#i wish i could b lisa swallows

[z0mbiefvcker]

watching lisa frankenstein again bc i cant be a weird social outcast girl who visits an abandoned cemetery and tends to a hot guys grave n then that guy gets revived and we go on a murderous journey for love climaxing in the chopping off of my crushes penis

[starry-night-rose]

“I wish I was with you.....six feet under the ground”

Character Playlist / Character Inspirations

Full Name: Elizabeth Heather Shelley

Nicknames: Lizzie (herself, family, others), Beloved Bride (Ernest, belongs to @rosietrace ), Missy (Trinity, belongs to @rosietrace ) Mademoiselle Couturière (Rook)

V/A: Minami Tanaka (JP) Kathryn Newton (EN)

! Twisted from Lisa Swallows from Lisa Frankenstein !

Age: 18

Birthday: January 1st

Horoscope: Capricorn

Species: Human

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/her

Height: 154 cm (or 5���1)

Hair Color: Chocolate Brown

Eye Color: Dark Blue

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Homeland: Shaftlands

Family: Unnamed Mother (deceased), Unnamed Father, Unnamed Stepmother, Unnamed Stepbrother, Unnamed Step Sister. Ernest Shelley (“Husband”)

Dominant Hand: Left

Dormitory: Terrovania (belongs to @terrovaniadorm / @hallowed-delights )

School Year: Third Year

Class: 3-B (no. 13)

Best Class(es): Alchemy, Potions, Astronomy

Worst Class(es): P.E

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Favorite Food(s): Gummy worms, Pizza, Lollipops, Cherries

Least Favorite Food: Steak

Hobbies: Watching Silent films, reading/writing poetry, singing, listening to vinyls

Dislike(s): real Bugs, Cheerleading, Hot Weather

Talent(s): Sewing, Fashion Designing, Reanimation

Sexuality: Bisexual

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Personality: Lizzie is a very eccentric girl who seems to always have her head up in the clouds. Lizzie can however be very quiet and a bit of a recluse, seldom speaking until she feels comfortable. Once out of her shell, Lizzie is a very passionate and much more lighthearted! She can be very energetic at times when excited. Lizzie can be seen as a girl with many quirks who likes to do things her own way. She hates it when people tell her how to live her life and will do anything to break free from their confinements. Lizzie cares for her loved ones fiercely as they mean everything to her.

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TW for Parental Death, and mentions of corpses

Backstory: Lizzie was born to two loving parents in the Shaftlands. Her father was the groundskeeper for a historic cemetery and as such, Lizzie was exposed to the macabre from a young age. To her, the cemetery grounds was just one giant park for her to play in! Life seemed idyllic until it was all shattered in an instant. Lizzie was in the car with her mother when they got into a horrible accident leaving Lizzie the only survivor. Lizzie was crushed by the passing of her mother, becoming more of a recluse and diving more into the macabre. Shortly after, her father shockingly remarried another woman with two children of her own already. This gave Lizzie a whole new stepfamily which enraged her. She felt like her father had seemingly moved on quickly from a woman who seemed like the love of his life. Lizzie’s new stepmother did not tolerate Lizzie and as such, Lizzie would seek solace in the cemetery. She soon had a favorite tombstone, complete with a lifelike bust statue of the deceased. His name was “Ernest” according to his tombstone and had died unmarried. Lizzie would spend all of her free time at his grave, finding his “company” pleasant

One starry and clear night, Lizzie made a wish upon a star over his grave stating “I wish he were here with me” and promptly left when it suddenly started thundering despite there being no warning in the forecast. While at home alone, all cozy in her pajamas, she heard a knock at the door. Expecting to see the pizza delivery guy, she opened the door to find a tall, filthy, and rotting corpse standing outside. Terrified, she screamed, slammed the door, and ran for her life. Though, once she remembered the corpse’s face, it all made sense to her. Lizzie’s wish had come true! He was here with her. Feeling remorseful for how she acted just then, she opened the door and let Ernest in. The pair soon became oddly close with Lizzie fixing him up as best she could. There did come a problem however. Ernest seemed to be missing vital “parts” such as a hand or an ear. To combat this problem, Lizzie and Ernest stole from the mortuary on the cemetery property, using the body parts to add to Ernest. These new parts were somehow solidified by using Lizzie’s stepmother’s tanning bed surprisingly. When the time came for Lizzie to return to NRC, she brought along Ernest with her, having him pose as another student.

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Triva!

The necklace with the pendant that she wears was from her late mother. She almost never takes it off

Lizzie has a less strained relationship with her step-siblings, they mostly leave her alone

Lizzie is almost never seen without her sunglasses! She has a distaste for the sun

Lizzie is a great poet and has even had a few of her poems published before in the town newspaper

She’s always seen with Ernest in tow, the pair is almost never seen apart

Lizzie often is experimenting with different makeup looks! Ernest does fall victim to her experimenting most of the time

Lizzie is shockingly good with an axe!

[stusbunker]

Tattered: Spit and Sinew

A Supernatural A/B/O Fan-fiction Mini-series

Featuring: Alpha!Soulless Sam x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader

Written for: @spnabobingo​​

Square filled: Free Space: Claim Stealing

Written for: @supernatural-jackles​​ Tell Me a Story Bingo

Square filled: Something Unexpected

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 5374

Warnings, etc: Show level violence and injury. Hurt/comfort. Smut. Oral sex. Knotting. Claiming. Cheating. Jealousy. Kind of voyeurism. Masturbation. Soulless Sam is an ass and a creep. Special thanks to @lastactiontricia​ for all her support. xoxo

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Soulless Sam

     Dean's huffy when I meet back up with him. I got there as soon as I could, I don't know why he's so bitchy all the sudden. Maybe I should have showered again, but I like to have some of her left on me. It makes me feel good to smell like her. And Dean comes back from Lisa's smelling like bland beta pussy, so it's not like he's one to talk. Who knows, all I care about now is the hunt: werewolves, a whole pack. Dean's been busy, I've got to hand him that.

     "You're not walking into the morgue until you shower; the stiffs are even gonna get hard with all the slick stank you've got on you," Dean decides. Called it.

     "Fair point. Give me 15 and we can grab coffees on the way," I agree. But now Dean's looking at me like I'm speaking in tongues. " What?"

      Dean rolls his eyes.

      "What?!" I repeat.

      "Look, man, I know you've had a year to do what you want. But disappearing on me like that for some tail? Not cool. Even if she tasted as good as she smells. You get that, right?" 

      I look at him, trying to figure out how honest I can be without being a dick. "It was a friend in need, Dean. You would have done the same."

      "I?! Come on! Friend in need?! Really, Sam? Whatever, get cleaned up, I'm getting the coffees now. Don't take too long, Mr. I'm Worth It." He storms out of the motel room and I kick off my shoes. I wash and condition my hair, just for that L'Oreal jab. I wish I cared that he's pissed, but it's actually kind of funny.

Reader

    Sam left in a rush and I’m too sore to care. My heat finally broke sometime in the night, but Sam kept going until I made him stop. The more I let the last hours run through my thoughts the more I think he was annoyed with me. There was the briefest moment when he was sucking on my pulse point that I thought I felt his teeth more than his tongue. 

    Did he almost claim me? Or was I imagining things? The throws of passion be damned. The thought alone terrifies me. I trust Sam. But I don’t think I can love him. Not the alpha he’s become since Dean left.

    I sleep until dinner time and slowly start to pack up my things.

    I leave the cabin behind, dusted with the dirt off my tires, knowing I’ll be back all too soon.

Two days later

    I use all my weight to bring down the service door, pinning the feral werewolf to the concrete by a decidedly shattered tibia and fibula. He snarls at me, claws reaching my pant leg before I can jump out of the way, slamming me to the ground. My ass breaks my fall, and I kick with everything I have in me when a shot rings out, echoing through the abandoned warehouse. I look up in time to see Dean Winchester put another silver bullet in the wolf’s back, straight through to the heart.

    Before I can even speak Sam’s hauling the door open beside me. His eyes are dark when they fall on me. I feel his silent reprimand and my inner omega cowers under his disapproval.

    “You alright?” Dean’s voice breaks through Sam’s thrall and I look down at my bleeding calf to give him an honest answer.

    I move to stand, a calloused hand finds mine and helps me the rest of the way up.

    “Yeah, just a few scratches,” I breathe out. “When’d you guys get here?”

    “Been tracking them for a few days,” Dean answered, stowing his gun in the back of his pants. “You find the den?”

    I swallow, look at Sam, frustrated he didn’t tell me he was leaving for a case. Or mentioning that his brother was waiting for him. 

    “Answer him, ‘mega,” Sam snarls low. 

    I can’t stop the way my head bows at his command. “They meet up at the docks, but never all at once.”

    “Hey,” Dean soothes. “You did good, alright?” He pats my shoulder, until Sam growls. “Cool it, Sammy.”

    Amazingly, Sam defers to Dean’s command. But Dean still drops his hand and turns away from me to drag the body out to be burned. Sam scents the air and watches as I pull myself together.

    “That fear is recent, you weren’t scared of the wolf,” Sam isn’t asking.

    “So?” I snap.

    “You shouldn’t be afraid of us.” Sam’s face softens in confusion.

    “Does Dean know where you were?” I whisper, stepping closer, unintentionally seeking his scent, his warmth.

    Sam inhales and pulls himself to his full height. “No, but this case, he came in angry. Let us handle the rest, okay?”

    “Like hell! I’m still a hunter. I tracked them! If it wasn’t for me, you’d still be on surveillance, asshole!”

    Sam nods condescendingly. “Fine. But I’m not going to baby you. You want to be a hunter; you’re not an omega in the field. Not to me.”

    “Good,” I reply and stomp away to help Dean finish with the body.

Dean   

    She’s favoring her left leg as we approach the old shipyard. I can’t get the scent of her out of my mind, but Sam’s keeps creeping in to ruin its spell. I’m feeling like something between a third wheel and a load bearing wall; they’re not even friendly. What the fuck were they doing in that cabin, then?!

    I breathe deeply, focus on the hunt, and fight every instinct to protect her. Try and let her be her own person. This is why she hid from us for all these years and I have no right to question her abilities now. But biology is almost impossible to override, especially in the heat of battle. They have a scout that makes us before we clear the pier, voices and snarls pierce the night, fifty yards off.

    I signal Sam to take point, while she and I flank. He rolls his eyes, but moves into position. The anger burns again in my gut. She makes a noise behind me and I spin to see her pinned to the chest of a burly wolf. He’s scenting her as she struggles against his clawed hand over her mouth.

    “You really have a death wish, Balto,” I spit and cock my gun.

    “What am I supposed to do? Ignore the fresh meal you bring to my front door?” His smokey voice makes the hairs on the back of neck stand. My vision narrows and I don’t blink before I fire at his leg. He buckles instantly, freeing her from his grasp. But he rebounds faster than I thought possible, rushing me before I can aim at his chest.

    I hear another gunshot, farther away. ‘Sam’s busy’ is the only thought I have as the thick stink of wet dog pummels me to the creaking dock. I shove him as best I can, using his momentum. He gets his claws in my jacket and I am left with no option but to headbutt the mutt. He falls, snarling on top of me, pinning me to a pile of canvas covered equipment.

    “Roll!” She pleads somewhere to my left.

    I thread my legs into his and squeeze. His hands, stuck in my layers of fabric, can’t stop me from wrenching his body into position. I flinch as she buries three bullets into his back. My sigh of relief is cut short by his body sagging against mine. Fucking disgusting. I drag myself out from under him and she’s slapping my gun back into my palm. She’s already booking it towards Sam.

    She runs full force at the wolf that has Sam by the hair, tackles it to the ground. Sam practically screams as a big chunk of his hair goes with them. I pop off two shots into one that was too invested in watching to notice me. Sam stumbles over to where she’s wrestling with the apparent leader. Sam kicks him square in his ribs and drags him off of her. My ears are ringing as I watch her stand, only vaguely aware that Sam is wailing on the guy instead of just ending him.

    She barks something and Sam and the wolf freeze.

    Everything stops and she whips her head over her shoulder and nods at me. I never was the smart one. Finally, I shoot, realizing too late she was giving me an opening.

    Sam’s heaving and I’m dizzy, but she’s smirking like the cat that got the cream.

    Sam looks at me and back at her and turns towards the car. What the fuck?

    “You good?” I ask, seeing her more than favor her scratched up leg now.

    “I will be.” She doesn’t look me in the eye. I swallow back all the things that are trying to escape.

Reader

I feel dumb having Dean follow me back to my room. But there is also no way I can stitch my own leg up, not entirely. Sam said he wasn’t going to baby me and boy, he wasn’t lying. After I got the patch of his scalp to stop bleeding, he wouldn't even look at me.

Fine, I shouldn't care he's so closed off. But fuck, I do. Dean's cagey, hasn't stopped moving or checking on us since we weighted and dumped the bodies. 

"I'll get some sleep shorts on, give me a minute?" I ask, pawing through my bag as Dean takes in the elaborate decorating job at this fine two star establishment.

"Sure, yeah. Don't need to cut the jeans off ya or anything."

"Shit! I left my first aid kit in the truck, there's some fishing line if you think we'll need it." Dean nods and heads back outside. I take a deep breath, trying to clear my head of his alpha worry. The amount of uncomfortableness between us is stifling. 

It's odd how suddenly alone I feel while I quickly change out of my ruined jeans. Like he is supposed to be there. Or maybe I just miss my time with Sam already and all this time with alphas unsuppressed has my body telling my head hormonal lies. Like maybe I’m not better off on my own.

Dean returns and I lay face down on the bed. I shiver against the early morning air that follows him in. I shift, letting him see the extent of the wolf’s claws for the first time. He lets out a low whistle. I know it’s bad, but having another hunter agree makes me that much more anxious.

“Here.” Dean hands me the bottle of acetaminophen I keep with my medical supplies. “Want anything to chase it with?”

I shake my head and swallow the pills dry. My liver doesn’t need a challenge at the moment.

He speaks before he touches me, straight and to the point, and yet impossibly soothing. “Alright, slugger, try and stay still for me, alright?”

I flinch as he drags the alcohol wipe down the length of my calf. He blows a cool jet of air over the mangled flesh, my heart thuds in my ears at the intimacy. Thank God he can’t see my face. It’s sweet and somehow sexy all at once.

“You’re lucky he didn’t get your Achilles’, some of these are pretty deep,” Dean pinches my skin together and starts stitching, he threaded the needle without me even noticing. “You know, me and Sam usually just pour some liquor on it and use floss. This is quite the efficient little kit you got here.”

“Floss?! Are you serious? What, you wanna keep your wounds minty fresh?” I laugh at their idiocy, but he snags on an out stroke and I have to fight from chewing him out.

“Sorry,” he mumbles, the apology rolling off of him. I glance over my shoulder to see him watching me, dark and concerned in the crappy light. 

“‘Sokay. Just keep going,” I plead, breathing deep through my nose. Dean continues in silence. I count the stitches in attempt to distract myself from the pain and the increasing frustration that Sam isn’t here for me to hold on to. I internally kick myself for thinking of him as a comfort. I close my eyes and breathe through it. Dean’s both quick and careful and before I pass out, he asks me to flip over so he can finish wrapping me up in an ace bandage.

“You’re all set,” Dean pinches my other knee reassuringly. He slowly meets my gaze, and I get a little lost in the way his eyes shift with the light.

“Thanks, I would have butchered them if I tried to do it myself.” I’m repeating myself, but I needed to say something.

“No problem. You saved our asses out there, least I could do.” Dean tucks away the supplies one by one. “Anything else need fixing?”

I cock my head in confusion.

Dean gestures to my throat and chest. “Those are all old news? They seem--- consensual, just checking you didn’t get any other type of bite tonight.”

My hand slides to my neck defensively, of course, all of Sam’s hickeys and nips are on display now that I lost my jacket and thermal. “I’m good.”

Dean nods and looks at what he’s doing. “I know it was Sam, Y/N. You don’t have to hide anything from me. I knew before we even ran into you tonight.”

“You knew,” I say disbelievingly. “Then why did Sam leave all of the sudden? If you knew he was with me, why’d he have to leave me alone to sleep off the rest of my heat?”

“Your heat. Sam was---- helping with your heats?” Dean scented the air, eyes narrowing at the visible frustration in your voice and the silent pain on the air.

“Look, I know I shouldn’t have hid for so long, but being an omega fucking sucks. And when Sam found me and asked me to help with his rut, I caved, then it just sort of kept happening,” I explain, hugging my knees. 

“His rut. Sam doesn’t have ruts. Either he lied to you or you’re both trying to make me insane,” Dean snaps.

“He said the same thing. Hadn’t had one in years. I don’t know what to tell you, but I’ve been through it with him, once totally in control and once where we synced. So not the best judge of things, but if that wasn’t a rut, I don’t want to know what a rut is.”

Dean inhales sharply and the whole room shifts. “Did he--- did my brother hurt you?”

    I pause because I know what he’s asking and it’s not like he thinks, but at the same time I can’t look Dean in the face and lie. “Noooooo.”

    “Some of those had to hurt, I can fucking see teeth marks in places. And not the places I should see ‘em, if you know what I mean.” Dean sits on the other bed, rests his elbows on his knees.

    I shake my head and look away, embarrassed and sad in the sudden reminder that I wasn’t claimable. That whatever Sam and I are, we’re not THAT. I whisper thickly, “it’s not like that. We’re not---- together.”

    “And yet, you’re synched,” Dean deadpans. “Look, I’m the last guy to give relationship advice. But you deserve better.”

I look him dead in the eye. How dare he?! “It beats sweating and crying my way through every heat alone in the woods. Ten years, I was hiding what I am. Now, at least, I don’t have to suffer by myself.”

“Tell me being with him and not being his isn’t torture. Cuz I can see it on your face. You want the whole nine, but Sam’s only good to you for the few days a month you need him, isn’t he?”

“What does it matter?! We’re hunters, none of us get real families. That’s for the people we save.”

“Yeah, well, maybe I think you deserve a chance at it. You’re still young.”

“So is Sam. Hell, so are you, Dean!”

He softens at my words, he shakes his head and bites his lips. “I’ve got the closest I’ll ever get. And it’s not ideal, but we both know where we stand.”

“What’s not ideal about that?” I huff, jealous vitriol heavy on my tongue. Cautiously Dean drags himself on to the bed beside me, watching as I pout. Something about his proximity makes me feel exposed, yet safe at the same time. “You ever get sick of watching other people? Watching all the happy families or what’s left of them wave us off? Knowing you were made for that kind of life, but never get to have it?”

Dean hums and pulls me to his chest, tucks me under his chin and squeezes me tight. His scent floods my system and I relax under the steady beat of his heart. He’s leather and motor oil and fresh laundry, while Sam is wilder, musk and earth with a hint of sage. I’d know them blind. So when Dean’s lips find my temple, I try not to let my body respond. But as his hot breath trails down to my ear, I can’t stop myself from turning to face him. 

His eyes are clouded and his mouth is open, his fat bottom lip is pink and plump and I shouldn’t be thinking about the way that mouth soothed my aching skin as he blew along my wound. I’m in a fog of maybe when I nuzzle against the side of Dean’s face, docile and waiting. He kisses me first, but I take it deeper, holding his face to mine as I twist to get onto his lap. His strong arms wrap around me and I moan into his open mouth.

“I need you so bad,” he admits, almost sheepishly. “Wanted you for years. And then you had to go off with Sammy----”

“I didn’t know,” I beg forgiveness, suck his tongue into my mouth and stroke it with my own.

“Well, that makes two of us,” Dean half laughs as I drag his shirts over his head. I instantly scent him, lapping at his thick muscles as I go. He lifts my chin and maneuvers me away from him, eyes staring into me like none other. “Tell me you want this. Because I swear, if you let me, I’ll make you forget everything my brother’s ever done.”

I can’t hide my surprise at his words, but he feels so good underneath me. Something between us tells me that Dean wouldn’t ever hurt me. Not like Sam does without even noticing. And that’s not even counting the way Sam manhandles me.

“Somebody’s a little competitive, I see.” I purr in his ear, running my hands over the hills of his biceps.

Dean stills and swears against my forehead. “I just don’t like to see you hurt. Not when I can help it.”

I rock against him, and kiss him more with my teeth than my lips. Tongues and gasping breaths get us going. The hot, flush press of his chest against me, keeps us climbing. I feel my slick start to soak my panties as Dean slides a calloused hand up my bare thigh. God, he’s so gentle I could scream.

In a blur he spins us, dropping me onto my back in the center of the bed. He stands decidedly and starts to undo his belt. I watch transfixed, knowing the rest of him is just as gorgeous as what I have seen and felt so far. He stops just as he’s about to drop everything, bent over he smirks at me. “You enjoying the show? Because I’m kinda waiting for one myself.”

I blink suddenly, clearing my head as I start to take off my own clothes. Nearly missing the immaculate curve of Dean’s ass as I lose my tank top. Dean has to sit to get his boots off, but soon enough I’m naked and back in his lap. Drunk on the way his smooth skin feels against every inch of mine. 

I rub against him shamelessly as he starts in on my tits. His lips are so decadent and his tongue is divine. He cradles each of my breasts, weighs and measures them. It seems he finds them equally worthy of his worship. I squirm and shake as he starts to take me apart. Dean watches my face as I continue to grind, covering his length with my desire. It’s like I am some kind of mystery and he can do nothing else until he’s solved it.

He just needs more clues. He releases my nipple with an obscene pop, his spit instantly cooling on my skin. My nerves are a live wire. I need him to keep touching me to stop me from overloading. And graciously, he does. He snakes a hand behind my head and kisses me, slow and sternly. Like a promise. 

He pulls away. “As much as I like seeing you ride me, I’m not gonna let you do that right away. Can you lay down for me, honey? There’s somethings I need to see to first.”

I whine petulantly, throwing my head back in exasperation.

“Please?” He asks so earnestly. God, if he wasn’t so damn pretty.

“Fine! But remember, paybacks are a bitch, mister,” I try and warn before flopping sidewise and climbing up to the pillows. Dean gives me another whistle, but this one tells me something else entirely. I arch my back and present for the briefest moment, before slinking onto the sheets. Devilish and coy, I cross my legs, waiting for him to make his next move.

“You sure about this? Sam’s probably not gonna want to share,” Dean double checks. 

“And you? Do you share?” I raise an eyebrow.

“Only if you’re into that sort of thing,” Dean admits, leaning onto his hands as he slowly slides over me. Wonders never cease.

“Listen, I’ve just gotten used to the whole being knotted thing, I don’t think I’m ready for two quite yet,” I explain as I settle beneath his amused gaze. “Nor do I want to think about your brother right now. I thought I was supposed to be forgetting anyway?”

Dean hangs his head and nearly giggles. “Yeah, well, I was getting there.”

“Right,” I tease. And he kisses me quick, probably just to keep me quiet as he wrenches my legs apart. 

He looks me over, west to east and north to south, before glancing up at me through his unfairly thick eyelashes. “Fucking beautiful,” he practically cheers as he falls face first onto my cunt. He starts slowly, like he is cleaning me up just to spread me open and gets dirty all over again. Then he starts sucking and nipping, fingers brushing against my entrance and my ass, tantalizing and shallow. I’m already fisting the sheets when he slides two thick fingers into me and nudges around until he finds the trigger. He pulls my clit into his mouth and holds it there, swollen and ruddy, I writhe from it all.

“Easy, now,” Dean purrs. “Just getting started.”

Ass.

Every inch of me is trembling with want and he just keeps taking his time. His voice vibrates through me and the rope of pleasure he’s drawing out of me keeps tightening. I come like a wave cresting the shore, deep and satisfying and gone too soon. Dean finger fucks me through it as I spew obscenities at the ceiling. He’s enjoying himself too much down there, chuckling as he tries to start over.

“Come on, you’ve got more in you than that,” he challenges. I whimper as his tongue takes wide strokes up my pussy. His pinky finds my ass and I moan at the stretch. 

“Alpha---” I try to be stern, but end up begging. “Baby, please? I need you, I need your knot.”

“You sure? Because I gotta say, I kinda like it down here.” Dean watches me as he groans over the taste of my slick. It’s the filthiest compliment I’ve ever received and a fresh pool of it rewards him for it. But I’m so empty, even shaking around his fingers I still need more. I need Dean.

Finally, he gives in.

Dean

    I ease inside her and everything else disappears: sight, sound, gravity and the rest of my upstairs brain. Her scorching heat holds me tight, and I just have to kiss her again, thank her properly. She giggles and I feel like the luckiest idiot that I get to hear her like this, get to feel her, watch her as she settles beneath me. She’s a fucking sight, her legs wrap around me, nudge me impossibly deeper. And I remind myself to breathe. Can’t tap out yet.

    She whines my name. And it’s my turn to laugh. I shuffle us in, arms tight to her sides, boobs nice and inviting against me. I nip at her jaw, and just like that she gives me the entire length of her neck, smooth and unblemished. I push in, feel her shiver under each pull of my lips. I want to take my time here too, tease her until she’s begging again. But she’s clenching around my dick, causing my vision to starburst. 

    “Move,” she groans, grinding against me.

    I blow a single stream over her collar bone until I’m lightheaded. Letting myself lean into her, too dizzy to care she’s changed my orbit. I slide out, watching her and daring her to complain. I’m just doing what she told me to. Her nails find the back of my neck, chastising.

    I suck on her tits, stay notched barely inside her, so fucking hard, but still as can be. She moans and slips her hands through my hair. I’m so high I might be purring. It’s some mushy sunshine shit, but God, I ain’t stopping. I tongue a nipple lazily, taking in the point of her chin as she arches both away and into me.

    I slam into her, move us a few inches up the bed and see her eyes fly wide. It’s go time. Alpha up. With her legs locked around my waist, I kneel. Her ass is off the bed and I start us off, slow and driving. She’s warm apple pie and a limited edition live recording all at once, comfort and revelation, indulgence and a precipice. I hope she feels it too. I kiss her quick, need her closer, however briefly. I drop back to my hands, planking, I roll my hips, dragging up along that front wall, hoping to catch where she needs me. I see her eyes flutter and I can’t stop from grinning. Bullseye.

    I do it again, once, twice, until her wounded leg locks straight and she’s working against herself. I ease back, just far enough to get a hand between us, thumb her clit like I would the back of her hand, gentle swirls until she's bucking up and cursing at me. Fuck, that’s even better than the last one. I hum as she gasps through it, keep myself as deep and steady as I can.

    If my knot wasn’t burning between us, I’d think I’d already come. It’s that good. I lean down and nuzzle her nose, give her my breath and take hers instead. I speed up, my balls smack her ass obscenely. But I hold her close. I taste her on her own lips. She keeps me drugged on it through repeated contact. I take the hits while I can. Lick into her mouth to stop her from squealing as my knot pops, sending her over the final ledge. She howls and then impossibly, I taste blood. I open my eyes, before I realize what the blood means she’s singing my name, my title, the melody of the universe.

    I tongue the wound, seal it with a kiss, by spit and sinew we’re joined. I feel her inside my head, my heart marches beside hers, the rhythms slowing as we both come down. I watch her for signs of panic, of regret, or rage. But she’s all easy smiles and soothing fingertips. I kiss her to get a break from all the love I feel in her eyes. It’s too much. And I’m nothing if not unworthy. But her touch tells me otherwise. Her body anchors me, supports me, rebuilds me, bone by bone until we both understand and accept the bond. 

    “Is it---,” I start.

    “It is,” she reassures. “We are, now.”

    Ever so carefully, we roll, she drapes herself over my torso as we wait out our biological lock. I breathe her in, her scent has changed, hints of me already apparent.

    Suddenly Sam’s face floods my mind, knowing what I’ve done to my brother, I retreat further into my own head as I lay with her tucked under my chin.  It isn’t until I’m pulling out from her swollen, cum soaked depths that I remember Lisa’s name. I fall onto my stomach, hide my face in a pillow and wait for the inevitable guilt to find me. It doesn’t. Instead, she nips at my nape and I curl onto my side, let her be the big spoon and fall asleep clutching her hand over my heart. Both sated and clearly insane.

Soulless Sam

    I’m sitting in the parking lot in my car, just waiting for them to wake up. I knew this would happen, could see the way she wanted him. I’m not angry, not exactly. But something is making my stomach roll. I jacked off sometime after four, scenting the pair panties I’d stolen during her last heat. Knowing she was taking my brother’s cock all the while. Even coming all over her strappy blue lace didn’t help.

    I wasn’t going to get her into bed again. Not now. Now that Dean had stepped in. It wasn’t jealousy, but closer to annoyance. Like he’d touched my things without permission. But I knew she wasn’t mine, not really. Maybe I just have a headache. Sometimes I miss sleep.

    They stagger out at quarter after nine. It must have been a good time, Dean doesn’t usually lie in with a one night stand. But by the sheepish looks on their faces, I know they are hiding something. I remember why Dean went with her in the first place and try to be conversational. “Your leg seems better.”

    She shifts from foot to foot, hand on the back of her neck like she’s holding herself up. “Yeah, not too bad after all, I guess.”

    “Listen, Sam,” Dean tries to steal my attention, but I can hear her heart beating faster by the second. 

    “What’s wrong?” I ask her, sensing her fear, checking for danger.

    “Nothing, really,” Dean answers. “It’s just circumstances have changed. And we didn’t mean for it to happen, but it did and we need you to know---”

    “You guys fucked. What did you think was going to happen when you went to her motel room? Light as a feather, stiff as a board? Dude, it’s fine. She can do what she wants.”

    “She is right here!” She cuts in. “And that’s not what he means.”

    “Oh, you guys are like a thing now?” I look to my brother and he’s rolling his eyes. “Does that mean she’s hunting with us forever?”

    “What?! No! I don’t know!” Dean flipflops.

    “Sam, we’re not just a thing. Dean and I,” she looks at Dean like he’s something amazing. And all I want to do is leave. This is taking forever.

    “I claimed her, Sam. We’re bonded. So, yeah, she’s coming with us. As long as she wants to, I mean,” Dean adds the last bit in a rush.

    “I see.” I’m not supposed to call him an idiot to his face, I’m pretty sure that is not a safe course of action. “Okay. Breakfast?”

    Food is always a good change of topic with Dean. Finally, we leave.

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Chapter 3: Death, Sex, Rebirth

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Best Of Us

Chapter 3: Kim Namjoon

Summary: Being an Omega is hard, it could be so lonely. The hardships that you would sometimes feel seemed to much, always expected of things you could never fully reach. Always seen as a piece of meat to some, seen as weak and stupid. So you worked your ass off to finally work your dream job. And the world all changed when you met one of the bosses. And couldn't help but end up falling.

Paring: Rap Line X Fem!Chubby OmegaReader

Warning: A/O/B!VERS, mentions of sexual harassment, heats, ruts, knotting, breeding, angst, possessive behavior, more warnings will be added as needed.

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“Mom! Stop squishing my cheeks.” You complain, the night sky was peaking through the kitchen curretens, your wet hair falling around your cheeks as your mother cooed to your face. Her eyes close as she made a kissy face at you, making you let out a gasp pushing her away as you two let out giggles. You were lucky to be able to go home on time, your mom picking you up just as Jin left, a small wave towards you had your mother tensing as she looked at you. You Let her know who he was and her chest released a breath as she then teased you about how handsome he was, though her body tensed again when she took a deep breath in. Explaining further what happened she nodded, though still tense with the Alpha scent swirling around the two of you.

But now you’re showered, one of your fathers collage thin long sleeve t shirts, covers your torso, basketball shorts on your legs she was relaxed. She was in almost matching attire, though she was sporting one of his plain black shirts, one he wore all the time, so soft you could almost feel it without even touching. Her hair in a bun make up still on, though her lips stain was smudged on her chin, a red stain mushing with her foundation only a little. Her mascara rubbed under her eye, she always hold such a soft caring character. Though a beta, her mothering sometimes reassembled ones of Omegas, or so you heard.

“But my pup is just so cute.” You felt your cheeks flush at the nickname she teases you with the nickname, the one Yoongi had used when speaking to you. It was odd, unprofessional though it didn’t come from some type of dominant drive plan, no it came from a soft place one of kindness, foundess maybe. It had your heart pounding. The worst part about it, you knew they could hear it, and that your mother right now could somewhat hear the difference.

“Mom, I’m not a pup anymore.” She rolls her eyes, turning back to the steamer to check if the dumplings were done, smiling at the way the steam lifted in the air. The smell of pork and veggies has you stomach crawling, the sound of it gurgling had her laughter fill the small kitchen of your home.

“You may not be a pup, but you still love your mama's cooking like one.” She giggles as you let out a whine from the teasing, your body moving quickly to the table. As you sat she moves and dished some rice, placing it down as she also placed a couple dumplings sitting in her spot as she placed the steamer in front of you. You hand opening the lid, chopstick grabbing the first, shoveling the hot, chewy ball of dough and meat into your mouth. Making you huff out as you do from the heat. “You are gonna burn your mouth, Y/n.” She scolds, a smile on her face as you frown at her, cheeks stuffed as you swallow.

“Can’t help you’re cooking is just so good. It’s unfair women.” You grumble, taking a mouth full of rice as she smiles at you.

“Just eat.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice.” As you eat, the soft silence that surrounds you makes you feel safe and at home. Her occasionally placing a veggie on your rice or guiding them into your mouth, pointing, sliding the glass of water towards you made you feel taken care off. It comforted your tired mind, your omega feeling safe. A purr leaving your chest when she stood up and ran her hand through your hair, gently scratching your scalp. Eyes closing as she smiles, happy she can bring you comfort after a most likely stressful day. Knowing she’d have to do it tomorrow, and the day after that, yet it brought her comfort as well. Knowing she can do what you father once did, even in her own way.

“Tried?” She asks, making you nod, she watches as your chewing slows as her fingers massage your scalp, her smile growing as she stops making you start whining at her. “Oh hush, now did these Alphas treat you okay, you just said you split coffee on yourself, nothing else.

“Very.” One worded response had her huffing, rolling her eyes as she bumps your shoulder with her hip as she picks up the now empty steamer, placing it back on the counter.

“I would like a better response, especially since you showed up in my car with one of their tops on.” You blush, eyes opening as you take a gulp of your water hand gripping the glass tightly as you nod slowly.

“Yeah Mr.Jung offered it to me since my shirt was soaking and I just never got the chance to change back into it after it dried, though the coffee stain did make it hard to want to change back.”

“And not his scent?”

“He’s mated, to Mr. Min and their omega.” Your words had her freeze rinsing the dishes, nodding slowly as you let out a soft hum.

“A trio? Huh I think I did read somewhere that they were one, just didn’t look into it.”

“I had no idea, and I felt stupid.” Your mumbled words head her throwing her head back with a laugh making you pout at her.

“Your stupid? You know who you are, right?” Nodding she looked at you, turning to face you hand resting on her hip making you cross your arms over your belly, sweater paw hands. “You are one of the smartest people I know, that I bet that Bambam and Lisa know. So never doubt yourself, “

“It was just a comment.” You mumbled, looking down at your sock covered feet, she tuts as you look up at her.

“Just a comment? Yeah from you, it was not just a comment. You undermine yourself every day, now go brush your teeth and go to bed. Work never waits for you.”

As you exit the elevator, the sound of your heels clicking against the tile, coffee already in hand. Placing the coffee holder on the desk next to an already wide awake Jin, he smiles at you, you walking towards Yoongi's door. As you did you saw a body leave, though Hoseok's shirt that was hanging in the curve of your arm, seeming to catch the man's eye as he let out a growl. Going up to you, making you shrink back. Though the sweet smell of pears mixing with peaches had your head spinning, and your scent or maybe your movements had the man freezing. He shakes it off, hand reaching front he top as he growls at you.

“Why do you have my mates' shirt?” You stan frozen, lips parted as you let out a whimper, Yoongi's door opening as he let out a whistle catching the man's attention.

“Both of you are in here now.” Following his orders with a nod, the two of you walk in though you make sure the Omega, their third, their mate was first inside, waiting for him to move. As Yoongi sees the pitch black Americano in your hand he gives you a smile and takes it, making the Omega male growl. “Namjoon, knock it off.”

“She had Hoseok's shirt.” Namjoon whines, with a stomp making Yoongi roll his eyes, hand slipping to the back of his neck making Namjoon poute drop into a droopy smile. You awkwardly play with the jacket sleeve having decided to wear a hoodie, your fathers hoodie, instead of a blazer though you were in a black button down and black slacks. Still professional, yet you felt more comfortable. Though right now, you felt the opposite of that. You tried to control your scent, though your distress must’ve captured their attention.

“Y/n don’t worry about my little one over here, he’s just possessive after his..uh heat.” You nod slowly, not really in a position to say that you understand. Cause you didn’t. You understood the heat part, but being possessive of someone , no clue. You had no one. So all you could understand was the pain of being alone, the depression that came after a heat. That's all you know.

“That fine..I guess I understand.” You mumble,  your hand only tightened around your wrist, Namjoons eyes lingering as you play with your jackets.

“Sure you do, I don’t smell alpha on you. See she co-”

“Namjoon, you have no right to get like this. You agreed to her being our intren. So knock it off.”

“Hyu-”

“I’m just gonna go get to wo-”

“You’re working with me today, sit.” You take a breath in, eyes widening as you look to the chair he gestured at. Slowly moving, eyes staying to the ground, knowing the two mates where glaring at one another, you hear the Omega huff

“Then I’m staying.”

“Fine.”

“Fine.” You sat down, just as you watched Namjoon throw himself on an identical couch that was in Hoseok office. In fact the office was pretty much identical though the walls were an off blue grey tone. Your body moved the jacket off, placing it on your lap, wishing your father's scent was still lingering on the fabric. Though very few pieces of fabrics at the home smelt like him, his bedsheets, his mattress, even his pillow. That's pretty much all of it. You left all these objects to your mother. Blinking slowly at the ipad, your ipad sat in front of you on a case, a keyboard connecting as you look to Yoongi.

“So you are gonna go through these complaints on our newest product and find the most common complaints, problems there are.” Nodding you fall into your work mode, hand moving to the keyboard, opening email after email, making a list of every complaint.

Hours passed,your body now almost completely hunched over, eyes dazed as you pull back and let out a yawn. Hand moving to kneaded at the jacket in your lap. Your eyes reading over yet another dramatic complaint  over the price of the product, making you huff. Jin had brought you your coffee once he realized you weren’t coming back, it was snow empty resting behind your ipad, Yoongi's cup was next to it. Namjoon had huffed, and puffed for the first hour, scrolling through his phone but now he was on his own laptop, bobbing his head.

You had finally gotten a good look at him. His hair was an ash blonde, though the roots were dark. His eyes were the lightest brown out of the three, rounded cheeks and board shoulders. He wasn’t what useal male omegas looked like, though he did have features like an omega. His hips were widers, and his thighs thick, but you could tell, even under the large black sweater, he was muscular. Just like his mates. He had even dimples, fucking dimples. When Yoongi had called for him, a smile had blinded you when he skipped to the desk, and sat on top of Yoongi's lap. As if to gloat. But the extra, dramatic smile dropped when he saw how happy you looked at the two.  A small, welcoming smile falling on his lips as he kissed his mate and got back up moving back to the couch.

That was over an hour ago, you were now feeling sitting for four hours straight catching up to you, the back pain that had only started to happen after the accident, was spiking up your back. The muscles around your spine tense, spassuming making you reach back, eyes closing as you massage at the area. A soft grunt passing your lips making Namjoons eyes snap up, Yoongi's eyes trailing over to you as you tried to adjust yourself in your seat. Failing.

“Everything okay Y/n?”  Namjoon asked, headphones sliding down his head, around his neck. You look at him, giving him a slightly painful smile as you nod, then shrug.

“Eh, back is killing me.”

“Period?” He wonders, making you look at him with a head tilt, wondering how a stranger could be so bold. “What I know is female, no matter what sub gender, get them. It is what helps you guys..be..get pregnant. I..sorry if it was too personal.”

“No, just..it wasn’t..just not used to stanger caring.” You mumble eyes drifting back to your emails, silence falling back between the three of you. When you straighten your back, sharp pain makes you stand as you let out a whine. “Fucking hell..sorry.” You whisper, hand falling to your lower back as Yoongi looks at you with wide eyes. Namjoon is already at your side as you look at him, comfort. All you felt was comfort as his hand met your lower back.

“Are you sure it's not your period? I've read that female' omegas hips move up to that age twenty-five. It could be that.” he mumbled making you blush as  you shake your head, taking a deep breath. Feeling comfort at his warm hand against your back.

“Yeah it’s not that..I..I got in a really bad car accident my freshman year of college, been messed up ever since.” Your words caused worry to etch on his face as he looked at you then down to the chair you were in.

“No lumbar support probably doesn’t help any damage that was caused, Yoongi what the heck she's worked for you for two days and you already are causing problems for her.” he mumbles, making your eyes wide as Yoongi let out a growl.

“It’s not like I knew about this, if I did I would’ve gotten things to help her. Can you stop touching her.” His words had Namjoon growling, bringing you closer to his side, making you stumble, his hand working the muscle cramp, made you lean into him. “Now, Namjoon.”

“No. Omegas help, and I rather do this then you or Hoseok, or even Jin. “ His words were filled with growls, hand pressing against your back moving you towards the couch.

“Namjoon.”

“Yoongi.” You look to see your boss now pouting, as the Omega had you sit down on the couch, hand moving against you back as Yoongi sighed. Picking up the jacket from the ground making you stand and growl, rushing to grab it as you let out a whine once you realized what you did.

“Sorry..it’s..it was my dads.” You mumble clutching it to your chest. Yoongi's glare fell at your broken words as you took a breath and looked at him. “I think...I think i’m gonna finish going through the emails out there with Jin.” You mumbled, grabbing you things, quickly scurrying out of the room. You had felt so comfortable, way too comfortable in fact. You had growled at Yoongi, had let Namjoon, a stranger touch your back. His scent now lingering around and on you as you exit. The two watching eyes wide, following after you. Worry etched in their eyes, but also confusion filling them.

Both wondering why they wanted you back, wanting you to be wrapped in their arms, dripping in their scents, your scent of freshly baked cookies mixed with chocolate had their mouths watering. It was driving them insane. Wondering why seeing the tears in your eyes hurt them. 

Yet when their eyes met, it all made sense.

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Kairos

☼ Pairing: Seokjin x reader

☼ Genre: A/B/O dynamics, college au, omega!reader, Alpha!CEO!Seokjin, s2l, fluff, smut, minor angst (they’re idiots)

☼ Count: 25.6K

☼ Warnings: teasing, marking (+ a little blood), unprotected sex (stay safe kids!), knotting, creampie, multiple orgasms, impreg kink, minor dom/sub undertones, oral (f receiving), fingering, pillow humping, dirty talk, praise kink, heat sex, seokjin is a soft alpha

☼ Summary: kairos ��αιρός (greek, n.) - the perfect, delicate, crucial moment; the fleeting rightness of time and place that creates the opportune atmosphere for action, words, or movement

When your financial aid falls through for your last year of school, you fear you’ll have to drop out and postpone your degree. Until Taehyung gives you a suggestion to make a lot of money, quick. His idea can’t possibly end well, can it?

☼ a/n: So, guess who’s not dead? Sorry it took so long to get something new out, life’s been... busy. I’ve got other stuff currently in the works and I hopefully won’t take quite so long to put something else out again. Anyway let me know what you think! My ask box is always open ~ 💙💙💙💙

You stared at the letter from your school, reading it for the fifth time and hoping that maybe, just maybe, the words had rearranged, said something different. Anything else. Changed to say something other than there was a problem with your financial aid. That it fell through and that your tuition, the full semester tuition, would be due in just two weeks when classes started. You felt your throat closing up as tears blurred your vision, panic at what you were supposed to do now clawing at your throat and stealing your voice. Distantly, you heard a door down the hall open. 

Seconds later, arms were wrapped around you, the letter falling from your limp hands to lie on the ground innocently, like that piece of paper didn’t just effectively ruin your life. You’re guided to sit on the couch, where you promptly buried your face in their chest, breathing in the comforting scent of vanilla and alpha. A choked sob leaves you and your hands reach up to clutch at their shirt, desperate for some kind of grounding. A hand rubs soothingly at your back as they murmur soft words to you, words that you can’t make out of the rushing noise in your ears, as they wait for you to calm down. Minutes passed and you take a deep shuddering breath, feeling marginally better despite the fact that you felt like your world was crumbling.

“Think you can talk about it now, babe?” 

You sit up a little, scrubbing your hands over your face before looking up at Lisa’s concerned face. You give a small shrug before looking down at your lap. She rubbed your back again. 

“I can call Jimin over if it’s an omega thing and you don’t want to talk to me about it. I know I don’t always get everything and you know I won’t be offended if you need him instead of me.” She offers, tugging her phone from her pocket.

You shake your head. “It’s not. I-” You paused, swallowing back a fresh wave of tears, trying to ignore the panic that threatens to swallow you. “My financial aid fell through... I- I have to have the whole semester paid in two weeks.” You pause to take a deep breath. “Even the payment plan installments are too big for me to afford.” You look at her with watery eyes. “I can’t finish my last year.”

“Oh, honey.” She frowns, voice sounding as wreck as if this were happening to her and not you and fully wraps her arms around you. “We’ll figure something out, I promise. You’re going to graduate with all of us if it’s the last thing we all do.”

You hiccuped a laugh at her proclamation. “You make it sound like you all are going to war for me.”

You feel her shoulders lift in a shrug. “You know we all would.” She murmurs, pressing a soothing kiss to your temple.

The two of you sit on the couch in silence for a while, Lisa’s alpha presence doing wonders in helping to keep you calm and grounded while you try to think of anything you could possibly do to get the money for school. But you come up horribly empty for anything you could do that would suddenly get you that much money. And as the time crawls by, you feel more and more despondent. 

Your pondering, Lisa called it sulking but you maintain that you were spending the time trying to think and solve this, is interrupted by a knock at your door and you shoot Lisa a look, knowing full well that you should’ve known that she was up to something. She had been far too quiet since she’d gotten you to stop crying. She gives you a wink in response and rises to go open it. Seconds later, you’re enveloped in another hug as your house appears to be invaded by the rest of your friends. You chuckle as Jimin rubs his cheek against yours before he’s sitting and pulling you close with an arm around your waist. He maintains a hand on you even as he turns away to direct someone you can’t see from your position. Your other friends trail in, all leaving comforting touches and the comforting blend of their scents on you before migrating elsewhere.

You see Taehyung and Jennie carrying bags into the kitchen after they pass you, Tae ruffling your hair and Jennie swiping a hand across the back of your neck. Jisoo squeezes your shoulder, not breaking conversation with Lisa as they follow the other two to the kitchen. You turn to Jimin, eyebrow raised.

“Did I forget about plans or something?” You question, given the events earlier, you wouldn’t put it past you to have forgotten plans. It certainly didn’t help that you all collectively invaded each other’s apartments on almost a daily basis.

Jimin shakes his head, giving you a little squeeze and you can tell by the way his eyes flit around your face that his instincts are telling him to comfort, so you reach up and grab his hand, twining your fingers together. “Lisa told us what’s going on. We came to cheer you up.” He grins.

You look from him to the bags that you can just make out on the counter, they look suspiciously full of bottles, and back again. “And you’re going to do that, how?” You ask skeptically.

Jimin winks. “Drinking.”

Hours later finds you splayed out on the floor, pleasantly drunk and your mind is blissfully free of any money worries for the moment. Jungkook and Rose had showed up not too long after the others, promptly joining the festivities as Jimin had enthusiastically poured a few shots down each of their throats. He claimed it was in the name of them catching up to everyone else. You suspect he just wanted someone else to take shots with, since everyone already present had switched to mixed drinks after the first couple of shots much to his disappointment, because you catch him sneaking a shot or two for himself. 

Taehyung flops a hand out, hitting the part of you he can reach which ends up being your shin. You giggle, squirming a little so you can look at him. 

He beams at you as he pushes himself up onto an elbow. He pauses for a moment, blinking a few times like he’s trying to focus on something, which you suspect isn’t far off because the world is probably spinning from how quick he sat up. “I know how you can pay your tuition!”

Jimin shoves him and Taehyung collapses back to the floor with a huff, breaking into drunken giggles for a moment as Jimin hisses out, “I already told you that’s a stupid idea.”

Taehyung sticks his tongue out at him once he’s got his giggles under control, though the grin stays firmly in place. “Let her decide that.” He tilts his head so he can look at you again. “It’s the best idea ever. Trust me.” He pauses for dramatic effect, the room quiet as they wait to hear his grand idea and you can hear Jimin mumble something about Taehyung having a death wish. “You can auction off your first time having a heat partner. Any alpha would kill to be your first knot.” He gestures.

Your cheeks instantly flush. That was quite possibly the last thing you had ever expected to have come out of his mouth as an idea. And you’ve known him for a while and he’s had some weird and creative solutions to things before. “Taehyung! I can’t do that!” You instantly protest.

He pouts, gestures growing more animated as he talks. “Why not? It’s literally the perfect plan. You get paid and you get laid. Win win! You said yourself that your heat’s were starting to get worse and you were thinking about taking a partner this next one. Why not make some alpha shell out the big bucks for the honor of giving you your first knot. Alpha’s love that sort of shit.” He looks over to the couch and Jimin’s comment of death wish is starting to make a lot of sense. “Right, Lisa?”

You turn to look at the girl in question too, stifling a laugh at the thoroughly unimpressed look she’s giving Taehyung. “Yeah, Tae. All us alpha’s love exactly that.” She squints at him like she’s contemplating whether it’s worth it to actually get up and you see the fight leave her as she instead chooses to take another long sip of her drink.

He grins, clearly missing the sarcasm and continues like Lisa proved his entire explanation to be true. “Come on. Just think about it. You get to have some awesome sex and you get to finish school.”

“She’s not a prostitute, Taehyung.” Jennie cuts in gently. 

“What?” His face scrunches in confusion, like he’s not talking about you selling yourself for money too. “I’m not saying that. Also there’s nothing wrong with sex work. Y/N would just be using what she’s got to her advantage!”

You wave your hand to stop Jennie’s retort, knowing that if you don’t stop this then the claws will come out. You understand her point and you know, as does Taehyung if he weren’t so drunk, that Jennie’s words just aren’t coming out the way she intends them to and you know both are too drunk to understand what the other is saying right now. “Jennie it’s fine. I didn’t think that’s quite what he meant. And Tae, I’m not going to sell myself just so I can finish school.”

Taehyung pouts, arms dropping dejectedly to the floor with a muffled thump. “I’m just saying, it’s an option. You should be open to all options.”

Taehyung lets it drop after that and Jungkook brings out Mario Kart to distract from the suddenly tense atmosphere. You mouth a ‘thank you’ to him and he gives you a sleepy smile. He helps get the game set up before he’s shifting over to you and laying with his head on your thigh. You thread your fingers through his hair, watching as everyone around you suddenly becomes much more animated as their competitiveness is magnified by their drunkenness and you bask in the warmth and love from your friends.

You wake up the next morning with a slight headache and your throat so dry it feels like you swallowed sand. You groan and bury yourself back into your covers, hoping that maybe if you don’t move that you’ll magically feel better. Someone shifts next to you and you instinctively shift closer to the warmth, humming contentedly when Jimin’s bright citrusy scent washes over you beneath the covers. Jimin’s arm wraps around you immediately as you snuggle into his chest, eyes slipping closed again as you think back to your friends suggestions from the night before, knowing you’re going to have to decide on one of them, or maybe all of them since you need so much money. Taehyung’s idea is the first thing that comes to mind and while you try to ignore it in favor of thinking of other ideas, it keeps coming back. You know it’s a bad idea, you know your friends would never fully approve, you’re still slightly unsure how to feel about the idea of doing something like selling sex to a stranger and the possible problems that might arise from that. Instead you purse your lips, shifting even closer to Jimin. 

“Jimin?” You whisper, hoping it’s loud enough to wake him up. He hums in response, rubbing his face into your pillow, but otherwise makes no indication that he’s awake. You giggle at how adorable it is. “Jimin.”

His eye cracks open, squinting at you. “What?” His voice is raspy and his arm tightens around you. 

Your arms come up, hands fidgeting nervously with his shirt as your eyes slip down because you don’t think you can ask this and look him in the eye. “Do you think I could really make enough money selling off the opportunity for someone to be my first knot?”

You feel Jimin tense beneath your hands and you refuse to look up. You don’t know what you’ll see, but you know you wouldn’t be able to handle whatever look it is, you’re in a much to precariously emotional place right now. 

“Y/N, please don’t tell me you’re actually considering Taehyung’s harebrained scheme to make money, are you?”

You swallow. You don’t want to admit that his idea seems like the best way to make the most money quickly. That you think it might be your only chance to pay for school. That a little part of you maybe likes the idea of a bunch of alpha’s fighting for you with their money. 

Jimin tilts your chin up gently, forcing you to look at him. He studies your face for a moment before he sighs. “You’ve already decided.”

Your cheeks flush but you shoot him an indignant look. “I have not! I wanted your opinion. You’re the only other omega I know well. Tae’s just a beta, he doesn’t really fully understand a heat, no matter how much he helps you out.”

Jimin hugs you close, stroking your hair and you feel yourself deflate a little. “I think that, whatever you decide is the right choice and I will be behind you 100%. I think the concept is dumb, but the idea of alpha’s fighting for you is actually pretty amusing.” He pauses before continuing, pressing his grin to your forehead. “Okay, no I’ve changed my mind. Please do this. I want to see those dumb brutes throw their money at you for something as silly as being your first heat partner when you were thinking about giving it to some alpha on campus for free.” He pulls back and his grin is full of mischief. “Take em for all they’re worth.”

You snort at that. “I don’t think anyone will pay that much for it. Hopefully it’s just enough to help with school.”

And so that’s how you find yourself sat at your laptop, Jimin practically glued to your side as you work to create a website for this. Jimin tries to be helpful, but you both are lacking in the skill department for building something quite like this. After a half hour of struggling, Jimin smacks your arm. 

You rub the spot as you glare at him. “Um, ow? What was that for?”

“We’re so dumb.” He rolls his eyes and pulls his phone out. “Why are we not calling Rose to come help with this? You know, since she’s a computer science major and this is literally what she’s good at.”

You blink at him, a little dumbfounded. You really should have thought of that in the first place before deciding you were fully capable to build a website this complicated. You pause though, fear of her judgement when she finds out what the site is for creeping up. Jimin must see the hesitation on your face because his expression softens and he sets his phone on the coffee table.

“We don’t have to. I’m sure with enough time… and googling, we can figure it out. But you know Rose loves you and wouldn’t judge you. Besides, I’m fairly certain that out of all of us, and after Taehyung, she’d be the most likely to start up a job as a camgirl. Easy money and it’s fun and you get men groveling at your feet? Sign her up.” He laughs.

You chew your lip thoughtfully, Jimin makes a good point and so you nod your assent. He beams, retrieving his phone and tapping away at the screen. Rose shows up 20 minutes later, glancing from Jimin to you then back to give him a thoroughly unimpressed look.

“You said this was an emergency?”

He nods, ushering her to the couch where your laptop resides on the table. “It is an emergency. We desperatly need your help getting money from dumb alphas.” He grins.

She raises an eyebrow before turning to you. “Can you please make sense?”

You laugh, fidgeting as you explain what you want to do and that you don’t know how to do that, but you were hoping that she does and would be willing to help. She looks pensive for a moment and the longer she remains silent, the more you begin to worry that this was the wrong thing to do. But before your thoughts can get too far, she’s reaching out to pluck your laptop off the table, settling it into her lap as she begins to pepper you and Jimin with questions about how you want the sight to look and function. You and Jimin sit on either side of her, watching with wide eyes as your website begins to take shape under her dexterous fingers. 

Four hours later, Rose sets your laptop back onto the coffee table after shifting some of the takeout boxes out of the way. She gestures to the screen grandly.

“You tuition ticket, my lady.” She grins then glances at her watch. “Oh, I gotta go, I had plans with Jisoo tonight.” She gives you a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. “I love you and everything will work out. But text me if you need any help with the website.” She instructs as she rises and leaves. 

Your nerves start to creep in as you stare at the screen, wondering if this will even work or if you’re just giving yourself false hope, this could all blow up in your face or you could get no one to bid. And suddenly this all seems like a really bad idea, the fear of rejection suddenly much worse. Jimin seems to sense your thoughts and wraps his arms around your middle, chin resting on your shoulder. 

“You got this babe. It looks perfect.”

“Are you sure? Should I change the wording? Or maybe add different pictures?” You fidget and Jimin grabs your hands, giving them a gentle squeeze. 

“Nope. It looks great. The pictures are great, not surprising since they’re ones that Tae took.” He takes your hand, moving the mouse to the button that makes the website live. He holds your finger above the button. “Ready?”

You squeeze your eyes closed and nod and Jimin presses your finger to the button. You release a breath, peeking an eye open to see that nothing’s changed on the page. You frown and Jimin laughs.

“You gotta give it some time. It just went live. Don’t worry. The bids’ll start rolling in soon.” He pulls away slightly, closing your laptop. “Now, let’s go get changed cause I require coffee and you need to get away from your computer otherwise you’ll stare obsessively at it and call it a failure before it’s even had a chance to get started.”

You’re awoken the next day by a loud crash from the living room. You groan and push yourself up, debating if it’s really worth it. You decide it’s probably best to go and check it out in the event that it’s something bad, so you shuffle out of your room and down the hall to see what’s going on. You were expecting something broken, maybe the ceiling caved in or a pipe burst, what you don’t expect is to see a fuming Lisa being held back by Jimin and Taehyung cowering behind the couch. He perks up when he catches sight of you before quickly cowering again when Lisa lets out a growl and you wince because it sets your own instincts on edge and it’s not even being directed at you. You can’t imagine how it’s making Taehyung feel with him getting the full force of it and you want to go comfort him as he lets out a low whine. Before you can even speak, let alone move, Lisa speaks. 

“I can’t believe you put such a stupid idea in her head! That is so incredibly dangerous! Do you know what kind of danger you’ve put her in! What the fuck is wrong with you!” She snarls, seeming to have not noticed that you’ve entered the room with how angry she is. 

Jimin rubs her arms soothingly, trying his best to calm the raging alpha. “Lisa, calm down please. Taehyung didn’t force her to do anything.”

Her furious gaze snaps to Jimin and he immediately shrinks at the look. You clear your throat and Lisa looks up, seemingly surprised to see you. Her body goes lax and Jimin tentatively releases her, hands hovering for a moment to test if she’s going to do anything before he’s hurrying around the couch to comfort Taehyung. 

You cross your arms as you stare her down, everything in you telling you to do the opposite, that you want to stop her anger, not make it worse. “Jimin’s right. Taehyung didn’t force me to do anything. And do you really think I wouldn’t check out whoever wins before letting them near me when I’m most vulnerable? I thought you trusted my judgement more than that.” You approach Lisa, taking Jimin’s place and rubbing her arms. “You know I would make a plan. You know I wouldn’t let just anyone get me alone. Don’t blame Taehyung for what I chose to do.” You pause, frowning because you realize you hadn’t even told Lisa about the auction yet. “Wait, how’d you even know I went through with it?”

Her gaze shifts behind you and you follow it to see Taehyung giving you a sheepish grin. “I may have forgotten that Lisa was going to be home this morning and came over to tell you about your bids.” When you raise an eyebrow, he runs a hand through his hair. “I may have yelled the highest bid when I opened the door. And Lisa may have been in the kitchen and heard. And that’s not really something that can be easily explained any other way, so she pretty much knew instantly what I was talking about.”

You bury your face in your hands, embarrassment licking at your face. Leave it to that idiot to tell Lisa in the most inopportune time and way possible. You’d had a whole plan on how to break the news to her gently and in a way that wouldn’t involve Taehyung’s possible murder, you really didn’t want to become an accomplice to that. When you look back up at Taehyung though, he’s grinning at you.

“Your highest bid is $13,000, by the way.”

Your jaw drops and you stare at him before your turning away to go grab your laptop. There’s no way what Taeyhung said was true, this has to be some sort of joke. Pulling up the site, you’re stunned to see that Taehyung’s right. Your current highest bid is sitting at just over 13K. You chew your lip, you can’t believe Taehyung’s dumb idea is actually working. You’d had some doubts, but even when you imagined this working, you never thought it’d work to this extent. Hope bubbles in you as you let out a slightly hysterical laugh as you think about how you might actually get to finish school. 

“You’ve got to hear this.” Seokjin looks up from the files on his desk as Hoseok pushes into his office, followed closely by Namjoon and Yoongi. He’d be irritated if he hadn’t been distracted anyway, something about this day just feeling off, so their intrusion makes for a welcome break. Hoseok flops onto the couch, reading over something on his tablet as the other two take a seat in the adjacent chairs. 

Seokjin waits for Hoseok to elaborate and when he doesn’t he rolls his eyes. “Are you going to tell me or do I need to read your mind?”

Hoseok glares at him before he looks pointedly at the other seat in the little seating area in the office. Seokjin rolls his eyes again before pushing himself up and going to join the others. Once he’s settled, Hoseok finally speaks. 

“So there’s this omega that’s selling her virginity to the highest bidder.” He states, flipping his tablet around to show the article to the others and scrolling to show a picture of the omega in question. 

Yoongi snorts. “She’s pretty, but that’s such a stupid thing to do. Virginity isn’t even real.”

Hoseok shrugs. “Maybe so. But apparently some people think it is. Because her current highest bidder is willing to pay $95,000 to fuck her during her heat.”

All three of them raise their eyebrows in surprise as Hoseok gives the number. 

“No way. You’re making shit up.” Namjoon laughs and Seokjin has to agree, this sounds way too crazy to be a real thing.

Hoseok shakes his head, quickly switching tabs to the omega’s webpage where the current highest bidder is displayed, along with some photos and a little blurb about her and what she’s doing. Seokjin grabs the tablet, reading over the page. 

Hello! My name is Y/N! I’m about to be a senior in college. Well I hopefully will be once I have the money, which is where this page, and one lucky helpful alpha, comes in. I’m an omega and I’ve never taken a heat partner or a knot before. So I’ve decided to auction off the opportunity to be my first in order to help me pay for my last year of school! Even if you can’t or don’t want to bid, thank you just for checking out the page :)

“I’ll give her, she’s brave.” And cute, Seokjin thinks as he hands the tablet back to Hoseok.

Yoongi rolls his eyes with a snort. “Alpha’s are stupid.”

The others all laugh. “Yoongi, you’re an alpha.” Namjoon points out.

Yoongi throws his hands up. “Exactly! I’m dumb as fuck! So is Seokjin. And Hoseok. Namjoon is only half dumb, his genius helps balance out his alpha dumbness. Alpha’s are a stupid breed and I honestly don’t know how we manage to not only survive but somehow be considered the top dogs.”

“I take offense to calling me dumb. If it weren’t for me then you assholes wouldn’t have jobs.” Seokjin glares half heartedly at Yoongi. 

“If it weren’t for your dad, then you wouldn’t have a job either dickhead.” Hoseok snarks.

Namjoon claps to get everyone’s attention. “Okay, enough talk about statuses. We do have actual business to discuss.” He pulls out a few sheets of paper and a notebook out of his bag, spreading them out on the coffee table.

A few days later, Seokjin is waiting in line to order a coffee. This entire week has been weirdly off and Seokjin is about at his wits end with life, most recently his usual, and favorite coffee shop is closed for the foreseeable future due to some piping issues that they’re taking the opportunity to use to renovate. So he’d had to find a new one on the way to work, which is why he stands here now, surrounded by college students because he forgot that his route to work went by one of the nearby universities. 

He debates leaving and just going to the Starbucks in the lobby of his building when a girl at the other end of the counter catches his attention. He observes her for a moment, eyes dragging along her frame, trying to place why she looks so familiar. Then it hits him and he quickly looks away, cheeks heating up. Because that’s Y/N, the omega who’s selling off her virginity to the highest bidder. Hoseok has been keeping them all up to date on how it was going, his last update yesterday before he left Seokjin’s place where they’d all been hanging out. Your virginity was currently going for $166,000. 

Seokjin sneaks another peek at you as you wait for your order, tapping away at your phone screen and headphones firmly in place to block out the chatter around you. He decides that those photos don’t do you justice, you’re far more gorgeous in person and Seokjin has to force himself to turn away or else get caught being a creeper and staring. A drink is slid in front of you and Seokjin catches your smile to the barista before your turning and heading out the door. You breeze past him and your scent invades his senses, it’s warm and spicy, it reminds him of his grandma’s baking at Christmas and he could just sink into it’s comfort. He has to fight the urge to follow after you and scent you. 

He flushes darker as he jerks back to the line, wondering just where that urge had come from, he’s never had that type of visceral reaction to catching a whiff of anyone. It’s so out of the blue for him that it leaves him reeling a little bit. He tries to shake himself out of it, mechanically ordering his drink and moving to the end of the counter where he can still catch bits of it. When he gets his coffee, he leaves quickly, taking a deep breath of fresh air once he gets outside, trying to rid himself of your lingering scent. 

He gets to the office and work quickly distracts him from all thoughts of wanting to bury himself in your intoxicating smell and any interest he may have gained in you. That is until lunch time comes and Hoseok strolls in with his “omega update” as he’s come to call it. Seokjin is quick to correct him today that you have a name and he tries not to think about why he suddenly felt the need to point that out. 

Hoseok blinks at him in surprise. “Okay, here’s the update on Y/N. With just a couple hours left, the highest bid sits at $343,000.” Hoseok turns and leaves abruptly, apparently not in the mood to deal with Seokjin and muttering something about him being a moody alpha today and not wanting to stick around.

Seokjin would normally snap back at a snide comment about him being moody but all he can focus on is you and whoever is the highest bidder, suddenly all he can think about is someone spending your heat with you, someone that’s not him. Before he even realizes what he’s doing, he’s pulled up your website and is staring at the bid button. It taunts him, whispers to him that the unsettled feeling in the pit of his stomach would go away if he just hit it. He swallows and shakes his head, he’s being ridiculous. He’s about to close the tab back out when the highest bid goes up and Seokjin’s skin crawls at the thought of whatever alpha just bid touching you. 

Then before he can overthink it, he’s hitting the bid button himself, quickly adding his information and what his bid is. A little banner congratulates him on becoming the highest bidder and Seokjin sits there feeling smug and satisfied. He nods to himself, pride and happiness oozing from him as he stands to go get lunch, deciding that he’ll apologize to Hoseok and treat him to his favorite as apology for getting snappy with him.

Seokjin has a full schedule of meetings after lunch and being in his element like this, he forgets that the auction ends soon. He only remembers when he’s sat at his desk going through his meeting notes and happens to catch his computer screen out of the corner of his eye, still open to your page. Thoughts of you flit through his mind again and he takes a moment to look over the page. Strictly out of curiosity he tells himself, he’s just curious at all. He freezes, realizing that there’s only 10 minutes left of the auction and he’s no longer the highest bidder. He apparently hasn’t been for a while because the bids have grown by almost $100,000 since he left. 

He panics and watches as another bid comes in and the timer continues to slowly tick down. His thoughts jumbled and his instincts screaming at him to do something, anything to get rid of the possibility of another alpha touching you. He sits frozen for another few seconds before he’s jerking into action and doing the only thing he can think of that makes sense, bidding high enough that no one else can outbid him. He frantically types his bid in, watching the timer until it’s close enough to the end before hitting the button. 

The congratulations banner pops up again and then a few seconds later another banner pops up announcing that the auction is closed and announces that Seokjin’s bid is the winner. Seokjin feels immensely proud of himself for winning, relief washing through him at the knowledge that no other alpha was going to touch you. That is, until the reality of how much money he just bid finally hits him. He stares at his screen, trying to wrap his mind around the fact that he just spent $750,000 on an omega and he can’t think of a single rational reason as to why the fuck he did that. He feels slightly panicked, but at the same time relieved.

His phone rings some time later, knocking him out of his black staring at his screen and the mocking little ‘congratulations’ banner and he blindly reaches out to answer it.

“Hello Mr. Kim! This is Jaehee from your finance advising office. We wanted to verify if this was indeed you trying to send this money since it’s a very large amount.”

Seokjin shakes his head to clear the daze he’s been in. “What’s the amount?”

“$750,000, sir.”

“And what’s the name of the account holder it’s going to?”

There’s the sound of typing for a moment before she responds. “It appears to be going to a Ms. Y/L/N Y/N. Is this an authorized transfer, sir?”

Seokjin swallows. He could say no, there must have been a mistake somewhere, could fix his impulsive decision so easily. His eyes flick back to the screen and he sees the little blurb you’d written explaining why you were even doing this, your smiling face next to it. “Yes, it’s authorized. Send it.”

“Right away sir. Have a good afternoon.” 

With that she hangs up and Seokjin sets the phone back down, still stunned that he’d really done this. He could’ve stopped this, but for some reason it made him feel worse, thoughts of your disappointment when the money didn’t come. He kind of wants to slap himself, Yoongi was right, alpha’s are fucking stupid. Seokjin is contemplating how he can avoid this getting out to the others, because if Hoseok finds out he not only bid but that he won, and that he won with such a high bid, he’ll never hear the end of it. His computer pings with a new email and he idly checks who sent it when your last name catches his attention and he’s trying to open the email as quickly as possible. 

Good afternoon Mr. Kim! This is Y/N. Congratulations on winning the auction and thank you for the very generous bid! I was writing to see when you wanted to meet before my heat to work out the details of how that’ll be spent. My heat is in about a month, but classes start next week so my schedule is going to be a little hectic. I’ve attached my schedule and highlighted some of the best times for me to meet up. Our first meeting will also be supervised by my roommate, who’s also an alpha. She’s very protective and there was no way to talk her out of coming with to verify that you’re not a threat (I’m honestly really sorry she would’ve followed me even if I’d said no so this was the easier way). Anyway, I hope to hear back from you soon! I can’t thank you enough for this.

♥ Y/N

Seokjin can’t help the goofy grin that spreads across his face as he rereads your email. You sound so adorable and he’s already scanning over your schedule to see when he can talk to you in person. He feels skeptical about another alpha coming to the meeting, especially one that is protective of you, but he decides it’s worth it to see you again. It can’t be all that bad.

You’re positive that you’re seeing the computer wrong. There’s no way that number is correct. You rub your eyes as an extra measure, still trying to wrap your head around the number sitting on screen. You refresh your bank page, but the amount now sitting in your account reflects the highest bid. And you’re floored that some alpha seriously just paid you $750,000 to spend your heat with you. You’re honestly surprised that not only Taehyung’s plan work actually worked, but that it worked in such an over the top away.

You hear the others in the living room and you know they’re waiting to find out what the highest bid was. You’d made them swear not to check the website after that first day and so far they’ve all listened to you. But you’re sure that if you take much longer to go out there and tell them the results that they’ll just go check themselves. 

You switch tabs to the bidders information, getting his email and typing up a quick message, try to sound calm and collected and not like you’re literally 2 seconds away from crying from pure joy, and sending it off to him. You double check that you have his name right, because you know your friends will ask when you tell them the amount. With that, you gather your laptop and make your way out to the living room. Taehyung, Jimin, Lisa, and Rose are sitting around talking, stopping the second you enter and you shift awkwardly.

“Okay, so that’s not creepy. Why are you guys making this weird?” You whine. 

Rose snorts. “You just sold off your heat and you wouldn’t let us stay updated on the amount. We want to know. Spill.”

You make a face before stepping up to the coffee table. You set your laptop down, making sure your bank account page is up, then you flip it around so they all can see the screen, which they quickly crowd around to get a look at. There’s a chorus of gasps and then Taehyung is launching himself over the table to tackle you into a hug.

“Holy shit! I told you! Look at you! You’re the rich friend now! You can treat us to dinner!”

You snort and shove his face away from you. “Did you suggest this just so you could get free food out of it?”

Taehyung looks offended. “No! I wanted you to get enough so you can finish the degree you’ve been working so hard for. I didn’t anticipate that amount.”

“So who’s the lucky alpha?” Jimin pipes up, still staring at the screen with wondrous eyes. 

“Um, his name is Kim Seokjin?”

Rose stares at you with wide eyes. “Kim Seokjin?” She repeats and when you nod, she tugs your laptop to her and types something in before turning the screen back towards you. “This Kim Seokjin?”

You blink at the search she’s showing you. The man is gorgeous and if it’s the same Kim Seokjin as the one who bid then you can’t say you’d mind spending your heat with him, he’s certainly a far cry from the creepy old man you had been picturing as being your fate. Jimin is quick to join the two of you on the floor as you all stare at the man on the screen. Taehyung must agree with you because he lets out a whistle as he looks through the photos on screen. 

You shrug. “I’m not sure. I mean, the bidding didn’t get a picture. It was just a name and email and the banking info.” You glance over some of the text on the page. “But I think the company they mention is what his email address used. He must work pretty high up to afford that high of a bid.”

“Um, he owns the company.” Jimin adds, pointing to a line you’d skipped over when reading. He reads and then points to something else. “Aaaaaand his dad apparently owns a whole bunch more. Holy shit, you got yourself a rich rich boy.”

You glance over to Lisa sitting with her arms crossed. When she notices you looking at her, she speaks. “That just means I’m definitely coming with. Those rich CEO boys are always so entitled. He’s got another thing coming.”

You laugh. “Yes, Lisa. I know. I already emailed him and informed him that my very protective alpha roommate would be attending our meeting and that the point was not negotiable.”

She nods her approval then her face softens. “I’m glad you get to finish school now.” Then she smirks. “Taehyung is right though. You’re definitely treating us to dinner. I’ll go call the others.”

She stands, walking away as you protest being made to pay for dinner as the others laugh, you protests falling on deaf ears. 

That night you’re crawling into bed when your phone pings and you grab it from your night stand to see who’s messaging you. A little smile pulls at your lips when you see that Seokjin has responded already. Eager, you muse with a giggle. You settle back against the mattress, opening the email to see what he’s said. 

Hello Y/N. How about we meet tomorrow for lunch? I know a great little cafe we can go to. My treat of course. And I can pay for your friend as well. I’m completely okay with her coming along, I understand the risks you’re going through to do something like this and as an alpha myself, I get where her worry is coming from, so she’s more than welcome to come along. If tomorrow doesn’t work just let me know when you’d like to meet. I look forward to our meeting. And please, just Seokjin is fine. 

You bite your lip, a little thrilled that he seems even more eager to meet you already. You really hope Rose was right about which Kim Seokjin this was. You type out a quick response letting him know that tomorrow works fine and to let you know where the cafe is. Then you text Lisa to let her know that you’ll be meeting Seokjin tomorrow and that he’s even offered to pay for her lunch as well. 

With that, you snuggle under your covers. You lay there, thoughts drifting to how tomorrow might go and you let yourself drift off thinking about plush lips and broad shoulders. 

Lisa’s sat on your bed as you fuss with your outfit, rolling her eyes when she gets fed up with you smoothing out your shirt for the 20th time in 5 minutes. “We’re going to be late at this rate.”

You shoot her a glare before nervously checking your phone for the time, worried that you’ve been too preoccupied to keep to the scheduled time you needed to leave, breathing a little sigh of relief when you see you still have plenty of time. You make a face at Lisa for making you worry and go back to making sure your outfit looked okay. You still are unsure if this isn’t nice enough, the lowcut sweater and jeans are by no means fancy but it’s one of your nicer outfits. You’d looked up the restaurant that Seokjin had sent you and it seemed to be just a casual place, so you assumed this would be fine. You wonder if Seokjin is going to be wearing a suit since he’s coming from work and you decide that maybe you should change so you look more put together.

You move back to your closet, looking through the options. “I want to look nice. What’s wrong with that?”

Lisa smirks a little, standing and walking over to halt your nervous sifting through your closet. “Does this have anything to do with the fact that you might be meeting a certain Mr. Kim Seokjin of BigHit?”

You flush and swat at her hands, turning back to your clothes with the intention of finding something to change into. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I would want to look nice for any alpha who won.” You pout. 

Lisa hums, looking thoroughly unconvinced which makes you pout more. She once again takes your hands, this time using the grip to pull you back in front of the mirror. She leaves you there for a moment to grab a necklace off your dresser before she back behind you to help put it on, not so subtly scenting you as she does so. She gives your shoulders a squeeze when she finished, meeting your gaze in the mirror.

“You look amazing, babe. You’re gonna knock him dead.” She winks. 

You frown, looking over yourself in the mirror. The necklace Lisa chose sits nicely just above your cleavage, naturally drawing anyone’s eyes down and you’d usually sing her praises for helping you tease a guy, except you know she’s still on edge about this, even with her support and joking. Finally you nod, knowing that no matter her reservations, Lisa wouldn’t let you go looking anything less that stunning and you gather up your bag and phone. 

You grin at Lisa. “Let’s go.”

You enter the cafe, glancing nervously around. You realize you hadn’t made a way for you to identify him from the crowd in the event that it wasn’t the Seokjin you thought, hoped, it was. You chew your lip, suddenly feeling even more nervous before you notice a figure nearby stand and turn to you with a bright smile. Your first thought is that he is breathtaking and this must be some kind of bet that he lost cause there’s no feasible reason for this gorgeous alpha to pay such a crazy amount of money just to sleep with you. Then he’s stepping toward you and Lisa and the overwhelming scent of him washes over you and you fight down the whine that threatens to spill. He smells of woodsmoke and comfort and a part of you wants to burrow into it and never leave. It reminds you of campfires with your friends, talking late into the night under the stars and the feeling of home that it reminds you of. 

“Ah, Y/N!” He greets, smile widening as he holds his hand out to you and you meekly take it, still reeling from the effects of his scent, eyes widening in surprise when instead of shaking your hand, he raises it to his lips to brush a soft kiss to your knuckles. “Kim Seokjin. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He turns to Lisa, who you note also looks a little blindsided and you tuck that information away to tease her about later. “And you must be the alpha roommate and friend, it’s a pleasure to meet you as well…”

He trails off, waiting expectantly for one of you to fill in her name. Lisa recovers first, crossing her arms and letting a little of the alpha power roll off her. “Lisa.” 

Seokjin nods his head in a little bow. “Lisa. Pleasure.” He gestures to the table he’d stood from. “I have a table for us. I figured we could eat and get to know each other a little bit first before we get to the…” He flounders for a second, brows creasing. “Other business.”

He leads you both to the table, pulling the chair next to his out for you but before you can sit, Lisa is sliding into it, shooting Seokjin a look as he quickly school’s the surprise from his face. You’d yell at her for being rude, but save it until the two of you can be alone. Seokjin though, just gives her a smile then moves to the other chair to pull it out for you. You wait a second, half expecting Lisa to switch chairs just to keep you from sitting down and talking to Seokjin and have to fight back the laugh at her switching chairs constantly just to keep Seokjin on his feet and working for this. When she seems content with just being a physical barrier between the two of you, you sit, smiling your thanks to Seokjin as he slides back into his seat. 

The table is silent for a few minutes from a mix of nerves and you all looking over the menu. Well, you and Lisa are looking over the menu, when you sneak a peek at Seokjin, you find him already looking at you, menu untouched in front of him. You flush, eyes darting back to the menu, trying to focus on finding something that you think you could eat with the butterflies currently sitting in your stomach. 

The waiter comes by soon after and you all order. Silence hangs over the table after the waiter leaves, no one knowing what to talk about. You’re busy sorting through your own thoughts for something suitable to say when Lisa speaks up.

“What are your intentions with Y/N?” 

You gasp, smacking her arm. “Lisa! You can’t just ask that!”

She gives you a flat look and you feel a bit like a child being chastised. “Why not? He paid that much for something. Why beat around the bush?” She turns back to Seokjin, eyebrow arched as she waits for him to respond. 

Seokjin takes the question in stride, looking very unruffled and even like he expected it, which given your warning, perhaps he was expecting this. He clears his throat, shifting in his chair before addressing you both. “Well, there’s obviously what the original deal was.” Lisa tenses up, about to respond when Seokjin holds a hand up so he can continue. “But, while I feel like the concept of virginity is… well we’ll just say not very great. I don’t think your first experience should be with a stranger during your heat. So I’m willing to change the deal.”

You glance at Lisa and she looks surprised and you cover your mouth to smother a giggle. Seokjin notices and shoots you a questioning look. Lisa looks back at you and you can hear the unasked question in her eyes. You chew your lip, deciding that Seokjin seems like he might take the truth the best. At least you hope he will, maybe he’ll even still be willing afterward. 

You straighten your back. “So… In all honesty…” You glance down at your hands, taking a deep breath before continuing. “The media reported everything wrong, they got a little carried away, you know how embellished stuff can get when it starts getting passed around like that. My site only said that I’ve never had a heat partner or taken a knot. Everyone just assumed I was a virgin. I’m not, I’ve had sex outside of my heats.”

Lisa’s hand reaches over and she gives your arm a reassuring squeeze, knowing how nervous you were to reveal that. As the seconds tick past, your anxiety kicks up even more and you finally glance up to gauge Seokjin’s reaction to the news. His face is blank, staring at a spot just over your shoulder. The longer he stays silent the more the atmosphere feels like it’s suffocating you. You’re just about to tell Seokjin that you’ll give him his money back because this wasn’t what he was expecting to get but Seokjin’s sudden snort keeps your mouth shut. His hand covers his mouth and you watch as he starts full out laughing. You look to Lisa for help, but she looks just as perplexed by this response as you. 

His laughter finally dies down and he wipes the tears from his eyes as he tries to catch his breath. You clear your throat and Seokjin looks up at you, giving you a smile. “That’s actually incredibly hilarious. I love it. My god, you played the system like a fiddle.”

You open your mouth to say something, but you don’t even have the faintest idea what you should say. 

“My earlier point still stands. We don’t have to go through with this. And you can keep the money.”

“You’d let her keep that much money for nothing in exchange?” Lisa sounds about as incredulous as you feel. Why on earth would he let you keep nearly a million dollars without even getting what he paid for. You suddenly feel self-conscious, wondering if you weren’t living up to whatever expectionations he’d had and he doesn’t want to sleep with you now.

Seokjin shrugs, but doesn’t offer any explanation that particularly helps to calm your spiraling thoughts. “Well, I’d hope we could at least continue talking. But for the laughs alone, you deserve to keep the money. I want you to finish your degree.”

Your food’s arrival interrupts further conversation and you take the small repreve in conversation to mull over your options. You never expected Seokjin to let you keep the money while not spending your heat with you. You assumed he’d want something more for how much he paid. Something more than apparently just friendship. You notice Lisa has finished her food quicker than usual and that she’s now standing. You frown in confusion, about to ask what she’s doing when she addresses you both. 

“I believe I’ve seen enough.” Dread settles in your stomach before she turns to you with a small smile. “He seems like an okay guy. I trust him.” She turns to Seokjin, delivering one final glare along with a threat. “Don’t fuck this up, I will not hesitate to kill you if you hurt her in any way.”

And with that she’s turning and leaving the restaurant. You watch her go, you hadn’t expected her to even approve of Seokjin, let alone leave and give you time to talk to him alone. You face Seokjin again and he’s glowing as he smiles at you.

“I have to say, that was a little unexpected. Not that she doesn’t seem like a lovely person, but I can’t deny that it’s a very big relief to be able to talk to you without fear that she’s about to rip my dick off.”

You giggle. “I don’t think she’d have gone that far. Especially considering I currently have a vested interest in that particular body part.” You wink at him, delighting in the flush that colors his cheeks. “And I’ve been thinking. I’m okay with spending my heat with you, if you want. I’ll leave the decision to you since you seem to be more unsure.” You purse your lips, looking off in thought, hoping you come off as much more collected that how your mind feels. “If not, I’ll probably just find an alpha from school. I know a couple that have expressed interest in the past.”

The growl from the other side of the table surprises you and you blink at Seokjin with wide eyes just in time to see his eyes flash red. Your breath catches and you stop yourself just before you can tilt your head to expose your neck to him. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath and you wonder what caused that kind of reaction. 

When his eyes open again, he looks much calmer. “No, I don’t think that’s necessary. I’ll help you with your heat. You said it’s in a few weeks?”

A thrill runs down your spin when he agrees and you have to school your face to not appear as eager as you feel. You give a little nod. “Yeah. I can send you the exact date it should be.”

Seokjin thinks for a moment before pulling his phone from his pocket and sliding it across the table to you, a new contact screen shining up at you. “Here, give me your number. It’ll be easier to get a hold of me.” He pauses before adding. “In case your heat comes early.”

You nod shyly, inputting your information and sending yourself a text so you have his number too. You slide his phone back across to him and he gives a pleased rumble as he slides it back into his pocket. The two of you talk a little while longer before Seokjin seems to realize how long you’ve been here and apologizes, letting you know that he has a meeting he has to get too. He walks you to your car, looking unsure for a moment.

“Can I give you a hug?” He asks with uncertainty. 

You laugh and open your arms and Seokjin immediately envelopes you in a tight embrace. You don’t miss the way that his cheek drags across your hair and you stifle the laugh at his very unsubtle scenting. You can’t help yourself when you bury your face in his chest, deciding that if he can do it then so can you, feeling a little bit of pride when you finally step back and see the slightly dazed look in his eyes. 

You spend the rest of the night trying to dodge your friends’ teasing after they catch the whiff of Seokjin on you. Teasing you even more when you reveal that you’ll be spending your heat with him. You ignore them, spending most of the night staring at his contact number in your phone and feeling the anticipation building in your gut. You wonder if you’re allowed to text him now or if he only gave you his number in the event that your heat started early, which you give him is a lot more forethought about this than you had. You want to talk more with him, the conversation you’d had with him after Lisa left had been fun and you were eager to continue. Something about him put you at ease, despite never having met him before.

Your worries about texting him turn out not to matter because you wake up the next day to see that he’s texted you and you have to fight down the excited squeal that would definitely wake Lisa, and maybe the neighborhood. This leads to more teasing from your friends because you and Seokjin text a lot in the following days. The two of you text about everything, learning more about each other. You find out that Seokjin has a penchant for making dad jokes and you’re glad you have your phone to hide behind so Seokjin can’t see how hard you laugh every time he makes one. You know he’d be far too pleased with himself if he saw how much you enjoyed them and you find it much more fun to tell him the jokes are bad to see him keep trying to get you to react positively. He also takes the opportunity to ask you a lot of questions regarding your heats, everything from favorite snacks, fruits, drinks, what materials felt best, scents you liked, nothing seemed to be off limits to his questioning. 

When you question why he’s so curious, he sheepishly tells you that he goes into caretaker mode when he has an omega. So he’s been prepping his apartment, after it was decided that his place was better to spend your heat at because it meant that Lisa didn’t have to find somewhere else to stay for a week, stocking up on things you like and things that he knows help. You’re stomach twists, trying not to think about him helping other omegas the way he’s going to help you. You try to push the thoughts away, the jealousy burning your throat when you think about him with someone else. And so you irrationally decided it’s best to ask him how many times he’s done this to have such a system down. 

He doesn’t respond right away and you worry that you’ve crossed some sort of boundary that you didn’t know about. You end up stress cleaning the whole apartment until he finally responds. Telling you that he’s sorry, his friend was having a crisis. He assures you that his system isn’t just his, him and his friends have complied all their experiences together in an attempt to make heats less hard on omegas in their care. Which leads to him telling you about the crisis that had taken his attention. His friend, Yoongi, had tagged along to a dance class their other friend Hoseok was guest teaching at and now Yoongi is having a crisis over an omega that was in the class. 

You offer to give Yoongi some advice since you’re an omega but Seokjin declines, stating that it’s way funnier to watch the normally cool, collected Min Yoongi turn into a puddle of pining alpha over an omega that ignored him. 

It turns out that Seokjin had good forethought in giving you his number for emergencies, because two days before your heat is suppose to start, you wake up in the middle of the night covered in sweat. Your mind feels hazy and you have no idea what it is that woke you up, first thinking that maybe Lisa had just gotten home, but the silence in your apartment says that’s not true. A shudder wracks your frame and you realize with a small sense of dread that your heat’s come early. 

For a moment, you think about how you haven’t prepared anything for your heat before it hits you that you didn’t prep anything because you have someone else who did that for you. And once the thought of Seokjin is in your head, he’s all you can focus on. Your blankets scratch at your skin and you kick them off as a fresh wave of slick drips from you. 

You pull yourself together just enough to roll to the side to grab your phone off the nightstand, dialing Seokjin’s number with shaky fingers. The call goes to voicemail and you groan, free hand cupping your mound in an attempt to alleviate some of your rising discomfort. You redial and a few rings later he answers. His snappy ‘what’ sends a shiver through you, wanting to roll over and submit to quell the alpha seeping into his tone. 

You whine and Seokjin’s tone changes immediately. “Y/N? What’s wrong?”

You squirm, thighs rubbing together as you try to string together enough sounds to speak. “Heat…”

Seokjin curses. “It came early?” You whine an affirmative. “Shit, okay. Well, you’re obviously in no state to get here so I’ll be over soon okay? I’ll make it all better, little omega.” He coos, voice calm despite how panicky he is feeling. 

You whine and Seokjin hushes you, promising he’ll be there soon, that he just has to grab a few things and he’ll be right over.

Seokjin hangs up the phone, cutting off another whine from you that has his heart constricting as he scrambles out of bed. He stuffs his phone into the pocket of his sweats and takes a second to breath and to try to get his panic to subside so he can think clearly. He has to relax because he has you waiting for him, he’s your only relief and he can’t bare the thought of letting you down. And he knows that he needs to be the calm one, that you’re in no state to be the rational one. He takes another deep breath before moving into action, making a mental list of everything he needs to do before he leaves.

He grabs the first tshirt he finds, pulling a duffle from his closet and stuffing a few changes of comfortable clothes into it along with his wallet and charger. He’s about to leave the room to move onto the things in the kitchen when the pile of linens in the corner catch his eye. He pauses before deciding that taking extra sheets along would probably be smart and along with those he grabs the blanket from his bed, knowing that the scent of him buried in the fibers will be soothing to you, ignoring the thought that it’s the scent of him that will calm you and not just the scent of alpha that’s covering the blanket.

He sets that bag on the kitchen table as he begins digging through the cabinets for the things he’d purchased for you. It takes him a few minutes and when all the snacks and quick meals he’d bought for you are laid out on the counter, he realizes he may have actually bought way more than you could possibly ever eat over the course of your heat. He shakes his head, trying to reason that he was just trying to be prepared and make your first heat with a partner a good experience, pushing aside any other thoughts that try to make themselves known. Instead, he busies himself with packing up as much of the food as he can into the two reusable totes he has hanging near the fridge. 

Those bags join the other one on the table and Seokjin takes a moment to quickly run through his list, trying not to mourn the loss of all the preping he did that’s now going to waste. Deciding he has everything that he might need while there and that if there’s anything else that he absolutely needs can just be ordered for delivery, he gathers up the bags and his keys and quickly makes his way to the elevator to get to the garage. 

Bags safely stowed away in the trunk, he pulls his phone out to shoot a quick email to Yoongi, Hoseok, and Namjoon to let them know that he’s taking his leave early before tucking his phone back into his pocket and getting into the car.

You whine again as Seokjin hangs up. You know he lives across town, you know how long it’ll probably take him to get here even if it’s late and there’s likely to be little traffic. His hanging up has left you in the suffocating silence of your apartment. You debate whether you can try to sleep again until he gets here when you realize that your door is locked and that if you do manage to sleep at all that he’ll have no way to get in. And you can’t guarantee that you’ll be lucid enough later to navigate the house to unlock the door. 

With that thought in mind, you push yourself out of bed, wobbling for a second on unsteady legs before you regain your balance. You shuffle out of your room, grateful that Lisa isn’t home right now because just the lingering scent of her makes walking away from her bedroom difficult. And you’re fairly positive that in your current state, you would’ve just climbed into her bed with her were she here and the thought makes you huff in annoyance, hating the fact that your heat pushes your instincts so far to the surface that you’d climb into bed with your best friend without her consent. 

You manage to make it to the door and get the door unlocked with no problems and you pause to press your forehead to the cool wood, allowing yourself a moment to use the coolness to keep your mind still partially yours. You turn your head, staring longingly at the couch and wanting nothing more than to just collapse on it and wait, but you know Lisa would probably kill you if you spent any part of your heat on the couch. She’ll probably grouse that you got your “heat stink” all over the apartment, knowing that you’re going to spend the day after airing the place out and lighting some candles to make it bearable for her to come back. At least the weather is nice enough to leave the windows open to do so.

With a last burst of effort, you push yourself off the door and make your way back to your room. You stare distastefully at your bed, knowing that the normally comfortable and soft fabric is going to feel irritating against your skin. You sigh, flopping onto your belly, squirming around until you deem yourself as comfortable as you’re going to get. You get a few blissful minutes where you just lay there in silence, almost peaceful enough that you feel yourself starting to drift off to sleep. 

That is until another wave of heat shudders through you. You groan, pressing your thighs together in hopes of getting some relief. When none comes you blindly reach for one of your pillows, propping yourself up slightly and stuffing the pillow between your thighs. You grind against it, moaning at the friction against your sensitive clit. You mindlessly rut against the pillow, slowly growing frustrated when all it does is keep you on edge. 

You lose track of the time, only becoming aware of just how much time has passed when you hear a curse behind you followed quickly be the overwhelming scent of Seokjin and alpha. A fresh gush of slick drips out of you and you don’t even think before pushing your ass further up into the air to present to him, the only thing filling your mind being him. You preen at the sharp inhale you hear from Seokjin, pride that your alpha is reacting so well to you but when you don’t hear him make any move closer you whine.

“Alpha…” You coo, wiggling your butt enticingly. 

Excitement courses through you when you hear him finally step closer, quickly followed by disappointment when instead of stepping behind you and touching you like you want, he walks around the side of the bed to take a seat. You bury your face in your sheets, ignoring the way they scratch at you in favor of using them to muffle your whimpers. Something clicks onto your nightstand and then Seokjin is reaching out tentatively, hand curling around your forearm. 

“Y/N? Where’s Lisa?”

You lean closer to him, shifting enough to bury your face in his thigh to hide the way your face scrunches up at his mention of your friend. “Out with Jisoo.”

Seokjin threads his fingers through your hair, scratching lightly at your scalp. “Did you tell her your heat started?” You shake your head, practically purring at the attention he’s giving you. You feel Seokjin move and you grab his arm before he can withdraw the hand on your head. He chuckles. “Don’t worry, princess. I’m not going anywhere. Can you sit up for me though?”

You shake your head and Seokjin chuckles, free hand landing on your shoulder and gently nudging you. “Princess, I need you to sit up. I know you didn’t take any birth control since this was a surprise so I need you to take it now, but you need to sit up first.”

You grumble but relent to his nudges, sitting back on your knees, moaning when the shift has your core dragging across your pillow. Seokjin’s gaze drops to the pillow, tongue darting out to wet his lips. His hand drops from your shoulder to touch the damp spot you’ve created and he growls. Your hips twitch at the sound, wanting nothing more than to shift forward the few inches separating your soaked core from his hand. He seems to read your thoughts, hands quickly pulling away and then he’s turning slightly to grab something off your nightstand. 

Turning back, he holds the pill in his hand up to your mouth. “Open, princess.” 

You obey, tongue sticking out slightly as he sets the pill onto your tongue and you let the tip drag ever so lightly across the pad of his finger as he withdraws it. His eyes darken but rather than do anything about the lust you see swirling there, he simply holds out a glass of water to you. You frown, taking it from him and taking a sip to swallow your pill. When you try to hand it back, he pushes it back towards you.

“Drink it all first. I need to call Lisa.” He says, reaching for your phone.

You pout, confused by his refusal to cave into what you both want, and more importantly, what he paid a lot of money for. He lifts it encouragingly towards your mouth and you reluctantly take a few more sips. Seemingly pleased, he nods and turns his attention to your phone, tapping at the screen a few times before bringing it up to his ear. 

It rings a few times before a giggling Lisa finally answers. “Y/N! Hey, I thought you’d be asleep by now!”

“Hi, Lisa.” Seokjin stares pointedly at the glass in your hands when he sees you’ve stopped drinking. You make a face at him but drink more of it.

“Seokjin? Why do you have Y/N’s phone? Is she okay? Is something wrong?” Lisa sounds increasingly worried as she asks questions.

“Lisa, calm down. She’s fine.” He glances at the pillow still firmly between your thighs and swallows. “Well as fine as she can be. Look, her heat started early. And it started while she was asleep so I can’t get her back to my place.”

Lisa swears under her breath. “I don’t know if I can find a place for that long. Shit, and I don’t have any spare clothes.”

You drain the last of the water and nudge the glass back towards Seokjin, beginning to grow frustrated with his dismissal of you. He takes it with a wide grin, placing it back onto the nightstand then let’s his hand rub your thigh in silent praise. You hum happily at the soothing contact. 

“Don’t worry, Lisa. You can stay at my place. The deskman knows what you look like so he’ll let you up. The door code is 92324. Some of my spare credit cards are in the top drawer of my desk in my office and you can take one and go buy some clothes so you have something to wear.” Seokjin’s thumb rubs absent circles on the skin of your thigh while rattling off instructions to Lisa.

You squirm closer, finally having enough of Seokjin ignoring you for other things and you decide to do something about it. You reach out, placing your hands on his knees. His gaze flicks to your face then drops to where your hands are slowly creeping up his thighs. His eyes narrow at you.

“What? You can’t be serious, that’s far too much.” Lisa protests. 

You fiddle with the hem of Seokjin’s shirt, smirking when his focus is more on you now and you let your hands slowly drift over to the bulge in his sweats. You see his jaw clench and grin victoriously, knowing that you’re winning.

“It’s fine, Lisa. This was unexpected for all of us.” You rub more at the bulge and Seokjin swiftly gathers both your wrists in one hand and pins them to the pillow. “Look, I need to go. I gave you an option. You’re free to take it or leave it. We’ll let you know when it’s over.” He grits out, abruptly hanging up and tossing your phone with a loud clatter back onto the nightstand. His eyes are dark when he focuses back on you and he yanks you closer by the grip he still has on your wrists. “You are just an impatient little omega, aren’t you princess?”

You whimper, hips pressing against the pillow as you feel your mind go hazy. “Alpha…” You whine.

Seokjin smirks, watching the way your hips twitch against the pillow. His free hand settles on your hip and he starts to guide you in grinding against the pillow. “You’ve made quite the mess of your pillow, princess.” He muses. “But I think we can make it dirtier.”

Your whole body feels like it’s on fire at his words and you’re nodding helplessly at his words, eager for him to finally touch you. 

“I’m going to let your hands go, but you can only touch my thighs, got it?” He waits for your acknowledgment before continuing. “Good girl. I’d hate to have to punish you for disobeying.”

You flush at his praise. He releases your wrists, his other hand joins the first on your hips to better guide your grinding. You moan at the drag of your soaking panties against your clit. Your hands immediately find Seokjin’s thighs, fisting the fabric of his sweats to keep your hands from wandering like you so badly want them too, you want to feel more than just the shifting muscles of his thighs beneath your palms. 

“Alpha… Seokjin, please…” You move faster with Seokjin’s direction. 

Seokjin hums. “What, princess? What do you need?” He coos, giving your hips a squeeze.

You whine, trying to move faster to chase your high, but Seokjin’s grip keeps you going at the pace he wants you to go. “Wanna cum… Please… Let me…” Your head drops back as you pant. “Seokjin…”

“What a good girl you are, asking your alpha’s permission first. I didn’t even have to tell you.” You nod eagerly and Seokjin smiles. “You have been very good considering how long you had to wait.” His hands slip under your shirt and the contact with your skin makes you gasp. “You can cum, princess. But you can only use your pillow to get off.”

His hands slide up to your waist, relinquishing control of your pace back to you. You quickly pick up your pace once he lets you, moaning as you rock faster against your pillow. Seokjin’s hands slide further up, thumbs brushing the bottoms of your breasts. A few more rocks of your hips, the friction of your dampened panties against your clit, combined with Seokjin’s fingers digging into your skin has you, finally, tipping over the edge you’ve been on since you woke up. 

You shudder, gasping Seokjin’s name as your orgasm wracks your frame. You continue to give a few weak grinds as you ride it out until your body relaxes and you would collapse if not for Seokjin’s hands on your ribs holding you up. He chuckles at your sudden bonelessness, carefully shifting you to lay you down then tossing the soaked pillow from the bed. He turns back to you, smiling fondly as he strokes your cheek. 

“Feeling a little better?”

You sigh contentedly, mind feeling less hazy. “Very.” You lay there for a moment, eyes closed and enjoying the small reprieve you’ve gotten. Then you look up at him in alarm. “But wait, what about you?”

Seokjin laughs again, grabbing your hand when you reach out to touch his still very prominent erection. “Don’t worry about me. Trust me, I’ll be fine.”

You pout. “Who said I was worried for you in that scenario?”

Seokjin stretches out beside you, manhandling you around until he can pull you tightly back against him, dick settled firmly against your ass. “Since your sleep was interrupted, I’d highly suggest you get some sleep now while you still can princess. I’ll be here to take care of you when you wake up.” He pauses to give a hard grind against your ass. “And by then, the pill while have kicked in and I can fuck you like you want. Nice and hard, little omega, and fill you up nice and full like you need.”

You whine, slapping playfully at the arm he has wrapped around your waist. “You just said to get some sleep. You’re just going to get me all riled up again.”

Seokjin’s nose drags across your shoulder to your neck as he inhales deeply. “Sorry. You just smell so divine, princess.” His tongue touches your neck and you feel your arousal spark again. “I bet you taste even better than you smell.”

You groan, pushing your as back teasingly. “Seokjin, either let me sleep or fuck me.”

He blows out a frustrated breath. “I can’t fuck you yet. It hasn’t been long enough and it’s not safe.”

You give him a smug smirk over your shoulder. “Then let me sleep.”

He smothers a laugh in your shoulder before he’s standing and grabbing a blanket off the floor and covering you. You’re enveloped in the scent of him and the silk caresses your skin as the fabric settles against you. 

You look over the blanket then up to him. “This isn’t mine.”

“Very perceptive of you. It’s mine and it’s silk. The scent will help you sleep and the silk is because I know cotton gets itchy against your skin while your in heat. I’d change your sheets but you seem comfortable so that’ll have to do for now.” He picks up the glass from the nightstand. “Now get some sleep. I got here in a hurry and so your kitchen is a bit of a mess so I need to go prep that so that it’s easier for me to get to things I need.”

He runs a hand through your hair comfortingly once more before he’s turning and leaving the room. You listen to him move around for a few moments before your exhaustion creeps back in and you find yourself drifting off to sleep surrounded by Seokjin’s scent.

You wake up sometime later, you have no idea how long your body allowed you to rest but it seems intent on making up for the downtime if the fire currently in your veins is anything to go by. Your panties stick to you uncomfortably and you move to try to remove them but a firm weight is settled around your waist. Once you notice the weight, you realize that Seokjin came back at some point and got back into bed with you. You gasp, body burning impossibly hotter and you immediately push your ass back against him, filled with the need to feel him inside you. 

The arm around you tightens as a growl rumbles in his chest, vibrating against your back. You squirm at the sound, you’re fairly certain your eyes probably also flashed golden and you’re a little glad that they’re currently squeezed shut so that he couldn’t see, despite the fact that you’re also facing away. Some bratty part of you that’s struggling to remain doesn’t want him to know just how much he’s already affecting you, but logic is quickly failing you because if it was still functioning, you’d realize that he doesn’t need to see your eyes to know how you’re being affected. Slick drips from you and the tshirt you’re wearing suddenly feels stifling. As you try to fight the shirt off, your flipped onto your back and Seokjin is hovering above you, a sleepy smirk stretching his lips. 

“My, my. Someone’s being naughty, hm? You can’t even properly wake your alpha up? You’ll just grind against him while he sleeps?” 

He pins your arms when you try to reach out for him and you whine. He takes both wrists in one hand, leaving his other hand free to slip under your shirt. You gasp, pushing your body up into his touch and he chuckles, nudging your legs apart with his knee so he can settle between them. 

“Are you going to tell me what you want? Or do I need to punish you?” His voice is tinged with his alpha tone as his hand slides up and cups your breast. 

You blink a few times, trying to clear enough of the haze to respond. You swallow the sudden dryness in your throat. “Please, alpha…”

Seokjin chuckles and the sound makes you shiver. “Mmm, close, princess. Do you wanna try again?” You whine again, hips bucking up to try to get some friction and Seokjin tsks you. “Ah ah. None of that, omega.”

Your core clenches at the reprimand and you bite your lip on another whine. You take a deep breath, regretting it almost instantly when your met with the overwhelming scent of Seokjin’s own arousal. “Alpha, fuck me. Please, please, I need you, need your knot, please.”

Seokjin gives a pleased hum, squeezing your breast once before his hand is sliding down your body and cupping your pussy through your panties. “Much better, princess. Good girl.”

You warm at the praise, hips pressing your pussy further into his hand. He doesn’t pull away this time though, instead he tugs your panties to the side and slips two fingers inside. Your back bows and you instantly clench around him. 

“Please, please more, alpha, Seokjin. Please.” You roll your hips, fucking yourself on his fingers.

He slips another finger in and you moan. He pumps them faster, thrusting in counterpoint to the rolling of your hips. “I think I quite like seeing you so desperate to come, princess. First on your pillow, then on my fingers. Maybe I’ll give you my tongue next. Gotta make sure you’re nice and relaxed for my knot. How does that sound, princess? Want me to eat you out next? I bet you taste even better than you smell. And you smell absolutely intoxicating.”

He hooks his fingers and you gasp when their probing presses against your g-spot. You wriggle your wrists, wanting to touch him. “Seokjin, lemme touch you too, please.” You whine.

He chuckles, but releases your wrists and you bury your hands in his hair, yanking him in for a kiss. He makes a noise of surprise against your mouth, not expecting the touch you wanted to have been a kiss, before he’s kissing you back enthusiastically. His tongue runs along the seam of your lips and you happily open up for him. You groan at the taste of him, hips working faster as Seokjin rubs your clit with his thumb in time with the thrusts of his finger. 

You turn away from the kiss with a gasp and Seokjin uses the opportunity to trail his lips along your jaw and down your neck where he leaves a few nips, though you want far more than just nips on your throat. 

“Come on, princess. Cum for me.” He growls against your neck and it makes heat pool in your belly. 

Seokjin licks a stripe up your neck before biting and sucking a mark onto your neck and that finally pushes you over the edge and you cum with a cry, pussy clenching tightly around Seokjin’s fingers as he continues pumping. 

When the last of the shudders stop, he gingerly removes his fingers, bringing the glistening digits up to his mouth. His eyes darken at how wet they are before he pops them into his mouth and a sound somewhere between a moan and a growl rumbles in his chest. 

“Fuck, I was right. You taste divine.” He refocuses on you and his hands rub at your thighs. “Are you feeling okay, though? Do you need anything?”

You blink at his shift in demeanor, from domineering alpha to caretaker, thoughts now a little clearer thanks to the orgasm and you giggle. “I’d be better if I had your dick already.” You wink.

Seokjin’s eyes flash and he ducks down to kiss you senseless before sitting back with a smug smirk when you just stare at him speechless. His hands grasp the bottom of your shirt, pushing it slowly up your body and you lift your arms to help him tug it off. 

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” He murmurs, seemingly distracted by the newly exposed skin. 

He presses a gentle kiss to your lips, then he’s moving further down to dust kisses across your collarbone. A soft sigh leaves you as his plush lips leave a burning path down to your breasts. A hand comes up to palm one while his mouth envelopes your nipple. Fire floods your veins as your heat hits you fully again. You push your hips up but Seokjin is a step ahead and is pinning your hips to the bed before you can so much as raise them more than an inch. 

He lifts his head just enough to speak, breath blowing across your spit slick nipple. “Relax, princess. Your alpha will take care of you, don’t worry.” He soothes, thumbs stroking the skin of your hips. 

You chew your lip, body protesting the thought of waiting for what it needs. You give him a small nod and he coos praises against your skin as slowly works his way down your body until he’s settled between your legs, faced with your soaked panties. You’re torn between hiding from his gaze and shoving your pussy into his face but Seokjin saves you from having to choose by digging his fingers into your thighs and holding them open. 

He nips at your thigh, soothing the sting with his tongue and then he’s giving the same treatment to the other leg. When he’s satisfied with the blooming marks on your skin, he licks at your pussy through your panties, lips wrapping around your clit through the fabric and sucking. 

You swear, burying your hands in his hair and he chuckles. “You’ve absolutely ruined your panties, princess.”

You whine in embarrassment, tugging lightly at his hair. “Don’t tease.”

He chuckles, pressing his tongue teasingly against your clit. “But you look so pretty all flustered and desperate, princess.” He gives another lick. “And I like hearing you beg.”

“Seokjin, please. Please stop teasing. I want your mouth on me. Please, I’ll do anything.”

Seokjin glances up at you, eyebrow raised. “Anything, huh? That’s a dangerous promise, princess.” He glances back down at your panties and licks his lips. “But, you’re in luck. I’m feeling particularly generous right now.”

With that he tugs your panties down and tosses them off the bed. He groans at the sight of your bared pussy and you spread your legs further apart in a bid to entice him to give you what you want. His thumbs brush along your pussy lips before he’s grabbing handfuls of your thighs and pressing his tongue firmly against your clit. 

You chant out yes’s as his tongue traces around your clit, occasionally dipping down to your entrance before returning his attention to your clit. His fingers dig into your skin and you know there will be bruises in the shape of his fingers there later and you revel in that knowledge. Little growls and groans leave him as his mouth works against your pussy and the vibrations send pleasure shooting through you. 

Your hands tighten in his hair when he slips two fingers into you while his plush lips wrap around your clit. He sucks and you cry out, pleasure building so fast after your recent orgasm. 

“Come on princess, I can feel you clenching around my fingers already. Be a good omega and cum for me.” Seokjin murmurs against you before he’s back to sucking on your clit. 

You whimper and he crooks his fingers just right to rub at your sweet spot. He pumps his fingers faster then grazes your clit with his teeth and your orgasm rushes through you. You cry out his name as your release gushes around his fingers. His fingers slow as your moans quiet down until he withdraws them completely, letting his tongue take their place to clean up the mess you’ve made. 

You expect to feel some relief, but Seokjin’s tongue continuing to work has heat spreading through your limbs again and you suddenly don’t feel sated in the least. You feel frantic with need and you know the only thing that’ll make you feel better and so you give his hair a tug as you whine. “Seokjin… want your cock, please.”

He sits up, face shining, as his tongue darts out to lick his lips. He wipes the rest of your release from his face with the back of his hand. His hair is disheveled from your tugging and his lips are swollen and red. He looks unfairly debauched for the fact that he’s still fully dressed and you’ve come multiple times already. When he makes no moves to give you what you want, you decide to just take it. 

Before he can comprehend what’s happening, you’ve pushed him onto his back and planted yourself firmly in his lap. You groan when your pussy drags across the fabric still separating you from his cock. Seokjin halts you from moving further, fingers digging into your hips in warning. 

“Princess.” He growls out and your instincts have you going nearly boneless, baring your neck to him with the overwhelming need to submit. 

You’re flipped onto your back, smothered for a moment in Seokjin’s bulk and scent and you’re positive you could die happy under him. He rears back, nearly tearing his shirt in his haste to get it off of him and your eyes trace along the breadth of his shoulders to his thick neck and down to his chest. His skin is smooth and the muscles that ripple beneath as he moves to shuck his sweats off has you clenching. 

Then your eyes are drawn lower as Seokjin finally gets his sweats off and your mouth floods at the sight of his cock, hard and shiny with precum and so thick that you’re torn between wanting him to shove it down your throat or stuff your pussy so full that you can’t think. Seokjin catches your stare, chuckling as he reaches down to give himself a few pumps, thumb swiping across the plump, red head. 

“See something you like, princess?” He teases.

You tear your gaze from his cock to meet his eyes, nodding dumbly because you’ve been robbed of all words. He smiles, body blanketing you once again as he leans down to capture your lips, cock brushing your pussy as he holds himself above you. You whine, hips tilting to get more of his cock pressed against you. Seokjin groans, hips grinding lazily against your pussy, lips trailing to nip at your neck. 

“Alpha, please…” You pant, reaching up to dig your fingers into the meat of his shoulders. 

He nods against your neck, one hand leaving the bed to reach between the two of you and he positions himself at your entrance, pausing with the head pressed to your hole and pulls back to meet your eyes. “Are you sure?” He swallows and blinks a few times to clear some of the daze. “Once I start-” 

You cut him off, shifting just enough for him to slip an inch into you. You both moan and the stretch of just the head has your desperation rising, the overwhelming need to be mounted clawing at your insides. Seokjin must feel the same because he pauses for only a second longer before he’s slamming fully into you. You gasp, nails digging into his back as he immediately pulls back out just to thrust back in. He buries his face in your neck, breath puffing warm against your skin as he pants harshly with his rough pace. 

“Fuck you’re so wet, princess. You’re such a good girl, a good little omega.” 

You whine as the praises continue to flow from him and he grabs your hips to hitch them higher, manhandling you around into the position that he wants you in. The shift has him hitting you deeper, rubbing your walls in all the right ways and you’re already so close to coming again. Tears gather at the corner of yours eyes and you roll your hips as best you can with his thrusts to get some friction on your clit. 

Nails prick your skin and you gasp, staring slightly wide eyed as Seokjin pulls away from your neck with a devilish smirk. “Now now, princess. I’ve given you so much already, let your alpha has his turn.” He slows his pace and you pout but his smirk just grows. “Besides, I’d much rather you come on my knot.”

His next thrust has your pussy stretching further as his knot begins to form. Your breath hitches as the growing girth stretches your more. 

“Yes, yes, yes, please let me have your knot, please, please.” You beg, body feeling aflame at the promise of what you want most. 

“Yeah?” Seokjin growls, licking up your neck to nip your earlobe. “You want my knot that bad, baby? Want me to knot you and fill you nice and full of my come? Keep you all plugged up so you get pregnant? Fuck… You’d look so amazing all swollen and round with my pups.”

You nod along, words only fueling your desire more. He slams his hips against you one last time before his knot finally grows too large and he settles for grinding as the first pulses of his release fills you. 

“That’s it, baby. Fuck… You’re such a good girl. Taking my knot and cum so so well. Shit, gonna get you all nice and full of pups.” You moan and Seokjin slips one hand down to rub at your clit. “Such a good omega, so good for my pups.” He murmurs and a few circles of his thumb coupled with his knot and cum filling you so delightfully full has you clenching around him as your mouth drops open in a silent scream as you cum. Seokjin groans, lips finding yours for an uncoordinated kiss as you both ride out your orgasms together. 

Your brain finally feel clearer and you enjoy the quiet mingling sounds of both of your breathing. You bask in the blissful feeling of being full and after what feels like hours, but is nothing more than a few minutes, Seokjin is sliding an arm beneath your back, keeping you close as he carefully maneuvers you both so that he’s now on his back and you can curl up on his chest while you wait for his knot to go down. You hum in contentment when his fingers thread through your hair, massaging your scalp. 

“Sleep.” He murmurs, chest vibrating against your cheek and you rub your face against his chest in a sleepy nod, following his advice and your own body’s sudden exhaustion. 

You wake up later, alone in bed, stretching and the delightful soreness has a small smile gracing your lips before you realize that the cause of that soreness is nowhere to be seen. You finally sit up, belatedly realizing that that sticky mess you were expecting is definitely not there. And now that you’re more awake and looking around, you notice that you’re sleeping on different sheets, ones that are definitely not yours. 

You’re about to climb out of bed when you hear footsteps padding down the hall towards your room and a moment later, Seokjin, now back in his boxers, is nudging open the door, carrying a plate of something you can’t quite make out and a glass of water that upon seeing makes you realize how dry your throat feels. You make grabby hands for it immediately and Seokjin blinks in surprise for a second at seeing you awake before he’s chuckling and coming closer, handing you the water once he’s close enough. 

You start guzzling the water, the coolness soothing the roughness you were feeling in your throat. Seokjin tuts, pointedly looking at the glass and how quickly you’re consuming it and you sheepishly slow your swallows. He gently pulls the glass away before you can finish and you pout. He chuckles, setting it and the plate on the nightstand before taking a seat on the bed with his back against the headboard. He gathers you up, situating you in his lap until he’s happy with how you’re sat. 

He grabs the plate and you notice it’s full of fruits and cheeses, all of them your favorites, much to your delight. Your stomach grumbles and Seokjin reaches for one of the slices, holding it to your lips for you to take. You hum happily as the flavor of the fruit mixes perfectly with a taste that you can’t put a name to, just that it’s all Seokjin. 

After a few minutes of silent feeding, Seokjin gives you your water back to finish. You hand the glass back once you’re done, cuddling back into his chest with the intent to nap a little more. 

He nudges you when your eyes start to slip closed, holding another piece of fruit up for you to take. “Eat a little more first, princess. It’s only the first day, who knows when you’ll have another long lull. Best to fill up now. At least so I don’t have to fight you as much later.”

You duck your head in embarrassment, opening your mouth obediently when he presses the fruit to your lips. You try not to think about the fight he’s gonna have to put up with when your heat really kicks in and you don’t want to do anything but sit on his dick. You’re glad the worst of your heat is always fuzzy and you hopefully won’t have to remember the worst of it. 

He feeds you a few more bites before he deems you full enough, then he’s rearranging you both so you’re laying down and he pulls your back flush against his front. His lips press gently to your shoulder. “Sleep now.”

And you don’t have to be told twice before your eyes are drifting shut. 

When you wake up again, you blearily notice that at some point you both have shifted positions. Seokjin’s now on his back and you’re curled into his side, one leg thrown over his and your dripping core pressed to his thigh, soaking his boxers. You grind your hips forward, moaning at the drag of the fabric against your sensitive pussy. 

Seokjin mutters something, shifting slightly, but remains asleep as you rut against him. You bury your face in his chest, taking a deep inhale of his scent before lazily mouthing across his collarbone to his neck. The fire in your belly intensifies and you scramble to climb fully on top of Seokjin, pushing his boxers down just enough to get to his cock and you’re delighted to find that he’s already hard. You wrap a hand around it, giving him a few strokes before positioning it and fully sheathing it within you. 

Seokjin starts awake with a gasp, hands finding your waist immediately even though he doesn’t seem to fully realize what’s happening yet. His eyes fall to you, more precisely where you’re already bouncing on his cock, not even seeming to mind that he’s not fully awake. His grip on you tightens in an effort to pause your riding but you just switch to grinding when he restricts your movements. 

He chuckles. “Fuck, couldn’t even wake me up, princess? Such a needy little omega that you’re just going to take what you need, hm? Not even gonna wake your alpha up to help you?”

You whine, continuing to rock against him. His words fuel your movements, but the meaning to them is lost in the haze. Seokjin chuckles when you ignore him and the sudden loss of his hands has you faltering. You glance at him finally, finding him laying there with his arms tucked under his head, looking the perfect picture of relaxation. When he sees your attention on him, he glances pointedly back to where you’re joined.

“Oh, please. Don’t let me interrupt. Feel free to continue what you were doing. I was just getting comfortable.”

Your protest is on the tip of your tongue, you want to whine about how you want his hands on you but his cock twitches where its buried in you and you lift yourself up just to drop back down on him, head thrown back as you begin to ride him in earnest. Seokjin, to his credit, seems to struggle with his self imposed promise of just sitting back and letting you work if the way his biceps flex is anything to go by. But he stays still, much to your frustration as you continue. 

You quickly grow frustrated though, slamming your hips down one last time before you dig your fingers into his chest and whine. “Alpha, please…”

He grins up at you. “What is it, princess? I thought you didn’t need me.”

You whine again, grinding against him, but shaking your head. “No, no. Need you. Please, Seokjin.”

He chuckles, but to your delight he moves his arms from behind his head and his hands rest warm and heavy against your thighs. “What do you need, princess?” When you don’t respond right away, he gives your thighs a small squeeze. “Tell me what you need. I can’t help my omega if she doesn’t tell me what she needs.”

You shudder, trying to find the words to speak what you need through the fog blanketing your mind. “Knot… Need your knot, please. Please, want it, Seokjin.”

“Yeah? You need it, princess?” He coos.

You nod enthusiastically, gasping when he shifts his legs to get leverage so that he can thrust up into you, his hands on your waist holding you in place. “Yes, yes yes, please, please please. Alpha…”

You feel his knot starting to grow, catching your rim with every thrust and the feeling makes your toes curl. Seokjin’s fingers tighten and he gets a handful more thrusts in before his knot is too large to pull out. You groan and his hands shift to your hips to guide them in grinding on his knot as he did before with your pillow, praises flowing from his lips. When you finally start grinding without his guidance, his lets his hands slide up your body, palming your breasts and rolling your nipples between his fingers. 

“Cum for me baby. Cum on my knot, show me how badly you want my cum and pups.” He growls, pinching your nipples harder. 

A few swivels of your hips has you moaning his name as you cum, pussying squeezing him tight as he pumps you full.

You get flashes of moments over the next few days. You know at one point, Seokjin has to resort to feeding you while you’re knotted because you refuse to not be filled. And even then he still struggles to get you to actually eat the food rather than just sucking on his fingers. Another time you corner him in the kitchen while he’s getting you water. Pawing at his cock and whining when he snatches up both your wrists in one of his hands. Which means your next most logical thought is to drop to your knees and mouth at his cock instead. You get your mouth around him, gag reflex diminished thanks to your heat and you suck on his cock until he starts to shallowing thrust into your mouth. Then his hand tightens around your wrists and you’re being yanked to your feet and bent over the kitchen table. He fucks you hard and fast, hand coming down to quick swats on your ass as he talks about how you’re being awfully naughty. You cry when he knots you that time, Seokjin shushing you, cooing at you and telling you that if you drink your water then he’ll forgive you and you’ll be his good girl again. You’ve never drank a glass of water quicker. 

He tries to get you to shower but your legs don’t want to cooperate for that, and a little part of you wants to be bratty again, so he sighs and draws a bath. Which you make him join you in and results in something soft, that if you were in a different state of mind would probably make your heart ache with how sweet and caring and gentle he was being. Although it ends with water sloshed all over the floor and were you not in heat, you’d feel really bad for the messes he’s been cleaning up. 

Your heat is blessedly shorter than usual with the addition of a partner. Rather than spending a whole week being miserable and horny, it finishes after just 4 and a half days and you wake up feeling far more refreshed than you usually do after your heats. You notice the bed is empty beside you and that your room has been tidied up. Your gut churns with disappointment, tempted to bury your face into the pillow Seokjin had been using just to get another whiff of his scent, but soft singing coming from the kitchen draws your attention.

You slip out of bed, taking a moment to stretch your sore limbs. You foot catches something as you go to step away and you stoop down to examine it. The tshirt is wholly unfamiliar to you and when you hold it up to your nose, humming in content when you realize it’s Seokjin’s and he must have missed it when he was cleaning. You debate for a moment on returning it to him but something in you protests the thought and you tug it on instead and you decide that you’re just going to chalk the feeling up to residual hormones from your heat. You stand and make your way to the kitchen, leaning in the doorway and watching quietly as Seokjin cooks, still singing softly to himself. 

A few minutes pass like this before he speaks. “You just gonna keep creeping in the doorway or come in for breakfast?” He glances back at you to wink before turning back to the pan in front of him. 

You chuckle, moving to the cabinets to gather what you need to set the table. “Maybe I wanted to enjoy the show.” You say as you take a seat at your kitchen table, propping up your chin on your hand to return to watching him.

Seokjin turns, sliding a few pieces of french toast onto a platter that from the glimpse you get is already piled high with it. He brings the plate to the table before going back to the fridge and grabbing a big bowl of fresh cut fruit and a bottle of juice. You look from the literal pile of food to Seokjin with wide eyes. 

“Did I miss something? Are you feeding an army?”

He chuckles, grabbing a few slices of french toast and a couple spoonfuls of fruit, plucking a piece of melon from his plate to eat before finally answering. “No. But this is your first real meal in a few days. Once you start eating you’ll realize just how hungry you are.” 

You pout and want to argue, but the smell of the food is too enticing and so instead you grab some food and start eating, choosing to very pointedly ignore the fact that after the first bite you feel like you could probably eat all the food on the table plus find something to snack on in the fridge. You both eat in silence and you can’t quite tell if it’s a comfortable one or an awkward one. On the one hand, Seokjin’s presence is calming and you feel more relaxed than you have in a long time. But at the same time, you want to speak, but you have to idea what you can talk about with the guy who paid a crazy amount of money to sleep with you during your heat and whose cock you were literally begging for just a few hours ago. And you realize that you don’t even know if he wants to talk about anything. For all you know, this is just lingering alpha protectiveness and once breakfast is over, he’ll gather his things and leave. 

“Not good?” His voice drags you from your musing and you’re quick to shake your head, stuffing another bite into your mouth. 

“No, no. It’s amazing. Just still a little sleepy, I guess.” You half lie.

He watches you for a moment with pursed lips before giving a small nod and going back to his own food. You eat a little faster, deciding that once your finished and clean everything up that you’ll test the waters and see if he maybe wants to stay a little longer and watch a movie. It’s innocuous enough, you can always play it off as just a precaution to make sure your heat is really over. That it has nothing to do with the fact that you really don’t want him to leave. 

With your food finished, you gather up the dishes to take to the sink, beginning to clean up and Seokjin comes over to join, taking the dish towel to begin drying the dishes as you clean and then putting them away. The two of you work in silence, finishing the dishes in no time.

When you finish, Seokjin hands you the towel so you can dry your hands and you both stand in silence, this time it’s definitely awkward. You’re just working up the courage to ask if he’d like to stay, maybe watch a movie or something when he beats you in speaking.

“Well… I guess I should probably get going. I’m sure Lisa would like her own place back.” He rubs at the back of his neck, avoiding your eyes as he speaks and you try really hard not to read into the fact that he won’t look at you now. 

You frown, quickly hiding your disappointment when he glances at you. You give a small nod. “Right, sure of course. I’m sure you’ve got work and stuff too. Company won’t run itself, huh?” You weakly joke.

He chuckles, nodding as he makes his way to the door where you notice his bags are sitting, already packed. You feel a twinge in your chest as you watch him pick them up and slide his shoes on. He turns and hesitates for a second before giving a small smile.

“I hope I gave you a good experience for your first partnered heat.” You give a little nod and his smile grows. He gives a little wave. “It’s been a pleasure, Y/n.”

With that, he’s out the door and you let your smile drop. You sigh, feeling oddly empty with him out of the apartment now. Shaking the thoughts from your head, you move to the windows to open them to start airing the apartment out for Lisa’s return, lighting a couple of candles around the room as well. You enter your bedroom, expecting to have a mess to clean up but Seokjin seems to have thought of everything already, your room clean and tidy and the windows already cracked. You sit on your bed, wondering if it’s always this way after heats, if the sudden loneliness is usual of arrangements like this or if maybe it’s just cause it’s your first time having an alpha during heat. Maybe the attachment you felt is normal and so the way you feel abandoned is too and will pass in a day. At least that’s what you try to reason to yourself as you think about how maybe you should have insisted that Seokjin stay just a little longer. 

You take a deep breath, Seokjin’s scent drifting off the shirt you’re still wearing and it has a weirdly soothing effect on you, calms your thoughts even as they swirl with doubt. You crawl up the bed, tugging the pillow he used over and bury your face in it. Letting his scent lull you to sleep because you know once Lisa gets home that all of your friends are going to flock over to question how it went. 

The week crawls by slowly, classes don’t help either since it’s still early in the semester and so the work load hasn’t particularly picked up yet. You find yourself having an increasingly difficult time sleeping, the only thing that you’ve found that helps is cuddling the pillow that is slowly losing Seokjin’s scent. And you really try not to think about any implications from that. In the last two days you’ve also gotten a headache that refuses to leave no matter what you take and has begun to get worse with time. 

Which is making the attempt to power through movie night incredibly difficult. Even with the lights off, the flashes from the screen cause searing pain and of course it had to be Jungkook’s turn to choose and he of course choose a Marvel movie, full of flashing and loud noises. And since everyone’s seen it already, everyone has made it time to talk and joke around. 

A particularly loud explosion has you squeezing your eyes shut and clenching your teeth. You’re so caught up in willing the pain to stop that you fail to notice the whimper that escapes you or the fact that the room goes dead silent after. A few moments pass before you realize there’s no sound and you squint an eye open to notice that everyone is staring at you with concern, the movie paused in the background. 

Jimin is closest and slides closer instantly, gently setting his hands on you, checking for anything that could’ve caused the noise of distress. Lisa slides closer too from her position on the floor, wrapping her hand around your ankle and you feel a little of the tension and pain bleed away.

Jimin frowns when his preliminary check turns up nothing obvious to have caused a problem. “What’s wrong?” He whispers, seeming to at least gauge that sound is hurting you.

You weakly wave him away. “Just a headache. I’m fine.”

“Again?” Jisoo chimes in from the other end of the couch and Jimin’s frown deepens, as he glances from Jisoo back to you. 

“How long have you had a headache? Do you need something?”

You give a small shake of your head. “It won’t work, it’s fine. It’s just been a couple days. It’s probably just stress. I’ll be fine.” You want him to stop, you don’t want him to probe further, to try to get to the root of the problem. You hope he leaves it at that, believes it’s just stress.

Jimin purses his lips, watching you for a moment before he’s gently tilting your head to get a better look at your face. “You haven’t been sleeping. And you’re losing color.”

You pout at him. “You make it sound like I look like shit.” You attempt to joke, anything to distract him.

Jimin ignores your comment. “How long have you felt like this? Are there any other symptoms that you’re not telling us?”

You squirm uncomfortably under the scrutiny and look down at your lap as you mutter the answers to his questions because you know if you don’t answer then he’ll just keep pressing. “Since last week. It was just hard to sleep at first. Then I was just exhausted all the time like I’d been awake for a long time while doing a lot of hard work. The headaches started a couple days ago.”

Jimin mulls that over. “Before or after your heat?”

You flush, you wish everyone wasn’t around right now. You want to go seek comfort in Seokjin’s shirt and pillow. “After.”

“After Seokjin left?” He clarifies.

He prods you when you don’t respond right away, something uncomfortable churns in your gut at the direction this is going. “Yes. After he left.”

Jimin is ominously quiet and when you glance up, you see him sharing a worried look with Lisa, who shifts closer to rest her cheek on your thigh as Jimin takes hold of your head. “It sounds like you’ve got bond sickness.”

A hysterical laugh bubbles out of you, your mind violently rejecting that idea. “That’s not possible. I don’t have anyone to be bonded with.”

Lisa gives you a reassuring squeeze. “Bond sickness happens when you spend your heat or rut with your mate but don’t complete the bond.”

“If Seokjin was my mate, I think I’d know. And he would too. He wouldn’t have left afterwards.” You hate how pitiful you sound. “This was just some fun for him. It’s not bond sickness.” You try to reason, glancing around the room at your friends who all have varying degrees of pity on their face and you wish even more that he hadn’t done this in front of everyone. Everything feels like it’s too much. You turn back to Jimin, feeling tears beginning to well in your eyes. “It can’t be bond sickness.” It comes out soft, almost in audible. Your hand tightens around Jimin’s. “It can’t be… b-because if it is… Then- then that means I’m not Seokjin’s mate but he’s mine.”

As soon as the words leave your mouth, Lisa’s up off the floor and pulling you into a hug as the tears finally spill over. The rest of your friends move too, crowding around to lend you what comfort they can. 

Seokjin’s glaring at his computer screen, again because that’s all he feels like he can do to the stupid device lately. It refuses to function the way he wants it to. Most of his work has been picked up by others since he’s been back and he drums in fingers against his desk in irritation at the fact that people seem to think he can’t take care of his own company. Agitatedly, he clicks out of his calendar, that sits empty and he knows that it’s wrong but he can’t figure out why it won’t update to say he has something to do today. A soft knock pulls him from his thoughts and he looks up to see Namjoon slip in. He sniffs and turns back to the screen.

“What.” He says shortly.

“I wanted to see how you’re doing.” Namjoon says placidly, completely unphased by Seokjin’s mood and takes a seat across from Seokjin.

Seokjin snorts. “I’m just fine, Namjoon.”

Namjoon raises his eyebrows at his tone as if to emphasize how not true that statement is. Seokjin chooses to ignore him, opening his email to at least appear that he has some work to do, even though his inbox sits woefully empty. “You can’t even look at me. And you never call me Namjoon. Seokjin, I love you man, but what’s going on? You know you can talk to me, talk to any of us.”

Seokjin mulls that over for a minute. He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes and scrubbing his hands over his face, he feels tired, just so tired. He has no idea what the hell is going on with him. When he pulls them away, Namjoon notices too just have tired he looks. “I don’t know, Joon.” He says, so quietly that Namjoon almost misses it. “I don’t know and that terrifies me.”

“Okay, that’s fine. We’ll talk it out and we’ll get this figured out. We’re here for you, Jin.” Seokjin crosses his arms and sits back, waiting for Namjoon to start. “Well, you’ve become increasingly aggressive and irritable since you’ve been back. You snapped at Hobi in a way that hasn’t happened since college and you were both trying to date the same person and your alpha’s both got a little too possessive. You can’t seem to focus on anything and you’ve obviously not been getting much sleep.” He pauses thoughtfully. “Is there anything else we haven’t seen that’s been happening?”

Seokjin rubs idly at his chest before looking down at where his hand sits. He taps it once. “My chest aches. Like… something’s hooked through it and tugging. It just… it aches.” He finishes lamely.

Namjoon nods and mulls everything over for a few moments. “I don’t know if this would be something you want to hear, but it sounds like you’ve got bond sickness.”

Seokjin rolls his eyes, feeling irritation prickle his skin. They all joke with each other, but he didn’t think Namjoon would ever be one for such a cruel joke. “Yeah, Joon, that’s what it is. It’s been 2 weeks. It’s not bond sickness. Good joke, man.”

Namjoon looks unimpressed with his response, stares Seokjin dead in the eyes as he snaps at him. “Kim Seokjin, there is no way you are actually this dense of an alpha.” Seokjin’s eyes widen at Namjoon’s tone. “You’ve been this way since you got back from spending her heat with her. Not only that, but you spent an inordinate amount of money just to make sure no one else could touch her. Which, you’ve also mentioned, you only did after catching her scent at a coffee shop you both happened to be at. You’re a smart man Jin. Put it the fuck together.” Seokjin opens his mouth to respond, anger mounting at Namjoon’s accusations, but Namjoon stands and effectively cuts him off, placing his hands on the edge of the desk and leaning into Seokjin’s face. “Because just think about this, if you’ve been feeling the bond sickness, then do you know who else is? Y/n. And while alphas get irritable and angry with bond sickness, do you know how it turns out for omegas? They get sick.” He pauses before continuing, tone soft and serious. “Then they get really sick.”

Namjoon straightens and turns, pausing at the door. “Fix your shit, Seokjin. Don’t bother coming back to work until you do.” 

“Lisa, please go to class.” You whine, trying to shoo her fretting hands away from you. Ever since the revelation of what was wrong, she’s been practically suffocating you with attention, you think that she thinks if she just gives you enough alpha attention that it’ll help you get better. You don’t have the heart to tell her that that’s not really how bond sickness works. Plus, when she’s not being completely overbearing, the extra companionship from her is nice. 

She frowns, taking in your huddled form on the couch. “You’ve been getting worse. I don’t want to leave you alone.”

“I’ll be fine. Jungkook said he’d be over soon. You’re going to be late.”

Lisa adjusts your blanket one last time, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Fine. But you message if you need anything at all, got it.”

“Yes, mother.” 

She makes a face at you and you give a weak laugh, knowing how much she hates when you say things like that. Her face softens a little as you shudder and adjust your blanket around you. 

“You’re gonna be late. Go. I’ll be fine.” You pout, looking up at her with puppy dog eyes, trying to get her to go. At least one person in this apartment should be regularly attending classes. You are grateful that Jimin went to the health office to talk to them about what’s happening and managed to get you excused for a little while from having to attend classes. On top of that, after emailing your professors, Taehyung’s been stopping by their offices to pick up or deliver some of the work you manage to get finished.

She huffs. “Alright, alright. Fine. But if Jungkook is even a minute late, you tell me and I will be right back.”

You roll your eyes. “I actually feel sorry for whoever your mate is.”

Lisa pauses in gathering her things to glare at you and you grin back. Lisa’s mate is going to be the most spoiled being on the planet. Lisa slings her bag over her shoulder, coming back over to you to press a kiss to your forehead. 

“I love you. I’ll be back later. Try not to traumatize poor Jungkookie.”

You wave her away, finally turning your attention back to the TV now that Lisa is done with her fretting. You hunker further into your blanket as Lisa finally leaves. You doze off for a while, the tv show you put on doing little to keep your interest when you feel so terrible. And without Lisa here, you don’t have to keep the front up that you feel better than you actually do. You know the sickness will fade and you’ll eventually be fine, if a little dead inside, but that doesn’t stop you from wanting to keep your friends from worrying more about you than they already are. You just wish that you could get to that point. You hate that your friends have to care for you like this, it makes you feel too fragile, like how omega’s use to be viewed. Poor pitiful things that weren’t allowed to do much more than have an alpha’s pups and care for them.

You’re roused from your daze by the door opening and closing and Jungkook’s warm, earthy scent washes over you. You hum in content and he rounds the couch with a grin as he lifts a bag up for you to see. 

“I brought soup.” 

You chuckle. “Thank you Kookie. Lisa made me eat before she left though, so you can put it in the kitchen for now and we can eat it later.”

He nods, taking it and your nearly empty glass from the table to the kitchen. He returns a few moments later with your cup, now refilled, and places it back on the coffee table. He plops down onto the couch next to you, slipping his arms around you to pull you closer to cuddle. You hum in contentment at his warmth, feeling the worst of your fog lift from the closeness.

“What’re we watching?” He murmurs.

You lift a shoulder in half a shrug. “Dunno. Lisa put it on. I’ve been too sleepy to really pay attention. You can put something else on if you want.”

Jungkook shifts, reaching for the remote and starts idly flipping through the channels to find something to watch and you feel your eyes getting heavy again as you listen to his heart beat. Jungkook’s perusing is interrupted by the frantic pounding from someone at your door. He frowns, glancing from the direction of the door to you. 

“Are you expecting anyone?” When you shake your head, Jungkook adjusts you so he can get up. “I’ll be right back then.”

As he makes his way to the door, the knocking starts again and you frown, wondering who could be so insistent. Your friends are all at work or in class, with the exception of Jungkook who’s on babysitting duty. And you and Lisa rarely get unannounced visitors. It’s silent for a moment when Jungkook opens the door and it makes you worry enough to push yourself to your knees to glance over the back of the couch. 

You’re about to call out to Jungkook, ask him what’s going on when Seokjin frantically rounds the corner and you feel like all your breath has been knocked out of you. Seokjin freezes when he sees you, his mouth dropping open, you don’t know if it’s from shock at how you look or if he also feels like all the air in the room has been sucked out. You vaguely register a door closing somewhere, you assume Jungkook must be leaving, but your focus is so taken by Seokjin that the building could fall around you and you wouldn’t notice. 

You take a shuddering breath in and you’re overwhelmed with the scent of Seokjin, potent and real and the lingering scent left on his shirt is nothing compared to the richness of it as it fills the room. You choke on a sob and Seokjin is suddenly moving, crossing the distance between the two of you and enveloping you in a nearly crushing hug, but you can’t find it inside yourself to care how tightly he squeezes. You bury your face in his chest as tears leak from your eyes, feeling lighter and happier than you have in nearly 3 weeks. You hear Seokjin murmuring into your hair where his face is pressed against, but your body is buzzing too much for you to hear what the words are, only able to focus on how comforting the words feel on your frayed mind.

You don’t know how long the two of you stay like that, but eventually Seokjin pulls away. When you make a distressed sound, he strokes your cheek to sooth you.

“Shh, it’s okay. I’m not going anywhere. I just need to see your face.” With that, he finally sits fully on the couch, pulling you into his lap. His hands come up to cup your cheeks, holding you in place as his gaze flits across your face for a few moments, like he’s trying to memorize everything. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, princess.” He coos, pulling your face closer to pepper it with kisses. 

You squeeze you eyes shut, willing yourself to stop crying, but your nerves have been so fried lately that you’re completely convinced that you’ll never stop crying. Seokjin continues to murmur to you, though the words themselves have lost all meaning and you just let the cadance and sound of his voice work as the balm your soul has needed these past few weeks. He pulls you back in and you bury your face back into neck to take in his scent, a small part of you fearful that you may never get to again. 

Eventually, he adjusts your position, drawing your attention to the fact that when you look up, he’s saying your name with an incredibly fond smile.

“What?” You croak.

He chuckles and presses a kiss, two kisses to your cheek before responding. “I’ve been saying your name for a few minutes. You back with me, love?”

Your whole body heats at pet name. “You have?” You question, you can’t tell if he’s teasing or being serious. 

He gives a little nod. “It’s okay. You seemed like you were enjoying yourself so I’m not too upset.” 

The teasing tilt of his lips speaks of so much fondness, you can’t help it when you lean forward to steal a kiss of your own from him. “What were you saying my name for?” You murmur, reluctant to pull back from the kiss. 

“I like saying it. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard.” He grins.

You nudge him playfully, cheeks heating from a mixture of embarrassment and pleased happiness. “Stop that. That’s gross. What did you want?”

He tightens his arms around you briefly. “We should talk. There’s… kind of a lot that we need to go over huh?”

You sober slightly, but the thought of not touching Seokjin makes you feel physically ill again. You shift, keeping your legs throw over his and both hands wrapped in his. By the look on Seokjin’s face, this seems to be the furthest he’s willing to let you get from himself, not that you’d let yourself get much further from him anyway. 

“We should.” You agree, nerves on edge. You assume, hope, that since he’s here, that he won’t let go of you, that this is meant to be a good talk. That it’ll end the way you want, that you both hopefully want. 

“So… We’re mates.” He begins, stops, seems unsure of what else to go on, but your heart soars at him calling you mates. He seems a little uncomfortable and you find it incredibly endearing that a big powerful alpha and CEO can’t seem to get his feelings out to his mate. You decide to let him suffer a little longer with his stuttering before granting him mercy and taking over the conversation.

“We are. If you want to be. I… certainly wouldn’t be opposed to it.” You give him a shy smile.

Seokjin seems a little blindsided, but he quickly gets past it and his face lights up in a brilliant smile. “Of course. I can’t think of a more perfect girlfriend than you.”

You raise an eyebrow and you can’t help teasing him a little. “Girlfriend, huh?” Seokjin sputters, trying to come up with something but you laugh, putting a hand over his mouth. “I’m teasing. But I’m not going to be your girlfriend unless you ask me properly.”

He pulls you close again, lips barely brushing yours. “Will you,” He pauses, kisses you. “Be my girlfriend?” He finishes, lips still against yours.

You let out a giddy giggle. “Yes, of course, you silly alpha. My silly alpha.”

His thumbs run over your cheeks. “I’m sorry I let you get so sick. I should’ve realized. I shouldn’t have left. I’m so sorry.”

You shush him, putting your hands over his. “Hey, no. It’s just as much my fault as yours. Don’t blame yourself. You couldn’t have known. They were such strange circumstances. It’s okay. I don’t blame you Seokjin.”

He gives you a small grateful smile, like it’s something that’s been truly weighing on him before he seems to realize something and groans, head thumping back against the couch. You’re about to ask what’s wrong when he speaks. “Oh no, this means I just paid nearly a million dollars for a girlfriend. The guys are never going to let this go.” 

You smother your laughter, tapping his nose to get his attention. “Well actually, you paid that much for your mate.” You give a mischievous wink to him. “But I’m sure you can convince her to share all that wealth with you again. Minus whatever she needs for school.”

His eyes darken. “Oh? Do you think she’d be that generous to give some back?”

You nod, tapping your chin thoughtfully. “Of course, if she has you now then she doesn’t really need that much money.”

Seokjin hums and it sends a shiver down your spine. He leans closer and you feel like you’re prey, you feel exhilarated. “And just what do you think I could do to convince her to do something like that, hm?” He purrs in your ear, finishing with a nip to your earlobe. 

You shudder, biting back a moan. “Oh, I’m sure a smart man like you will think of something.” You laugh as you push yourself off his lap and make a dash for your room.

He lets out a noise of surprise before you hear the sound of pursuit and just as you reach your bedroom door, you’re scooped up by him and turned so he can pin your back to the wall. He grabs your thighs to force your legs around his waist and you delight in the press of his cock against you, even with all the layers separating it from where you want him most. You moan, head thumping back against the wall.

“Now now, princess. It’s not very nice to run away from your alpha now is it?” He chastises, breath warm against your neck.

You swallow, squirming to get a little friction and relief, but he pressed his hips more firmly against you, halting your movement. You whine, low and needy. Seokjin nips your neck.

“I believe I asked you something princess. It’s not nice to run away is it?” You shake your head and he nips you again. “Use your words like a good girl.”

“No, it’s not nice, alpha.” 

He licks up your neck, nips your jaw, presses a quick kiss to your lips. “Good girl.”

You try to squirm again, whining. “Alpha, please. Need you. Missed you, Seokjin.” He rubs your sides comfortingly. “It’s okay princess, I’ll take care of you. Always.”

He pulls his hips away just enough to slip his hands into your shorts, fingers finding your dripping slit. He groans, lips finding yours as he slips two fingers into you. He pumps them a few times before you quickly grow restless, turning away just enough to speak.

“Not enough. Need your cock, please.”

He chuckles at your neediness and how much it mirrors his own and aquiesses easily enough to your request because he doesn’t think he could prolong this that much anyway. He pulls his fingers free, undoes his pants just enough to pull his dick out and then tugs your shorts and underwear to the side just enough to slip in. He slides in to the hilt and pauses there, panting. 

“God you really were made for me.” He groans. “Fuck, I’m never letting you go again.”

You nod happily. “Yes, yes. Please move.”

He complies, starting a fast pace that leaves you feeling like this is your first time all over again with how overwhelming it is. You’re already remarkably close to cumming despite the fact that not much has been done and you have an inkling on what exactly will tip you over. You let your head drop to the side.

“Jinnie. Seokjin,” You wait till you have his attention. “Alpha claim me.”

His eyes flash and there’s no hesitation as he dips his head down to pepper your neck with kisses. A moment later, you feel teeth and then the wetness of blood as he pierces skin. You gasp, back bowing as everything becomes more intense and the feeling of Seokjin’s tongue as he cleans the blood from your claiming mark is the last little push you need to push you over the edge. 

You shudder, moaning his name and fingers gripping his shirt tight enough that you feel it rip. Seokjin slows his thrusting to let you ride out your orgasm and once he senses that your not too sensitive, he resumes his fast pace, chancing his own high. You feel exhausted but the unmarked skin of his neck is like a magnet and you gather what strength you’ve got left to sink your teeth into his skin to leave your own claiming mark. 

Seokjin growls at this, getting a couple last rough thrusts before he cums, shuddering under your hands as you lick the blood from his neck and a moment later you feel his knot. Your head drops back against the wall and you groan weakly, hips rocking slightly as you stare dazedly at the way your mark stands out against Seokjin’s skin, feeling whole and content. His head rests against your shoulder, breath puffing against your collarbone as he struggles to catch his breath.

Your blissful bubble is burst a few minutes later when you hear the front door open. “Y/n!” Lisa calls and she sounds distracted, Jungkook must not have informed her that Seokjin came by. Your mind is lagging too much to connect that this is about to be bad if you don’t respond. “I know you told me to go to class and I did… Well one class. But I was worried, and nothing against Jungkook, but I’d just feel better if I were the one watching-” She cuts off abruptly as you hear something drop to the ground. “Jesus fucking Christ!” You glance over, body flushing in embarrassment at not even having been able to make it to your room. Lisa has her hands over her eyes and body turned away, backpack lying on the ground at her feet. “Really! You couldn’t have like, I don’t know, fucking warned me? Jesus, gross. I think I’m scarred for life now.” There’s a heavy pause before Lisa snatches her phone out of her pocket and storms off. “I’m going to fucking kill Jungkook. The little fucker could’ve texted me. He’s so dead.”

Seokjin’s shoulders shake beneath your hands and you look back to him to see him struggling to hold back laughter. You bite your lip, his laughter making you want to laugh. You poke him. “Shh, Lisa will kill you.” You whisper, little snickers escaping as you.

He looks up at you, eyes sparkling with joy. You can’t resist the urge to lean down and peck him on the lips. He grins before he adjusts his grip on you and moves you both carefully to your room.

“We’ll text you when we’re decent and it’s safe to come back Lis!” You call as Seokjin giggles.

“Pass! Think I’m just going to move out! It’s not safe here anymore!” You hear her call back a second before you hear the front door slam. 

You and Seokjin both finally dissolve into laughter as he closes the bedroom door. He sits gently on the edge of your bed and gives you an apologetic smile when you squirm slightly in his lap.

“Sorry about knotting you. I… I couldn’t really stop it after you bit me.”

You run your hands through his hair affectionately. “It’s more than ok, babe.”

His eyes flutter closed, leaning into your touch as he hums. “Careful princess, or it’ll happen again.”

You grin, grip tightening slightly. “I certainly hope it happens a whole lot more, boyfriend.” You tease. 

~8 Months Later~

You shrug the black robe on over your dress, adjusting it so it lays properly. The dress is new and you’re excited for Seokjin to see it, you refused to let him come with you to get, instead choosing to make the shopping trip a girls day with Lisa and the others. You stare at yourself in the mirror for a moment before there’s a knock and then Lisa’s opening the door, her own robe on. She grins as she lifts her cap. 

“You ready?”

You grin back, excited that the year is over and even more excited for what’s to come. You grab your own cap off the dresser and follow her out to put your shoes on. 

“Is Seokjin meeting us beforehand?” She questions, straightening up.

“No, he said that he’d meet us after the ceremony. He knows how hectic it is beforehand and said that we could have the time to just ourselves.”

She nods and you leave, joining your fellow students headed to graduation. 

“Y/n!” You turn just as Jimin’s arms wrap around your middle and he lifts and twirls you with glee. “We did it! We’re college grads!” He crows with delight. 

You giggle and slap at his shoulder. “I’m aware! Put me down! I’m unsteady enough in these shoes!”

His spinning slows to a stop but you remain held aloft. You squirm, glancing down to see the faux pout on his face, ruined by the smile he clearly can’t keep away. You raise an eyebrow after catching movement behind him. 

“I’d put me down if I were you.” You smirk.

“What’re you gonna do about it?” He taunts.

You tap your chin thoughtfully for a moment before shrugging. “I won’t do anything.” A flash of confusion colors his expression but before he can pose any sort of question, you continue. “But Taehyung certainly can.”

As soon as the name leaves your lips, Jimin’s expression falls, eyes widening in panic. He doesn’t get so much as a word out before fingers dig into his sides and he lets out a startled yelp, finally dropping you. And you’re positive you’d have fallen on your ass if Lisa hadn’t also been with Taehyung and is there to steady you when you were finally freed. You shoot her a grateful smile as you watch Taehyung’s merciless tickling of Jimin, the two rolling on the ground.

“Well at least they don’t need the robes anymore.” Jennie snarks, also joining the two of you in watching. 

The rest of your friends slowly join in watching the two wrestle, finally being able to part from family so that you all could be together on such a momentous day. A few moments later, you feel a tug in your chest and you whip your head around, scanning the crowd a second before Seokjin appears with a grin and call of your name. You see Yoongi, Namjoon, and Hoseok trailing along with him. You abandon the conversation with your friends in favor of meeting him halfway,  flinging your arms around his neck as you beam.

He gives you a quick peck. “I’m so proud of you.” He murmurs, one arm snaking around your waist. 

When the other doesn’t join it, you frown and pull away slightly, following his arm to where it remains tucked behind his back. You pout. “This seems like an inadequate proud greeting.”

He chuckles, pulling his arm out from behind him and presenting the flowers he was hiding to you in a flourish. “That’s because I had a surprise.”

Taking them, you hold them close to smell, marveling at their beauty before giving Seokjin a kiss of your own. “Thank you.”

“You two are gross. Can you not in public?” Yoongi grouses from beside you, but you know it holds no heat.

“That doesn’t sound like a good way to be introduced to my friends, mister.” You snark back, sharing a conspiratory look with Seokjin.

“I can’t believe it’s taken so long for you to introduce all of us.” Hoseok chimes in as you begin to make your way back to rejoin your friends.

“We were busy, had to finish college and you guys have a business. And schedules just never really worked out. Plus Hoseok, you actually already know Jimin.”

Hoseok perks up at that. “The dance student Jimin, right? He’s your friend? Wow, small world.”

“Hey guys!” You announce, waiting to have your friends attention. “These are Seokjin’s friends, Hoseok, Namjoon and Yoongi. Guys these are all my friends.”

Everyone starts talking over each other then to introduce themselves and share stories and you grin, nudging Seokjin. When he looks at you, you nod your head towards where Yoongi stands frozen. Frozen, and staring at Jimin. 

Jimin appears to be completely oblivious to the alpha currently staring him down, instead, he’s busy regaling the others of a story from one of Hoseok’s dance classes. Seokjin goes to say something but you hold up a hand to halt him. He gives you a questioning look but you wave him off. You move around the group till you reach Jimin, now finished with his story and you lean in to whisper in his ear, pointedly looking towards Yoongi when Jimin gives you a wide eyed look. He sheepishly follows your glance, quickly looking away when his eyes meet Yoongi’s intense stare, cheeks quickly heating. 

You give him a kiss on the cheek and a wink as you move back to Seokjin, who wraps an arm around you.

“You didn’t talk for long, are you sure that’ll be enough?” He questions. 

You observe Jimin for a moment, who’s talking to Taehyung but you see his eyes darting to Yoongi every so often. You grin. “I did just enough. Give it a second.” You give Seokjin a wry look. “Are you doubting me?”

He kisses your forehead. “Doubt you, love? Never.”

A moment later, your prediction proves right as you see Jimin say something to Tae before he’s shyly making his way over to Yoongi. You want to laugh because you’ve never seen Jimin be genuinely shy around an alpha a day in your life. Maybe you should get a picture so you can tease him later, payback for all the teasing you got over Seokjin.

You turn to Seokjin. “See? Told you.”

He hums, other arm coming up to join the first. “I do. I should never doubt you.”

You smile fondly as the two start talking, it’s stilted and awkward but you know they’ll get going on their own soon enough. You and Seokjin had taken a little while to realize that the omega that Yoongi was hung up on was Jimin. It wasn’t until Hoseok had guest taught again and Yoongi went with, with the excuse that he wanted Hoseok to use one of his songs for the dance and he wanted to see what the dancers came up with, and Yoongi mentioned the omega who ignored him again was there. He was vague on details, but Hoseok had gushed happily about one of the students in the class and how amazing they were. You’d asked their name and he’d told you Jimin.

When you’d asked Jimin about the class, he’d revealed that besides him, the only other omegas in that class were women. When you’d told Seokjin that Yoongi was pining over your friend, you got genuinely worried that he hurt himself with hard he was laughing. You asked about setting them up or setting up a group meeting to let them meet in a place where Jimin isn’t in dance mode, but Seokjin said no. When you pressed he said that letting Yoongi pine a little would let you both see if he was serious or if he was just infatuated because Jimin ignored him once.

You think they’re also mates and that the only reason they haven’t realized yet is that they’ve only met in the dance studios, a place that’s overwhelming in the mix of scents that it’s nigh impossible to pick out individual ones. So you’d agreed to wait until graduation to introduce them, which meant that all of your friends had to wait to meet the others otherwise it would have never been fair to Jimin. You’re a little glad you did because the way Jimin is glowing while talking to Yoongi tells you that they’re gonna be fine.

You look up at Seokjin. “Now, as much as I love my friends. I’d much rather we go celebrate alone before they invade your apartment to party.” You grin.

“That doesn’t seem like a very nice thing to do.” 

You quirk an eyebrow. “Oh?” You fiddle with the zipper on your robe. “So you don’t wanna see the dress I bought alone first?” You tsk in mock disappointment. “And here I thought you’d want to. You were so sad that I wouldn’t show you.”

He swallows, gaze dipping to stare at your fingers and what you might be hiding beneath the robe. “I…”

You tug it down just enough for him to get a good eyeful of your cleavage. “It’s blue you know.” You smile sweetly. “I figured since it’s your favorite color…” You give a small shrug as you trail off, starting to turn back to your friends. 

You feel Seokjin’s growl against your chest and grin in victory seconds before he’s hauling you away from your friends. 

[lesdreams-author]

Pregnant Lisa (part 4) even more angst and graphical description. I'm sorry.

L: " the baby. How is the baby?'

Jean can feel in the air, in the heaviness of the room the answer. Her face, wet with tears crumbles even more. Her heart shatters.

She knows. She knew since she saw all that blood, since she woke up to her wife barely conscious bleeding on the sheets.

She knew but still...

B: "I..."

Barbara chokes in the world's, stammers in a answer that will cement their grief.

B: "I'm so sorry ..."

Her sister says, choking up, spluttering trough obvious tears.

Lisa shivers in her arms, breaks down into a pieces, inconsolable. Jean hugs her, envelops her arms around her, cries silently in her shoulders.

L: "...no..."

Lisa says, chokes, cries. Her voice is hoarse, broken in the pain and tears.

Jean bites her lips, tries to contain the uncontrollable sob inside herself.

L: "no, the baby....My daughter...she can't! Barbara, she can't-!"

Jean feels a metallic taste in her mouth, teeth breaking the skin of her own lip. Her hands shakes, trembles and her heart crumples. She feels like her very soul is wounded right now, her pain, their pain, too much, too deep, too raw to bear.

B: " I'm so sorry ... There's no realistic scenario where the baby could survive. She already lost too much blood."

And oh, Jean thought...Jean thought that all this blood was from Lisa. She imagined something was wrong with the baby but ..to know this whole blood, all this blood is from her little baby, from a being so small...

A sob comes free from her mouth, warm tears dribbles through her face, her nose runs and she can't stop herself. She can't.

Her baby girl is dead.

(╥﹏╥).(╥﹏╥).(╥﹏╥)

J: "I wish we could see her."

They are in the headquarters, having lunch together on their break.

Lisa is seated, picking the salad on her plate. Lately her wife is struggling with the foods, well, the food she usually likes to eat.

She is only three months pregnant but she is having a hard time with the foods. Her stomach lately only wants greasy, meat stuff. And Lisa, well, she is insisting their baby can't control her.

It's a lost battle, Jean wants to say but keeps quiet. Let her wife learn alone. Also she doesn't want to hear Lisa nag her.

L: " wait a few more months and we will."

Lisa says, sighing and reaching for the barbecue dish. Jean already knew it would happen, so she asked Amber to get extra dishes in the Cat's tail.

J: " it's too long. I just want to look at her, I just want to know she is fine."

Lisa smiles at her, a loving and warm smile.

L: " unfortunately there's no technology able to do it in Teyvat. But she is fine, love. The doctor said so."

J: " I guess..."

She answered a pout on her lips. Since she knew about the pregnancy she has been dying to see their daughter, to just look at her and know there she is indeed there, growing little by little inside her wife.

Only a few more months.

She says to herself, heart thudding inside her chest, hopeful, anxious to meet the baby she already love.

༼;´༎ຶ ۝ ༎ຶ༽.༼;´༎ຶ ۝ ༎ຶ༽.༼;´༎ຶ ۝ ༎ຶ༽

B: "c'mon, Lisa. You need to deliver the baby."

Jean is seated on the bed, Lisa between her legs. She holds her wife, kisses her shoulder and tries to be strong. But it's so hard, so, so hard.

Lisa is sobbing, crying her eyes out not only because the pain but because she is delivering a stillborn.

What should be a beautiful moment, a emotional instant where they would be anxious to meet their daughter, turned into a nightmare.

Lisa needs to deliver the baby so they can stop the bleeding, can make sure she doesn't bleed to death too since she is deeply tied to the baby.

L: " I can't-!" She sobs again, chokes in tears, in air that seems like a punishment to they. Because their baby couldn't even taste the air before going away, she couldn't even see they. " I can't do it!"

Barbara has been trying to deliver the baby for a few minutes now, helping Lisa who seems too weak, too worn down to make it.

B:" you need to!" She says, forceful, getting their attention to the urgency in her voice. "You need to deliver her. If you don't....You will not make it!"

And Jean can't imagine lose Lisa too. Can't imagine a life without her baby and her wife.

J: " Lisa-"

She sobs and the brunette shakes her head.

L: " I can't, Jean. I can't. It's hurts too much i-"

B: " think of your daughter! Don't you want to see her!?"

And it's a low blow because of course they want to. They have been dreaming about it for months, maybe for their whole lifes. But their live is dead, unresponsive to the world, to their love.

Lisa cries, a raw thing that drills her heart, kills her soul.

B:" c'mon, you are a strong woman, Lisa. You can do it!"

And Lisa tries, oh Jean knows she tries. She screams, she forces herself to go through it, she breakers even more in her arms.

Jean breaks with her, eyes red, sunken in despair.

B:" it's almost there, Lisa. You are doing great."

And...Ah...Jean breaks again, again and again because this...This should build they with anticipation not dread.

༼;´༎ຶ ۝ ༎ຶ༽༼;´༎ຶ ۝ ༎ຶ༽༼;´༎ຶ ۝ ༎ຶ༽

J: "you doing great, baby."

L: " ugh, you going to annoy me like this!"

Lisa snaps and Jean blushes.

She doesn't know what to say besides repeat the same thing over and over.

They are in the church, a class to new parents and their teacher put all students to emulate the birth moment. The partner role is to calm down the mother but Jean can't find the right words.

J: " I'm sorry, my love. It's just...It's a lot!"

L: " well, it's a lot for me too! I am the one delivering a baby."

Jean looks at her and can't stop herself from say:

J: " technically you aren't deliverying anything right now, it's just an act "

Lisa rolls her green eyes and smack Jean's arms, a smile tugging her lips.

L: " geez, I'm serious here. Try to feel the moment."

J: " ugh, why don't you say what you want me to say to you? It's better this way "

Lisa huffs and then sighs.

L: " just hold me, just show me your love. Anything you say will annoy me, I'm sure of it. I'm not good with pain."

And Jean promese to her wife she will do like this, she will do whatever she can to support her through this beautiful moment.

༼;´༎ຶ ۝ ༎ຶ༽༼;´༎ຶ ۝ ༎ຶ༽༼;´༎ຶ ۝ ༎ຶ༽

Lisa can't continue anymore, she is clammy, her arm's skin is cold and sweat. Jean fear for the worst.

Barbara got Lisa to push until the head appeared but she can't continue anymore, she just sobs hoarsely, eyes dropping every now and then.

J: " Barbara-"

B: " I know..."

Her sister voice is serious, somber. Jean fears....Fears her wife is going away too, that she will follow the love of her life.

B:" I'm sorry, Lisa...It's going to hurt."

Lisa seems so out of it that she doesn't even reply, she just screams in agony when her sister reaches between her bloodied legs.

Jean can't look, she can't watch it, so she curves her face and sobs silently in between Lisa's shoulders, hold her so she can't hurt herself even more.

It's after so much pain, so much sobs that Barbara sighs and look at they.

B: " she is out." She looks in between Lisa's legs, to the little bloodied thing and swallows. " I'm going to stop the bleeding and we should go to the hospital."

Jean nods but her eyes are in the small bundle in the bed, still, unmoving.

Her daughter was born but there's not crying, there's not happy tears, there's not moving legs and arms, there's no warm in this room. Just the smell of blood and the taste of despair.

...to be continued.

[2018shawn]

confusion on real vs. fake feelings while fake dating shawn that culminates in a “Are we on a date right now?” moment

so i kinda switched this a lil because this is just what came out lmao....

being best friends with shawn meant watching him travel the world and most probably forgetting about you. it also meant watching him live his best life, even if that meant hooking up with an uncountable number of different girls. additionally, it also meant getting him out of the bad situations by claiming you to be his girl when some obsessive girl tried to hit on him in the club. 

on this particular night, shawn pulled you out of the club, the sound of 90s r&b booming through your ears and the feel of light pellets of rain thrashing against your shoulders. shawn was much taller than you, just like he was with most people, but even more so because you’d decided to wear your hi-top vans to one of the most popular clubs in town. you fumbled with the lock of your bag, trying to lift the flap open for what you assumed shawn had dragged you out here for, “cig?”

he watched down at you as you fumbled in your bag, raking around for firstly, the lighter and secondly the pack of cigarettes you always had on hold for when you went on a night out. unable to say anything, he let you continue to fumble, knowing just how much you’d always have his back. whenever he’d had one too many to drink, he craved a cigarette, and although he hated to admit it, he craved you. he took the tobacco stick from you, hoping it would crave at least a little of the feeling he had in his heart. “shawwwwwwwwwn, there you are!”

the whiny voice instantly made you roll you eyes and blow out a sigh of frustration, all without putting a face to a name. there was no voice more annoying than this girl; the girl who had been pining over him all night and begging for attention. shawn looked at you with a pathetic smile just as you’d finished rolling your eyes, holding your cigarette in between your lips. 

“hey...” he started, far too polite for his own good, because if it was guy doing it to you, you’d be straight up knocking him out, right about now.

“what do you say we get out here?” she giggled, throwing her arms around his neck, almost knocking the poisoned stick from his mouth. 

all he could do was shoot you a look of hope, a look that begged for saviour as he muttered a string of innocent words that would hopefully keep the young, desperate girl happy. he tried offering her his drink, his cigarette, even tried offering the shirt off his back, all to which she declined, telling him she’d rather just take him instead. he shot you one final last desperate look and you sucked in your cigarette hard, before putting on your best bitch face and bratty voice. “ok. i’ve tried to be nice, but fuck the fuck off.”

the girl looked at you with such confusion it could have made mona lisa burst into laughter before she scoffed, “and you are?”

“his girlfriend, so here...” you handed her a cigarette, even having the nerve the light it for here, “do us both a favour, and leave.”

she looked at shawn, as if for approval, and all he could do was stare at you with a prominent smirk, admiring the most ballsy response you’d ever had to one of his conquests. when he shrugged at her, she grunted, muttering something about a privileged pop-star, only to leave you and shawn laughing like a couple of teenagers who’d snuck out on their first night out. “can we...” his eyes rolled up from the floor to meet yours, glazed vision and one too many vodka lemonades taking over your body, “get out of here?”

shawn propped his arm around your shoulder the entire way to the pizza place. there was more than five pizza places on the way, but he wanted to make sure you ended the evening with your favourite cheesy-mushroom garlic break that only marco’s pizza place could serve. you almost felt nervous as he let his fingers brush against your skin, but suddenly reminded yourself that he thought you were his friend and nothing more. he shoved you into one of the two booth’s when you entered the shop and although you tried to shove the money in his hand, he refused and continued to walk up to the counter and wait for you order.

as he looked over to the booth, he smiled at how you giggled innocently at the instagram or snapchat stories that you played on your phone, almost so much, he didn’t hear the served hand him your pizza. he took the 12" cardboard box, the smell of garlic and mozzarella filling his senses as he slid into the booth opposite you. “what’s funny?”

you re-watched the video before looking up to him and folding open the pizza box, allowing a fast stream of hot steam to separate you both, “brian posted that girl trying to get off with your ear.”

shawn was only annoyed because it wasn't you trying to get off with him. no matter what girl clung onto him, he always wished it was you. he tried to pretend he was cool with it, like any girl trying to get off with him was a normal occasion, but when you replayed the video for the (at least) ninth time, he grabbed your phone from your hand and slammed it onto the table. “what the fuck?!” you screamed, hands instantly grabbing your phone and checking your 21st century baby.

he couldn’t even spit out that he was sorry, because he wasn’t. he didn’t want you to see another girl attached to his hip. he didn’t want you to think he was into someone else. he didn’t want you to think he was making a move on someone, unless that someone was you. he eventually caved, after you’d took another bite of pizza and started scrolling back through your phone, “i’m sorry...i just.... hate seeing things like that. i especially hate you seeing things like that.”

“why?” you simply asked, cheeks full of pizza and body full of alcohol. 

“because...” he sighed, reaching his hand out for a slice of your pizza, to which you’d normally slap away, but given his puppy dog eyes and crazy curls, you nodded, “i just wanna go on a normal date. with someone i actually like...” he didn’t know if the alcohol was finally sinking in or whether there was some brave juice in the pizza, “like someone who will get a pizza with me at 2.56am. and offer me cigarettes even though neither of us smoke. and save me from crazy girls.”

you swallowed what you thought was a whole mushroom, trying your best to concentrate on the words he’d spoke. he was most definitely describing you, but whether that was tipsy you speaking, you didn't know. “if that’s your idea of a normal date, we’ve had about 8.”

“are we on a date right now?” he asked, wanting nothing more than to quit the whole joke and take you on a real date, with flowers and champagne and pizza that was only made in italy. 

“you deicde.”

shawn tag: @imaginashawnns @fallinallincurls @mendesficsxbombay

[psycho-slytherin]

Strangers ch. 41

Two weeks after finding the photo, you’re not doing well. Yoongi’s determined to change that. 

Pairing: Idol!Yoongi x Actress!Reader

Word count: 2.3k

Genre: fluff, angst, idk anymore?

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“Y/n, you do have to go to class.”

You gulp. You’ve been dreading this call- and Yoongi is staring at you. “I know, Mom.”

Your mom sighs over the phone. “Are you planning on dropping out? You’re still registered for classes.”

You wrap the blanket tighter around yourself, refusing to look at the other person in the room. Yoongi’s sitting quietly, waiting for you to finish your call. “I-I’m not dropping out!”

“When I agreed to let you go to Seoul Arts, it was with the promise that you’d keep up your grades and partially support yourself with a job.” Your mother’s tone is sharp. “And, Y/n. Not or.”

You bite your lip, your hand trembling to the point where you almost lose your grip on the phone. “I’m acting- I’m making money.”

“For now. How far can you go without a degree?”

You inhale sharply. You can feel that familiar tightness spread throughout your chest. “Yes, Mom.”

“Oh, here you go again. Don’t ‘yes, mom’ me. I can’t fix your life for you, Y/n. You’re lucky I’m friends with the dean’s friend’s boyfriend’s sister. How else would I have found out you haven’t been to class in almost two weeks? It’s not like you would talk to me about these things.”

“Yes, Mom.”

“I’m serious, Y/n. I even tried calling Lisa to ask what was up with you, since you never answer my calls.”

Lisa. Your throat feels tight, and suddenly you can’t breathe. Luckily, your mother doesn’t notice your silence:

“I mean, she didn’t answer, but still! What about your exams, Y/n? You’re going to have to repeat the year! You might as well just come home.”

Your eye twitches at her words. “No.” You’re not going to go home– not now, not ever, and especially not while Lisa’s still missing. 

You hear her click her tongue over the phone. It’s a sound more familiar to you than your own name. “Can you at least tell me why you haven’t been going to classes?”

You look up and meet Yoongi’s eyes. “It’s a long story.”

“I’m sure it is,” your mom says huffily, and you fight the sudden urge to hang up. “Well, that won’t do. I’m cutting you off.”

You blink hard, your throat dry. “What?” Surely it’s an empty threat– even with Moon Over the Sea, you can’t afford rent and the Seoul Arts tuition on your own. Your mother has to know that. “Mom, you can’t–” Yoongi must hear the anxiety in your voice because he catches your eye, asking a silent question.

“I can and I will, Y/n. Because this is what you wanted, right? You’ve done nothing but push me away.”

You can feel that yes, Mom on the tip of your tongue. And yet… “Because you were suffocating me!” You explode. “God, you’re even cutting me off just to control me, ‘cause you want me to crawl back home and admit I need you. You know what, Mom? You have the worst timing. Cut me off– maybe I will drop out, but I’m not coming home. I have bigger things to worry about.”

“Y/n L/n–” But you don’t hear the rest of her words, because you hang up with as much force as you can deliver to a touchscreen. Despite the blanket wrapped around your shoulders and your space heater on full blast, you feel the cold in your bones, and the muted panic that accompanies the familiar sensation.

“Y/n?” Yoongi says gently, sitting on the edge of your bed.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” you whisper, curling up on your pillows.

“I wasn’t going to ask. I was just hoping you’d eat something.” He motions at the takeout he brought over hours ago, and which you’ve left untouched. You’ve barely moved at all, and if you weren’t such good friends with Yoongi you’d feel embarrassed for him to see you in this state.

Despite the fact that you’ve eaten nothing today, your stomach churns at the thought of putting the food in your mouth. “I’m not hungry.” 

Yoongi sighs, pursing his lips. “Okay. Want to go outside?”

“It’s late.”

“That’s never stopped us.”

“I’m not in the mood.”

“You haven’t been in the mood for more than a week.”

“I-” your head drops to rest on your knees. “She’s still missing.”

“I know, Y/n.” Yoongi reaches out gently, as though you’re a frightened deer, and begins rubbing calming circles on your back. “But living like this… you’re not helping anyone.”

You feel tears filling your eyes. “I’m not helping anyways. She’s missing, and I’m useless.”

“Thanks for bringing this in, Miss L/n,” Detective Kang said, sliding Lisa’s laptop into a labelled evidence bag. You felt a rush of guilt. Did it count as obstruction of justice when you were only trying to find out what happened? Yoongi had copied the photo to his phone- was that breaking the law? “So, has Lisa tried to contact you again?”

You shook your head. “Radio silence. I’ve tried calling and texting dozens of times– nothing’s getting through.”

“Okay. Please let me know if you hear anything from her. Adults aren’t considered as high-priority as missing minors, but…” Detective Kang stared intensely into the distance. “We’ll find your friend.” He turned away with the laptop under his arm, and at that moment you spoke up.

“There’s something else.” What was the redheaded girl who pushed you into the river doing on Lisa’s laptop? If she knew Lisa was connected to you… it meant that your best friend could be in real trouble.

Detective Kang was eyeing you curiously. “Go ahead.”

But if it turned out to be nothing… you would be in trouble for messing with her computer. And– shit– so would Yoongi. “Nothing. Slip of the tongue.”

“Alright. Ms. L/n, I’m sure Lisa is safe. The most important thing is that you leave this to the professionals.”

And now, two weeks after turning the laptop in, there’s been no word from Lisa or Detective Kang. After unlocking Lisa’s computer during that movie night, you began seeing the redheaded stranger around every corner, and leaving your apartment has become more and more difficult; what if she finds you and tries to finish what she started? All you know is that Lisa and the redhead are connected, which puts both you and your best friend in danger. After all, the first time the stranger attacked you was before you and Yoongi’s fake relationship. Who knows what she’d do now? 

You’ve stopped attending classes altogether– leading to the argument with your mother– and you know you should return, but you can’t bear to go back to the place where you and Lisa spent so much time together. You haven’t even begun looking for a new manager. 

“Want to watch a movie?” Yoongi says eventually, clearly noticing you’ve gotten lost in your thoughts again. 

“I’m good.” You rub your eyes, suddenly exhausted. “You should go home, Yoongs.” If your mother really has cut you off, you’ve got a lot to think about– and some choices to make. For some reason, Yoongi remains motionless.

“Do you remember the last time you didn’t take care of yourself, Y/n? You ended up in the hospital.”

His words send you tumbling back to the night, that night when you fainted after kissing him. The boys had visited you, and then Lisa stopped by, and then you were discharged, and… 

“We wanted to deliver a message,” the redhead had said. “A message from the rest of us: you’re not welcome.”

And the push, the water, the cold, the blood, the cold, and Yoongi… 

“Y/n!” You’re jerked back to the present when you feel a callused hand rest on your own. “Hey, take a breath. You’re safe.”

Are you?

Yoongi continues. “I just meant I was worried about you, dork. You’re not eating. I don’t want you to pass out again.”

You look at Yoongi, and you can’t help but long for the relaxed days before, well, everything. Before Lisa disappeared. Before you got messed up in the head. Before Twitter decided it wanted your blood. When you and Yoongi could be yourselves and enjoy your friendship without so many invisible barriers.

Although before… you admit to yourself, I was lying to him. Now you’ve told him the truth, and everything’s gone wrong.

“I wish…” You slump forward to rest your forehead on his shoulder. Even though you haven’t left your bed today, your limbs feel drained of energy. But Yoongi’s warm, and he smells like cinnamon. “I wish we could go back.”

“Oh, Y/n-ie.” Yoongi resumes rubbing your back, his hands and voice impossibly gentle. “I wish I could take your pain away.”

“No, I-” you swallow thickly. “You’ve done so much for me, Yoongs. If only I were stronger.”

“After everything you’ve been through, the fact that you’re still here makes you stronger than I’ll ever be.” He chuckles as though he’s touched on some inside joke. 

“What’s so funny?”

“Just reminds me of some lyrics I’m writing. I think you’ll like-” Yoongi’s interrupted by his buzzing phone on your covers. He glances at the screen briefly, then does a double take, his eyes widening. “Ah- I gotta go.”

“O-Oh.” You watch as he stands quickly, nearly knocking your curled-up form over. “Is everything alright?”

“Yep.” Yoongi pauses. “Just a BTS meeting. I’ll call you tomorrow, okay? Please eat something.”

You bite your lip. You know his work is important, and you can barely believe he’s even managed to spend this much time with you when he’s so busy being a part of the biggest band in the world. Still, to be alone again in such a silent world… You grit your teeth and force a smile in response to his hurried farewell. The door clicks shut behind him and before long, your only companions are the yet-unending stream of notifications. They’ve gotten better, but you’ve long since accepted your status as ARMY villain:

@k-news: according to #MOTS costar @cutie-jeongyeon, @yourname has missed three days of filming. Trouble in paradise for #YoongiAndYn?

@superarmylockXO: torn between wanting yoongi to be happy and wanting to protect him from @yourname hzksdfkskdf #YoongiAndYn

@jinswitchybitch: why is anyone still hating @yourname lmao even @captainkookie21 left her alone so let them date #IdolsArePeopleToo

@namtiddieswhore: I’ve stayed out of the #YoongiAndYn discourse so far but no one can tell me @yourname is not totally toxic for #SUGA! She’s using him for fame I want to vomit :,( still excited for #MOTS tho

You’re too tired to summon the anger that you used to respond to that hater on the last day you saw Lisa, the anger that nearly led you to hit Jeongyeon. You’re too tired to feel anything except cold. And when your eyes at last flutter closed, your dreams are filled with swishes of dyed red hair, rushing water, and Lisa’s whispers.

~~~

Yoongi has barely stepped out of Y/n’s apartment before he presses his phone to his ear. “Hey.”

The reedy voice of an old friend makes him smile. “Hey yourself, Gloss.”

“You know that’s not my name anymore, D.” Yoongi chuckles as he walks out of the front door of Y/n’s apartment complex, spotting the car already running on the darkened street. He slides into the car and the chauffeur nods at him, waiting for a direction.

“Yeah, as if I’m gonna call you Suga.”

“Yo, you said you got what I needed?” Yoongi asks D. 

“Hell yeah. Man, it’s been ages since I got to do shit like this, thanks for the call.”

“Thank you, dude. I’ll send the money to your account tonight. What’s my location?”

D tells Yoongi the address he’s been waiting for, and the chauffeur pulls away from the curb. “Gloss, bro, why’d you want to know? Who’re you fucking around with?”

“Nothing important… but I’ll throw in an extra five hundred if you can track a phone number for me.”

“Sheesh, man, whatever you want. I remember when you didn’t even have fifty to throw around, let alone five hundred.”

Yoongi smiles. “I’m the same kid from Daegu, D.”

“I know that… how about the rest of the world?”

“Text me when you’ve got what I need. I’ll send you the number.”

It’s nearing midnight by the time Yoongi tells the driver to stop, about a block away from his goal. The address is close enough to the edge of Seoul that single-family homes have begun taking over apartment buildings. He pulls a mask over his nose and mouth, his glasses and hat completing the incognito look. 

“Get ready to leave as soon as I come out,” he instructs the driver. “And if I’m not back in half an hour, call the bodyguards to come find me.”

The driver nods affirmative, and Yoongi takes a deep breath. He has to do this- for Y/n. The couple minutes he takes to walk from the car to the front door are all he needs to reassure himself of that. He knocks three times on the door, checking that the address is the same. 

The door at last swings open, and a sleepy voice rings out. “The fuck…? It’s so late!”

Yoongi breathes a sigh of relief. The girl who answered the door matches the photo on his phone. Dyed-red hair, thin lips, double eyelids. So it must be…

“Hello.” Yoongi places a heavy hand on the door to keep the girl from closing it on him. “Nice hair. You must be Seoyeon… and I think it’s time we chat about a mutual friend.”

[angelkurenai]

Imagine Dean meeting you when he was living with Lisa and being unable to get you off his mind because he fell hopelessly in love with you, more than with any other woman. So much that he wants to spend the rest of his life with you.

“Dean?”

His body froze, it felt like everything automatically shut down. Every single cell stopped functioning. Or maybe, it felt as if everything came back to life but he was so used to feeling empty- no, even better, he was used to his heart feeling empty and constantly longing for that one true and unconditional love he never actually got to himself from a significant otherthat he thought he heard it wrong. That this was his wildest dream finally having taken up so much of his mind that he was seeing it with open eyes too.

“Dean?”

But then he heard it again and he just could swear it couldn't be a dream or his hopes getting the best of him. He could recognize that voice and the way it spoke his name anywhere in the world, simply because no other person could make his heart leap like that to his throat. He could recognize it anywhere because even after all these years he had no forgotten how it sounded. Not after countless nights of dreams filled with that sweet voice saying his name in any and every way beautiful way possible. Not after countless nights were he woke up panting, his heart soaring in his chest until he looked by his side and the bed was empty. Not after countless nights spent only with the a deep longing to have you in his arms and an equally deep disappointment when he realized it was all just a dream. He only held onto those dreams and the beautiful memories to keep him going.

But he couldn't admit it, especially not after all these years.

“Dean, is that you?” it was soft, barely spoken above a whisper.

As much as he didn't want to look like an idiot, his body instinctively felt the need to turn and look in the direction it came from, as if every fiber in his body was pulled towards you. Part of him feared it was his own wishful thinking but when he actually looked into those eyes, all air was knocked out of his lungs just like that first time.

“(Y/n)?”

“Oh my gosh.” you clasped a hand over your mouth, the small breathless laugh managing to swip him right off his feet “It's really you.” you went to hug him but stopped mid-way, your smile falling a bit just like his heart which craved the hug so bad. But he understood your reasons very well, he had just vanished into thin air and never gave you a reason why, you probably didn't even want to see him again “I'm- I'm sorry if I'm interrupting, I guess that you probably wanna be left alone or someth-”

“No” he breathed out faster and more urgently than he ever had in his entire life “No, no by no means. It's-” he let out a small shaky breath “It's really good to see you.”

And, despite not knowing the whole truth that slipped into his words, you let out a sigh of relief and smiled “It sure is very good to see you again too, Dean. I- I missed you.”

The fondness in your words and softness in your voice, the way you smiled at him and your eyes shone again in that beautiful pure way made you look like the ray of sunshine he had met years ago and still believed shone brighter than the sun itself. He didn't even realize it when his lips pulled into a smile of their own that had never felt more real, the wrinkles that appeared by his eyes proving it. His eyes moved back and forth, taking all of you in as if you'd disappear any given moment, yours doing the same.

He only gazed at you, taking in every small detail and compared it to the image in his head that he felt so sad to admit had started to fade from his made. Or it wasn't at least as sharp as he wanted it to. He savored every small change and similarity, feelings that not many things had changed the more he got to look at you. You were and, proved, you would always be gorgeous. And very so capable of taking his breath away.

You didn't mind it when he didn't speak, even silence with Dean had always felt so comfortable. Nor minded the funny looks you got from the man standing next to him, whom in all honesty you hadn't looked at for more than 5 seconds. He looked back and forth at the two of you, shifting a bit in his place. He earned your attention, making you blink and you gave him a polite smile which he returned. You looked at Dean as if asking for him to introduce you, but he was still so caught staring you that he had to clear his throat and give him a look in hopes that he'd get it.

Dean blinked, looking at him and then back at you “Oh uh yeah. Right. This uhm this is Sam. Sam, this is (Y/n). She's... a friend. A really good friend.”

The younger Winchester couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at his brother, but the whole scene before him had seemed surreal so he went with it anyway. He extended his hand for you to shake just like you did “Nice to meet you (Y/n).”

“It's great to meet you too, Sam.” you offered him a smile before a small frown formed “Sam. Like- like Dean's brother? You look a lot like him, at least based on Dean's descriptions. But I- I thought you- you lost him, didn't you?” you glanced at Dean.

“No, yeah. Of course. This is just-” his eyes widened, almost having forgotten that he met you when Sam was in hell and he... well, he was with Lisa.

“I'm a colleague. Of Dean's.” Sam offered a tight-lipped smile, putting you a bit more at ease “Wilson. Sam Wilson. Not-not someone that came back from the dead.”

“Of course.” a small laugh left your lips “Of course, that would make a lot more sense than the dead rising. That- that was so stupid of me to ask, I'm sorry.” you shook your head.

“No, it's- it's fine.” Sam said a bit awkwardly, when he realized his brother wasn't going to say a word anytime soon “You two know each other?”

“We-” your eyes met Dean's for a brief moment “We're good friends.”

“Friends?” Sam questioned with a small laugh of his own and very soon it dawned on you.

“Oh oh no, just- Just friends. Friends. Well, maybe Dean is maybe a big fan of my pie too, so there's that.” you shrugged with a small laugh and he smiled, nodding his head.

“Sounds like him.” he nodded his head “You- you live in the town, (Y/n)?”

“Yeah uh been livin' here for a couple years now. Got a job offer I couldn't say no to and even got my own house, not the dog yet sadly but I'm planning on it. 'S all good. It's stable. You guys are here for work or something? Wh-what is it that you do now?”

“It's uh well- it's-” Sam struggled to come up with something, his brother's awestruck state not helping especially since he was the one that apparently knew you the best. Did you even know about the life? You seemed like someone Dean would tell everything to about himself but at the same time someone far too important to put in such danger. And you didn't seem like a hunter.

“You look great.” much to Sam's surprise Dean finally spoke and in a way helped in the situation.

Your eyes jumped to meet his eyes, slightly wide as a small tint of red dusted your cheeks and Sam was sure you had instantly forgotten all about your question; especially as Dean looked at you with such a warm and tender gaze. You looked down a bit shyly, smiling back up at him as you whispered a bit nervously “Well, I'm still as you remember. Nothing special b-but thank you. You- you look good too. I even-” you bit your lower lip “I thought I was never gonna see you again.”

“I- I wish things would have been different. I never wanted to leave like that and it's certainly nothing you did wrong. I was just-”

“In a bad place, I know.” the real understanding in your words and eyes instantly put his worries aside and his heart to rest. Well, sort of. It still skipped beats here and there. “I know, I don't blame you. I don't have the right to. It just makes me really happy to see you again.”

Dean shook his head softly at your words at first but as his lips parted for him to speak, no words came out because he didn't get the opportunity too. Your phone buzzed and as you checked the message your smile dropped, as did his heart. “My- my friend. I was supposed to be at her place after grocery shopping and-”

“You gotta go.” he couldn't help the disappointment that slipped both in his features and voice. His smile totally vanished. It was all too good to be true, and it was true, as it was. Didn't mean it would last long.

“I really wish I could stay longer. I'm- I'm so terribly sorry.” you whispered, the sadness that slipped into your voice was impossible to miss. It sort of made him feel better and, well, more hopeful. Because he wasn't the only one that wished this small moment could turn into forever.

“'S ok, princess. It's not your fault.” he shook his head, voice still tender as he gave a reassuring smile. It was far from ok, at least for him. After so long he'd gotten a real and deep breath of fresh air and he just wasn't ready to drown in the darkness that surrounded his life again. He wasn't ready to look away from those breath-taking eyes. “It was still great to see you after all this time. We- we should get going too, I guess. We'll just-” he couldn't swallow over the lump in his throat, the nervousness making everything even harder “We'll be in town for some time , if- if you-”

“I'd love to see you again.” you breathed out faster than you had in your life before and his shoulders relaxed a bit, the corners of his lips lifting into a smile “My house is not far from here. The town's small anyway and you can get there by foot. My weekends and evenings are usually free a-and I'm sure I've got-” you searched through your bag for the small pen and pad you kept, scribbling your number quickly and tearing the piece to hand it to him, his hand holding yours for a second longer than it was appropriate.

You tried to hide your smile, Dean holding his own breath, before you slowly pulled away and whispered a bit shyly and hesitantly “I- I'll just- wait for that call?”

“Sure thing.” it was breathless, like a small prayer, the way he'd whisper your name in his sleep or when he was alone in his bed at night. And now that prayer, that wish he hadn't dare admit wanted so bad to come true, stood before him and in his hand. And he didn't even hear the words himself from how loudly his own heart was beating in his own ears. A heart that he could swear stopped beating when a bright and wide smile spread on your lips and with a swift move you fell into his arm and hugged him.

But he knew that like a prayer, it was only something his soul craved so bad but his body would never get, he wasn't deemed worthy of you. So like every prayer, he just whispered the words for a second time with more pain as he cradledyour body in his arms.

“Sure thing.”

~*~

“Alright-” Sam cleared his throat, snapping his book shut and looking at his brother straight in the eyes – almost, at least, because the older Winchester refused to look at him just like he'd been doing for the past hours. Hell, he'd even volunteered to do extra research so that he could avoid the topic. “I've had enough with it. Spill.”

“Don't know what you're talkin' about.” he only mumbled, typing mindlessly on the computer. He had been doing so for hours and he knew that he'd be doing so for many more. Because it was all just images passing through, hell only colorsand words that didn't record for a split second. The only thing he could really see was your image, every detail, every small move and expression you made was forever imprinted in his mind.

“Oh you know very well what I'm talking about but you're just really good at hiding it.” he crossed his arms over his chest “What is it, Dean? What's the story you're not telling me?”

“Nothing.” he muttered, eyes still on the screen “No story.”

“No story? And you looked at each other like that? Come on, Dean, who are you fooling. Look if you don't wanna talk about I- I get it. I really get it and you could just tell me you don't want to and I'll accept that. I'm not trying to pry but I just-” he let out a small sigh “I have never seen you like this. Never. A-and I'm not saying it's a bad thing, no, it's actually so good I- I guess I only-” but he stopped himself.

His smile fell when he saw his brother had not even looked up at him and his smile fell “So that's how you gonna keep it up huh? Fine. Let me make another question then.” he straightened his back “When are you gonna call (Y/n)?”

At the mention of your name Dean's eyes jumped up to meet his brother's, his breath getting caught in his throat as he Sam smirk in satisfaction at the reaction he got. Instead Dean only let out a heavy sigh and as much as it hurt him to say it out loud he did, in a gruff voice “I won't be calling her, Sam.”

“What?” Sam's eyebrows shot up, surprise actually taking over his features “Why? I thought that you and her were- With the way you looked at each other I- I expected you to be trailing after her right then and there. Heck, she seemed like she wanted you to. What was it with you two that didn't-”

“There is no two, Sam.” he nearly growled, bitter but not with his brother “There never was a two in all this, and there was definitely no (Y/n) and I. We-” he felt his throat tighten.

“Dean?” this time he got worried and a bit sad “If you're scared that getting involved with her will put her in danger because of the life then- it's not worth losing something so... important. If you did it once then-”

“Yeah well that's the freakin' problem. I never did it, Sammy.” his voice nearly cracked “I never got the courage, I never got the chance. When I said there is no story I meant it. (Y/n) and I were never- we were never together. We were just friends... we, I guess, still are. And that's good, it's the way it should be. She doesn't- she's good, she's just so good she doesn't deserve this.”

“B-but how?” Sam blinked, truly perplexed “I- I thought- The way you acted around her isn't- It can't be just- That's not what you want, I know that.” his eyes moved back and forth and when he saw Dean clench his jaw and look down at the beer in his hand with such bitterness, he realized there was something more “Dean... what is it? There's something you're not telling me.”

His lower lip trembled and a shaky sighed escaped his lips “When I met (Y/n), I- I was in a really dark place. Everything had crumbled down. But that wasn't what's stopping me, no. She was- Gosh, Sammy you should have seen her. Right there at my door with that breathtaking smile, beautiful sundress, hair a mess from the wind, sparkling eyes and a smile that shook me to the core. Looked like she was the sun itself, heck even shone brighter. And I wanted that warmth so bad, I need it but I couldn't be-” he choked on his words, shaking his head and taking a bis sip of his beer “I never could. Because.... I was with Lisa.”

Sam's frown disappeared and his eyes almost widened. His shoulders fell and a small gasp left his lips “Oh no.”

“Apparently, oh yes.” Dean muttered bitterly, taking another swing of his drink “I was with Lisa and all I could think about was the girl that lived right down the street. But I- I couldn't stop it. Hell if I tried, Sammy. I knew it wasn't right a-and I knew Lisa didn't deserve a guy who-” he dragged a hand down his face “A guy who sleeps next to her and dreams about someone else. I- I didn't want to be that guy but my God, I couldn't get (Y/n) out of my head. They way she made me feel, I have never-”

But he stopped himself before he could get too carried away. Instead of feeling emotional he focused on the anger and disappointment he felt for himself “I slept with Lisa and all I could see was (Y/n)'s face. I tried to find so many excuses but I-”

“Do you think she knew? That they knew?”

“I never told (Y/n) a single thing. You saw it yourself, she has no idea. But Lisa-” he pursed his lips, shaking his head “We fought many times, and not all of them were about hunting or your return. I- I think she might've realized something or at least sensed it. I don't know, she seemed jealous many times that's for sure. And I just know I wasn't the same anymore and it showed. But we- we never-” he shook his head, swallowing thickly.

“I never even told her, she was too good for that. I- I couldn't make her the mistress, the other woman. Wasn't right for her but I... I was on the verge so many times. Showed up at her doorstep drunk many times too and she always took me in, Sam. Always. And she never asked a single thing. I never knew how she did it, but I guess it was what stopped me. She-” he rubbed his eyes “She had been cheated on before and told me it was one of the worst things that happened to her. Kept repeating how lucky Lisa was to have me because I would never do something like that to her. I just- I couldn't, Sammy.”

“And you... felt this way about her but never told her? Because of Lisa?”

“I- I honestly have no idea anymore.” he breathed out shakily, avoiding Sam's eyes “All I know is that (Y/n) was a story that took place only in my mind and it's better if I just leave it to-”

“Dean” Sam said much more firmly this time “No, just no. You can't leave it like this. Seeing her again must have meant something, it must have-” he paused “C-can I ask you something? If- if it came to... choosing. If it came to choosing between Lisa and (Y/n), if it came to having to be with just one, if you could go back in time and change it all... who would it be? Do you even know who you'd chose?”

Dean's lips parted but no words came out. His lower lip trembled and he closed it again. He looked out of the window for a good few seconds, as his eyes got glossy. He clenched his jaw and turned to face his brother, no words being needed for Sam to instantly under his answer.

His eyebrows shot up and a small gasp left Sam's lips “Oh wow.”

“In a freakin' heartbeat.” Dean breathed out in a raspy voice “Faster than a blink of an eye. I'd just- I'd take her, all of her. I'd grab her a-and even run away, Sammy. From all of this. I- I would take that leap into the unknown. I'd do it all better, I would be better for her. Everything she asked me. I would it all for (Y/n). Without a second thought.”

“Well-” Sam smiled softly at his brother, pushing Dean's phone closer to him “Here's your second chance.”

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                        matching pairings & annotations under the cut!

                                             Youtube (x) Spotify ( x)

Buffy / Cordelia / Willow

*  Cloud 69 // Lowell

I'm like dynamite / need a cheerleader / let me throw you down / while I look at her / I'm like "Oh my god / I think I need a girlfriend"

*  Crazy // Au Revoir Simone

you knew me, wanna love to lose and to lose again / seems we're either giving up or giving in / but, uh, you girls, you drive me crazy

Willow / Tara

* There’s a Girl // The Ditty Bops

there's a girl that you might know / she's a friend at least I tell you so / but it might surprise you to find / there's something going on behind the door

* Horizon // Luna Blake 

you tower over me / you are sky and I am sea 

* Truthfully // Lisa Loeb

truthfully, I really can't explain / I'm floating, I'm smiling again 

* Room // Palehound 

she comes over / growing like a clover / in my room / in my room

* Sugar in a Pie //  Erin McKeown

love me sweet like a sugar in a pie / kiss me deep with a dreamy little sigh

Faith / Buffy

* Damn, I Wish I Was Your Lover // Sophie B. Hawkins 

that old dog has chained you up, alright / give you everything you need to live inside a twisted cage / sleep beside an empty rage / I had a dream I was your hero

* Hologram // Katie Herzig

I'm gonna let you down / gonna toss you around / gonna make you want everything you haven't found / I'm gonna hold your hand / then ask you to stand / ten feet away

* Buy her Candy

she's a famous / she's the best / I cannot lay / my heart to rest / she is selfish / she is kind / no one can say / she is mine

* Nights with you // MO

I'll take you out tonight / leave it all at home / don't care about your boyfriend waking up alone

* Portions for Foxes// Rilo Kiley

'cause you're just damage control, for a walking corpse like me, like you (S6 Fuffy edition)

* Last 2nd Chance // Vaughan Penn 

this is the last second chance I’ll ever need / this is the last time you’ll hear sorry from me

Buffy / Cordelia-

* More like you // Hazel English

I could waste all of my time / thinking up ways to catch your eye / and I tried but it just didn’t feel right / and besides I'm just trying to get by

* She // Dodie 

and I'll be okay admiring from afar / cause even when she's next to me / we could not be more far apart  (late S1 - mid S2 coffy, either pov)

* Can’t / Naaz 

in my mind / I can be what we choose / but in life / we can't stand in those shoes

* Midway // Bad Bad Hats 

the shadows you were casting nearly swallowed the night /  but god, I could have kissed you (I imagine this as the night Cordelia drops Buffy home in Helpless or sometime in mid-late S3)

* Touch //  Shura 

I wanna touch you but I'm too late / I wanna touch you but there's history / I can't believe that it's been three years / now when I see you, it's so bittersweet  (if either had showed up in L.A or Sunnydale after Buffy was resurrected)

Tara / Buffy

* If I Could // Sophie Zelmani 

If I could help you with /  this part of life you've got to live /  you could load your weight on me

* Our Eyes // Lucy Rose 

I'm alive / I feel it now / I never knew I'll find it on you / out of line we got ourselves / in a look, wait we are not fine / wait, you are not mine 

* Wire // Alessi Ark 

I'm tired of walking this wire / it keeps me awake for heaven sake / I was made for this girl / I feel lonely / my friends don't seem to know me / like i thought they did

Willow / Cordelia

* Upper West Side // King Princess

I can't stop judging every thing you do / but I can't get enough of you

* Then If I’m Weird I Want to Share // Tender Forever

people told me / that you're too sexy / you're too sexy for me / but actually I just don't care / I think it's bullshit everywhere

Buffy / Willow

* Loners // Maddie Ross

one night alone in the bookstacks / summer to make all the kids sad / next fall we're back in the corner / nice girls love kissing the loners

* Ray of Sunshine // Go Sailor 

yellow hair, fiery stare / nothing's right, 'cause she's not here tonight 

* Explosion // Zolita 

it's a mindless love affair / one hot mess of bleach blonde hair / I could kiss her but your lips taste better / you could kiss him but my words are sweeter

* Sweet Moon // Sundarta 

when the world is big and I’m alone / I call you and I am home

Faith / Tara

* Will You Be My Girlfriend // Alanis Morissette 

I guess I fall and you stay intact is that right? I guess you hear me and won't attack me, is that right? guess I reach out and you reach back, is that right?

* Not gonna Get Us // T.at.u 

soon there will be laughter and voices / beyond the clouds over the mountains / we'll run away on roads that are empty / lights from the airfield shining upon you (teenage runaway mehane)

* Love you Anyway // Jil Nisson & Marlene

I know what you've been getting / coz I sure got it too / don't, don't you forget it / the damage they do

* Walk The Line // Halsey

I keep a close watch on this heart of mine / I keep my eyes wide open all the time / I keep the ends out for the tie that binds / because you're mine, I walk the line

Willow / Amy

* Wherever We Are // Human Life

after the day we're chasing the sun / farther away the faster we run / feet on the ground our head in the stars / finding the sound wherever we are

* When We’re High // LP 

let’s swallow the moon and the stars / let’s wallow just right where we are

Amy / Faith

* Whiskey & Black Leather // Sapphic Lasers

some they want a girl next door / but that ain't what I'm looking for / I first saw your lips across the room / red like a blood moon

* Her Lover // Ally & Stevie 

she is like a cat in the dark / and then she is the darkness

* High Enough // K Flay 

don’t try to give me cold water / I don’t wanna sober up / all I see are tomorrows / oh, the stars were made for us

Cordelia / Anya

*  Only a Girl // Gia

soft touch, warm skin / nothing like my ex-man / slowly falling, I don't want my next man

* I Don’t Do Boys // Elektra 

I don't do boys, I just do girls / just do girls with style and class / I don't do boys, I just do girls / just do girls with kissable ass

Fuffy / Radison

* One More // Elliphant 

stay with me tonight / we can count the street lights / stay with me alright let's bring it all back to life (bad girls & smashed shennanigans)

Dark Willow / Anyanka + Darla / Drusilla + Lilah / Cordelia (Jasmine possessed version)

* Glory & Gore // Lorde

delicate in every way but one, / God knows we like archaic kinds of fun / chance is the only game I play with / baby, we let our battles choose us 

“ Your Lips are Red // St. Vincent

this city's red / this city's red from riding us into the ground / this city's black / this city's black from all the ashes in downtown

Willow / Anya

* Wishful Thinking // The Ditty Bops 

when the cold and lonely hours put your heart to the test / maybe I'll be the one that you like best (S7 Rosekins)

* The Happy Song // Kate Miccuci 

'cause isn't it nice to have the friends that you do? / and isn't it nice that the sky is so blue? / and isn't it nice to say "I love you"? (the cheery & matter -of-factly style of this song reminds me of anya)

Faith / Willow

* So-Called Str8 Grrrl // Gina Young

I think you want me / you know you want me / so why do you talk shit about me

* She’s so Lovely // The Butchies 

she's a rocker dressed like a killer / she's got lips like wine not sugar 

* Sum of your parts // Mary Lambert

I didn't know I was a phoenix till I learned how to speak / even with ashes in my mouth I was still born to breath / I wonder are you like me

* All I Want is To Be Your Girl // Holly Miranda

Well there's ghosts in the night and ghosts in my mind / and if we quit changing we'll be left behind / but I won't take another chance of screwing it up / so I stay where I am / but all I want is to be your girl

Buffy / Satsu

* Cliff’s Edge // Hayley Kiyoko

you turn me on / you lead me on / you got me on / a cliff's edge (satsu’s pov)

* One Night // Charlie XCX 

you are somethin’ special / twenty carats, solid gold / what we had was precious / but I had to let you go

Cordelia / Lilah

* Short Skirt, Long Jacket // Larkin Poe

I want a girl with a mind like a diamond / I want a girl who knows what's best I want a girl with shoes that cut / and eyes that burn like cigarettes

Fuffy + Willow / Kennedy

* We Might be Dead by Tomorrow // Soko

give me all your love / ‘cause for all we know / we might be dead by tomorrow

Kendra / Buffy

* Eleventeen // Kimya Dawson

you may feel strange, well, you are an angel / stuck in tight pants stuck at a high school dance / stuck doing people things not knowing you have wings

* Supergirl // Anna Naklab

you can see in her eyes / that no one is her chain / she's my girl / my supergirl

Cordelia / Faith

* Can I Say Baby // GIRLI 

can I say baby? / I don't wanna be soppy / but I like your style / think you're kinda cool / I'm sort of into you

* Rebel Girl // Bikini Kill 

rebel girl rebel girl / I think I want to take you home / I want to try on your clothes

* Flowers and Rope // Princess Nokia

voices in my head, monsters under my bed / I'm alone again, I lost all my friends / wanna play pretend? hope this never ends

Fred / Faith

* Whiskey // Nicole Reynolds

you accept that i talk too much / i accept that you talk too little / but it's fine / i like a good riddle

In the Margins // Ani Difranco

you are a rare bird / the kind i wouldn't even mind / writing in the margins of my books

Willow / Kennedy

* Pretty Girl // Hayley Kiyoko 

I can tell you’re real smart / world class piece of art / I can see you in the dark / all we have to do is start

* Let it Go // Allie Moss 

darlin' you see / the fear in me / and how I'd finally be / if I were willing to let it go

Buffy / Anne

* Annonymous Club //  Courtney Barnett 

let's start an anonymous club / I'll make us name badges with question marks

* Hideaway // IVY 

under stars and satellites / a thousand miles / from where we've been

Willow/Fred + Buffy/Tara

* I Was Made for Sunny Days // The Weepies

I was made for sunny days / and I was made for you

Faith / Kennedy

* Crimson and Clover //  Joan Jett & the Blackhearts 

ah, now I don't hardly know her / but I think I can love her

“ Honey // Kehlani

I like my girls just like I like my honey; sweet / a little selfish

Cordelia / Fred

* Genius // The Murmurs

she's kinda weird / she's kinda freaky / but I don't know / I think she's a genius

* There she goes // Sixpence None the Richer 

there she goes / there she goes again / racing through my brain / and I just can't contain / this feeling that remains

[darkpetal16]

Pride & Humility - Chapter One

Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood Fanfiction

Genres: Gen, Friendship, Family, Adventure, Hurt, Comfort

Summary: “Friends look the other way. Best friends eat the body.” -Selim B. The story about an innocent and disturbing friendship between homunculus and human. Old soul OC. Surprisingly wholesome. 

Warnings: Violence, gore, death, excessive child abuse, profanity

Beta: Taintedletter

Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood. Elizabeth belongs to Midnightwishes, but I will be borrowing her for this journey. 

Next Chapter

This will be my only beginning A/N.

This is a tribute story to Midnightwishes. I wish you all the love and happiness in the world, and hope you’re able to enjoy your next great adventure. Rest in peace, sweetheart.

This story was originally going to be my very first fanfiction, but I lost motivation when I lost my friend. I made a hard switch to the Naruto/Pokemon fandom, and found it difficult to return to FMA.

When I clearing out my drop box, I found this old story again, and… well, here we are.

This story is a slow build up.

This is NOT an EdOC, AlOC, or RoyOC story. I am perfectly happy with their canonical pairings.

Note about canon / AU: This is to clarify the established canon in my story.

In the manga / wiki it’s stated that Pride is able to adjust the age range of his container by around 5ish years. I’m going to go ahead and AU it so that he can freely adjust the age of his container to whatever he wants it to be.

Did you know that Bradley’s first name is King? I did not until I checked the wiki, so führer Bradley is named King Bradley here.

Mrs. Bradley will also get a lovely first name, because she very much deserves it: Katherine.

Lastly, King Bradley genuinely loves his wife.

Smart!OC, so if you don’t like reading about OCs with high levels of book-smart intelligence, this won’t be your cup of tea.

This story will eventually be posted on Fanfiction.net and Wattpad, but for the moment it will remain on tumblr until I write enough of it. 

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Death was not the end, nor the beginning. It was a bump in the road, an interlude in the story.

Dying did not mean one ceased to exist, but rather, one’s existence changed.

Memories are not meant to survive the transformation, but there are always exceptions. When taking the first breath in a new body, one can usually remember the last breath in the old body.

But too soon what defined the previous life will fade away, and the new life will be given a (mostly) blank slate.

They’ll likely still retain some knowledge, some experiences, or information too vital to forget. Maybe they’ll remember the face of their lover, or their talent for music. Maybe they’ll be drawn to an old friend, or they’ll retain unexplainable fear over a past lives trauma.

Someone terrified of the ocean might have drowned in their previous life.

A man or women overcome with unshakable insecurities might have been cruelly hurt before.

Regardless, death and birth did not mark the end or beginning for one’s existence.

It simply meant a change in scenery for that soul.

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This is the journey of one such soul being born in a world it was not meant to be a part of.

It, like all the others, knew it had been reborn at first.

But unlike the others, memories of its past lives did not flee right away.

No.

Oddly enough, they stayed for a solid three years. And even when those cherished memories of dear friends and family left the soul, knowledge remained.

Knowledge of math and science.

Of medicine.

And of an undeniable, insatiable thirst for more.

More knowledge.

More adventures.

More everything.

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Elizabeth Luxanna was born to the estranged daughter of a retired general. The daughter, Hannah Luxanna, had eloped with a simple farmer after a bitter argument between her father—Crow Luxanna—and mother—Isabella Luxanna.

Hannah enjoyed over a decade of blissful marriage before her husband tragically died from an unknown illness. To make matters worse, Hannah was pregnant, and they had lost their home in a terrible fire.

With nowhere else to go, Hannah returned home to find her mother already dead, and her father consumed with bitterness and regret.

Crow accepted his daughter back with great reluctance, and the time leading up to Elizabeth’s birth was filled with despair and grief for Hannah.

The young woman’s heart gave out after birth, and she left her only daughter orphaned.

Crow Luxanna adopted his granddaughter, but he did so with a thoroughly broken and blackened heart.

He did not know how to handle her.

He did not want to handle her.

So he hired plenty of servants to take care of her for the first year of her life, and dismissed them shortly afterward.

Next came tutors.

So soon? Some might ask.

But Crow Luxanna did not want to raise a granddaughter. No, he wanted to force her to grow up as soon as possible and send her out.

Ideally into the military.

And when Elizabeth Luxanna began to show exemplary intelligence, and whispers of a prodigy started to arise, Crow Luxanna finally took an interest in his granddaughter.

And what a shame, that was.

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Grandfather Crow was a short, well-dressed man. He was a proud retired general, and had high expectations for all those around him. Rules were meant to be strictly adhered to, and when boundaries were pushed too much he enforced harsh punishments.

He wasn’t one for social visits. Not even for his last living family.

Elizabeth was quiet, well-behaved, and completely devoted to her studies. It became blatantly apparent early on that she had difficulty connecting to her peers, and after enough incidents her grandfather forbade other children from entering their home.

She rarely saw anyone aside from her tutors.

Especially Grandfather.

Which was why when Grandfather told her to eat dinner with him, she was surprised.

Thankfully, he cut straight to the chase and explained why he was there.

“The exam you did yesterday, do you remember it?” Grandfather inquired stiffly, his well-groomed mustache quivering as he tried out a smile. It looked terribly awkward on him.

The young girl nodded at his question. After months of completely devouring her lessons, and answering all of her tutors’ questions they had come together and devised an extensive exam for the heiress. It took Elizabeth six hours to complete, and the trio (one for science & math, one for history & English, and one for etiquette) watched her intensely the entire time.

Grandfather tapped his fingers on the table, his dark eyes staring straight through her. “Mm. Yes, well, you’ve exceeded expectations. Your intelligence is remarkable for someone your age, a true prodigy.” Again Grandfather tapped his fingers, and his gaze didn’t seem to notice her anymore. “The military will want your mind, do you understand?”

Elizabeth mutely shook her head.

“They will want you,” Grandfather repeated. “I am a loyal soldier, so I will not refuse them.”

Her brow furrowed as she tried to follow the conversation. “I’m going to be enlisted?”

Grandfather blinked once, now focusing on Elizabeth. “Yes, and no. You are too young, but… But they will claim you one way or another. I want to make sure you survive, and do our family proud.”

“Why would they claim me?”

“You are a talented child, and I am a loyal soldier,” Grandfather repeated. “Retired or not, I would sacrifice everything for my country, for my führer.”

Including you, went unsaid.

“Your mind… yes. It will be good for the military. For Central. You will serve our führer well,” Grandfather Crow said.

There was no permission to be sought out.

There was no debating, or discussion.

Elizabeth knew in her heart that there was no fighting this.

She was a single little girl, who just so happened to be a little good at math and science.

She had no power to refuse.

No confidence to say no.

Even a hint of disobedience would land Elizabeth locked away in her room, with no lights, or food for however long her grandfather wanted.

She had nowhere to go, and no one to turn to.

So Elizabeth swallowed back her nerves and tried out a wobbly (fake) smile. “Yes, Grandfather.”

The retired general smiled. It was disturbing to see. “A mind like yours… They need State Alchemists. Yes, you will do well there. I will hire a new tutor for you.”

“Yes, Grandfather.”

And that was that.

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“I am Lisa Delve,” introduced a middle-aged woman. Her graying hair was swept up in a tight bun, and she dressed very modestly. Her dark blue eyes narrowed when she looked at Elizabeth, and a sneer curled back on her lips. “You are my student?”

“I am,” Elizabeth answered quietly, her green eyes lowering when she saw the plain scorn in the women’s eyes.

She knew then that Mrs. Delve would not be any companion to Elizabeth.

“A big game was talked up about you. Do not disappoint,” Mrs. Delve said, her voice clipped. She turned her back to young curly-haired brunette, and began to draw on the blackboard.

All tutoring was done in the small library, where not a window could be seen. It was dark, dreary, and stuffy.

Elizabeth wished she was anywhere but there.

“This,” Mrs. Delve said as she finished her drawing, “is a basic transmutation circle. Memorize it. I am told you already know your periodic table?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Recite it.”

Elizabeth did as ordered, and the alchemist scoffed. “Speak up, girl. You are the heiress of the prestigious Luxanna family, and the granddaughter of one of our greatest generals. Have you not taken any etiquette classes?”

“I have, ma’am,” Elizabeth said, sitting up straighter in her uncomfortable wooden seat. “Sorry, ma’am.”

“It’s not me you be apologizing to, but your family,” Mrs. Delve snapped. “Have you done any reading into alchemy before this session?”

“Only that human transmutation is illegal, and dangerous,” Elizabeth softly responded. She only knew that because it was mentioned offhandedly in a biology textbook.

But that was fine.

Elizabeth had no interest in human transmutation.

No, what drew her focus was botany and how alchemy could be applied there.

She couldn’t find any concrete information on alchemists who worked with plants. She knew it had to be a difficult science since alchemy applied to any living organism was tricky, but she didn’t think it would be that hard.

Plants didn’t have nervous systems, after all.

And if she could find a way to create hybrid plants, she might be able to invent new species of plants that were more effective than modern medicine.

At least, that was her initial hope.

“Rudimentary. Very well, let us begin. Do keep up, as I will not be repeating myself.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

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Elizabeth Luxanna was largely left alone.

At first, when she was mentally a grown adult who enjoyed her solitude just fine, she had no complaints.

She was an unusually obedient and quiet child, and as long as she was given enough books to read, she didn’t complain.

If she did complain, she’d be immediately locked in her bedroom and forced into isolation for however many days her Grandfather saw fit. Food would be shoved through the slot in the door, and not a single peep was allowed to be heard.

Since Elizabeth was an adult (a very, very old one at that), she was able to comply with these rules without much fuss.

But when her adult memories slipped away from her one night, and she was suddenly left a child without any companionship, being alone started to bother her.

Grandfather Crow was a stern man, and had no patience to raise a granddaughter. All the servants that worked for the Luxanna family were veterans who had to retire premature, and were uncomfortable dealing with Elizabeth.

While she no longer had all the memories that made Elizabeth an old adult, she retained her knowledge of math, science, and other similar topics. She couldn’t explain how she knew what she knew, either, which gave others the wrong impression about her.

At first glances Elizabeth was a child with a seemingly high intellect.

From the Grandfather’s Crow point of view this was to be taken advantage of for the betterment of his country, of his führer. It was an asset to be used to its maximum potential.

But from Elizabeth’s point of view it simply made it that much harder to connect with others.

Children her age didn’t even understand what an electron was, let alone wanted to talk about it.

Adults either didn’t take her seriously, or only saw her as someone to be used.

There was no way for Elizabeth to form any kind of positive bond, let alone a friendship.

For five years she was confined to a bitter home without a single person to care for her.

This made for a terribly lonely little girl.

So painfully lonely she would wish for any kind of friendship.

For anyone to show her even an iota of warmth.

And then came the day that person showed up.

Her only friend.

Selim Bradley.

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Welcome back to my loyal readers, and hello to new ones!

Cover by @cantrona.

Question: Would you open the gates to Truth? What for, and what would you sacrifice?

Reviews are love!

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[nightwingswing]

“STOP THAT WEDDING!” (HR Wells x reader x Harry Wells) Part4

Hello, my lil’ wings! How are you doing? Hope you’re okay!

Thanks to @letyourimaginationrun , @ccorpuz1214 , @pippicchan @srawells @deviandrite , @wennbergbabe , @iamthenightiambatman , @wonderfulmagnificentrose , @geesshoku , @quailey-vail and @alonegirlsadsblogs for comenting! i LOVE reading your opinions and decisions!

Also, answering @alonegirlsadsblog Yes! there will be 2 ends! One for Harry and One for HR. Your idea is great, I’ll consider it, depends on how things go!

And @srawells thank you for your kind words! I’m glad you like this story! I also like Harry, but Hr.. well... I also like making your heart confused! That make this so much more interesting!

So here it is! The 4 part of STP!. In the last poll’s results there was a tien between 2 and 3.

-Scream.II

-Turn around, look at them and hug them. III

-Turn around and kiss them. III

So I wrote the two! 

Also all of you thought it was Harry or HR, well there’s a small surprise for you!

Prequel    Part1 Part2  Part3 Part4 (here it is!) Part5  Part6

Enjoy!

You hummed yours and HR’s song as you entered your bedroom, a pair of arms grabbed you and pulled you towards a hard chest, a familiar scent overwhelming your senses.

You turned around and hugged them, kissing their cheeks.

“Len!  Lisa! It’s been forever!” You hugged your siblings to death.

That’s right, Leonard and Lisa Snart are your (adoptive) siblings.

“I heard you’re going to get married, it’s that true?” Lisa asked

“W-well yeah…I-I was going to tell you as soon as I could, but with all the wedding stuff and the Harry problem…”

“The what?”

“The nothing!!!” You smiled sheepishly as Len raised an eyebrow.

“Well, are you going to…introduce us to him?” Len said.

“Yeah, I wanna know who I have to maim if they as much as hurt you.” Lisa smiled.

“Well, come with me” The three of you exited the bedroom and went towards the kitchen, where HR was making dinner.

“HR, we have company.” You sing-sang

“Oh, who is it?” HR twirled around with the spatula in hand.

“My sibllingsss!!!” You smiled sheepishly, HR’s eyes widened and dropped the spatula, cleaned his hands in the kitchen rag and accommodated his shirt and hair.

“Hi, I Harrison Wells! Everybody calls me HR thought. Pleased to meet you!” HR stock his hand towards Len and Lisa,smiling. The Snarts, only looked at him with an eyebrow raised and a sarcastic smile. “…heh, not fans of shaking hands,eh? Heh” HR smile dropped a bit as you hugged his waist, comforting him. He smiled at you and kissed your nose, as Lisa gagged and Len just glared.

“Do you wish to stay for dinner?” HR asked.

“Yeah, we have so much to talk to!!” You smiled and dragged them towards your counch.

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After dinner, the four of you sat in your counch talking about how were things going, how you two meet, threats to HR’s life, glares and sarcastic coments.

You know, usual Snart stuff.

“They’ll come to our wedding right?” HR asked, and your smile dropped.

“First, I have to talk to the team…” You fidgeted.

“Why?” HR asked.

“You are the only one who knows of our relation.” You looked at HR’s confused eyes.

“And what’s the problem?”

“They-”

“We are the bad guys, the goody-two shoes Flash and I…have a history” Len said

HR’s mouth formed an O at the revelation when suddenly your phone started ringing.

“Sorry! Be back in a flash!” You apologized before went to your room and closing the doors, leaving a nervous HR with your witty siblings.

“Harry, what do you what now” You asked.

“(Y/N),We need to talk.”

“Can’t talk right now.” You said

“(Y/N), I’m serious. We need to talk. Tomorrow, we get lunch together and talk.”

“…Okay, We’ll talk tomorrow. Good bye, Harry”

“Night, (y/n)”

*BEEP*

You sighed and let yourself drop to the ground. Your heart beating fast, your mind clouded with Harry’s kissed and HR’s everything.

“(Y/N)? Are you alright in there?” Lisa asked before opening the door and making you move of your position on the ground.

“(Y/N),, What are you- Are you crying? What’s wrong?” Lisa sat next to you on the ground after closing the door, we don’t want Big Bad Len after every guy you know.

“It-I-Liss” You broke down crying in your sister’s shoulder. She caressed your hair and shushed your cries.

“Tell me (y/n). I’m here for you”

“ It-It started after Harry left. I was so in love with him, but he seemed to hate me. But then, before going back to his Earth, he-he acted so nice, he looked at me with so much love-I thought he was going to love me back. When I-I was going to confess, he just said his goodbyes and l-l-left me. Saying that I could go back with him, b-but I couldn’t leave you and Len, and my friends. I-I-” You wheezed

“Breath, (y/n), in, out, in out” Lisa calmed you.

“Then, I meet, HR. Wonderful, loving HR. He asked me to marry him, via posits all around the city. It was adorable! I-I love him so much! And he loves me back. T-Then I decided, against my best judgement, to invite Harry. And-And he kissed me, he-he said he was so jealous and that he still loved me, that he never stopped loving me. And-And my heart is so confused. I love HR so much! But-But I still have feelings for Harry. And-And my friends found out and they support me, and Harry just called me. Asked me for lunch, to talk.”

Lisa looked at her little sister. Not knowing if she had to hurt that Harry-fellow or not.

“And are you going?” She asked.

“..Yes. I think I have to get my feelings straight.” You smiled at Lisa, the tears still falling. Lisa cleaned your face and kissed your nose.

“I’ll support you in any of your decision.” Lisa helped you up. And hugged you. “I’ll turn them to gold if they as much as insult you. They won’t be safe in any Earth.”

“Thanks Liss!” You smiled as Len opened the door.

“What’s taking you so long? I think your husband isn’t going to make it to your wedding with how much anxious he is. He looks like he’s going to have a heart attack.” Len said

“Well, he wouldn’t if you stopped glaring at him as if you are going to kill him.” Lisa smirked.  “We were just talking, girl stuff. You’re not interested.”

“…Peachy” Len looked at the two of you, suspicious. “Well, let’s go.”

After that all of you ate and talked a bit more before Len and Lisa had to go.

“I hope you come visit soon, (n/n). Mick misses you.” Len said, messing your hair.

“Well, I hope now you include me in all that wedding stuff. I want to help my lil’ sister in her big day! Who knows, maybe you’ll get a golden something! Your big sis’present!” She winked at the two of you. “Maybe I can…buy your ring!”

“Please don’t.” You sweat dropped.

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“Well, your siblings sure are something else.” HR said as he sat in your bed, pulling the covers over himself and opening them so you could enter.

“Yes, they are.” You smiled before sitting next to HR. Kissing him slowly. “Thank for putting up with my brother, he can be… intimidating.”

“Yeah, he sure is. I swear he looked like he was going to kill me in my sleep.”

“That’s not his style” You said before turning the lights off.

“W-What do you mean “it’s not his style”?!”

“Good night, Love”

“(y/n)!!”

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“Good morning, dear!” HR kissed you passionately. “What are you going to do today?” He said as he put a plate with (f/b) in front of you.

“Oh, well. I’ll go with the girls around the mall today and after that I’ll go have lunch.” You munched your breakfast, your cheeks were full like a hamsters!

She’s so adorable! HR thought.

“What are you going to do today?” You asked him, after swallowing the (f/b).

“I will help in the Lab, today. Then I think the boy will take me to go look for a suit.”

“Great! I know you’ll look breathtaking in any suit!” You made HR blush.

“Oh, (n/n)! You know how to make a man blush!” HR smiled shyly before pulling you in a passionate kiss.

“You think you have time for a quickie? “ HR smirked

“I think the girls could manage a bit without me” You kissed HR again, he pulled you up and ran towards your room.

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You and the girls were looking over the rings in Central’s jewelry, All were very beautiful and very expensive.

“Look at this one!” Iris said, showing the most beautiful ring ever. Also the most expensive.

“It’s beautiful…” you said, your fingers caressing the twin rings. “But so out of my league.”

“Can I help you, young ladies?” An elderly woman said.

“Oh, no. Thanks! We were just looking. We have to go, thanks and bye!” You said as you dragged your friends out of the store.

“What was that about?” Caitlin asked.

“Nothing, I-I JUST GOT NERVOUS.”

“Okay, calm down (y/n). Let’s go eat something and then we’ll go see the new sale on your favorite store.” Said Caitlin.

“That’s a great idea Caitlin! I’m hungry and I saw the perfect place to eat.” Iris said

“And where is that?” You asked.

“(F/place)”

“Perfect!”

After a wonderful brunch with your friends, you all went to see the sales on your favorite shops. Trying out dresses, pants… The three of you had a lot of fun, laughing, fooling around the shops. All of you took silly photos in silly outfits, and those later would appear in your social media.

It had been a while since the three of you had so much fun. Time went on so fast than before you knew it …

The time to go meet with Harry had come.

Harry was sitting in the restaurant, waiting for you. He looked to his watch once again, he sighed but then he saw you entering the restaurant and smiling at him.

The light reflexed you silky (h/c) locks, the (f/c) shirt clung to your curves and you (skirt/pants) drove him towards the edge.

“(Y/N).” Harry kissed your cheek.

“Harry.” You greeted him. “ There was something you wanted to talk about?”

“Yes, please. Sit” He pulled the chair out for you and then he sat himself. A waitress came soon after, taking note of your order.

“We need to talk about what happened at the park. What’s been happening since my return to this earth.” Harry took your silence as a go on and continued his monologue.

“It all started when we meet. I was attracted to you, but seeing as I was much older than you, Our different dimensions and my fear of loving again… Jess kidnapping, I was a mess, a mean mess. But I fell for you, every day I found myself falling for your light. You were the light in the storm that was my life back then, I thought “She never will be attracted to me” I couldn’t see, I was so blind (y/n). Then I got Jess back and we had to return home, You could have come with me. Be together, forever. But you couldn’t let your family out of your life. After months of thinking of you every second of my life, I got the news. You were going to marry Harrison Wells. Another version of me. But that wasn’t me, and it broke my heart. I thought I wouldn’t never feel this much pain, but I was wrong, oh so very wrong. I won’t give up, I’ve lost to many precious things in this life, but I won’t lose you too. I want to hold you, to kiss you, to make love to you, be together, have a child, and build our memory lane of precious moments. I want to age with you next to me, together. And die with your face and your sweet voice whispering “I love you Harry” as the last things I see/hear. You don’t have an idea of how much I crave hearing those words of your soft, plump lips. Been able to kiss you without your friends getting angry. Please, don’t ask me to stop trying, to stop loving you. Because I won’t. I’ll never stop, I’ll never give us up. Please, just-just love me again”

What are you going to say, (y/n)?

-No words, just running away.

-Cry and probably confess

-Reject him, Saying it isn’t right.  

[mattbrothersscriptwriter]

My Top 20 Films of 2018 - Part One

Hello people, time to once again resurrect this defunct blog to ramble about some films again. You may notice a trend if you scroll back through.

OK so I saw a BUNCH of movies this year, thanks again in part to some fantastic arts cinemas, film festivals (well, Sundance London and Frightfest) and yet another banner year for Netflix original content. There were many I didn’t catch like A Star is Born, First Reformed, Aquaman, BlackkKlansman etc but for my FULL ranking of all 135 films I did manage to see, as always go to my letterboxd list here - https://letterboxd.com/matt_bro/list/films-of-the-year-2018-1/

Alrighty then, let’s kick things off:

20. A Quiet Place

As a writer who is hugely inspired by high concept ideas with a grounding in genre, it thrilled me no end to see this ‘elevator pitch’ of a thriller do so well, both critically and commercially. Set in a world where making the slightest noise means certain death from these horrifying, Starship Trooper looking motherfucking bug aliens, we follow a desperate family trying to survive and all the hardships that entails when communication is cut down to a bare minimum.

Of course, this film – which in the wrong hands with a lesser script could easily devolve into a Birdemic style mess – has a helping hand right out the gate in both the star power and gravitas of Emily Blunt and the assured (almost TOO assured) direction of co-star John Krasinski. Their performances ground the action superbly (along with the excellent, actually deaf newcomer Millicent Simmonds) and the tension can be cut with a knife for practically the entire runtime. Famously, people’s enjoyment of the film usually came down to how well behaved their cinema audiences were, which is perhaps the most cruellest of circumstances because the irony is that this is a film that simply must be seen with a rapt audience in a huge dark room… but the second anyone breaks the unwritten code of the cinema, the illusion is shattered. Luckily, within the first three minutes, my crowd were practically holding their breath to maintain the silence. And when I felt a sneeze coming on, let me tell you, that was maybe the scariest moment of the lot!

A tense thrill ride with a genuine ‘why didn’t I think of that’ premise, A Quiet Place is another runaway success for modern horror and I truly hope the inevitable sequels don’t fuck with it’s power.

19. Avengers: Infinity War

Inevitable spoilers for the ending of Infinity War below:

The blockbuster to end all blockbusters, this culmination of ten years of the MCU was a huge triumph, somehow managing to juggle a billion characters jostling for screen-time via some savvy scripting and a focus on a core combination of story strands; namely Thor’s personal journey of revenge, the last stand at Wakanda, Tony’s crew misadventures in space and Thanos being ingeniously positioned as the protagonist. For a mainstream Disney movie to essentially end with the villain winning, there were perhaps no bigger statement this year than the words ‘Thanos Will Return’ at the end of the credits, cementing the fact that while we thought we had been watching a fun, superhero greatest hits package, we’d actually been watching the story of an ambitious, driven individual overcome the odds and claim his victory over all those pesky superheroes. Yes, his plan might be insane but you have to hand it to him; he did it. He actually did it. 

This being a comic book movie - with at least a further ten years of comic book movies to come - obviously means that what is done can always be undone but still, this climax provided such a stark (pun intended) resolution that it left half of my audience in stunned silence and the other half in tears.

Outside of the game changing finale, the film has a lightning pace and a whole host of fun set pieces, characters colliding (hello Rocket meets Bucky) and a real sense of... at least occasional... intimacy that somehow doesn’t get completely swallowed up by the spectacle.

18. Annihilation

Now here is a fascinatingly original sci-fi movie that I just was utterly transfixed and terrified by. Much like Jonathan Glazer’s mesmerising Under the Skin, this jettisoned much of the source novel (outside of the general premise and characters) in favour of a stronger focus on the things that a visual medium can really excel at, namely atmosphere, tone and deeply disconcerting visuals/sound design. I quite enjoyed Jeff VanderMeer’s book but this feels like a much more authored and singular vision. Book weirdness has been replaced by movie weirdness and it actually ends up feeling like a true adaptation and if any book truthers are upset, believe me it could have been so much worse. 

A group of scientists, led by a stoic Jennifer Jason Leigh, including Natalie Portman, Gina Rodriguez and Tessa Thompson, venture into ‘the shimmer’, a baffling electromagnetic field surrounding a crashed alien meteor. Each has their reasons for volunteering for this suicide mission and they are soon faced with the simply unknowable machinations of this particular alien biology, leading to some incredibly memorable encounters, not least of which is a nightmarish mutant bear attack. The practically wordless finale is something I WISH I could have seen for the first time on the big screen.

Eerie, haunting and a miracle of mid-budget, practically distribution-less filmmaking, this is one I can see revisiting many times over and I continue to be obsessed over anything Alex Garland is involved with.

17. Anna and the Apocalypse

Now here’s a surprise. And a delight. And a goddamn joyful burst of sunshine in a bleak bleak world. I went along to see this at the Frightfest Film Festival in August and boy did it deliver. It’s a (*huge breath*)  super independent, low budget, Scottish, high school, coming of age, zombie comedy… Christmas… musical! That’s too many things, I hear you say! And normally you may be right but this film has so much heart, so many breakout stars, so many ingenious, human moments, that it transcends the hurdles of it’s genre mashup trappings and actually works dammit.

The film follows Anna (a wonderful, future star in the making Ella Hunt) who falls out with her father (Mark Benton, the heart and soul of the piece) when she tells him that when school finishes, she’d rather go travelling than go to university. Dad being Dad, he’s appalled at the notion and though he clearly has her best interests at heart, their relationship has been strained since Anna’s mother died and this conflict soon gets ugly. Joining her in this teenage angst are her friends; John (Malcolm Cumming), her best friend who is hopelessly in love with her, Steph (Sarah Swire – who pulls double duty as the film’s choreographer) a gay American outcast, Chris (Christopher Leveaux) a struggling filmmaker and Lisa (Marli Siu), Chris’ girlfriend and talented singer. Together, they butt heads with the panto villainy of the hilarious, scene stealing, scenery chewing Paul Kaye as the maniacal headmaster Mr Savage. Then of course, comes the ultimate spanner in the works… a zombie apocalypse.

As the film pivots from charming high school/slice of life melodrama to genuinely threatening zombie horror comedy, we cannot forget about the musical numbers (!), which are all pretty uniformly catchy as hell, singalong ready and really fucking integral to the entire emotional arc. You start out laughing as Anna sings her way to school completely oblivious to the zombie uprising happening behind her but by the time she’s singing a powerful duet with her father during the finale, there won’t be a dry eye in the house either. It’s a credit to the consistent tone and solid performances that the whole thing doesn’t descend into an overlong sketch and it’s the core relationships that make you care and give weight to the heavier moments in the second half.

It’s funny, smart, endlessly rewatchable and bound to be a new Christmas staple but above all else, it earns it’s emotional gut punches, marrying showtunes with real, life or death stakes that the film doesn’t fuck about with or ignore. People die here, sometimes unfairly but that’s the key to a great zombie flick. And if nothing else, you’ve got bad boy Nick (a stand out Ben Wiggins) shepherding his gang of idiot lads lads lads as they gleefully smash zombie heads in whilst singing “when it comes to killing zombies, I’m the top of my class!”. 

The year’s best kept secret and a real hidden gem. Seek it out.

16. Black Panther

Ryan Coogler man… Ryan fucking Coogler. 

Fruitvale Station and Creed are both five star movies to me and while this foray into the Marvel machine didn’t quite hit those heights, I think he did the best job he could have in blending his own style, ethos and interests with another chapter in the MCU – a production line rather famous for (until recently) stamping out individuality in favour of the bigger, uniformed picture. Sometime around Phase 2, we were getting somewhat bland creative choices like Alan Taylor (Thor: The Dark World) and losing auteurs like Edgar Wright (initially set for Ant Man) but after the success of the nutty, bold and gleefully anarchic Guardians of the Galaxy, it’s like the flood gates opened, Kevin Feige learned the lesson of diversity and taking bold risks in his directors and suddenly we had a mostly improvised Thor movie from idiosyncratic Kiwi Taika Waititi and then Black Panther.

Having introduced the character in Captain America: Civil War, this film was free to dive right in – and what a world we’re introduced to, one full of colour, afro-futurist designs and the grand daddy of Marvel villains (in my eyes) in the form of Coogler’s lucky charm, Michael B. Jordan, as Killmonger. Here was a man who believed himself abandoned and betrayed by his own people - his own family - who had massively different ideas about what Wakanda’s secretive technological advancements could do for other marginalised societies around the world. Of course, this being a comic book, his plan inevitably boils down to arming terror factions but in theory, it did address the imbalance and selfishness of the Wakandan people.

Outside of some dodgy super suit vs super suit CG fight scenes and some rather silly battle scenes involving rhinos, this was the most engaging and confident Marvel movie in some time, with the aforementioned B. Jordan and T’Challa himself Chadwick Boseman being supported by a whos who of incredible performers, from Letitia Wright and Lupita Nyong’o to Daniel Kaluuya and Andy Serkis.

15. The Square

This film killed me. It’s so very very dry in its humour and nearly every scene plays out in these often painfully long takes but it never fails in making every moment that bit funnier as a result, swinging right round from awkward to cringe back to hilarious again. From Christian’s (Claes Bang) repeated encounters with a very angry child to a deliriously off-kilter Elisabeth Moss fighting for control of a used condom, there’s a Curb-like immaturity to many of the sequences here that clash with the high brow, art world characters that populate it.

Not to mention one of the scenes of the year - period - as Terry Notary terrorises an elitist crowd of poshos, descending into performance art hijinks as he embodies a roaming Gorilla. Becoming genuinely threatening as the line between acceptable “art” and full blown menace gets increasingly blurred, the reactions (or lack thereof) from many of the crowd says much more than words maybe ever can.

14. Summer of 84

Another genre hit that I caught at Frightfest, this is the follow up to one of my favourite films of 2015: Turbo Kid. Directed once more by RKSS (the group moniker for François Simard, Anouk Whissell and Yoann-Karl Whissell) the film seems to operate, at first glance, in the same territory as their previous movie (aka as a horror influenced, 80s throwback) but it is treated with a completely different tone. Whereas Turbo Kid is ‘Mad Max on BMXs made like an 18 rated Saturday morning cartoon’, this plays like a much straighter Stephen King style pulp thriller. 

The comparisons to Stranger Things are inevitable (group of nerdy teenage boys, suburbia, bikes etc) but unfair. This story doesn’t wallow in nostalgia, rather it is played like a film from the 80s rather than knowingly about the 80s. Yes there are references but they aren’t shoehorned in and it doesn’t take long for the central mystery to take centre stage. A little bit Rear Window, it follows these goofy teenagers (all unknowns to my eyes, all equally brilliant and believable) who begin to suspect that their homely, cop neighbour (Mad Men’s Rich Sommer) is actually a serial killer. It’s to the film’s credit that the outcome of this central question – is he or isn’t he – teeters back and forth so well for so long... that by the time it nosedives into a nasty, pulpy final act - taking the conventions you’ve come to expect and beating you into the ground with them - your heart will be so far in the back of your throat that you won’t notice. And again, another classy retro score from Le Matos helps tie this all together. 

A genuine change of pace from RKSS, despite the continued 80s fixation, and further proof that they have many more tricks up their sleeve.

13. First Man

Along with Ryan Coogler, Damian Chazelle is the other wunderkid whose career has been producing nothing but five star films for me (well, Whiplash and La La Land; I haven’t seen his actual debut). And First Man, like Black Panther, is another one that gets really close to perfection but falls slightly short. Having said that, I definitely think I like First Man a lot more than the general audience consensus. People have complained about its insular, intimate focus on a rather dull, introverted lead subject and the nauseating treatment of space travel but I loved both of these elements. 

This is less a film about triumphantly going to the moon and waving a flag around and more about a grieving man who is so out of touch with his own emotions that he a) speaks to his own children as if he’s attending a press conference and b) is hurting so internally that rather than talk to anyone about the loss of his daughter, he’d rather make the dangerous, unprecedented, insane mission to a cold, dead rock about as far away from anyone as you can get. That feeling - of wanting to shut yourself away from literally everyone - is universal. The actualisation of it - man goes to moon - is personal. And made history. And having the foresight to connect that emotional journey of Neil Armstrong with the otherwise feel-good true story of astronauts (and America!) winning the space race is genius. 

Add to that compelling supporting turns from everyone from Claire Foy, Kyle Chandler, Christopher Abbott and Shea Wigham, another dynamite score from long-time collaborator Justin Hurwitz and some nerve shredding rocket based set pieces and what you have is a fresh direction for Chazelle to take and one that I think we be re-evaluated in the years to come when his filmography expands to much more than just jazz-infused dramas.

12. Phantom Thread

This film is just gorgeous. A riveting character study of a supremely difficult man, Phantom Thread portrays a constant battle for dominance in a troubled yet surprisingly cinematic relationship. Vicky Krieps and Lesley Manville give as good as they get from Daniel ‘this is my last film, I swear’ Day-Lewis, an undeniable acting giant who effortlessly breathes as much life into Reynolds Woodcock here as he did Daniel Plainview before, in his last collaboration with Paul Thomas Anderson. 

Beautifully shot with another fantastic score from Johnny Greenwood, this one really feels like old school movie magic, like a lost melodrama from the 50s but with a modern mentality bubbling underneath, ready to blow it’s top at the mere, ear-splitting scrape of butter on toast.

11. Widows

Who’d have imagined the director of Hunger, Shame and 12 Years a Slave would be the one to team up with Gone Girl’s Gillian Flynn to deliver one of the best action thrillers of the year? 

Adapted from the 80s TV mini-series and given a modern makeover, this film wastes no time getting right to the important stuff as Liam Neeson’s latest heist takes a deadly turn, leaving the widows of him and his crew to deal with the fallout of the failed money grab. Forced into desperate action to pay off their debts, Viola Davis leads this mismatched group of women into the belly of the beast. The cast in this thing is insane - even outside the main players (Elizabeth Debicki, Michelle Rodriguez, Cynthia Erivo) you have Colin Farrell, Bryan Tyree Henry (having one hell of a year), Daniel Kaluuya, Robert Duvall, Carrie Coon, Jacki Weaver, Garrett Dillahunt... not a weak link amoung them.

It’s clear that McQueen is a master storyteller and this is a supremely exciting and suspenseful thriller that if nothing else, adds fuel to my ‘Jon Bernthal shared universe’ fan-theory, haha. Imagine, if you will, that he plays the same character in this as he does in Baby Driver. In both films, he takes part in an opening heist and then disappears for the rest of the movie. In Baby Driver, as he’s walking off after a job well done, he says that if you don’t see him again, he’s probably dead. Cut to him joining up with Neeson on THIS job and promptly getting blown to pieces. 

Boom.

COMING UP - star shaped earrings, reloading biceps, fish sex and a mutant pig

[supernatural-dreamer]

The Aftermath (Dean x Reader) (6x21)

A/N: The wait is over! Sorry for my long inactivity. I planned for the rest of this series and how its going to end. As always, feedback is appreciated! Enjoy!

@heavenlyrainyparis @icantfindacreativeurl

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Imagine you dating Dean when Crowley kidnaps Lisa and Ben. However, the whole thing makes you question your relationship. It also makes you wonder if Dean ever really stopped caring for them.

Catch up here!

The Choice (Pt.1)

The Decision (Pt. 2)

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A few hours later, you knocked on an apartment door; it opened. You were driving for hours, as you were going back to a place you knew you could clear your head.

Home.

You were born and raised in Chicago and decided to pay a friend a visit.

A woman opened the door, rubbing her eyes.

“(YN)? Hey. I haven’t talked to you in a little. Not that not I’m glad to see you, but what are you doing here at three o'clock in the morning?”

“I got into a fight with Bobby and I needed a place to stay. I can go if you want me to.” You ran your fingers through your hair.

“No of course not, come in.” She stepped aside and let you in, shutting the door behind you.

“Thanks Serene.”

“Dean do you want me to drive?”, Sam asked his brother. Dean had been driving for hours and looked terrible. Sam was afraid that if Dean drove for any longer, he was going to fall asleep on the steering wheel.

“For the last time Sam, no, I’m fine. You ask me again and I will shoot you.” Dean snapped. Sam looked at his brother, wanting to punch him across the face, but, he decided against it. This was pretty much his mood the entire time, and he never wanted to hurt his eldest brother more than now.

“Don’t take it out on me because you screwed up. I told you that that starting a relationship with (YN) wasn’t a good idea from jump street, ‘cause I knew you were still hung up on Lisa.”

Dean sighed in defeat. “Your right, Sammy. I screwed up. I think I’ve figured that part out already.”

 "Damn right. Big time. You made (YN) feel like she was in competition with another woman, and that’s not fair to her. Yet, she still loved you enough to put up with it. I’ll be surprised if she takes you back.“ Sam turned away from Dean, shaking his head. Sam knew it was a little bit of a dick move, but he was sick of his brother taking his mistakes out on him; Dean needed to hear it.

In his head, Dean knew Sam was right. His “do first and ask questions later” attitude is what got him in trouble this time. He would have to swallow his pride and think with his head and heart, something that he wasn’t good at. But if it would get you back;

He would be willing to go to hell and back again for you.

Dean swallowed and pulled over. “Slide over, you drive.”

“That’s some messed up shit. And they say 90210 is dramatic.” Serene replies. You smack her arm, scoffing.

“What (YN), I’m serious. I thought it couldn’t get more complicated when you found out Bobby was your uncle.  She takes the mugs off of the coffee table and heads into the kitchen.

“I know right.” You buried your face in your hands.

Serene was you’re best friend that you grew up with ever since you were kids. Your parents and hers were hunting partners, so you spent a lot of time together. When your folks died, they took you in, you and her becoming inseparable. It was no surprise that the two of you became hunting partners, until you met the Winchesters, that is.

You aided them on a case and you’d kept in touch with them, the four of you teaming up now and again. Eventually, Serene’s parents passed away and she had to take care of her family restaurant and assets; She decided to leave the life. It was then you tagged along with the Winchesters, where you were up until this point. You spilled your guts out to her, and here you were now.

“I feel so stupid,” you say aloud.

“Honestly, I wish I could say I was surprised. Dean Winchester has a reputation among female hunters, and you knew that.” She sighed bring back to beer bottles, sitting down.

Female hunters definitely were not wine drinkers.

“I know. But he was different than what others said he would be. He was actually sweet and kind, and funny.” You rambled.

“Figured he would have another on the side. Look, you can do so much better. He was stupid for choosing her over you, and he’ll figure it out soon enough that it was the stupidest mistake he ever made.” She looked at you with pity in her eyes. You took a swig of beer and leaned back on the couch.

“I hope so.”

You had just turned twenty-three and Serene wanted to take you to this bar/nightclub place to celebrate your successful hunt and b-day. She gave you a makeover, completed with dress and heels, and light makeup, much to your decry. But after seeing the completed look, you had to admit, you looked amazing.

“Two shots for the birthday girl.” Serene told the bartender,

“So. What should we do tonight? Flirt shamelessly and break some hearts, drink to our heart’s content, dance like no one’s watching, find you someone to take home.” She wiggled her eyebrows and you smacked her lightly, laughing.

“I’ve had enough men hit on me to last a life time. Dancing sounds fun.”

“Good choice. I’m going to go to the bathroom real quick and I’ll meet you near the floor.” You nodded and she left. You’d noticed a man behind Serene, sitting on a stool, a glass of whiskey in his hand. He had dirty blonde hair and a chisled face; his semi-sculpted body and arms were covered by a Led Zepplin t-shirt and a black leather jacket. He met your gaze for a second, like he’d been watching you and your breath hitched.

His eyes were like emeralds, and any woman you were pretty sure, would melt on sight of them. The bartender came back with your drink and you took it.

“I see why men hit on you all the time. Especially looking like that.” The man spoke, taking a sip of his drink.

“Eavesdropper, I see.” you take a sip of your drink, not meeting his gaze. You decided to play along, it’s not like you were going to see him again.

 "You’ve got a name?“ you asked finally looking at him. He turned and smirked.

"Straight to the point; I like you even more already. Name’s Dean.”

“Intresting.” You responded, he moved his stool a little closer to  you and faced you. You talked  to Dean for a few minutes and instantly clicked. It turned out he was a hunter too, but he was was a little too cocky for your liking. Secretly, it drove you wild.

Low and behold, Serene came out the bathroom and found you.

“What are you doing? You’re supposed to be out on the floor. Come on.”

“It was nice talking to you Dean.” You said, Serene beginning to drag you to the floor.

“I didn’t even get your name.” He shouted smiling.

“(YN). You shouted, turning back.

Little did you know that man you met in the bar that night would become a major part of your life from then on.

You must’ve fell asleep on the couch because a doorbell ringing  woke you out of your slumber. Then, you heard arguing.

"No you can’t see her.”

“This is between me and her, not you.”

“Who the hell are you to talk to me like that in my house. It is when she comes here in the middle of the night upset cause of your stupidity!”

“I know I messed up! I wanted to make it right.”

You were fully awake and decided to intervene. Getting up off the couch you walked to the door.

“Serene who is-” You stopped cold in your tracks, familiar green eyes softening at your presence.

“(YN).”

“Dean. What the hell are you doing here?!”

[misskikuwrites]

A Merry Christmas Eve

Yoosung/Mc (unnamed)

Inviting her over on christmas eve turned about to me the best decision he’s made yet. 

Originally written for Mystic Messenger Secret Santa 2016

The smell of baking goods filled Yoosung’s apartment as he pulled the freshly cooked Christmas cake from the oven. The hot tray swayed and tilted in his hands. He quickly deposited it onto the kitchen counter and drew a sigh of relief; even wearing oven mitts his fingers were at risk of burning.

“Mm…” the girl beside him inhaled the rich scent. “That smells good!”

Yoosung beamed a smile at her praise. It bloomed across his face with a flush he blamed on the heat of the oven, not the fact that her words always sent his heart aflutter. Not the fact that she was, most definitely, the love of his life.

Even if she didn’t know that.

“Now, it just needs to cool and we can add the icing,” she said, stirring the white icing in a large bowl. She swiped a bead of icing on her finger, drawing it to her mouth for a quick taste. Her tongue cleaned the sticky icing off her finger, before running over her lips to collect any remainder. Yoosung’s eyes followed its path. He swallowed thickly and shot his gaze away, suddenly feeling warmer than before. Desperate to think of something, of anything else other than those supple, pink lips of hers, alluringly shiny with lip gloss, he reached for the icing bowl.

“Uh-uh!” she chided, and tugged the bowl out of his reach. “This is for the cake!”

Yoosung pouted as he eyed the bowl in her hands. She hugged it protectively in her arms, and turned her body slightly away from him.

“Ehh?” he whined. “You got to try some!” He stepped closer, reaching around her for the bowl.

She dodged with a quickly timed step. “That was a taste-test!”

“Let me taste-test too!” His lips drew further into a pout and he lunged for the bowl. She backed up, turning away in time to save the icing from his grasp, but making him hit the spoon instead. It flicked up from the bowl, splattering the white, sticky icing into the air, where it spectacularly plopped to the kitchen floor. All of it, that is, except for a glob on her cheek.

“Yoosung!” she huffed in exasperation. “Now look! It’s all over the floor!”

“Sorry…” He shrunk as she sighed, though his eyes were glued to the icing on her cheek.

She hadn’t noticed it. She was too busy mumbling, muttering about the icing, the floor, cleaning it…

An embarrassed, yet eager, grin pulled on Yoosung’s face. Now was his chance. He snuck closer to her, one step, two, and reached his hand for her cheek. Her eyes fell on his. They widened, her lips parting in surprise, as his thumb dusted her cheek. Lightly, softly, it brushed across her cheek and collected the icing. He drew his thumb to his lips, keeping his eyes on hers, and licked the icing off.

Her cheeks bloomed a bright, bright cherry red and his composure shattered. A violent heat seared up his neck to his ears.

“S-Sorry!” he blurted, stammered, words stuck on his tongue. “Th-There was icing! On your cheek! So, I just–”

Her fingers touched where his had been, drawn to her cheek automatically in surprise. “Oh.”

Their eyes, still locked together, held that shy gaze between them. A deafening silence draped over them, so quiet that Yoosung swore she could hear his heartbeat. It pounded heavily in his chest. It was all he could feel save for the sparks shooting through him, the fluttering in his chest.

“Sh-Should we remove the cake from its tin?” she asked, stammering over the first word. “For it to cool.” She set the mixing bowl down a little too roughly, and shuffled around him to the cake tin. Yoosung caught a faint whiff of vanilla and something flowery as she brushed past.

He just nodded and dropped his gaze.

After rescuing the cake from its tin, the awkwardness in the air seemed to dissipate. The cake held together, set aside to cool, and filled the air with its warm, heavenly scent.

“I can’t wait to try it,” she said. “I’ve never made a Christmas cake before.”

“Me neither,” Yoosung admitted.

A small smile flittered to her lips. “What did you do last Christmas Eve?”

Yoosung’s expression dropped. He sighed dejectedly and cupped his face in his hands. “It was awful! I made the mistake of going outside…”

She gave a dry, understanding laugh. “There were couple’s everywhere, huh?”

Yoosung nodded and grumbled through his hands. “I’ve never felt so lonely! It was the worst!”

“Well, I’m here,” she said, drawing Yoosung from his hands. “So, it’s an improvement on last year!”

A tight blush made its home on Yoosung’s cheeks. She was smiling up at him, brightly, caringly, in his kitchen, his apartment, on Christmas Eve. They were alone, the evening drawing to a close, Christmas drawing closer with every minute.

Of course this kind of situation would make him exited. Eager. Nervous.

He swallowed.

“If you were dating someone,” she asked, and drummed her fingers absently on the kitchen counter, “how would you spend Christmas Eve?”

“Oh!” her question jolted him from his thoughts. “I’d – uh – spend the day with them. Eating sweets and cooking Christmas cake–” That was a mistake. The hot flush doubled in intensity on his cheeks. “W-We’d go for walks and hold hands and…” Stop. Stop, stop, stop. “Y-You know, just couple things.”

God. Could he have made it any more obvious?

He wished the kitchen floor would swallow him up right now.

“Hmm,” she sounded, Yoosung feeling the very note in his chest. “That sounds really nice, actually.” She peered out the window. “Do you want to go for a walk?”

He froze. Her suggestion hung in the air. Was there a subtle hint in her words, or was that his mind talking? His mouth dropped open, clamped shut, and opened again.

“Y-Yes!” he chimed, possibly a little too quickly, possible a little too loud. “A walk would be nice.”

Her smile brightened the room and dampened the anxiety coursing through him. “Great! Let me grab my jacket, then.” She trotted over to the couch, where her jacket and bag lay. She tugged it on and met Yoosung by the front door with a smile. “Let’s go.”

The frosty outside air embraced them with a jolt. Their breaths plumed in the air as they headed down the street, following the flickering Christmas lights and glowing decorations. Despite being near midnight, the streets were far from empty. Yoosung let his gaze wander, following a couple holding hands in front of them. His fingers flexed by his side. Cold, numb, and empty.

He tugged the sleeves of his jacket down further.

“I’ve heard they’ve put up a huge Christmas tree nearby,” she said, before exhaling a deep, puff of air. “Why don’t we go see it?”

“Sure!” Yoosung chimed, dragging his eyes from the nearby couple. He hoped she hadn’t seen him gazing off at them whimsically, longingly.

God. He hoped he didn’t look desperate.

They headed off down the street as a Yoosung rubbed his hands together. He drew them to his face, exhaling hot air at his frosted fingers.

“Are your fingers cold?” she asked. She eyed him curiously, tilted her head on an angle that Yoosung could only find absolutely adorable.

He laughed awkwardly, wishing to hide his blush behind his hands. “Just a bit,” he said. “My gloves have holes in them. I think Lisa liked them too much.” He sighed. It was a mistake leaving his gloves out. His cat made a mess of them the instant they were in her sights.

“Do you want to use mine?” she asked and held up her hands, snuggly fit in two thick, woollen gloves.

“Then your hands will be cold!” Yoosung said, shaking his head.

“It’s fine.”

“No, it’s not.” He drew himself up, drew his hands from his face and to his sides. “I can’t take your gloves. It’s the guy who’s supposed to share things.” Not that they were dating. Not he minded the idea of sharing anything with her.

“Then, let’s do this.” She took off her left glove and held it out to him with a smile. “Put it on.”

Curious, Yoosung took her glove and slipped it on his left hand. The instant his left hand was snug inside the glove, warm fingers entwined with his right. He jolted, the warmth spreading, coursing like lightning through his body. She’d taken his hand.

He couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t see anything but her hand in his.

“There,” she said with a smile. “Now we’re both warm.”

He wanted to scream and cry and disappear all at once. He was so happy, so elated, so obviously in love with her. No response found its way to his lips. No words fell on his tongue. He just nodded. Pretended that he wasn’t focusing on the feel of her fingers in his. Pretended that he wasn’t trying to imprint this memory into his mind.

He found it hard to focus on anything but her. Anything but how close they were walking, now hand-in-hand, among a sea of couples. Anyone who saw them would think they were dating. That’s what they looked like. A couple.

He was too warm. His heart was pounding too hard. Fluttering in his chest, stammering whenever he felt a slight pull on his fingers as they walked. It was a dream come true. Walking with her, holding hands, on Christmas Eve. Almost as if… almost as if they were a real couple, and not just friends.

Not just friends.

“Wow!” she gasped in awe as they turned down the next street. Her eyes flew up the towering Christmas tree, covered in huge shiny baubles and sparkling lights. The street beneath it was littered with couples, admiring the lights, hugging, talking, laughing.

Kissing.

Yoosung found himself tugged along as she drew closer to the tree. He was more than content to watch her, to see the childish joy on her face, to see the way her eyes lit up as brightly as the Christmas lights. She turned to him with a smile, one that stole his breath away.

He was speechless.

Speechless and hopelessly in love.

Then, her hand was gone. She dug in her bag for something as Yoosung flexed his bare fingers, rubbed off the sweat awkwardly on his pants. He hoped his nervousness hadn’t shown. He hoped the sweat didn’t gross her out. Hoped she hadn’t noticed, hoped that she would stay oblivious.

But, honestly, he hoped she would look at him. Really, really look at him.

He wished she would look at him the way she looked at the Christmas tree.

She pulled out a small, neatly wrapped present and held it out to Yoosung. He blinked down at it, up at her, then at the present.

“It’s a bit early,” she said, with an embarrassed smile. “But Merry Christmas, Yoosung.”

“What? It’s for me?” he gaped and accepted the present. It sat in his hands, solid, real, but he couldn’t believe it. “Can… can I open it?”

She laughed. That sweet, short laugh that sent his heart soaring. Fluttering. “Of course.”

Instead of wasting no time tearing into the wrapping paper, Yoosung peeled at the tape holding it together. He didn’t want to destroy the precious, neat wrapping she’d gone to effort to put in place.

“You can just tear it open,” she said with another laugh.

Yoosung flushed. “No, I won’t. Not when you put so much work into it for me.”

That made her pause. Her gaze dropped to her feet. “It… it’s not that big of a deal…”

Slowly, finally, Yoosung managed to unwrap the present. It was a new computer mouse, sleek and black, made specifically for gamers. It had various buttons on the side for quick commands.

“I hope you like it,” she said. “You said you were getting frustrated with your old mouse, so…”

“Y-Yes! I like it!” Yoosung blurted. “I really like it. I love it!” He flipped the box over in his hands, studying it, turning it, before beaming a smile up at her. “Thank you, thank you, thank you! This is the best!”

She breathed a short sigh of relief. “That’s great. I wasn’t sure if you’d like it, or if you’d already gotten yourself a replacement, or if it was the wrong colour… they have it in red, too? Or blue? I think there are ones that light up as well–”

“It’s perfect!” he cut off her rambling and shook his head. “And you got it for me. So, it, uh, makes me really happy.”

“Right.”

“I like it.”

“Okay.” She pursed her lips together, before they pulled up into a smile. “Merry Christmas, Yoosung,” she said again.

“I – I have something for you, too,” he said quickly. “But it’s at home. I was going to give it to you tomorrow, or when you left…”

“Any time’s fine,” she said and shrugged. “I could… come by tomorrow and you can give it to me then, if you want.”

“Tomorrow?”

She cast her eyes away for a breath. “Or when we get back. Either. I mean, if you’re busy tomorrow…”

Tomorrow. Was… was this her way of inviting herself over? Did she want to spend tomorrow with him?

“Tomorrow’s fine!” Yoosung said quickly. “I can… I can give it to you tomorrow.”

Through her nervousness, she smiled back at him. Whether it was the cold or her own embarrassment that dusted her cheeks red, or something more, Yoosung didn’t care. His own were flaming red. And he knew that wasn’t the cold.

She laughed, breathy and light, in the air of nerves around them. It drew a smile to his face, and then a chuckle, before they settled into a comfortable silence. Silence surrounded by noise, surrounded by couples.

Their eyes had met; Yoosung held her gaze. Something had lit aflame inside him. Something that had been building all day, building since the day they’d met in person. Since the day he’d heard her voice. It built and built until it was there on his tongue.

He would say it. Right now. Tell her everything he’d wanted to for such a long time.

“Um, y-you know,” he coughed, cleared his throat. It was now or never. “I really, really li–”

Shouts of surprise, squeals of delight, swallowed his confession. Small beads of white fell around them, dancing, falling through the air. Yoosung looked back at her, to see her eyes drawing up, away from him, away from their moment.

“It’s snowing!” she gasped. She held up her hands, one gloved, the other bare. Snowflakes dipped in the air and kissed her fingertips, dusted her hair. She twirled, catching the snowflakes, studying their paths through the air.

Yoosung clenched his fingers beside him. He held them tight, swallowed tight, then relaxed. He breathed a long, drawn out puff of air.

“It’s going to be a white Christmas,” Yoosung said. He grinned at her, she returned the smile. That was good enough for him. She was smiling. Happy. And he wanted her to stay that way.

He didn’t want his confession to trouble her.

They talked, enjoyed the snowfall, under the tree for some time. Minutes passed like seconds in their laughter, in their conversation.

Soon, she held out her un-gloved hand to him. “Come on,” she said. “Let’s head back before we freeze.”

“I’ll… I’ll walk you home,” he said. “We can ice the Christmas cake tomorrow.”

“Okay,” she said.

Yoosung straightened, swallowed the jolt that coursed through him as he took her hand. Her fingers settled in his, and gave his a gentle squeeze. He pressed his lips together, fighting back a giddy smile, fighting the blush burning on his cheeks.

He returned the squeeze. A second passed, a few steps, then she squeezed his hand. He did the same. She laughed into her other hand, and bumped him lightly with her shoulder. He glanced at her curiously, to see her grinning. There was a spark in her eyes. A knowing spark, one of elation.

It sent his mind spinning. His heart fluttering.

God. He wouldn’t be able to take more of this. And he didn’t even know what he’d done!

Yoosung’s phone chimed in his pocket, so he dug it out with his gloved hand. Struggling, he managed to input his pin code to see that Seven had sent a message.

Four words.

You’ll thank me later.

A single winky-faced emoji ended the curious text. Yoosung frowned at it.

“Who’s it from?” she asked as he stuffed his phone back into his pocket.

“Seven. Just another weird text.”

She laughed. “Does he send you them often?”

“Always!” Yoosung groaned. “And he’s always teasing me!”

“Like the chocolate milk incident?”

Another groan. “Don’t remind me! I still have to get him back! I can’t drink chocolate milk without feeling sick because of it!”

“You’ll think of something,” she said, giving his hand another squeeze.

He doubted that. Especially because his mind was trying to work through what Seven’s text meant.

Slowly, they meandered through the streets, neither too desperate to cut their walk short. The night air was cool and calm, not cold enough to be of bother.

Truthfully, Yoosung didn’t want this night to end. He didn’t want to let go of her hand. He didn’t want to say goodbye to her, even though he’d see her tomorrow. Even though they were always a phone call away.

He wanted her to stay. He wanted to pull her into his arms, to tell her everything.

But he’d already tried that once tonight, and that was enough. For now.

Too quickly for Yoosung’s liking, they arrived outside her apartment. It wasn’t too far from his, after she moved from Rika’s place following the RFA party. They stepped up to the door. Her hand dropped from his.

Yoosung fumbled with her glove on his left hand. He tugged it off and handed it to her. “Thanks,” he said, quieter than he wished.

She smiled. “Anytime.” She fished her key from her handbag and unlocked the door with a click that fell flat in the silence. She pushed the door open a crack, revealing a sliver of darkness, before she paused. Her eyes flicked up, as if towards the roof, before she turned quickly to Yoosung.

“Thank you for tonight,” she said. Her wide, grinning smile from before had faded into a gentle, albeit embarrassed, one. “I’ll come over tomorrow? Around noon?”

Yoosung nodded. “Okay. I’ll be looking forward to it. I get to eat Christmas cake with you.” He smiled and breathed an embarrassed laugh.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”

She looked up at him, pausing for a second, as if thoughts were ticking over in her mind, and smiled. With a quick step, she closed the gap between them. She rose on balls of her feet, suddenly close, so close, that her breath tickled his cheek. She pressed a curt kiss to his cheek and stepped back.

“Goodnight, Yoosung.” She flashed a bright smile at him before disappearing into her apartment. Only when the door clicked shut behind her did Yoosung snap alert.

He staggered back a step. Two steps. Heat flushed his face, his neck, his ears. A hand cupped his face, felt the burning heat of his flush, touched the cheek she’d kissed.

Kissed.      

She’d kissed him.

His heart thundered as if he’d been sprinting. His mind spun and spun and spun and all he could think of was the feel of her lips against his cheek. The sweet, vanilla scent that reached him as she stepped so close.

He backed up a final scent before something green caught his eyes above her door. There it sat, up high, at the very top of the door. A mistletoe.

That’s what she’d seen. That’s why she paused. That’s why she kissed him.

Yoosung didn’t know whether to be elated or dejected. He didn’t know whether to curse Seven or praise him.

All he knew is that she’d kissed him. She’d held his hand. She’d spent Christmas Eve with him. And tomorrow, they’d spend Christmas together.

And maybe, just maybe, that was enough for him.