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dadsbongos · 3 years ago

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burn me to the ground

(1)gentle lover (2)burn me to the ground Movie/Game/Show: Thor: Ragnarok Dynamic: Loki Laufeyson/Reader Warnings: ragnarok spoilers?, passing description of you as toned/muscular cuz loki with gf who could crush him >>>, i give more time gap to thor's arrival cuz :), fem pronouns Summary: He’s never been one for such sentiment, maybe that’s why her influence is so terrifying to him. ~~~

“You wanted me to meet someone?”

“Right! Right, right, right,” the Grandmaster waves his hand in a gesture for Topaz to guide his chair through the room, “He was all mumble-y and murmur-ey and I heard your name, so I was thinking maybe you could tell me what this guy’s all about!”

Upon seeing the man in reference, your eyes widen and you nearly stumble back.

The man, however, immediately tilts his head and practically hisses out, “You.”

Well, no point in pretending to not know him now when he reacts like that. Sighing and tossing up your hands as if to show relief, you gush out an awfully whiny, “Aw, prince! Thank goodness you’re okay! I was so worried when we got separated!”

“So, how do you two know each other?” the Grandmaster’s smile is broad, if not slightly threatening, as he waggles a finger between the two people in front of him.

“I’m a sort of guard to your royal asshat.”

Loki doesn’t get the chance to speak up as the Grandmaster claps in response to you, “Well, I’m sure he’ll be happy to know your track record here doesn’t show any signs of slacking!”

“Certainly, yes,” Loki nods curtly, not pleased at the prospect of a Midgardian - this Midgardian - having to watch over him again, “Reassuring to have her here.”

“I would be, look at her- " reaching over, the Grandmaster squeezes at your bicep, “So strong, she’s a great contender!”

“Contender…?” Loki murmurs to the woman, a brow quirked.

Smacking the prince’s arm, you shake your head before turning back to the Grandmaster, “Loki wouldn’t be a very good contender, he’s pretty frail and weak. Lame, too.”

“Aw,” wagging a finger as one would to a pestering child, the Grandmaster’s broad grin falls into a tight-lipped smile before he speaks, “Loyal guard trying to protect her prince, how sweet.”

“What can I say?” Loki notices the way you seem more on edge now, breath shakier, but you manage to mask it as light laughter, “Duties never rest.”

Nodding, the elderly man turns to Topaz, whispering in her ear before dismissing you both back to your quarters.

It’s as the door to the room shuts that Loki is greeted with the first hint of aggression he’s ever seen from you - not even in his time on Earth had he seen malice slip from you like he does now. The door slams and you wring your hands in your hair, nearly shouting as you turn to the God,

“You moron, why’d you have to go and say that? As if you know me? You could’ve gotten us killed.”

“But I do know you,” Loki held his hands up, pausing your rampant pacing, “Was I not supposed to try and find solace in the fact that I was on a new, strange planet with the one person I recognize?”

“You’re such an ass,” it’s a deflated insult, sighed out while you stomp over to the one bed in the room and slump down on it, “Just hope that nutjob believed me about you being weak.”

“Which, I believe we should have a talk about, by the way,” Loki’s brows furrow, “Why do that? I don’t need any protection nor defense, especially by the likes of you.”

“Unless you want to go as a gladiator and potentially be ripped in half by people twice your size, I would just take the label of weakling socialite and run with it. Hope you get on the Grandmaster’s good side like I have and eventually he maybe stops looking at you like a starving man to steak.”

“Haven’t quite gotten to that last bit, I imagine.”

“No, unfortunately not. It’s a little terrifying.”

It’s quiet as you rub at your aching temples and think over the situation. Loki turns and begins assessing the room - a room he hopes to not be stuck in.

“Are we to share this?”

“Probably,” yet another exhausted sigh slips from your lips, “I wouldn’t bother bringing it up to the old man, you might get vaporized.”

There’s a beat of silence before Loki chuckles, it’s forced and tight.

“Oh,” nodding, you lean back until you’re fully reclined on the bed, “you think I’m joking.”

The God’s eyes widen at that, turning to face you in alarm, “Are you not?”

Suddenly sitting up to untie your boots, you mutter, “I’m trying a slow coup. I was gonna do it on my own, but now you’re here so that’s minorly reassuring.”

“Coup?”

“Accident comes to the Grandmaster, we move up. I say we, but if you try and overthrow me for the throne, I will have to duel you. Duel at best, but at worst…”

Another pregnant silence flows through the room, Loki tilting his head, “You do realize how alarming that is when you don’t finish that sentence, right?”

“Good.”

It was an unlucky arrangement. Trapped on a trash planet, literally, with a Midgardian worm - whom he either has to share a bed with or rest on a loveseat for the nights. None of which is even mentioning the Grandmaster.

The Grandmaster.

On the surface he’s light. Bubbly. Fun. And then someone drops a glass too close to his favorite new shoes and suddenly they’ve been pardoned from the land of the living and the stench of wretched toast permeates through the room.

It’s that memory that has Loki tuning out of the story of the man across from him. His hands fall to his thighs and begin rubbing away the sweat of nervousness that gathers there. The movements don’t go unseen, and the woman who assigned herself as his personal guard reaches down and takes his hand. Uncaring if the rest of the party sees as they cling to one another.

You aren’t Loki’s first choice of partnership but maybe that’s where he’d be wrong - because your grip is strong and it won’t let go unless it’s commanded. It’s comforting and reassuring and Loki can’t remember the last time someone held him like that as he breaks down. It isn’t just the hand holding at parties, it’s in the late nights when neither of you can sleep and your heads are too full of countless worries of each’s own home. It’s the way you hold him and don’t say a word of it the next day. Barely acknowledging it unless he brings it up first, not wanting to make him uncomfortable or pressured.

It’s kindness and genuinity and he thinks he wants to have you around all the time. After the Grandmaster. After Hela. Whenever and wherever that dust happens to settle, he knows he wants this comfort all the time.

Storytime comes around to Loki. His fingers curl tighter around your hand as he speaks, occasionally taking a break to sip at his neon drink when there’s a hearty whisper-shout of both your names,

“Over here!”

God of Thunder, you notice. Thor of Asgard. You two excuse yourselves from the couch of socialites to cross the room to Thor.

“Thor? You’re alive?” you begin, eyes wide.

“Of course, I’m alive, what’re you two doing? Why aren’t you stuck in a chair? Where’s your chairs?”

“We didn’t get one,” Loki shakes his head.

“Get me out,” Thor urges, still thoroughly confused over the presence of his brother and old friend.

“We can’t,” you whisper.

Nodding, Loki continues, “We’ve gotten in favor with the Grandmaster. In his higher courts.”

“Like friends but scary,” you pitch in, “We’ve been here a few weeks. Maybe a month.”

“A month?" Thor repeats in utter disbelief, "I just got here.”

“What’re you guys whispering about?” the Grandmaster himself juts into the conversation with a giggle, “Time works different around these parts. On any other world I’d be like millions of years old, but on Sakaar…” he stops and looks between the trio with a teasing grin before shaking his head, “In any case, you two know this… what’d you call yourself - Lord of Thunder…?”

“God of Thunder,” Thor corrects with a forced chuckle.

“I’ve never met this man in my life,” Loki immediately denies.

“He’s my brother.”

Rolling your eyes at the brothers, you’re quick to gesture to Loki, “Adopted.”

The Grandmaster nods, “He any kind of a fighter?”

“You take this thing out of my neck and I’ll show you.”

That’s how they find out that - at the very least, Thor’s alive. Not well, but certainly alive.

The night after that party is mostly quiet in the room. Presently, both people are getting ready for bed but inside their minds is such fueled turmoil that neither truly believes they’re getting rest that night. Upon finishing his state of dress, Loki makes his way out to the balcony.

Air on Sakaar isn’t particularly fresh or clean, nor are the stars incredibly visible with all the city lights, but it felt better out there than being trapped in a room. He’s soon joined by another body at the railing, hands barely brushing together on the roughened metal.

It’s Loki that makes the first move, slowly sliding his hand across the rail until his entwined with yours. Your fingers weave together and Loki can’t help but balance his gaze between your conjoined hands and your eyes. He remembers a time where he used to look into those eyes and see an enemy - now, he can’t imagine a time where he would’ve ever wanted to hurt someone such as you. Can't believe there was a time where he wanted to hurt you. Your care is expressed in tender touches and loyalty. In quiet moments of trust and earnest adoration. In honesty. It's that silent care that speaks the loudest.

It’s your voice that breaks him from his own thoughts, “When this whole thing is over and Sakaar is ruined and Thor will have the throne, where will you go?”

Loki falls silent at that question, he brushes a thumb over your knuckles, pursing his lips and tilting his head as he thinks over what response would fit best. Then he comes to the realization that it wouldn’t matter where he lies as long as he has comfort that lies with him. Comfort that sleeps inside the woman beside him is what he wants.

And so, he mumbles out, “Where will you want me?”

There’s a laugh pulled from you as your head shakes, “You wouldn’t want to go to Earth. Unless you’d like the Avengers up your ass.”

There’s a shared laugh as Loki relents, speaking before laying a kiss to your knuckles, “I wouldn’t be fond of that… but for you, my dear, I’d tear the universe apart.”

“That sounds like exactly why they wouldn’t want you. Sorry to say they’re not fond of universe-tearing.”

A sarcastic huff falls from the prince, “I’m charming and romantic and this is how I’m repaid?”

“However, I can’t say that’s not excellent bargaining to keep you on a leash,” you grin.

“Like a dog?”

“Well, now,” looking away, your lip is tucked between your teeth to muffle possible laughter.

Loki doesn’t follow your example, instead he studies the planes of your face. The curve of your cheek and the way your eyes are lit up by the stars and lights that flow in this city. You’re beautiful. That, he knows. And despite being trapped on Sakaar, he also knows he’s grateful to have someone like you. To have you.

Strong, both in emotional resolve and psychical capability. It’s nice to have someone who can stay level-header and offer support. It makes him want to care and provide for you as well, and that’s what scares him.

You make him want to return sentiment when all he’s cared for before was letting things burn.

#loki x reader #loki x y/n #loki x you #loki laufeyson x reader #loki laufeyson x you #loki fanfic

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9layerdevilfoodcake · 4 years ago

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Some Of A Kind

Chapter 1: Virgin in the Chapel

(Michael Langdon x reader)

Summary: When you accompany your friend to a black mass at the Church of Satan. You pick the wrong time and place to let him in on the fact that you’re a virgin, garnering the attention of the ‘chosen one’ himself.

Warnings: murder, mentions of drug use, poorly represented Satanism

Word count: 3,666 (that’s right)

It was a typical Wednesday night when you got a text from your friend Tyler.

‘So what do you say? Is tonight the night?’

He had been bugging you for weeks to come see a sacrifice at the satanic church. And since the first time he asked, the conversation always went the same way.

“I’m telling you, just one slice and then you can have whatever you want”

“You mean I can have powers beyond compare?”

“Yes” he answered back, in a hopeful tone. Clearly he hadn’t picked up on the sarcasm in your voice.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at the excitement in his voice.

“I’m sorry, you do whatever you want over there with your edgelords but I’m perfectly happy in my boring powerless existence”

“First of all we aren’t edgelords, we're satanists. We just see the world for what it is. A dreadful place full of selfish people.”

“Well I can’t say I argue with that”

“Exactly, so give in to being selfish, and start doing what you want. You work so hard, and for what a one bedroom apartment you can barely afford and bags under your eyes that are only getting bigger by the day?”

“Hey” you interrupt, slightly offended. Which only earns a laugh on his end.

“I’m just saying, you put in so much effort for no pay off, when you could do this one thing and have everything you deserve”

“What a cable package and a ‘skip the line’ pass at Disneyland?”

“I also get unlimited snacks!”

“Oh sorry how could I forget, well if one soul is all it takes to get a free waffle cone then what are we still doing here?!” You ask back, your tone full of mockery.

“Have you ever wondered why I can snort as much coke as I want and have never OD’d? Or why every girl I bring home is a certified 10?”

Actually you had, the two of you had met the year prior in a religious studies class when you were partnered to write a paper on whether morality was dependent on a god. He could barely get through a sentence without tripping over his words or looking away in embarrassment. It was sweet really, and by the end of the class you two had basically become best friends.

But about 2 months ago things started to change. There was almost always a girl leaving his house when you would come over.

You swore at least two of them you recognized from Victoria Secret runways.

One night you even saw a man leaving whose resemblance to Ryan Reynolds was suspiciously uncanny.

He got a new car without any explanation as to where he got the money, and he had so much coke in his living room you assumed he started dealing, before he told you it was just his stash for the weekend.

At first he was vague about everything, but eventually he told you the truth, or at least what you assumed was a version of it.

For his final project he wrote a research paper on the church of Satan.

You went with him to a couple of services when he was writing it, him being too nervous to go alone.

You both thought they seemed a little kooky, but relatively harmless.

Yet what you didn’t know was that he kept going back after the class ended and had gotten himself sworn in, and eventually given the honor of participating in a black mass.

Where he had sacrificed a school teacher in order to get these new “gifts”.

Now you weren’t naive enough to think he actually killed someone!

You were sure his new lifestyle was a part of some religious Ponzi scheme, and one day the debt collector would come calling.

You’ve watched enough documentaries to know better than to get involved with this.

But he is still your friend so you take it upon yourself to be supportive and let him have his moment, while simultaneously letting him know you’ll be here for him if the day comes that he gets excommunicated.

“I love you and I am so happy for all you’ve gotten, especially when you share it with me, but I’m good, really. I’ll let you know if I ever change my mind”

That dropped the subject for a while.

That is until a few days ago when you lost your job.

Well actually when your job was stolen from underneath you by your boss's son.

All it took was one night of bitching to your best friend for the talks of satanism to start up again.

So here you were bored on a Wednesday night actually considering his offer to watch a black mass.

‘Well…’

He texted back after a few minutes of no response on your part

‘Fine’

It’s not like he’s ever going to let up, you might as well go see what all the hubbub was about.

After he picked you up, you made your way to the church.

More precisely the back alley with a hidden door. Not at all unsettling.

And the rain pelting down on the robe he gave you just adds a nice ominese touch to what you're sure is going to be a long night.

Now inside you sit in a pew in the back. While the choir above you sings as the others file in.

They actually sound pretty good if you’re being honest. Maybe on your way out you’ll pick up the album you saw for sale in the lobby (for $6.66 no less).

You haven’t been sitting more than 10 minutes before the mass begins.

And in that time Tyler roughly explained what you were about to see.

You weren’t paying too much attention though. More enamored with the atmosphere.

It was a sea of red cloaks and black pentagrams. And the thunder outside appeared to clap along in sync with the crescendo or the choir.

This place seems vastly different from the shabby collection of misfits you encountered when you visited the first time. Who spent most of the service complaining and handed you a stale donut on your way out the door.

“...Y/n are your listening?!”

“Hmm Yea”

“Really?”

“Yea the guy’s gonna sacrifice some ‘innocent soul’ say a few hail satans and voilà he gets his hair back and starts getting laid again” you answer back, waving him off. You’re more interested in watching two Satanists in the front of the room give each other the “sign of the cross” gesture in reverse order.

“This is serious, the things you see might shock you but you can not react! If they think you’re some sort of threat to our secrets or even just afraid of them, it won’t end well. I’m kind of taking a risk by bringing you here”

That brings your attention back to your friend.

“So you hound me for weeks to come with you, but I’m not even allowed to be here?” You ask back, starting to wonder why you actually said yes to this.

“Well yea, I just really want you to see what I’ve seen, I want what’s best for you”

That was actually really sweet of him.

Now you felt a little bad for making fun of this so much.

That is until you see a man in the next row pull out a flask with “unholy water” written on it and rub it on his chest like Vick’s.

But before you get the chance to ask Tyler where he keeps his flask(which you're certain he has). The choir stops singing and the Priestess has the room's attention.

Everything goes as Tyler explains at first.

The “sacrifices” are brought in in their underwear. (They couldn’t even keep their clothes on, what does the devil give them a level up if the victims are humiliated before they die?) and tonight's chosen one, Phil, is about to take his position, before you hear a voice behind you.

“Wait!”

You turn your head to see an older woman rushing in, but it’s not her that steals your focus it’s who walks in behind her.

He is quite possibly the most attractive person you have ever seen. With cheekbones that could slice butter and soft blonde hair falling around icy blue eyes.

She says his name is Michael and this honor belongs to him.

You look over to Tyler to see what’s going on. He didn’t explain what part of the performance this was, was this some sort of second act surprise?

You were expecting this night to follow like a church service, watching Phil take his vows and minimal audience participation. Now you wonder if this is all rehearsed, or if the Satanist’s are partial to improv?

But Tyler pays you no mind, he can’t take his eyes off the blonde either.

It’s not until the Priestess mentions the “mark of the beast” and that he is the chosen one, that you get why Tyler is looking at him like he’s some sort of god.

Because to him he is, this guy is supposed to be the Antichrist.

Tyler says nothing only glances in your direction when he sees you’re the only one still standing, before he pulls you down to your knee like everyone else.

The rest of the performance is really top notch.

The flickering of the lights was a nice touch, but you can’t help but feel a little uneasy wondering how they keep getting the thunder to time up with everything they do.

Plus the bodies of the sacrifices fell to the ground almost too well.

How did they manage to get their bodies to look that lifeless, and why did those cuts look so deep?

But you try not to focus too much on it as you walk to the ceremonial Wednesday night potluck.

After the Antichrist has dismissed his followers from fawning all over him, you sit with Tyler at the end of the table and dig into your lasagna.

“So does the antichrist part happen at every sacrifice or is this one special? Is it some Satanic holiday I wasn’t aware of?” You ask, breaking Tyler out of whatever trance he appears to be stuck in.

“What?”

“I gotta say the dramatics were very entertaining, but if you really wanted to get me here all you had to do was tell me the guy who plays the Antichrist is really hot” you snicker under your breath.

“Play? Y/n your don’t understand he IS the Antichrist” he explains in a hushed voice before continuing

“That doesn’t happen every time, he really has come. This is the moment we’ve all been waiting for! Don’t you see?! I think it was fate you came here on this night!”

“Ha, why do you need a virgin to sacrifice or something?” You laugh and take another bite before you look over and see Tyler staring at you with wide eyes.

“What?”

“You’re not serious are you?”

“Well yea, what’s the big deal, I didn’t realize you were so caught up on a social construct”

“I’m not, but you can’t say things like that around here” he looks around the room nervously and you follow his path of vision until your eyes land on Michael, who’s own gaze is locked on you.

There’s no way he heard you, you were across the room and you were whispering.

Still he continues to stare with eyes that speak only of intensity. No smile, no nod, no hint emotion whatsoever.

It’s only after you raise your brows and mouth a “What?” That he looks back down at his plate with a hint of a smile on his lips.

“Oh Satan, I think he heard you. You should go” Tyler’s tone becoming more erratic by the second.

“What?” You’re sure he's joking, but when he looks at you there is nothing but worry in his eyes.

Now you’re starting to get nervous, this is too far.

He actually thinks these people are going to do something?

He’s practically shaking with fear, and because of the man in the turtleneck? Who barely knows how to hold a spoon?

Okay you’ll play along for tonight, but tomorrow you are having a serious talk, he might need professional help.

“Alright let's go then” you huff out as you start to grab your belongings.

“I can’t just leave, especially since our savior is here, but I’ll make sure everything is good and you’re not followed or anything”

“Okay, is there some sort of satanic shuttle bus that can take me home? Or should I call an Uber? Does this place have an address or should I just send them an inverted cross?”

Still unamused by your inability to grasp the gravity of the situation, he just shakes his head and hands you his keys.

“Here just take my car, I’ll get a ride later, in fact stay at my house incase you’re followed”

He’s basically pushing you out of your seat and nodding to the door.

“Okay...bye I guess”

And with that you take off down the hall.

You know you’re supposed to go straight to the car. You’ve never seen Tyler look so serious in his life.

But when you walk past the chapel you can’t help but stop. You can still see the bodies up at the altar.

Why are they still there? Was there a trap door you missed and these were just doubles?

Or were these people so committed to the role and as crazy as your friend that they had to stay in the character of “dead sacrifice” all night?

Curiosity got the better of you, the car could wait, you had to see for yourself.

Closer inspection did nothing to stifle your suspicions.

It looked so real.

They weren’t breathing, so there was no way they were still the two actors, but you had never seen fake bodies look so real.

You're reminded of an anatomy class you took last semester.

Those cadavers looked suspiciously close to these.

Just colder and with less life left in their faces.

And there was so much blood, the iron was thick in the air.

But that couldn’t be true. Your friend wouldn’t kill someone would he?

He didn’t actually think they would kill you?

If you got a closer look, if you just swiped some of the “blood” with your pointer finger it would surely taste like corn syrup and not like…

“Are you afraid?”

You whip your head around, blood still staining your finger and beginning to drip onto the linoleum. To see Michael walking in the same way he had an hour earlier. Only this time without the cloak, but with some newly added confidence.

“They’re really dead aren’t they?” You know it’s true, but you still wait for his confirmation.

“Yes, that tends to happen when you slice someone’s throat” He acts as if this shouldn’t be a shock to you. It didn’t shock any of the other members of the congregation. Yet you know without him saying it, that he’s well aware you’re not like the others. That you don’t belong here.

“So you really sacrifice people, just to get stuff” you blurt out. Still trying to wrap your head around the fact that everything you witnessed tonight was real. Perhaps you shouldn’t have taken that last crescent roll you’d seen another satanist eyeing at dinner, you definitely have a curse coming your way. That is if you live through the night.

“Well not me” Michael says, pulling you out of your thoughts and back to the present.

“Oh of course, you’re the one they do it for”

“Well my father more specifically”

“Does that upset you?” You know you should be more careful about how you proceed with this conversation, but the words leave your mouth before your mind can stop them.

The question seems to catch him by surprise as he ruffles his brow, you’re not sure if it’s in anger or just shock at your brazenness. But he doesn’t answer. Just goes on to question you.

“Have you ever witnessed a murder before?”

“No”

“How did you feel watching it before your eyes?”

“Well I didn’t feel much, considering I thought it was all fake” That earns you a smile from him.

“And how do you feel now?”

“Curious”

“Really? Not scared?”

“No. Why should I be?” You’re really digging your own grave here. But your mouth seems to have a mind of its own.

“It seems your friend would say otherwise”

“Ah so you did hear.” You say, seeing his smile grow wider. “These aren't the days of the Old Testament, virginity doesn’t equally purity. Just ask sacrifice number one over there, with a body like that I doubt she was a virgin” you laugh, partially at your joke and partially out of sheer uncomfortableness. Michael doesn’t even spare the bodies a glance, eyes latched onto you, you go on to add

“I’m no saint. Despite my sexual history, or lack thereof”

“No, I’m sure you’re not” he emphasizes by swiping some of the liquid from your finger with his own, before taking it into his mouth. Making a show of it by closing his eyes as he releases it from his lips, slow as molasses. Smiling when he opens his eyes and sees you’re practically drooling.

Before his little show can go any further, you continue with your own questions.

“Have you killed people before?”

“Yes”

“How many?”

“You don’t have the time”

He’s looking at you waiting for your response. Waiting for the shock to subside and the shrieks of terror to take over.

Instead you just pause thinking everything over.

You should be scared, you know you should.

In one night you have watched two people die, found out your friend is a murderer, and that the Antichrist is not only NOT a myth, but is standing in front of you, conversing with you like he’s nothing more than your new neighbor.

Yet you search and search in your mind for any hint of fear and come up empty. All you feel is curiosity. You must be losing it too, you feel bad for judging Tyler so harshly. Maybe it’s his youthful face and the little outburst in the dining hall earlier, but Michael seems like more than simply the ‘incarnation of evil’. He seems so...human.

And more than anything he just seems confused and dare you say, lost.

“Do you like killing people? Or do you do it because it’s expected?”

“It depends”

“Would you like to kill me?”

Now it’s his turn to take pause, looking like he’s trying to decide if he’s “in the mood” to take your life.

“Not right now”

You can’t help but laugh at that (yea you’re definitely in shock). Soon enough he joins in too, and the mood feels lighter than it has all night. You might even say you feel comfortable.

That is until the laughter subsides and you meet his eyes. He’s now staring at you with the same intensity you’d met earlier at dinner.

It’s like he’s looking right through you, into your soul. You feel on display and more than anything afraid of what he might find.

“Stop that”

“Stop what?” He says with a playful tone and a tilt of his head.

“You’re..well..I don’t know what you’re doing but I don’t like it. You’re trying to get a read on me or something.”

He just smiles at that, because of course he does.

You know there is no avoiding playing into his hand. He wants to get a rise out of you, in one way or another.

“And what do yo-”

“Y/N!”

At the mention of your name you both turn to see Tyler standing in the doorway.

Antichrist or not, the look Michael gives him is enough to send a wave of fear up your spine.

He appears as though he’s about to snap his neck through just a look(and you're afraid to find out if he could).

Noticing his anger, Tyler stops and bows before Michael, apologizing incessantly for interrupting him.

You don’t miss the twitch of Michael’s lips. He’s clearly loving the effects he has on his followers.

You just roll your eyes at your friend.

“Calm down Tyler, get up”

He just let’s your words pass over him as if you hadn’t even spoken. If he hadn’t been the one to call your name a moment ago, you wouldn’t be sure he even knew you were in the room.

Every sense he had was aimed at Michael, and it was only when his precious dark lord gave him a nod that he got up and looked your way again.

“What are you doing? I thought you were going home?” He says through clenched teeth.

If he weren’t so worried about keeping you alive he would be pissed at you for not listening.

“I was. I am” you reassure him turning to Michael.

“It was a pleasure to meet you Michael, I’ll see myself out”

You are scurrying out of the room, grabbing a frozen Tyler and tugging him along with you, when Michael calls after you.

“No y/n, the pleasure was all mine.”

You’re at the end of the hall, and in the middle of Tyler’s scolding session, when you realize there is still blood on your finger.

It feels like it’s vibrating where Michael touched you, begging you to take notice.

Just wipe it on your jeans, you tell yourself.

Wait until you get to the car and find a napkin.

Do anything rational other than what you're thinking.

As you pass through the exit door, you cave and take a taste of the crimson on your finger.

Although you can’t see him, you know Michael is smiling. You can feel his smugness in the air around you and you're sure he knows what you just did.

This started out just as me wanting to make some jokes about Michael and the Satanists and has somehow turned into a multi-chapter fic. I still don’t really know where it’s going I’m just letting it take on a mind of it’s own. If it looks familiar it’s cuz it’s been on ao3 for a little bit now, so sorry it’s not a “new” new story! If you liked it that makes me very happy, and if not I hope it was at least entertaining! Either way thank you for reading!

(I wasn’t sure who wanted to be tagged just in my Xavier fic and who did in general so I didn’t add a tag list to this one)

#Michael langdon x reader #Michael langdon #ahs apocalypse #far too much sarcasm

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pucksslut · 4 years ago

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intoxicated

paring: suna rintarou x reader

summary: dragged to a college party by your good friend, you accidentally bump into a handsome stranger who you couldn’t help but become entranced by. college au! suna rintarou

wc: 3.2k

warnings: alcohol consumption/drug consumption, implied smut, drunk/high suna

authors note: so glad to get into writing again! i really enjoyed writing this fic and hope to get a part 2 out! i wrote in one of my friends as the reader’s friend, as she wrote a similar fic as well (i’ll link here). please feel free to request any fic or oneshot ideas and i hope to get more out soon!

“are you sure this is a good idea?” you ask, worry confidently slipping off of your tongue. Your sitting on a squeaky stool, gliding liner across your lips,

Your best friend, Lola, sitting beside you snickered, “when do we ever have good ideas? It’s not a good time without a little danger, am I right?”

It’d been forever since you were able to ease your mind and settle down, your friend encouraging you that a night out would be a mood-changer. Your mind had been beyond exhausted over the last few months, counting down the days before you could finally put it all away and be your true self again. That hope still is a dream away, as you still have what feels like years before you can finally sleep comfortably again.

“how’d you even get invited to this anyways?” you asked, sitting down your lip liner to pick up your hair straightener. You weren’t normally one to get done up for these types of things, but you haven’t gotten ready in forever. You’d convinced yourself that you just wanted to look nice for yourself, just this once.

“my dear, y/n. are you doubting me?” Lola giggled, giving your shoulder a playful nudge,

“I’m glad to inform you that one of the hosts of said party, personally invited me. Can I get a round of applause,” you both broke out into laughter, your friend fake bowing while you clapped. It was nice to share these little moments sometimes.

“would’ve been nice to know earlier. Who is this said, “host”, you speak of?” you questioned, turning your body to face your friend. You had no idea she was friends with the boys on your school’s volleyball team, let alone close enough where she’d be invited to a party of theirs.

“y’know, just the one and only miya atsumu.” She smirked, giving you side-eyed wink. Your eyes widened, sitting down the scolding hair-straightener in your hands,

“no fucking way! You’re friends with miya atsumu? Doesn’t he fuck around with anything that carries a pair of tits?” you rhetorically asked, snorting midway through the sentence.

You’d heard nothing but bad news about the miya twins, specifically miya atsumu. News got around quickly on campus, spreading even more like wildfire when it had something to do with the hotshot volleyball team. In all honesty, you could care less.

You continuously questioned why every girl on campus had such a fascination with them. They all seemed like shallow asshole anyways, not giving a single shit about any of the girls in their path.

“excuse you! I’ve had the pleasure of fucking him once, maybe twice,” she cocked her head at you,

“besides, don’t you want to party at least once? C’mon, these are the ragers everyone on campus talks about! You can’t leave me to go alone, babe!” she knew you were contemplating the idea in your head, meticulously running through every situation that could happen. But guilt-tripping you? Low-blow.

“you really have to make me feel like shit for backing out?” you rolled your eyes, an audible sigh escapes your mouth.

“so I take it as a yes?” she bats her eye lashes, sticking her pouting lip out as a typical over exaggeration.

…

You both stepped out of your uber, thanking him and wishing him a good night. You could hear the music pounding from even outside the house. You made eye-contact with Lola,

“are we sure we don’t want to turn around?” you asked, worry evident in your eyes.

“don’t be a pussy, y/n. just for a few hours, promise?” she said, sticking out her pinky for you to hold onto. You began your walk up the concrete steps, red solo-cups and empty beer bottles littering the front yard of the house.

There were already groups of people lined on the porch, evidently drunk and hoping to just catch a breath of fresh air. Your friend swung opened the door first, allowing the noise to hit you face first.

Your nose began to twinge at the strong scent of marijuana, the living room looking as if it was clouded. You both step your feet into the house, immediately overwhelmed by the blaring speakers and loud yells of voices coming from the kitchen.

Before you could come to your senses, you felt your hand being pulled further in the house until you were surrounded by the commotion.

“Drink! Drink! Drink!” chants and words of encouragement thrown across the room as a face was participating in a keg-stand. Your friends eyes darted towards you, laughter began to exit her mouth. She pulled her hand away from you to watch the scene while you kept your balanced shoulder on the wall next to you.

As quickly as it started, Miya Atsumu’s legs were dropped from the air, attempting to regain his balance as he hit the ground. The crown surrounding him began to applaud, causing a chuckle to escape from his lips,

“now, now! Yer all watching what I do best!” he laughs, Lola’s eyes lighting up at the sight of him. She’s already in too deep, you thought, a smile curving on your lips as you walk up to her,

“starstruck are we?” you whisper in her ear over the booming music, causing her to jump up slightly.

“what the fuck is wrong with you, sneaking up on me like that.” She laughs, her head turning back over to Atsumu, who is making fast conversation with the other guys around him, all wearing the same black and white jersey.

“I think you should go and talk to him, y’know, since you guys are so “buddy-buddy.”” You surround air quotes around your last statement, and begin to laugh even harder at your own snarky comments. Man, you really need to get out into the world more.

“why don’t we go together. I’ll introduce you!” she said, smirking confidently while grasping onto your hand once again.

Before you could protest her request, she was quickly pulling you around the kitchen and towards the badly-lit living room. Atsumu darts his head towards the both of you, his lips curving into a small smirk, his hand sticking out into a small wave.

“so you were able to make it?” atsumu asks, the same hand which waved enveloping Lola’s hand in his own. She smiled at him, their conversation completely blanking from your head when you lock eyes with a golden-eyed boy. Your brain quickly entranced by his fox-like stare and unkempt black hair.

You’d never seen someone who looked like him, especially someone you were so taken aback by. His body was strung across a small armchair in the opposite direction from where you stood; the coffee table across from him overwhelmed with rolling papers, beer cans, and cheap bottles of whiskey.

“earth to y/n…hello?” Lola asked waving her hand in front of your face, your head quickly snapping over in her direction.

“yes?” you asked quickly, hoping she didn’t notice your tranced stare. What the hell, of course she noticed. Both her and atsumu began to giggle,

“okay, what the fuck?” you stated, knowing damn well that you were being made fun of.

“nothin’, just wanted to introduce you to Atsumu here, but it seems like you found someone else.” She smirked at you, lightly hitting Atsumu on the shoulder, causing him to catch onto what your friend was trying to say.

“so yer into ol’ suna rin? Wouldn’t peg him as yer type, but I guess looks can be deceiving.” Atsumu joked, causing a laugh to escape your friends lips. Why does she feel such a need to impress this asshole?

“oh! Nice to meet you too! I’m l/n y/n!” you mocked, you have never been the type to put up with shitty attitudes, even if acting like an asshole was a center-piece of your personality.

“c’mon y/n, we don’t have to be rude. Why don’t you ask atsumu here to hook you up with him?” Lola asked, curling her body closer towards atsumu. The sight made you feel slightly uncomfortable, opting out for a drink instead,

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m going to grab a drink, want anything?” you truly didn’t want to stay, In all honesty, you’d rather go home and sulk in your bedroom than drink with a crowd you definitely didn’t fit into.

You questioned why you agreed to attend in the first place, or even if you agreed on your own accord anyways. You know she has your best interest at heart, explaining to you that you just needed a “break,” but she also knew that parties like this have never been your scene.

Yes, she has known you long enough to know this fact, but she’s also known you long enough to understand that it’s way too soon to talk to men again, especially men like this.

“don’t be lame, y/n. if that’s what you want then so-be-it, but I know you’ll regret it.” She states, waving you off somewhere to grab a drink.

You walked back over towards where you met up with atsumu moments ago, hoping for the bar to at least have a good option other than beer. As you reached the kitchen island, you were faced with a dilemma; tequila or vodka.

Both being risky decisions, you outweighed the pros and cons in your head, of course overthinking things as little as your option of liquor for the night.

Ultimately deciding on a vodka cocktail, you spun around with your cup and headed back over towards your friend and atsumu. Unfortunately, you caught both sucking face in a dingy loveseat.

Audibly making a sound of annoyance, you try and seek a place to sit. The dining room beside you being a faulty option as it was filled with drunken girls and boys who were higher than a kite, playing music as loud as they possibly could. You thought of sulking in the bathroom with your alcohol, but saw that option as poor, “party etiquette.”

“fuck!” you mumbled to yourself, frusturated at your friends lack of preparedness for her real plans during your night, and upset at the complete lack of your own social skills.

Unbeknownst to you, a pair of eyes were scanning your every back and forth movement while you frantically plotted your next move. Reverting back to the beginning of the night, you headed towards the front of the house, hoping to also catch a small breath of fresh air. Before you were even able to make it past the kitchen, a pair of large hands stopped you in your tracks.

“where ya’ heading, sweetheart?” a husky voice whispered into your ear, causing your arms to line with chills.

His voice was smooth, and without even seeing his face, it struck a chord within your body. You turned your head around to face him, quickly realizing who you were looking at,

“cat got your tongue, hm? No need to be impolite, pretty girl.” His breath smelled heavily of marijuana, evident in his eyes as well.

Much to your surprise, his smell was that of expensive cologne, overpowering the weed and alcohol branded into his mouth.

“well aren’t you bold?” you spat out, a smirk grazing atop your lips. His height compared to you is impressive, making you feel small underneath his hold.

“it’s hard to pass up an opportunity like this. You looked lost, and I’m just a kind-hearted bystander.” He joked, the grip on your shoulder loosened. You rose the drink you had in your hand onto your lips, pouring the cocktail down your throat.

The man standing in front of you avoiding to break eye-contact with you. His face was beyond breathtaking to you, his eyes a sultry color of hazel, something you almost never see on the general population of those surrounding you.

Everything about him intrigued you, even though you had only seen him for the first time less than moments ago.

Breaking you out of your trance, he turns on his heels making a beeline for the chair you first watched him in. taking this as a sign to follow, you gladly sway your hips behind him, a smirk lingering on your lips. He drunkenly throws his body on the armchair, patting the arms beside him,

“c’mere, pretty girl. No reason for you to stand around like a lost puppy.” His voice riveting through your brain, blocking out any other sounds around you. You were lost in this man, someone who you have yet to properly greet.

You initially thought your boldness was due to your drink, however, you still have yet to finish your first cup. The liquor wasn’t intoxicating, no, it was him. You guide your body over to him, carefully sitting on the arm of the chair, a silent prayer that your drink would stay in its’ cup.

“suna rintarou, by the way. But you sweetheart, can call me rin.” He states, rolling up a blunt on the table in front of him.

Everything he did was intricate, his lanky hands delicately rolling his paper, careful to keep it neat. You were impressed to say the least.

You’d only smoked a handful of times, however, you were never able to achieve the feat of rolling your own blunt. You were never patient enough, nor were you sober in the first place.

“wanna hit?” he offered, finishing off the top of the blunt. You questioned whether you should smoke, having taken a break from that “lifestyle” for the time being. But how could you say no to that face?

“of course.” You smiled, gladly accepting the blunt from his hand. One hit turned into several before you were high off your ass, giggling in rintarou’s lap.

You couldn’t recall how you got in the position, let alone what you were even laughing about in the first place. To say the least, this was the happiest you’d felt in a long time.

“rin! What the fuck?” your head snapped from the crook of suna’s neck to face a loud voice. A girl. You immediately felt uncomfortable, a once laughing fit now turned into you awkwardly sitting up from the position you were once in.

“fuck, what are you doing here?” he questioned, you being too embarrassed to even catch her name.

“really? I’m always invited to this shit! what whore have you seduced this week?” she rudely spat. Her voice was sharp, nearly snake-like as she came closer to the both of you.

“why the fuck should you care? Goddamnit, we broke up months ago,” suna calmly stated, “and she’s not a whore.”

He continued to speak, opening his mouth like he had more to say. Rather than retorting, the girl in front of you began to laugh,

“I won’t be opening my door the next time you come back to me, and I promise, he always does.” She said, projecting her last statement towards you.

It hurt, but you convinced yourself it shouldn’t. you only met this guy a few hours ago, why should his past relationships matter?

You couldn’t be jealous, and you had zero reason to be, right? As soon as she turned around to leave, you quickly sat up from the chair, readjusting the short skirt you’re wearing.

“y’know, I should probably go.” You mumbled, awkwardly turning to move somewhere, anywhere but here.

“y/n, c’mon. there’s no reason to leave. She’s nothing.” Suna stated, reaching up to grasp your wrist. You turned back around to face him, his lips outwardly pouting and eyes filled with lust. The sight made you giggle.

Maybe it was the drugs, maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was just the pure attraction to the man that sat in front of you. Your body languidly fell against him, wrapping your arms loosely around his neck.

“you’re so beautiful. Did you know that?” he whispered into your neck, causing your stomach to almost fill immediately with butterflies.

All of his words had an effect on you, and it was something you’re unable to explain. He made you forget about anything, which could be considered a bad thing, but it was intoxicating.

Instead of forming words to respond, you leaned upwards, pressing your lips onto his. The sudden touch came as a shock to suna, taking him a few seconds before he kissed back with vigor. His hand landed on your cheek, caressing the bits of hair shaping your face.

Suna deepened his movements, a rhythmic sequence between the both of you. His kiss ignited a fire in your stomach, something you couldn’t remember the last time you felt. His arms kept you in a hold as you straddled his hips.

You couldn’t care less if anyone saw, the only thing that mattered in the moment were you and him.

His lips disconnect with yours, a desperate sign escaping your mouth.

“what do you think we take this somewhere else?” he whispers, taking a bite of your ear into his mouth. You could feel him beneath you, his hardened dick poking into your thigh. You squirmed in his hold,

“and what would we do there?” you asked, close enough to his face that his warm breath molded against yours. You began to grind against his lap, hoping to coax an answer out of him. The heat in your stomach began to grow more, your increasing arousal growing noticeable within your rigid breaths.

“desperate are we, pretty girl,” he said, his hands snaking along your thighs.

“who says you could even take it?” his voice continues, these words causing a snap in your body.

“I want you so bad.” Your voice hinted with pure sex. Trying to think, you can’t remember the last time you felt this much attraction to single person, let alone someone who you’d just met.

Just as he moves to connect his lips with you once more, you hear a loud yell,

“we got cops!” someone yells from the room across from you.

Shit.

You quickly hop off suna’s lap, scrambling to find your phone. You had no idea where your friend had disappeared to, trying to quickly find her contact name.

“c’mon baby, we gotta go.” Suna says, grabbing onto your wrist. Your phone vanishes into your pocket,

“fuck, I don’t know where my friend ran off to. I can’t leave without her,” you continued on, suna dragging you out from the backdoor,

“she’s with atsumu right?” he quickly questions, only to receive a quick nod from you in response, “she’ll be fine, dudes’ a fucking pro at running from the twelve.”

Along with his reassuring words, your gaze locked onto his. Despite the situation that you had fallen into, his expression was calm.

He dragged your small form towards his black car parked on the opposite street, shoving you into the passenger seat.

“wait, where the fuck are we going to go?” you frantically asked, forgetting you’d only met him a mere hour ago. He threw himself in the driver’s seat, revving up the ignition.

“I dunno. you tell me, sweetheart.” He looked over at your sinking form, a wink directed towards you, releasing a laugh from your mouth.

He began to drive, evading any of the oncoming sirens. Even the way he drove had you entranced. His right hand left the steering wheel, finding home on your thigh, outlining circles onto your skin.

“my house or yours?” he asked, eyes fixed on the road ahead of him.

Goddamn, were you in for a night.

#haikyuu!!#haikyu x reader #suna rintaro x y/n #suna rintarou #suna x reader #haikyuu x reader #suna rintarou x reader

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optimistic-dinosaur-nacho · 4 years ago

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I Forgot My Line

Chris Evans x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Language

Summary: You’re an actress and you tend to forget your lines. Your co-star who is too nice, he helps you to not forget them.

Author’s Note: Stolen this from my old work in Wattpad, it’s very old so it will sound horrible.

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I was starting to shoot a movie and got lucky enough to work with a popular actor, Chris Evans. I've seen his movies, I even saw him on the red carpet but we never really spoken to each other. Today, I now have to be sociable. I'm playing Jane Morris, a 29 year old woman, who is a hard worker and travels a lot on her job. She has an ex-husband named Mike Hendricks who is portrayed by Chris Evans.

I was clumsy and sometimes I'd forget some lines but eventually I made about 10 movies without complaints but of course, Chris could remember because he's made more movies than me.

I gotten to the stage in Hollywood and was taken to the back. They've given me a script from a few months ago to learn the lines and parts. I had to read every day like a novel. Day to night. But I can't seem to remember some parts.

I was looking at the outfits that were for me on set. Some said the sets were in the city as well so we had to travel through the city to get some shots for this film.

"You must be Y/N L/N." I heard someone say behind me. I turned around and saw Chris stand there tall and gentle. "And you must be Chris. It's nice to finally meet you. I've seen most of your movies."

Chris smiles, "I've seen yours as well. The horror film was pretty crazy. Sad to see your character die in it."

"I know. I was bummed about that too. The blood wasn't very tasty, though." Chris laughs. "I want to warn you before we start this whole... filming but I do tend to forget my lines," He throws his hands up. "Oh no, it's okay. If you need anything with remembering, I can do that. That's why we film before we start the trailer." I nod and heard the director speak up.

"All right! You guys ready for the first shots?" He asks, I look at Chris who looks at me for approval. "I guess we are," I said, the director claps his hands. "All right, let's get you guys dressed."

---Few Weeks Later---

"Get out of my house! I don't need you to lecture about how I should live my life!" I shout at Chris, he squints at me and confusion. "I'm not lecturing you! I'm telling you that what's going on now isn't helping you. You're stuck in this hellhole, drowning in your own sorrows!"

I turned towards him and stomped up to him, "Drowning in my sorr-..." I paused. Damn it, I choked and shook my head. "Sorry, guys... I," I wave my hand, the director shouts cut. "It's okay, Y/N. Take a break. Give a 10 minute break!" The bell rings and I walk off set. Chris follows behind, seeing me frustrated as heck.

"God... Why do I keep forgetting my lines?" I snatched the script from my seat and read it all over.

"It's okay, Y/N. You did good," Chris says, I shake my head. "I just think that some people are thinking that I suck at acting and--"

"Don't mind them. This is your shot. All they do is control cameras, boom mics and sets, costumes, other stuff but you do what you need to do. Practice. Think of your lines as pictures. Read each sentence and repeat it in your head. Then put emotion into it."

I read my script closely and glanced off the paper and sighed. "Okay..."

"Okay?" He asks.

I nod, "Let's try it again."

Chris smiles and the director calls the team in again.

He said to resume to where we left off so I think of the line and thought of the emotion.

"Action!"

I dramatically turned around, "Drowning? In my own sorrows?" I asked, I walked up to him, "You're the one that shattered my whole damn life and you think I could walk away like nothing happened?"

"I didn't shatter it. I wanted to know what was best."

"What was best then?!"

"I don't know!!" Chris shouts, I stood there incredulously. Chris huffed out, "I don't know." His voice cracked. Tears were forming in his eyes. My face softened at his broken form as he runs his hand through his hair as my eyes trailed somewhere else. My eyes started to tear up as well, a tear streamed down my cheek. "Get out of my house... Mike..." He looks up to me.

"Please..." I said. His chest was heaving up and down. It looked like he wanted to hug me or at least give me a kiss. A kiss to Jane Morris. The acting felt so real. He takes his keys and walks out the door. Slamming it in the process, I choked a sob and plopped onto the couch and sobbed my eyes out.

"And... cut! Good job! That was amazing!" My makeup artist comes up and began to wipe those fake but real tears off my cheeks. Chris comes around and claps his hands. I see his wide smile, "That was great! I loved it. Felt so real." His eyes were already fixed by his artist.

"I never knew you could cry. I've never seen you cry." He laughs lightly, "Neither have I. But it sure as hell looked real."

---Last Day of Shooting---

After a few months of shooting the film, I had practiced more on my lines and remembered most of it. Sometimes we had to cut it for me to reread my script before going back. The last shooting was gonna be rough. But it wouldn't now, because Chris and I had been hanging out more and we basically became friends. But I began to grow a liking to him. He would come to my trailer and help me practice. And most of the movie had fights and small dates between Jane and Mike and he was there to help.

The one thing we didn't practice on was the main attraction to what the goal was in the movie.

In the movie it had been a year. Jane had returned from a long journey from her job and returned to Mike who offered to driver her home. But instead...

He took her to the beach. Which we actually went to.

The director says action.

Chris and I walked in the sand as the waves pound against the rocks. The sand sticking to the bottom of my feet. "Why did you take me here?"

"Thought you could get some air," He says.

"Why would I want to get salty air?" I joked. He smiles at me. "Okay... well. I thought you'd want to see the sun before I take you home." Him and I stop and watched the sun change the colors in the sky.

My hair blowing in the wind as Chris was staring at me. I turned to look at him, "What are you looking at?"

He smiles, "I'm looking at you." I turn to him.

Shit... I forgot my line.

I wasn't sure what to say. Before I could say cut, Chris grabs the back of my neck, his arm going around my waist as he pulls me into a kiss. Shockingly, I closed my eyes and went with it. He knows more than I do. Who knows if this was in the script, I don't know shit now. His lips are soft, warm and nice.

He pulls away as our eyes are still closed.

My mind comes back and the script in my head pops up now. "I-uh... What was... that?" I asked. He laughs lightly, "That was a kiss." I hum as in a 'no shit, sherlock' as he digs in his pocket. "I know I've- We had a rough start..." He opens his palm to show a ring. A similar ring to Jane to be exact. One that Mike had proposed to her.

"I'll start all over from the beginning..." Chris gets down on one knee in front of me.

"Jane... Will you... remarry me?" He chuckles at the end. I smiled and knelt down as well. "If we're starting all over then I have to say yes."

"You don't have to-"

"I'm just kidding," I laugh as I pulled him into a kiss. He wraps his arms around my waist and stands up with me. Our chests were together as he slips the ring on my finger and kisses me again.

Then the director shouts cut. Everyone is clapping and wrapping up the equipment. I pulled away from Chris as we're both smiling. We did it.

"This will be a good movie."

"It will," I say.

He turns to me, "I hate to ask this now but..." I turn to him as he smiles.

"Would you like to go out on a date tomorrow?"

~~~

I’m sure there will be no part 2

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holly-benji · 4 years ago

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9X02 BRETTSEY REVIEW

Here I am today talking about my impressions of the 9x02 episode of Chicago fire. Ready? First of all let me tell you that: 1. English is not my first language, so forgive me some grammatical errors. 2. I have written a lot (maybe too much) so I hope you have the patience to get to the end. 3. It is not a post against Monica Raymund or Gabby Dawson. Just some of my considerations about it. I do not want to start any war.

Let us begin! I will try to analyze what happened for the different phases that followed during the episode

RESCUE SCENE:

I start by saying that Sylvie Brett is really badass. She's really grown up and I think it's going to be a real PIC for Mackey.

Moving on to Casey: "61 respond. Do YOU hear me?". I think that YOU has a great value for him. I think this phrase encapsulates all of Casey's concern about losing Brett. The face he makes immediately afterwards when no one answers on the radio is discouraging. And when he asks Stella "we should have seen them by now", he is looking for some support in Kidd (of the series tell me that nothing serious happened Stella please).

When Casey sees the wreckage of the ambulance he can’t wait to know if Sylvie is ok. First of all, for him is not ambulance 61, but Brett's ambulance. The difference is substantial.

"Let me out". This scene is beautiful. Fortunately, after jumping out of a moving truck, Brett has already gotten out of the ambulance.

When Casey sees her, apart from screaming her name, he doesn't just ask her if she is okay. He looks at her everywhere, as if to see to himself that she is in one piece. Even afterwards he suggests to her to go to the hospital and when she refuses, he takes her to the truck to take her to the firehouse. With him. Brett's gaze is the mixture of being confused about the accident, and why Casey is there.

When Sylvie wants to save the crazy guy, he yells "Sylvie wait!". And then together they do what they do best. Saving lives.

IT HAS ALWAYS BEEN YOU

Of course Casey has to reach Brett to ask her once again if she is okay and tell her that he is glad if she is ok. What big scare did he get? But strangely enough when Brett asks him how he got there so quickly and why it was only him, he omits a few details in the reconstruction of how things went. Brett KNOWS him so the "it always been you" comes out of her. Remember that THE ONE she's been looking for for a long time, and she talks to Matt about in the 8x07 episode? She finally realized it was him all along. From the beginning of everything. And when she realizes that she practically told him that the key to everything is him, she tries to make up for the blunder she just made. In fact she says "such a good friend". Casey is amazed by this sentence, and wants to understand what else is underneath (because it can actually be sibylline), but is interrupted by Capp for the report.

SYLVIE AND STELLA

So Brett is in love with Casey. But she can't tell him. She doesn't want to tell him.

Let's make a brief summary of what happened between Brett and Casey from Sylvie's point of view. Gabby's departure marked a turning point for both of them. I think for both of them it was just a simple friendship at least until the episode 7x16. When Casey was almost shot with a gun. The two of them started talking more and more and became confidants of each other. Brett's feelings I think were initially seen in the 7x21 even if at the time as a simple attraction. She has been trying to suppress them ever since. It was said that they were not right. So she got engaged to Kyle and tried to carry on a meaningless relationship. In fact, not only did she want to suppress what she felt, she WAS CERTAIN that Casey would not have seen her any other way than as a friend and the 7x22 gave her confirmation. Casey involuntarily pushed her into the arms of another. After her return in the 8x03, Casey and Brett bonded more and more. And every time someone saw the chemistry that the two of them shared, she diminished. She did it with Olivia, Foster, Kidd and even Julie. Things changed in the 8x17 when Sylvie seriously started working on her feelings. In any case she became more and more convinced that the feelings she felt were not reciprocated, and mostly WRONG. He was still her best friend's ex, and she knew that he would not easily forget Dawson.

So when talking to Stella in this 9x02 SYLVIE DOES NOT WANT TO SPEAK TO CASEY BECAUSE IT IS SURE THAT HE IS NOT IN LOVE WITH HER, BUT THAT HE IS IN LOVE WITH DAWSON. So she thinks the solution is to pretend this conversation never happened.

CASEY ASKS HER OUT, IN HIS OWN WAY

Casey wants to understand better the exchange of jokes that there have been between them in the dormitory. And on top of that he wants to ask her to get out of the 7x22, so I think it was the right time to do it considering that he could have lost her. The way he asks her out is very funny. How he claps and waves his hands. I HAVE NEVER SEEN THIS SIDE OF CASEY. The faces of Hermann and Mouch say it all.

THE DATE AT MOLLY’S

The way Casey gets up when he sees her and asks her if he can offer her something to drink, it makes me laugh my head off. He's in serious trouble: he doesn't know how to handle it.

Here the evening takes a completely unexpected turn. Gallo does what he should not do. He explains everything that happened at the beginning of the episode and Brett FOR THE FIRST TIME questions Casey's feelings. She asks herself "maybe he feels something for me?". The answer is clearly yes. Just look at their exchange of glances. One feels too much between the two of them. In any case, Dawson's shadow always makes itself felt in her head, and moreover she would like to kiss him but she can't because of a ban she has imposed herself. So she runs away. She is afraid.

The way Casey gets up is so sweet. He still doesn't understand what's wrong. But he knows there's something he did that Brett didn't take well.

AVOID CASEY

When the shift starts Casey tries to say goodbye to her, but she doesn't answer. On the contrary, she runs inside the firehouse. And the same thing happens when they are reassembling the ambulance door. Severide's words are prophetic. Sylvie avoids Casey because on the one hand she wants to kiss him, and on the other hand she is afraid that she will not be able to take Gabby's place and that there is no game for her. There will always be Dawson in first place. Casey realizes once again that something is wrong (he still can't figure out what it is though). But his look says it all, and Severide notices it too. And it gives him the best suggestion. UNDERSTAND WHAT THAT LOOK MEANS.

I would like to point out that Stella, Severide, Mouch, Hermann, Gallo, Capp and Tony all saw the connection that brettsey have. The whole firehouse know. Even Tony who speaks very little says for the first time his own ("we don't know what happened").

THE KISS

First of all I find it beautiful that Casey went to ask for explanations. Their "talk to me" is the key to everything. They have always confided in each other, and have done so very much in these two years (7x02 and 8x16 for example). Tell each other what's wrong is the basis of a solid relationship. Sylvie then reveals the reason and kisses him. She makes the first move. And I found it fantastic. Clearly Matt gives in immediately. I want to point out that during the kiss they smiled, even with their eyes. Their happiness could be felt in the air along with their sweetness. It was beautiful and I loved it as all the time there was delicacy. I don't think we need other words to describe it. And they both wanted it for a long time. At least from 7x21. What patience.

THE PROBLEM: GABBY DAWSON

Let us now analyze the Gabby Dawson problem. As I have already widely explained Sylvie is afraid because she could take a place that is complicated to replace at best. She fears the confrontation with the one and only woman she thinks Casey has loved and will love. So she decides to clarify this issue with him right away, and I find it an extremely mature attitude. I want to emphasize that until now Brett has had messed up stories, broken engagements, so now she is looking for THE ONE. She finally found him, but there is the Dawson problem. Let's remember that in the 8x09 Dawson came back and Matt ended up back in bed with her. Can you build something serious and lasting with a person who as soon as the ex returns there is a risk that he will end up in her bed? That's what Brett is afraid of. Maybe for him it's just a desire to have sex, while for Sylvie it's trying to make the choices to start a family. Let's try to unravel the skein, and clarify some of my points of view.

I loved the Dawseys, very much. I found them beautiful. Their story was all passion, and I loved it. Gabby was a tough girl, Casey was a good guy and I liked them a lot. Then at a certain point (maybe due to the problem of becoming parents), each of them started to take a different path, in fact to be precise Gabby did. Matt and Dawson communicated very little, especially in recent times, and the important decisions were ALWAYS AND ONLY HERS. She confronted Matt at the end, when the decision had already been made. I've always admired Dawson's resolution, but in some attitudes I found it exaggerated. The choice to try to have more children even with a pregnancy at risk ONLY HERS, the choice to move to Puerto Rico? ONLY HERS AND OVERALL IS THE ONE THAT LEAVES CASEY, THE ONE THAT SENDS PAPERS FOR DIVORCE. SHE RETURNS, THEN SHE LEAVES. The one that says if you want, there is always a place in my tent.

Until now the decisions have been unilateral. Casey tries in his own way to make a new life for himself. He succeeds very hard. Initially he has a flirt with the journalist, then a flirt with the smart girl who interrupts immediately, and then from 8x03 let's say that his feelings for Brett, already present in my opinion from 7x19 at least ARE ALWAYS GROWN.

But why when Sylvie asks, he doesn’t respond: “I love you”? Simple, he hasn't understood it yet. Let's understand each other. Matt can't explain how he feels about Sylvie because he has never felt it before. He has these strong feelings, totally new. Here, in addition to a strong passionate component (which the Dawseys certainly did not lack) there is a strong mental component that makes all the difference. Brett and Casey have very similar characters, something that certainly could not be said with Dawson and have created a deep friendship. Basically speak his actions for him. Jumping out of a truck, asking her nervously if she wants to go out with him. These are all attitudes that have not been seen in Matt Casey before. They are attitudes of a person who is in love. His not being able to answer is dictated by the fact that he has never faced the problem. He has never closed the door with Gabby and he has always left a gap, at first very big, that he believes that that is still open, but which actually lacks a small push to close it permanently.

In essence Matt has to close definitively with the past and with all the drama that the relationship with Dawson has left. For example one of these is the problem of being rejected. This explains his nervousness towards Sylvie. He is not giving up completely. So Matt has to work on his emotions and he can't answer because he never asked himself the question. He took it for granted that he had moved on, but he hadn't put an end to it. I'm sure he will. Because he has to make his mind understand what his heart has already understood long ago. It must work on himselt and let off steam, talk to someone. These feelings for Brett have always been kept to himself. He has to shout it to the world instead.

Fortunately Matt and Sylvie are friend before lovers. They have built a strong foundation, and they are still communicating. I’m sure they will find their way back to each other.

I hope you enjoy my “review”. Let me know if there is something you want to add, or if you think I’m wrong. I’d like to chat with you, so write me!

Love you all, and always ship Brettsey!

I would also ask @hamburgerheroes if she wants to participate in the next reviews with her fantastic GIFs, and maybe alternate in the work if you like to comment together also the next episodes. Let me know.

#brettsey #review #9x02 #chicagofire #brettxcasey #sylviebrett #mattcasey #mattxsylvie #sylvie #matt #chatwithme

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eternalsehyoon · 4 years ago

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Park Jinyoung - Beautiful stranger (part one)

Title: Beautiful Stranger

Pairing: Jinyoung x Reader

Words: 1.6k

Summary: You work in a café and meet a beautiful stranger. Being quite insecure when it comes to feelings, and completely naïve when it comes to guys flirting with you, you don’t really see how much this stranger is into you... until your much too involved best friend convinces you otherwise.

I was cleaning the tables in the tiny café I have been working to for the past three years and a half. As much as I told myself I despised it, it had become a part of my routine and I had built my circle of friends around it. The customers were all usual, except for the few occasional tourists. Which meant I could tell you the names of almost every client who walked in the café, and my coworkers were like my family. My goal was to be a best-selling author, but as you probably know, it's easier said than done. I had been working on my book since I got this crappy job, and even though the novel itself was complete, my perfectionist self couldn't dare to send it to a publishing company.

"Y/N!!" My colleague and, most importantly best friend Kim called. "I know how much you hate tying up your hair, but I swear to God Josie will kill you if she sees you serving food with your hair down." I simply sighed, rolling my eyes. I knew Kim was just checking out on me, but I couldn't help to be a tiny bit annoyed by her attitude. I lazily grabbed an elastic in the front pocket of my dark apron and rapidly tied my long brown hair in a messy bun. "See." I pointed to the top of my head. "Happy, now?"

"Very." She simply stated, with a wide smile plastered on her face. Her title had just bumped from simple waitress to assistant manager and she took her role way too seriously, if you ask me.

Kim made her way from behind the counter to literally five inches away from me in the span of a few seconds. My reflexes made me take a huge step back, but my friend quickly closed the space between us and approached her mouth to my left ear, only to whisper: "By the way, you know, just like that... You've been cleaning this same table for the last thirty minutes." I let out a slight chuckle, covering my mouth with my right hand. "I don't know what you're talking about." "Sure..." She rolled her eyes. "I'm certain it has nothing to do with the handsome young man sitting right there, a couple of tables away." She wasn't subtle at all, since she almost yelled out the last sentence. I looked over at the table in question, and thanked the Lord that the "young man" was wearing a large pair of headphones on his head.

I caught myself staring at him again, noticing every little detail. From the way he was holding his phone with one hand, to the way he was using the other to occasionally sip on his latte. I felt my heart skip a beat, what the hell was happening? His hands were veiny, and his fingers were slightly crooked but had a perfect length. His dark brown hair was falling on his forehead adorably, and I enjoyed the way he would grin every so often while looking down at his phone with a smile so genuine, he almost resembled a small child receiving his first toy.

It was the first time I had seen him, you know, he was far from our typical 60 year old customer. When he had entered the place, he shyly asked for a table for one and I escorted him to my favorite spot; a small round table accompanied by two leather-covered lazy boy type chairs, by the window. The bistro was practically empty, so he was the only customer I could take care of, if you didn't count the two elders who would occasionally ask me to refill their coffees. "M-my name is Y/N and I'll be your waitress today." I stuttered. I handed him our menu, and he simply nodded with a smirk appearing on his lips as a form of "thank you". "I'll be back in a couple of minutes to see if you've made your choice." He looked up at me and that's when I realized he had the most gorgeous dark brown eyes. "Earth to Y/N!!!!" Kim exclaimed, bringing me back to my senses. "Go ask him for his number, for God's sake, or I'll do it for you." She ordered, half-serious. I bursted out laughing. "If you think one second that I've got the guts to even do that, you don't fucking know me, Kim!" She cackled. "Don't make me do it, Y/N." She threatened me jokingly, while making her way to the counter to start a new batch of coffee.

Kim had been working here for the past five years; she could pour a cup of coffee, answer the phone and print receipts all at the same time. It impressed me how determined she was, since she was still a student and didn't plan on working here forever. I followed her steps, only to print the stranger's receipt, since he had been in here for the past hour and a half. I awkwardly strutted towards the customer, "Here's your receipt, don't hesitate to tell me if you need any-anything else." I placed the piece of paper on the table gently, and as he took it, his hand brushed the top of mine, so I removed it swiftly. My cheeks were burning and I could see that his were turning bright red. It was like we were having a staring contest, and I swore I could get lost in his eyes for hours without even realizing it. His gaze shifted from my eyes, down to my nose and lips and then to the receipt he was holding. "My name is Park Jinyoung, by the way..." He muttered. "Uhm... I don't know why I said that but, yeah..." He took his face between his hands, his elbows leaning on the small round table and looked down. I let out a small giggle, I was sort of relieved that he was nervous also, I mean, that was a good sign, right?

Even when he was completely mortified, Jinyoung was still the most handsome man I had ever laid eyes on. "You can go to the register when you are ready to pay." I mumbled and left.

An excited Kim was waiting for me in the kitchen. She had witnessed this whole scene and was jumping around everywhere, I swore she was going to break something. She took my two hands in hers while she began dancing; I was just standing still, wondering what the hell was going on with this woman.

"He's soooooo into you!" She spoke melodically, almost like she was singing along to her favorite song. I sighed.

"Come on! You have to ask him on a date!" She was enjoying this too much, but that's what best friends are for, I guess. "Oh and I could tag along with Mark! It could be a double date!" She clapped her hands. Kim and Mark were the cutest couple I knew. They had just gotten engaged a few months ago and I always looked up to them as a model for what I want my future relationship to be like. I swore to myself that I would never waste my time with a guy if my eyes didn't sparkle like Kim and Mark's eyes do when they are around each other. That's what true love is, folks.

"Woah there!" I placed my hands on both her cheeks and gently pressed. "You need to calm down, he just told me his name. It's no big deal!"

"Whatever." Kim gave up and rolled her eyes, her sudden change of attitude caught me off-guard. "Just know you're your own cock-blocker." She pointed her index towards me and shrugged.

I was never the one to make the first move with guys. Even though I'm pretty confident most of the time, I always tend to chicken-out when feelings are involved. You could say self-sabotaging was my speciality.

I greeted new clients, placing them strategically all over the dining room. I was taking the order of a young couple while I noticed Jinyoung waiting at the register. My gaze scanned the place all over, Kim seemed nowhere to be seen so I tried my best to serve the couple as fast as I could in order to attempt to speak to Jinyoung for one last time.

Of course, the universe was totally against this plan. The guy, who was the male version of a Karen, wouldn't stop asking questions, and while I knew it was part of my job to answer him, I was completely annoyed. He kept on asking if the menu was vegan, and even though I told him it was not completely, but that we did in fact have some vegan options, he didn't want to cooperate at all. He only kept on yelling that we were all animal killers and left the restaurant, after insulting me.

I murmured a silent "go fuck yourself" to myself, before making my way to the register, noticing that Jinyoung had left the café already.

Just my fricken’ luck.

It was now the end of my shift, so I punched myself out and threw myself, completely exhausted, on one of the colorful bean bags in the break room. I had to wait for Kim, since she was my ride home. I scrolled on instagram for a couple of minutes when suddenly, a wild Kim appeared in the door frame, with the biggest grin on her face. I struggled to get up and out of the bean bag, my best friend laughing out loud at the view.

"I thought you'd want to have this." She handled me what I thought was a piece of paper.

I unfolded the wrinkly paper, soon realizing it was a receipt. Why exactly was she giving this to me?

"Flip it over and read." She ordered in a joyful manner.

It read:

To Y/N, Here's my number: 82-******* Please text me? I mean you don't have to... But I'd really like if you did? Jinyoung

My eyes grew three times their original size and I felt heat rise up my cheeks. So he was actually flirting with me?

******

Tell me if you guys are interested for part 2 and I will post it maybe in later this week!!! Thank you for reading :)

#park jinyoung #mark tuan #got7 #got7 imagines #got7 oneshot #kpop imagines #kim yugyeom #jackson wang #jaebeom #bambam #youngjae

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introverted-and-unhinged · 6 years ago

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I’m in Love with a Girl I Hate - Riverdale

Summary: Y/n and Sweet Pea don’t get along, and the whole crew is about to find out why.

A/n: I just finished my first semester of grad school, and I’ve gotten an A on 2/3 of my classes this semester. So, here’s a little something to celebrate. I might turn this into a series?

WC: 4681

Y/n’s POV

Growing up on the Southside of Riverdale when you weren’t a serpent’s kid was a little strange. Even as a kid, you were aware of all the secrecy, all the things the other kids understood that you couldn’t. Being Toni’s cousin has its perks; though, and you weren’t completely out of the loop. When you were younger, in elementary school, your house was the go-to hang out spot because your parents were actually home to watch you and your friends. Even now, Toni and Fangs spent a ton of time at your place, especially on Tuesday nights when your dad made his famous taco bar spread, complete with beef and chicken, three types of cheese, sautéed veggies, and his homemade salsa and guacamole. Your mouth was already watering as you walked up to them both standing in front of Sweet Pea.

“Come on, man,” Fangs said to him. “Put your differences aside for one night and join us for dinner like you used to.”

“Fangs, I only ever went because my mom made me, and she’s not here to do that now. So, I’ll just see you at the Wyrm later.”

With that, Sweet Pea left, brushing your shoulder as he passed.

“Why do you even try anymore, Fangs?” you asked him. “Pea and I have never gotten along.”

“I don’t know why,” Fangs mumbled, opening his locker. “You two have more in common than you think.”

“That’s probably why.” Toni cut in. “Sweet Pea probably can’t stand that y/n can read him like a book.”

“Still,” Fangs said with a nod. “it would probably be good for him to have someone that understands him that well in his life.”

“Are you kidding me?” You asked. “We would drive each other insane.”

Toni and Fangs just looked at each other and smiled as you walked to your first class, English, in which you had a pop quiz. After class, Fangs followed you and Toni out of class, complaining.

“That pop quiz was so brutal,” he said as Sweet Pea fell into step next to him after leaving his class across the hall. “Like, how am I supposed to remember which of the main character’s family members wasn’t in the dream he had at the end of the first chapter?”

“His mom.” You and Sweet Pea answered at the same time.

“Okay. That was creepy,” Fangs said as you and Pea eyed one another.

“Glad to know I shouldn’t have a problem with that quiz when I have to take it later today.” Sweet Pea said stopping at his locker.

Toni and Fangs stopped on either side of him while you kept walking, leaving them with little more than a nod and a wave. Just before you were out of earshot, you overheard Sweet Pea warning Fangs about not asking him to join you for dinner at your house again, and you just shook your head. Fangs was right about you and Pea having some things in common, at least. You were both stubborn as hell, and you were pretty prideful too. That’s why, at the beginning of high school, when Sweet Pea had decided that he didn’t like you anymore, you never fought back. If he wasn’t going to give you the time of day, you weren’t going to give him any satisfaction by showing any emotion about it. After a while, it stopped hurting your ego anyway.

Sure, you and Sweet Pea both hung out with Fangs and Toni, and you interacted with each other when absolutely necessary, usually only to criticize one another, but you didn’t really know each other that well. That’s why you were so confused when he was waiting for you outside your class after the bell without Toni or Fangs flanking him. Honestly, you thought for a moment that he was waiting for someone else, but you were convinced otherwise when he reached out for your shoulder and turned you around as you walked past him.

“Hey, y/n, wait,” he said as you turned to face him.

“Oh? Do we actually talk to each other now?”

“Look, I’m just here to do you a favor,” Sweet Pea said, holding his hands up with his palms facing you.

“What could you possibly do for me?” you cut him off.

“If you would fucking let me finish a sentence for once, I could tell you,” he bit back.

You crossed your arms over your chest in response nodding at him to continue.

“Mantle said something at practice the other day about planning some big thing to ask you to the homecoming dance, and I know you hate shit like that. He’s in the rec room setting shit up now, so steer clear, I guess.”

“Oh, um, thanks, Sweet Pea,” you said rubbing the back of your neck. “That’s actually really nice.”

“Yeah. Whatever,” he said looking down at his feet.

You adjusted your back pack on your shoulder and headed straight for the rec room.

“Did you not listen to a thing I just said?” Sweet Pea called after you.

“I got this!” you shouted over your shoulder, not turning around to see him let out a huge sigh.

You marched into the rec room to see Reggie and some of his jock friends hanging a huge banner on the wall. You leaned on the doorframe and cleared your throat loudly, causing the boys to whip their heads around to look at you. Reggie tried to jump in front of the banner, barely even covering up your name.

“Y/n!” he shouted, “You’re supposed to be at lunch.”

“Yeah, I was going to go until someone told me that you were in here doing all this,” you said waving your hand at the banner.

“Who told you?”

“Doesn’t matter,” you said, walking fully into the rec room. “Look, Reggie, I really hate big displays like this.”

His face started to fall as you spoke, and his buddies let the end of the banner that hadn’t yet been taped to the wall slip.

“But,” you continued, “I would love to go to the homecoming dance with you.”

A smile spread across Reggie’s face, and you leaned against the back of the couch next to you. He closed the distance between the two of you, placing his hands on the back of the couch on either side of you. You could feel his breath on your cheeks as he leaned toward you.

“Really?” he asked.

You nodded, placing your right hand on his shoulder as you bit your lip before laying a soft kiss on his lips. Reggie smiled against your lips as he placed a hand on your hip and pulled you closer to him. You and Reggie had hooked up a few times at some parties, but you had never kissed each other sober let alone in a room full of his teammates. A couple of the guys let out hollers as he deepened the kiss and you grabbed at his hair with your fingers. From the doorway, you heard Toni let out an “aww” that caused you to pull away from Reggie. She stood leaning in the door way with Fangs and Sweet Pea behind her.

“Gross,” Sweet Pea said before turning and walking away toward the cafeteria.

You rolled your eyes at him as Toni and Fangs walked up to you. Fangs clapped Reggie on the shoulder and gave him a nod while Toni pulled you into a hug and squealed. You laughed as she gushed about how she was waiting for you and Reggie to get past the drunk hookup stage of your relationship. Reggie smiled and put his arm around your shoulder.

“I think we have enough time to dip and go to Pop’s for lunch since I don’t have to set up all this shit anymore,” Reggie said to you.

You nodded and waved at Fangs and Toni as you and Reggie walked out to the parking lot.

Sweet Pea’s POV

“Where’s y/n?” I asked as Toni and Fangs sat down at the lunch table.

“She and Reggie went to Pop’s instead,” Toni replied with a smile.

“He’s one lucky son of a bitch,” I said, causing Toni and Fangs to raise their eyebrows at me.

“Oh, yeah?” Fangs asked.

“I mean he’s lucky he got away with pulling something like that and y/n still saying she’d go to the dance with him. Don’t go imagining things that aren’t there, Fangs.”

“She would’ve said yes either way. They have been hooking up for a while now,” Toni said.

“Really?”

“Yeah, you’d know that if you didn’t boycott every activity involving y/n,” Fangs snapped.

“Like you really want the two of us arguing at a party,” I scoffed. “I just wouldn’t have pegged Reggie as y/n’s type, to be honest.”

“And what would you think y/n’s type is, Sweet Pea?” Toni asked.

“Tall, dark, and Serpent perhaps?” Fangs added.

I rolled my eyes and took a bite of my sandwich, shaking my head ‘no.

“Sure,” Toni said, “go ahead and avoid the question by stuffing your face.”

Toni and Fangs spent the rest of lunch pushing the issue, suggesting that I had some sort of secret feelings for y/n.

“Come on, Sweets,” Toni said, “Don’t you remember when we were like six and y/n broke her arm while we were climbing around the rocks by Sweet Water River?”

“Yeah. She slipped on a rock. So what?”

“So she didn’t shed a tear, and you cried the whole way to the hospital because, and I quote ‘My best friend’s arm is going to fall off,’” Fangs jumped in, whining as he mocked little Sweet Pea’s crying.

“And,” Toni added, “You carried her teddy bear around her for over a month until she got her cast off.”

“Then there was the time we had to act out ‘The Princess and the Frog’ in class, and you threw a full on fit because you thought you were going to have to kiss y/n,” Fangs said.

“That doesn’t sound like it helps prove your point,” I said with a smirk.

“You weren’t upset because you didn’t want to kiss her. You were upset because you wanted to save your first kiss with y/n until your wedding,” Toni reminded him.

“That definitely sounds like a lie,” I said.

“It’s not. You also punched Jimmy Smith in the gut in fourth grade because he told you y/n was too pretty for you.”

“Because no one is ‘too pretty’ for me,” I spat placing air quotes around the words “too pretty.”

“No one?” Fangs questioned.

“Okay, maybe Heidi Klum,” I mumbled.

Toni and Fangs continued to list off every childhood memory they could think of to prove their point that I, at some point in life, had feelings for y/n. There were still fifteen minutes left of lunch by the time I got up and walked out of the cafeteria, having heard enough. I went to my locker and grabbed the books I needed to do my homework, deciding I was just going to skip the rest of the day. The front doors to the school flew open just as I was about to push them, and y/n and Reggie came through laughing and carrying milkshakes. I slid to the side to keep from running right into y/n and knocking her milkshake to the ground.

“Oops. Sorry, Pea,” she said looking up at me and slipping through the door.

The way she looked up at me through her bangs had me reliving each story Fangs and Toni had just brought up before I remembered one of my own. The one where y/n looked up at me in exactly the same way after both our names had been drawn to play Seven Minutes in Heaven during our first high school party. “I’m sorry, Sweets. I- I can’t,” she had whispered. I stood in the middle of the room with everyone staring at me as I watched her walk out the door. That was the last night I could remember us being friends. I pushed past her and Reggie with a wave of my hand and stormed through the parking lot toward my bike.

“Did he look mad to you?” Reggie asked y/n.

“Honestly, when does he not?” she asked.

Y/n’s POV

You and Reggie walked into the rec room hand in hand and sat on the couch next to Fangs. Toni and Cheryl sat together on the chair next to the couch, looking at something on Cheryl’s phone and laughing.

“Hey,” you said. “Did something happen at lunch? Sweet Pea looked kind of pissed when we passed him coming in from the parking lot.”

Toni and Fangs looked at one another with wide eyes.

“He left before free period? You don’t think we took it too far, do you?” Fangs asked Toni.

“I mean, anything is possible,” Toni shrugged.

“Took what too far?” Reggie asked, leaning forward and taking another sip of his milkshake.

Toni and Fangs looked at you, then at each other, and back a few times before they started muttering and speaking over one another. You, Cheryl, and Reggie just exchanged confused glances as you tried to decipher what they were saying. It proved to be of little use because all you could here were a series of ums and wells between long, quick sentences run together so haphazardly that it sounded like they were speaking another language.

“Wait,” Cheryl commanded. “Slow down and speak one at a time. TT, you start.”

“Well, um, Fangs and I were just giving Sweet Pea a hard time at lunch is all.”

“A hard time about what?” you asked, sighing and thinking you were pretty sure you already knew the answer.

“We, um, well, we may or may not have listed all the reasons we think he has feelings for y/n,” Fangs confessed.

Reggie choked on his milkshake and sat up straight with wide eyes. He continued to cough as you rubbed his back and shot Fangs a look.

“Exactly how many reasons are there?” Reggie asked between coughs.

“Well, we started with the time y/n broke her arm on the rocks by Sweet Water River,” Fangs said.

“Dude! We were six,” you replied.

“But he carried your teddy bear around for you for like a month!” Fangs defended, “Then we talked about the princess and the frog fiasco.”

“The what fiasco?” Reggie asked, causing you to turn to him and place your hand on his knee as you explained.

“I’m not exactly sure how they think that proves their point, though,” you said rolling your eyes.

“Well, there’s another detail you don’t know about, y/n,” Toni mumbled.

“Which would be?”

Your cousin looked down at her hands and picked at her nails. You looked over at Fangs with an eyebrow raised, but he was avoiding eye contact with you too. Toni spoke up after you leaned back in your seat and crossed your arms over your chest,

“The reason Sweet Pea was so upset about the thought of kissing you is because he wanted to save his first kiss with you until your wedding.”

“What the hell, T?” you asked, unable to hold back your laughter as you spoke, “What does that prove? We were in the first grade! That’s the most ridiculous-”

“Hold up,” Reggie cut in, “Sweet Pea said he was going to marry y/n?”

“Reggie, we were in the first grade. Kids talk about that shit all the time like they even know what it means,” you shot back.

“Sweet Pea?” he asked again.

“Yeah,” Fangs said, “then he swore me and Toni to secrecy.”

“I’m not saying Sweet Pea and I are close or anything. Really, we just play basketball together, but I know for a fact marriage is one thing the dude takes seriously.”

“And how would you know that?” you asked.

“Well, we have this tradition for initiating new team members where we get them really drunk and ask a bunch of super personal, embarrassing questions.”

“If Pea was drunk, you can’t trust a word he said,” you, Toni, and Fangs said in unison.

“That’s the thing,” Reggie continued, “Sweet Pea was the only new guy who wasn’t drunk. He told us all it should’ve been enough that he came to the initiation bull shit in the first place considering there was quote “no way in hell” it was tougher then his Serpent initiation had been.”

“Sounds about right,” Fangs muttered.

“Anyway, he about beat the shit out of Chad when he said the worst thing he ever did was propose to his girlfriend in front of all her friends as part of a prank. I’m talking slammed the dude against the wall and went straight for his neck while screaming about how that’s one thing a man should never joke about. When we finally pried Sweet Pea off him all he said was that playing with someone else’s emotions like that wasn’t cool, that it wasn’t okay to build up a person’s trust like that and then embarrass them in front of all their friends.”

The room fell silent, and somehow you knew you were the only one who could break it.

“I don’t think that has anything to do with me, though. Sweet Pea and I haven’t been friends for like two and a half years, way before we even came to Riverdale High,” you said. “And even if he did have a crush on me in the first grade, I don’t think he would’ve held onto that until now. Trust me, he hates me now.”

“But do you hate him?” Cheryl asked.

“That’s a good question,” Reggie said turning to you, “I know you pretty well, and from what I’m hearing, it sounds like you and Sweet Pea have a long history with each other.”

“We grew up in the same place. My mom used to watch all the kids in the neighborhood.”

“He’s right, y/n,” Toni said. “You’re not the kind of person to just give up on someone. It’s like one day you and Sweet Pea were super close, and the next, it was like you two barely knew each other.”

“You’ll have to ask him about that. I just went along with it, I guess.”

“Why?”

“Well, because he was mad at me, and I didn’t know how to make him not be mad anymore,” you admitted.

“Do you know why he was mad at you?”

“No,” you said, thinking about the last time you really talked to Sweet Pea. There was a sense of guilt you weren’t quite able to place.

“When did you stop being friends?” Reggie asked.

“It was like the beginning of freshman year,” you said, “right after- Oh shit.”

“Right after what?”

“Right after our first high school party. Toni and Fangs couldn’t go, so I begged Sweet Pea to come with me, and I um, I kind of left him there.”

Your voice started to trail off at the end of the sentence as you finally remembered exactly what had happened that night.

“Wait. Shit. I remember that,” Fangs said. “He came to my house after you left. He was pissed.”

“I’d be pissed too,” you admitted, “if my best friend left me at a party where I barely knew anyone because she was too afraid to tell me she had accidentally gotten really drunk.”

“You accidentally got drunk?” Reggie asked.

“Oh, shut up! It was my first party ever. I had no idea what I was doing, and I got drunk. Then, I got embarrassed about being drunk, and my anxiety made me feel like I was definitely going to puke, so I ran outside. Some junior girls outside said that the best way to avoid throwing up was to keep drinking, and I think I blacked out. God, I probably seemed like a total bitch the next day because I had no idea what happened.”

You put your empty milkshake cup on the table in font of you and laid your head on your knees, wrapping you arms around it to try and hide from the room full of people who were looking at you. When you finally looked up again a couple minutes later, Fangs was biting at his nails.

“Why are you doing that?” you asked him, knowing it was something he did only when he was really nervous or uncomfortable.

“You still don’t have the whole story, y/n,” he said. “Sweet Pea came to me house fuming because you had ditched him right after Jessica pulled both your names to play Seven Minutes in Heaven.”

Your face quickly turned bright red as the memory hit you like a ton of bricks.

“Okay, now even I’m convinced that Sweet Pea has feelings for y/n,” Reggie said sadly, looking you in the eye, “The poor dude probably thought you left because you didn’t want to kiss him.”

“That’s exactly what he thought,” a voice called from the doorway to the rec room.

It was Sweet Pea’s. Everyone slowly turned their head to look at him, all their cheeks blushing in either embarrassment or nervousness. You and Sweet Pea locked eyes over Reggie’s head, and your started to water. You were feeling a rush of guilt, embarrassment, apology, and pain. The mix of emotions bubbled up in your chest and started to push the air our of your throat. Legs shaking, you stood up and made your way across the room, stopping in front of Sweet Pea and looking up at him.

“I- I’m sorry, Sweets,” you whispered choking on your breath, “I can’t.”

Tears started pouring down your cheeks as your whole body started to jitter. You crossed your arms over your stomach as you started wheezing. The sound of your lungs struggling to suck in air in short bursts overwhelmed the room, and you suddenly realized that everyone was staring at you with concern. Without thinking, you bolted from the rec room, ran across the hall, and locked yourself in a dark, empty classroom. As you slid down with your back against the door and curled into yourself, you heard Toni call out, “Shit! She’s having an anxiety attack.”

The sounds of your friends shuffling across the hall covered the click of the second door to the classroom closing a few feet to your left after Sweet Pea had slipped inside. He waved them away through the window before sitting cross legged on the floor in front of you. Outside the door, Toni, Cheryl, Fangs, and Reggie walked back into the rec room. Once he sat back down on the couch, Reggie pulled out his phone to text Sweet Pea. The message read: Go for it. I won’t be mad.

Sweet Pea’s POV

My phone buzzed just as I took it out of my pocket. I glanced at a message from Reggie on the lit-up screen and rolled my eyes. I clicked the lock button and set it down beside me as I reached out for y/n. With a low chuckle, I tapped my knuckles on her shin as if I were knocking on a door. She pulled her feet toward her and folded her legs like mine, looking up at me and wiping her eyes. I scooted toward her and placed my hands on her knees; her body was still shaking.

“Shhh,” I whispered, “You have more of a reason to be mad at me than I do to be mad at you.”

“I’m such a,” she choked out, “such a bitch.”

“No, you’re not,” I whispered, shifting to sit next to her and pull her into my chest. “You didn’t know what happened, and instead of talking to you about it, I’ve spent the past two years being mad at you, being mean to you.”

“But I hurt you,” y/n cried into my chest, her shaking beginning to subside as I ran my hand up and down her arm and rocked us back and forth. “I was a shitty friend, and I hurt you. And I didn’t even know it.”

“You didn’t hurt me any more than I hurt myself by not saying anything,” I said honestly. “I’m sorry, y/n. I should’ve just talked to you instead of throwing our entire friendship away.”

“I would’ve done the same thing. Actually, I kind of did. I never talked to you either. I just assumed you hated me.”

“I’ve never hated you, y/n,” I said feeling a heat rise in my chest. If I could’ve stepped out of my body and kicked my own ass in that moment, I would have. “I was just-“

“Hurt?”

“Yeah, I was hurt, and I didn’t handle it well. I’m really sorry. Honestly, it’s probably the stupidest thing I’ve ever done, and that’s saying something because I shot an arrow through Toni’s tent last week just for shits and gigs.”

Y/n sat up and wiped her eyes as he laughed at me. I moved my arms from around her and folded my hands in my lap.

“I’m sorry too.”

“It’s fine. We can talk about it more later if you want, but I think you should go tell the rest of your friends that everything is ok.”

Y/n paused for a second and looked down at her hands.

“They’re still,” she whispered. “How did you?”

“You used to have anxiety attacks all the time when we were kids. If I could get you talking through it, they usually ended pretty fast.”

“I did? I don’t remember.”

“Yeah, you did,” I nodded. “Now go let everyone else know you’re good.”

I watched as y/n walked into the rec room, stopping in the middle of the hallway to wipe her eyes one last time. She walked quietly into the room and sat down next to Reggie, placing her head on his shoulder. His gaze snapped to me as I turned to leave.

“Where are you going?” he asked as the bell rang.

“It’s the end of free period,” I said, “I’m going home.”

“Why did you come back?”

“I forgot I was going to have a pop quiz in English today. I told Mr. Thomas I had a doctor’s appointment and asked if I could take it early and still get credit.”

“Why did you stop here?”

“I heard Fangs loud ass telling all my secrets and was gonna kick his ass,” I shrugged. “Timing, I guess.”

“Are you still gonna-” Fangs started, but Reggie interrupted him.

“Did you get my text?”

“Doesn’t matter, dude.”

“Yes, it does,” Reggie said, getting up off the couch next to y/n.

I started walking away, hoping Reggie would just leave it, but he jogged in front of me and cut me off before I could turn the corner. I could see everyone else spilling out of the rec room and weaving through the sea of students trying to get to their next class. Fangs craned his neck above the crowd, trying to focus in on the conversation Reggie and I were having.

“I told you I wouldn’t be mad,” Reggie said.

“I know,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest.

“So you did read my text.”

“Yeah, and?”

“And I’m serious, man.”

“Don’t worry about it,” I said right as the warning bell rang and the halls cleared out again, allowing Toni, Cheryl, Fangs, and y/n to come up behind Reggie.

When he looked over his shoulder at them, I took the opportunity to step out of his blockade and start heading for the door again.

“You and y/n clearly have feelings for one another, and I’m not going to be the one that gets in the way of that,” Reggie called after me.

“You already asked her to homecoming, bro. She likes you. Have fun,” I called back before walking out the front door of the school.

I heard running behind me as I approached my bike. Turning, ready to yell in Reggie’s face to back off, I locked eyes with a much smaller figure.

“You didn’t deny it,” y/n said, stepping toward me.

#Sweet Pea #Sweet Pea x Reader #Reader x Sweet Pea #Reggie Mantle #Reggie x Reader #Reggie Mantle x Reader #Reader x Reggie #Reader x Reggie mantle #Riverdale #Riverdale Imagine #Sweet Pea Imagine #Reggie Mantle Imagine #Toni Topaz #Cheryl blossom #Fangs Fogarty #writingbombshell

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krreader · 6 years ago

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swim | chapter 4.

pairing: min yoongi x reader fandom: bts warnings: non idol!au ; sex shop!au ; college!au ; language ; masturbation genre: smut ; angst ; crack ; fluff previous: 1 ; 2 ; 3

summary: what he wanted was someone he could have casual sex with. what he got, was a co-worker that he wanted much more from.

a/n: soooooo, I think these two finally need to make out soon, am I right?????

“Well, someone looks grumpy,” Namjoon chuckled as Yoongi entered the kitchen, Jin currently making breakfast for himself, Hoseok and Namjoon, “I take it the sex sucked?”

“The sex never happened,” he said with disappointment, plopping down onto a bar stool next to them, “I fucked up.. bad..”

“Didn't get hard?” Hoseok asked, licking his spoon clean.

“No. No, I got hard in seconds. I.. accidentally moaned out the wrong name..”

All three of the guys Oh'd, as if they’d all know that problem, Jin and Namjoon shaking their heads.

“Bad move, my friend,” Jin said and put some food in front of him, “Here.. eat this. You’ll feel better.”

“Whose name was it?” Namjoon asked.

But Yoongi didn't have to say it for Hoseok to grin and wiggle his eyebrows.

He knew exactly what name.

“(Y/N). Am I right?”

“Listen, she picked up this lingerie set yesterday and I just.. I couldn't stop thinking about it.”

“You can't stop thinking about her,” he clapped his fraternity member on the back as he walked past him, “You have a crush on her.”

Yeah, and that was the problem wasn't it?

What happened to him only wanting casual sex for the next five years? What happened to him not falling for girls anymore?

Completely erased.

If you asked him today if he wanted to go out with you, he'd say yes without a second thought. If you asked him to wait for sex for two years, he'd gladly wait, as long as that meant he had you by his side.

“You should invite her over sometime,” Jin smiled, “I'd love to get to know her. She seems to be a sweet girl.”

“No. One of you is going to steal her away from me if I bring her over.”

“Oh come on,” Namjoon yelled after him as he left, “That happened one time and she was only a fuck to you anyways.”

Yoongi was surprised to see you in the store before him. Usually he was the first in here. Well, he used to be the only one who worked here, but he thought you'd always come in later than him.

“Oh, hey,” you smiled happily, “My last class got canceled, so I thought I'd come here earlier..”

“You have a bit more free time and decide to spend it at work?” he chuckled, walking into the back of the shop to take off his jacket.

No. You decided to spend it with him.

“Well.. I'm a hard worker, I guess,” you shrugged.

“Ah, there you two are,” your boss narrowed his eyes at you, “(Y/N).. what cup size are you?”

“Dude?!” Yoongi immediately stood in front of you.

Something that you noticed and that would have made you smile if you weren't so incredibly confused.

“I'm not asking for myself, don't worry. The new lingerie came in today and there's this one bra that doesn't have a tag on it. And since I don't have breasts, I can't check it on myself. And I think it looks kind of like your size.”

“Do you.. want me to try it on?”

“Would you? That would be great, thank you, sweetheart,” he handed you the piece and went back out into the shop, taking care of the customers that were already roaming around.

“God, he's such a moron. Can't even order lingerie with proper tags,” Yoongi mumbled.

“Ah, it's okay. I've been meaning to try this on anyways. I've never worn anything like this in my life..”

“Really?”

“Well, I told you I've never had a boyfriend,” you smiled shyly, your fingers gliding over the material of the bra, “So I've never felt like I had a reason to wear it.”

Yoongi gulped down hard, looking away before his dick had a thought of his own.

“Well.. uh.. just change in here. I'll make sure nobody comes in,” and with that, he was out the door, standing in front of it like he was the bouncer.

He didn't know if it was your innocence that made him this crazy, or because you were just so goddamn attractive and didn't even know it.

The thought that there has never been a guy to see you in something like this made him want to be the first. He wanted to let his hands glide over your curves, tell you how beautiful you looked as he stared at you for hours. He wanted to carefully take off the lingerie and plaster kisses all over your body, wanted to hold you against him, wanted to hear you moan out his name and..-

“Yoongi?”

He blinked a couple of times, shaking his head to get out of his fantasy, before he carefully opened the door a bit.

“You okay?”

“I don't know how to close it? It doesn't have a hook.. can you help me?”

Oh my god.

Talk about an anxiety attack.

How the fuck was he supposed to control his dick now?

“Uh.. I..-” he should just say no. That was the logical thing to do. Tell you that he wasn't good at this either. But then you'd ask your boss. And he'd rather have a boner, than let his boss anywhere near your half-naked body, “Sure.”

Your back was facing him. That was good.

However, there was still a lot of naked skin. And he immediately had to gulp down the moan that wanted to come out.

“It's really complicated,” you chuckled.

“Yeah.. makes you wonder how people get out of them,” he tried to lighten the mood, but you seemed to be in good spirits anyways. It was only him that was awkward.

At first he took a good long look at it and tried to figure out how to close it, so that he didn't have to touch you for longer than absolutely necessary.

But as soon as his fingertips came in contact with your skin and he saw the goosebumps spreading on your back, he couldn't help but smile.

“Sorry.. my hands are kind of cold.”

“No, no, it's fine,” you smiled shyly.

He tried to focus on nothing but the bra.

Close it, Yoongi. Don’t take it off.

It took him a few seconds, but then it finally clicked and he took a step back. Only for you to turn around and look down on yourself.

And that was his death sentence.

“So.. what do you think?”

Well, for starters, you had absolutely gorgeous breasts and the bra fit perfectly. Second, he really wanted to take that off of you now and wanted to bury his face in between them. Third, they seemed to be a great size for his hands to run over, fourth..-

“It fits.”

And with that, he ran out of the room.

Not walked, but ran.

And you stared after him in complete confusion.

“Did I.. do something wrong?” you asked yourself, but then shook your head. You hadn't said anything at all, really.

Well, whatever his problem was, he'd get over it for sure.

For now, you tried to wiggle out of the bra again and make a tag for it, now that you knew it was your size. And with that bra dangling from your finger, you walked back over to your boss.

“It's my size. I already made the tag.”

“Ah, thank you so much, love. If you could put that and the rest of the sets onto the lingerie table that would be great,” you nodded and wanted to walk into the back again, but then your boss added, “Oh, and could you get Yoongi for me? There's something wrong with the cash register again.. he's usually the one to handle it.”

“Will do,” you smiled brightly.

Honestly, you didn't think anything of it. You thought Yoongi might just take a break outside, maybe have a chat with a friend on his phone, maybe even have a smoke – if he smoked. But after you had laid out the lingerie and after you had searched nearly every room, the only one left was..-

“Yoongi? Are.. are you okay?”

Yoongi immediately stopped, his eyes wide as he heard you walk into the bathroom.

“Uh.. sure. Why?”

“Well.. you.. ran out really fast before. Are you sick?”

“No, no, I'm okay. Don't worry about me.”

“Are you sure? I can get you some water.. or anything else?”

He really appreciated what you were trying to do here, but you were the fucking reason for this situation. He had gotten a boner and it needed to go away. And the fastest way was to jerk off. It's not like this is the first time he's done it here, but it was most certainly the first time he did it because of you. And he was sure that it wouldn't be the last.

“I'm okay, (Y/N). Really. Just wait for me outside, alright?” he had a hard time staying so soft in his voice, when his hand was wrapped around his hard dick.

You were fidgeting with your hands, clearly not comfortable leaving him on his own in here, but at the same time, you didn't want to do anything he didn't want you to do.

“Please tell me if you need me, alright?”

He needed you. Desperately. But he didn't say that, obviously.

“Will do.”

And as soon as the door got opened again, he continued pumping his hand up and down in fast motions, those images of you in that bra not leaving his mind.

God, what the hell was he doing? This was so wrong, but..- fuck, you were so attractive. You were so beautiful. And he liked you so goddamn much.

“(Y/N),” he moaned.

“Yes?”

“Oh my god!” he instantly stopped again, “I thought I told you to go!”

“Well.. I was almost out the door, but..- you called my name!” you sighed and walked over to the bathroom stall he was in, “Yoongi, please tell me what's wrong.. I know you're hiding something from me.”

Maybe he should just tell you.

Open the door and show you what you were doing to him.

But that would be overstepping a line and he didn't want to make you uncomfortable.

So he tried to come up with an excuse.

“(Y/N).. men sometimes get.. excited. Especially when working in a shop like this,” yes. Good. Blame it on the shop, “There's a lot of things around that make people horny.”

It took you a good minute to figure out what he was referring to, before your eyes widened, “OH! Oh my god, Yoongi! I am so sorry, I didn't..- oh god, I didn't mean to interrupt.”

“That's okay,” he chuckled, thinking your reaction to be incredibly sweet.

But just as he thought you had left him again, you walked back into the bathroom.

“Hold on.. but.. why did you say my name then?”

“I uh.. you know.. just wanted to tell you that. I wanted to be honest with you.”

He didn't see you there, but your reply was a simple: 'Alright' and this time, he really made sure you were gone before he continued.

However, as you were finally outside again, you couldn't help but narrow your eyes and whisper: “Is he.. thinking about me? While.. jerking off?”

And why the hell did that excite you?

#bts imagine #bts x reader #min yoongi x reader #suga x reader #min yoongi imagine #yoongi x reader #yoongi imagine #suga imagine #bangtan boys #bts #bangtan sonyeondan #min yoongi #suga #yoongi #reader #mine

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summylise · 5 years ago

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His Secret Santa

Hi @ceryneiian !!! I was your (horribly untimely) Secret Santa!! I am SOOO sorry that this is late and thank you so much for understanding. This is part 1 of a 2 part one-shot (two-shot? but not really?) that I wanted to get out so I wouldn’t be COMPLETELY disappointing you. Anyway, here ya go!! (and @chatnoirinette I have NOT forgotten about your present. Once I finish this fic I will immediately binge your fic I legit can’t WAIT).

Summary: Adrien hadn’t had a real Christmas in years and his friends know it. Luckily, the trio has a plan for this. But will they be able to keep the secret from him?

Rating: K+ - T (they don’t swear but I usually do this just in case)

@mlsecretsanta

It had been about five years and his father had yet to acknowledge the existence of Christmas. He understood why, of course; it had been his mother’s favorite holiday, one that she wasn’t afraid to go all out for. But that didn’t lessen the sting he felt every time the season rolled around.

Adrien Agreste stood leaning against his wall of windows staring out at the various Parisian houses littered with lights and decorations and laughter. And while a part of him longed for that sense of joy they felt, another ached at the memory of his mother standing on her tiptoes trying to hang one last ornament on their way too extravagant tree. He wished he could go outside and play in the powdery snow that blanketed the streets and his back garden but knew that the second he’d step outside; his father would scold him and degrade him for being so childish and dirtying himself.

Going to school the following day just made it all the harder for him. He’d had to hear all about how Alix’s dad was taking their family to Egypt to see how they celebrated the holiday and how Chloe’s family was going on their first vacation into the Swiss Alps. He’d been happy for them, ecstatic even; Chloe hadn’t had a proper Christmas with her mom in years and they’d finally be a family again. But the thought of her huddling around a fire with hot chocolates and warm blankets while snow quietly fell outside made his gut sink. He’d been waiting for five years for his mother to come back, to finally celebrate Christmas like they used to. And the more days that passed in her absence, the less likely it was that he’d ever get that again.

His thoughts were interrupted by a buzz in his pocket.

Nino’s eyes widened at the message. With shaking fingers, he opened up a different conversation.

“Nino? Alya? Adrien?” piped up Madame Bustier from the head of the class. “Please put your phones away until the end of class. You may want to pay attention unless you plan on failing the final tomorrow.”

The trio almost slammed their phones on the table in unison with a force that had Marinette squeaking awake.

“And Marinette makes four. Perfect!” she added with a clap of her hands and a sweet smile on her lips. She turned her attention back to the chalkboard. “Now. Back to Shakespeare…”

~~~

The second the bell rang, Adrien snatched his bag and turned to Nino. Or rather the spot where Nino was two seconds early. He tilted his head to see Alya missing as well, the ends of her hair slipping out the door leaving a stunned, and still slightly groggy, Marinette staring after her.

“What’s up with them?” he said still staring at the door.

When he didn’t hear a response, he glanced back at the girl. And instantly regretted it.

His eyes caught on the way her long lashes flashed across her sky blue eyes. Despite being rimmed with red, the deep blue shimmered in the early afternoon beams. The way those beams caught on her dark locks made them look almost like the color of midnight that poured past her shoulders. He’d noticed that in the last few years, she’d decided to lose her signature pigtails instead choosing to let her hair fall freely. When questioned, she’d pouted in a way that had his heart lurching and said that she’d preferred coming to school on time as opposed to spending time on her appearance.

Honestly, she could have fooled him. As each day passed, she’d seemed to shine just a little bit brighter and his heart was there for each and every second of that shimmer.

Except for the second she’d turned her attention onto him. Like she did now. Wait…

“I’m sorry what?” he said realizing she’d been talking to him for a little while.

Marinette sighed with a smile and repeated herself.

“It’s nothing. Just said that I didn’t know. That’s all,” she said with a shrug. He must have paused for a bit too long or had a weird look on his face because her eyes widened and she piped up again.

“Ohmygod that sounded so rude. I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it like that-”

“No! No you didn’t you’re fine,” he said shaking his hands, a deep flush rising in his cheeks. “I didn’t take it like that at all no you’re fine. I’m...sorry if I gave you that um impression-”

“Oh! No, you, uh you didn’t I just didn’t want you to- I mean sound rude or—” Marinette shoved a strand of hair behind her ear and snatched her bookbag. “Um nevermind I’ve got a study to test — I mean test to library—um I mean—”

“Yeah yeah me too,” Adrien added with a cough, grabbing his own bookbag. The room had suddenly gotten really hot. “The exam phys—I mean physics exam...thing…”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah...so um...I’ll see you tomor-” Marinette hit smacked into the corner of his desk with a wince. “I mean later? In class? For the um—”

“Exam.”

“Yeah! That guy...I better—”

“Yeah um me too.” He turned and smacked his head on the doorframe causing Marinette to let out a small snort.

“So..bye—” she let out, slipping through the doorway before she could finish.

“Y-yeah um bye...”

Adrien stared at the door for a second longer before finally breathing.

And promptly facepalmed before racing to the men’s locker room. Study to test? Really, Adrien?

Adrien smacked the back of his head against a locker and slid down to its base. Just a couple more days and you’ll be on break. A break you should be spending with your friends and not your father.

He slid his phone out of his pocket.

Adrien let out a breath, Nino’s words rolling around his head. He was right; it was basically impossible for Marinette to think badly about one of her friends, let alone think they were weird. He knew Nino was right but that still didn’t make him feel much better. Knowing him, he’d say something stupid, mess up his words, and look like an idiot in front of her. It hadn’t been hard before; he’d been normal around her for years but for some reason, lately, he’d been unable to finish the simplest of sentences instead finding her mere presence distracting.

The ringing of the class bell shook him from his thoughts.

Crap the exam!

~~~

Marinette was already shaking by the time Adrien made it to her. Normally, she’d be fine talking with him...around other people. When it came to one-on-one? She’d rather take on Papillion, Mayura, and about twenty akumatized baddies all at once than face Adrien alone.

She knew she should be used to the feeling she got around him by now seeing as it had been about five years since they first met. But there was just something about him that made her heart skip every time their eyes met. Maybe it was the way that puberty hit him like a freight train. Maybe it was the way that he’d gotten closer to her throughout the years. Or maybe, just maybe, it was the way she swore she’d noticed he’d gotten just a bit more clumsy, a bit more red-faced around her.

Now she stood at the front door of her high school, wishing she were anywhere but right in front of the man who’d had her heart.

“Hey, Mari,” he said with a casual wave of his hand. Her face broke into a smile at the nickname and waved back a greeting. “How’s it hang-going? How’s it uh going?”

Marinette slid her eyes to the floor and pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. She shrugged.

“I mean it’s uh it’s going,” she said with a nod at nothing in particular. “How’re you going? I mean how are you doing?”

Adrien rubbed the back of his neck. Deep breath, Adrien. You’re fine. “It’s, I mean it’s exam season so uh going as good-er-well as it can haha…” he trailed off.

They both stared at the patches of snow at their feet for a beat.

What did he want to say to her? Was he going to ask her out? Nah, not likely. She’d been pining after him for years, what was one more day going to make? But he’s been acting weird for the past few months and now he wants to talk to her alone? It had to be about classes or exams or something.

What was he supposed to say? How would he start it off? ‘So you doing anything over break and want to hang out’? No that sounded too much like a one-on-one date type thing. Did he want it to be a date thing? No? Yes?

Luckily, Marinette was the first to talk.

“So…” she trailed off after a moment. “How’d your exam go?”

Might as well start it off casual and try and at least pretend like she had herself together.

“I’m not great-I mean I’m g-great but the exam...wasn’t really…” he trailed off. Marinette giggled, his own nerves putting hers at ease. Adrien’s heart skipped, forcing him to take a breath and finish his thought. “Wasn’t exactly expecting those elasticity questions so we’re just going to cross our fingers and hope for the best.”

“Yep same here. I thought I’d studied enough, but I guess I should have stayed up a bit later going over particle motion.”

“True but think of it this way,” Adrien said with a point of his finger. “If you’d stayed up late, you might have slept through that review session.”

Marinette guffawed. “Yeah like those review sessions really mattered. I swear she didn’t put any of those questions on the exam. I’m pretty sure she just did that to make us think we had a chance. Looks like I’ll have to retake the class next year.”

Adrien chuckled, the sound spreading Marinette’s grin wider.

“Nah,” he said. “I think you’ll be fine. You’re a lot smarter than you think.”

Marinette’s grin dropped, instead parting into a soft O. She lifted her eyes to his and the look she gave him like she was looking for the joke, a lie, a hint of sarcasm. But he’d meant it and he hoped she could tell.

Oh god was that too forward?

“Th-thank you,” she said faintly. “Adrien.”

And the way she said his name gave him chills. Like it was the sweetest word she’d ever had on her tongue. Adrien blinked.

“Yeah, no uh no problem,” he said, heat rising in his cheeks.

Another beat of staring at snow-covered boots and gently falling snow.

Now or never Adrien.

He took a breath.

“Hey, are you—”

“So I was thinking—”

They both froze. Stared at each other. Then burst into giggles.

“You first,” he said with an edge of laughter.

“No, you.”

Adrien stopped mid-laugh, his smile dropping. Here goes…

“Were you doing anything over break? Like do you have any...um...free time? Or something?”

Marinette’s laugh died out.

Did she hear that right? Was Adrien Agreste asking her if she was free? To hang out with him? Was it like just them?

“What?” she asked.

Crap.

“Oh uh, I was just uh curious because Alya and Nino won’t be in town and my dad has me scheduled for the whole week or at least a majority of the week, and it’s break and Christmas and, I don’t know, I guess I just wanted to hang out with.” He paused, meeting her gaze before forcing out the final word. “A friend.”

There was the catch. A friend. Just as a friend. Her heart snagged. She knew she’d been looking too far into it. She shouldn’t have let herself overthink it or had Tikki convince her of what she’d thought was going on. She swallowed and forced a smile to her face.

“Y-yeah um...I-I mean I’m pretty busy the whole week too with the whole bakery and Christmas season and everything so…”

Even if he didn’t return her feelings, she still couldn’t stand that look he was trying so hard to hide.

“But, I think we’re closed on Christmas Eve? Or we close early or something? My parents are trying to wrap up early so they can relax before Christmas morning,” she said. “W-would you like to come then maybe? I don’t think my family will mind, especially if it’s y-I mean a friend.”

His eyes lit up at the suggestion and her heart couldn’t help but do painful somersaults. She bit the inside of her cheek. Just a friend, Marinette.

A friend. The word hit him like a ton of bricks. His gut had told him this was the case, but he didn’t want it to actually be real. He knew what Plagg had been saying was too good to be true.

He took a breath.

He could practically hear Plagg right now. ‘It’s better to at least enjoy the smell of sweet cheese than to not be around it at all.’

“Yeah! I’d love to. That sounds...nice,” he said through the same faked smile he’d perfected over the years.

Even if he was only considered a friend, he’d still be hanging out with someone he cared about not only over break but for the holiday as well. Despite the bittersweet taste left in his mouth, he left that day a small shade brighter. His mother had always emphasized the need to surround yourself with loved ones this time of year. If he wasn’t allowed the tree or presents, at least he’d have that.

#adrienette #mlb #ml #super heroes are a thing #i just decided to do a whole slice of life thing #secret santa #part 1/2

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spidxysense · 5 years ago

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Back to You | 2

Summary: He broke your heart, but you’d always love him. Two souls that not even the universe could tear apart, even if you wanted it to at times.

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

A/N: So I got to thinking, maybe I’ll do a schedule for new releases? I was thinking I’d update every Friday to Sunday, so I’d be updating a chapter either Friday night, Saturday or Sunday, just so it’s also easier on me since squeezing in 3 chapters in like a week was honestly so stressful. This chapter is also notably a lot longer than the other two since A LOT happened in this one. There’ll be a time skip in the next one, so watch out for that!!! I honestly love your responses! And rest assured that I read every single one, I just can’t reply since my dumbass self didn’t make this her main blog and I honestly can’t share my main blog. I honestly love hearing from you guys, feedback, reviews, I’ll take them all! Even notes on how I can make my writing better? Or whatever you guys can think of!

Word count: 5,413

Prologue | 1 | 2

"WELCOME HOME!!!!" Someone screeches in your ear right as you open the door.

"Holy fuck." You stare in awe and bewilderment at the house party currently going on inside the house you share with Troye.

It's been a few days and you'd just gotten back from LA and now all of this was happening.

"Y/N! Y/N!" You try to turn to find who was calling you, your luggage long forgotten.

You squint your eyes at Troye, jumping up and down on the table he made as a makeshift stage as he called your name on the mic.

You pull your luggage along and push your way past all the people in the living room, just barely making it to the table, "What the hell is going on?!"

He covers the mic with his hand, and crouching down to speak to you, "I wanted to host a listening party to my new unfinished album but things got a bit…"

"Out of hand?!" You complete his sentence for him.

He nods solemnly, "But isn't this great?! Just what we both needed!"

You can't say you feel the same, but you nod anyway, "Did you make sure nobody came in my room at least?"

"Totally!" He points up the stairs to you room, "See for yourself!"

You lift the luggage above your head, maneuvering around all the people in your house, and at a certain point, they even help you carry your luggage, getting it to the top of the staircase before you. Cheek to cheek pecks and quick hugs are exchanged as you try to find your way out of the groups of people in the living room and by the time you get out, it's as if you'd been dancing with them from all the panting you were doing when you grab your luggage again. You stop in front of your door, scoffing in disbelief, "Leave it to Troye to make my room look like a crime scene." You mutter to yourself as you begin tearing off the yellow and black striped tape labeled 'CAUTION: DO NOT CROSS' You lug your suitcase into your room, leaving it in the middle of the room as you jump into bed face first. Just when you're about to shut your eyes, you hear your door click open and a body sit next to you on the bed, you don't bother looking, you already know who it was.

He slaps your thigh hard and squeezes until your sitting up and glaring at him, an amused grin on Troye's face.

"Come downstairs and have fun with us." He whines.

You rolled your eyes, "I just came from LA, there have been numerous girls in cars screaming 'Spring Break' in my ear even though it's the middle of November. I think I'm good on the party lifestyle." You fall back down on the bed, shutting your eyes.

He gets up, not letting go of your hand, "Janet told me she gave you your phone after your beautiful best friend got it fixed for you."

You lift your head in Troye's direction, "And?"

He gives you a pointed look, "And are you sure you didn't spend the past three nights looking at old pictures of you two and listening to his voicemails as you cried and hugged your phone?"

Only one of those two things were right, "Joke's on you, I didn't open anything from him." I fish out the phone from my back pocket, throwing it his direction, "So in your face."

He claps his hands giddily, "This calls for celebration then!" He manages to pull you up, and throwing a dress he'd already had hung on a chair, "Get changed, and get moving, because we're ending this night laying on the floor."

"I don't have any other choice do I?"

He bit his bottom lip, looking like a kid excited to meet Santa, "Absolutely." He grabs your hands pulling you up, "And I have a really big surprise for you too!" He rushes out the door.

"HURRY UP OR I'LL COME IN THERE IN 10 MINUTES AND DRESS YOU MYSELF!" He calls out from behind him. You sigh, looking at the piece of work you had to work on.

"This is gonna need more than an hour to look even remotely presentable." You mutter to yourself with a sigh.

You walk out your room, looking down from where you were looking out at the people still partying inside the house, "There she is! I have missed this Y/N, it feels like years since I last saw her!" You hear Troye say into the mic from below you.

You give him a sarcastic smile, flipping him off. But the sudden commotion near the front door is enough to take your attention away from him, and widening your eyes in shock and disbelief, and before you can even look back at Troye, you let your feet drag you there yourself.

"What is Harrison doing here?!"

Troye rolls his eyes, clearly drunk, "I'm pretty sure I invited him via text half an hour ago-"

You pull Troye to the nearest unoccupied bathroom, "Have you gone batshit crazy?! Why the hell would you do that?!"

He pats your head, "Don't worry, I told him not to bring Tom. Y/N, Harrison is a whole snack, he is so foine, and so toight-"

You scoff, "And you thought that just because you told him not to bring Tom, he wouldn't?" You turn on the faucet, letting it run under your hand before whisking him in the face with the water in your hand.

He looks at you in realization, covering his mouth in shock, "Holy fuck. Did I just indirectly invite your ex-boyfriend to my house party?"

You sigh leaning on the bathroom counter, "This wasn't exactly the surprise I thought you had for me."

He shakes his head furiously, "No, no, no, no, no! My surprise was I'm including our little song that we never released! I was gonna have you sing with me! I already told everybody and everything!"

You grip on tight to the bathroom counter, "It'll be fine, I can stay in here for the rest of the night, you can sneak me cheese platters and check on me every hour or so, I can do this. I-I mean, seriously, I've probably done worse-" suddenly you feel a sharp pain across your cheek.

You stand there frozen, staring at Troye who was also frozen, his hand still in the position of the slap he just gave you, "Oh my god, I am so sorry." He clears his throat, standing up straight, "But you needed that.” He points a knowing finger in your direction, and all you can do is nod.

“If not now, then when?” He paces back and forth, “You can’t just keep avoiding him forever, aside from the fact that I wouldn’t let you in the first place, it’s just impossible. So in hindsight, you should be thanking me.”

You roll your eyes, “Oh my god, thank you SO much, Troye for inviting my ex’s best friend and inadvertently inviting my ex who I’m not even remotely close to getting over in the process.” You continue rambling, "Thank you for letting the only guy who's ever broken my heart into your humble abode, that's for inviting who just the other day, you told me to get over to your party." You were screaming by now, "Thank you so much because everytime I see him, all I can see is him and Zendaya, who by the way is one of the most beautiful people I've ever met so I don't know how I'll even ever compare to that-oh my god, I need to sit down." You grab onto the counter for support while taking deep breaths.

He gives you a sheepish smile, “Feel better about that little confession?” he crosses his arms, "You are way prettier than Zendaya. Trust me. I'm gay, so I'm pretty much an expert at judging other people based on appearance alone." He speaks in a matter of factly tone, handing you a paper shot cup, like the ones from the dentist's office. You take a whiff, pure tequila.

You peer up at him, wordlessly taking the cup and tossing your head back as you take the shot. You’re breathing heavy but the weight from your chest has definitely lifted, “Yeah that did it, definitely feeling a lot better.” You grab his arm, pulling him out with you. Suddenly, right when you were about to walk into the kitchen, a familiar beat plays, and you turn around to find Troye, on the table, another mic next to him on the stand as he starts singing, holding his hand out for you to take while singing the song.

Young ambition

Say we'll go slow but we never do

You grab his hand, letting him pull you up on the table with him.

Premonition

See me spendin' every night with you

Oh, yeah, under the kitchen lights

You still look like dynamite

And I wanna end up on you

Oh, don't need no place to go

Just put on the radio

You know what I wanna do

We can just dance to this

Don't take much to start me

We can just dance to this

Push up on my body, yeah

You know we've already seen all of the parties

We can just dance to this

We can just, we can just

Dance to this

We can just dance to this

He turns to you expectedly and you stick your tongue out at him grabbing the mic, still attached to the stand, tilting it over while singing and dragging it along with you as your shimmeyed closer to Troye.

Dear beloved

You face Troye, gesturing for him to come closer with your index finger.

Bring those 501s a bit closer, bit closer

And dear, my lover

Do that thing we never do sober, sober

Oh, yeah, under the kitchen lights

You join him for the chorus.

You still look like dynamite

And I wanna end up on you (yeah)

Oh, we don't need no place to go

Just put on the radio

You know what I wanna do

We can just dance to this

Troye grabs your hands, jumping up and down with you as you laughed and danced t the song, completely forgetting about the people watching you two.

Don't take much to start me

We can just dance to this

Push up on my body, yeah

You know we've already seen all of the parties

We can just dance to this

We can just, we can just

Dance to this

We can just dance to this

I don't wanna sleep tonight-night-night-night-night

I just wanna take that ride

I don't wanna sleep tonight-night-night-night-night

I just wanna take that ride

We can just dance to this

Don't take much to start me

We can just dance to this

Push up on my body, yeah

You know we've already seen all of the parties

We can just dance to this

We can just

We can just dance to this

Don't take much to start me

We can just dance to this

Push up on my body, yeah

You know we've already seen all of the parties

We can just dance to this

We can just, we can just

Dance to this

Dance to this, love

Dance to this

We can just, dance to this

Dance to this, dance to this

We can just dance to this

I don't wanna sleep tonight-night-night-night-night

I just wanna take that ride

I don't wanna sleep tonight-night-night-night-night

I just wanna take that ride (We can just dance to this)

I don't wanna sleep tonight-night-night-night-night

I just wanna take that ride

I don't wanna sleep tonight-night-night-night-night

I just wanna take that ride

We can just dance to this

I don't wanna sleep tonight-night-night-night-night

You lean against his back as you two finish the song, hugging after it’s done.

Troye gives you a pat on the back and a proud look, “Still got it, Y/N." He gives you a hip bump, "Alright, well it looks like you’ve earned yourself some alone time. Go on up ahead to your room, I can hold the fort down here, but I expect to see you later." He hands you a bottle of unopened tequila, "You better be shitfaced when I see you later."

You make your way around the house, deciding to do a quick walk around just to greet the people who came, taking the shots they offered you whenever they came up to you, and telling them you'd be gone for a bit to organize your luggage. You come across Harrison in the kitchen, leaning against the stove. At first you don't mind him, going forward, but a force pulls you back, making a double take.

"Don't come crying to us if this night ends with you on fire." You try to speak over the music.

He jumps slightly in surprise but eases up once he sees it's you, "Jesus, Y/N!" He leans over to hug you tightly, "Where the hell have you been?"

You rub the back of your neck, "I've been here and there. Sorting some things out." He nods silently.

"Well, Tom's here too! I hope you don't mind I brought him here with me."

You give him a small smile, taking the shot in your hand, "Can't avoid him forever." You laugh, shrugging, remembering the joint panic attack you and Troye just had in the bathroom a hour ago.

Your eyes soften up, "H-how is he?" You stare down at your feet, suddenly nervous about the question, "Is he alright." If sounded more like a statement than a question, like you wanted him to be doing alright no matter what.

Harrison's face goes serious, "I don't know what to tell you, Y/N. I mean I could lie and tell you he cried for a few days and is now in the process of moving on, but if I'm being truthful here, he's an absolute mess." He sighs, running a hand through his hair, "It's hard enough just getting him out of bed. I mean, I don't blame you, he was an asshole, what you did wasn't exactly in the right either- you know what, this isn't even my business, so I'll keep out of it." He takes a sip from his red cup, "It was great seeing you again, Y/N."

"You're still the smartest person I know." You reach out for a hug.

He rubs your back, "Go talk to him, yeah?" He pats you on the back, "Sort this mess out, so I can hang out with the both of you again."

You give him a curt nod, you weren't really even sure you'd sort it out with Tom, and if you were being honest, part of why you even talked to all these people, walking around the house before retiring to your room was the small glimmer of hope you'd come across him. There was just too much emotion and issues there that you had no idea where to start to untangle. You turn around, walking out the kitchen, "Don't leave too many broken hearts behind you!" He calls out after you. You just laugh, turning to look at him, flipping him off.

Even Harrison knew the most obvious outcome of this breakup was that it was permanent. In your mind for the time being it was. It had to be, you were so sure of it that the scenario in your head when you see Tom again was you, acting aloof, keeping a strong footing as he asked to to get back together. But in the end, no matter how many scenarios you come up with, you don't know how it would end up between the two of you. Not anymore. Back then if you asked yourself that question you knew you and Tom would end up together, get married, have kids one day, and you'd live in London. But the you three or four months ago was someone different. The you back then had never even imagined Tom cheating on you was even remotely possible, the you back then loved him with so much more of your being, and you thought he did too.

You grab the doorknob to your room, turning it and pushing it open, but upon entry, a familiar melody drifts into your ears, a song written for only one person to hear besides you, and that person was standing here now, over by the window, staring down at the people below. You don't make a sound. Time seemingly flowing in slow motion as he turns around to face you. Thinking about this vs actually experiencing it was a stark difference. He looked tired, worn down, he looked like he had the world on his shoulders, like he hasn't been getting enough sleep, he was pale, and there was nothing you wanted more than to run in his arms and embrace him. Forget he ever cheated, forget he ever threw away all your feelings for him, forget he ever broke your heart, and just forgive him and love him without exception, but you don't because you know better and you remember everything. He was your world, but you had to love yourself more than the world ever could.

He played with the ring hanging from his necklace, the same one you left on top of the note you wrote him, "Y/N." His voice is hoarse as he walks to you with open arms, but you don't budge.

This feeling was strange, to have this person who you knew you loved, someone who you lived with and shared a home and life with for 2 years standing in this room that belonged to you, yet he looked like he didn't belong here. Like there was no place for him here, a complete stranger in a room that belonged to his other half.

He stops in front of you, clearing his throat when he realizes you weren't jumping into his arms, "I-I can't do this, Tom." You turn away from him as he furrowed his eyebrows and reaches out to grab your wrist.

"You can't." He sounds like he's on the verge of pleading, "You can't just leave me again." Tears were threatening to form in your eyes as he reaches out to hold your hands.

You pull them away, "You can't do this now." You put distance between you two, "It's not fair-"

He gives you a hurt look, "What's not fair is leaving in the middle of the night." He wipes his eyes, "What's not fair is refusing to take any of my calls and hiding out with Troye while I held out some hope that we'd get to talk about what happened like adults, I had no idea where you went, if I'd ever even see you again. I came home, Y/N. I stayed with you, and you wrote me a note and left me. We were going to talk about it in the morning-"

"Staying with me isn't going to fix the problem, Tom." You feel your eyes sting with tears, "No amount of talking between us would have solved this." You gesture towards the space between you two, "We were headed in different directions and you were just the first to do something about it to make it all the more obvious." You blink back the tears.

He reaches out again, grabbing your hands and this time you don't have the strength to pull away, "I love you, Y/N." He looks you straight in the eyes, "I have never loved anybody more than I love you."

"I know." You pause, taking a deep breath, "There's not a bone in my body that doesn't believe you do." You smile sadly at him, "But it's not the same anymore."

The tears fall down your cheeks as you hold his cheek in you hand, "I love you, Tom." He leans towards your touch, "But I can't be with you right now." You pull back your hand but he grabs it in time.

"No, no, no, no, no." He pulls you closer by the wrists, he rests his forehead on yours, his eyes shut as tears streak down his cheeks, "Come home. Come back home and be with me and-and we'll fall even more in love with each other." He whimpers, "Just don't leave me." He whispers, "We can slow dance in the kitchen, we can get more dogs, we'll watch your favorite romantic movies, we can kiss under the rain, we'll spend everyday together and we'll cuddle every night, we can travel the world, go anywhere you want to go, leave this whole thing behind, and we will just be us and I will love you so much more."

You feel the tears down your cheeks, words that had they been said to you months before, you would have jumped at the chance to make them come true, but that was then and this is now.

"We can't do that, Tom." You shake your head smiling sadly at him as you wiped his face free from tears, "I love you more than anything." You clutch the back of his head tight, "But we have careers. You're you, and I'm me, and a lot of people in the world are counting on us. We-we can't just leave that behind."

He grabs your face in his hands, softly, like he'd break you if he applied any pressure, "I didn't mean to hurt you." He sighs, "I just want to be with you so much."

"I know." You place your hands over his, pulling them down and away from your face, "But you did." You don't let go, "But we need to find who we are, I need to find who I am, and I can't do that if all I do is depend on you to be that defining factor of me."

"I'd follow you anywhere." He pleads, "Just be with me and I'll make sure you're happy, whatever you need to grow, as long as you stay with me."

You smile sadly at him, "In any given situation, Tom, I would absolutely love that. But the fact that you'd even be willing to let down all these people who are counting on you and who look up to you is proof enough that we both have some growing up to do." You caress his cheek, "But not together, not with each other, and when the day comes that we've both grown, a little wiser beyond our years, and we meet again, I think by then we'll both really know."

He shuts his eyes, savoring the moment, "C-can I kiss you?" He blinks a few times then adds, "For the road."

And you giggle, because that's what Tom always said before kissing you one last time before he had to go off and travel, you giggled because in that moment it was you two, just the two of you from months and years back when you knew and felt in your hearts that the two of you would end up together, when all you knew was loving each other, days when it was just you and him and nobody else, when things didn’t matter. You bit you lip, smiling nodding before he's leaning in. The kiss that you wished lasted a lifetime, at first both of you were smiling, but then, you felt tears coming from your eyes as you realized, this may be the last kiss you'd ever have with Tom, and you think he felt it too, because he was crying as well. You pull away first, his eyes glazed over, "I love you." He rests his forehead on your again before sighing, "I should probably get going." He sniffles, "I literally only came here to talk to you." He smiles sadly, his jacket in his hand, giving you a small wave, "I'm not giving up on us, Y/N."

You maintain the curt smile, giving him a tiny wave back, but when the door closes, you collapse on your knees, sobbing. This was supposed to help you feel better, it was supposed to feel liberating. But why did it feel wrong to let him go? You eye the abandoned tequila bottle on the carpeted floor and you take a deep breath, reaching over for it as you sat against your bed, slouching as you take a swig from the bottle.

It's been a couple of hours and the tequila bottle had been long abandoned an hour ago, instead you broke into your small case of wine from under you bed and now here you were, laying on your floor, halfway through your 2nd bottle of wine. A small couple of knocks brings your attention to the door. Troye peaks his head in.

"Hey." He gives you a sweet smile, "I saw him coming from here. I've already kicked everyone out. I thought I'd give you some time. Do you want more time?"

Suddenly you face contorts into all kinds of pain as you shake your head, "I need you " you cry.

He doesn't say a word, laying down next to you on the floor as the song plays in the background.

"Do you miss him?"

You stare straight up at the dimmed light, nodding your head silently.

"Did you get back together with him?"

You shook your head.

"Does it hurt?"

"So much." You barely manage to whisper.

He sighs, reaching for your hand and intertwining it with yours, "Good. That means you're living life."

You stay silent letting the song flow from your laptop, he takes a swig from your wine bottle, "Is this one of your new songs?"

You shook your head, this song was probably 2 years old, "I wrote it for him." You shut your eyes, letting the sound of your love fill your quiet room.

You remembered the day you first played this song. It was a month after Tom first said he loved you and you just replied with a thank you even though you already knew back then you felt the same.

2 years ago

You watch Tom get frustrated with the sink in your tour bus. It was the second to last month of tour and he'd be with you for the rest of the week, and things seemed tense with him. You stand up from your seat and walk over to him, hughing him from behind amd pecking him on the neck, "Hey." You whisper, "Are you okay?"

He sighs, "The bloody sink is just annoying me." He groans, walking away from you.

You furrow your eyebrows, "Well if I knew any better, I'd say you were pissed at me."

He was sat on the couch, pinching the bridge of his nose, he stands up, and stops in front of you, "Do you remember what I told you last month?"

You open your mouth in confusion, "We said a lot of thing last month." You place your arms on his shoulders, pulling him closer, "Come on, don't be mad at me." You peek up at him, meeting his eyes.

He sits you two down, facing each other, "Last month, I told you I love you. If I'm being honest I already knew it before I even said it, but it was a huge leap of faith that I took because I was absolutely terrified of saying it to you, and you said, 'Thank you'." He looked upset.

"Tom-"

"I don't know what that thank you meant to you, but to me, it was a rejection, that you didn't love me back." He sighs, "I thought maybe you needed some time, a couple of weeks to think it over, but it's been month and I think you really only meant it as a thank you." Tom was definitely annoyed.

"I just want everything to be perfect." You try to reason, "I want this whole week to be perfect." You emphasize.

"It's fine even if I just hear you say it, Y/N." He states point blank.

You gulp, you already knew Tom was pretty annoyed, but you really did want it to be perfect, you'd been preparing for it for a month or two now and to just say it now would be a complete waste of time, you were sure it was worth it, no matter the consequences.

He stares at you for a few more seconds before standing up, "Why does everything have to be perfect with you?" His eyebrows were furrowed and he was frowning all around you, as he gestures all around the room, "Why can't you just for once, accept that things in the world just aren't perfect and they don't have to be? I told you I loved you in that moment because if I didn't tell you any sooner, it felt like my heart would explode, because it was what I felt. But here you are worrying about the damn weather or whatever instead of worrying about getting the message across."

"Tom-"

He runs his fingers through his hair and sighs, pacing, "I can't do this right now. I only get a week with you and I can't spend it mad at you." He rushes out the tour bus.

"Is there a reason you guys brought me here when I should be on my way home now?" You hear him ask the security personal.

You were sat at the piano, and right when the curtains opened, you began playing, singing along to the tune with a song you'd been working on for the past few months.

For you, there'll be no more crying.

For you, the sun will be shining.

And I feel that when I'm with you,

It's alright, I know it's right.

To you, I'll give the world.

To you, I'll never be cold.

'Cause I feel that when I'm with you,

It's alright, I know it's right.

By this time, Tom's sat in one of the seats, his arms crossed in front of his chest and his eyes glued on you

And the songbirds are singing, like they know the score.

And I love you, I love you, I love you, like never before.

You peak over at him, his eyes turning soft and a huge grin slowly growing from the tight line he had his mouth in earlier.

And I wish you all the love in the world.

But most of all, I wish it from myself.

And the songbirds keep singing, like they know the score

He approaches the stage, stopping when he's standing next to the piano, as he stares at you and studies your face, a soft smile still gently lingering on his face.

And I love you, I love you, I love you

He reaches out, pushing your hair behind your ear as he caresses your cheek as you played the piano, "I love you so much, Y/N."

Like never before, like never before, like never before.

When the song finishes, you grab his hand on your cheek, "I'm sorry it took so long for me to tell you." You bring his hand towards your heartbeat, "But because this-" you point to your chest, 'and this-" you gesture towards your the side of your head, tapping it, "Don't get along sometimes, talking to you about how I feel or telling you I loved you seemed impossible, but I'm really trying my best." You cry, "And since I couldn't tell you, I thought I'd just say in through a song, but it took me months to finish it and I know it's sloppy and I could have made it longer-"

"I love it." He kisses you, "And I love you most of all." He kisses you over and over again all over your face, squeezing your hand in his.

You're staring down at your hand, intertwined with Troye's, "Do you think I made the right choice?" Looking at both your hand in his, it almost looked like Tom's and yours whenever you held hands, except Troye's hand was very dainty and feminine.

He sighs,"I honestly don't know." He squeezes your hand, "But I know for a fact that you did the right thing for yourself." He gives you a reassuring smile, "And that's enough for me to know that my best friend is going to be alright."

The silence between the two of you is comfortable, "Y/N." Troye speaks softly, wiping your eyes for you.

"Hmm?" You look him in the eyes, light blue, like the sky on a clear day.

"Do you still love him?"

You smile sadly, "Yeah." You pause, "I still do, and I think I always will."

#tom holland #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland imagine #tom holland fic #Back to You #THIS TOOK ME SO LONG TO WRITE #SO MUCH ANGST #YN GURL YA NEED TO LIGHTEN UP

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Undone, Chapter 15 (Bitney) - Stephanie/Veronica

A/N: Welcome to Chapter 15 of UNDONE, our slow burn Bitney lesbian AU. Here’s a link to the previous chapters.

Summary: Time for Courtney to finally meet Jared. And the slow burn is getting a little warmer...

Thank you so much to our wonderful betas: @jillybean2314 @theartificialdane @kitschypixel

TW: This story deals with themes of emotional abuse, and since that can be subtle, we’re going to keep a general TW on all of the chapters, even when it seems like it doesn’t apply.

***

Armed with a fruit salad, 2 bottles of wine, and a stomach full of butterflies, Bianca makes her way up the stone walkway to the front door. Before she can ring the bell, Jared grasps her arm and yanks her back against him.

“What the hell-”

“I need to ask you for a...favor,” he says.

She studies his frantic eyes, nodding, and his grip loosens.

“Yeah?”

“Look, I know you’re like...not happy with me right now. I can tell, because you’re not very fucking subtle, but I don’t know what I did wrong, I just-”

“Jared, I’m sorry.” Guilt floods through Bianca’s body. It had been a rough week. And she’d second-guessed her impulsive invitation to Courtney about 40 times. The night before, she’d lain awake, unable to sleep, considering telling Courtney not to come after all, but then thought that would be weird. Almost like an admission in itself. So she decided to go through with it, and now she’s feeling slightly nauseous. But of course, none of that is Jared’s fault. “You didn’t do anything wrong, I just-I’m sorry, I’ve been-”

“It’s fine. It’s okay. I’m not like, mad at you or anything. I love you.”

“Thank you. I love you too,” she says, swallowing.

“I know, but I really...I need these guys to respect me, you know? So, whatever’s going on, can we just...deal with it some other time? Please, please don’t make me look like an asshole in front of them. Okay?” He seems sincere. Contrite. It makes Bianca feel ten times worse.

“I’m sorry, really. I never meant to make you feel-”

“I’m serious. Please just...be nice.”

Bianca sighs.

“I’ll try...although, you know ‘nice’ isn’t really my forte, right?” She flashes her dimples at him, and to her relief, he smiles back.

“Just do your best,” he instructs, placing an arm over her shoulder and reaching to ring the bell.

“Oh, thank god you guys are here!” Alaska cries, flinging open the door and greeting them both with hugs. She lowers her voice and leans in, adding, “Brian brought that weird Russian girl again. I can’t tell if she’s a hooker or just like, hooker-esque.”

Bianca giggles, and Jared says, “If we’re taking bets on it, my money’s on hooker.”

They follow Alaska into the house, Jared immediately beelining for Willam and Brian.

“Want some wine?” Alaska asks.

“Uhh...got anything stronger?”

***

Bianca eyes Jared and the boys across the backyard, hoping once again that it wasn’t a mistake to invite Courtney here. She’d gotten getting more nervous as the minutes ticked away, and so she’d been drinking heavily. She even accepted a few hits of a joint. Anything to calm her frayed nerves.

When Courtney finally texts to say that she’s arrived, Bianca clutches her phone, heart skipping a beat, as she goes to find her at the backyard gate.

“Hi…”

“Hey!” Courtney grins and slips inside, and Bianca gulps, not wanting to let her eyes settle. It’s not the strappy heels, or the little black dress skimming the top of her thighs, or the white bathing suit peeking out from the top, contrasting with her glowing tan, or the glossy scarlet lipstick and cascade of loose blonde curls - it’s all of it. Bianca finally just looks down, swallowing again.

“Is this always what you wear to a backyard barbecue?” Bianca asks, doing her very best to keep her breathing slow and shallow.

“I thought I’d try dressing like a girl. Don’t want to look like a stereotype around mixed company, right?” Courtney laughs, shrugging a little. It’s mostly true. Well, sort of true. Of course she doesn’t mention the other motivation for all the effort, which is to get exactly the kind of reaction that she’s getting. Feeling mildly victorious, Courtney pulls a bottle of Patrón from her bag and offers, “I brought some booze.”

“Peeeerfect,” Bianca drawls, taking her by the arm and leading her into the backyard. “You can give that to Alaska and then we’ll get you a drink.”

As they walk towards the wet bar, Bianca realizes that this must be the first time she’s wearing flats while Courtney’s in heels. It makes the blonde a few inches taller than her, and she’s surprised how much she likes it, letting her hand settle on the small of Courtney’s back, guiding her through the party.

“No, man. That was the one who-” Willam suddenly stopped talking, mid-sentence, adding, “Holy shit.”

“Oh yeah,” Jared agrees, looking in the same direction. “That’s B’s friend.”

“Oh my god, man. She is fucking hot.”

“Yup. And gay,” Jared informs him.

“No. The world is not that cruel.”

“Yeah,” Jared chuckles, clapping Willam on the back. “Sorry bro.”

Willam shakes his head vigorously.

“No, there’s no way. Look at her. She was made to be fucked.”

Jared laughs, sipping his beer with a shrug, paying particular attention to the way Bianca bites her lip and shifts awkwardly as she talks to Courtney. Interesting.

***

“So…”

“Yeah?” Bianca asks, head tilted. She seems a little off-kilter and Courtney can tell that she’s already fairly tipsy.

“Have you been having fun with the bros?”

“It’s been a laugh riot,” Bianca answers, taking another sip of her cocktail.

“That’s great. And...um…”

It’s not that Courtney’s particularly thrilled at the idea of meeting Jared. It’s much easier to ignore an abstract idea than an actual human being. But she realizes that it’s weird to be here, in the same backyard, and not at least say hello. And so she’d rather just get it over with.

“...are you gonna introduce me to him?”

“Who?”

Courtney gives Bianca a pointed look, a hand on her hip, and Bianca giggles.

“Oh right.” She turns around and catches Jared’s eye, beckoning him over. As he strides towards them, she’s suddenly very grateful for every drop of alcohol that she’s consumed today. And the weed. All of it is making this moment much easier than it could have been.

He’s taller than Courtney expected, based on his pictures, more imposing. She supposes that has to do with Bianca’s habit of wearing impractically high heels. Today, in her sandals and flowered sundress, she looks petite, even delicate.

“Jared, this is Courtney.”

“It’s great to meet you, Courtney,” Jared says, flashing a winning smile.

“You too!” Courtney exclaims, aware that she sounds a little too chipper. She doesn’t know what to do with her hands. Is this a handshake moment? Should she give him a hug? “I’ve heard so much about you.”

Jared leans in, solving her conundrum with a quick, European-style air kiss and a pat on the shoulder. “All lies, I’m sure.”

Courtney forces out an airy laugh. What fun this is.

“So...um...this is your friend’s place? It’s amazing,” she says.

“Oh yeah, he wishes,” Jared chuckles. “He’s house-sitting for his aunt.”

“Ahh.”

“For the record, he’s the one by the grill, staring at your ass.”

“Oh lord…”

“Stay alert. He’s a bit handsy,” Jared warns, as he drapes his arm over Bianca’s shoulders, pressing a kiss to her temple.

“Thanks for the warning!” Courtney smiles, eyes unconsciously drifting to where his fingers linger on Bianca’s bare skin. She has a strong desire to be anywhere else but here, watching him touch her. Watching her lean against him, like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“Um…” Courtney shifts uncomfortably. “I, uh, just realized that my cup is empty. I’m gonna go get another.”

“Good! You’ve got some catching up to do,” Bianca giggles.

“Right. Jared, it’s great to finally meet you,” she says, as Willam comes sidling up, trailed by Matt and his date, a girl whose name Bianca can never remember.

“Heyyy gorgeous, what’s your name?”

“Wrong tree, Willam,” Bianca says.

“It’s Courtney. Nice house here...uh, catch you later!” Courtney says, hurrying towards the bar with a quick wave.

Willam watches her walk away in way so skeevy that it makes Bianca want to punch him.

“B…” Willam says, eyes never leaving Courtney’s ass. “Please tell me that Jared’s lying. That girl isn’t really a dyke, is she?”

Bianca scowls at him, tossing back the rest of her drink.

“Shut up, Will,” she says, and starts to leave, but Jared pulls her back.

“Gimme a kiss before you go, baby,” he says, and Bianca sighs slightly. She hates the way he acts in front of these guys, but she promised him that she’d play the part today, so she gives him a smile and pecks him softly on the cheek.

“I’ll be right over there,�� she says, and starts to leave again, but his grip on her forearm tightens.

“That’s not the kind of kiss I meant, B,” Jared admonishes, and wraps an arm around her waist. “Come on, give me a kiss like a good girl.”

Willam snickers, and Bianca bristles, muttering, “I really hate it when you get like this.”

Jared’s eyes narrow, and a flash of fear passes through Bianca’s body.

“Well, I really hate it when you’re a withholding cunt,” he says, holding her gaze for a few seconds before breaking out into laughter.

The other guys join in, and Bianca can feel her ears getting hot, heart pounding. But her face remains blank, staring at him.

“B, come on, I was kidding. Obviously.”

Bianca swallows and nods, forcing out a weak laugh, unwilling to let them see how rattled she is.

“Baby,” he coos, voice dripping with sweetness, “You know you’re the one in charge here. I’m putty in your hands.” He nuzzles the side of her face. “Why are you being so mean? Give me a kiss, B, please…It’s all I want...”

She smiles, gripping his shirt in her fist and pulling him down for a long, slow kiss, ignoring the hooting encouragement from the peanut gallery. When she releases him, he finally looks happy again, so she slowly takes her thumb and wipes the lipstick off his mouth.

“I’ll see you later…” she says softly, then backs away, heading for the bar.

“Hey,” Bianca says, coming up beside Courtney and Alaska, reaching for the vodka.

Courtney flashes a soft smile at her. She’d been trying valiantly not to stare at her and Jared while chatting with Alaska, and it had taken almost superhuman restraint. It’s silly, but she feels elated that Bianca had left her husband to come hang out with her again. As if it’s a contest. As if she has any chance at all.

“B…” Alaska nudges her elbow, pointing at Brian’s date, Katya, a few feet away. “Look at her shoes. Those are definitely hooker shoes, right?”

Bianca glances in Katya’s direction, trying to be subtle, then turns back with pursed lips.

“I have those same shoes, you know.”

Courtney bursts out laughing.

“Oh my god, you do.”

“And speaking of hooker shoes, you’re one to talk. Look what you chose to wear to a barbecue!” Bianca shoves her playfully.

“I know, and I fully regret it. My feet are killing me. How you wear heels on a daily basis is beyond me.”

“You build up endurance.”

“Well...right now I’m about four seconds away from kicking them off and walking around barefoot.” She looks at Alaska. “Do you have any fuzzy slippers I could borrow?”

Alaska laughs. “I do. Or you could just get in the hot tub.”

“Sold!” Courtney says, topping off her drink and then turning to Bianca with a grin. “Let’s go!”

As they approach the hot tub at the edge of the deck, Bianca whips off her dress, revealing a black string bikini, slides off her sandals, and clambers ungracefully up the side. She stands at the top of the stairs, gathering her hair into a bun atop her head, and all Courtney can see is legs, legs, legs. She’s imagined her body a million times, but nothing in her wildest fantasies compares to the reality of her skin bathed in golden light from the setting sun. Courtney is transfixed by the curve of her thighs, the dip of her waist, the fullness of her perfect ass. She grips the side of the hot tub, trying to steady herself and the blood rushing through her body so fast she can hear it.

Oh. Okay. So this is what a heart attack feels like. Cool. Cool cool cool.

She barely hears Bianca teasingly ask, “You coming in?” and it’s not until she’s fully submerged under water that Courtney’s mind is clear enough to respond, with a nod, and begins to unzip her dress, heart still racing.

***

“Ooh, check it out. Goddamn, she’s hot,” Willam comments, watching Courtney step down into the hot tub, clad in a white one-piece, somehow both modest and suggestive at the same time.

“Fuck yeah,” Matt agrees, and Brian snickers.

“B’s got good taste in friends, bro.”

“Mmhmm…” Jared agrees, taking a sip of his beer.

“Let’s go join!” Willam says, Matt and Brian enthusiastically accepting his plan.

“Wait.” Jared puts a hand on Willam’s chest, stopping him from racing over. He continues to watch, noticing Bianca’s nervous giggle, the coy tilt of her head.

“You sick fuck,” Willam says finally, chuckling appreciatively. “I’m shocked...and impressed.”

Jared murmurs a sound of acknowledgment, eyes fixated on the way Courtney gazes at his wife with pure, unfiltered devotion.

“Alright,” Jared tells the guys. “Let’s get in.”

Courtney leans against the side of the hot tub, looking out over the city, lights beginning to glitter to life in the dusk.

“It really is beautiful up here…”

Bianca looks at her, breathing out a simple, “Yeahhh.”

Courtney turns to meet her eyes, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

“You’re wasted.”

“So?” Bianca asks, and Courtney laughs, shrugging.

“Sooore,” Courtney drags out the word, watching the dimples appear in Bianca’s cheeks. “So nothing. I’m glad you’re having fun.”

A breath catches in her throat as Bianca leans towards her.

“I really missed you...” Bianca’s fingers brushing against her arm cause goosebumps to form, even in the hot water.

“I missed you too.” Courtney toys with one lock of hair that’s escaped from Bianca’s clip. Courtney is well aware of where they are. Of whose eyes could be on them at any second. Of how dangerous it is to touch at all. And yet, when Bianca’s leg brushes against hers in the water, she doesn’t move. She just holds her gaze, stomach fluttering. It was probably just an accident, she tells herself, but then it happens again. Her pulse feels like it’s jumping out of her skin.

“You know, I-” but before Bianca can get the rest of her sentence out, she’s interrupted by Jared and Willam approaching the hot tub, trailed by a couple of other boys.

“Hey ladies! How’s it going?” They climb into the water, laughing and splashing, full of boisterous energy. Normally Courtney would find it endearing, like when puppies tumble around and chase their tails, but right now she can’t help but feel deeply irritated. She lifts up her cup so as not to get hot chlorinated water sloshed into her cocktail.

“Great! How are you guys?”

Jared wraps an arm around Bianca’s waist, pulling her into his lap, and Courtney averts her eyes, hand clenching into a fist under the water. She has no right to feel the way she does. She knows that. And anyway, it’s more envy than jealousy. What she wouldn’t give to casually wrap her arms around Bianca in the warm water, press her lips against her neck, rest her fingers on her thigh. Those thighs. Courtney’s head swims with a confusing mixture of lust and resentment.

“No complaints here,” Jared answers, then brings his lips to Bianca’s ear, and in a low voice, murmurs, “You are a bad girl.”

It’s more breath than sound, and Bianca is sure that no one but her heard it, but she still feels panic rising in her chest.

“Don’t,” she pleads, and he just grins, chuckling a little and pulling her closer.

“So Courtney,” Willam says, draping an arm behind her, ignoring her overt eye roll, “Tell me something...you really only bone chicks?”

Bianca’s shoulders go tense, and Jared’s grip tightens around her waist.

“That’s...not exactly how I would put it,” Courtney replies, laughing a little.

“Right, right.”

“So you’re really gay?” Matt asks slowly.

“Well...no, actually, I’m still under probation.”

“You’re...what?” Brian asks.

“See, you have to apply. They give you a stamp card. Once you’ve got ten stamps, then you submit it with a 40-page essay on ‘Orange Is the New Black.’ If you get approved, Ellen calls you and tells you that your Subaru is on the way.”

The boys stare at her blankly.

“That’s a joke,” Courtney spells out. “Yes, I’m a real lesbian...dickheads.”

Bianca bursts out laughing, relieved at how easily Courtney is handling the bros.

“Feisty. I like it,” Willam smirks, nodding appreciatively.

“Of course you do.” Courtney exchanges another eye roll with Bianca, who giggles.

“But…how are you so sure, though? Have you ever even tried dick? Maybe you’d be into it.”

“Willam, good god, give it a fucking rest,” Bianca begins, but Courtney pats her on the thigh reassuringly and turns to face Willam.

“I mean...have you? Tried dick?” Courtney asks, head tilted, eyes wide and innocent.

“No! Of course not, that’s disgusti…ohh.” Willam chuckles. “I see what you did there. Very clever.”

Courtney flutters her lashes, accepts a high five from Brian.

“I’m still not convinced, though,” he adds, winking.

“Well, luckily, you don’t get a vote.” Courtney turns to Bianca with a gigantic eye roll. “You see what I was saying about the challenge now?”

“Yeah, fuck. Next time we’ll go with the Laker boyfriend,” Bianca promises. “And Will! Can you please stop harassing her? Your fiancée is right there, hosting your stupid party,” Bianca says.

“Yeah, but this isn’t for me. This is like...for all mankind.”

“Ahh. Well...tell mankind thanks but no thanks?” Courtney says.

“Fair enough. Want another drink? We’ve got a keg, if you wanna really dyke it up-”

“Willam!” Bianca exclaims.

“Tequila. On the rocks,” Courtney tells him, glancing back at Bianca with a grateful smile.

As he walks away, Bianca groans and says, “Jesus fucking Christ, what a douchebag! I’m so sorry about his-” She stops, seeing the warning look in Jared’s eye.

“Hey Matt, pass that joint over here. B needs another hit,” Jared says, and Bianca swallows.

The hot tub gets even more crowded, as Brian and Matt’s dates join. Courtney only half pays attention to the conversation, because when Bianca slides off Jared’s lap and inches closer to her, she begins to unwittingly keep track of how many times Bianca touches her vs. him. Petty, sure, but she’s winning.

Every brush of her thigh, every time her fingers graze Courtney’s skin, it sends her mind spinning. Soon, she’s wound up so tight that she thinks she might burst. She tears her eyes away from Bianca’s out of physical necessity, and realizes that they’ve somehow gotten onto the subject of politics.

Courtney cocks her head, listening for a bit, relieved that everyone seems to be on the same anti-Trump page.

“He’s just such a douche,” Brian says. “He makes us all look bad.”

“Sure, but like...I get why people didn’t want another Democrat,” Jared answers, and Courtney bristles.

“You’re not a Democrat?” she asks, eyes narrowing.

“I mean, no, I am, mostly, but sometimes Democrats are just too like...you know…” He waves his hand around.

“Too conservative?” Courtney challenges, eyes narrowing.

“No. Okay, so...don’t get me wrong, I’m socially liberal. But I’m just, you know...fiscally conservative.”

Everyone in the group nods, accepting this explanation as if it makes sense, but Courtney scoffs.

“Uh...I’m sorry, but that’s total bullshit,” she tells him.

Jared raises an eyebrow.

“Oh yeah? In what way?”

“You don't think the economy is a social issue?” Courtney asks.

“Well, I mean-”

“Minimum wage and the tax structure and infrastructure spending - those aren't social issues? Are you stupid or do you just not care?”

Jared turns to Bianca, commenting with some mild irritation, “Your friend is real mouthy.”

Bianca tries to hide her thrill at seeing Courtney sassing her husband, just nodding and saying, “Yeah.”

“Good argument, you should run for office,” Courtney retorts.

Bianca can see Jared beginning to seethe, and grabs Courtney by the hand, exclaiming, “Let’s get another drink!”

***

At the bar, wrapped in a towel, Courtney rants about how the economy is “the biggest social issue,” while Bianca pours her a drink, nodding.

“I bet he voted for Trump,” Courtney says suddenly. “How the fuck can you be with someone who voted for Trump!?” The second it leaves her mouth, she catches herself, quickly adding, “Sorry, I’m sorry, that was out of line. I’m like, mean drunk right now. Give me that cup, I’ll get fun again.”

Bianca hands her the cocktail, waiting a moment before saying, “He didn’t vote for Trump.”

“How do you know?”

“Because his parents voted for Trump, and Christmas? Was really goddamn awkward.”

“Oh...I’m sorry,” Courtney says with an embarrassed chuckle, sucking down half her drink.

“Are you sure you don’t want some weed?”

“Thanks, but I’m good. Weed makes me super paranoid.”

“That’s unfortunate,” Bianca laughs.

“It’s working pretty well for you, though. I’ve never seen you so chill.” Courtney brushes some hair away from Bianca’s face.

Bianca giggles and grabs her hand. “Let’s go make s’mores.”

“Sure…” Courtney follows her, asking, “Are the marshmallows vegan-”

“Omigod, shut the fuck up!” Bianca sighs. “You’re exhausting. Good thing you’re cute.”

Courtney’s heart flutters a little. She clears her throat and says, “And I make really good s’mores. I was a girl guide, you know.”

At the fire pit, Jared comes up to them, looking a little chagrined.

“I’m sorry about that, before,” Jared says, “The truth is, I don’t really know much about politics. I was trying to sound smart. My wife is the smart one.”

“Clearly,” Courtney comments.

“Please forgive me,” he says, “Or I’ll be sleeping on the couch for a month.”

Courtney closes her eyes and sighs.

“No, it’s...I’m sorry too. The political situation right now has me a little…”

“Worried about getting deported?” Jared teases.

“No...worried about...everything else. But anyway. It’s a party. So, cheers.” Courtney toasts him, ready to move on to a less triggering topic.

***

As the air turns chilly and the party begins to die down, everyone moves inside, sitting around the living room.

Courtney finds herself sitting on a chaise lounge, Bianca sprawled beside her, feet in Jared’s lap and head in Courtney’s. No one seems to notice, or mind, her fingers carding gently through Bianca’s hair. She knows that the heavy intoxication is playing a big role here, but revels in the feeling of intimacy nonetheless.

Unable to stop smiling, Courtney gazes down at Bianca, who’s in the middle of telling a work story. Bianca’s eyes meet hers and she stops, slightly self-conscious.

“What? What is it?”

“Nothing, just...you’re slurring a little bit.”

“I am not, you’re slurring…” Bianca responds childishly.

Courtney giggles.

“Anyway, maybe you should just like, have another drink. So you can have fun as much as I can have...as...words are dumb. Shut up.”

Courtney laughs and takes another shot.

“See, drinking is fun,” Bianca says, and Jared wraps his arms around her legs, leaning forward. Courtney feels a stab of bitterness, followed by guilt - she’d managed to forget he was here for a few minutes.

“She’s so cute when she’s like this,” Jared says, sliding a hand up her leg.

“She’s always cute,” Courtney says.

“Oh yeah, you like her?”

Courtney looks down at Bianca, eyes locked on hers. She feels drunk and a bit reckless. “Who wouldn’t?”

“Then kiss her,” Jared says.

Courtney’s head snaps up.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“You claim to be gay,” he tells her, “But...none of us really buy it. Right?”

“Yeah, I definitely don’t buy it,” Willam adds quickly, and the other guys jump to agree.

“Guys, leave her alone-” Alaska begins, but Willam hushes her quickly.

“So...prove it,” Jared dares.

“Yes!” Matt agrees.

Courtney can’t help but let out a laugh.

“You don’t want me to kiss your wife,” she says, rolling her eyes, even as her pulse begins to race at the thought.

“Why not?”

“Because...I’m a really good kisser. And she’d like it.”

“Ohhh, big talk. Is that a threat?” Jared asks, grinning.

“No. It’s a promise,” Courtney says this sweetly, but she means it. If only he knew how much.

“Alright, then. Go ahead.”

Courtney grows anxious, realizing what’s about to happen, and says, “But I’m not gonna kiss her just to put on a show for-”

“Stalling!”

“-Unless she wants me too.” Courtney directs the last part of the sentence straight to Bianca, who’s gazing up at her with those big eyes again. Courtney holds her breath as she awaits Bianca’s reaction.

After only a split second of hesitation, Bianca whispers, “Okay…”

Courtney gulps. “Okay.”

The guys cheer, thrilled, watching intently as Bianca sits up.

Courtney moves forward, first tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, thumb grazing her cheek. She takes a deep breath and leans in, lips brushing softly against Bianca’s, eyes falling closed as she melts into the kiss. For a few moments, they are the only two people on the planet, hearts beating in sync, tasting each other hungrily. As Courtney’s insides twist with increasing desire, she rests a hand on Bianca’s thigh. Bianca covers it with her own, gripping her fingers, spurring Courtney on. Courtney focuses on the pressure of her plush lips, the heat of her breath, the barely perceptible whimper from the back of her throat, trying to commit every sensation to memory.

When they separate, Courtney knows she’s totally gone, and so she tries to diffuse the tension with a joke.

“Gay enough for you?” Her tone is sarcastic, but her eyes, still locked on Bianca’s, are soft.

“Not really,” Willam says. “Better eat her pussy.”

“Oh my god!” Alaska exclaims, throwing up her hands as Willam laughs.

Jared chuckles, leaning in to suggest, “Or...you could just come home with us.” His eyes sparkle, and for a moment, Courtney can’t breathe. She’s still reeling from that kiss, and she can’t tell if he’s being serious or just mocking her, and so she huffs slightly, getting up and walking towards the bathroom, trying to regain her composure.

“Court!” Bianca reaches out slowly, wanting to follow but unable to process any clear thoughts. Jared gets up from the sofa and assures Bianca that he’s gonna go “apologize...again.”

Jared catches up to Courtney in the hallway, touching her gently on the elbow.

“Look, I know how that all sounded, okay? But...the truth is...we’ve been having a rough time. I don’t know if she’s told you, but things have been, kind of distant? Has she...told you?”

Courtney presses her lips together, guilt creeping into her stomach, wondering if the distance he’s talking about has anything to do with her. The last thing she ever wanted was to fuck up Bianca’s life.

"And you know... she really wants a baby. It's like... all she talks about. And it’s not happening, and we’re been trying for so so long... it's hard on her. You know? She tries to put up such a strong front but... well... I'm sure you know how she is, right? You two being so close..."

Courtney nods, looking towards the living room with remorse. All she can see is the back of Bianca’s head, resting on the sofa, and that ache in her chest grows sharper, more acute.

Jared puts a hand on her shoulder, lowering his voice even more.

"I've been doing some research... you know, reading stuff online, trying to figure out anything that could help, and... I think we've just... gotten into a rut. We need something to like... spice things up. Maybe... maybe you can help us out with that? I know I approached it in a shitty way, but...it could be fun for everyone, right?"

A beat passes, Courtney finally believing the sincerity of his proposal, cheeks burning hot, heart in her throat.

“...she really likes you,” Jared adds.

Courtney shakes her head, compelled to deny it now. “I don’t think that’s-“

“Come on. I’d have to be blind not to notice. It’s okay though, I think it’s sweet.”

“Sweet?”

“Yeah, I just...want her to be happy. So...what do you say?”

Courtney’s head swims. She knows that she’s not in the right state of mind to make this decision. And she also knows that this isn’t the kind of opportunity that’s likely to present itself again. It could all be a grave mistake; this is a very tricky scenario, not the least bit ideal - Bianca is hammered, and Jared is...there. But on the other hand, the thought of being able to really be with Bianca, to touch her, to express her feelings in the most intimate way - feelings that she knows Bianca returns, knows it in a way that she can no longer deny, not after that kiss...

“What the hell,” Courtney says suddenly. “I’ll get a car. Meet me out front.”

Jared presses his lips against Bianca’s ear, murmuring, “Happy birthday…”

She blinks at him, confused.

“She’s calling the Uber. Come on.” He holds out his hand, ready to pull her up off the sofa.

A mixture of panic and desire flood through Bianca’s body, and then she takes his hand, thrilled and terrified, ignoring Willam’s shouted request to “film that shit.”

#rpdr fanfiction #bianca del rio #courtney act #bitney #oc #willam belli #lesbian au #slow burn #but getting hotter #fluff #angst #smut #undone #stephanie #veronica #tw emotional abuse #concrit welcome

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alternateafterthought · 7 years ago

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Lost & Found

Finn Balor x Reader

Summary: Finn and Y/N have only ever been friends… except that one time

Warnings: smut…

Word count: 3,998

A/N: I honestly had no idea it was going to go like this… this is like my first serious try at smut and I would love feedback… please and thank you

Y/N had always been looking for something, though never filling knowing what it was she searched. Always seeming to come up short, she never seemed to stop looking.

Y/N then found Finn Balor. He was introverted, hardly made eye contact, drifted into the back, never spoke up, quiet. He was innocent compared to what she had found in the past, kind, strong, Y/N felt something she had not known was even there anymore. Her fingers tingled, her chest became heavy, her stomach in knots, her legs weak… Y/N fell for Finn Balor.

After 8 years of friendship, Y/N and Finn were inseparable for 2 reasons, 1) Finn genuinely liked Y/N’s company… and was completely in love with her, and 2) Y/N seemed to have stop searching for what she was looking for… because unknowingly she had found it.

Tonight after a particularly great weekend of RAW and SmackDown, a group of superstars decided to go out for a drink. Finn sat in a booth with Karl, Luke, Sami, Cesaro, A.J., Seth, Dean, Neville and Kevin, laughing at some slightly drunken words being thrown around. He wasn’t usually one to be with a massive group, considering the superstars ranged over 6 of the massive booths, plus scattered throughout the bar. One thing keeping him sane was the sight of Y/N dancing with a group of the girls.

Y/N had become great friends with the people Finn worked with, even though she wasn’t a wrestler. And tonight was testimony to that as she danced with Naomi, Lana and Renee. Since they had arrived, none of them had been off the dance floor, only for a quick bathroom break were they continued to dance anyway. It was close to 2am now and they were somehow still going strong, laughing and dancing, and essentially showing off because tonight they could.

“Finn I got a question…” Kevin asked.

“Yeah?” The man in question bought his attention away from a dancing Y/N back to the table.

“You and Y/N, man… what’s up with that?” Kevin took a sip of his beer.

“Let’s not do this.” Karl said from Finn’s right with a laugh.

“What? Is it that bad?” Sami asked.

“No, I’ve just… lived the story.” Karl laughed, looking at Finn who smirked over his beer.

“Hey boys.” Y/N’s voice caught them by surprise. She stood with the girls at the end of the booth. “We were thinking…”

“You wanna get something to eat?” Finn shook his head laughing.

“Well if your offering.” Y/N laughed as she turned to the girls. “We good to go?”

“Yeah, I’ll go get Jimmy.” Naomi smiled.

“I’ll come with. I gotta get Rusev.” Lana caught up to Naomi.

“Can we go get a cheeseburger or something?” Renee asked as she leaned against Y/N, smiling at Dean.

“Yeah I could do with a cheeseburger.” Dean finished off his beer before standing.

“That sounds like heaven right now.” Y/N laughed as she leaned back into Renee.

Everyone in the booth got up as they all started to move out of the bar. Naomi and Lana caught up to Renee and Y/N as they started to walk down the crowed street. The guys trailed behind closely to the girls who seemed to be dancing and laughing and singing still, not stopping their good mood.

After finding a 24 hour diner, the girls sat down in a small booth, being joined by Bayley and Sasha as the boys fanned our over 4 other booths. Getting orders in quickly, everyone was sat with a drink, waiting for their food to come up. And it seemed everyone was almost having the same conversations.

“So Y/N,” Renee said from next to her. “You didn’t answer our question.”

Y/N laughed a little, knowing this conversation had been coming for months now and she couldn’t run. Sipping her soda, trying to think of some way to change the conversation or give as little answer as she could.

“What did you want to know?” She asked, thinking it was safer instead of telling a whole story.

“Have you and Finn ever been a thing?” Naomi asked from across from her.

“No. We’ve never been a couple.” Y/N said.

“Have you ever wanted to be?” Bayley asked next.

“I mean… I’ve never seen him as a brother.” Y/N shrugged to the girls giggles.

“So you would totally be with him?” Lana asked.

“Um… I don’t know.” Y/N answered truthfully. “I mean I’ve never really thought about it since-“

Y/N cut herself off, eyes growing wide as she realised what she was about to say. Looking at each girl, they were all trying to think of someway that sentence was going to end. Moving in on herself, Y/N picked up her soda again, all of a sudden becoming completely immersed in the drink.

“So something has definitely happened?” Renee asked giddy.

“Oh look, our foods coming.” Y/N sent a quick prayer and thanks to the heavens before burgers were placed in front of everyone, who immediately started to eat.

“You’re not getting out of this.” Sasha laughed next to Bayley. “We all need to know what happened now.”

“Come on.” Renee spoke from next to her. “You can tell us.”

Y/N looked around the booth, each girl smiling back, wanting to know every detail. Shaking her head laughing, Y/N looked down at her half eaten plate.

“It was back in Japan. 2012.” Y/N leaned back against her seat.

“Wow, how long have you two known each other again?” Bayley asked, her mouth full of fries.

“We met in 2009.” I remembered with a laugh. “So 8 years.”

“Geez.” Naomi breathed. “8 years and you two haven’t gotten married yet?”

All the girls started to laugh then, even Y/N, catching everyone’s attention in the small diner. The girls laughter was loud, carefree and only started to slow down when they were wiping away tears. Everyone knew Y/N and Finn fought and protected each other like a married couple, so picturing them married was so hard. And the alcohol in their system seemed to find it funny.

“Yes, 8 years and no ring.” Y/N put up her left hand, showing then a ring-less finger with a laugh.

“That bastard.” Bayley said with a smirk.

“We’ll have to beat it out of him.” Renee laughed.

“So, Japan. 2012. What happened?” Lana asked.

“Um…” Y/N looked down again with a smile.

“Obviously something good happened. Look at that smile.” Naomi pointed to Y/N.

“Well I should start with, I never saw him like that when I meet him.” Y/N sat a little straighter. “I’m 6 years younger then Finn, so when I meet him I was only 22, he was 28.”

“That’s not too bad. 6 years is okay.” Sasha spoke.

“It felt like we were from completely different worlds the next 2 years or so.” Y/N laughed. “I mean he looked young, he acted like he was 12.”

“Don’t all guys act like children until like 40?” Lana asked.

“Yes.” Naomi answered quickly, causing us to laugh.

“So for a while we were just friend. Karl and Luke looked after me like older brothers so dating was out of the question.” Y/N laughed. “And I don’t know what happened… we were at a sponsors dinner, we were bored so we skipped out and just hung out. We walked around Tokyo all night, drinking the few bottles of champagne we stole.” Y/N thought back to that night. “It was late, like 4am or something and we had somehow found our way back to the apartment building we were staying in. And then something happened.”

“And what’s that?” Renee asked.

“He kissed me.” Y/N laughed a little. “I was so shocked but I didn’t stop him.” She looked up to the girls who laughed a little with her. “That night we had a deal…”

“A deal?” Lana asked.

“Yeah… once we walked through my door, no strings attached. And after he walks back out my door, everything goes back to normal.” Y/N spoke.

“So you spent the night together?” Naomi asked.

“Um…” Y/N laughed, blushing.

“More then just a night?” Renee asked.

“Yeah…” Y/N laughed. “3 days…”

A few things happened then, Bayley started to choke on some food, Sasha and Lana spat soda, Naomi laughed loudly then covered her mouth. Renee stared wide eye at Y/N, almost in disbelief.

“What?” Y/N asked.

“3 days? What about a bathroom?” She asked.

“I had an ensuite.” Y/N shrugged.

“Food?” Naomi asked.

“I had Karl or Luke bring me food. They thought I was sick.” Y/N laughed.

“3 days?” Bayley asked. “How?”

“What can I say?” Y/N shrugged. “The man works on his stamina.”

The girls started to laugh loudly again, hands hitting the table, tears falling, clapping, echoing laughter. Each girl tried to breath through the laughter, holding onto stomachs, trying to look away, but then someone else would start laughing and it was the end of that.

The boys looks at the girls, trying to figure out what was so funny. Only hearing snorts and weird sounds as they all continued to laugh. Having taken up half the diner, they were the only ones there, except what seemed like a small half of a football team. They had their eyes on the small booth of girls since they walked in and looked to be finally making their move.

Finn watched very closely as Y/N and Renee moved out of the booth. Still laughing slightly they swayed a little as they walked towards the bathrooms. Before they could get to the bathrooms, a couple of the guys stopped them. Finn watched as they talked, one or two of the guys getting close to Y/N or touching her, and he could feel Dean started to plot how he’d get Renee away before he tried to kill one of them.

“Oh sorry boys, I’m married.” Renee said loud enough for everyone to hear, showing her ring.

“What about you sweetheart? No ring.” One of the guys pointed out, pulling her hand slightly.

“No ring. But I do have a boyfriend.” Y/N held up her free hand behind her back and gave Finn, Luke and Karl a sign they hadn’t seen in years.

“He doesn’t have to know.” The guy tries to push, stepping closer.

“But he would know. Considering he’s here and all.” Y/N smiled, pulling her hand from the guy.

“I haven’t seen you with a guy all night.” The guy pushed.

Rolling her eyes, Y/N turned away from the group, and made eye contact with Finn. Smiling, she watched as Karl and Luke stood and made their way to the girls table to tell them we were going. Taking Renee’s hand, Y/N moved close to the boys table, nodding to Renee to go with Dean.

Everyone stopped in that moment, watching Y/N move closer to Finn who sat with AJ, Cesaro and Sami. Smiling at the other guys, Y/N moved around their table as Finn moved his chair out a little, enough room for her to sit on his lap. Y/N moved her hands to Finn’s jaw before leaning in and planting a soft kiss on his lips.

“Hey babe.” Y/N smiled leaning back a little. “Ready to go?”

“Yeah, let’s get outta here.” Finn kissed Y/N quickly on the lips again before she stood and offered her hand.

Intertwining their fingers, they turned to the stunned looks of everyone who finally clicked and started to move. Walking out the door, Y/N and Finn’s hands stayed locked, even as they all walked back to the hotel. No one questioned what was going on, no one pointed out the fact they still held hands.

“Aw Man…” Y/N stopped outside the hotel, causing a few to stop.

“What’s wrong?” Finn asked.

“I still really need to pee.” Y/N laughed.

“I know so do I.” Renee said from under Dean’s arm.

“My room is like on the 12th floor.” Y/N looked up the massive building.

“Hey isn’t yours on the 8th floor?” Karl asked Finn.

“Yeah just go use Finn’s.” Luke shrugged as he started to walk away.

“My room is closer.” Finn nodded as he looked at Y/N.

“Okay, but let’s go now. My bladder hates me.” Y/N spoke as she grabbed Finn’s hand and walked quickly to the elevators.

Drying her hands, Y/N looked at herself in the mirror, having completely sobered up. She looked tired, but she didn’t feel tired, more along the lines of… maybe she needed to cuddle someone. Maybe she could ask Finn if he wanted to cuddle until she fell asleep?

“You alright in there?” Finn yelled through the closed door.

“Yeah.” Y/N opened the door.

Finn took a step back from the bathroom door, giving Y/N a once over. Smiling softly, he moved around the bed to sit on a chair, taking his shoes off. He watched as Y/N sat on the end of his bed, looking around the room.

“Grab a shirt in my suitcase over there.” Finn motioned his head to his suitcase. “You can stay the night.”

Smiling at Finn’s words, Y/N moved quickly, taking one of Finn’s soccer shirts from his suitcase. She took her small bag off and sat it next to his phone and wallet before changing her shirt with his. Taking out a pair of shorts from Finn’s suitcase as well, Y/N got comfortable, leaving her shoes, jeans, shirt and bra in a small pile next to his suitcase.

“Thank you.” Y/N smiled at Finn as she jumped onto his bed.

“I figured you’d want to stay.” Finn chuckled as he took his shirt off.

“Well what are best friends for?” Y/N laughed.

“Right.” Finn gave a forced laugh, taking off his jeans.

Before Finn could get into bed, a knock made them both look at the door in the dimly lit room. Laying down completely in the massive bed, Finn shook his head laughing at Y/N. Heading to the door as the person knocked again.

“Oh hey man, what’s up?” Finn asked opening the door.

“Just wanted to make sure you were okay.” Karl spoke.

“I’m good.” Finn nodded.

“You sure?” Karl asks.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Finn asked.

“You know, everything with Y/N.” Luke leaned against the wall next to the door. “We figured after Y/N kissing you before, you’d turn into that love sick fool that stares at photos of her until one day she realises you’re in love with her.”

“What?!” Finn’s eyes went wide and turned around to see Y/N sitting up in his bed listening.

“Fuck.” Karl swore.

“We’re gonna go.” Luke grabbed Karl’s shoulder as they practically ran down the corridor to their own rooms.

Closing the door firmly, Finn leaned his head against the the door taking a deep breath. Turning around, Finn saw that Y/N hadn’t moved an inch, still staring into space, sitting up. He walked slowly towards her, flushed bright red.

“You love me?” Y/N finally asked.

“I… You know…” Finn breathed deeply again. “Well, yeah.”

“Why?” Y/N looked into his eyes.

“Really? Why?” Finn asked. “After 8 years, you have to ask me why I love you?”

“I mostly just want to hear you say it.” Y/N shrugged.

“I love you… because the first person I think about waking up is you, I usually can’t wait to see you, knowing full well you’re always smiling and happy to see me. I love that you see me… and not the demon.” Finn stood in front of Y/N who listened completely. “Ever since Japan…”

“I know.” Y/N smiled. “Let’s make another deal.”

“No… I can’t-“

“Just hear me out.” Y/N sat on her knees, grabbing his hands. “If this happens tonight… I won’t be able to quit you. Not again.” Y/N leaned up closer. “So we have 2 options. 1… I put my clothes back on and go to my room and that’s it…” Y/N looked back into Finn’s blue ones.

“And 2?” Finn whispered leaning in.

“After we leave this room tomorrow… I’m yours completely.” Y/N’s lips were so close to Finn’s now.

“You know what that means right? If we leave this room together-“

“Shhhh.” Y/N placed a hand over Finn’s mouth, her other hand trailing down his abs. “I know what it means. And I know what I want.” Y/N’s hand moved into Finn’s boxers, gripping his cock. “I love you.”

Y/N’s hand stayed over Finn’s mouth as she gently stroked him, pressing her forehead against his as she watched him close his eyes. Climbing off the bed, Y/N pushed Finn back until his back was against the wall, finally moving her hand from his mouth to trail down his chest and abs.

“I’m gonna show you, just how much.” Y/N whispered as she sunk to her knees.

She kept stroking him, her other hand pulling his boxers down to pool at his ankles. Stroking a few more time softly, Y/N looked up into Finn’s eyes, her free hand tracing her nails up his thigh, creating goosebumps. Pushing her hair over her shoulder, Y/N leaned in and kept eye contact as she licked from the base of his dick to the tip.

“Holy fuck.” Finn whispered as his arms hung by his sides.

Y/N moved a little closer to be more comfortable as she took the head of Finn’s dick in the mouth. Not waist any time as she started to bob her head, mouth taking more and more of him. Out of instinct, Finn’s hips moved with her, his arms finally working again as he held her hair back and watched Y/N take him fully.

“Fuck. I almost forgot how good you were.” Finn breathed.

Y/N cupped his balls, taking him completely into her mouth as she started to gag. But that didn’t stop her, Finn kept thrusting his hips, his dick hitting the back of Y/N’s throat as she slurped and gagged around him. Holding her hair back, Finn watched as Y/N continued to take him in her mouth, her eyes watering slightly as she gagged in his cock.

Coming up for air, Y/N stroked Finn’s cock a few times before wrapping her lips around the head again. Not taking him completely this time, Y/N sucked on the head of him as her hand worked the base of Finn’s dick. Head thrown back, Finn’s eyes were tightly shut as he lost himself completely in Y/N.

Finn’s eyes only opened again when Y/N took him completely again into her warm mouth. Choking and gagging and slurping around his cock again.

“Holy fuck.” Finn whispered. “Fuck…”

Y/N stood then, moving back as she wiped the sides of her mouth. Stepping around the bed, she tore off the shirt she worse and stepped out of the boxers too as Finn followed her around the bed. Once at the chair Finn sat on earlier, Y/N moved to let him sit on it once again. Grabbing his hands and placing them on her boobs as she dropped her panties to her ankles.

Pushing Finn back into the chair, Y/N leaned forward and finally connected their lips in a searing kiss. Teeth clashed, until they found a rhythm, hands moved against each other. Y/N moved back, as Finn sat up straight in the chair, turning around, Finn’s hands gripped Y/N’s waist as he moved his dick to her opening. Not wasting time like they had in the past, Y/N sunk onto Finn’s dick, taking him in hard.

“Oh fuck.” Y/N threw her head back as Finn stretched her open. “Holy fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

“You okay?” Finn asked from behind her.

“Yeah.” Y/N laughed a little. “I forgot how big you were.”

“Sorry I should-“

“No, baby…” Y/N rotated her hips. “Never apologise for being Big.”

“Shit.” Finn’s grip on her waist became harder. “Move please.”

Without another word, Y/N began to bounce, slamming back down onto Finn. It was slow at first, Y/N the one bouncing, gripping the arms of the chair as she moaned.

“Oh my god.” Y/N moaned. “Yes.”

“Fuck.” Finn’s grip became feral as he held her still and started to thrust into her harder.

“Oh god. Fuck. Yes.” Y/N continued to moan.

Stopping, Finn moved Y/N’s head back and kissed her before whispering; “Get on the bed.”

Not wanting to waste time, Y/N crawled over the bed, earring a slap on the ass from Finn. Turning around, Y/N sat up and grabbed Finn’s face as she bought him in for another kiss. He kneeled on the bed between her legs as his hand rubbed her clit. Y/N moaned into his mouth, pulling at Finn’s hair as his body covered hers.

“Please don’t tease me. I can’t. Not tonight.” Y/N whispered to Finn.

Pushing her shoulders down, Finn spread Y/N’a legs as wide as he could, lifting one of her legs over his shoulder before moving the tip of his dick over Y/N’s clit. Hips thrusting up a little, Finn held Y/N down before sinking into Y/N once again. He moved a little slower this time, feeling every thing, letting her feel all of him.

“Oh god.” Y/N moaned. “Please don’t hold back.”

Finn moved quicker now, and harder, pounding into Y/N. Short breaths left Y/N’a lips as Finn hit the right spots, never letting her catch her breath.

“Rub your clit.” Finn whispered to Y/N. “I need you to cum.”

Y/N moved her hand down her body, until she reached her clit. Rubbing at her clit, she threw her head back and swore, feeling her high coming.

“Yes, just like that.” Finn said.

“Oh god…” Y/N have choked. “I’m cumming. Oh god I’m cumming.”

Finn’s pace seem to quicken, his hand taking over rubbing her clit as unforgiving as he pounded into her. Not far behind her Finn came, short spirts of cum filling Y/N completely as she withered and moaned.

Coming to a halt, Finn let Y/N’s leg down from his shoulder, but he didn’t pull out of her just yet. Instead opting to lay down on her, his head buried into her neck as she softly stroked her fingertips down his back. Breathing normally again, Finn pulled out of Y/N and moved off her.

“No, come back.” Y/N reached for him.

“Just let me clean you up, and I promise I won’t leave this bed until you do.” Finn kissed Y/N lightly.

Getting a towel, Finn cleaned as much as he could off of Y/N and himself, before throwing the towel back into the bathroom. Once back in the bed, Y/N rolled straight over into Finn’s arms, lying half on top of him. Finn trailed his fingertips up and down Y/N’s spine, holding her closer to him with the other as they slowly started to fall asleep together.

“Y/N?” Finn whispered into the dark.

“Yeah?” Her warm breath fanned over his chest.

“You’ll be here when I wake up, right?” Finn’s fears getting the best of him.

“Finn Balor…” Y/N smiled as she looked up a little into his eyes. “You can’t get rid of me that easy. I am not letting you go another day with me.”

“I love you.” Finn kissed Y/N’s lips lightly, lying back down.

“Now there’s one thing left to do.” Y/N smirked.

“And what’s that?” Finn asked.

“Well after everyone finds out about us…” Y/N closed her eyes and got comfortable. “You might want to start looking for a ring, or the girls might go on a head hunt.”

Finn moved a little, leaning over to the draw and pulling something out.

“You mean like this one?” He held in front of Y/N. “I’ve had it since Japan.”

“Finn…” Y/N stared shocked.

“I always knew it was going to be you…” Finn smiled. “I just never knew when.”

“Now and forever.” Y/N smiled as he slipped the ring onto her finger. “I love you.”

“I love you.” Finn whispered.

For the first time in years, Y/N drifted off to sleep knowing she had found everything in life. In the arms of her entire world.

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ewutai · 7 years ago

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Space Between Us | JAEHYUN

⨯ summary: being just classmates is not enough for him, but you only get to understand that after his lips had reached yours.

⨯ Genre: frat boy!au | smut | a wave of fluffiness at the end

⨯ Pairing: Jaehyun / Reader

⨯ Word count: 9 575

⨯ a/n: lowkey inspired—and enlightened—by study sessions from @honeytaeyong though mine is not as good as hers (god bless you and your writing). Special thanks to my pumpkin @suhsexual for endure endless requests for help. There may be some grammatical mistakes left so I apologise in advance. Oh, yes, there may be a part 2 ;)

⨯ warnings: mature content, language (not actually dirty talking)

You’d been first, it was a relief. The number one exposed in that piece of sheet made your heart flutter little by little, and then you smiled. How sincere and truthful was it, the small grin drawn on your face, transforming your previous anxious expression in something completely lighted and amused. After broken hearts and desperate tears, being ranked as first place was one of the few things that could possibly turn out to be great in your eyes. You blinked. It was there, the one.

The elder woman in front of you—an old professor in the university; someone with an enviable knowledge—rested her hand on your shoulder. She had an odd aura around her; something completely comforting, which was not expectable from someone extremely rigorous. The professor took a deep breath and twinkled.

“You did great, again.” She said. Her voice tone was apathetic, but she managed to show some kind of happiness after a smirk. “If you keep doing like this, you may get in the rank of all courses.” Then she clapped her hands. “It’s something to think about.” And touched her own head with an index finger.

That hadn’t been your main focus, however. The ranks were just something to fulfil the emptiness you felt inside your being, as something really important was missing. At first you concluded it could be all about the end of you three-year relationship; you really had loved him, and that was something you didn’t doubt about. It was crystal clear you’d felt the most intense of all feelings, because you’d wished him well, you’d wished him to be close to you, and you’d wished—and deeply wished—for him to like you back in the same level. Although in the end of all, he didn’t. And that’s when you’d felt on the surface of a limitless ocean, slowly drifting away from the only land that held you—and your emotions—still. He had left you in the farthest blind spot possible, without a plausible reason. Were you supposed to be fine? In the very beginning you had even thought it could work out: you could deal with the situation. Oh, but you had been wrong.

And then you had cried for hours. An intense pain burning inside you for days—afterward days became weeks, and weeks became months. In the end of the third month, after the breakup, you’d realised he wasn’t what filled your soul. The guy whom you dated, and eventually developed feelings for, was just a part of a puzzle you hadn’t had the chance to complete yet. Something bigger was missing; finally you’d gotten to the point when your vision had become clear again and the monochromatic colours of life had turned out to be, actually, the colours of the rainbow. You were free of angst. You were mature enough to understand that the only person you needed was you—but you also knew that it did not mean you forgot your past experiences, it meant you could love yourself entirely. From that moment, what could possibly make you feel satisfied was your own success, so you’d looked for it. And you’d achieved your goals.

You looked down to the paper again. The #1 on the top made you feel ease. You folded the note and gathered the rest of your things, packed them up inside you backpack and calmly walked out of the enormous auditorium. The semester ended in the best way possible, and you were happy with what you obtained. The professor politely asked you to close the door behind you, but before you could do so, someone held it. The blond haired boy gave you a small smile and waited for you to exit the ambient so he could shut the entryway. You nodded, as an acknowledgement, and turned on your heels so you could finally go home, yet a hand touched your free shoulder obligating you to shift back and face the person.

“Congratulations.” The boy said. “You got first place again.”

“Thank you,” you’d begun, searching in your memory for the name of the guy in front of you. The information you had was his physical appearance and his voice, which didn’t sound so familiar. So it took you more effort, causing you to look deep inside his eyes and drive you gaze to his smile. You suddenly knew who he was and the sort of fame he had. You smirked at the thought that he was talking to you. “Hum, Jaehyun.”

“This time we were close, though.” He shrugged. “You are just one percent in front of me.”

“Well,” you took a deep breath “it’s nice of you to say that. For the next semester I’ll be sure to be five percent up.”

“I wish you the best of luck as I intend to be first too. You know, I’ve seen you as a great competitor, but you should be ready for a break.” He blinked and you felt a bitter taste filling your saliva, just as his actions and words were poison.

You were ready to answer; the words scratching your throat, wishing to get out of your mouth. The perfect sentence formed up in the tip of your tongue and you felt prepared to throw the letters at his confident posture, but someone called your name. Instead of being alleviated, you didn’t want the conversation to die in that type of limbo; to be forgotten and Jaehyun just think of you like some kind of unprepared nerd. You were prepared, and you wanted to confront him, but why?

He sighed. “I am sure you—”

“I have to go.” You said; your voice weak and barely audible. You cleared your throat and repeated; he grinned, only. “I believe we will see each other often, then.” The words came out soft and friendly. You even found it awkward, but didn’t bother waiting for his response. Turning to where your name was being called, you followed your way.

Still it was quite out of context someone like him comes, promptly, and talks to you in a – almost – casual manner. It was funny, too, how you felt the atmosphere serene and pleasant with Jaehyun’s presence, and that’s adding his accusative tone. All of that, and you didn’t know him; what you knew, actually, was his repulsive reputation of being rude and extremely self-confident. He didn’t seem, though, like that. His voice was velvety, his brown-caramel eyes were refreshing, and if it wasn’t already enough to be involving, his smile was full and blinding. He looked gorgeous, that was a fact. But what caught you out off guard was his gentle and cordial way to talk and direct his words even if he was trying to intimidate you. Is he, you thought, really an asshole like they say?

“…and he was talking to you?” You were cut off of your thoughts when your friend had slapped a hand on your back.

“Jaehyun?” You’d presumed she was talking about the scene before, even though you didn’t actually pay attention to her words. The girl nodded and you gave her a small grin. “He wanted to congratulate me.”

“Congratulate?” She seemed deeply confused. “He is not the kind of guy who simply congratulates people, you know.”

“That’s why I got first again.” You had raised your index finger meaning a number one and your girlfriend perfectly understood what you meant. She yelled the loudest ‘yeah’ you have ever heard in your life and jumped really high, commemorating your achievement. She was happier than you were thirty minutes ago.

Suddenly she’d stopped and: “You should remember your promise.”

“I do.” You laughed. Of course, how could you forget about the stupidest decision you have ever made? She examined you from head to toes and sighed.

“See, we can stay home too.” She shrugged. “If you don’t feel comfortable—”

“If it is because of him” you cut her off “don’t worry. And it’s your chance with Yuta.” You’d touched her cheeks in an affectionate way.

“I’ll have other chances, though.” She softly hit your hands, moving them away from her face. Her protection and preoccupation was clear and touching, yet you didn’t think it was necessary. With smart words and a well-toned voice, you convinced the poor girl you were fine with the situation; after all, you promised and promises are meant to be kept.

The truth, although, was that you needed to see your ex-boyfriend and be completely confident about your feelings; be certain you were over it and the affection for him died long ago. What you fear, nevertheless, was the little fire still burning inside your chest—if it was either due to the imminent encounter, or if it was something new. The ultimate reality should hit you, deep inside. And it had to happen that day, that night.

—

The music was explicit and the lyrics, dirty and invasive. Few of the melodies could actually make you move your body (slightly) and enjoy the moment. Shots and shots of vodka had become some sort of time-killer when your girlfriend left you sitting alone to hook up with the guy named Nakamoto Yuta. She said they would be inside a room, but didn’t say which one it was. So you decided to wait; sooner or later she would be back – and you hoped it was sooner.

An ambient that didn’t actually match with your idea of having a good time was a house party. People drunk and wasted, while some of those who still were conscious had to take care of the boys and girls throwing up everywhere; there were always couples kissing and this annoying smell of rough and unplanned sex. Like it was casual, but you knew people fooled around just because they thought it was natural to have relations with anyone, anywhere.

You’d rather be at home, sleeping, than be where you were and seeing what you saw.

To make it worst, you’d been squeezed between pairs of young-adults that constantly changed into other pairs. It was a warm-up before the couples decide if they would or wouldn’t feed their libido. You sighed when the sofa became empty. In the past thirty minutes your body had been hit, punched and kicked unintentionally, and all you did was nod in acceptance. Now your form was the only thing occupying the fluffy furniture; you’d rested your neck on the couch’s pillow and closed your eyes in a vain attempt to filter some nice sounds in the surroundings.

Someone sat beside you and: “I thought you wouldn’t come.”

You knew the voice; oh, and how you wished you didn’t. He was there and right by your side; your heart raced a little, but not enough to convince you that you could possibly be emotive. Slowly you opened your eyelids, not bothering if took you long to pick up the correct words to say. Indeed, it took you an enormous time to gather sufficient courage to speak.

“I gambled.” You shrugged. “And lost. I am just paying the bill.”

“I see.” He said and you were sure he smiled too. “I am glad you came, it’s been a while.”

“Youngho,” you finally stared at him. He was softly different from when you two ended up your relationship; his hair was shorter and he became thinner. Maybe he grew muscles too, you’d pondered. “I didn’t come because of you.”

“I am not saying you did.” He ignored your gaze, shifting positions and looking away. ��Anyway, both of us should move on, right?” Youngho found someone—a black-haired girl, you saw—and smiled. “I still consider you very important, we dated for three—”

“I need to go after Yuta and a friend of mine, if you don’t bother.” You stood up, stopping Youngho to say any other word. He took a deep breath and nodded, although his eyes were begging you to stay.

It didn’t matter, though, what your ex-boyfriend said. When he sat down and his voice echoed in your ears it was a mixture of emotions, but none of them were related to love. Something close to anger and heartburn, you would say. Youngho’s posture was light and concrete, while you were still broken into small pieces and trying to pick up from the ground parts of your soul that you were sure you lost. He was completely bright and you were totally stormy.

Going up, your steps slow and heavy, you gained time to think about why you still had this burning sensation in your stomach. Not because you weren’t over your recent ended love, but because you hated how injured you were – and he wasn’t. You felt all of that was unfair, because you’d suffered for days and days, so in the end your sentiments collapsed and you’d felt nothing; for some time you became immune of pleasure and sadness. You felt nothing. And it wasn’t good either.

You leaned your back in the first wall in front of you. It was a really long hallway and you were only some steps away from the stairs, but it felt good. Good to have no one but you standing; even if you recognized that all the rooms on the floor were populated, at least the corridor was desert.

For some reason you were holding a bottle of beer, and you didn’t realise that until you felt your left hand cold and hurting. You smiled at your own misperception; you’d been so overwhelmed with love life that you forgot how much you’d been drinking and even when you had gotten that bottle. With nothing to lose, you took a long sip from the liquid; your throat burning with the astringent taste of the alcohol. You let a short ‘ah’ come out of your mouth after you’d finished the drink and put the jar on the ground.

“What if I had bet something with someone?” A voice startled you, causing your body to tremble entirely. It was Jung Jaehyun.

“Where did you come from?” You inquired; your eyes widened. He was holding a glass with a transparent liquid and you presumed it was soju because of the strong smell. Jaehyun shook the glass, moving the drink a little bit, as it was a combination of all kinds of liquors; with his free hand he sent you a ‘wait’ sign and you rolled your eyes. Like everybody else he should be just playing around.

His expression, although, was peacefully. Jaehyun had his hair straight and his clothes on place; it looked like he just arrived to the party and that cup of alcohol was his first. You asked yourself, while you read him, how he could possibly have such a controlled aura. Jaehyun didn’t seem lost, but also didn’t seem immersed in the environment. He was in the same position as you: leaned on a wall; his pupils dilated due to the booze he just ingested and his breath slow and paced.

Suddenly a girl exited the bathroom close to where Jaehyun was, and you acknowledged what possibly happened. Her eyes showed concern when she saw you standing in front of the blond haired boy and you thought that she was afraid you would tell someone about what perhaps occurred in the small lavatory. You grinned at the thought of being mean enough to start walking around and telling everyone that Jung Jaehyun just had had sex in a toilet, but you put yourself on the girl’s place and decided that from all of those people fucking around, why would punish only that poor girl?

With fast steps she left the floor and went all the way down to reach the real party. You smirked, ironically.

“Unbelievable.” Your words came out as a whisper.

But you had been wrong. Right after the girl vanished, a guy came out from the same bathroom as her, with the same concerned expression she had and the same speed on his steps. That boy had fun, not Jung Jaehyun.

Jaehyun cleared his throat calling your attention back to him. “What if I bet something with someone?” He repeated his first words.

“What do I have to do with that?” You shrugged; cleaning the scene about the girl, the boy and the bathroom from your mind.

“What if I say it has to do with you?” He came two steps closer.

You snorted. “Why would you?”

“See, I was sure you would get second place.” He stepped back, leaning on the wall again.

“So it’s all about the rank?” You inquired, not believing at his words. “That’s why it involves me?”

“No, no.” He shook his head. “The thing is: if you got first” Jaehyun laughed before continuing: “I’d have to kiss you.”

You sarcastically grinned. “Otherwise?”

He seemed surprised with your question, so it took him some seconds to ratiocinate. “I’ll have to shave every single hair of my body.”

“Eyebrows too?”

“Eyebrows too.” He assured.

You laughed, loudly. It’d been a while since you sincerely laughed like that and it made Jaehyun smile for a moment. “Good luck on that. I’d recommend hot wax.”

Turning on your heels you took your way down again, but you stopped on the top of the stair as soon as you witnessed a scene you’d rather not see. Youngho had his hands over a girl’s body, drawing her curves with the tip of his fingers while his lips touched the skin of her face and then her mouth. You felt disgusted; the will to throw up rising inside you. You shifted, looking back to Jaehyun who had eyes glued on your form.

“Look.” He said. “I don’t really want to hurt my balls.”

“Don’t you–” you began asking, but he cut you off.

“It’s not the main topic if it’s a forest down there or not.” Jaehyun stepped closer once again and you let a ‘gross’ out of your mouth. “I am not that bad and it is just a kiss.”

“What do you get if you kiss me?” You asked, some sort of interest growing on your bowels.

He smirked. “Two hundred bucks.”

You nodded. “We split. And then I am in.”

Jaehyun had been caught out off guard; the boy really didn’t believe you would accept his proposal. “So it’s a deal.”

“And I think I have the right to know who the person who made this bet with you was.” You pointed out.

“Ah” he said. “A friend of mine; Chittaphon.”

“The Art and Dance major?” It was funny to think that the small thin guy, known all over the University for his pure personality, had done that kind of wager. Jaehyun said a low ‘yes’ and you just shrugged. “All right, so we do this here or?”

“Well, you know” he began, coming closer and closer. “It has to be, hum, public.”

“You mean you have to do this in front of everyone so your friend can see and you won’t be shaved from head to toes.” You spilled out so fast that Jaehyun took a moment to understand every word. In the end he positively shook his head. You touched the boy’s shoulder and muttered a ‘let’s do it then’.

Jaehyun pointed to the stair, as a mention for you to lead him. You were not sure about his intentions – it could be Youngho trying to outwit you or your friend, trying to stay longer with her toy-boy Yuta –, although it looked like the blond haired boy was being extremely honest. He could just had tried attacking you and wining the bet without wasting time talking, but Jaehyun opt to be truthful. Your heart raced a bit and you smiled at the thought of you two becoming friends; it was equal those cliché romances, where the girl and the boy hate each other yet end up liking one another—of course, you did not expect to get to that kind of point.

With slow steps you went down, feeling a shadow behind you and a hand touching your shoulder. His skin was warm, but not hot. It had a pleasant temperature, causing your body to react positively to his small gesture of kindness—if you could consider a ‘touching my shoulder’ a gesture of kindness.

Despite your laziness to walk, you’d been able to easily feel the adrenaline being launched on your blood, as your body impatiently waited for an action. Increasing heartbeats turned out to heavy breaths and shaking hands. You stopped as soon as you both arrived to the first floor; pondering about it, you had no reason to be nervous. Your eyes instinctively reached Jaehyun’s and the fire inside your chest got stronger, grew bigger. You had no reason to be nervous unless you let that blond boy mess up with your psyche.

He noticed your hesitancy. “If it’s too much for you, I can negotiate the part of shaving eyebrows.” Jaehyun shrugged.

“No, that’s not it.” You smiled. “I was just thinking.” Your voice came out strong and it surprised you. Sounding brave wasn’t what you expected.

Jaehyun laughed. “You are interesting.”

What words can do, you contemplated. His voice was so soft and addicting, you felt like diving into something deep, dark, with no way back to the surface. Clearly Jaehyun was playing, so you cogitated if you should or not do the same. Was it even something you should worry about? You shook your head; that kind of thought should be far away from your mind.

The blond haired boy said something about getting a drink and you just nodded, not really absorbing his words. You’d been too immersed in your own world that he disappeared in the crowd and you didn’t realise until you felt something missing by your side. You’d felt the need for his presence; it made you sick and you felt a strong vertigo hitting you at once. It was disgusting that you had never spoken to Jaehyun before and he made you feel this way; it was disgusting you wanted him, yet it was just about a stupid bet. Were you that easy?

You walked some feet and rested your body on a wall. From where you were, you could easily see a lot of people having, what you supposed, ‘the time of their lives’. It sounded futile, ridiculous and humiliating. Persons unconsciously doing whatever others told them to do so, wasted bodies wandering from one side of the room to the other, drinks poured on the ground and that annoying smell of marijuana filling your lungs and making you feel even sicker. As a plus, you’d met Youngho’s eyes again; this time he didn’t seem very aware of the ambient and just sent you an insignificant grin. His eyes were glued on your form, but all you felt was anger. And anger. And an immense hate.

“So he’s your ex.” The velvety voice close to your ear was enough to tell that Jaehyun was back. He gave an ironic emphasis on the word ex, like it was toxic.

You smiled, weakly. “My taste for guys is not the best one, you know.”

He literally dragged his body onto the wall and killed the distance between your physiques; his shoulder touching yours. “If you stay with me we can probably change that assumption.”

You laughed, loudly. He didn’t say a word about it, however the true was: he loved that sound; the sound of genuine happiness. It didn’t mean, though, he loved specifically your laugh. Jaehyun unravelled from the concrete divider and positioned himself in front of you; a hand holding the cup of vodka and the other still planted on the wall not so far from your face.

He sighed. “Stop looking at him.”

You shrugged. “I am not.”

“Stop thinking about him.” Jaehyun asked; his voice tone disturbed.

“I am not.” You repeated yourself. He leaned closer, and closer. So close that you felt his sent.

“I want you to look at me.” He said. “Look at me.” Jaehyun demanded and your body responded without your will. He was hypnotic; you were two polos of a magnet—completely different personalities, different conceptions, different in every single way, yet you completed each other because plus and minus are parts of the same electromagnetic field. Your minds may fight against one another, but the necessities of your bodies were more intense.

You stared at him; Jaehyun’s caramel eyes were magnificent, completely mesmerizing. You’d felt anaesthesia spreading all over your veins and you knew it was because the only thing you could possibly feel in that exact moment was the smell from his skin; mint and chocolate, a mixture you usually hated, still on him suited well—it wasn’t cloying, it was addicting.

He stepped back, put the glass on the ground and stood up without taking his eyes off you. Jaehyun’s gaze was passionate, even though you two were nothing but colleagues—and not even that, if you ponder. The space between you and him began to vanish; he approached step by step until there was no gap amid you two. You grinned; he blinked. You’d passed your tongue over your lips, wetting them; he smirked. You’d raised your arms and rested them around his neck while your hands pended one on top of the other; he run his hands over your waist, one of them softly clutching your abdomen and the other involving you completely on his embrace. By this time, his lips were less than centimetres away.

Jaehyun blinked twice before speaking: “I’m kissing you right now. Do you see Chittaphon?”

You got disappointed, but did not show it to him. Your eyes had run around the place searching for some guy with black hair and, finally, you found him. Chittaphon was watching the scene fascinated, waiting for his friend’s next step. “He is here.” You said; your voice smooth.

The blond haired boy smirked, again. “Thanks God. I wouldn’t endure much longer.”

Before you could ask what he meant, Jaehyun had his lips pressed contra yours; the mint scent feeling your lungs and the taste of chocolate feeling your mouth. It suited him; sweet smell, sweet flavour. The way he kissed you was not desperate, yet you could feel the fervour growing and the only thing holding the boy back was you. He wanted you to allow a continuation; he wanted you to tell it was okay to go further. You bit his lower lip causing Jaehyun to groan. Provocation wasn’t your best skill, but you knew Jaehyun wasn’t your ideal type either, so risking should be the first thing to do in that case. You rubbed your lips across his own, as a sign you were ready for him to go deeper than just a soft kiss.

He smirked, acknowledging what you meant. With your mouth still connected, Jaehyun grabbed your wrists and placed your hands on his torso; he held your face in the midst of his palms, gracefully caressing your jawline. With your permission, he let his tongue reach out for yours.

It wasn’t forced. You’d feel the heat intensify among you two while the boy kissed your lips in a completely ardent manner; he wanted it, you knew. Jaehyun managed to make your lips match completely; your hands running over his chest while he squeezed your body’s boundaries and activated some sensitive points you didn’t even know existed. He pressed his frame closer, and closer.

And then someone interrupted the kiss. “That’s enough.” You opened your eyes and recognized the person.

Jaehyun gave you an apologetic look and turned to face his friend. “I was just—”

Chittaphon cut him off. “Yeah, I know. But everybody is looking, so you either get a room or stop.”

“Rooms are just for a second time.” You shrugged and Jaehyun smiled.

“You won.” Chittaphon said, taking out of his back pocket the money he owned and gave to the blond boy. “And you are fire, girl.” He laughed.

You chuckled. “Should I thank you?”

“It was a compliment.” Chittaphon assured.

Jaehyun hit him in the back and turned to you. “Can we go upstairs, just for a second?”

“I am not sleep—”

“I am not sleeping with you either.” He said. “I just need to say something.”

You looked at him, trying to read Jaehyun and be sure he wasn’t just joking. He had a serious expression on his face and as Chittaphon had already walked all the way back to the dance floor, you thought it wouldn’t be a bad idea leave that crowded environment. Because you just exposed yourself, it was indeed a good idea.

You nodded and Jaehyun smiled. Before following him, you looked around to find the only and one soul you were interested in see suffering: Youngho. The boy was gazing you, angrily. And instead of getting upset about it, you were pleased.

Your feet hurt because you were not very familiar with heels, and walking up and down wasn’t helping either. You had kept your steps in the same speed as Jaehyun was moving, but at some point you just had to anchor yourself in some bathroom door and throw the pair of shoes away. You literally had opened the basket with rubbish and send it right inside; after all you didn’t want them back to your feet anyway. Only then you’d grasped how tired you were, so you sat down on top of the toilet bowl and sighed. Who cares if Jaehyun had to talk to you? You were exhausted.

He showed up on the entryway of the toilet. “You should just use flip-flops.”

“I wish I could.” You shrugged. “But the society’s beauty padrones just won’t let me.”

He closed the door and locked it. “Here.” Jaehyun handed your part of the money. “A deal is a deal.”

You held the cash. “I thought you were bluffing.”

“I never bluff.” He assured you. Jaehyun sat on the sink and ran his eyes over the small space. “Feeling claustrophobic?”

You denied with your head. “I like staying here, away from the crowd.”

“Do you bother if I stay with you?” He politely asked and you laughed; again the amazing sound of authentic euphoria.

“We just kissed in front of the entire University.” You pointed out. “I don’t really bother with your presence.”

“Good.” It was the last thing he said before the silence hovered.

At first you had felt claustrophobic, but that was before the blond haired boy entered and killed you few seconds of solitude. It was, actually, a cubicle. You were sitting apart from Jaehyun, but you still felt your bodies so close due to the restricted space. You gave it another look and concluded you’d be much more comfortable inside the bathtub.

Laying down you tried to make yourself comfy even though the material of the object was stiff and cold. You stared at the ceiling and permitted your imagination to run wild, wondering what would have happened if you hadn’t dated Seo Youngho, if you had said no to Jaehyun and if you hadn’t ignored your sixth sent about what course you should major in. So many decisions to make and none of them seemed real; so many decisions made and none of them seemed correct. You sighed, feeling the angst corroding your organs. Why would you think about such things? In your mind you should just sleep over there and go back home in the morning. Your thoughts had been cut off when Jaehyun came closer.

“I am tired too.” He said and sat down by the bathtub’s border.

“I bet.” You smiled sarcastically.

He turned his body to you. “I assure you don’t want to bet things with me.”

You imitated his facial expression. “I assure you don’t want to bet things with me.”

Jaehyun laughed. Now was your turn to feel the vibration of his laugh, feel how melodic it sounded. He placed a hand over your exposed cheek and gently massaged it. Again, the sensation was warm and pleasurable. You began to think if every girl he hooked up was the same thing, the same attention, the same furore.

He appeared to notice doubt pairing in the ar. “I’ve been looking for an opportunity to talk to you.” The boy said.

“And why is that?” You, somehow, managed to say.

“I found you amusing.” He confessed. Jaehyun was looking to your lips, making it clear he desired them.

“This is what you wanted to say?” The question came out strict. Jaehyun nodded and you took his hand off you. “I am a friendly person. We could have been friends earlier.”

He sat up. “I know, right?” You felt some nervousness on his voice. “But I wanted to give your part of the money without Chittaphon’s presence; he could argue with me, you know?

“Well, I assume he could. Anyway” you stood up. “I should leave.”

Jaehyun suddenly hesitated; his eyes glued on your form and: “Honestly, I didn’t care about the money or the bet at all. I just wanted to stay with you a bit, because since I first saw you I knew I was already into you.” He said fast, the blond boy followed you out of the bathtub, cautiously examining your movements and anticipating your actions.

No answer came from your mouth, however. You stretched your body, moving your head to the right and to the left and arching your backs as much as you could in an attempt to relieve the stress from your muscles. It’s clear that a pair of eyes kept staring your form, analysing all you were doing and waiting for a concrete reply, though you still had remained in silence.

Withal, something burnt inside your chest and an excruciating ache ran through your bones—similar to an abstinence crisis. It’d been obvious to you what you needed, but you were too much stubborn to admit it; in any circumstance you would become one of those people who just have fun inside a bathroom while sustaining your lust. And you’d felt the stiffness in the air as you and he wonder the same thing and contemplated the same option. There was nothing really plausible to justify the tension between you and Jung Jaehyun; two strangers completely attracted to each other, with no reason behind that if not your physical necessities. You needed him and he needed you, but none of you could actually find an explanation or a motive.

You’d turned your body, so you could face Jaehyun. His gaze was so deep and intense, you felt your persona melting under his eyes and the new supplement of adrenalin already filling your veins and possessing your organs. He needn’t an answer, you concluded, because his hands reached your shoulders and pushed your figure against the bathroom’s door, squeezing your physique contra his. For a moment you forgot how to breathe, the lack of oxygen making you feel dizzy. The boy smirked; he was starting to feel satisfied with the reactions you provided on him. He wanted you, and you wanted him; with no hesitation he approached and picked your lips once and twice before diving into the real kiss.

Your mouths moved in the same velocity, perfectly matching the intensity of the moment. You’d allowed him to go further; the boy knew your body better than you did, his hands correctly touching parts of you that seemed hidden until that moment. His lips ventured into your skin, leaving your mouth —consequently causing you to softly moan some nonsense—and landing on your jawline; affectionately he sucked the area between you collarbones and your neck, clearly marking you down with large hickeys. You had been unaware of it, but Jaehyun wanted everyone else to know that you had someone to pleasure you and you no longer needed the ex-boyfriend of yours (and he’d never nominate your ex because it’s nearly toxic).

Your fingertips clumsily tangled within his hair strands, utterly messing his hairdo. All the same, he had his hands contouring your boundaries, just like you were a piece of art and he was the artist. The path of his kisses would go from your cheeks to your neck, and then from your collarbones to the exposed skin of your breasts; he passionately rubbed his lips on your body, making you shiver and quiver a bit from head to toes. The boy embraced you and lifted your body, gently placing you down on top of the sink causing your legs to wrap around his torso digging him closer, and closer. Jaehyun had pulled up your shirt exposing just a little bit of your figure; he clutched your back and slightly ran his nails on it, scratching your skin and certainly giving temporary blemishes as a present.

Suddenly he had frozen up and glared at you. His eyes locked with yours as he asked for permission; you giggled, not even believing he’d be so polite about it.

He smiled. “Shit, you’re so pretty.”

Words weren’t able to come out of your, although. Jaehyun kissed you once again but this time much more fervently, holding you tightly and then—when your bodies were already close enough, with no space between you—pressing parts of your inner thighs causing your entire figure to quiver in desire. He caressed your legs, exploring all parts of them and soon reached the fabric of your underwear. Jaehyun played with it, pulling it and dragging the undergarment down and up while his lips were still attached to yours. You wanted to protest, tell him to give you what you wanted, but the provocation was too electrifying to be stopped.

You had to make things even so one of your hands left his neck, dropped to his jeans and searched for his member. Your small palm moved up and down, massaging his cock above his pants and you felt his breath become heavier. You’d done nothing and he was already hard under your touch.

Both of you maintained the movements for a while until Jaehyun slightly pushed part of your panties, holding it glued on your groin and then slid his index finger inside you. Interim his finger motioned in and out of your sex his thumb would rub your clitoris interchanging the speed of his actions. You’d moaned, he grinned. Another finger was added and his motions would constantly variate, sometimes reaching your sweet spot, sometimes just stimulating a possible orgasm.

“Fuck.” Was the only word that came out from you; the endless groans stuck on your throat craving for a release.

“You have to say it.” The blond boy whispered on your ear and kissed your neck.

A snort of pleasure left your lips and you gathered as much air as you could and: “I have to or you need to hear?”

Your words amidst heavy breaths sounded like melody to his ears. “I need to” he distanced himself from you and calmly watched your frustrated expression “because I want you. But do you want me?”

There were uncountable manners to respond to his question, but you found a very literal way to do it. You took your lingerie off of you, threw it on the ground and opened your legs. “Isn’t it obvious?” You crocked you head.

He denied. “I don’t think so.”

You sighed. “Well, sweetheart, I want you.”

Forthwith, he unzipped his jeans letting them fall to his feet and stripped the black underpants down. Jaehyun latched onto you and eagerly connected your lips one more time; you, notwithstanding, held his cock between your palms and moved them forward and backward, masturbating him. The pre-cum dripped out from his tip and seeped on your fingers; Jaehyun whined—the fact that you were only inciting him, making his member throb, was not enough. He roughly took your hands off of it and placed them on his shoulders. He wanted a break because that small pleasure wasn’t what he really needed. To say the least: he wanted to extinguish the last drop of stamina on his body. With this on his mind, he had directly slid two fingers inside your core, moving them fast and rhythmically, causing you to moan and cry out his name in a desperate attempt to free your satisfaction.

With one hand still free, Jaehyun glided under your shirt. His touch was soft, but you could certainly say he was hungry for something else – and soon he gripped one of your breasts, variating the pressure of his hold. You’d cursed and it sounded so marvellous to him; dirty words leaving you lips turned him on more than he’d ever imagined. He accelerated his moves, making you twitch under his triggering. However, with a sudden movement, he stepped back, breathless, and stared at you. Again, you felt utterly irked with his unexpected action.

“I need” he attempted to say, trying to control his unusual gasp “I…”

You cut him off. “Jesus Christ, just fuck me.”

He smirks, glad you said first. “Don’t ask twice.”

Jaehyun slotted himself in between your legs, causing you to spread them wide open for him. He’d lined his body perfectly with your own and slowly – still doing his best to provoke you – pushed in until his hips were completely flushed with yours.

“Holy shit,” you said, completely glee.

He shoved in and out, feeling your walls compressing his cock while the pleasure amidst you two only grew bigger. Jaehyun placed his arms around your waist and pulled you closer, putting your body on the edge of the sink—and like this, being completely able to harshly thrust into you. His pelvis moved up and down, filling your womanhood and then stimulating your G-spot, allowing you to sense the greatest of all delights.

“Fuck, this is so good” you whispered.

Your chest blew in enjoyment, like you had hundreds of fireworks exploding and colouring the precious darkness of your aura. You felt just like a blossom that flourish in spring, or the first snowflake that falls from the sky in a winter night. It’s indeed the best sensation and words could never describe it perfectly.

The boy patiently had waited for you to recover from the first orgasm, moving very softly so he wouldn’t overstimulate you yet. When you’re ready again, he squeezed your ass and increased the rhythm of his momentum. You let you mouth touch the skin of his neck and sucked some spots, leaving the same hickeys he left on you moments before; you bit his earlobe and pulled his hair softly, making a small grin leave his mouth. Jaehyun responded your little incitement by touching your clit whilst his member was still inside you, boosting the speed of his flow.

“I am so close, shit.” He cried out, clutching even deeper on your skin. “You are so fucking good.”

He regretted, though, of not feeling your taste on his mouth and not allowing he to sense how wonderful it’d be the scene of his cock inside your mouth, while you sucked it. Being able to have you, no matter if just for a moment, was already astonishing to him. He didn’t lie, he really felt attracted to you, but sexual pleasure is something out of the boundaries and he’d always need more and more of it – and of you. The boy found you stunning—not only beautiful, but stunning at all; everything about you was so fascinating, and that’s why he felt the urge to be with you.

And even though you didn’t feel that at first, from now on you definitely would.

You’d moved your body up and down a little, so the blond boy could dig himself deeper inside you. Also, you knew he was close to the ultimate apogee and with the best of your skills you stimulated him to the boundaries—by kissing his neck, whispering on his year and moving your pelvis frenetically.

As one, you came undone together.

Jaehyun let his head fall down on your shoulder, resting it while he tried to recover some air. You’d embraced him, allowing yourself to breath in his scent so you could keep it in your memory for a while. He separated himself from you, wore his underpants and jeans back and handed your undergarment that was on the ground; you put the lingerie on and waited till the boy placed you down again, finally standing up. You stretched again, now your bones produced a low sound of cracking.

You glanced to the sink you were previously sitting on. “How did I fit here?”

“It looks tiny, but actually isn’t.” Jaehyun shrugged and unlocked the bathroom’s door. “By the way, we could’ve done this in my room; it’s in the end of the corridor anyway.”

You tilted your head. “What do you mean?”

“I live here,” he pointed out. “I am part of this fraternity.”

“Oh,” you whispered; the small drop of remorse growing inside your chest. Your gaze dropped down to your feet and Jaehyun noticed an odd aura around you.

“Are you already regretting?” He asked with a refreshing voice tone. You looked back at him.

“It’s not actually like that,” you breathed deep “I am not very familiar with… hooking up like this.”

He laughed; the melodious sound reaching your eardrums and inundating your hearing. “Don’t be like this,” Jaehyun hugged you; his arms surrounded your form completely “I wasn’t that bad and neither were you. Also, I’ve had my eyes on your for some time now; you’re a beautiful girl and I may even fall for you.”

“Don’t be gross.” You shrugged him off. “Jaehyun, why are you acting so sweet? I mean” you pointed a finger to his face “you are known for being extremely selfish, aren’t you?”

“I am not selfish, I am ambitious.” He said and you chuckled. “And I am not acting sweet, darling; I am just treating you how you should be treated.”

Then you stared at each other. It was a long, intense glare like it’d be the last time you’d see his face and he’d see yours. His words floated in the air for a second before you absorbed them inside your intellect; though it was hard to ingest such a sugary sentence. You shivered, afraid of a possible sudden confession—and oh, how you wished he’d kept his thoughts inside his head, because after a moment of complete desire, all you could feel was the imminent fear of falling in love again.

“Can you spend the night?” He asked, innocently.

You managed to hide your surprise by giving him a dulcet smile. “I am tired, I should go home.”

“I don’t mean we should repeat what just happened,” he came closer and kissed your forehead “I wanted to just sleep with you.”

“This is so odd, you know” you pouted “We just fucked and you want to sleep with me?”

“Let’s say spend the night.” He points and then: “And you said ‘rooms are just for a second time’.”

Before you could answer, Jaehyun took you in his arms in bridal style and ran throughout the hallway with you holding onto him for dear life. He managed to open one door and entered the room; the blond boy closed the entryway with one foot, put you on top of the mattress and suspended his body on top of you by placing his hands by your side. His lips picked yours ninth times before he kissed you soft and passionately. You closed your eyes, already aware it’d not be just cuddle and sleep, and allowed yourself to ignore the sixth sense inside your soul—telling you to stop— burning like a huge flame and enjoy the moment once again. Jaehyun aroused sentiments in you that no one ever did, not even Youngho, and you didn’t feel like letting that sensation go away—not in that exact moment.

For the night, you had the time of your life twice.

—

You found very incorrect to call it sneaking out.

In your terms, you wrote a small note for Jaehyun containing your phone number and went back to your dorm at four o’clock in the morning. That was not sneaking out, that was leaving him sleep peacefully while you were fulfilled with complaint and guilt.

At least it sounded less terrible inside your mind.

Your best friend slapped the table making everyone inside the cafeteria to look at both of you. “You slept with him.”

You smiled shyly. “Yes, but that does not mean—”

“You cannot just leave him,” she yelled and raised her arms, trying to show how bothered she was with the situation “because he didn’t leave you.”

“He didn’t leave me,” you pouted “because we were at his room, at his fraternity.”

And you had your conscience pretty clean; after all you promptly gave Jaehyun your number—even though you deep wished he would neither call nor text you. The girl in front of you just rolled her eyes; she’d been trying to convince you to go back and tell him any sort of excuse to why you left without a plausible explanation, but it’s so much in vain. You’d not go back; you’d not give a justification for you actions.

Actually, you’d had enough of apologies for a while.

It’s not the fact that he did you wrong or even had taken you for granted that made you consciously stand up and leave part of his bed empty; to say the least, you were truly afraid.

People spill out empty words and grow meaningless feelings, not always being fully aware of the poison it all can create. You’d been there; you’d felt it entirely—when Youngho broke up with you, when you were left alone crying your sorrows into the void. When Jaehyun gave you the tiny hand of comfort, you felt good; when he offered you the complete graciousness, you took two steps back. How could you possibly trust someone you did not even know properly? The fact that you spent the night with him was nothing, not to you. It’d not been enough to persuade you to open yourself from the bottom of your heart.

Because when you first did it, all you had was pain.

“…answer it? It’s buzzing. And it annoys me.” Your best friend’s voice came out to your perception.

“I am sorry, I was just daydreaming.” You said; your voice low. The mobile phone buzzed again, telling you a message had arrived and you’d not seen it. You held it in your palm and unlocked the screen, soon you opened the message’s app and then, by the words you were reading, surprise reached out to you.

[UNKNOWN] 2:16 PM: You could’ve waited for me, we could’ve had breakfast together.

Your eyes widened and your heart ponded faster. Although the number wasn’t on your contacts list, you knew who it was. Jaehyun did text you and now you had to answer. What a great moment, you thought, considering your friend’s gaze examining you and trying to read your expression. She smiled and said

“It’s is him, isn’t it?”

You ignored her and rapidly typed some letters and sent him a reply, not bothering if he would text back or not—because you’d be ignoring him for the rest of your life.

[YOU] 2:18 PM: I am sorry, I just felt like leaving earlier. I didn’t mean to make you mad. Sorry.

Your friend wheezed and sarcastically smiled at you. She stood up, still maintaining her eyes locked with your figure, and gathered her notebook and phone on top of the table. You did not realise she was leaving until she whistled and then waved a hand. You sighed; finally you were left alone with your thoughts and complex sentiments.

But before you could pack and go away too, your phone vibrated. An answer had come.

[UNKNOWN] 2:22 PM: Yeah, it’s fine. But I did not joke with you yesterday, I like you and I’d love to go out with you sometime. Like, just me and you and maybe a movie?

You swallowed your saliva like it was acid; it burning your throat so hard that you thought you were dying. You stared at your mobile, reading and re-reading the words written there for long five minutes, and then you locked the screen again and left the coffee shop.

Yes, it was so rude of you to just pretend Jaehyun didn’t exist but also yes, you were too much frightened by the flame inside your heart, ponding it and ponding it faster. You knew it was not correct, and you really wanted to just go running to him and confess what was happening to you and to your thoughts, yet it was also so embarrassing to feel what you felt, to want what you wanted.

Few were the things you’d familiarity when it came to Jung Jaehyun. The main point was that he’s a classmate, and that both of you had a magnetic attraction—you needed each other like a living being needs oxygen to live—however, you’d no idea if his words were really sincere. Or maybe you desired them to be just a joke between new-born friends.

If you even could nominate your relationship as friendship.

Suddenly your body clashed with someone else’s and all of the papers that once were resting on your hands now were flying throughout the wind. You puffed and looked to the person in front of you.

“Hey, pay attention—” you words dissipated as soon as you saw the pair of eyes in front of you.

He puffed back, imitating you. “Those weren’t important, were they?”

You cleared you throat. “It’s actually none of your business.”

Jaehyun laughed. “Will you just ignore me?”

“I am not. I just answered you.”

He sighed. “I am talking about the message I just sent you.”

You blink once and then twice, not sure of how you could put everything that had come to your mind into words. But the peculiar appearance; his presence out of the blue… That was much more intriguing to you.

You put a hand on your waist and pointed a finger to his face. “How did you know I was here?”

“I told you,” he smiled and the pair of dimples showed up “I’ve interest on you and a friend of mine told me you and your bestie love this cafeteria.” He shrugged.

“Yuta should keep his mouth shut.” You pouted, already scheming on your mind on how would you reprehend Nakamoto Yuta for telling people what you liked or disliked.

“He was just helping a needy man.” He blinked one eye. “And you did not answer me.”

You pondered and pondered, but there was nothing much to be said if not the truth. You filled your lungs with a great amount of air before you said “I am not ready for feelings. I’ve been deep hurt and I need time.”

Jaehyun gave you a weak smile. “I see.”

“I know you don’t like me that much.”

“You know nothing, sweetie.” He said.

And then silent hovered for a moment, caused by your rough words. You expected him to just turn his back and leave, but he did not. Jaehyun kept staring at you, his mouth still drawn in a tiny grin while your spirit was collapsing inside your persona. You wanted him to say something, anything, even hurtful phrases if necessary. The silence was killing you, piece by piece.

Jaehyun shrugged and looked away. “I’ll give you a week.”

“What?”

“I’ll give you a week,” he repeated himself “so you’ll have enough time to organize your feelings and giving me space to show how much of a boyfriend material I can be.”

You giggled. “Don’t be”

“Gross, I know” he completed your sentence “I won’t even look at you for the next week—and trust me this will be very, very hard.”

You were ready to respond, but Jaehyun’s words kept coming out from his mouth.

“It’s hard for me to be apart from you,” he pointed to your feet and then pointed to his own. “This space between us is killing me.”

“So what?” You inquired when he finally gave you the opportunity to speak. “What happens after this week?”

“I’ll text you.” He said.

As before, he was nothing like you thought. You’d been constantly closed for the world for a long time, only being able to pleasure yourself with success—not even your friends would manage to make you smile so hard compared to when you were the first at a subject. The #1 on a sheet was enough for you.

Until you’d met Jaehyun.

You watched him leave with no other words added. He didn’t gave you any other sign, and you were still slightly unsure of his true wishes, but despite all of that something bigger and stronger flew through your veins. Jaehyun vanished in the crowd and soon you had your eyes on nothing but the wind. You smiled, your phone buzzed.

[UNKNOWN] 2:47 PM: (This is the last one today, I swear) Don’t forget, I’ll text you within a week, so be prepared for the greatest boyfriend material: me.

You laughed loudly, the genuine happiness reaching out for you.

And then you saved his number, just in case he text you again (and he will).

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The Light Keeper (Part 12)

AO3

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11

Rating: T

Summary: A beast lurks in the waters. Stan loses Ford to the waves, the lighthouse his only point of contact and hope of ever getting him back. …He used to love the sea, now it’s taken everything from him.

Lighthouse Keeper AU.

Series of One-shots.

AN: Commission and story collab with @garrulousgibberish based on their Lighthouse Keeper AU (link above). ♥ Mooooooore lighthouse keeper. Drown me in this au.

Part 12: Short Steps

The stairs creaked beneath multiple sets of feet, the first real noise that Stan had heard that morning.

He gave a wry grin, glancing down at the mounting plates of food that had been growing beside him.

He’d grown restless that particular early morning. Mabel had forbidden him from working on exhibits unless she was around to help in the hopes he might stay in bed longer. As far as she knew she’d done just that, but suffice to say the reality of the situation was just a bit different to what Stan had been telling her. So between boring quiet early morning TV and the same old magazines he’d had lying around for years, his only real options were tidying up or cooking.

…He’d decided on cooking fairly quickly.

Plus he’d been hopeful that before long, some very curious and hungry kids would be enticed down to have breakfast with him and alleviate the boredom that was thrumming through him. He gave a soft chuckle as the footsteps, slower than usual, finally made their way to the bottom, whispers that he couldn’t quite hear hissing through the air.

It would seem his plan had been a success.

Stan raised an eyebrow as an echoing cheer reverberated from the kitchen doorway. A soft smile slid on to his face as he put the spatula down, casting a glance behind him in amusement. He hadn’t expected that much of a reaction. “What? It’s not that- oh.”

No one was visible outside the door.

He shook his head, taking the frying pan off the heat as he went to check up on the kids and whatever trouble they’d gotten themselves into now.

“What are you two-”

“No, stay in there!”

Stan blinked at the shout, body following the command even as his smile slipped, suspicion seeping into his tone. “Kids…”

“It’s a surprise, Grunkle Stan. Just- please?”

“Alright, alright, I’m waiting.” Stan put his hands up even though neither of them were there to see, shaking his head at the pleas. “But you better hurry otherwise your foods going to go cold.”

“Well, we wouldn’t want that. I’ve made it all the way down here for that.”

Stan jumped as a third voice joined the fray, his brother poking his head around the door frame with a triumphant beam, two small children hanging around his feet with matching ecstatic expressions. A voice in Stan’s head told him to scold him, to tell him that he should have waited for him in case anything happened on the way downstairs- but it was drowned out by Ford’s proud expression and the warm glow in his chest that Ford was on the mend. “Heh, look at you, Sixer. Up and about.” A bright smile was worming on to his face to match Ford’s until he caught sight of a sudden flash and he gave a gruff groan, mock glaring at Mabel. “I mean- took you long enough, I was beginning to worry.”

“I think you’ll find a very diligent doctor was making sure I got better before I attempted it.” Ford jokingly huffed, rolling his eyes as he came into the room. He kept a tight grip on the doorframe as he shuffled forwards before gripping the worktop instead. He paused for a second there, fingers running over the tile, dotting across the dips and lumps with an intrigued smile before focusing again on Stan.

Stan laughed, a small chuff as he gave Ford a knowing smile. “Need a hand there?”

“Maybe… I’m still getting there though.” Ford was looking at him in slight apprehension and Stan’s heart panged at the confliction that was there, the slight fear showing through the cracks in the pride that Stan would scold him and make him go back upstairs like a small child.

He couldn’t have that, he was only trying to help. He didn’t mean to fuss.

“Yeah, you’re doing great, Ford. But let’s not push too far.” Stan walked towards him but instead of wrapping an arm around his waist he stood with his back to him, letting him use his shoulder to keep him upright as he walked on his own.

“Thanks.” The word was heartfelt and made a gleeful bubble rest in Stan’s throat as his brother gave his shoulder a tight squeeze before finally sitting down at the table.

“Don’t mention it.” Stan clapped him on the back before playfully ruffling his hair. “Though, I am a bit confused. This doctor of yours… were they about when you decided to make that trek?”

“Nope.” Ford gave him a cheeky albeit sheepish look. “I wanted it to be a surprise.”

“Well, you definitely did that. It’s good to see you back on your feet.” Stan shook his head, still holding the back of the chair, though he continued to give Ford a knowing look. “That the only reason, though? Your face says otherwise.”

“…I thought my doctor might disagree with my methods.”

“That sounds much more like it.”

“And- I couldn’t resist that smell. Can we eat?”

Stan let out a bark of laughter at the gleeful childish expression on Ford’s face as he looked around excitedly for whatever smelt so good. “Alright, hold your horses, I wasn’t exactly expecting an audience. Let me grab what’s done for you.”

There was a clatter of movement behind him as he turned back to the stove, his back straightening as he froze up for a second. He slowly turned his head back around, Ford’s bemused expression catching his eye before his gaze landed on the twins now sat at the table as if they’d been there the entire time instead of outside the room waiting for them to be done talking. “I take it you two are hungry too then?”

Mabel shrugged innocently as Dipper nodded. “I mean, I wouldn’t say no…”

Stan huffed. “Wow, such enthusiasm. In that case Ford gets the first batch.”

“Aww, what-”

Stan ignored the whine, knowing without looking that there was still a smile on Mabel’s face instead of actual disappointment. He’d learnt to tell the difference between their joking voices and actual true distress, something that had been highlighted in stark contrast recently though he pushed that far from his mind.

After all, he’d only cooked up one of their favourite breakfasts for the ulterior motive of getting someone down to stop him tugging his hair out from boredom. It had nothing to do with hoping they’d forgive him for scaring them like that.

Nope, nothing to do with that all, he wasn’t making anything up to them. Anyone who said otherwise was a liar.

“Well, I’m glad I made pancakes now. Maybe part of me knew we’d be celebrating something this morning.”

“Pancakes?!” The yell was jarring even from where he stood, but considering all three of them had shouted at the same time, he assumed that none of them were hearing the ringing in his ears like he was.

He chuckled, gaze darting back to the three starry eyed gleams behind him before he went back to divvying up the pancakes he’d made so far. “Yup. Grab what toppings you want, but let’s try to not go overboard? I don’t want anyone being sick- actually, can you two grab some juice as well for everyone while you’re at it?” He pointed his spatula warningly without turning around. “No coffee just yet.”

He didn’t get a response, only a sudden flurry of movement as both kids set about covering the table top in different toppings, both babbling about what the best ones were.

“You have to try your pancakes with this one, Grunkle Ford- and maybe this one-”

“Oh, wow, I would never have put those flavours together.”

“Grunkle Stan’s pancakes are the best, we normally only get them on his day off.”

“Is that so? Perhaps I should try some without anything on them first then.”

“Settle down you two, settle down.” Stan felt his shoulders shaking with the silent laughter bubbling through his chest. He stood for a second with his back to them, trying to school the fond expression on his face. Once he was sure he didn’t look quite so sappy he turned back to them, putting the plates down in front of them. He raised an eyebrow as they seemed to thrum with excitement, the joy spreading to Ford. He gave a gruff embarrassed cough, eyes darting away even as he felt heartened by their response. “Guys? Earth to you lot. They’re only pancakes-”

Before he could even finish the sentence Ford had dived into the stack.

The room was silent for a second as the kids covered theirs in toppings and Ford continued to devour the stack without much room to talk.

Stan just watched him in bemusement. “So… going to assume they’re good?”

Ford gave him a thumbs up, nodding only enough to continue swallowing before cutting another section. “They’re great. I didn’t realise quite how hungry I was.”

“Well, I’m glad you’ve got an appetite. But let’s slow down a little, yeah? You haven’t exactly eaten much in a long time.”

“Exactly! I haven’t.” Ford twisted his fork in the air as he ate through another mouthful, gesturing frantically. He gulped down the food with a grin. “I haven’t eaten in years, I need to make up for that.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s not how it works.” Stan ran a hand down his face in endearing exasperation. “You know, your science sometimes seems a bit off, Sixer. I haven’t eaten in thirty years I’ll make up for that now, I’ve slept for thirty years I don’t need to sleep now-”

“But I have.”

“Doesn’t mean to say you can stay up all day and night.” Stan turned back to the stove, pouring some more batter into the pan. “But, before you argue anymore- do you want seconds?”

“Maybe after you’ve made yourself some and sat down for a bit.”

Stan blinked at the words, realising then that he hadn’t actually kept any back for himself. “Oh yeah, good point. Then we can see if you are actually still hungry once those have gone down.” He hummed, pulling another plate closer as he worked. “One stack of stancakes coming up for me.”

“Stancakes?”

“Yeah, well they’re not ordinary pancakes, now are they?”

“Grunkle Stan won’t give me the recipe.” Mabel’s fork hit the table with a chink that had Stan grinning.

“Trade secret. Otherwise you won’t come back to me for the best pancakes, now will you?”

“I’ll figure it out!” She waved her fork at him before becoming distracted. “Oh, Grunkle Ford, you should really try the sprinkles and chocolate chips and-”

“Whoa there. Let’s not pile them too high. We just talked about not getting sick.” Stan glanced back to see the mound of chocolate syrup that had been added to Ford’s stack with unfiltered glee. He narrowed his eyes as Ford stared at him innocently. “…Is this because I said you couldn’t have coffee?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Mabel tells me this is the best way to eat them.” Ford covered the monstrosity with a heaping of sprinkles, eyes still locked to Stan’s.

“Yeah? ‘Cause it looks to me like you’re taking measures to make sure I don’t try and make you go to sleep at some point.”

“It looks like your science was flawed too. You shouldn’t have made excellent pancakes then if you didn’t think of that possibility.” Ford munched into the pile before Stan could say anything, mock innocence morphing into shocked delight halfway through. “Wow, this is pure sugar.”

“…That a good thing?”

“At the moment, it’s perfect.”

“Definitely no coffee for you today.” Stan sighed, grumbling loudly though without any bite to it as he turned back to the stove in defeat. He could still hear Mabel telling Ford about other combinations he should have on his next stack and mildly debated taking back the offer of seconds.

But on the other hand having the kitchen full of laughter and fun was one of those things he did love. Having the entire family sat around the table for as long as he could have them there sounded like a good way to spend the morning before he went to work.

Besides, he really had asked for this by making pancakes. It couldn’t hurt too much to just let things go and enjoy himself with them.

Though, he might follow Dipper’s route and skip out on most of Mabel’s concoctions, pancakes tasted good with just a few toppings not toppings with a dash of pancake.

“Wait, didn’t you say you two only got these on days off? Isn’t the Mystery… Shack reopening today?”

The steady clatter of cutlery faltered as Stan felt three sets of beady eyes heating up the back of his neck. “What? So I wanted to make pancakes this morning too, that a bad thing?”

“Grunkle Stan, have you been up all night making pancakes?”

“What? Of course not. They were still warm, weren’t they?” Stan gestured behind him wildly, not quite trusting himself if he turned around and looked at them. “I’ve only been up for an hour or so. Getting myself ready for the tours.”

“But we made sure you didn’t have an early one.”

Stan shrugged. “My clock’s still ticking to an old schedule, sweetie. It’s hard to break the habits. But honestly, I haven’t been making pancakes for that long this morning.” He bit his tongue as he grabbed his plate and sat down with them, stuffing in a bite to stop having to answer more questions and taking the burning batter as punishment.

After all, technically it wasn’t a lie. He had only been making pancakes for a short amount of time that morning.

The fact that he’d been up before then hadn’t been the question.

He gulped the bite down, wincing at the heat travelling down his throat. “S-so- that gives us time to work on that mermaid exhibit you were helping me with, doesn’t it?”

“Oh yeah! We still need to paint her, right?”

Stan nodded. “Yup, that’s the one. She won’t be ready for today probably, don’t want to rush, now do we?”

“Do you think I can join?”

Stan turned to Ford, eyebrows furrowing at the hesitant question. “No need to ask, of course you can join in. We could use your expertise on the colours.”

“Oh well, merpeople come in a variety of species and therefore their tail colourations can be based on a range of- but no, that wasn’t what I was asking.” Ford rubbed his neck nervously. “I meant, could I watch you do one of your tours?”

“Oh.” Stan felt shock permeate the air and the word as he looked down at his plate, gruff embarrassment bubbling up again nervously. “I mean, yeah, sure you can. If you really want to. I mean I don’t exactly stick to the facts… not that you heard that from me. So as long as you don’t interject and stuff, feel free. Don’t want the punters thinking I don’t know my stuff.”

“Of course not. I’ll try to… keep quiet.” Ford grinned, the hesitance vanishing quickly behind the sparkle in his eyes. “Besides I think it’ll be a lot of fun to be part of it.”

“If you say so.”

“I do. I’m looking forward to it. After all, you’ve put a lot of work and effort into this place.” Ford looked outside the kitchen into the rest of the house with an interested hint to his gaze. “From what I’ve heard, you give quite the tour.”

“Yeah? W-who told you that?” Stan didn’t quite know what to do with the happy keenness to Ford’s voice or the proud grins the twins seemed to be throwing at him. He coughed into his drink for a second to get his thoughts back on track and to come up with some kind of grouchy retort. “Well, just make sure not to tire yourself out either.”

A voice inside his head laughed at him for the attempted brush off.

“Of course not. And on that note-” Ford held up his empty plate with a grin. “Can I have some more please?”

“… Yep, absolutely no coffee for you today.”

A bubble of infectious laughter ran around the room at that point. After a bit more bantering conversation, the kids finished up, both of them cleaning up quick for different reasons as Ford continued to eat.

Mabel darted in and out of the room, bringing with her various craft supplies for their joint venture, though Stan thought it best to go grab the ‘creature’ himself, worried that it was just a tad heavy for the twelve year old. Whilst he did though, he couldn’t quite help listening in as Dipper also vanished, only to return with his journal and ever clicking pen, pushing the closest chair even closer to Ford and sitting up straight, eyes gleaming with intrigue.

“So, Grunkle Ford, how many mermaids have you met? You said there’re more than one species so-”

Stan huffed out a laugh as Ford gulped down another bite of pancake before answering, his focus equally divided by conversation and good food in a way Stan had never actually thought would ever be possible. As it was, Ford seemed to ramble a lengthy answer to each of Dipper’s questions, hands gesturing eagerly as he went before taking another bite as Dipper scribbled it down, or chewing thoughtfully whilst toying with an answer to a more difficult question the boy threw at him.

Then again, Stan couldn’t really talk about being divided between jobs. The nerdy conversation and building excitement at someone else speaking on the same frequency was somehow more endearing than it usually would be. He was so busy listening to Ford and Dipper chatter away, that he was finding it increasingly difficult to veto Mabel’s design ideas for the exhibit.

So far, the mermaid was sporting a lot of bright colours that he felt would not do well for camouflage in the murky seas, nor would she actually fit in with many of his other exhibits, a beacon glowing painfully amongst the blues and greens. But Mabel’s comments that the mermaid might not need to camouflage, and that she in fact would want to be seen to help sailors, had made it difficult for him to point out other myths and legends that gave the creatures a much less desirable attitude to humans.

There was, however, a tight clasp on one particular bottle that Mabel had brought with her, and her frustrations were mounting at his steadfast refusal.

“Grunkle Ford!”

“Well, that would be because- oh, yes, Mabel?”

“You know mermaids, right? Grunkle Stan won’t agree with me that mermaids are meant to be beautiful and sparkly.”

“Well, I have to agree with you on that one… so what seems to be the issue?”

“He won’t let me add any glitter to her. It needs to look like she’s just come out of the water and is glittering in the sunlight.”

Ford turned to Stan, smile suspiciously smug as he nodded. “Of course. That makes perfect sense. Her tail scales at the very least should be glittery then.”

“See? I told you!”

“Well, I guess if the expert has spoken, I don’t know anything at all about these things.” Stan’s voice dripped with sarcasm as he dropped the small bottle of glitter to the table. “Can you at least go for the same colour as you’ve painted the tail?”

“Nope, it’s got to be blue cause it’s water that’s dripping off of her, of course.”

“Of course.” Stan glared as Ford bit his lip, trying to stem the giggles that were shaking through his entire body. “That makes so much sense, doesn’t it, expert?”

“All the sense in the world.” Ford turned back to Dipper, trying to school his face into a less self-satisfied smile. “Where were we?”

Dipper, however, stared at Stan, his face curious as if he was puzzling over a particularly hard riddle that had been laid before him.

Stan tilted his head at him, waving a hand in front of his face. “Earth to Dipper? I’m surprised anything can distract you when you’ve got someone right here to answer all your questions.”

“I actually have a question for you, Grunkle Stan.”

“…Oh.” Stan tried not to be unnerved by the determined glaze to the boy’s face. “Shoot?”

“Well, considering Grunkle Ford’s telling us about when he met merpeople, can you finally tell me what you meant when we were beach combing? You’ve met them too, right?”

“Wait what?”

Stan grinned as Ford turned sharply to him, mouth already open and full of questions. “What? You think I haven’t met a few creatures when I’ve lived here for so long?”

“That’s- of course, but you never said anything!”

Stan huffed at the betrayed look on Ford’s face as if he’d kept something from him. “I haven’t exactly had that much time yet. We’ve been answering a lot of other questions I recall… and making sure you weren’t going to keel over on me.”

“That’s not the point.” Ford scooted his chair closer. “So? What have you met? When? Actually, was it always here? Did you meet anything before you came here?”

“Whoa, slow down, slow down, you’re as bad as Dipper.”

“Hey!”

“Besides, Dipper asked first.” Stan was tempted to stick his tongue out as Ford looked about ready to explode with all his questions. “So, kid? What did you want to know?”

“What you meant by not trusting a mermaid if you met one.”

“Well, they’re tricky creatures, kid. Some are great and want to help you get out of the bad situations you got yourself into, some are more inclined to trick you into the water and make the situation ten times worse, that’s all.”

“That’s all? How many subspecies have you met, Stan?”

Stan shrugged, standing up as his eyes found the clock. “Hmm, well would you look at the time. I need to get dressed before the tour starts.” A litany of disappointed cries echoed back at him, all three of them ready for stories.

“That’s not fair, Stan. You can’t leave us hanging like that.”

“I can and I will. Guess you’ll just have to not force yourself too much throughout the day so you can be awake later to hear the stories.” Stan looked nonchalantly at his hand as he shrugged. “Unless you don’t want to join in the tour like you said you did.”

Ford’s eyes narrowed challengingly, the pout vanishing into a thin line of determination. “Fine, it’s a deal. Tour now and stories later- and I intend to be awake for them so no thinking you can get out of it.”

“Whatever you say, Sixer.” Stan winked at the kids as he made his way to the door. Both gave him defiant looks, as if adamant that Ford right and that he wasn’t getting out of telling stories later.

He poked his head back in the door just as he left. “You know, if you think that’s a good story. Wait until you hear about the sea serpent.” And with that he vanished, slipping up the stairs and hearing a cacophony of spluttering behind him.

“Wait, did you just say-? Stan? Stan!”

“What are you looking so worried for?” Ford tried not to smirk as Stan jumped, adjusting his shirt in the mirror before he went out to greet the customers milling about outside.

“I’m not worried. I do this job every day, what would I have to be worried about?” Stan coughed, surly look marring the face in the mirror.

Ford refrained from saying the expression looked particularly like their father. Or perhaps it didn’t, a bead of fretfulness buried deep within his eyes and present in the set of his mouth that would never have been in Filbrick’s. “Quite right, you’ve done this for years. So what’s different this time?”

Stan snorted. “Oh, nothing at all. Just the crowd out there is full of familiar faces from around town and this is the first tour I’ve given since- you know.”

“Oh.” Ford’s mouth went slack for a second, mind blanking before it rebooted with a soft fuzzy feeling. “They wanted to see how you were doing.”

Stan let out a bark of disbelieving laughter. “Yeah, right. Nosy parkers probably want to know the whole story. It’s a small town, people gossip, it’s all they’ve got to do.”

Ford shook his head, laughing along with him as he stood beside him, making sure he was at least staring at his reflection if not him. “Well, I’m sure you’ve already thought up a story- or even the truth, it’s one hell of a tale.”

Stan nodded, shrugging. “I guess so, I’d rather not though.”

“Well, maybe I’m right and they won’t even ask. They want to see one of your tours again, they’ve missed them.” Ford gave him a soft shove, grinning when it was reciprocated.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, nerd.” Stan turned away from him, steeling himself at the door. “Besides, I guess the biggest difference is you’re here to see one.”

Before Ford could answer, the sudden realisation that he might be the reason Stan was nervous blooming thick and fast, Stan opened the door, a bright showman’s smile on his face.

“Well, looks like I’ve got a few return visitors today! You couldn’t get enough of this old man’s tales, eh? Well, I hope you listen carefully this time- you don’t want to be caught unaware by the creatures of the deep!”

“You can say that again.” Ford muttered, the words spilling out without conscious effort, something he found happened a lot now. He couldn’t help but smile apologetically as Stan turned back to him for a second irritated before turning back to the crowd with some half-hearted apology for his talkative brother.

Stan shook his head, gesturing the others inside before him. It didn’t go amiss as he did so how Ford waved tepidly at them all, face nervous at the sudden attention as all eyes locked on him. Stan struggled passed the group once they were all inside, starting up his spiel to drag any nosy gazes still directed behind the group back to him. He waited until they were all firmly hooked to glance around, nodding when he saw Ford standing right at the back and looking back at him gratefully. If he was honest he was relieved his twin wasn’t situated in the middle of the group in case he did decide it was too much and try to leave without drawing more attention to himself.

It really wasn’t the time to be thinking about any of that though. Stan straightened his back, gesturing with his cane for them to go into the first room before him again, whilst leading them forward with the myth of the occupant of their first exhibit. He grinned when even though he knew many had heard the story before they still shuffled around the edge as his story continued, as if they were hearing it for the first time and hadn’t expected the twisted tale.

Just as he was about to follow, his cane tapping the floor, a quick idea came to mind. He turned to Ford who had stood just inside the door, the last person to enter and seemed quite happy to stay as close to Stan as he could. “Here.” Stan whispered, taking Ford’s hand and placing it on to the top of the cane. “Might as well give you a helping hand if I want you to stay and watch the whole thing.”

The bright cheery beam he got in response was reward enough as Ford took the words he refused to say earlier to heart – that he wanted his brother there to watch him perform. “Now, where were we? Oh yes, how to escape the lure of this particular beast. Well, that’s quite a tricky one…”

The tour continued on, small short bursts of excitement filled with gasps of shock and awe. There was a buzz of anticipation that filtered through as Stan went on, helping him relax further and further into the persona without any more trouble.

There was something about Ford watching too, something about his brother’s face filled with pride and joining in with the eager anticipation that just filled him up, made him feel ten times bigger than he’d felt in a very long time.

Not that Ford was exactly keeping his tone the same as the other townspeople. There was a distinct mirth to him, a quiver to his shoulders and a softly raised eyebrow as the others chirped and chittered at Stan’s words, soaking them up like sponges. But the stories themselves seemed to draw him in, the quake in his shoulders vanishing as he listened intently to Stan’s dramatic recreations of scenes long past. His eyes would dart around the displays when he had a chance to be near the front, a nod of approval and a quirk to his mouth that for some reason just hit Stan in waves of warm happiness.

He likes it. He approves. He doesn’t think this is all a farce- Well no, he probably does think it’s a farce still, considering. But- at least it’s not an insulting farce.

Stan tried not to let the feeling overtake him though, continuing on with his tour. He was sure he could hear a familiar chuckle bubbling up every so often as they continued, whether in response to Stan or the crowd, he wasn’t sure but as long as Ford was having fun he couldn’t really bring it in himself to care.

Although, as much as he’d hate to admit it, it really was becoming difficult to keep up his act through ghostly tales and horror stories when his mouth kept wanting to twitch up into a smile. A feeling he was finding harder and harder to ignore. He kept trying to scold himself, school it back into a stern expression but there was a lighter joyful atmosphere to the entire group than usual. A possible side effect of seeing him safe and sound perhaps, as well as his own feelings that all in all were making it increasingly difficult to give out warnings about the sea and its unseen inhabitants.

All too soon it was over though, the last exhibit appearing that led into the gift shop where he left the group to do as they pleased. He managed to give his last speech with a straight face, the round of applause all he needed to at least know that in some way the tour had been a success. He gave a deep bow before ushering them further, the gruffness in his voice laced with affection he couldn’t quite hold back when all of them were friends and acquaintances he’d known for years and the brother he had lost for just as many.

The chuckling grew louder as they all fell away, Ford slipping over to stand beside him, right next to the display.

“What are you laughing at?”

“Well…” Ford glanced down at the taxidermy ‘mermaid’ between them, the very same exhibit he had seen the few times he had been able to before. He couldn’t stop his laughter as he glanced back at the group and then at Stan who also started to join in, face mischievous and pleased as he caught on to what Ford was getting at.

“I still can’t believe they think your- ahh- quaint? Taxidermy attempt there is a mermaid.” It took a moment for him to get the words out, his arms shaking against the cane that Stan had given him as he shook his head. It was all so brilliant. There was something about it all that even though he knew it was fake, that didn’t mean he hadn’t had a fun time listening. If anything it had made it far more relaxing. He didn’t have to worry, didn’t have to really think at all, and could just let himself get swept up in the intrigue, in the pull of a mystery with no real bite. Stan gave an indignant noise through the laughter, trying to school his face into something more irate but the look was ruined by his still shaking shoulders and the obvious glee he took in tricking people quite so easily.

“Hey, that ‘quaint’ attempt as you called it was one of my first.” Stan growled playfully, grabbing him in a headlock and running his knuckles over his head for just a moment before letting him free. He gave a sheepish smile, looking over the exhibit thoughtfully. “You’re right though, I probably should try again now I’m better at it, I could probably at least hide some of the stitches better…” The last words came out in a whisper just for Ford before he shrugged. “I don’t know though, never been able to get myself to. I was always proud of this particular display.” He chuckled, thoughts elsewhere. “How weird do you think it’d be to put Mabel’s up next to this one in the same display?”

“Well, they’re quite different subspecies, that’s for sure.” Ford bit his lip, trying not to laugh too loudly though at least Stan seemed to be doing the same. “But it’s a good one, this one. You should keep it.” He shrugged when Stan looked at him in disbelief. “Hey, for one of your first taxidermy attempts I’d say it’s damn good. I’d love to see some of your newer ones.” He couldn’t help the playful nudge, glad that he didn’t dislodge Stan’s arm from around his shoulder in the same instance. There was a lightness to the air though, Stan’s disbelief turning to a flustered embarrassment as he rubbed at the back of his head at Ford’s words.

“Oh, right, I mean, there are a few in the lighthouse that haven’t seen the light of day yet. Would you like to be my tester for new attractions?”

“I’d love to but I think the kids would be disappointed.” Ford grinned as Stan gave an exasperated sigh.

“Hmm, well if you put it that way I guess I can do a family only tour… just this once. I’m not sure if it should be free, mind, that’s quite the private event there.” Stan hummed, hand rubbing at his chin as he gave Ford a sly grin.

“I’m sure we could come up with something. Mabel would pay you in hugs.”

Stan laughed, shaking his head. “That’s because that��s a gift for her! She’s been trying to get me to give her more hugs all summer.”

“Uh-huh? So what’s this then?”

Stan looked perplexed between Ford and Ford’s own gaze directed at his hand and back again before realising that he was still giving him a one armed hug. “Oh, well this is- one of the ten hugs that Mabel’s prescribed you! Yeah, that- of course.”

“Of course.”

The pair went quiet, Ford’s arm snaking around Stan to return the gesture with a small muttered ‘Mabel prescribed the same to you’ as they watched the punters go through the last exhibit into the gift shop. There were a few bubbles of laughter whenever the pair took in the mermaid, or when Ford pointed out the mermaids purses that Stan had collected with a curious amusement, which escalated quickly as Stan pointed out in turn just how many he’d sold and how much for to tourists over the years.

It settled into a quiet hum though, the tour finishing quietly, a few goodbyes here and there that had Stan shifting back into his persona and telling them to stay safe, even whilst some scolded him for not following his own words.

It took a while for something that Ford had said earlier though to really filter through his head, his eyes finding him again as his fingers skimmed the small plaque before one of his glass cases.

“Still… you said you still couldn’t believe it.”

“Stan?”

Stan stared into the middle distance as Ford turned to him from across the room. There was something in the words, something in it all that was making him wonder if maybe he hadn’t been imagining things all this time. “You’re not just here in spirit anymore.”

“What was that?” Ford frowned, tilting his head at Stan as he waited for him to elaborate.

Stan smiled, a soft genuine thing that confused Ford to no end. “Hmm? Oh, nothing, nothing, just talking to myself.”

AN: I am far too happy about the thought of Ford being proud of Stan’s work on the shack. And hugs. Plenty of hugs. And Ford liking alllllll the food instead of nutritional pills -o- ...PINES FAMILY FLUFF *THROWS CONFETTI*

#gravity falls fanfiction #gravity falls #lighthouse keeper au #stanley pines #stanford pines #mabel pines #dipper pines #grunkle stan #grunkle ford #the light keeper

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