two swords from his sides, stepping forward in a fighting stance. You immediately stood up from your table, spilling the cup of tea over, and cowered into the wall, wanting to keep a safe distance between you and the boy. The other patrons stood as well. In the other corner of the room, a man held his arms up in front of his date, guarding her just in case anything went south. Two men that had been visiting were now looking at the man with wide eyes and worried faces. 

The air around you became tense, fear and confusion clouding your head. Your eyes went back to the men in question. They both looked at each other; they both looked just as confused, their eyes raised in shock. Did they even know this man?

Your left hand drifted to your side, wondering if you had remembered to bring a dagger with you. Unfortunately, like almost every day, you had forgotten. If you made it out of this unscathed, you’d never make that mistake again.

All was silent. Everyone was probably thinking the same things you were. Who was this man? Why did he think Lee and Mushi were firebenders? How am I going to leave if he’s blocking the only exit? Your attention was locked on him, waiting to see what his next move was. 

The stranger at the door began to speak again.

“I know they’re firebenders! I saw the old man heating his tea!”

Your brow quirked slightly at that. This was a tea shop. Of course he would be heating some tea.

Apparently you weren’t the only one that thought this, as one of the guards responded making the same point.

The boy looked at the guard. “He’s a firebender, I’m telling you!”

His swords swung up fast, causing you to flinch slightly. The room was getting nervous, and the two guards at the table stood.

“Put your swords down, boy. Nice and easy.”

The man ignored them, turning back to Lee and Mushi, holding up his swords in an “X” shape. He slowly began to approach, speaking with a shake in his voice. “You’ll have to defend yourselves… then everyone will know.”

You weren’t liking the way this was going. The guards didn’t cause the boy to back down at all, only seeming to provoke him even further. 

It occurred to you that you could just leave now. He was no longer blocking the door, and it wouldn’t take much effort to just slip away into the night. But you couldn’t. You weren’t sure why, but you couldn’t. Maybe you were curious to see how it all played out. Maybe you were just too scared to try and make a move like that yet. Maybe you were just worried about everyone else’s safety.

You couldn’t tell and it wasn’t that important anyways. You weren’t going anywhere.

“Go ahead,” the boy with swords began to taunt, looking directly at the two of them. “Show them what you can do.”

It was a dare. A jab at their pride. You could tell by the mocking tone that laced the boy’s words. He was confident they were going to use their bending, so confident that it bordered on cocky. By now, he had gotten so close to the two, that the guard began to unsheathe his own swords. Things were going to get ugly. Maybe now was a good time to reconsider that running option. 

You heard other footsteps, your train of thought breaking as you realized Lee was stepping forward, a glare on his face.

“You want a show?” he asked, unsheathing the guard’s swords for himself. “I’ll give you a show!”

He pulled the swords apart from each other, entering a fighting stance that didn’t look like anything a tea shop worker would know. His leg stuck out to the side, hooking on the leg of a table and pulling it in front of him. He kicked it, sending it flying towards the stranger. 

The stranger didn’t hesitate, flipping over it and slicing it so hard that the table sliced in half, with stray pieces of wood flying across the room. You felt a chunk of wood smack you in the face, slicing your cheek as you winced. You cupped it, feeling blood begin to warm your fingers as it dripped from the cut. 

The clashing of swords diverted your attention back to the fight. Lee expertly avoided the boy’s attack, jumping onto the table previously occupied by the guards. Before he could counter his next move, though, the boy sliced through that table too, the wood once again cutting perfectly in half. Lee stumbled, the boy cutting away at each side even more, aiming at his legs. Lee jumped expertly in the air, dodging the boy’s attacks.

You had made very few assumptions about Lee and already felt you had severely underestimated him.

In a quick blur of a moment, the boy had somehow managed to kick Lee back so hard that it broke down the door. You and the rest of the people inside the tea shop rushed to the front, trying to see how things were escalating. Mushi was at the door, most likely worried about the safety of his nephew as the fight stretched on.

The stranger was gaining a slight upper hand, taking advantage of Lee’s disoriented state after having smashed through the door. He swung down at him, his hooks being blocked last minute by Lee’s blades.

The stranger had a grin on his face. “You must be getting tired of using those swords.” He tilted his head, continuing with, “why don’t you go ahead and firebend at me?”

Once again, he was trying to provoke some kind of action out of Lee, trying to exhaust his efforts so that he’d be theoretically forced to firebend at him. It was crazy.

The fight went on, Lee retaliating as best he could. Mushi called out, addressing the stranger, “Please, son, you’re confused! You don’t know what you’re doing!”

His pleas were ignored, the fight continuing with even more vigor. They backed down the street, getting closer and closer to a large square surrounding a well. Mushi began to walk out of the doorway, following the two men as they fought. The rest of the patrons weren’t far behind, some worrying for the safety of the two and others, such as the guards, keeping an eye out for when they’d need to intervene. Your eyes were still glued on Lee, your feet unconsciously moving you along towards him. The strange boy began to taunt Lee once more, this time bringing Mushi into the mix.

“Bet you wish he helped you out with a little fire blast right now!” 

He hooked one of his swords on the other, spinning and swinging the swords around like whips. Lee backed away, slamming one of his own swords through the handle of the stranger’s.

“You’re the one who needs help!” Lee yelled, pulling back his swords in a defensive position as the boy recovered, about the swing again. Lee was one step ahead, swinging at the young man’s neck. The young man threw his head back, the sword swiping just above his head, so quick and so clean that a blue streak sparked as it sliced the grass he held between his teeth.

The boy arched forward, flipping back and landing on the edge of the well. He called out to the crowd that had gathered to watch the fight progress.

“You see that? The Fire Nation is trying to silence me!” He looked around at the crowd, the people all staring up at him in confusion. He then turned back to Lee, his eyes narrowing into a glare. “It’ll never happen.”

He reached back and hooked his sword on the wooden bar, swinging back and jumping forward at Lee. 

You weren’t sure how much more of this you could take. Neither Lee nor the stranger seemed tired out enough to give the other a good chance at victory, and nobody, not even the guards, was attempting to interfere. Your cheek was beginning to really bother you and you knew that if you didn’t get home soon, you’d most likely wake up late for work tomorrow.

“Mushi, is Lee going to be alright?” you asked, your hands holding your sides. Mushi looked back at you and gave you a reassuring smile.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure my nephew will be alright.” He turned back to the fight, his smile faltering a bit. “It’s the other young man that I’m worried about. Lee is not one to back down easily.” 

You looked up at Lee again, watching him strategically block each attack made by the stranger. You huffed, beginning to back away, until you saw the crowd to begin to disperse.

“Drop your weapons!” a stern voice called out.

The Dai Li had finally made their appearance.

The boys slow down their fighting, backing away from each other. Neither of them took their eyes off the other, swords still held out defensively, just in case anything else escalated. The stranger spoke first.

“Arrest them!” he called out. “They’re firebenders.”

Mushi was quick to respond, his voice relaxed as he said, “this poor boy is confused. We’re just simple refugees.”

You looked one of the Dai Li agents in the eye and nodded, hoping it would help to have someone agree. Others apparently had the same idea, as the manager came to their defense as well.

“This young man wrecked my tea shop and assaulted my employees!” He pointed over at you, more specifically the cut on your cheek. “He even injured one of my customers!”

The guards that Lee got his swords from nodded. “It’s true, sir. We saw the whole thing. This crazy kid attacked the finest teamaker in the city.”

Mushi awed, blushing.

“That’s very sweet.”

The Dai Li agents walked up to the stranger, one on each side of him. 

“Come with us son.”

The boy gritted his teeth, quickly swinging the sword in his right hand behind him to strike the Dai Li, only for it to land right in the palm of one. The agent twisted his arm back, the other helping to restrain him with their gloves made of Earth. Once they were sure he was unable to break free, they began to drag him back, the crowd dispersing and revealing a detainment cart. You couldn’t help but feel bad for the young man. You hadn’t ever heard anything good about the Dai Li. People who were taken into their custody either never came back or never came back the same. It was why you wanted to avoid them as much as possible, as detainment rates were especially high among refugees, at least from what you had heard.

You watched as the boy looked around desperately. “You don’t understand, they’re Fire Nation! You have to believe me!”

The crowd and you could only watch in silence as he was pulled into the cart, the back doors shutting on him. By now, most of the crowd was dispersing, none paying any particular attention to the boy anymore. You squeezed your sides, frowning, wondering what would come of the boy. 

Mushi sighed, shaking his head and turning towards you. “Are you alright, Miss?

You glanced up, giving him a soft smile. “I’m fine, thank you. Do you remember how much my order was?”

“Please,” you heard behind you. You looked over your shoulder to see the manager of the tea shop there, smiling sympathetically. “The tea is free of charge. Consider it an apology for all of the ruckus.”

You shook your head, blushing slightly. “Thank you, that’s very kind, but tables are not cheap to replace.” You pulled out half of the cash you had brought that night and handed it to him with a smile. “If you need to replace any of your dishes, feel free to visit Miss Kang’s Pottery Shop. I can make sure you receive a discount.”

He nodded and wished you a good night, walking into the shop to inspect the damage. Mushi followed, leaving you by yourself. Well, not completely anyway.

You looked back at where Lee had been fighting, watching Lee hand back the swords to the guards he had taken them from.

“You’ve got some serious skill, son. You should consider applying to the police academy, you could seriously make a difference.”

Lee didn’t go as far as to smile, but he did nod and give a small thank you. The guards waved goodbye, and Lee began to walk back to the shop, his mind clearly somewhere else. You watched him come up to you, deciding to talk to him again.

“Are you alright? That fight was… pretty intense.”

He began to focus again, looking at you. “I’m alright, just a little worn out.”

You smiled, a wave of relief washing over you. “That’s good.”

He nodded. “Actually, you seem like you got more hurt than I did. Is that cut okay?”

You blushed, placing a hand over your cheek, feeling the dry blood that had stuck to your face. “Yeah. It stings a bit, but I’ve got some stuff at home that should help.”

“That’s… that’s good,” he said a bit awkwardly. You chuckled softly, walking over to his side so you could go inside with him. 

When you got inside, the manager and Mushi immediately stopped the two of you.

“Hold on you two,” the manager began. 

“Young lady, considering all of the ruckus that has taken place tonight, I was wondering if you’d mind letting Lee escort you home,” Mushi asked, a considerate look on his face.

Your eyes widened, your jaw dropping slightly as you began to blush. You didn’t want to force Lee into any kind of position like that, especially since you had literally met less than an hour ago.

“W-well I… I’m not sure if that would be necessary, sir, especially since you might need Lee to help clean up the shop,” you stammered, looking over at Lee who was equally confused and uncertain about this.

“No, no, I insist. Lee would have no problem walking such a kind girl to her home, especially after the night being so inconveniencing for you.”

You literally got scratched on the face, why was everyone acting like you had lost a limb?

A pink flush came over Lee’s face, his eyes looking anywhere but you as the manager and Mushi began to corner you both to the door.

“Please be careful, but be sure to take your time! The night is beautiful, no need to waste it!” 

And with that, you both were shoved onto the path outside of the shop, the once busy street now completely empty except for the two of you. Your face was hot and red, unable to look up from your feet below you. Lee was looking to the side, from what you could tell, and you had no idea what he was thinking. He was probably annoyed, angry even that he was now stuck with you. First, the crazy kid accused him of being a fire bender of all things and now his uncle and boss were making him babysit you.

He wasn’t looking at you, and he wasn’t moving either. Maybe you could just book it, give him an excuse to go back in and never go to the shop again. Maybe you could just disappear and he wouldn’t make you out to be a burden. Maybe you could just apologize and leave, then go home and forget this whole night had never happened. Perhaps that would be best.

A sigh leaving your companion’s lips quickly made that decision for you, though.

“So… where do you live?” 

~

It had gotten really late. Most of the city was already asleep, with their lights off and windows shut. If it weren’t for the stars that hung up above, you probably wouldn't be able to see the path in front of you. You and Lee had been walking for quite some time now, not a word passing between the two of you. You took a breath, deciding that it was time you said something.

“You were very impressive in that fight back there.”

His eyes widened a bit as he looked over at you, probably surprised you had said something.

“Oh, um… thanks.”

“Where did you learn to do all of that?” 

He shrugged. 

“I’ve picked up a few things from my uncle.”

You smiled.

“Was he a guard where you used to live?”

He was silent for a moment, his eyes lost in thought. 

“Sort of.”

You looked back down at the ground, not knowing where to take the conversation from there.

You sighed, your cheerful demeanor sinking. You stopped walking, holding your forehead with your hand and taking in a deep breath. Lee took a few more steps before he realized you had stopped. He turned towards you, his brow furrowing in confusion.

You looked up at him with tired eyes and began to speak. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be bothering you so much. I haven’t had anyone to talk to for a while now, I guess I just got a bit ahead of myself.”

He took a minute to think before responding. “Do you not live with anyone?”

You shook your head, frowning slightly. “No. My family sent me away from our village by myself. It was urgent and they didn’t have enough money for all of us to come to Ba Sing Se.”

You blinked, looking at the path in front of you with a blank stare.

“I haven’t heard from them in months. I don’t even know if they’re still alive.”

You closed your eyes and took a deep, painful breath, beginning to walk again.

“Thank you for walking me this far. I can get home just fine from here.”

It was a moment before you heard his footsteps begin to pick up again behind you. Your face contorted into one of confusion, as suddenly Lee was by your side again. You opened your mouth to speak again, about to insist that he didn’t need to walk with you, but he beat you to it.

“I’m sorry,” he began, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. “I’m not very good with people.”

You hummed, a small smile returning to your lips.

“It’s alright. I’m not exactly a people person, either. I shouldn’t have been so pushy with you in the first place.”

“You weren’t that pushy. At least compared to some people I’ve met.”

You chuckled, feeling a little less nervous being around him.

“Thank you. I’m glad I don’t come across that way,” you mused.

He nodded, and for the next few minutes, you both walked together in silence, with you guiding him down the paths you needed to take home and him being vigilant for any crooks that might’ve been hiding out somewhere. After a while, he brought up conversation again.

“How old are you, exactly?”

You shrugged. “I’m about fifteen. You?”

“Sixteen.”

“You look like you’d be older,” you said, though it came out the wrong way you meant it to. “Not in, like, a bad way, though! Like you just seem more mature, I guess.”

“Um, yeah, I could say the same about you.”

Right, you still looked exhausted. You sighed, reaching up to rub the back of your neck.

“Yeah, I don’t exactly look all that youthful right now. I haven’t slept much lately and work has just been really difficult.

His eyes widened as he began to stammer. “No, not like I think you look old or anything, you look plenty young! It’s just, you look like you could be sixteen or seventeen.”

You gave him a thankful smile, though it wasn’t all that genuine. “Thank you, but I’d have to disagree.”

He looked away from you, unsure of what to say next. You didn’t quite know what to say either, so you changed the subject.

“Hey, I’m sorry if this question bothers you, but did you know that young man that attacked you in the tea shop?”

“Why do you ask?”

You shrugged, feeling a bit stupid for asking. “Well, I don’t know. He just seemed to have recognized you from somewhere else.”

Lee sighed, fiddling with the string on his apron absentmindedly.

“Yeah. We came to Ba Sing Se on the same ferry. He told me about how the Fire Nation killed his parents and such. Then he saw my uncle buy a cup of tea from a vendor and I guess he just thought he firebended somehow.”

You frowned, feeling just a little bit bad about what happened to the boy.

“No wonder he was so dead set on attacking you. He’s probably traumatized.”

He huffed. “Yeah. Probably.”

Your mind kept going back to the young man being dragged back and thrown into the cart with the Dai Li, a knot beginning to form in your stomach. It didn’t seem like Lee knew the gravity of being put into the custody of the Dai Li and just how terrifying of a sentiment it was to you.

“I don’t take it you know much about the Dai Li, do you?” you asked, cautiously, as if anybody could be listening to you right now, as they actually very well could.

He looked over at you with narrowed eyes.

“My uncle has told me enough that I know not to mention the war, but other than that, I can’t say I do.”

You sighed, looking around you for any places someone could be hiding or listening.

“Whenever someone is taken by the Dai Li, they either don’t come back or they don’t come back the same. There have been cases where men who were in the Dai Li’s possession were released with no idea who their own families were. It’s really unsettling and it’s one of those things I hate about being a refugee here.”

He nodded. “I can see why. I don’t understand what the Earth Kingdom would have to gain from banning the mention of the war, though.”

“Neither do I, but it happens nonetheless.”

The conversation could’ve gone on for hours at that point, but by now, you had finally reached your quaint, little apartment. You stopped at the door and turned to him fully, folding your hands together and smiling. 

“Well,” you said quietly, looking up at him with tired eyes. “Thank you for walking me home, Lee. It was really nice meeting you.”

He nodded. “It was nice meeting you, too. I’m sorry I didn’t give the best first impression.”

You giggled quietly, shaking your head. “It’s okay. I’m definitely going to be visiting the tea shop again soon, so I wouldn’t say you left a horrible impression on me.”

“I’m sure my uncle will be happy to hear that.”

you smiled, taking your key out of your pocket and unlocking your door. Lee took that as his cue to leave, turning away from you and beginning to walk down the road you both took. You opened your door just a little bit, glancing over your shoulder back at Lee. You puffed your cheeks out a bit as you left the door ajar, walking over to him and calling out his name.

He turned back to face you, his face blushing a soft pink when he realized how close you were. With that, you planted a soft kiss on his cheek, whispering a meek “goodbye” before running back into your house.

You slammed the door, your face hot and bright red as butterflies soared around your chest. You groaned, sliding down the door and hiding your face in your hands. You couldn’t tell if you felt more euphoric or embarrassed. Whatever, it didn’t matter right now. You’d leave the shame and embarrassment to your future self, as right now, you were exhausted and needed to go to bed.

What a way to end the day.

[pretty-setter-bois]

come over

request; none! this idea popped into my head n i thought it was funny. this takes place before the timeskip, preferable after he’d met hinata.

summary; kenma comes over for you both to hangout, which ends up surprising your brother and you.

word count; 1412™

warnings; none ღ

     “KENJI, CLEAN UP!” you scolded your younger brother, picking up his laundry and wrappers. “i have someone coming over soon, you make it look like a rats den!”

“what does my room have to do with this?” he asks, lifting one of his headphones behind his ear.

“it smells disgusting!”

“well, i’m sorry you can’t make out with your boyfriend here?”

you kick his back slightly, causing him to lean forward from his position; sitting on the floor, legs crossed.

“hey! i could’ve lost!” he finally looks up from the screen, eyebrows furrowed.

you stick out your tongue at him, and he rolls his eyes before returning to his game. you continue to pick up his trash and throw his laundry into the basket, returning to his room with air freshener.

after a few sprays around the rooms and hisses from kenji, you leave his room, satisfied. just as you return the air freshener to its place, a doorbell interupts you.

you quickly shove the bottle onto the shelf, before giddily skipping to the door and opening it with a smile.

“hi.”

“hi.” kenma returns a small smile.

you move aside to allow him to enter, closing the door and locking it afterwards.

“my parents are at work, but my brother is home.”

“you make it sound like we were going to do something weird.” he crinkles his nose, earning a suggestive wiggle of the eyebrows from you.

“i mean...”

“come on.” he grabs your hand and walks up the stairs, making sure to take the lead so you couldn’t see the smile on his face — accompanied with a roll of the eyes, of course.

“what do you wanna do this time?”

“what we usually do when i come over.”

he opens one of the drawers in your room, finding a small gaming device hidden amongst the items.

he presses the on button, trying to turn it on, only for an image of drained battery to show up on its screen.

“what happened to this?” he waves it in front of you.

“oh, it ran out of charge. my brother took the charger for something. i was looking for it earlier, but i couldn't find it.”

“what do you want to do instead?”

despite kenma's usual speech pattern of few-word sentences and replies of the such, he found himself able to speak freely in your presence.

“volleyball?” you tease.

“you sound just like kuroo.”

despite going to a different school, you'd heard much about kenma’s volleyball teammates. the mowhawk, the half-russian, and the demon-senpai.

the bedhead had been mentioned the most, as kenma always had stories to tell which involved him.

     AN HOUR HAD passed, and you and kenma were completely bored out of your minds. while the two of you did enjoy the other's company, it was hard to speak when you were the only one trying to keep up the conversation. kenma’s heart was set on your little gaming device.

“can’t you just ask him for the charger?”

“no.” you pouted.

“why?”

“you ask him.” you cross your arms, not wanting to speak to the man who’d betrayed you (i’ll leave it up to you to decide who).

“alright.” he gets up and starts to walk.

“wait, what?” you get up, starting to walk behind him.

“which room is your brothers?”

“that one-” you point. “wait!”

but he doesn’t wait. he knocks on the door to kenji’s lair, and receives a loud ‘yes?’.

“he’s not going to get up.” you cross your arms.

kenji opens the door, and kenma raises an eyebrow at you.

“what do you want, nee-chan-” he pauses when realizing that it wasn’t his sister, but rather a boy.

one that he was bound to outgrow in height one day, but not today.

“you’re not (Y/N).”

“can i have the charger to this?” kenma bluntly asks, lifting the gaming device up.

“yeah, sure.” your brother turns around, pulling his hood down and taking off his headset.

he begins to search through his room - which had already started to get messy in your short absence — for the charger.

once he finds it, he turns around to hand it to kenma, and that’s when he realizes it.

“wait a second,” he points at kenma. “you’re kodzuken! the famous gamer!”

“not really.” kenma blinks, as if it were the most regular occurrence to have happened.

“you didn’t tell me you were dating a gamer!” kenji turns to you.

“you never asked.” you shrugged playfully.

he turns back to kenma. “i’m letting you know before you get too-in deep, she’s a nightmare.”

“not really. she’s the opposite.”

“alright, man.” your brother shrugs, before returning to his console. “wait, before you leave, could you help me with this level? i’ve been stuck on it for ages.”

kenma obliges, forgetting about the gaming device — and you for that matter — to help your brother. the two spent hours playing that stupid game you were sure your brother was to marry.

at first you were mad — jealous -l— kenma was your boyfriend, he came here to spend time with you, and your brother was hogging him.

then, you realized something. kenma was getting along with your brother, they were having fun. it was rare for kenma to be like this, and after he’d started dating you, he’d started to have fun just a little more. but now, he was smiling. a genuine smile, one that you wanted to see more, even if it didn’t come from you.

     KENMA HAD BEEN playing for so long that he’d lost track of time, so when his mother called, frantic, he decided it was time to leave. he left your brothers room — not before adding each other on whatever game they were playing — and went to the front door, putting on his shoes.

“i’m glad you had fun.” you smile.

“yeah,” he stands up after tying his laces. “but it could’ve been more fun.”

“how so?”

“if you’d played with us.”

you don’t say anything.

“i know i didn’t talk to you very much today, you know how i am with games.”

he moves forward.

“but, i really, really like you, and i’m really glad i’m able to call you my girlfriend.”

he hugs you.

kenma’s never been an affectionate or emotional person, but here he was - hugging you. you were so surprised you almost forgot to hug back, but there was no way you were going to let this opportunity slip by.

he tries to let go. “i have to go now, i’ll see you tomorrow?”

he opens the door, only to be pulled back into a hug.

“no.” you pout.

“(Y/N),” he chuckles. you’d give up kenji’s console — and deal with the consequences — just to hear it again. “my mom’s waiting for me. it’s late.”

“i don’t want you to go.” you hug tighter, the two of you outside.

“how about this,” he places two hands on your shoulders. “you come over tomorrow,” he moves in closer, his lips practically on your ear. “and we have some fun?”

you had completely let go of him at this point, your face warm enough to melt ice. kenma had taken the opportunity to escape, sprinting a little before starting to walk.

“hey!”

he stops.

“what?”

“th-that was unfair!” you cross your arms.

“don’t worry, i wasn’t lying about my promise.”

he begins to walk home, leaving you completely flushed and flustered.

this was the most emotion kenma had shown to you in a day.

kenji had to third wheel on your dates more often.

extra:

     “SO, NEE-CHAN,” kenji begins.

“yeah, kenji?”

“how did someone like kenma-san ever start dating someone like you?”

“what is that supposed to mean?!”

“he’s so cool, and you’re so...” he sticks a finger in his mouth and gags to emphasize his point, receiving a smack on the head. “who asked who out?”

“i asked him out.”

“i bet he said yes out of pity.”

you chuckle to yourself, remembering what kenma had told you earlier.

“how about this,” he places two hands on your shoulders. “you come over tomorrow,” he moves in closer, his lips practically on your ear. “and we have some fun?”

your face get’s warm again, and you zone out.

“nee-chan? what happened?”

you laugh, “you’ll understand when you’re older. or when you get a girlfriend, even though we both know those things wont happen.”

“hey! i’m already taller than you!”

“what was that, you little tanuki?”

NOTES ♕❣⁂ღ

my first haikyuu post had to be of my best boy hehe

[echoghost1]

It’s Phic Phight time baby~!

Title: Perseverance Word Count: 1344 For:  @zombiemerlin Read on AO3 or below the cut!

Summery:  While Maddie is helping Danny with his homework a notification from his phone becomes a major distraction.

Edit: I didn’t check the formatting before but now it’s fixed! Edit: I added a summery!

Maddie made sure to be waiting in the living room when Danny came home after school. Not because he was in trouble, far from it. She was there waiting to keep him out of trouble.

The previous semester had been particularly hard for Danny. She still wasn’t sure what it was that was causing it though.

Was the transition from middle to high school that jarring for him?

Was the ghost activity upsetting him so much that he couldn’t concentrate?

Had his accident done something more to him than she realized? Should she have gotten a second opinion?

Was it something else entirely?

She sighed and tried to push those questions aside. Now was not the time for that. Now was a time for action.

During the last parent-teacher conference, they had come up with a plan. Mr. Lancer noted that Danny had done remarkably well if he simply studied and worked while under supervision. He seemed to benefit from having someone nearby to ask questions or bounce ideas off of.

It made sense to Maddie. It was hard not to notice that he tended to think out loud.

Another part of the plan was to make sure Danny couldn’t use the excuse of “I forgot” when it came to his schoolwork; he got a planner. He had to write down all his assignments in it and have them verified by his teachers and then signed by his parents when he got home. The signatures would then be checked the following day by his homeroom teacher, Mr. Lancer.

That man deserved a raise.

Danny came home later than usual, “I’m home!” he announced, slightly winded.

“Hi honey,” She turned off the evening news that she hadn’t really been watching and stood with him by the door.

Without being prompted he answered her first question, “Sorry I’m late. I almost forgot some stuff and my locker got stuck and then I missed the bus and I was running to try and catch it but then I just ran all the way here.” when he was done with his rush of words he deflated into a slouch.

“You ran from the school?” they didn’t exactly live within walking distance, it was why there was a bus.

“Yup.” he agreed, popping the ‘p’ as he slipped off his shoes.

“You hate running.”

“Yeah, I know. Flying is way better.” he said casually then froze, his shoe falling to the floor with a thud, “Not that I would know what that is like? Because I’m just a regular human person.”

That was odd. He was talking with strange inflections and avoiding eye contact. Was he lying to her right now? About what?

She took his chin in her hand to make him look at her. He didn’t appear to be overshadowed, just nervous. “Sweetheart, you know I love you right?”

He looked away with a slight blush dusting his cheeks, “Yeah,” but then he wrinkled his nose and scrunched his eyebrows together in frustration as he locked eyes with her again, “But? I’m sensing a ‘but’.”

She rolled her eyes and tried her best not to laugh at how cute that face was. He was right though, “But,” she started and made sure he saw her smile, “you aren’t making any sense right now. Did you get enough to eat at lunch?”

“Why are you asking about lunch?” he asked suddenly very suspicious of her for some reason.

That must be it then.

“You tend to get,” how should she say this? Definitely didn’t want to say ‘agitated’, “grumpy,” she decided, “when you’re hungry.”

“I’m not grumpy!” he snapped.

There was a beat for Danny to realize what he just did before he let out a defeated sigh, “Okay fine, maybe I am a little hungry.”

Maddie ruffled his hair and led him into the kitchen, “Well how about you get yourself something while I look over your planner and figure out a game plan?”

He nodded and fished out his unfortunately roughed-up planner from his bag before going to the cupboards. How he had managed to get this thing so ratty in such a short time she had no idea.

It didn’t appear to be much of a workload today, but there was a tear on the page and one of the assignments listed was now illegible. “You need to be more careful with this planner Danny, I can’t even read what this assignment is.”

He slid into his normal spot at the table, a bowl of cereal in tow, and leaned over to see what assignment she meant, “Oh right, I was going to text Sam about that.” he reached into his pocket but then stopped and looked back at her, “That’s okay, right?”

She smiled at him, glad that he was taking the no phones during homework time rule seriously, “Of course dear, but make sure you still put it in the phone zone when you’re done with your snack.”

He muttered his agreement through mouthfuls as he texted his friend, “I kinda know what the assignment is.” he admitted once he sent the message, “I just don’t know if I have to read to chapter five or through chapter five. Which, of course, are two very different things.”

Maddie nodded along as he spoke just enjoying spending time with him.

This was much better than that lame science symposium would have been. This was actual quality time.

“So what happened at lunch?”

He looked up, mouth full of cereal and even the spoon. He held up a finger before slipping the spoon out and powered through the overly large mouthful. He swallowed, took a breath, and simply said, “Box Ghost.”

“Box Ghost?” she repeated. That was probably the blue one in the overalls. It did tend to have a fixation with cardboard.

“Yeah, he swooped in midway through. Lunchables. Everywhere. Like an alarming amount of Lunchables. There was no way that many were in the school before he showed up.” he tapped his spoon on the side of his bowl in thought, “Maybe he hit the grocery store on the way over.” He quickly brushed the thought aside, “Don’t know. Don’t care. Either way, it ended with my food getting trashed and then the bell rang.”

He sighed and slumped in his seat, apparently too irritated to finish now.

She wanted to apologize, or empathize, or maybe ask why he was naming the ghosts? He really shouldn’t do that. Names formed attachments and attachments lowered your guard. And your guard should never be lowered around something as dangerous as a ghost.

Instead of any of that, Danny’s phone chimed with a notification.

He instantly perked up and opened the message in one fluid motion.

Then he just stared at the screen.

His eyes slowly getting wider.

His mouth falling open in shock.

Then he screamed?

He jumped out of his chair so fast he knocked it to the floor and just would not stand still. An endless string of repeated ‘oh my god’s spilled from his lips.

He was clearly freaking out over whatever he saw on his phone, but it wasn’t panic. No, he was excited.

Really, really, excited.

She hadn’t seen him like this since the day they had surprised him with a trip to Space Camp. That felt like ages ago now.

“Sweetie?” her call was ignored as his eyes were still glued to his phone.

She got up and grabbed his shoulders, “Danny!”

“Can you believe it!?” he asked grinning from ear to ear.

“Believe what?”

“They did it! It just happened!”

“What just happened?” her arms slid down off his shoulders as she tried to figure out what he could be so excited about.

“They just landed!”

“Who’s they?” 

“Perseverance!”

That sounded familiar but she wasn’t sure why, “And where did they land?”

“Mars!”

That’s right, the NASA mission. It must have been on the news earlier.

She looked back at her boy. It had been far too long since she had seen such pure joy on his face.

[bts-babyjoonie]

Potion Witch- Namkook AU CH 2

Paring: Namjoon x Jungkook

Tags: Witch Jungkook, Witch Namjoon, fluff, clumsy Namjoon, eventual smut, slow burn, Namkook in love.

Word Count: 2,620

Summary:  Namjoon is a potion making witch. He's also very clumsy and prone to making mistakes. Probably not the best thing when your job is to handle delicate substances. Every two weeks Namjoon goes into town with a wagon full of his potions. He delivers them to his buddy and closest business partner Jungkook. Lately, Jungkook has been having trouble falling asleep so he turns to Namjoon to make him a sleep remedy. Of course, Namjoon agrees and makes it for him, but he accidentally mixes up the potions and gives Jungkook the wrong one. The next thing he knew, Jungkook was a bunny. 

He’s done it now hasn't he….

“Oh god what do we do”, Namjoon gasped.

Jungkook was small- too small. His dark ears looked soft to the touch and the fluff on his chest was puffed out. His black eyes sparkled in the light.

“Jungkook you’re so cute!”, Namjoon squealed.

The adorable facade faded as soon as Jungkook opened his mouth to speak.

“Well, you know what’s not cute? This mess you got me in. What the hell are you going to do Namjoon?!”

He couldn’t take Jungkook seriously like this. He was a freaking rabbit for god's sake! The adorable high-pitched voice didn’t help either.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            

“Okay don’t worry, I’m going to take you home with me and we’ll try and find a potion that can turn you back into a human.”

Namjoon assumed Jungkook understood by the silence he gave. His tiny eyelids began to droop. As if he were to fall asleep.

“I’m going to pick you up now okay?”

“Okay”, said the small voice.

In Jungkook's eyes, Namjoon looked humongous. Well, Namjoon was always taller than him but this time he was intimidatingly large. He gently wrapped his arms around the small bunny and scooped him into his arms like a baby. As he laid there, Jungkook suddenly felt very sleepy. Namjoon’s arms were thick and warm, and despite his earlier fear, he felt safe.

Namjoon could tell that the bunny was tired. The transformation from a big to small body must’ve taken a great amount of energy from him. It was best to bring him home quickly so he could rest.

“Are you sleepy?” Namjoon softly whispered. Jungkook replied with a heavy-lidded blink. It felt like his heart was going to explode at how cute he was.  Namjoon took the end of his cloak and wrapped it around Jungkook’s small body making a sling for him to sleep. He then grabbed the other end and made a knot securing the bunny.

“I guess we better get going”, Namjoon sighed.

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The trip back to his house went fine. Jungkook was asleep the entire time. Even when namjoon opened the creaky wooden door to his house, he stayed asleep. Inside it was cold and dark. Namjoon snapped his fingers and suddenly the candles were lit, brightening up the dark room. He set the small bunny down onto the living room couch and covered him with a red blanket. The house lacked warmth so he made sure to lite the fireplace as well.

Namjoon went over to the kitchen and grabbed the unreasonably thick spellbook he kept on the shelf. He plopped it down on the counter and started flipping the pages in hopes of finding a solution. After about 15 minutes, he finally stumbled upon a potion that might be able to help Jungkook out. It seemed he had all the ingredients except for the Nightshade. Normally this wouldn’t have been a problem except for the fact that nightshade was extremely hard to come across.

“Shit’’, Namjoon hissed.

The only person he thought might have it was the Elder witch. But reaching him would surely be a perilous journey. It seemed he had no choice though. Owning up to his mistake was something he had to do.

But Namjoon had an idea. Perhaps not a bright one but it was an idea alright.

Deathbell had similar properties to Nightshade, and Namjoon happened to have some stored away. Perhaps it could give off similar effects? He was naturally curious and wanted to experiment with this possibility. Excitedly, he poured water into the cauldron and grabbed the ingredients he needed off the shelves. While he waited for the water to boil he found himself zoning out while staring at the tiny bottle of dried Deathbell flowers.

”It’ll be alright won’t it?” he thought to himself.

“Well, I can only hope for the best now. Let’s get to work!”, Namjoon exclaimed.

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Jungkook was slowly opening his eyes but they went wide as he began to panic. His heart almost jumped out of his chest; he had forgotten why the world was so... big.

“Right, Joon got me into this mess…”, he thought to himself.

He couldn’t stay mad at Namjoon though. Jungkook saw him as endearing. Even his clumsiness made his heart pitter-patter. Deep down he worried he’d stay like this forever. He would have to close the shop down but most importantly he wouldn’t get the chance to tell Namjoon how he felt about him. Not that he couldn’t- but a human and a rabbit wouldn’t exactly work…

Jungkook’s small nosed quivered as he sniffed the air. It smelled good. What was Joon making? The scent was pleasant, it was making Jungkook hungry. The bunny shook the red blanket off of his body and clumsily hopped down onto the wooden floor. Once he hopped his way around the couch he immediately saw Namjoon in the kitchen. He had a black apron on which hugged his figure rather nicely. His hair was pushed back and his skin was glowing with sweat. Most importantly he was HUGE.

Namjoon was in the middle of stirring the potion when he spotted the black bunny on the living room floor. He gently placed the ladle down on a cloth and began to walk over towards Jungkook. His little heart was pounding with every thundering step Namjoon took towards him. He smiled down at the bunny and then picked him up.

“Hey Jungkook, I think I found a solution to your problem”, he hummed.

“O-oh really? T-that’s great”, Jungkook stuttered. He was so close to Namjoon, he could feel his warmth radiating into his small body. It made his heart beat faster than he thought his tiny body could handle.

“Are you okay Kookie?”.

Oh, how he loved being called that.

Namjoon noticed the bunny wasn’t saying anything so he set him down onto the kitchen counter. “You were out for a good while. About four hours? Luckily the potion is almost ready”. That was good news in Jungkook's eyes. The sooner he can get out of this mess the sooner he can go back to his shop and daydream about Namjoons visits. He’d get around to confessing eventually.

“Are you hungry?”, Namjoon asked.

“Yes actually”, He replied shyly. Jungkook hadn’t realized how famished he actually was. He could eat an entire field of grass right about now.

Wait grass?

Namjoon grinned and made his way over  to the basket of fruits and vegetables he had lying on his countertops. He grabbed a carrot and a cucumber and brought them over to the cutting board. The bunny watched as namjoon took a sharp knife and attempted to cut the cucumber and carrots into manageable pieces. The end result was bits of uneven and jagged cut vegetables but they were small enough to eat.

“Cucumbers and carrots have never looked so appetizing before”, Jungkook gleamed.

“Yeah, well I supposed that was what a bunny would enjoy eating”, Namjoon chuckled.

“Please, help yourself”.

Jungkook didn’t need to be told twice. He started going at the vegetables, loudly chewy on the crunchy bits of carrot. The cucumbers felt cool and refreshing against his tongue. True bliss.

Namjoon watched the bunny as he crunched desperately on the vegetables. It was adorable how his cheeks would scrunch up and down as he chewed. He was almost starting to wish he could keep Jungkook like this forever.

“He would finally be mine”, he whispered softly to himself.

“Who would be yours?” Jungkook squeaked.

Namjoon’s face lit up red as he stumbled over his words. “O-oh I f-forgot you could hear s-so well!” Jungkook‘s ears stood up in question. “Don’t worry about it bun bun, I was just murmuring some nonsense”.

“Bun bun?”, Jungkook gasped dramatically. As if he was truly offended.

Namjoon chuckled loudly. “I thought It was a fitting name!” Jungkook stuck his nose up in the air pretending to be offended. He actually liked the nick-name. He just didn’t want Namjoon to know that.

Next to Namjoon was the cauldron that was now beginning to bubble over. A purple foam like substance rising to the top.

“H-hey Joon i think the potion you’re brewing is going to spill over”. Namjoon immediately snapped his head over to the cauldron. He saw the liquid getting ready to pour over and quickly turned the heat down.

“Haha, well I guess the potion is done!”, Namjoon smiled embarrassedly.

He dipped the ladle into the cauldron and scooped up some of the potion up. Then he poured it into a small glass container that sat in cold ice water.

“Let’s wait for it to cool down before you try it okay?” Jungkook hummed in agreement.

“Oh by the way, before I can give you this cure I need to let you know something.”

What is it? Jungkook asked.

“Well, I didn’t exactly have all the right ingredients to make this. There’s a flower I need but it is very hard to come by-“

“So you didn’t add it in, I'm assuming” Jungkook interrupted.

“Yes but also no… I used a flower called Deathbell. Its properties are almost exactly the same, the only difference is their appearance. I used it as a substitute in hopes that the effect will still be the same. It’s understandable if you don’t want to take a chance but in order to get the Nightshade flower, I'll have to travel to a far place. I may not even be able to get my hands on it. Which of course, means the shop is going to be closed forever and you’ll be.... Well you know.”

Jungkook contemplated in silence. Of course he wanted to be human again but what if it went wrong. And if he didnt take the chance, he could stay this way forever. He felt his mind turning to mush, unable to think of what choice he should make.

“You know kookie, if you do decide to try the potion, there's nothing in it that would make your situation worse. The only bad thing that could happen is well-  nothing at all!” Namjoon said enthusiastically.

He was right. It was better to take the chance of potentially being cured rather than having Namjoon travel across the country in an attempt to find a flower that might not even be there.

“Okay I’ve decided to go through with it”, Jungkook said confidently.

“Wonderful”, Namjoon grinned.

He grabbed the small bunny and placed him on the floor. Then he took the tiny potion bottle out of the bowl of water and brought a spoon up to the opening. The purple liquid poured onto the spoon until there was nothing left in the bottle. Namjoon carefully got onto his knees right in front of Jungkook and presented the spoon to his face.

“Try your best to drink it all up okay?”

Jungkook nodded.

He began to lick at the spoon. Trying his best to get everything into his mouth. Soon the spoon was spotless. Not a single drop left. The boys sat in silence, waiting for something to happen, but nothing did.

“I don't think it worked Joon”, Jungkook sighed.

“I suppose not”, Namjoon frowned.

They both were quiet for a moment until Namjoon broke the ice.

“I’ll start packing tomorrow morning so we can leave by mid-day. Hopefully the Elder Witch will be kind enough to help us out. And Jungkook, you're going to have to come with me. I can’t leave you alone in this form. It’s too dangerous”.

“I agree”, Jungkook squeaked as he looked around the gigantic room.

“Well it’s pretty late already, we should probably go to bed”, Namjoon said.

Jungkook agreed. “I am still a little tired. A full night’s rest would do me no harm. Maybe it would even stop my head from racing and my heart from beating so fast”.

Namjoon frowned, saddened by how his friend was put in this situation because of him.

“Alright let’s go to my room then”, he said.

“Y-your r-room?”, jungkook spluttered.

“Of course, I’m not going to let you sleep out here by yourself, so come with me”, he said softly. Namjoon stretched out his arms until his fingertips were at Jungkook's paws. The bunny hesitantly hopped onto his palms and was then lifted up into Namjoon’s strong arms.

Namjoon walked to his bedroom and opened the door with one arm, holding on to Jungkook with the other. The bunny began sniffing the air as soon as they were inside. His little nose twitched as he breathed in Namjoon’s scent. The entire house smelled like him but this room had the strongest scent.

He set the small bunny onto the fluffy bedsheets and walked over to his wooden wardrobe to grab a pair of pajamas. “I’ll be back Kookie. I need to shower first. Uh- I don’t suppose you would want to shower right now would you?” Jungkook shook his head furiously.

“Right, I thought so”, he chuckled.

Namjoon left the room and now it was only the small bunny. His dark eyes peered around his surroidnings. The bedroom was nicely decorated and it fit Namjoon’s personality well. There were multiple plants sitting on his window sill and in the corner of the room was his desk. On it was an opened jar of black ink with a feather pen laying beside it. All of his furniture was made out of light wood including the bed frame. The bedsheets were completely white and soft to the touch. Jungkook couldn’t help but roll in them.

A few moments had passed and Jungkook was beginning to drift into sleep. Suddenly he could hear footsteps down the hallway and soon after the door opened. Jungkook immediately stood awake. Standing at the door frame was the tall and handsome Kim Namjoon with his soaked blonde hair and plaid red pajamas.

Jungkook gulped nervously. If he were human at this moment, the blush on his face would surely be visible. Namjoon ruffled his hair with the towel he had on hand then spoke.“Sorry to wake you up, bun.”

“N-no, it's okay. I wasn’t fully asleep yet” Jungkook said, his voice soudnign higher than it already was.

Namjoon smiled and his half moon eye made an appearance. “You are so cute like this Kookie!” Jungkook giggled, he was happy to make Joon smile after such a long and stressful day.

Namjoon walked over to the right side of his bed and lifted the sheet. He made himself comfortable then motioned his hand to make the bunny come over. Jungkook’s body began to move on its own until he was right next to Namjoons face.

Jungkook huffed. “It’s unfair you can use your magic while I can’t!”

“I know I know, I'm sorry.” Namjoon looked jungkook in the eye. “I promise i'll do everything I can to turn you back into a human.” Jungkook could tell he was being sincere. He realized just how bad he probably felt about his mistake. It wasn’t a complete bummer though, at least he got to sleep next to his favorite person tonight.

Namjoon snapped his fingers and the light on his nightstand went out. The boys closed their eyes and soon enough they drifted away into a warm and deep sleep.

The morning quickly arrived and light filtered through the white sheer curtains hanging on the window. Namjoon’s eyes fluttered open and the first thing he saw was a naked Jungkook soudnly sleeping next to him.

A/N Yeah I used flowers from Skyrim what of it.

And im sorry if there are some mistakes I only proofread it once; I’m lazy.

Also, if you have any constructive criticism you’d like to share with me, please do. I am always seeking improvement.

[towerofgodscreamblogwink]

reading last chap of s2 after covering several chapters yesterday, also since it's end of the season, for once I put some bigger serious thoughts at the end

who the FUCK ARE YOU PEOPLE???

OH MY GOD KARAKA IS TSUNDERE

there are OTHER slayers?? (except fucking ex white)  if they mentioned it earlier i must’ve forgot

that’s not how to talk to your daddy greatest

 -(no i don’t like jahad i’m here to bully karaka because i tend to bully my faves)

*punches table* rabbit boy. get out. i have not sighed so loud in my entire life

oh i see why people were calling them furries.

listen, you either give us catboys or leave.

please don’t say “creatures” if it’s like your furry way of talking

that guy: not to worry he has a permit

gustang: *pulls out paper* “i can get whatever i want”

i’ve read “gremlin” im dONE

you know what maybe i should just go to bed rn

also cat is destroying my door dear lord

ok so it’s the next day now

“ahahaha”

“I can’t read...”

SHIT I HAVEN’T NOTICED RACHEL GOT TELEPORTED

erh i’m dumb on this one, why have they made this parallels?

I don’t want to tell you this but he just reminded me of chara undertale...

wangan: onii-chan!?

wait what

ouch

soooo karaka believes wangan’s story even w/o ring then?

*spits tea* ow goddammit not the feels

anyhoo that’s the end of s2, siu put a note about break but yeah that was years ago, so pretty sure i’ll be starting s3 even now but i won’t be posting it rn

anyhoo well that was suprisingly long season? my usual knowledge of “Seasons” is usually from anime, and these tend to have seasons with usual 2 or 3 arcs but they usually don’t go in so many different directions 

personally it feels like half of season 2 is a season on it’s own tbh, and maybe that’s how anime could adapt it, perhaps? although 12 episodes would work best with just setting on saving bam from fug.. either anime would make the seasons in parts like aot did with s3 or have lots and lots of seasons, since probability of anime getting 24 episodes has gotten awfully small those years

As for the opinions on season 2... I see first half and season on it’s own, so let’s start from this - Bam getting rescued, and first time they enter hell train. First of all, Bam as Viole is absolutely nailing this, and I wouldn’t mind having Viole as protagonist to be honest, although it would be indeed sad as Viole is not the happiest person, but damn is he a cutie. Is he a baby. 

Wangan - oh dear I dunno if others saw the plot twist coming, but I did not - I have absolutely been viewing him as Bam’s counterpart to his Viole side, just a complete shounen protagonist who’s completely ordinary. Boy was I w ro n g. I only remember vaguely being sus about him when Viole has mentioned his ring, but that was about it, as it was never mentioned again, I forgot about it. And then it appeared Karaka has this ring. Boy was I shooketh.

I don’t think I exactly liked the further progression though until Wangan’s story was revealed - until then he kinda fell into background, and then soon again as said story was revealed. However I do know Siu has big plans with him, and at this point I know Siu’s writing enough, so I don’t have much worries about his further progression

Also sadly there was no Karaka-Wangan brother bonding

Next in mind I have Khun, naturally, as he’s my icy hot favourite. I don’t really know why even, when I saw him in anime I was quite indifferent about him. So if you want me to explain why do I like khun, I can’t really explain. Other than when he was becoming my favourite, I remember being dissappointed in myself and making a post to myself “Goddammit don’t fall for him just because he’s your type” and he’s not even really my type in terms of personality, but at that point I was jsut shrugging it off, maybe it was his childish over-dramatic posture contrasting his cold personality because I just hit that protect button

Also yes I may be basic just slap me already

And before I’ll start talking: girl’s scout outfit, really? I support my son and I can understand his edgy and k-pop fashion... But I’d be lying if I said I understood him for shit at that moment

So now that we’re past back... I was actually recently re-reading first chapters, and damn, the difference of Khun before Bam was rescued - was rather intriguing. He was laughing his ass off at silly things (his team being dressed silly) but oh sweetie did it feel weird.

Next, I keep thinking about him on the train obliberating Rachel - despite popular opinion, his cockiness was actually getting on my nerves, and only thing saving it, was his reasons were Bam - so in other words, at least he wasn’t an asshat for his own sake.

I much liked his personality during second half of the season 2 - as much as there wasn’t much khunbam content - seems like Khun has grown as a person,as his cocky aura much disappeared as he became more understanding towards his own weaknesses. Now his “cockiness” became rather entertaining if you catch my drift, because despite his jerk nature, he *is* well aware of his flaws, and I just like that. Not that he *wasn’t* considerate of that already, but the hidden floor really did wonders on him.

And dear my, his relationship with Bam. I’ll be honest, at some point during reading first half of season 2, I felt like I was reading romance story between him and Bam. It was all the little things, like playing with Rachel just to know Bam’s past, Khun noticing Bam was uncomfortable with Viole wig, Khun being near Bam as he spoke he has no reasons to live, Khun standing up for Bam when strangers tried to use him and Isu asked for his help but skipped the asking part, Khun looking back to Bam telling him he’ll be back when going to catch the fish on train, Khun trying to talk to him when Bam locked himself up in his room on train, constantly checking and finally waiting in his room when he notices Bam is gone, Khun noticing lack of Bam’s presence before going to floor of death right *after* he just said he feels like world is ending if Bam isn’t here, and then beeming when Bam does in fact appears. And that’s just all the stuff I can remember right now, and I mean the *little* things. The big things are the ones we know well - “So that I can always chase” and the famous world one I don’t have to quote.

Second half didn’t have much scenes, but there were few that did stuck to me - Bam’s line to Kiseia how he understands why she hates him, but he’ll do everything he can to stop her if she plans to harm Khun *again*. Because it seemed like Bam kind of moved on from Khun getting stabbed by his sis, but that panel did show that not only it *did* stay with him, it also stayed with him that it was *Kiseia* who hurt him.

Another scene was the one I don’t think I need to talk about much, as we all pretty understand - moment of Khun and Eduan awkward father-son bonding. Khun tries to close himself off, but Bam reaches out, and forces him out of comfort zone

But what mostly stuck out to me, was his behaviour after Khun became kinda dead. It was the way he spoke to endorsi and rest, how *he’s* going to take khun and follow the *harder* path, and anyone who *don’t want to come*, can take the easier one. Basically, he was prepared to go the harder route completely alone because it meant taking Khun with him, and he was just, prepared to go without any help, he only optionally added that others can join if they *want* to.

Another interesting scene, was Hwaryun calling him out, when few of his teammates has been captured, due to them taking the different path from Bam - but if they are meant to escape with Khun, they have to leave them, and when Bam gets steamy about it, Hwaryun goes - “I didn’t choose the teams. You’ve chosen them based on who matters more.” It’s so subtle, so cruel, yet intriguing - one of the most worst way to tell someone he cares for someone else more - she’s only saying Khun mattered to him more, but in this context, it sounds accusing, making Bam’s decision selfish. And that’s something that’s absolutely in my mind - his care for Khun, called out in “accusing” matter - as something that stopped him from commiting other decision - as something he’s willing to priotize others over.

So I can’t stop thinking about that, and truthfully? That last “take care of Khun after me.” line.

But the other line from bam’s monolouge that gets me is “Wait a bit more Khun... I’ll wake you up again.” That “again” gets to me, but I can’t really explain it. Maybe it’s the way he looks at Khun longily. 

So this covers their relationship, and I think I’m only gonna mention Bam now real quick and perhaps Eudan and Jahad, because the post’s getting long and I don’t want to make *this* post specifically long.

I don’t have much to say about Bam, as Bam himself doesn’t have much to say about him. He didn’t have much definying features or characteristics besides the time he was Viole, but you have to hand it to him for growing after meeting after she pushed him for the first time - it was still hard to say anything about him though. For several chapters later - as well, except he did manage to develop the traits of self-sacriface, and actual resolve to save everyone - because he talks about *always* and sure fights for his friends, but who doesn’t? Where his personality shines in this regard, is in the moment of Bam saving his enemies with no questions asked, and White by the way definetely helped Bam to develop his personality for sure.

But either way I’m here roasting Bam, while my goal was to say, that it was in the hidden floor where I’ve actually started recognizing him as his own character - it was in the moment of him having final confrontation with Viole, I finally saw what kind of person he was. And I liked it, he became a solid character in that moment, accompanied by proper flashbacks and exploration. And Bam continues to be then written quite consinstely as in one of later flashbacks, he indeed says, what he said to Viole a while ago - he’s afraid of being alone. Not only that, the internal conflict was added - is he a monster? is he not? It’s simple conflict but can do wonders, and it’s not something that Bam even thinks about, it’s more of a really subtle conflict within a character design itself, rather than Bam.

So basically now Bam indeed feels more of an actual character

And before I’ll end it for now, I want to mention the meeting of young Eudan, andyoung Jahad - truth to be told, I don’t have most unique feelings towards them as anyone sees the point - the adventures with pure intentions turned evil, aka how everyone can turn evil. What makes me more interested, is how Siu has used it for storytelling... Main characters having a big meeting with the younger versions of villians? Haven’t seen that one yet, so I’m interested what direction Siu will take with it, since this is my first time seeing it, so I’m really curious how exactly you can utilize such scenes in terms of long planned story, and not only how they affect story as a whole, but how they also affect just aspects of it as well.

So, that’d be it on my commentary and small “opinion” on season 2. It wasn’t like I exactly wanted  to put it here, but I wanted the end of season 2 to have more meaning to myself. But not only to have a meaning to myself *just* for my own reasons, but because I didn’t want to leave the whole season with nothing but small comments there and there. I wanted my experience altogether to be something bigger - but not only experience, but my “legacy” as well. So, that’d be about it x2, if you’re still reading, congratulations, I appreciate that, and you get an apple

[ashintheairlikesnow]

*slams bag of gold on table* I was gonna demand Peter fluff but I'm to anxious so please let the baby have some comfort?? pretty please?

CW: Referenced pet whump

Features a cameo from @card-games-and-pain‘s Micheal. Takes place during the five-year period where Karen loses her ‘boys’ after WRU is proven to have participated in the wrongful abduction of 16-year-old Logan Marks and after Karen narrowly avoids jail for having knowledge of the captivity of Lee and Marco.

Peter wakes up in a cold sweat, eyes wide open and nearly sightless in the dark in the too-big bed. It’s a bed up on a frame, not a mattress on the floor in a tiny little room, and he curls up tightly. He can feel her fingers cold on the back of his bared neck, tracing the line where his collar should be.

He’s not safe without the collar, he knows it, but they won’t give him one in the adjustment house. He has to learn to live without it, they said, and mostly he’s okay but on nights like this he needs the collar so badly but if he asks, the house mother will sigh in disappointment, and she’ll talk to him about why he shouldn’t wear it, even though he needs it.

You’re not safe here, He hears his madam whisper against his ear, in the dark room. Streetlights cut through the blinds and make gray-white patterns on the wall. 

Peter whimpers and grabs at his phone, lying near him on the mattress. He always sleeps with his phone, now. 

In his phone there are a few numbers - Seb and Dex, at the other adjustment houses. They’re all kept separately so they’d be harder to abduct and take back if she wants them. Seb, and Dex, and Marco and Lee’s numbers are in there. The house mother - her name is Diana - is in there, for when Peter goes by himself to the store.

And the number he’s looking for.

Micheal.

He hits the little button to dial and waits, breathing fast. It’s midnight but maybe, maybe-

Micheal’s voice is heavy, slurred with sleep. “Petey? What’s... y’okay?”

“I, I need-... can I talk to you? Are you asleep?”

“If I’m talking to you, I’m not asleep,” Micheal says, but there’s affection in his voice and not anger. Peter listens as he rolls onto his back - he can tell the sound of the blankets and sheets rustling - and closes is eyes at the warmth in the familiar voice. For the time Micheal lived with Karen, Peter latched onto the older man, and he hasn’t let go. “Did you have a bad night? It’s, what, it’s midnight there, right? Or close to?”

He forgot that Micheal lives in a different time zone now, that it’s even later for him. Peter winces. “S-sorry, I didn’t think about it being... so late, I just-”

“It’s okay, Peter. Talk to me. Yeah?”

“Um. Yeah. I just. Had a, a nightmare and I woke up and it felt like sh-she was touching m-my neck, and I need-... I need my collar, but they won’t let me h-have it, and I need... I need it.”

Micheal breathes out - Peter listens to the exhale. “Yeah. I know it’s hard on you after dreams. But, you know, you need to-”

“Adjust, I-... I know I do. But... I haven’t, um, yet, can I-... can I just talk to you? Until I can calm down?”

“Sure. What do you want to talk about?”

Peter hesitates, closing his eyes and laying his head back down on the pillow. He curls into the tiniest ball under the blankets he can manage, and imagines he’s back at Madam’s house, the only home he can remember, in Micheal’s bed in his room.

“You said earlier, um, when we talked, that you had to go to the mall today.”

Micheal huffs out laughter. “Yeah, I did. Oh, that was a fucking mess. I should know better than to go this close to Christmas, huh?”

Is it close to Christmas? Peter never knows what day it is, he forgets to check. It never mattered before. And he can’t shop - he’s scared of crowds, after years living in Karen’s house with just Seb and Dex and Madam and then Micheal. After training got him used to being alone or with just one other person. He can’t stand the way people seem to close in on him, like any second they’ll turn and someone will scream pet and they’ll tear him apart-

“Um, yeah. Can you... tell me more about it? Can you tell me what, um, what stores you went into and what you got?”

“Oh, yeah, sure. Well, not the one store, since I had to go there to pick up the Christmas gift for you know who...”

“Who?”

There’s a pause. “You, Peter.”

“... oh.” Peter’s cheeks redden. He hadn’t realized Micheal would want to get him a gift for Christmas... Oh, he’s going to need to get Micheal something, too... “Well... tell me about your trip, um, shopping.”

“Okay. You settled in?”

“Yeah.”

Micheal starts talking, with the sleep falling more and more from his voice - even as listening to him calms the chill in Peter, takes away the certainty of her fingers pressing cool against his neck where his collar should be. He stays curled up, warm under the covers, asking questions but mostly just listening to everything Micheal has to say.

At some point, Micheal pauses in the middle of talking about getting big soft pretzels from a place called Auntie Anne’s, and he realizes he can hear Peter’s breathing - slow, deep, and even.

He’s fallen back asleep.

Micheal, smiling, just says, “Love you, Petey,” and ends the call.

[sakuwriteshere]

The Apple Pie in My Life - Chapter 6

Summary: What happened between two best friends when someone messes with their lives? Can the past changes the future or can the future changes the past?

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Female!Reader, OC Abbigail, OC James, OC Alex, OC Purson, Castiel

Words count: 5891 (sorry)

Warnings: Slight angst, mention of injury, mention of blood, characters deaths mentioned, violence (same rating as the show), slight smut (blink and you’ll miss it)

A/N: As per usual, this is unbetated and I’m sorry for any grammar mistakes or error spelling. Comments are loved! Sorry for the wait. The next chapters are already written so, expect an update next week :D

Chapter 6 : It’s a terrible Life.

You ran and sneaked into the elevator just in time before the doors closed behind you. A breathy sigh passed your lips as you checked yourself in the huge mirror that covered the back of the elevator. Even if you were late and had to run to catch the elevator, your clothes were almost perfect, the grey pencil skirt slightly wrinkled, but the pale pink blouse and grey balser were still perfect. A few strands of hair had escaped the tight bun you made this morning, but nothing too much so you still could pretend it was made on purpose. You had a reputation to uphold after all, you were the new PA of the Director of the Human Resources department, you wanted to show them what you were made of. You’ve been working hard for this.

You took a deep breath, calming your hard beating heart, running when you’re wearing a pair of high heels wasn’t easy. As you checked the few rebel strands of hair in the mirror, you noticed you weren’t alone in the elevator. That was just your luck! You’ve been running late and you had Dean Smith, Director of Sales and Marketing at Sandover Bridge & Iron Inc, as a witness.You bit your bottom lip to prevent any whining sound escaping your mouth, acting as if nothing was wrong. He didn’t seem to notice you, that was a good thing. Maybe you’ll be able to pretend that you weren’t late after all.

As you reached your floor, the double doors opened and Mr. Smith stepped to the side, leaving room for you to walk out. As you passed the double doors, his voice stopped you in your tracks.

“Huh Miss?”

“Yes?” You asked as you turned around.

That’s when you saw them, two beautiful green eyes staring at you, as if they were looking into your soul. You’ve been working for this company for three weeks, and of course you’ve heard of Mr. Smith. Every woman in the building was talking about him, saying how his looks were as great as his hard work. The man was very good in this job, and you believed it, he was already in such a high position despite his young age. Handsome and talented.

You realized that you’ve been zoning out when you felt something brushing your hand; your purse.

“Being late is always stressful, right?” He said, amusement clear in his voice, forcing you to focus on the reality again and you grabbed the purse he was handing you.

“T-thanks. I wasn’t- I’m not-”

Mr. Smith chuckled a bit, “Don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me.” He added in a whisper as the double doors closed again, separating the both of you.

You blinked a few times, wondering what happened to you. Granted the man was good looking, but you’ve never been in such a daze. How old were you? Come on girl, get a grip!

As you turned around, deciding to forget what had just happened, someone stepped on you, the force of it almost making you fall.

“Oh my God! I’m so sorry!” A male voice said as two big, firm hands grabbed your shoulders, preventing your fall.

“No, it’s my fault. I shouldn’t stand in front of the elevator.” You excused yourself, looking up at the man.

He was tall, and kind of cute.Judging by the yellow polo he was wearing, the guy might be from the Tech Support department. Both of you were silent for a moment, and soon you felt uncomfortable as he kept his hands around your shoulders and looked at you strangely.

“Do I-” he started to ask but once you glanced at your watch you remembered that you were late.

“Oh shit! I’m sooo late now! Thank you. Bye.” You said in a hurry as you started to dash for your office.

The rest of the day wasn’t as bad as you started it. Your boss wasn’t there once you reached your office, and you could act as if everything was normal once he came in. Of course, him being late, meant that your day would be longer than normal. He always had a last, important task for you, forcing you to wait for him to call it a night for the both of you. 

As you waited for the elevator, you saw from the corner of your eyes that your boss was patting his vest and his pants, searching for something.

“Ah damn it! Forgot my phone. Don’t wait for me, Y/N. Good night.” He said as he walked back into his office.

“Good night, sir.” You told him, as the sound of the elevator dinged. 

Two men were already in it, and they moved slightly on the sides to give you room to get in. Once the double doors closed again, the elevator was silent. As usual, when several people are standing in an elevator, the common sense asked for them to be silent and pretend nothing was awkward. You clutched your purse with your hands in front of you and looked at the floor. From the corner of your eyes, you glanced at Mr. Smith who was deeply concentrating on his phone. On the other side, there was the tech man from this morning. You shifted slightly on your feet as you felt his gaze on you.

“Do I know you?” The tech man asked, staring at you as you lifted your face and looked back at him.

You remained silent, feeling more and more uncomfortable, you looked away. Quickly your gaze fell on Mr. Smith.

“I don’t think so.” He said, and you thanked him silently he was the one to answer the tech man for the both of you.

“I’m sorry. You just look familiar.” The man kept the conversation going, you could feel his eyes on you. Never lifting your head, you glanced at him and you felt a funny feeling in your chest. The pleading look the tech man was giving you, as if he was silently asking you to confirm his doubts. You had to admit that he kind of looked familiar but maybe was it because you’ve seen him earlier this morning?

Your lips parted slightly as you were going to answer him but the double doors opened suddenly and Mr. Smith was quick to exit the elevator.

“Save it for the health club, pal.” Mr. Smith added before leaving. You glanced at the tech man and cleared your throat as you walked through the double doors.

“Huh, good night.” You told him quietly and left.

As you climbed into your car, you allowed yourself to think calmly about the strange incident in the elevator. You were a bit worried, contrary to what Mr. Smith implied you didn’t think the tech man was flirting. At first you did, but when he said that you looked familiar you couldn’t shake the strange feeling. He looked familiar, indeed, especially the pleading look. You jumped slightly in your seat and gasped when you heard someone knocking against the driver window. A trembling hand pressed against your beating heart as you calmed down and realized that the intruder was simply Mr. Smith.

“You alright?” He asked as you opened your window a bit.

You nodded, swallowing dryly. “Yeah, I’m a bit tired that’s all. Long day.” You reassured him, forcing a tight, little smile. Judging by the concerned look he was giving you, you knew he wasn’t buying it.

“Good night, Mr. Smith.” You said as you started to close the window. You watched him stepping back as you started your car. Once he was at a safe distance you drove away.

***

This week has been a living hell! 

It started with a strange encounter, the tech man- whose name was Sam Wesson you learned the next day- was more present than you’d liked in your path. There wasn’t a day without seeing him, was it at the corner of a corridor, during a painfully tensed and silent ride in the elevator, or just like now, watching you from the other side of the room, as the medical team left with the corpse of Ian, another tech support worker. A man you barely knew before being the witness of his suicide.

It was the second suicide this week. First Paul, who also worked in the tech support department. The way he chose to end his life was rather disturbing and must have been painful. You were so glad you weren’t the one to find him that morning, a few coworkers affirmed that the smell of burned flesh was still there. Now it was Ian turn, another disturbing suicide. The image of Ian lying on the floor, his blood pooling around him quickly. You knew the human body had a lot of blood but seeing it on the floor was very frightening. Mr. Smith's voice screaming for help was still ringing in your head. Apparently he was the one who tried to stop him but it had been in vain.

As you were living the deadly moment again in your head you felt fingers wrapped around your wrist. Looking up, your eyes stared at the pair of green, worried eyes in front of you. You hadn’t realized the cops have left.

“Come on.” Mr. Smith whispered gently, pulling you with him as he headed for his office.

Once the both of you were inside, he closed the door and brought you towards the comfy couch in the corner of his room. Two strong hands wrapped around your shoulders and pushed gently on it, forcing you to sit. It was like you weren’t controlling your own body and needed someone to guide you. As you sat there, you kept thinking about the suicides. Two within a few days, both from the tech support department. After his death, you learned that Paul’s retirement date was just a few weeks later. Why would he commit suicide? And what about Ian? Since you worked for the HR department, you knew a bit about Ian. He was a hot topic among your co-workers. The man never accepted to wear the tech support uniform, spent most of his time drinking coffee rather than solving computer problems, and a few of your co-workers suspected he stole office supplies. Ian wasn’t the type of man to commit suicide because of his work.

“Hey,” A gentle voice brought you back to the present, and you saw a white shirt in front you. Your fingers curled around the soft material and looking up you noticed that Mr. Smith had changed his clothes. When you remembered the blood covering his shirt, you realized that you were in the same state as him. Mr. Smith turned around, giving you some privacy to change and with trembling fingers you started to unbutton your blue blouse. You didn’t even care that it was one of your favorites and that it was just good for the trash now that it was drenched in blood.

“Thank you.” You said softly once the new shirt was covering your body, signaling Mr. Smith that it was clear. He gave you a glass of water that you accepted quickly, you hadn’t realized how dry your throat was.

“Are you alright?” He asked while you drank the whole thing without stopping.

You nodded once and inhaled sharply. “Seems like that’s all you’re asking me recently.” You said as you tried to bring another topic to discuss, you weren’t ready to talk about what you’ve both seen.

Mr. Smith knelt at your feet and chuckled at your words but quickly became serious again. 

“Miss Colt, what happened down there…” He started, but you really didn’t want to think about it right now.

“You know my name?” You asked, a bit surprised but also knowing it would change the topic again.

Mr. Smith was taken aback by your question for a second, then lowered his gaze and bit the corner of his bottom lip.

“Well, of course,” He said as he stared at you again, the former discomfort he felt, totally vanished. “You’re from the HR department, very efficient apparently. Mr. Adler thinks very highly of you.” He smiled.

It was your turn to be surprised. Never would you think that your work was recognized so much that Mr. Adler himself would talk about it. You didn’t have time to think about it as warm fingertips brushed against your skin, your mind going blank at the feeling. Mr. Smith was pushing back a strand of hair that had fallen in front of your eyes.

“Miss Colt,” Mr. Smith whispered, your eyes trailing the tip of his tongue that ran across his lovingly pink lips. “You can feel it too, right?” He asked in a breath, his tone unsure.

“W-what?” You stuttered, not daring to speak louder than him. 

“This, this feeling.” He added, as if you would understand what he was talking about.

“I- I don’t know.” You told him, breaking eye contact, your heart jumping in your chest. Was he flirting? True, deep down you felt something, but the man was an eye candy, it wouldn’t be difficult for you to be attracted to him. Why would he bring this right now? The time wasn’t right, you’ve both witnessed a suicide and he was bringing this? You’ve seen enough rom com and read a lot of romantic novels to know that a shocking experience would let the heroes of the story realize the feelings they share, but living it was another story.

“I think so but,” you started to say, unsure of what you were going to say. It wasn’t right to confess something right now.

“I knew it.” Mr. Smith smiled, comforted by your answer. “Those suicides, something’s wrong.” he added as he stood up and walked towards his desk and grabbed his phone.

“Huh?” You blinked several times, blushing furiously as you watched Mr. Smith called someone and asked for them to come into his office. Once the call was over, he rested in front of his desk, his back pressed against the wood, one ankle crossed over the other, his head low as he was lost in his thoughts. 

After a moment someone knocked at the door and if you were honest, you weren’t so much surprised when Sam Wesson entered. Quickly, the previous embarrassment you felt vanished and the three of you talked about the strange things that were going on in this building. Then you brought the fact that Paul and Ian, both received an email asking for them to come to HR room n°1444. Strange fact, the HR department was on the seventh floor. Both men looked at you strangely.

“What? I’m from HR, I just used my natural resources.” You told them, looking through the huge window behind Mr. Smith’s desk.

“Truly efficient.” Mr. Smith smiled, his praising tone giving you goosebumps.

“So, you’re suggesting to take a look at this room?” Mr. Wesson asked.

“I have to admit that I’m a bit curious, Mr. Wesson.” You nodded, never saying the words. You weren’t noisy. Being noisy was bad in your line of work. But curiosity was always a quality your bosses valued.

“Please, call me Sam.” He smiled at you.

“Alright Sam.” You smiled back. You couldn’t help the strange feeling you had when his name came out. Like it wasn’t the first time you said it.

Someone cleared his throat, Sam and you looking at Dean who headed for the door. “Alright, let’s go check, then.” He said in a gruffy tone.

You gave Sam a questioning look as you were still into the office, the tall man just shrugged his shoulders.

***

Something was really wrong with you. One would think that discovering that ghosts were real, you would scream and run far, far away. You on the contrary, you were excited. And you weren’t the only one. 

As the three of you entered Dean's apartment -while you went to check the room n°1444, Mr Smith said it would be easier to be less formal-, Dean couldn’t help himself and exclaimed his own excitement. You grabbed the bottle of water Dean gave you and Sam. As you drank half of the water in one go, you listened to what the men were saying.

“It’s like...we’ve done this before.” Sam said, and you nodded slightly, sharing the same feeling.

You didn’t know why but once the ghost stood in front of you, after a few seconds of shock, your body moved as if you were used to it. You didn’t know why or how, and certainly you would never have thought that ghosts were scared of wrenches, but you grabbed it nonetheless and used it against the monster.

“I can’t explain this. It’s just like...something in my blood.” He tried to explain, and you couldn’t help but understand him perfectly.

You weren’t like what Sam said, you didn’t dislike your name or your job, not really, but you weren’t happy either. You needed more than just this happy apple pie life. The blood rush and excitement you felt when you fought with the ghost, that’s what you were missing. When Sam asked what it was like for you and Dean, your lips parted, ready to share your thoughts with them but Dean spoke first.

“I don’t believe in destiny.” That sentence prevented you from saying more.

After a few seconds, they decided to do some research. You needed to take care of this ghost problem. However you needed some serious change of clothes if you were gonna fight it. You told the men you needed to go back to your own apartment and promised you would be quick.

When you came back, the boys had found a video from some sort of experts: the GhostFacers. They also have identified the ghost and were learning how to kill it. You came closer, standing next to Dean’s side who were totally focused on the video. You bend slightly over his shoulder, listening carefully. He glanced towards you, then took a double take, looking at your change of clothes.

“That’s quite different.” He whispered as his eyes roamed over you.

You looked at yourself, checking if something was wrong but when you saw nothing in particular you shrugged. You were simply wearing a pair of jeans, a black tee shirt and a pair of sneakers. Something comfy and useful.

“What? You were expecting me to fight this ghost in a pair of heels and a tight skirt?” You chuckled.

The amused smile on your face disappeared when you saw him licking his lips, then shook his head.

“Would have been a hell of a sight but you’re right, this is better.” 

You felt your cheeks heating and chose to ignore the feeling, now was not the time. You cringed when you heard the GhostFacers say that you needed to burn the remains, which means the corpse. You really weren’t looking forward to digging a hole in the middle of the night and having the smell of burning flesh surrounding you. Goosebumps awoke on your skin as you remembered what your co-worker said about Paul. Sam seemed to notice your discomfort and tried to soothe you by rubbing his warm hand against your arm. You smiled at him, thanking him silently for the kind gesture. He smiled back and both of you didn’t notice how Dean reacted at the gentle and friendly gesture. If looks could kill…

When they discovered that Sanders had been cremated, you let out a short breath, happy that you weren’t going to do something illegal. The guys in the video told you that you still have a chance, you simply needed to find and burn some genetic remains, like some hair or piece of skin. That you could bear with.

Once everything was ready, the three of you headed for the building again and reached the 14th floor quickly. You checked the room again, looking for some personal belongings where you could find some human remains. Your heart stopped when an unknown voice asked you what you were doing here. You turned around and saw a security man standing in front of you and Sam, Dean nowhere in sight.

Both of you tried to explain that you were working for the company but the security man didn’t have any of it and escorted you to the elevator. Panic rising within your body when he spoke about the cops. You glanced at Sam as the double doors closed. What were you going to do ?

Your fingers wrapped tightly around Sam’s forearm when you noticed the screen of the elevator acting funny. When you noticed the white smoke coming out from Sam’s mouth, your eyes widened but you didn’t have time to understand what was going on as the elevator started to shake strongly before everything stopped. Without thinking, Sam wrapped your frame with his arms, in a vain attempt to protect you. You watched silently as the security man tried to open the doors. When he asked you to follow him out, you shook your head slightly as you fisted your hands into Sam’s shirt. You’ve seen enough horror movies to know that it was a very bad idea.

The man didn’t listen to you and climbed out, with difficulty if you were honest, the guy wasn’t as fit as you thought. The sound of metal cracking around you wasn’t reassuring and you looked at Sam, feeling uneasy.

“Sam…” You called, fear rising in your voice, as the security man was finally out and looked at you, expecting you to follow him.

“Seriously, we’ll wait.” 

“Look, I won’t wait the rest of my life here,” he started to say angrily, coming forward.

The elevator shook some more and before you had time to realize what was going on, the metal box went down suddenly. You closed your eyes and gasped as you felt something warm splashing all over your face and top body.

“You’re okay?” Dean’s voice came out from your and Sam’s phones. While you stared at half of the body lying at your feet, your body trembling from the shock, you heard Sam saying you were calling him back.

***

Sam was already waiting for you when you exited the lady restroom, your face cleared of the blood, well more or less. You looked down and swallowed with difficulty when you saw all the blood on your clothes, they were good for the trash bin as well.

“Dean’s waiting for us on floor 22.”

“We’ll take the stairs.” You told him as you followed him. The bitch face he gave you would have made you laugh, if you weren’t in this situation. 

Finally you reached the 22th floor, Sam already far ahead.

“Wow. That’s a lot of blood.” You heard Dean said, if only he knew.

“Yeah, I know.” Sam replied, both men looking at each other, not really knowing what to say.

As you entered the room and stood behind them, you heard Dean’s panicked voice.

“Wait… Where’s Y/N?”

“I’m here.” You said quickly, no need to scare him more than what he was already.

He turned around in a swift motion, relief covering his face as he heard your voice, telling him you were still alive. But the smile fell quickly when he saw you covered in blood. In two big steps he had already reached you and his hands gripped your shoulders, his eyes running all over your body as if he was inspecting for any injury.

“Not mine.” You whispered.

You swore you saw his body moving slightly towards you, the movement so inconspicuous, as if he wanted to hug you but stopped himself as soon as he thought about it. He nodded his head a few times, still watching you and making sure you were safe.

“I’m fine.” You said softly, your right hand curling around his arm and caressing him in a soothing manner.

“Right,” he cleared his throat and looked at Sam. The three of you stood in front of a small glass box that contained a pair of old gloves. According to the little board next to it, it was Sander’s gloves, the one he used when he builded the bridge. At last, you’ve found some remains to burn.

When Dean broke the glass window, you stayed behind the boys, making sure no more security guy would come while you took care of the ghost. You couldn’t wait for this to be over. However when you sighed to calm your nerves, you noticed the white smoke coming out. Your eyes widened in fear and you didn’t have the time to warn the boys before you saw Sandover behind them, pushing them violently in opposite directions.

As the old man’s ghost walked towards Sam, you grabbed the bottle of salt that had rolled at your feet and threw it in the ghost’s direction, making it disappear. You didn’t have time to be delighted as Sandover’s ghost appeared again behind Dean. Sam threw him an iron poker to defend himself. The ghost kept appearing and disappearing between the guys, at some point they hit him at the same time and you couldn’t help but be amazed at their team work. Then all Hell broke loose as the ghost sent you flying against a wall, then the boys. The three of you were laying down the floor or against a wall, a bit dizzy. As you shook your head, your vision troubled, you saw the ghost flying just in front of you, the movement so quick it scared you. With your back pressed against the wall, you didn’t know what to do. Your heart beating hard in your chest as your eyes focused on Sandover’s hand. Little electric arcs came out from his fingers as he brought his hand towards your face. This was it. Your end. You shut your eyes tight and turned your face slightly on the side as you waited for the painful touch. But something warm and heavy covered most of your body, a hard chest protecting your face.

The sound of something burning startled you and after a few seconds of total silence you heard Sam’s voice from the other side of the room. The old Sandover was nowhere in sight.

“That was amazing!”

Slowly Dean and you parted, his hands still on your hips as he checked if you were alright. You nodded slightly, breathing deeply as you tried to calm down your heart. But what Dean did a few seconds later was ruining all your efforts. You felt his arms wrap around your shoulders and bring you against him in a tight hug, then soft lips kissing the top of your head before his body went rigid at the sweet and unexpected gesture.

“S-sorry, I” Dean stuttered letting go of you rapidly as if you had burned him.

“S’alright.” You shook your head and smiled sheepishly. You had to admit that you missed the contact that felt for no reason, somewhat familiar.

***

You entered Dean's office and stopped at the door, watching the boys walking around. Dean picked out a first aid kit from his desk and you went for it, pushing his hands away and opening the box yourself, looking for the medical stuff. You gave Sam some gauze and pushed on Dean’s chest gently, forcing him to sit next to Sam on his desk. You took more gauze and put on some disinfectant on it and cleaned the wound on the top of Dean’s forehead. He watched you intently and you gave him a small smile and shrugged, as if you were telling him ‘Hey! You protected me, that’s the least I could do.’

The boys started to talk together, telling how cool the events of the night were and how you should continue doing it. You agreed with Sam, even though you were scared as hell, the adrenaline coursing through your veins felt so good. However, Dean wasn’t sharing your opinion. He explained how crazy your life would be and more importantly how dangerous it could be.

Then Sam told you about his dreams and how he dreamt of him and Dean fighting monsters together. You could help but ask him if you were in his dreams too. A shake of his head was his silent negative answer. Well, this one hurt. You weren’t fighting with them. Oh how hard you wanted it to be real. You stepped on the side as Dean stood up, getting angrier the more Sam tried to explain what his dreams and feelings were. 

“You should go.” He told Sam, the poor man watching him with a pleading look. He glanced at you, asking for some help, he knew you were like him, you were feeling it too. This need to fight and protect innocent people. Your hands curled into fists and you faced the other way, breaking eye contact with Sam. You couldn’t help him, after all you weren’t in his dreams. This was not your life, no matter how much you wanted it to be.

Sam left, and the silence in the room was unbearable. You started to clean the desk of the medical supplies, throwing the used gauzes in the trash bin and closing the first aid kit. Dean stayed silent the whole time, watching you walking around him. His hard face softened when you came closer and stopped in front of him, a few centimeters between your bodies. It pained you to see him so lost, debating inside his head what was the right thing to do. Gently, you cupped the side of his face and he leaned in right away. The touch, soft and comforting. As your thumb caressed his cheekbone you pressed your lips on his other cheek.

“I should go too.” You breathed against his skin before you stepped back and broke the contact.

“Wait.” Dean pleaded, grabbing your wrist.

You gave him a sad smile and pushed his hand away slowly.

“Good night, Mr. Smith.”

***

The next day, you were walking into the building, determined. The lack of sleep should wear you out but the decision you made in the early hours gave you all the energy you needed. You ignored the strange stares from the people around you and walked steadily towards a certain office.

Dean jumped in his seat as his door opened suddenly, his eyes widening as he saw you standing at the door.

“Y/N? I mean, Miss Colt, what are you doing here? Everything is alright?” He asked, standing up and walking around his desk as you closed the door, giving you some privacy.

“I’ve been thinking the whole night and I came to the decision that I don’t want to have any regrets.” You said, looking him in the eyes. You didn’t let him speak as you kept on talking. 

“Sam’s right. I can feel it too. This...this need to fight the monsters, make the world a bit more liveable, the need to protect innocent people. I don’t like my life, it doesn’t even feel like my life to be honest.” Dean lowered his head, looking at the floor.

You took a deep breath. “I quit. I don’t know what’s going to happen but I know that I’ve never felt so alive as far as I can remember.”

Dean’s head snapped in your direction, the worry clearly visible on his face. “Okay, but why are you here? I’m not your superior.”

You smirked. “As I said, I don’t want to have any regrets.” Then you walked towards him, your hand outstretched and acting on its own. You grabbed the back of his neck and pressed your lips against his.

Dean froze at the contact, wide-eyed. Soon you felt two arms wrapped around your waist and pulling your body against him as he kissed back. His lips felt exactly as you’ve imagined, even better to be honest. His hot, warm mouth felt like heaven, with a tiny taste of lemon. A soft whimper came out from Dean’s throat as your fingers grabbed at his hair, ruining his perfectly styled hair as he deepened the kiss.

“I don’t like regrets.” He panted against your lips as you broke the kiss, both of you breathless. You gasped when you felt his hands on your ass, pushing your body against his a bit more and feeling his growing erection. Your pencil skirt rising up slightly as you lifted one of your legs to wrap around him, Dean choosing to give your throat some attention.

Two strong knocks on the door startled you, and you jumped from each other right away, trying to calm down and rearranging your clothes as someone entered the office.

“Mr. Adler.” You said, out of breath, your fingers pulling on your skirt discreetly. 

“Ah, Miss Colt! I wasn’t expecting you here.” The man smiled, but you didn't know why it felt fake.

You cleared your throat. “I’ll… leave you two alone.”

“No, no, no.” Mr. Adler said before you have the time to move. “In fact, I needed to talk to the both of you.” He explained as he sat on the couch in the corner.

Dean and you shared a questioning look but your boss kept on talking. He explained how he was satisfied with your work and how big the company could be with the both of you. Soon, he handed you a paper and did the same with Dean. The air left your lungs when you saw the numbers written on it.

“This is not a PA’s salary, sir.” You said, your eyes still running over the numbers.

“Because it isn’t.” He smirked.

You were lost for words. It was just your luck! You had a very interesting job offer right when you’d decided to quit.

“Thank you, sir. It’s very generous, but hum...I’m giving you my notice.” Your head snapped in Dean’s direction when you heard him.

“This is a joke. You’re kidding me, right?” Mr Adler laughed, looking from Dean to you.

You shook your head no. “Actually, I was noticing Mr Smith that I was leaving.” You said, a small blush covering your cheeks as you remembered what you were really doing before Mr Adler’s appearance. 

Mr. Adler tried to make you change your mind and Dean told him you have another work to do, something more important. You smiled softly at each other and felt his hand wrapped around yours. Mr Adler didn’t miss the sweet gesture.

“Dean, Dean, Dean…” He smiled, standing up and stopping in front of you. “Finally.” He sighed before lifting his hands and pressed two fingers against your forehead, doing the same with Dean.

You blinked and you felt nauseous for a few seconds as you tried to remember where you were.

“What the hell?” You whispered, warmth against your palm disturbing you. You watched your hand and your eyes trailed up towards the one who held your hand. When you saw a pair of green eyes and the end of the trail, your body went rigid, just like him. You let go of each other as if the contact suddenly burned your skin.

“Welcome back.” The man in front of you said, watching you like a hawk.

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Peter Parker-Skip (1)

I don’t know if you’ve read the story about Skip and Peter? I read it a few weeks ago and I thought it would be cool to write something about it. Enjoy! This will be my new series; if you want to be tagged, let me now! I’ll post a new part (if this works) every Monday.

Plot: Peter’s new life couldn’t be better. College, aparment for himself, you. Still, Parker’s luck is not on his side, and the memories are coming back.

Warnings: it gets dark. Really dark, for Peter. Mentions of child abuse and rape. Angst, so much angst.

The sun was bright as Peter walked the sidewalk towards your new college, with his jacket thrown over his shoulder. He had managed to get out of class a few minutes earlier, even being the first day and all; so that he could pick you up and ask you about your day. A warm breeze combed through his hair, and birds flew around, chirping, both sure signs that summer was backing off and autumn was on its way. Peter worshipped its arrival, with its coldish weather and Halloween. You tucked on his side watching scary movies, planning awful pranks on the avengers together. He was smiling so hard that his cheeks hurt.

People around him chatted excitedly, and he saw the first students getting out of the building. A group of loud girls walked past him, and maybe in another place or time, he would have looked at them and blushed at their blanted looks. However, he had the most beautiful girl walking down the stairs in front of him, and he didn’t notice them.

You were easy to spot through the fence. The bright yellow blouse he had helped you to choose the previous night stuck out, hair pulled off your face with a high bun. Peter’s heart swelled with love when he noticed the small chain in your backpack, red and black with big white eyes. With a smile, Peter stepped up to meet you halfway, following the path that led to the front of your college.

“Hey”

Your head went up instantly after hearing his voice, and you saw a dorky looking Peter in front of you. He was wearing a white shirt with the first buttons undone, wanting to make a good impression in his own university. The backpack was hanging loosely from his side, and he was gripping one strap as if it was the first time he saw you.

“I, uh, I wanted to give you a surprise” he said, shifting his weight. “Got out early, thought you might like me picking you up. But I won’t do it again if-“

Peter was thrown a few inches forwards when your lips collided with him, arms around his neck and he chuckled softly. He felt your smile through the kiss, and the doubts about stepping over a boundary were long forgotten. The kiss lasted too little for his liking, and you were out of his arms in seconds.

You let out a excited giggle when you teared apart, jumping a little, happy to see your boyfriend’s face again. You were dying to tell him about your day, about your new classmates and hear about his.

“I want you to do this every day” you said, chin held high.

“Teachers won’t like that a lot” he laughed. “I had to get out early, but it was worthy”

Turning around, you gripped Peter’s hand and started telling him about your new classes. You were enthusiastic about the whole deal, and were almost bouncing with excitement; too busy to notice how Peter didn’t move an inch.

It felt as if the world stopped for him. The laugh got caught on his throat, it chocked him, it died, as Peter’s eyes landed on a man across the stairs. He was holding a big bag with papers, talking with another teacher he guessed while walking your way. His body went cold, and the air was filled with the smell of cheap aftershave and songs from cartoons. The group of girls that had been giving him eyes disappeared, you disappeared, and all that was left was Peter and a man with sandy hair.

Suddenly, he wasn’t in college, he was May’s apartment. He was watching cartoons and having cereals for breakfast. The disgusting smell of lemons filled his nostrils, and he could almost feel them. His hands, on his hips, on his chest, on his thighs. Peter crying, begging, so-

“Pete?” you pulled at his hands softly, wondering if he was even listening at you. You looked to where he had his wide eyes fixed, but only saw your Statistics teacher talking to the principal. “Bub, you okay?”

Peter blinked and shook his head, trying to put an smile for you. He took a deep breath and exhaled, looking away from the familiar man. Because that was it; he was just familiar, nothing else, nothing more. A look alike. It couldn’t be Skip, and his frenetic mind made a list of reasons; he moved far, far away. He wasn’t a teacher. His hair was longer. And, he couldn’t have been a whole day near you. Not there.

So, he just squeezed your hand and pulled you forward, almost dragging you out of the building.

“What was that?” you asked, frowning. You quickly forgot about your day or his. “Something wrong?”

“No, I’m fine. Fine. Just zoned out for a second” he said, words stepping over each other. “Do you want to Thai? I’ve seen a place near my university. Looks a bit shady, but-“

“Peter” you made him stop walking, and he finally looked at you.

In the middle of the busy streets, he felt much safer than in your university. Because he wouldn’t try anything in front of so many people; if he was Skip, which Peter didn’t want to believe. You looked at him worriedly, but he only grinned back. Placing both straps on his shoulders with rather shaky hands, he shrugged.

“Really, Y/N, is nothing. You know I tend to get lost in my head” he reassured you.

Of course, Peter Parker had a lot of years of practice in lying. He had lied to his aunt with the spiderman thing, and had tricked Mr Stark more than once when a patrol had gone too bad. And, well, even if he wasn’t proud of it, you didn’t find about his night activities until he decided to tell you. So it wasn’t difficult for him to make you believe that everything was alright, and start again the conversation about your classes.

Smiling again, you linked your arm with his and kissed his cheek, talking again about the first period. As you did so, Peter’s mind went back to the man. You walked to the Thai place; you ordered, waited for your food and Peter managed to tell you a little about his day without throwing up everything he had in his stomach. Because, the more he thought about him, the more similarities he found between Skip and him.

It was ridiculous.

He was far away, Peter was safe, you were safe, the world was safe without him. He had seen his car drive up the street with his little eyes, and May had assured him thousands of times when the nightmares came. Still, the thought kept ringing on his head for the whole lunch. When the dessert arrived, he decided to out and end to the anxiety.

“What are the names of your teachers?”

“Hm?” you asked, your mouth full of cream.

“You know the name of your teachers?” he repeated, swirling his spoon around the mint ice-cream that was making him sick.

“Hm, I suppose? I don’t know, I haven’t meet them all yet” you swallowed what you had in your mouth before talking again. “Why do you want to know?”

“I-I’ve heard there are common teachers between the colleges” Peter said, hoping you hadn’t noticed the stutter. “Just wanted to know if we might have one of those.”

“Oh, I didn’t know” you looked down at your cake, trying to remember some of the names. “There is-there is this woman called Mrs… Mrs Doubtfire.”

“What?” Peter squealed, and let out a loud laugh.

“Yeah, I thought the same!” you smiled, and pointed the spoon towards him. “And she kind of looks like the one in the film. Only that is really old and doesn’t know how to smile”

“At least it’s not Umbridge” he joked, feeling a little better.

“I think it’s worse” you sighed, taking another spoonful of your dessert. You offered it to Peter with a quick glance, but he shook his head. “An older girl had told us that she is always breathing down your neck, and that if she sees you going out on a Friday night, she’ll take one point from you.”

“She made that up” Peter snorted. “Please, tell me she just made that up.”

“I wish I could, bub” you rolled your eyes. “But she’s not the only one that had told us. There is the guy whose class is tomorrow that says it’s true”

“Another teacher?”

“Yeah, he’s kind of… weird, though. Doesn’t give me a good feeling” you said, not really caring about your words.

The guy had approached you in the corridor when you were walking to the third period, with a girl you had just met. Even if for her it had been normal, you had noticed something off about the blonde man. You had blamed it to Peter, whose paranoia had made a space on your heart.

But, while you didn’t care about it, it made Peter’s heart skip a beat.

“And… um, what’s his name?” he asked. Peter took a small bite of his ice-cream. It melted on his tongue, but wasn’t as good as it should be. Surprisingly, it tasted like lemon, and Peter gagged.

“I don’t really remember. Last name is Westcott, but I don’t know more” Peter almost threw the spoon to the floor, but caught himself before doing anything to startle you. “He teaches Statistic, first class on Tuesdays. I’ve heard he… gives candy when you get a question right. I’m not fond of the idea. But who am I to judge? Guy might be a total teddy bear.”

You went back to eating your cake and the knot of Peter’s stomach tightened. He held onto the table, hoping that you wouldn’t notice the way his knuckles were turning white, and hoping that if he held on tight enough, he wouldn’t be ripping away from the planet while his thoughts spun out.

Closing his eyes, he counted. Opening his eyes, he searched for the five objects. A lady’s purple purse. Black sauce scattered on the floor. Big lamp a little crocked. The blue necklace you were wearing. Waiters’ uniform. You had taken his silence as the end of the conversation, and you were happy to eat your food in peace. Tears pooled in Peter’s eyes and he wiped them out quickly, not wanting you to see them. But you did.

“Are you crying?” you frowned, spoon mid-way to your mouth.

“No, no. It’s just-brain freeze” he chuckled, and sighed in relief when the alarm in your eyes disappeared.

“I don’t know why you thought it was a good idea to order an ice-cream” you teased, winking at him. “Someone so hot can’t handle the cold”

He tried to smile for you, to force the memories away. But he only managed to give you a small smirk.

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Peter waited until he heard your heartbeat slow and your breath go back to normal to roll out from the warm covers of your shared bed. Renting an apartment with you had seemed as the logical decision. You were dating, studying in the same city and didn’t have enough money to afford something bigger. Peter had been shaking with happiness when he opened for the first time the wardrobe and saw your clothes beside his. But, as the anxiety consumed him, he wished for his old apartment, where May slept like a baby and he could sneak out.

He slipped on a plan black sweater without a hood and dark jeans, putting back the boxers that he had thrown a few hours before under the bed, too focused on undressing you to care. Peter ran to the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror; dishevelled head, red and swollen lips and bright eyes. However, they were not from the love making, but from the need of letting all of it out.

Angry and frustrated, Peter turned around and walked back to the bedroom; stopping when he saw you sleeping soundly on your side. You were hugging a pillow, probably missing his body next to you. Even if he didn’t want to say it out loud, Peter was always the little spoon when you two slept. It made him almost regret his decision, seeing you sleeping so peacefully. He really wanted to be back in your arms; but he also wanted to safe, above everything and anything.

So he sneaked out.

It wasn’t Spider-man problem. He wasn’t trying to stop some robbery, or save some lady from nasty guys. No, it was Peter Parker’s business. Skip Westcott was Peter’s business, and keeping you safe from the thing he feared the most was also. The suit didn’t come with him that night, only the web-shooters so he could be back into your arms sooner.

Peter had found Skip’s address hacking into the school’s website, and Google Maps directed his way into the night.

There was a playground at the end of the street where he lived, and as Peter walked past, the wind blew through the chains of the swing set. He stopped and stared at the park. Even in the dark, the memories came back. Hands. Touches. Begging. Moaning. Pain. Thrusts.

He moved past it and didn’t stop again until he stood in front of the white fence surrounding the blue house. A nice park was in the driveway, and the yard had some flowers growing. No one would ever be able to tell what kind of person lived there.

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“Man, this is not how Saturday nights are supposed to go.” With all the shit going on in the world, I’ve been house-bound for a minute, and at this point I’m all TikTok’d out. A couple of my boys and my cousin Terrell pulled up on me around 8 for a couple rounds of 2K 🎮, but you know how Mississippi weather is. Mother Nature randomly decided to do her dirty work and had them staying later than planned, but once the sky stopped roaring, I sent my boys home. It was time for a night cap.

I trailed them outside to make sure they were all gone, and once the last car looped around my driveway, I could finally sit on my porch and think. I had my D’USSÈ 🥃 in one hand and my phone in another, scrolling through my thread of texts to see which girl I could get to bless my night; it was part of my weekend ritual. I had a rule though: never start at the top because most recent pussy tends to be not as interesting unless she really got that 🍑💦 if you know what I’m saying.

So, last I checked, Keisha wit the plump ass moved to Florida, which is unfortunate for me. She had one hell of a mouth piece in bed but never ran her mouth in the streets. I could respect that and that’s why I keep her on standby.

The next on my list, Monica, was on the classy end of the spectrum, but it was like rolling dice with her ass. Most of the time she waits until 7 am to reply. Her brain was still accustomed to her school schedule and she had a day job too, so I respected that. However, it sucked for me though cuz Monica was bad af from head to toe and really would’ve gave me a night to remember. Shit, I still reminisce about our last rendezvous. She had pretty feet and plump lips that felt like pillows with each kiss. And I know it’s weird, but I think it’s a turn on whenever I see her with those scrubs on. It’s just something about a hard-working black woman. (Damn smh.) I decided not even bother her this late.

So I kept scrolling up right, slowly feeling my luck build up, when my phone all of a sudden ding’d. My heart started thumping against my rib cage, and the corners of my mouth shot up. I couldn’t wait to see who this could be.

(I turn my notification banners off for good reason.)

Could it be Ashley? (The one that stayed wayyy out in Clinton). She usually texts when she wants some dick but it takes her forever to get to my place in Madison.

I put my search on pause and immediately made my way to the top to see who it could be. And would you believe it? “She always does this shit bruh. Like fr!”

Lo and fucking behold:

[MOM: Can you take your grandma to the store in the morning? I forgot to tell you earlier. Phone died.]

MAN 😤!! I almost summoned the spirit of Brady and launched $999 worth of iPhone in the damn pond. It’s 12:02 at night. She could’ve just waited until daylight resumed before bothering me with this!

I know that’s my heart and soul, but grandma is not the type of woman I want on my mind right now. But I replied “ok” to avoid any further communication at this hour.

I kept scrolling through my digital black book and I contemplated, but immediately dismissed, the idea of calling Alisha over. She said I be hurting her so she only wanna do oral. “Naw. I’ll pass. I’m good on that tonight.” Nobody else seemed worthy of hitting up at the time, at least this time of night, so I head inside. I locked the door behind me and made my way to the bathroom to get ready for bed. After brushing my teeth and washing my face, I spritzed a little water on my head and brushed my waves into submission before securing it with my DuRag. Staring at this thick-browed, handsome, brown skinned fellow in the mirror, I began to question whether I still had it. “I am only 23 so that’s nowhere near the ‘falling off’ age,” I say to myself. I guess with me working day and night, I didn’t have time to pull ‘em like I used to.

So, I went and plopped on my bed, face towards the ceiling, contemplating my future, when I heard the sound of rocks sloshing under tires. The sound slowly magnified, and to myself I’m thinking that maybe one of my homeboys forgot something in my house. A barcode-like shadow cast on my wall as the luminance of headlights beamed through my blinds. I almost walked to the door empty handed, but the detective Stabler in me wasn’t taking any chances. So, I grabbed my piece in my night stand and asserted my second amendment rights. Tip-toe after tip-toe I was almost to the door when I heard the engine stop. A few seconds later there was this rhythmic chiming noise echoing through the walls. I crept to the front window stealthily, and peeked out the blinds. I could recognize the vehicle but I had to be sure it was who I thought it was, so I flicked on the second outdoor light.

All I saw was curly tresses flowing through the window of a pink Lexus.

“Aaliyah?” ..... “but how did she?”

With a mixture of anxiety and excitement, I snatched open the front door 🚪 to greet her. And when I saw her strut up the walkway with a touch of flair, a second emotion arose: confusion. How did she know I was alone? How did she know there wasn’t another girl here? It’s been two years and I still can’t figure out how this girl knows me so well and I think that’s why she intrigued me so much. It also scared me a little bit too. I usually don’t let a girl come over unannounced.

She would’ve been the first girl I tried to text, but last I checked she was in New York on business.

I shoot commercials for a living and I did one for her boutique. That’s how we came across each other.

But she’s here now so who cares that she popped up. (Maybe that’s just my dick talking 🤷🏾‍♂️... idk)

She had two Raising Cane’s bags, which I’m guessing that, during this pandemic, was the only thing she could come across at this time a night. Everything else was closed, even Taco Bell.

She let out a soft “Hey” as she bat her lashes and I quickly shut the gap in my mouth.

“What’s up?” I then responded.

And for a moment our eyes did a tango before she broke the silence.

“Can I come in? It’s kinda hot out here. ”

[And she wasn’t lying about that.]

We suddenly smiled at each other (each clipped with a note of sensuality), and with a nonverbal response, I helped her carry the drinks in and held open the door, catching a strange whiff of fried chicken and some floral fragrance as she walked by. I sucked my bottom lip as she sashayed towards my couch; those long legs accented by her gold trimmed pumps.

With a quick, smooth swivel of her body, she had positioned herself towards me, carrying a whole conversation with her eyes.

After locking my door I suddenly needed to adjust my boxer briefs. Gazing at those smooth brown legs made me graduate from flaccid to half chub, but my need to feast was urgent. My stomach was growling like a mf.

So I sit down to eat, right. And we get to chatting about her trip to NY ✈️ and how she’s been so stressed out with trying to open up a store out there. The whole time she’s going on and on about her tired body and her hectic work schedule, I’m reading in between the lines. She didn’t come here looking like that just to talk about work.

Aaliyah has never been one to admit what she wants from me, she just drops hints and expects you to go fishing for answers.

After smashing half my chicken box though, she got up like she had no time to waste. With a flick of her ankles she had both shoes flying across the floor. She took one last glance at me before leading the way to my bedroom, first slipping her skirt off in the living room and her shirt slowly draped from her body as she made her way down the hall. To keep up the tempo, I removed whatever she did, and by the time we made it to my room it was nothing but birthday suits.

I was ready for penetration at the door, but baby girl had other plans. She made me sit on the love seat by my window as she put on a show for me. It was an immediate game of teasing and temptation as she watched me slowly stroke my dick to every scene of her performance. First it was the leg play, then the breast tease, and then my favorite of all... something she knows gets me hard as steel.... the pussy play.

I love it when she bends open her thighs and plays with the most anticipated part of her body. Her smooth, brown sugar skin and nude polished nails drew an excellent contrast to that sweet, bright pink center. And she knew I wanted it too. She also knows how much I brag about how tight she is, so she takes her two fingers and spreads it open in full view for me. It was one thing for me to speculate, but when she slid one finger in and out for me, it was proof enough that her coochie still had that snap-back action.

I couldn’t take it anymore. With my dick now towering from my hand, I made my way over to her. She was now in submission as I asserted myself over her, so I pulled her to the the edge of the bed to get ready for my part. I looked down at myself, the tip of my dick head now glistening with anticipation, and said to her “I want you.”

And in the blink of an eye I was down on my knees and I had her hips cradled in my arms; my tongue digging into the flesh of her thigh, roughly gasping for air as I was too focused to remember breathing. With a slow dance of kissing and tongue-groping, I lead a trail up and down her thighs until I heard her say, “OMG.... Sean!”

I swear I felt a drop of pre-cum stream down to my ankle as I made my way to her hot zone 👅 . Like a rollercoaster, I had my tongue going round and round, remembering all the pressure points that made her thrust her pelvis into my face. I was in full control now, and no matter how hard she gripped the sheets, there was no escaping my vice grip.

My tongue was putting in overtime, and right before my clock struck 1:00 🕐 , I felt her first nut. We both laughed (our goofy asses) to try and cut down on all that sexual tension.

I reared my head to get a good look at her sex face, my goatee now dripping in her juices, and I gave her a look that let her know I was ready for that action. I sprinted like hell to my night stand to grab me a “rain coat,” acting as if my dinner was about to get cold or something.

I slid that mf on so quick. I’d been waiting for this all night. Pussy in my mouth was one thing, but BEING in it... whew 😌.

I looked at her again before I engaged in our post-foreplay session. I already had my 🍆💦 on the edge ready for the deep dive. We shared a gaze as I slowly began to make my way inside. She had that “keep going” look on her face, but it was only so long that she could keep her composure. After the head made its way in, baby girl’s eyes began to sync with my slow strokes. They rolled as my hips began to roll, and before she knew it, her neck gave out and she rested her head. I finessed my hips into a slow roll as I reached down and sucked on her neck. Her walls began to relax as her pussy gradually began to invite me in. I kept piping her down, constantly going deeper until her belly felt full. And by then, I knew I had her.

I secured her backside with my arms, careful not to smother her precious body, as she demanded I up the pace. To keep up the demand, I got more comfortable on the bed before I shifted into overdrive. “Nice Sean” was gone and “ZADDY Sean” was on the scene.

I was working that pussy like I was running track, and before long, she had thought twice about what she asked for. She thought she was slick, inching her body away like I didn’t notice. But guess what, I inched right along with her ass. She had a long ways to go on my California King before she could escape this dick.

At this point, her facial expressions were no longer inaudible. She was squeezing out “oooo’s” and “ahhhhh’s” between every attempt to catch her breath.

“Wait baby... ooooooooo wait.” She pleaded, but mercy was no longer on the table. I kept going until her juices soaked my inner thigh.

“OMG Sean!” She utters the mantra again. But this time I give in to her cries. Hell, I needed to catch my breath too. Shit! 🥵

I rolled over for a brief intermission, slowly creeping my way to the top of the bed near my pillow. She followed. We rested for a good little minute, kissing on each other as the clock kept ticking, but I was mentally preparing for the second round. It was late at night so I had only about two good positions left in me.

She took a bathroom break before we resumed.

I had decided it was her turn, so I stayed where I was and used my finger to signal her to come near when she walked back in the room. So, she took a domineering stance right before she climbed into bed and cat walked towards me. Titties just bouncing everywhere. Curls flowing effortlessly in the breeze of my ceiling fan. She knew what she was doing and she got my lil man right back up. ☝🏾

She leaned towards me for a kiss as she saddled my waist, slow grinding to drum up more anticipation. I slapped my meat against her ass cuz I wanted her to stop playing these games. Hell, my dick was damn near shivering in the wind now.

But she took the hint and began to guide it back in. This time I rolled MY eyes as her warm goodies began to cradle me inside. She placed her hands on my chest and made her first move upward, then she put her hips in reverse. She put this same two-step on repeat, bouncing up and down on my shit, going all the way to the base. I’m talking balls deep. With this kinda grip, my dick was on the verge of spittin’ already, but I held back my nut. “This ain’t how I wanna to go out”

I was diggin’ this lil rodeo vibe she had going on, but the more her pussy lips clapped down on me, the more I started edging. I let her take control for a minute, but that minute quickly turned into a second as her hip grinding began to slow down. The batteries in that energizer bunny were at 20%... but thats what Zaddy Sean is here for. 😏

Right as she was on her way up, I stopped her and I kept her right in that position, pounding that 🎂 until all I heard was Mac n cheese stirring.

But shit, at this point it was time to make that Mac n cheese creamy. I got prepared for the finale as we moved into sex position #95.

I had her face on the pillow and I made her spread them cheeks before I dove in back. And for some reason, this position always gets me. Idk if it’s the fluffiness of the ass that gets my rocks off or the fact that the thigh clenching makes everything feel tighter. Who knows. But I didn’t have time to contemplate that.

With a few more strokes I was about to fuckin explode. I grabbed her extra tight, squeezing them titties and pushing extra deep until her moans went from tenor to soprano.

“Only a few more seconds baby,” I said in my head.. “just a few more seconds.”

I put a flex in my hips when I felt that good moment coming, and on my last stroke of edging, when I hit her spot, she squeezed her cheeks extra tight... and that was the extra umph that I needed to let loose.

I wanted to paint her back 💦 but the hooded Kermit in me said “naw, leave that shit in big dawg.” 😏

So, I hit my last pumps like a New Years countdown. 5... 4... 3.... 2... making sure my last hit was the strongest. I held it there as my body spasmed and my perineum pulsated, leaving me temporarily paralytic.

Cuz that’s what good pussy will do to ya.

I took a second to savor the moment because my horny-ness hadn’t completely subsided yet. By the time I was ready to pull out, my jimmy was slowly becoming soft & squishy again.

With the head still sensitive, I slowly abort, careful to keep the condom in tact. She’s about as sleepy as I am now, and as I withdrew, she stole a peek of me staring at all the nut weighing down the tip of my condom.

It was mutually understood that we were both tapping out, but we mustered up enough energy to quickly shower up. The whole time in the shower I’m still mesmerized by her beauty, all horny-ness aside.

We towel off in about ten minutes and return to the room before I quickly throw some fresh sheets on my bed.

She basically invited herself to spend the night and who was I to say “no” to her. Cute ass. She knew she was my Achilles heel. So, as we lay in our resting position before dozing off, the question circled back around in my head...

How the hell did she know I was alone? 🤔

[miraclejune]

HERO’S SOUP: Chapter 14

Forest

"We have 2 hours before Woojin comes back."

"I thought they just left for Busan?"

Seungmin nodded, pulling Chan down a small alley as a shortcut.

"Traffic was stop-start by the time they turned around."

Chan clicked his tongue. "Shit, I really can't sense where they are." Each one of Chan's strides were worth at least two of Seungmin’s. With the slightest of effort, he outran him, barely breaking a sweat and not panting in the least.

He noticed Seungmin was having a hard time catching up, making him level his speed with the witch.

"Let's go up there," Chan glanced up to where Seungmin was pointing. "It's the tallest building in this area, if we make our way up we can have a wider scope. It'll make them easier to track." Chan nodded, he grabbed Seungmin's hand.

"Hang tight." the witch nodded as he attached himself to the vampire's back.

With one swift movement, Chan leaped in the air. Seungmin made sure to put up a spell to make them unnoticeable to the people around the area. Chan landed on his feet softly, Seungmin proceeding to initiate the search.

"Recon, now." Seungmin was already on it.

"They couldn't have gone too far." he murmured underneath his breath as the ritual began. "Just a small one would suffice." Chan squatted down in front of him, waiting for him to finish drawing on the rooftop floor. "Step back." Chan did what he was told.

Suddenly there was a cold breeze tickling their skin. He stared intently at the witch whose hair and eyes were glowing brightly. He looked down to see the sort of summoning circle, doing the same thing.

Seungmin's vision was whisked away by the wind, his eyes were everywhere around the perimeter within the search spell. "Let me find what I seek.'' As he said those last words, his vision was now inside a dark place. "What?"

Chan tapped his foot on the floor. He was growing impatient by every passing minute. He rushed to Seungmin when the witch turned back to normal. "So? Where are they?"

"I-I can't pinpoint their exact location but," Seungmin pointed southeast. "They're in that part of this area."

Chan’s eyebrows furrowed. "What do you mean you can't find them? You're the one who put that goddamn spell that won't let other people track them!" Seungmin had to admit it was mainly his fault.

Earlier, before Jisung escaped with Changbin and Jeongin, he made sure to put some safety measures just in case he and Chan won't survive. He didn't really bother to tell Jisung because of how dire the situation was earlier.

But he's not a complete idiot to not know how to undo the spell.

"I know. I made sure make that spell undoable-"

Chan turned around and sat on the edge of the rooftop, massaging his temples as he tried to control his anger. Seungmin stopped his sentence midway and stared at the boiling vampire.

He stood up and took a deep through his nose, forming his lips into a thin line. "Then why can't we find them!"

Seungmin put up a silencing hand.

"Chan, yelling doesn't help the situation. But-"

"But what!"

"JUST LISTEN FOR ONE FUCKING SECOND YOU OVERGROWN TOENAIL!"

Chan's mouth hung with lips slightly parted and his eyes were as wide as they could stretch.

He did not expect Seungmin to flip out. The witch rarely loses his cool, only when situations are dire or... when Hyunjin becomes unbearably annoying.

"You gotta let me fucking talk."

Chan had to admit he would have his tail between his legs if he had one. He cleared his throat and composed himself, throwing his hands up in the air as a sign of defeat.

He doesn't want to be turned into whatever Seungmin could think of hexing him to.

Seungmin took a deep breath, calming his nerves down. Woah, he really kinda lost his cool right there. But it did work on making the vampire stop flipping out.

"Okay, I already removed the spell but they entered an area that doesn't allow me to find them." Seungmin stared at Chan. Good, it looks like he'll listen now. He walks by the edge of the building, pointing southeast.

"They're somewhere in that area." he looked back at a fidgety Chan. "You may speak now."

"What do you think happened to them?" even Seungmin couldn't answer his question. He knew the boys got away. But he lost track of them when he lost consciousness. And when he got woken up by Chan, he already lost them. He can't find them anymore.

Earlier, after Chan talked to the people who would clean up the hall, he dragged the vampire out of the building. Chan was puzzled why Seungmin was in such a hurry, but he did mention Changbin was heavily injured so he did not raise any questions and they sped off down the road.

"They probably wandered off to an off-limits area."

Chan tilted his head. That is possible.

In cities, there are more neutral zones than rural places. In Seoul in particular there are about 50 of them.

'Neutral Zones' are areas that are basically 'No Powers Allowed'. Any spell or hex no matter how powerful they are will be dispelled as soon as the person sets foot in a neutral zone. Supernatural abilities will temporarily be weakened to the point that it would eventually be useless.

Creatures that can transform or shapeshift will go back to their original forms and a gold bracelet will automatically appear on their left wrist, sealing their ability to transform. The said sealing bracelet would disappear as soon as they exit the area.

But, there are areas where their abilities work normally. They're just hidden.

"Jisung must have gone to one, he knows there's help there. He doesn't know a lot of neutral zones but..." Chan's voice trails off, he appears beside Seungmin, overlooking the area where he was pointing to. "I know where they are. Let's go."

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Gazing straight ahead, only half-aware of a world outside the claustrophobic comfort of the car, Woojin hands impatiently taps the wheel. The almost soundless changing of the gears, the pattern of traffic lights. He just couldn't help but worry about the boys, especially Changbin.

He knew something bad happened when he felt a sudden strike of pain on his back, it was as if he was thrown to a wall. The impact was softer but he knew whoever it was, the impact was more than what he felt.

1 hour into the ride, he received a call from Seungmin. His head throbbed dangerously. Woojin tried to calm himself, saying it was just Seungmin asking for souvenirs or checking up on them about the trip. Although the last statement is already a dead giveaway. Something bad has happened.

"Woojin? What's wrong?" his consciousness slowly came back as he looked at Hyunjin stirring up from his nap.

Shit, he was mindlessly panicking, he forgot about Hyunjin.

Woojin felt guilty for waking the tired wolf up, and the fact that he had no clue why they were going back. He found himself gnawing on the inside of his cheek.

"Woojin?"

Hyunjin winced at the humming in his ear. He was woken up because of Woojin's anxious voice inside his head and his worry altogether. Hyunjin is the beta, he is more connected to Woojin than the rest of the pack.

Hyunjin couldn't decipher the jumbled words inside his head but he can tell something is wrong just by looking at the alpha. Woojin went back to his stunned state.

"Woojin." Hyunjin's questioning tone had vanished. He put a hand on the alpha's thigh, squeezing it a little bit. A small smile formed on his lips when he saw his tense shoulders soften under his touch.

"Pull up. Let's talk." It was as if Hyunjin had Woojin underneath a spell. Before he knew it, he was slowing down eventually into a stop to the side. He sighed deeply, from a kind of mental depletion. His eyes dilated with pain and fear. "There was an attack."

Hyunjin's lips hardened, so the subtle pain on his back wasn't just because of his weird sleeping position. But he didn't show any of the fear he was feeling. He needs to be there for Woojin right now.

"Okay. What happened?" Woojin's smile was linked with a sigh. What the hell is he doing? He can't be all weak and pouty. He has to be strong for his family. Seungmin's voice was monotonous as ever but his last words made him so... vulnerable.

"Changbin is extremely hurt. They're nowhere to be found. Chan was almost taken. And and... I-I just don't know anymore. Woojin, I need you."

Alas, he gave Hyunjin his eye smile in which the wolf gladly returned.

Woojin took Hyunjin's hand in his. His eyes never leaving the beta's. "Chan got attacked at the studio. Seungmin, Jisung, Changbin, and Jeongin were there with him."

"Do they know who attacked them?"

"I'm not sure. Seungmin wouldn't give me the full details earlier." Hyunjin felt his heart lighten when he heard about Seungmin calling Woojin. As much as he loathes that know-it-all witch, he was worried something bad happened to him.

"Is everyone alright? No one got hurt for sure, right?"

Hyunjin's voice, with a tentative question in it, rested in the air. His agitation came back and increased drastically as they sat in crushing silence. "Changbin protected them. He's hurt." Woojin's voice trailed off. He knew he had to be honest with Hyunjin because he will know when he's lying.

"Severely hurt."

Woojin winces as Hyunjin squeezed his hand a little too roughly, he felt some broken bones slowly healing. Hyunjin's thoughts were clamoring inside his head.

"Hyunjin."

"Huh?" Hyunjin escaped the anger eating him up inside. He must've blanked out when Woojin said Changbin was hurt. He realized he was gripping hard on the alpha's hand. "S-sorry."

"It's okay. Now, Changbin is hurt. But, Jisung is protecting him. Jeongin's there too. He's gonna be okay." Hyunjin nodded. Changbin is strong. He will be okay, he'll heal up in no time. "What about the rest?"

"Thankfully, everyone else is okay. Seungmin and Chan are on their way to find the rest who escaped earlier." Hyunjin looked at him in confusion as Woojin started the engine and slowly drove into traffic.

"They didn't kill the attacker? Knowing Chan, he wouldn't let anyone escape if they dare to lay a finger on any of us."

That's what Woojin was worried about. He had no clue at all about the attacker. Seungmin was rather dodgy about the topic. He said they'll tell him once he gets there. It was skeptical.

"I don't know. Jisung, Changbin, and Jeongin got away. I asked if they needed help but Seungmin said we have to just go get Minho and Felix." Hyunjin adjusted himself on the seat. This is troublesome. Who would attack them? And Chan couldn't kill him/her? How strong would that person be? Is it why Changbin was not healing like normal?

"I'm worried."

Hyunjin gazed at Woojin through his lashes. He felt a bit of weight on his shoulders lift off as soon as he saw the alpha's reassuring smile. He held out his left hand and Woojin already knew he had to fill in the spaces between with his. "I am too. But I know they're strong. You believe in them, right?"

"Of course."

He does. With his whole heart. But there's this unsettling feeling in him that he couldn't quite explain.

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Seungmin followed suit as Chan jumped from building to building. Their feet landing softly on the cement rooftops without a sound. Chan guided him to where they would be going.

His feet fell onto the damp ground between a small alleyway. It must have rained in that area. "Watch out."

Or not. A splash of water came showering down on where he stood just a few seconds ago before Chan pulled him, quite harshly, to his side. "What was that about?"

Both of them looked. "I'm so sorry! I didn't know you guys were there!" An obscure face popped out of one of the building windows. A girl? They weren't sure, but that person's hair fluttered against the mild wind.

"It's okay. Please carry on!" Chan shouted back, he knew Seungmin would say something really inappropriate.

"Let's get going."

Chan flicked his head to the exit knowing Seungmin would follow him from behind. It was a weird habit of the witch. Whenever they would walk or run, he would always stand behind Chan. Just an inch of space between them was enough as long as Chan was in front of him.

"So, are you that overpowered character from movies and comics?"

"What are you talking about?"

Seungmin jogged right beside Chan. "You know. That one character hiding their powers from everyone else then suddenly in the middle of a fight or crisis they come out of nowhere and defeat the villain with just their stare. That sounds so much like you." Chan gave him a baffled stare. "What the hell have you been watching?"

Seungmin mused a little while in grave thought. Chan, on the other hand, suppressed every sign of surprise in his face.

"Are you really pondering on this so seriously?"

Seungmin stopped abruptly, and Chan had no choice but to look back at him.

"Yes. And I've been watching those movies with Hyunjin and Jeongin from time to time."

"Wh-"

"Jeongin hates those kinds of characters."

The vampire didn't know how to respond. It was a stupid topic and they shouldn't really be arguing about it but somehow he felt extremely annoyed.

"Why are you saying this? Are you on crack or something?"

"Nevermind. Let's just go." Chan turned to his heel and led the way. Seriously, what the hell did they just talk about? Complete utter bullshit.

After a few minutes, they stop at a normal looking townhouse. Seungmin eyed the place from every corner. His anxiety grew wide as they stepped in an unfamiliar atmosphere. Everything looked normal. Which is why it creeped him out so much.

"Are you sure this is the way in?" Seungmin stepped closer to Chan. In which the vampire responded with a smirk.

"What?" the vampire's smirk grew wider as he saw the annoyed look on the witch's face.

"Well now, look who's clinging to me. You scared?"

"I'm clinging to you because you're that overpowered protagonist." Chan's mouth hung. He did not just bring that up now.

"Now come on you dingus. Lead the motherfucking way."

"You seriously need to tell me where you learned that way of speech."

Chan went further in the house, passing by an old lady. He bowed politely at her, Seungmin followed suit. They passed by 2 adults before Chan opened the back door and pulled Seungmin inside.

It took a few steps in a pitch-black hallway, that doesn't really have a permanent form, before they were spat out of a rustic room.

Seungmin patted the dust of his jeans, reaching out to fix Chan's crumpled hoodie. The vampire snapped his finger and they were instantly teleported to a different hallway.

The rooms changed their order in the stack daily, as if they got bored of being in the same position. Inside ladders dangled from holes in the ceiling as the only way to get to the higher rooms. Clocks ticked, deformed cats stared, windows kept popping up out of nowhere, changing shape a few times and disappearing with a sudden bang. Doors changed on the walls they were on in a whimsical fashion.

Seungmin took it all in. The entrance to neutral zones don't have permanent structure nor shapes. Their locations change every 5 seconds to avoid being discovered by, well, no one really knows who.

He's been to a few and this was probably the most unsettling so far.

"Chan, that old lady."

Both of them recalled the moment they neared her figure.

What you should learn about this fantasy world is never judge a supernatural being by their appearance, age, height, color, job, and well, any aspect of their life. It's all just a lie. A way to hide who they truly are. They have learned to adapt to modern society in order to find peace.

"That was one powerful gatekeeper."

"I honestly hate going to this place just because of her."

Seungmin couldn't remove the feeling of the gatekeeper's power. It was like her magic flowed rampant and wild as soon as they stepped in that room she was in.

"You've never been to this neutral zone?"

Seungmin shakes his head. "No. I've been to only a few. There's a lot of juicy information in places like this. And I needed some curse to be removed, only to fail." Chan hated the idea but he didn't argue. And what curse? He noted to himself to ask the witch about that later on.

Neutral zones have a lot of hidden secrets that you usually won't be able to attain that easily outside. It's a dangerous task nonetheless. Patrols are everywhere. They see, hear and feel everyone.

"You think you can beat her in a fight?"

At this point, Chan just gave up. He knew the conversation would lead to him being the 'most powerful' one.

"Oh just shut the fuck up."

After a dizzying walk, they pop out of a huge cave. "A forest?"

The place felt so alive. The forest was ancient. The trees are thick and old, roots that were twisted. The sun was up as if it was the middle of the day, however, its rays felt softer and less harsh on the skin. The place did seem like it wasn't artificial at all.

Seungmin looked at Chan. His eyes were full of unspoken words. The vampire smiled, he understood.

"That's why Jisung likes it here. It feels like home." Seungmin eyed him. He sighs deeply.

"Jeongin hated the overpowered protagonist."

Chan looked at him with hard staring eyes. Again with this crap? Great, his moment was over.

"Because he felt bad for them." The vampire's face was torn with conflict. He didn't know if he should speak up and stop the witch. But half of him wanted him to continue.

And that side won.

"He said why would they create a lonely character like that. A person shouldn't bear all that responsibility alone. They shouldn't be sacrificed in order to attain peace or protect someone. That burden is too heavy to carry alone. You're strong but that doesn't mean you have to go out there and be the hero. Your strength is not the measurement of who you should be. It's your choices that make you up as a person. And Jeongin hopes you choose to ask for help. Because help is always here."

"Chan! Seungmin!"

Their attention was snatched away by a distant call. "Jisung! Changbin! Where's Jeongin?" the boy sprints to them. All of them looked fine and well.

With a deep sigh of relief, Chan fell on the ground. All his worry and anxiety ate up the strength on his knees. "You boys will be the death of me."

The boys came running at them, throwing themselves onto Chan. He didn't mind the weight at all. He was just glad that everyone was okay.

"What happened? I thought Changbin was injured." Seungmin squatted down from behind Chan ruffling Changbin's hair. "Hey, I'm older than you!" the wolf pouted. They laughed at his behavior.

"He was healing pretty slowly so we kinda got help." Seungmin helped Chan off the ground. Turning to Jisung who spoke up.

"From whom?"

"You should watch over each other more carefully."

The curious look on Chan and Seungmin's eyes vanished. The breeze became somewhat hotter.

"Kazuo."

[bts-fantasy]

Work Colleagues

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Fluff

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Isn‘t it funny how out of millions and billions of people on this planet there‘s only one that‘s meant for you?

Isn‘t it funny how after all the struggles and disorientations both of your paths cross eventually?

Sometimes you know it right away but sometimes it takes years and years to finally realize what you‘ve been missing out on. Either way, it‘s a beautiful, beautiful journey that everyone should experience one day, right?

Yoongi was a journey like that. He was the first one that caught your attention when you started at your new workplace. His adorable smile made you feel welcome and his voice had the ability to calm every storm you thought. You knew instantly that you wanted to be his friend. The more you got to know him the more you grew to adore him. Maybe it was the way he was all shy and quiet next to you or maybe the way his eyes lit up whenever you looked at him or how you could see his rosy gums whenever he smiled brightly at you. You never put too much thought into it you and just enjoyed his company even if it was just a work acquaintance.

That was until you slowly started noticing the change in your heart. How it suddenly started fluttering when he flashed a smile at you or how it raced whenever he said your name with his deep voice. Confusion about your feelings was taking over you whenever you were near him. Sweaty palms and a racing heart when his hands accidentally brushed against yours. What was he doing to you, you asked yourself every time you were lying on your bed at night without being able to sleep.

You never hung out with him alone so you were quite surprised when he asked you if you wanted to join him and his friends to the karaoke bar in town. When you met his friends you immediately got along with them. They were indeed a chaotic group someone always making the others laugh by doing something stupid or telling bad jokes. Yoongi was the quiet one most of the time watching his friends goofing around with a fond smile on his face and you knew that these guys were really special to him. However, they wouldn‘t let him sit in peace for too long and after a few protests he‘d join in as well to be just as chaotic as the rest of them. It was pleasing to watch him have fun with them but you couldn‘t stop the emptiness creeping into your heart. You wanted to be the reason behind that smile as well. At least once.

After a wild session in the karaoke bar, everyone was too exhausted to continue and you sat down to have some drinks. Hoseok, the one with the big contagious smile on his face almost all the time looked at you and then Yoongi with a questioning look. „Do you guys hang out a lot?“ Your eyes immediately turned to look at Yoongi sitting on the floor with his arms stretched out behind him propping him up. He looked at you with a small smile shaking his head slightly. „Uhm... no. This is the first time. We‘re just work colleagues.“

Hearing him say those words hurt for some reason but he was right, you were indeed just work colleagues and nothing more. Again you were confused about the strange feeling in your chest. Taehyung, the one with the cute smile used the silence to share his thoughts with the group. „So you guys aren‘t that close?“ Again you and Yoongi exchanged a look with flushed cheeks and this time it was your turn to shake your head. Taehyung raised his eyebrows as if he was thinking hard about the situation you and Yoongi were in. „Hey, it‘s not even that bad that you‘re not friends yet... that means neither of you is in the friend zone!“, he started clapping excitedly and Jimin just smiled endearingly up at his best friend whispering something that made him close his mouth immediately.

But then everyone‘s eyes were on you and Yoongi, the silence was awkward and you knew what Taehyung was trying to hint on. „Uhm... I...“, you were lost for words and decided to just keep quiet and shake your head. No.

But your mind was already far gone thinking about Yoongi and his adorable eyes turning into little crescents whenever he smiled. You wondered how it would feel like to have your fingers intertwined or to have his lips against yours. Yoongi leaned forward his big eyes that were suddenly not so tired anymore were fixed on you. You could tell that he was uncomfortable as well in this situation and you smiled at him apologetically hoping things wouldn‘t get awkward between the two of you from now on. You‘d still have to see each other at work every day and you didn‘t want it to get awkward between the two of you.

Namjoon, the reasonable one of the group cleared his throat sensing the awkwardness and tried to change the subject. „So how about-“, he couldn‘t even finish his sentence when suddenly your phone started ringing in your pocket. Seeing the name on your screen your eyes widened in shock causing Yoongi to stand up immediately to be beside you. „Is everything alright Y/N? Did something happen?“ You liked the worried tone in his voice it showed that he really cared about you even if you weren‘t that close. „I have to go! I‘m so sorry guys. I really had a great time with you all, thank you!“ You had to ignore the youngest ones pouty face with a sad smile when you said goodbye to everyone.

Yoongi was the only one who accompanied you outside. „I totally forgot I was supposed to meet my family for dinner tonight!“ You groaned scolding yourself in your mind. Yoongi looked down at his watch and then grabbed your hand leading you to his car. „Get in. I‘ll drive you home.“ He didn‘t want to listen to your protests so you eventually gave in sitting in the passenger‘s seat next to him. After a few minutes, he parked outside of your house where your family was already waiting for you impatiently. You turned to Yoongi who was already looking over to you. „Thanks for the ride Yoongi. I owe you.“ But before you could get to your front door your mom already came rushing outside. „Y/N, we‘ve been waiting for you and your dad is getting- oh! You brought your boyfriend with you?“ You could hear the car door shut behind you and suddenly Yoongi was standing next to you with a huge grin on his face.

„Mom! He‘s not my-“, you hissed but were cut off by him. „Good evening Mrs. Y/L/N! Nice to meet you.“ He stretched his hand and your mom took it with a nod. „Handsome and polite. I already like you...“

„-boyfriend.“

„Min Yoongi“, he introduced himself. You were watching the scene in front of you with your mouth agape. Was this really happening right now?

One thing led to another and Yoongi was sitting at your dinner table discussing politics with your dad while your mom kept on grinning and wiggling her eyebrows at you. You just wanted to disappear or run into your room and never come out again.

However, seeing him get along with your family that well made you feel warm inside and watching him play with your little brother made your heart flutter.

The night was long and tiring and your parents were set on making him stay for the night.

„Y/N go give him this blanket“, she said and the grin already said more than a thousand words. Was she really trying to play cupid here? You sighed taking the blanket to the guestroom where Yoongi was curled into a tiny ball on the bed. Only then you noticed how tired you actually were from the eventful day and you wished to just lay beside him on the bed. Shaking off the thoughts you cleared your throat to announce your presence while still standing at the door.

He sat up immediately throwing his phone on the bed carelessly to give you his full attention. „Y/N... come in.“ He was nervous and you could tell that easily by the way his eyes were fixed on his hands that were fiddling with his clothes. You put the blanket your mom gave down on the bed and searched for the right words to say to him.

„I‘m sorry.“

„I‘m sorry.“

„What-“

„What-“

You both chuckled after saying the same words at the same time. „Why are you sorry?“, you asked him curiously. „I‘m sorry that I just popped into your family night. I know it must be awkward for you to have me here...“

He was right, it was awkward for you but at some point, during the evening you forgot he was just a work colleague and felt like he had always been there with you. You were actually happy to have him around and you knew your family thought so as well.

„Don‘t worry about it. I don‘t mind having you here and I think my family wouldn‘t even mind if you moved in already“, you smiled warmly at him. „And what were you sorry for?“, he asked you leaning back on the mattress seemingly relaxed. „Uhm... I wanted to apologize for my family. I know they can be...“, you trailed off and Yoongi patted next to him on the bed so you wouldn‘t have to stand any longer. After sitting down you continued. „I‘m sorry if it was uncomfortable-“, but he didn‘t even let you finish your sentence. „Y/N, your family is so lovely!“ He said and you were taken aback by his statement.

„Oh...“ Your heart fluttered once again and being so close to him didn‘t help you either. You were nervously shifting on the mattress looking anywhere but in his eyes.

Usually, you’d always know the right words to say but next to Yoongi your mind was so blank that you had a hard time talking normally.

Yoongi seemed to notice your struggle and smirked. „Y/N, you‘re always so quiet. I want you to talk to me. Tell me something...“, he whispered moving closer and closer sending shivers down your spine and your cheeks turn bright red.

You finally looked up to meet his eyes and saw the same fond smile you‘d seen earlier on his face. You were mesmerized by his beauty and wished you could stay like that forever.

Yoongi‘s face was now only a few inches away from yours his eyes never leaving yours.

„I... what do you want me to say, Yoongi?“

„That you like me as well.“

Masterlist

[aingealcethlenn-archive]

Take A Drive

Characters - Reader, Sam, Dean

Pairing - None really

Summary/Request - When Y/N goes on a hunt alone and things go south, the Winchesters must not only save her from the monsters trying to kill her, but also make her realize what she’s doing, or else they could risk losing her for good.

Word Count - ~3313

Warnings - Angst, Language, Mentions of violence, Mentions of death/near death, Suicidal actions, Depression (If you spot any other warnings I should add, please let me know so I can edit this post to include them!)

A/N - Based on the Nick Alligood song “Take A Drive”

Tags (Want on or off? Send a message/ask or add yourself here) -  Redoing my Tag List...feel free to add yourself HERE

Story - 

It had been a rough few weeks lately... …Oh, who am I kidding. It had been a terrible few weeks.

Anything that could possibly go wrong, did. Any petty monster, demon, or creepy-crawly piece of shit that could rear its fugly head, did.

This last hunt, though? Was what finally did me in. I let the sleepless nights, the countless hours on the road, the pure, raw, emotion take me over - more like bash me over the head with a brick.

I was sick of these… these… things trying to take my family from me.  Sick of seeing my boys hurt.  Sick of having to mend bones, clean cuts, stitch up gashes. 

It wasn’t that these monsters were difficult in and of themselves, but for some unknown reason they were working together recently, and that just made it a sheer numbers advantage.

The hunt last week was different though; I was pissed off. This time? These freaks were messing with me. And I’d be damned if I let them take me without a fight.

Sure, I knew better than to take off alone - it was a suicide mission and I knew it -  but that wasn’t going to stop me this time. I walked into that nest with one thing on my mind. Take out the enemy before they took me out.

I wasn’t expecting a group of demons to be watching the nest though. Vampires are tough enough to catch off guard, let alone kill; especially an entire nest of them. Throwing in a twist like this was just going to make it that much tougher.

I got through though. Took out a few demons, and was able to cause enough of a distraction elsewhere to take the attention of the rest of them away from the nest.

Once inside - well that’s when things got difficult. I was only able to take out three of those bloodsuckers before I was ambushed.

I hadn’t been given any blood, so there was no worry there. They didn’t want to turn me, they wanted me dead. Drained of blood so there was no possibility of survival.

Lucky for me, Sam and Dean realized I was missing and figured out my plan quick enough. Nevertheless, by the time they arrived I was pretty far gone.

Now it was their turn to take care of me. Their turn to nurse me back to health.

With a little help from witchcraft - bless those bitches and their spells…sometimes it wasn’t such a bad thing to have Rowena around - I was back to myself in a matter of days.

Despite the ordeal that went down - the near-death experience and all - it didn’t stop Dean from speaking his mind once I was finally well enough to deal with it.

Seeing me sitting in the library when he returned from a liquor run, seemed like a good starting point for him. “What were you thinking Y/N?” Dean bellowed, throwing his jacket over a chair, directly over top my own.

Knowing exactly what he was talking about, I didn’t even bother looking up. “I was thinking, how I was tired of mending you two up. How those stupid creatures keep attacking in swarms. How, instead of laying low like they would normally do, things have been flipped on their head and they don’t give two shits about being caught anymore. I was thinking…”

“You weren’t thinking at all about the consequences though, were you?” he interrupted. “Didn’t stop to think what it might be like for Sam and me if we didn’t get there in time, huh?”

“Dean… I…” I let out a heavy sigh. “No. You know what?” I stood from the chair I’d been seated in, “I thought about all of that. And then I pushed it out of my head and did what I had set out to do. I killed things last week that had taken innocent lives. I pulled myself together and used all that damn pent up aggression I was harboring, and I killed those damn monsters!”

“Do you not understand that we could have lost you, Y/N?” His tone was still hard, but I could see the pain in his eyes. “If Sam & I hadn’t -”

“Did you ever stop to think, maybe I didn’t want you to save me?” Dean’s face dropped ever so slightly at my words. I could tell they stung, but they hurt me even worse. “No matter what I do, I seem to continue coming in last. I can’t drown the past anymore… it’s learned how to swim. I can’t… I can’t close my eyes at night, without my troubles seeping in and turning my dreams into nightmares.” I couldn’t hide the emptiness in my voice.

“So, what you’re saying, is you wanted to get caught. You wanted to go into that nest of vampires, and never come back out. Is that what I’m getting?” The voice I heard falling from his lips was one I had never heard from Dean before. He sounded… guilty.

“That’s not what I said Dean. Of course I didn’t want to get caught.” I was irritated by this conversation. I was scared. I was… I don’t know what I was anymore.

“Then I guess I don’t -” he started before I interrupted him abruptly.

“I just don’t want to feel anything anymore Dean. Okay? Is that clear enough for you to follow?” I snapped.

Turning on my heels, storming off to my room, roughly pushing past Sam as he made his way to check on what all the commotion was about, slamming the door once I was inside.

I leaned back against the door, sighing quietly as I slid down to the floor, listening to the muffled sounds of Sam and Dean discussing what just happened.

I didn’t mean to snap at Dean, it just happened. Sometimes I just couldn’t shut that switch off once it’s been flipped.

It wasn’t long before I heard Dean’s footsteps coming down the hall. Standing from my spot on the floor I changed into an oversized t-shirt and some shorts, hoping some rest will help improve my mood. As I crawl into bed, I hear Dean’s door close, and silence engulfs the bunker, and more specifically, my bedroom.

After lying in silence for what seemed like an eternity, unable to sleep, I leave my bed and put on a fresh pair of clothes. Knowing the brothers are fairly light sleepers, I’m careful to stay as quiet as possible. Clicking my door open, I step through the threshold into the hall before carefully clicking it closed once more and heading toward the main areas.

Dean had left his jacket draped over the chair in the library. When I picked it up in an attempt to get my own coat, figuring if I couldn’t sleep I might as well take a drive, it felt heavy. Seems Dean left the keys for the car - and the bunker - in his jacket pocket.

This wasn’t typical of him, he always kept his stuff in his room. It was just another thing that told me the events of last week had rattled him as much as they had me. We just each had very different ways of dealing with things.

It had been a long time since I had driven Baby. She used to be my escape when I needed to clear my head.

Smirking to myself as I recalled the times I would carefully fish the keys out of Dean’s discarded clothes, and tip-toe out of the different motel rooms to sit in the silence that Baby offered.

The times I would put the keys in the ignition, and start her up to hear that purr of her engine; sometimes taking her for a short drive, only to make it back minutes before the sun - and the brothers - would be up for the day.

Nonetheless, now that we had the bunker, and a garage full of cars, I had my pick of what to use. I didn’t see the sense in trying to sneak the keys to drive Dean’s car anymore when I could just as easily take another.

But, considering the circumstances, I felt the need to take the Chevy out for a drive. Call it sentimental, call it cheesy, call it whatever you want, but there was something about that car that could calm my rattled nerves and silence the monsters I carried with me in my own head better than anything else in this world.

Taking the keys from the pocket, I forgot all about my jacket and took off for the garage, as quietly as possible. 

With the roar of the engine, I was thankful the garage was far away from the rooms so there was no chance in them hearing me leave.

I threw the car in drive and took off for the open road. I had no destination in mind; I was headed nowhere, but I was headed there fast.

After a bit of mindless cruising - you know the type, when your mind goes blank and you zone out completely, only to come to and wonder how the hell you’re still alive and have no idea how you arrived at where you are - I finally engaged myself and started to focus, finding myself stopped on the side of a lonely road.

Dean rolled out of bed, unable to sleep after what happened between Y/N and himself earlier. Thinking, maybe trying to apologize was the best thing he could do to ease his mind.

Making his way to Y/N’s room, he felt a ping in the pit of his stomach. Something telling him to worry. Ignoring it, he opened Y/N’s door slowly.

“Y/N? You awake?” he offered in a whisper.

When he didn’t hear a response, he opened the door farther to at least check on her. Seeing her bed empty, he suddenly realized something may actually be wrong.

He made his way quickly to the main rooms of the bunker, checking everywhere he would expect her to be. Finding her nowhere, Dean made his way to Sam’s room to wake him.

Knocking on Sam’s door, he doesn’t wait for a response. Throwing the door open, he yells for his brother.

“Sammy! Wake up! Y/N is missing!”

“What?” Sam’s voice is full of worry and sleep, having been woken so abruptly.

“Y/N… is… missing!” He restated slowly. 

“She couldn’t have gone far Dean.” Sam tried to reassure. “Did you check the garage?” he offered, rubbing his eyes, still trying to wake up completely.

“The garage?” Dean questioned. Sam nodded in reply. “Why would I check the garage, Sam? She’s a person, not a car.”

“Because, Dean, Y/N tends to sit in one of the cars when she can’t sleep.”

I ran my hands over the steering wheel, feeling the smooth leather against my skin. The road in front of me was wide open, and in this small, map dot town, I knew I wouldn’t have to worry about cops, or even other drivers for that matter, out this late at night.

I may have been feeling lost, caught up in all the insanity that goes along with this life, but tonight? Tonight, I was going to find myself again. Forget the troubles, forget the insanity, forget the past; at least for a brief time.

I reached across the seat and lowered the passenger window. Once I was back in my spot, I lowered my window as well before pushing the gas pedal slowly to the floor, and listening to the engine purr as it moved increasingly faster down the road.

This was my therapy. This was my comfort zone. The open road. The engine roaring.

When the Chevy hits about 85, is when I truly feel alive again. The breeze rolling in, washing over me as if it were washing my sins away, being baptized by the open road.

Breathing in that sweet Kansas atmosphere, the speakers bumping to some upbeat country music - of course, I’d never tell Dean his baby played anything but his rock tapes - rolling on for miles at a time.

“SAAAAMMMM!!” Dean’s voice carried throughout the bunker. Within a couple minutes, Sam appeared in the doorway to the garage. “It’s gone Sam!”

“What’s gone Dean?” He made his way to where his brother stood.

“She took...my car!”

“I’m right here Dean, you really don’t need to yell anymore.” Sam rolled his eyes at his brother. “Look, why don’t I try to call her and see where she is?”

Dean didn’t respond. He appeared to be hyperventilating at the knowledge of someone else driving his beloved vehicle. 

“Go… Go sit down.” He clapped his hand on his brother’s shoulder, “I’ll get your car back.”

I don’t know how long I had been driving. Hell, I don’t even completely know where I am. All I really knew, was that I needed to top off the car if I had any intent on making it back to the bunker.

As I pull into the gas station, and up to the pump, I hear my phone vibrating on the seat. I didn’t care who it was, or what they wanted, so I ignored it.

Climbing out, I opened the door for the gas tank and removed the cover. I knew I couldn’t put the cheap gas in Baby’s tank, so I filled her up with the premium stuff. Once the gas cap was back on, I sat back in her seat and looked at my phone.

3 missed calls. All from Sam. Just as I was about to clear them all from my screen, his name appeared again. No sense ignoring it again.

“What is it, Sam?” I said abruptly, as soon as the screen had shown the call starting.

“Where are you Y/N? I’ve called you three times already. We’re worried about you.” 

“No, you’re not. Dean is worried about his precious car, that’s all.” I snidely replied.

“You know that’s not true.” I laughed a little at Sam’s attempt to make me feel significant. “I mean, sure he is worried about the car, but we’re more worried about you.” Sam’s voice was remorseful. “A car can be replaced Y/N, you can’t.”

“Sam, I appreciate the concern, but -”

“But nothing Y/N.” His tone had rapidly changed from concerned to frustration, “I don’t know what’s got your thoughts so warped right now, but whatever it is, we need to figure out how to make it stop. You know we care about you. You know we’d risk everything for you. So why are you so hell-bent on self-destructing?” 

“I’m not - “ I tried to start again.

“You are though,” he interrupted. “Drinking full bottles of whiskey in a night, thinking no one notices. Trying to take on an entire nest of vampires alone. Now you’re out, who knows where, alone, and couldn’t even be bothered to let one of us know you were taking off? How is any of that not being self-destructive?”

Sam had a point. Maybe he’s right. I was doing things that were dangerous, without so much as a second thought about the outcome. 

“Just… come home Y/N. Please? Let’s figure this out together.” I could hear the worry in his voice. “Before something worse happens…”

“Okay, Sam.”

“Thank you,” he let out a sigh, “I’ll calm Dean down while we wait for you.”

I hung up the phone, turned the key and headed back toward the bunker. There was no telling what would happen when I arrived, what may be said, or how anyone would react, but I had to at least give them a chance. 

After a long, quiet drive back, I pulled into the garage and shut off the engine. Sitting in the silence for a moment, I tried to gather my thoughts before making the walk inside.

Finding the brothers sitting in the library, I took a seat opposite of them and just waited. 

“What the hell were you thinking?!” Dean barked out. “No one drives that car but me! I don’t even let Sam drive her!” 

I toss the keys at him, “she’s fine Dean. Not a single scratch, and I even topped her off before getting here. The only thing she’s got is a few more miles on her, and I didn’t hear her complain at all.”

“That’s not the -” he cut himself off, running a hand down his face, “forget it.”

“What he means to say Y/N,” Sam glared at his brother before looking to me, “is are you okay?”

“I’m fine Sam,” I replied flatly.

“Why did you take off like that? You should have at least -”

“I needed a break, Sam. That’s it.” I leaned back in the chair, crossing my arms over my chest and just watching each of them.

“And that break required my car?” Dean growled again.

“Required it? No. I’m sure I could have accomplished the same thing taking any one of those other cars,” I smirked a little as I saw his eyes narrow, “but, I can’t say I would have come back as easily if I had taken any other one.”

“What do you mean Y/N? What’s going on? Let us help you…” Sam offered, his last word a soft whisper of a request, “please?” 

“There’s nothing to help Sam. I’m fine. I’m just…” my face dropped. I leaned forward, resting my arms on my knees, running my hands over my face slowly.

I didn’t see the shift in Dean. Seeing the hunched over state I was in, and hearing the defeat in my voice, something clicked for him. He questioned himself how he had missed it, beating himself up a little inside as he finally recognized the state I was in. One he had been in himself, and probably would have never escaped from had it not been for his brother.

“I’m just…” I tried again, “I’m tired of trying to look happy and act normal for you two because the truth is… I’m not. I haven’t been for a while now. But I just can’t… I don’t have the strength to tell anyone, you know?” I looked between the brothers, hoping they would understand what I was trying desperately to convey.

“Look, Y/N, you know it’s okay, right?” Dean questioned, his voice finally soft, forgetting about the car and focusing on me.

“Nothing about this is okay, Dean… That’s the problem.” I rested my arms on my legs, crossed on my lap as I continued to lean forward, taking interest in the speck of dirt I had found on the floor. Anything to avoid their eyes.

“You’re wrong,” he said flatly, “It’s okay to feel the way you do.” Dean stepped closer, kneeling down in front of me, lifting my head slightly to look into my eyes. “To feel like the whole world is about to collapse on top of you, and in some way, you want that more than anything. Because it means all the pain will finally be over. But at the same time, you’re terrified of what would happen if it did.” I could tell by the sincere tone of his voice that he was speaking from experience.

“Who-Who are you again?” I smirk, “The Dean I know has never been that profound with me before.”

“You’re not alone in this fight Y/N. The one here in the real world, or the one in that beautiful head of yours. Sam and I,” he looked back at his brother for a brief moment before returning his gaze to me, “we’re here for you sweetheart. In any way, you need us to be.”

I smiled, looking up at Sam before returning my gaze to Dean, “what would I do without you two?” I chuckled.

“Survive Y/N. Just like always.” Sam smiled in return.