#no signal received I just stood there and was like ‘why does he keep bumping into me’

[catfuyus]

not to brag but I had like a whole conversation with my work crush this morning ( ùᗜú) and there were at least 2, maybe even 3 instances where he touched me ( ◡̀_◡́)ᕤ

[jae-canikeepyou]

| into you | j.jh

pair: jaehyun x fem!reader

word count: 7.7k+

summary: as the uni campus’ social butterfly, it’s a given you have a lot of friends, invited to almost all gatherings and all adore you. for the latter, jaehyun does too. he’s so into you and likes how you’re his happy place. or; jaehyun— an unsocial, often misunderstood person, finds his behaviour different with you and perhaps wants to keep you for himself, not anyone else.

genre: fluff + elite!au

a/n: i’m back after a while since i’ve been so so busy! this is not proofread again and i’m sorry if there are any grammar mistakes down there :> this is not canon with “letting go” scenario in case there’s any similarities with the characters. hehe anyway i hope you all enjoy reading! ♡ ~j.

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seated at the front row in the amphitheatre-shaped lecture hall, jaehyun frustratingly put his hood back on to hide himself from those who were staring from all around. they were definitely whispering about him, hands by their lips to conceal their voices in case he heard them. he hated this much attention, all because he chose stay of out school and classes— and claimed that it didn’t interest him.

so did coming today.

but the point was his attendance for this class was on the line and his busybody parents were sick of receiving phone calls or mails that kept filling their boxes, all for the same reason; that their son could be expelled despite handing assignments.

he rolled his eyes at the heat creeping up his ears as the whispers grew louder. he slammed the thin granite table, causing everyone to flinch at the sound and his presence. “can i have some quiet?! i can hear you guys talking crap about me!” he turned around at the pairs of eyes, soon frozen like meerkats.

they ticked him off. he couldn’t stand being in the same room with people who repeatedly questioned his existence of being here. he knew that rumours were going around, that the ‘jeong jaehyun’ in high school got into an private elite university— it could be anywhere but never expected it‘d be this campus. it was written in the judgment of their faces.

“chill man,” a guy his age swung his lollipop with legs on the desk. “some are curious why you decided to show up today since first semester’s a week away from ending, while some even wonder why you got into such prestigious and elite university.”

jaehyun’s eyed him slowly from legs to head. “who are you supposed to be?” he snorted at the stranger.

“just a guy who wants to break the distraught you’re trying to start.” he kicked his legs off the desk and stood up on his suede shoes, showing off his pearly whites.

he looked at everyone whose eyes averted from the two of them. “our town’s a small neighbourhood, so everybody knows everybody. we know exactly who you are, jeong jaehyun.”

“excuse me?” he swirled his tongue that it was evident he was pissed. “careful what you accuse me of. you and i both know it’s not going to end well-”

“they’re near they’re near!” a voice echoed the hall, cutting jaehyun’s attempt to intimidate the young man any further.

and with that signal alone, jaehyun could see and observe ladies fixing their hair and make-up, while the guys gave fistbumps to those near them. he rolled his eyes at him returning the favour to them as the guy unbuttoned his collar. “what’s wrong with you?” jaehyun was utterly weirded out. “with everyone?”

the crimson-haired guy only gave a flirty grin with raised brows. “this happens everytime.“

the door swung open with the professor rushing in. the students swifted heads, it wasn’t the first time he ever was late. he was young and good-looking, and it was hard to believe he still a bachelor. he gestured someone at the door, then the held-in giggles and mumbles were soon replaced with whispers of awe, as you walked in carefully with a tower of binder folders halfly covering your view.

clearly the guys around him have been secretly admiring; some had the confidence of taking selfies even if you were far, while others took a picture with their eyes so you were marked in their memories. ladies flocked towards the flustered professor like little chicks and surrounded him.

and that’s when the comments started coming in.

“park seojoon is so hot.” “hey remember to use ‘professor’.” “i guess genes runs in the family.” “his sister is ethereal too.” “i see her weekly and y/n’s a goddess.” “y/n! are you coming to the party tonight?”

jaehyun knew who you were through social media and common friends. and he included himself part of the people who admire you. he also remembered because he bumped into you during orientation. he wouldn’t usually care about passerby’s and strangers and although that was a brief moment and short eye contact, something about you was hard to not forget. you had people and friends under a charming spell he couldn’t describe, and that was in a good way.

you tucked a strand behind your ear and became shy afterwards as they whistled and cheered towards your gesture, making you heat up a thousand degrees higher. you should be used to this but every time it happens, you were just as flustered as your brother.

jaehyun’s legs got up on its own and was surprised at himself for making his way to help you. he picked up the fallen binder files and scattered papers while the whiskers by your eyes creased up in shyness.

he hitched a breath realising that the clumsy you was adorable too.

“thank you.” a smile then appearing at the corners of your lips caused jaehyun to freeze for a while. yuta wouldn’t miss anyone’s reaction. he slid his chair close to jaehyun’s as the he came back, nudging his chair for him to give into your beauty.

“i know a person with heart eyes when i see one. now you understand why we’re whipped for y/n. isn’t she a babe- agh.��� he held the back of his head from the smack.

“don’t call me that, nakamoto.” you hissed sharply with how confident and careless he could get, especially with people you weren’t familiar with. you looked at the guy in a black sweater and let out an embarrassed sigh. “i’m sorry about my annoying best friend. yuta tends to be chatty when he feels lonely.” you winked at him.

it was jaehyun’s turn to flash short chuckle, its faint sounds perked not only your ears, but yuta’s as well. “not a problem. i know a lonely person when i see one.” jaehyun emphasised through his gaze.

“i’m not lonely! i have y/n and my men!” he whined and turned towards you. “see what you did y/n?”

“it’s good to finally see you, jeong jaehyun.” you ignored yuta and brought out a hand for a greeting.

you pursed your lips to stifle a laugh, jaehyun’s ears quickly turned from pink to red. he gulped loudly and took your hand in his, eyebrows lifting at how you knew his name.

lost for words and you both locked eyes where he forgot to let your hands go. “we take the same course together? i know your name because you’re the only one missing from the class-” you said, shaking his hands to subtly let him know it had been a minute since your hands felt his vainey flesh.

“okay young lad that’s enough time holding my sister.” seojoon separated your hands and jaehyun snapped out of his admiration, inhaling quite stressfully with how stupid he looked. “get to your class y/n.”

“alright, i’ll see you at tea hour.” you waved at the boys.

“as long as you’re treating i’ll go.” yuta hummed in a monotonous voice, fixing his laces that went untied.

“i’m not talking to you dimwit.” you flicked his forehead, leading to your satisfaction of the nut-like sound from it. “jaehyun, because you missed yesterday’s class, prof assigned me to assist you, along with the other topics you’ve yet to cover. i’ll be expecting you at the café near campus.”

before you stepped out of the hall, yuta pulled your sweater, yanking you back. “are you going to taeyong’s party tonight? you never miss an event!”

you puckered your lips, pinching his cheeks that a cute gummy smile came out from it. “you know my rules. as long as you’re driving me home, i’ll go. see you later.”

jaehyun nodded yet was still in a daze. he realised what you said when yuta pushed him. “gross. don’t act as if we’re already close.”

“hm? was i really? i think it’s normal when you’re making a move on my best friend.” he brought out his laptop and typed his password.

i wasn’t. “whatever.”

and to say that jaehyun didn’t feel butterflies flying uncontrollably in his stomach would be an understatement. they made the intestine churn in ways he couldn’t imagine, and he himself wanted to deny that what he was feeling was just from the influence of others. but wouldn’t that mean his feelings were temporary? because if it were, he should perceive you an ordinary person.

yet here he was outside, still admiring you before he entered the café. he found it was amusing of how oblivious you were of his presence— you were too immersed into this assigned task by professor, but others found it funnier when jaehyun looked stupidly in-love and cowardly the lad looked, despite having the overall aura of a stuck-up.

as the sun’s rays brightened the city and the wind’s breeze made the trees leaves dance, only then had you raise your head to see jaehyun waving at you. ten minutes early, not bad for an actual first impression. “hey,” he greeted, making you smile with his low but gentle voice. “am i late?”

you took your bag from across and asked him to sit down. “no no. you’re just in time, it’s really nice to have an early bird around.”

his dimples deepened at the compliment. ��how about the project? is it too late? you think i can still catch up?” jaehyun cleared his throat.

“that depends on your dedication. based on the record professor gets, you’ve been doing your tasks and homework quite diligently. he’s just worried about your habit of not attending his lectures might lead to procrastination when second semester starts.” you gave him a slice of cheesecake to eat. “he’s still teaching us another subject.”

“it’s quite the contrary.” he dove in for the dessert. “i don’t have the will to procrastinate at all.”

“then good.” you twisted the pen in your fingers. “let’s get started?”

for that span of two hours, how he wished it could be more. who knew you would have a lot of things in common with him? that time alone was not enough to talk about vinyl and jazz singers and pretty much everything that were overlooked by people. he brought up his favourite spots in the city and how they became a safe haven to escape the reality.

to cut the explaining short, his shell slowly started to open, bits and new things were showing. if you were surprised he was a good person, jaehyun himself couldn’t believe he was able to converse with people normally. being the awkward and shy type, doing this almost seemed impossible.

was it your magic that caused him to do so?

you learnt that jaehyun was rather special and by special it meant he had gifts that you believed were way beyond human limits. he never studied in a library, rewatched lectures or written his notes. and the professor mentioned how jaehyun received good grades in most of the things he submitted.

to be very honest, you were a little jealous. from how he was sitting in front of you, he didn’t seem to be interested but was definitely listening. and you sort of gave up in continuing anyway. “i don’t understand why i’m told i need to guide you when you’ve already caught up with everything.” you let out a soft chuckle that seemed more of a question.

“i was waiting for you to stop..” jaehyun said quite blatantly and stretched his arms and you were hurt because if he didn’t want to, he could’ve said so. heck, even more so, he shouldn’t have come here and wasted time-

“..because it looked like you were forced to do this by prof.” his smile then faded seeing you mirror the same. “are you alright? you’re a little pale..”

your eyes widened. “oh uh, sorry, i assumed-” you sputtered and probably died inside with what he said. you cursed in your mind. dammit y/n.

jaehyun raised his brows, making you more flustered and panicky. you sighed and waved your ‘its-nothing’ hand. “assumed that i’m brusque and a stuck-up?”

he pierced his eyes at you and you weren’t going to lie, he scared you a bit. but that fear immediately disappeared when a gentle giggle and adorable dimples replaced it. “i get that a lot, but don’t worry. i’m different from what people think. they think i’m not friendly, a-and a loner too.”

“you’re not.” he heard you counter him, slightly slamming the fork down. “if you were, you wouldn’t be here with me. or even bothered to come.”

his heart became warm through your words, that act of kindness torn down his walls of inferiority and his perception towards people changed. “thanks.” he checked the time on his watch and twisted his wrist to show to you. “don’t you have a party to attend to?”

“lee taeyong’s?” you stood up to leave the café. “i feel like skipping it for tonight. i’m not in the mood for parties somehow.”

“because i’m a better company for you?” jaehyun teased and boy was he proud with his remark, you didn’t even deny it. “you don’t have to go if you really don’t want to. it’s better to have time for yourself sometimes.”

“you’re saying from experience?” you asked, putting pressure on your words about his claim of being alone.

“it’s more of an advice for you.” he winked.

you thought he was quite observant even though he barely socialised with others. he noticed the light in your eyes sparkling, in which he felt his chest squeeze. you twirled in your toes as you hugged your laptop. “say.. are you up for a movie marathon?”

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including now, it’d be the fourth time you both have rewind the specific scene just for that certain song jaehyun kept singing nonstop. and although you loved his voice, having the song on replay would be a little too much and the purpose of the marathon might go in vain. it seemed jaehyun was way into it, so interrupting him would be mean of you so you sang along.

“the nostalgia still hits me ‘til this day.” jaehyun tossed a bag of chips from your kitchen island to you.

jaehyun kept saying it may sound stupid and corny coming from him, but as a child he liked the whole high school musical series; and he pretty much became one when breaking free started to play.

because you both couldn’t decide where to watch the beloved movies by everyone, the marathon ended up being at your apartment. it was subtle, yet quite obvious to you he didn’t want it to be held in his place. you thanked your psychology course for giving lessons to notice even the little things in behaviour.

“how many times do i have to keep telling you it’s okay to like it? not like anyone would tease you for it.” you giggled as you opened the bag and popped a couple of chips into your mouth.

“yeah sure, but i know you would.” he squinted his eyes for you to admit that that was your plan eventually.

“have i?” you singsonged, sipping on the large cola cup.

he pointed at the hairbrush you held and suddenly you bursted out in laughter since jaehyun was obviously— maybe a little— offended with how you mimicked him singing earlier. “okay you caught me.”

jaehyun felt his entire body heating up. still in denial about actually being into you, he took a challenge upon himself and scooted next to you. his arms slightly brushed and touched against yours. “you in for hsm 2?”

“well we are having a marathon, might as well go for camp rock later.” you shrugged and eyed him with a confirming gaze.

“uh-huh.. but i’m still a fan of the trilogy.” jaehyun stole the chips in your hands.

“now aren’t you cheeky.” you gasped at his playful behaviour, and you didn’t dislike it. perhaps you prefer this naught over yuta’s as it didn’t get into your nerves or have the urge to hit him because of the hyperness.

he sat deeper into the beanbag. “i’m comfortable in here. your house feels too homey.”

“so is it my fault that you’re in your comfort zone?” you stated, taking the bag of chips back into your arms.

“yes.” he protested with frequent waves of his palms. “you’re too kind and i might come here to visit often.”

“suit yourself.”

since he arrived here it had him wondering, why did he decide to show up today at campus when there was actually a pure human being like you? he just needed a person— just one— to knock onto his heart. yet with many people in his life trying to do the same thing, none held the correct key. and somehow,

it had to be you.

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you’ve lost count of the number of times jaehyun has been hanging at your crib since then. it became a normal routine but never have you been to his place. it was always yours and you didn’t mind that. though he did promise, you respected his decision.

you found out he could be little dorky and corny but that was the unique trait about him. like friends at kindergarten, you both were still at a get-to-know-each-other stage. so that day, he created a schedule where he would hang out with you on wednesdays and fridays, claiming that he didn’t want to be seen by others, e.g. mr. nobody with ms. golden girl.

however, since then, people close to you have been looking at you rather differently. it wasn’t because they sometimes see jaehyun following you around, they sensed a different aura from you. you could feel their piercing stares from all directions, as if you were the centerpiece of a watch. there was something a little different than usual.

and you tried to ignore this ominous feeling for now.

yuta shook his legs vigorously, in which was an unsightly act to see for someone on the soccer team. you could see him from afar with his hands by his lips, biting it as he waited for your arrival at the university’s sports ground. jaehyun jogged towards you with his bag slung diagonally across his torso. he poked your neck and as a person with severe tickle spots, that caught you off guard into a fight-me position to the doer.

“chill, it’s just me.” jaehyun had both of his hands up, whiskers appearing just by the sides of his nose.

“jaehyun!” you relaxed your limbs. “got a better way of greeting? i don’t like being surprised.” you pulled the hem of his sleeve, missing how he pursed his lips in glee when you both instantly became close, like it was overnight.

he let you grab him as you both walked towards where yuta was standing by the bleachers. “i’m sorry?” he giggled loud enough only for you to hear. “i thought i’d get a priceless reaction from you.”

you rolled your eyes that it almost hurt doing so. “be glad i have enough patience for you.”

“and i didn’t have enough patience last night!” yuta joined the conversation seeing you and jaehyun before him. “where have you been? you said you were coming to my place yesterda- why is he here?” he looked at him then at you. “with you? again?”

“ever thought that i want to have my own ‘me’ time for once?” you took off your cardigan and placed it on the bleachers. you could feel jaehyun chuckling softly when you made reference to his remark.

and boy was he proud. “you’re emphasising on that quite often nowadays.” he helped you carry your bag as you to settled down.

“that’s because i never realised how true it actually is until i say it out loud, since being in everyone’s eyes does pressure me.” you balled your fists to nudge him lightly on the arm, and for him to dramatically receive the attack did put yuta in an awkward position.

“uh hello? i’m still here!” in front of you and jaehyun, yuta snapped his fingers several times to divert attention. ��what’s going on with you two? how are you both suddenly so close when you’ve just met for the first time two weeks ago?”

jaehyun swifted his head towards you, and the telepathic exchange of words between you and him had yuta clicking his tongue in disbelief. “you were right, he will react.” jaehyun’s voice prolonged while munching on a corn dog.

“told you so.” you flicked your hair and turned to yuta as you continued talking. “bestie, we’ve been seeing each other since then.”

what the hell? the way yuta’s face turn sour at your smile towards jaehyun, he could almost faint right then and there since he swore he saw mr. dimples smile subtly at you too. “and with just that i’ve been replaced-”

“no i would never replace my best friend.” you held his palms hoping he would calm down from his high emotions, but he immediately pulled his hand away from you, much to your dismay. “hey, i’m here to make amends-”

“yeah?” he clicked on a pen and wrote something on a tissue, soon grabbing your bag from the seat and fished out your wallet. “then you’re treating me my meals for a month. i have another order right now.”

now it was your turn whose face became sour. “a month?! i can’t do that- hey!”

yuta tossed your credit card up in the air and upon seeing his eyes darken— though that was all in your head—you gave in and sighed heavily. you stomped your way to the caféteria while yuta comfortably put one leg on the benches with a satisfied grin. “man she’s easy to tease.”

“is that so? then i know now who she gets it from.” jaehyun said through his chews on his food, making yuta’s ears perk up at the response.

the atmosphere lingering between the two of them invited dark clouds. both could sense the change in their moods, and they both weren’t liking it.

yuta spun and played the ball on his hands then forearms, later let out a scoff when jaehyun raised his brows. he didn’t like the vibe jaehyun was giving and so did the latter. “i do it for fun. it’s natural between us.” yuta said.

“hm? she told me she doesn’t like it when you do.” he saw you on your tiptoes as you struggled to tell the order to the person at the high-levelled counter. but another scoff came out from yuta. “you got a proble-?”

“yeah kinda.”

“i don’t think so. i can tell it really bothers you when y/n hangs out with me.” jaehyun sat up straight at yuta’s comment about him.

“i should be. because i’m her best friend and who knows what type of person you are.” he did a few tricks with his legs. “but if you really want to know then your attitude is what i have problems with.”

“i remember telling you it wouldn’t be good for you when accuse me wrongly.”

he let out a monotonous and rather mocking laugh, taking jaehyun aback but he anticipated this kind of response from him. “and what? you’ll go berserk like you did years ago? as a high school freshman? beating the innocent up or whoever comes your way?”

“look i don’t know where the hell that came from but it’s not what you or everyone else thinks.” jaehyun aggressively crumpled the hotdog wrapper in his palms.

“c’mon you don’t have to hold it all in,” yuta set his ball aside and rested his hands on his waist. jaehyun was getting uncomfortable the more he listened to him. “unleash that side-”

jaehyun rolled his tongue, nodding his head to test him. “alright, i guess i don’t have to when i have feelings for y/n. thanks for the advice.”

what the..? yuta stared at him when there wasn’t a change in his expression. jerk- “now you’re talking. you wanna fight? let’s do that-”

“tsk yuta! the bill’s too expensive!” you whined and gently put down the tray.

while yuta clicked his tongue at your sudden entry and with how quickly you came back, for a moment jaehyun wanted to hug you for being his saviour. he was so close to lose his temper towards your best friend. the relief seen in his tensed shoulders, but you interpreted it otherwise. “are you okay?” you asked while you sat down beside him.

he hummed, folding his arms and looking at the distance, clearly avoiding eye contact with yuta. “mhm, i just realised the deadline is coming up in three days.” he excused.

you managed to utter out a giggle as you finally ate, finding out how jaehyun’s ears always turned red when given attention to. “you’re stressed about it?”

“aren’t you?” jaehyun drank the remains of his soda.

“not really since i finished mine. but, if you’re worried about your progress, i can help you.” you swirled the fork in the air like a wand. jaehyun smiled to himself when yuta took his ball to throw a fit.

“i’m not worried about the project. but there’s an annoying bug i’m trying to hit so help me.” jaehyun’s dimples appeared deeply again and as the darkening ombré sunset shoned his side profile, there you witnessed how pure he actually was— and you missed out on yuta’s frown towards jaehyun.

you gulped and almost choked on your own saliva, eyes still locked in jaehyun’s. his hair caught in the wind, making it look fluffy and his entire demeanour softer than you usually see him. you hitched a breath since jaehyun seemed like he had no plans to avert his gaze too. both of you were definely mesmerised and hypnotised, and for jaehyun it was just like that time. he remembered the colour palette of your makeup while you recalled the perfume he wore.

in the recent marathons with him you’ve never been this close, physically speaking. so this close-up really debunked the impression you heard from people, especially from yuta.

however, as you were oblivious with the pressure behind jaehyun’s words and even smiled back at him, yuta flicked your temple. he was indeed a worry wart and sometimes he would like to flick you just this once for being too much of a social butterfly. he knew it was in your nature to be kind and always on the look out for others. he’s fine when you were with anyone except with this guy you befriended. not him.

he dodged your flying limbs in attempts to hit him. “oi, you’re not going to ask how i am? if i’m worried?”

the pain from the flick remained on your temple. “no? you look fine to me-” you stared at your phone. the message reminding you of the singles elite party a month from today at 8pm. “a party?”

“yeah if you attended the previous party you’d know that there’ll be another one after taeyong’s.” yuta took off his shoes in change for his casual.

“hm. i’m don’t feel like going.” you jumped off the bleachers to dust off your pants. “probably gonna be boring.”

“i’m the one who’s holding it this time!” yuta put you under a headlock in his arms. “you’re ditching your best friend?!���

you giggled and ticked his sides and followed it with a playful hug. “just kidding. i heard from momo! i’ll be there.” you brushed your hair up into a messy bun while spotting jaehyun starting to feel out of place. “oh! do you wanna come to the party, jae?”

yuta mentally facepalmed and it was given he didn’t like what you did. but your eyes were quick to see his reaction and you slapped his chest. he glared at you while his hands caressed it. why did you have to invite him? it was the whole purpose why he decided to hold a party; maybe you’d finally appreciate his hardwork, or perhaps, notice him as someone more and as not a best friend who only worries and teases you.

jaehyun nodded in response, no words needed. a smile crept your lips as if you were given chocolates on valentine’s. “cool.” you pulled him on the wrist after hearing the coach calling yuta, followed with a loud whistle. “ah yuta, we‘ll get going! see you.”

“mm yeah..” yuta hummed, seeing you both vanish in the distance. “see you..”

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your sulking self laid sideways by jaehyun’s lap, head rested on a pillow. it’s been too long since yuta avoided you, purposely ditched your hangouts, seenzoned your messages and ignored your calls. as if these weren’t obvious enough for you to know something was up. there definitely was but you couldn’t put a finger to it. so you forced jaehyun to let you stay at his place, being it your apartment was currently invaded by your brother’s friends from abroad.

but honestly it was also because you discovered jaehyun’s unit was blocks away from yours. fate was gladly on your side.

“y/n, you know i can’t work properly when you’re like this.” jaehyun sighed while he adjusted his sitting posture and lifting his laptop.

you slightly and lazily your body turned upright, seeing his dimples beginning to show themselves. “let me be.” you complained.

jaehyun put down his laptop. “i can’t. you’re in my way of cramming hours. plus, how long have you been coming here? it’s getting too frequent..” he paused when your eyes were no longer on him— rather they were on your phone, staring at the last conversation from yuta.

he couldn’t bring himself to say that he was reason why yuta acting the way he was to you. and for all honesty he would keep this matter to himself. “did i do something wrong?” you asked.

“of course not. he’s probably in his emo phase. guys have them a lot more than you think.” jaehyun typed on the keyboard for the remaining parts of the essay. “but he’ll get out of it eventually.”

“fine i’ll trust on that.” you sat up and scooted over to see his progress. you submitted your assignment hours ago. looking at jaehyun, it seemed he was struggling at some parts. were you unconsciously pressuring him? the beads of sweat began to roll down his temples and that made you giggle if it was the case. uh-huh. he was really feeling that way.

he gulped so loudly that it came out as a weird noise. he hoped you didn’t hear that. but the way you pursed your lips to hold the laughter in only had him discontinuing his report. “d-don’t do that.”

“do what?” you snicker.

jaehyun rolled his eyes and poked your forehead. “you’re too distracting.”

oh how the tables have turned. that comment flipped your head upside down, your heart in a frenzy and stomach churning. it wasn’t “so”, but “too”— that only meant he wasn’t concentrating on his work for a while.

even so, you waited for him to finish despite questionable feelings you’ve been feeling. his coffee cup already did seconds and thirds. and suddenly you remembered the happy hour the local café was promoting and there was a few minutes left until it ends for the day. you had to bring him there.

but you decided that because you wanted to be out of that suffocating air jaehyun caused.

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the more you walked faster, the more jaehyun’s wrist reddened and hurt. but he let you be as he liked how you were comfortable with someone like him. your hair flowed with the wind, the remains of your shampoo left a sweet scent. was it lavender? and the wind blew stronger, making the scent clearer to the nose. his heart skipped beats, because it was indeed lavender. he swore in his head. scrap aside the frequent marathons and meet-ups. lavender’s all the more reason why fell for you quickly than ever.

and when the local café closed early for the day, you almost lost sight of the pedestrian signs. jaehyun pulled you in as the light emitted red. though you had your emotions get the best of you, you realised how childish you were for something so minor. you laughed in awkwardness, he did too. “i didn’t want anyone to see this side-”

warmth. that was all you thought of right there. you were in his embrace.

“..of me.” you soon mumbled in his chest, realising later of the action he just did. “jaehyun-”

“it’s okay. i don’t too.” his hand gently caressed the back of your head, treating it with care as if he held a newborn baby. “so can i keep you?”

that warmth became hotter, almost boiling that you weren’t able to breathe properly. “i’m sorry.” he said, that must’ve surprised you.” jaehyun chuckled.

surprised? of course you were. how was it natural for him to do skinship? and that smoothly? you both weren’t at that stage yet, let alone have a relationship with mutual feelings. even yuta couldn’t hug you because of how conscious you felt.

but then again, you looked up. you saw his ears. it was red, the usual reaction whenever you were with him. was it normal though? you were never aware of it up until now.

because it was so clear now.

“i’ll see you tomorrow? i have to help my mom with some things.” you lied as you scratched your neck.

jaehyun nodded and pulled away. “alright, go on ahead.”

you poked his dimples because he has been staring at you like he had questions to ask. “what is it?”

maybe he didn’t notice or maybe he did, but he was leaning closer, his head tilting to the side and eyes staring into your soul. you knew what he was about to do, you feel like letting him do so but at the same time you weren’t sure of your feelings.  

just a little more and you could’ve locked lips but..

your phone vibrated.

in panic you looked at your device and eyes widened that brought jaehyun aback.

“ah yuta!” you brought your phone so close to your face, not believing your best friend’s announcement on social media, in which he then followed up with a text message.

the light in your eyes was something jaehyun liked seeing, but didn’t so as well.

“oh! he said the concept for the elites’ party is live wardrobe. all singles will go through a ballot draw. it’s for the clothes to wear for the night..” you locked your phone. “tsk i wanted to wear my favourite dress.”

“i think you’ll look great in whatever gown is chosen for you.” jaehyun pat your head while you were immersed in your phone. “now go. it’s getting late.”

“i’ll expect the same for you.” you replied.

he laughed and that didn’t want to make you leave just yet. “nah don’t. i’m just ordinary in a suit.”

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funny how he was so damn wrong.

fate let him draw red, and confidently chose a suit once it was his turn to change. it was as if he knew this attire would go well with him. a suede texture with a black outline on its collar accentuated his brushed up light brown hair, while his black under-shirt contrasted with his porcelain skin. gladly it wasn’t halloween, or else you would’ve mistaken him for a vampire.

he had you feeling all sorts of things, and you didn’t know why when you were nothing more than friends.

an hour ago he was in his usual casual wear. now he was surrounded with ladies who already seemed like they were friends with him for decades. you could see jaehyun was uncomfortable but he kept his cool with folded arms as he leaned against a column. the comments from them irritated you, because at one point they were badmouthing him— and the second he showed up they flooded him with compliments of his good looks and how they named him the “model elite”.

you swirled the wine glass in your hand, the other arm hugged your waist. you rolled your eyes at the falseness these people have towards him. “can’t believe it.” your fingers curled as irritation began to cover your sight. “look at them trying to make a move on him. erlgh too close. they weren’t like that before.”

sicheng rolled his tongue, hands in pockets and walked to be in front of you. “really? you weren’t like that before too.” he pointed out.

“i agree. recently you’re stuck like glue whenever you’re with him.” yuta gestured.

“am so not?” you gasped while your eyes trailed to jaehyun, who was still had patience for the ladies surrounding him. “i just like how he’s a good friend.”

“doubt it.” sicheng poked your cheek. “you wouldn’t feel like this when you have feeli-”

not this again. “i’m grabbing a drink.” yuta suddenly cut the conversation.

“get me one too!” the younger one yelled and after he was satisfied with the gesture, he winced as you pinched his sides from the remark he said earlier. “ow! y/n! it’s true though! i know what i’m seeing!”

truthfully, nothing about sicheng’s words or actions bothered you. but if there was anything that did, it was your own heart. as of tonight, you began to question your feelings towards jaehyun. when did it start? how was it possible to like someone so quickly? “i’m telling you i don’t.” your eyes trailed to him, not realising the rush of heat creeping your cheeks.

jaehyun was approached by yuta, who was giving him a glass of beer. the ladies fled after stealing pictures of the guy and he took the drink in his hands. then they headed towards the garden of the mansion. wonder what he’s here for?

“nice party you have here. concept’s cool.” jaehyun started to break the lingering silence because he knew how awkward this was going to be with your best friend.

“yeah, never knew you’d end up in red. it’s y/n’s favourite colour.” yuta’s voice lowered. there was an impact jaehyun could describe but assuming that would be too rude of him.

“really? i didn’t know.” he hummed. aren’t you a little too happy, jaehyun told himself. he shook it off, for he doesn’t expect him and you to go any further than this.

“now you do. so can you back up for a while? take a week off or something from y/n.” yuta raised his brows.

this was the same feeling from before. he knew this feeling because he felt the exact same way. he wanted to be selfish for once. not like he hated yuta, it was just.. he always had to appear whenever he didn’t want him to. then he would mess his mood. he interrupted his joy of admiring you. jaehyun licked his lips to dampen them. “i’m sorry, who are you to tell me what to do?”

yuta grinned and leaned against the column as he mirrored jaehyun. “don’t you get it?” he asked, his tone rising. “i love y/n. you entering the picture just ruins everything.”

my hunch’s correct. he does love y/n. “if you love her you wouldn’t ignore her.”

“it’s because you’re with her! and she does the same to me! it’s like she’s found someone else-”

“you’re being dramatic.” jaehyun pushed himself off the column and turned to him. “y/n’s sad and moping around because you treated her like she’s all alone. you have no idea how much she waited for you to contact her.”

“what do you know, smartass? you’re just another guy trying to fit in when you know you couldn’t. no matter how much you tried, everyone’s afraid of you. and now you’re telling me you have feelings for y/n? please.” his lips jutted with sounds of disbelief while his body posture challenged jaehyun. “y/n’s kind to everyone she meets. it’s who she is. but to think you have hope to be with someone like her? if you ask me, all i see is a greatest mismatch.”

jaehyun usually didn’t give a damn of the comments about him. he couldn’t care less of any of those. in fact he’d hear them through one ear and out they went. but when he said anything, it irked him.

you see, that was the thing— right now, he actually listened.

he turned a blind eye on yuta’s words and let it off for the night. he was given a drink and maybe the alcohol didn’t work its way on him than it did to guy. in the end, yuta was probably spilling tea even if he didn’t intend to.

“what i feel for y/n has nothing to do with you. just like people can’t control the tides,” jaehyun lightly knocked onto yuta’s chest. “i can’t control mine.”

the footsteps echoed in yuta’s ears, he could hear them despite the noisy hall. “rghhh!” he grabbed hold of his glass and threw it towards jaehyun.

sounds of shattering glass met the ground, as well as catching everyone’s attention. then there was silence. jaehyun began to lose his patience as he turned around. his smirk challenged him. ouch. this was the fight yuta was looking for, seeing jaehyun’s heavy breaths only made him stand on his toes.

jaehyun punched him in the jaw though he knew it wasn’t worth his time. but he wanted to give him a taste of stepping beyond boundaries. yuta punched him back too. he made sure the star of the night was the other— shone the brightest and reveal his true nature. he didn’t count the number of hits he received, as long as jaehyun stayed that way.

“i told you it wouldn’t be good if you provoked me!” jaehyun growled. “you’re asking for show? i’ll give you one!”

“huh..” yuta wiped his bleeding lip. “you sure about that, beast?”

jaehyun held himself for the next punch, feeling all of the pairs of eyes on him. yours included. that was what he feared. “aw. what impression does she have on you now?” yuta’s cooing words caused jaehyun’s eyes to soften.

all bleeding and bruised, jaehyun’s injuries have matched with his suit. he clenched his fists as he frustratingly left the hall.

in your peripheral, your eyes trailed his direction and your legs followed him by heart, without realising yuta calling out your name several times. everything went blank, not thinking things straight because while everyone watched, no one understood. you glared at yuta before heading outside, a more disappointed sigh was the only response he got from you.

yuta was then nudged by sicheng. the latter could see the change in his expression. “what did i tell you?”

“you don’t have to tell me.” yuta dusted his pants.

“i’m still gonna.” sicheng rolled his eyes and poked the lad’s temple. “that’s what you call ‘stupidity’. if only you confessed to her before maybe things would be different between you guys.”

“i don’t want things to be different dude.”

“i’m gonna state the obvious, you probably already know this but.. you lost this battle.”

“crap..” yuta’s voice changed from a nervous chuckle to a soft sob. “i liked her first.”

you spotted jaehyun sitting atop a metal barrier just in front of the carpark— head down to mend his injuries and scratches. he sniffed from the cool night breeze before hopping off. “you’ll hurt your feet.” he pointed at the heels you had dangling in your hands.

his gaze softened when you pointed at his face, especially the black eye. “touché.” he chuckled, later feeling your cold hands against his throbbing flesh. “it’s no big deal-”

“i’m sorry about yuta’s behaviour.” you sighed. “don’t let it get into you. he’s an airhead when he’s drunk-”

“you sure? he seemed pretty sober when he said- ah.” he pursed his lips to speak any further. “nevermind.”

now that gotten you curious. “what did he say? spill it!” you whined, causing jaehyun mouth to curve a little in amusement.

jaehyun prolonged the silence and grabbed your shoes, leading you towards his car. once he unlocked it and opened the door, he bursted out in a loud, healthy laugh. “he said he was head over heels for you.”

you pushed him to the driver’s seat and slammed the door, rolling your eyes at the pun. “that was so lame!” you sat on the other side. “but i know that already if you thought i didn’t. i subtly turned him down ages ago. guess he didn’t take the message.”

“clearly.”

as you tended to his wounds, one question still had your curiosity at its peak. jaehyun was quiet through-out, so it was hard to bring the topic up for a while. until your eyes and his met.

“what did you tell him before he threw the glass at you?” you dabbed the cotton onto the beaten area. “it must’ve pissed him.”

he dropped his car keys and let out a nervous hum. “uh..” he didn’t know what else to say. right when he was finally about to tell you, you suddenly giggled.

“unless you told him you like me and that made him angry, but i doubt that happened.” your lips shrank to a circle, cursing at yourself for assuming too much. girl the guts you have was incomparable—

jaehyun’s large hand held yours while you continued to apply medication. the warmth, the heat and the building tension of skinship made you weak. “you’re right.”

your smile and breaths changed in an instant when he fixed himself on the seat. he smirked a little, finding how cute you were. it drove him crazy.

“i like you, for the longest time, since the orientation. i’m so into you that i couldn’t help myself be selfish and have you to myself— i- i don’t know what i’m saying.” he sighed, pushing himself away in embarrassment with arms above his face.

“t-thanks.” you fiddled with your fingers.

“i’m not asking for an answer. i just wanted to let you know.” he said. “gosh this is a bad timing for confession.”

“then is it a bad timing if i said i’m into you too?” you looked away and out in the distance. you could see his reaction on the window’s reflection. he was shocked, but an uncontrollable smile was forcing itself on the surface. it was written in the dimples.

“no,” his husky voice called you to look back. “you’re just about right.”

[treesnutsandleaveswrites]

Left Behind

Pairing: The Bad Batch x Reader (Polyam)

Summary: After staying with Roland Durand, you make up with the team and head out on another mission

Warning: Angst, some fluff, ANGST, injury, Imperial!Crosshair at the end, mentions of shooting and violence, Bad Batch spoilers ig

Word Count: 2445

A/N: I’m kind of on a writing kick rn lol

pt xx, pt xxii

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You woke up to the sun reaching your eye-line. It was an odd thing to wake up to. The sun barely shined into the flat Cid was letting the Batch borrow, and there was barely any sunlight on Kamino to wake you up either. You sat up in the bed and let the silk sheets pool around. If it wasn’t obvious already, you had stayed the night at Roland’s, deeming it a bit late to buy off a speeder and head back to Cid’s. Beeping came from the communicator of your armor, which made your heart skip a beat.

“Ah, kriff…” You muttered before getting up and grabbing it, “Hello?”

“Where are you?” Hunter asked with a hiss in his voice, “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine… I’m still in town.”

He sighed and you could basically hear him pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration, “Just… try to get back before the sun is at its highest point or else Echo is gonna reign hellfire on the city to find you.”

You nodded, “Yeah… got it.”

The communicator went dead as Roland walked in wearing a new set of clothes.

“Good morning, how did you sleep?”

You smiled while still looking at the communicator, tossing it slightly in your hands, “Like a baby…”

He observed your movements and his face fell, “Duty calls?”

You nodded, “I should go.”

“Alright… I’ll have a few of my guards escort you. Get ready, I’ll be waiting downstairs.”

“Okay…” You whispered as he walked out.

*******

You made your way out of the building and found a few guards waiting in a speeder.

“Where’s Roland?”

“Dealing with some business. He said to take you back to Cid’s.” One of them explained which caused you to nod and get into the speeder. It wasn’t long until the speeder pulled up in front of Cid’s parlor, where Hunter was talking with Echo and Wrecker. You hopped out of the speeder and waved them off before they pulled out and turned the corner.

“Ad’ika! There you are!” Wrecker grinned before picking you up into a tight hug.

“Hi, Wreck.” You smiled as he set you down and followed them inside.

Tech was sitting at the bar with Omega, showing her something on his datapad. He glanced up at you, then pulled out his blaster and aimed in your direction. The others had done so and were facing the threshold, which made you turn. Roland was standing there in one of his guard’s uniforms, holding the helmet under his arm.

“I’m not here to take your things again, don’t worry.” He said nonchalantly.

“Why are you here?” Cid wondered, leaning against the bar.

He didn’t bother to answer her as he turned his attention to you, “I had to see you were safe…”

You shook your head, “You shouldn’t be here…” You urged back into the threshold, “Please, go…”

“Lodestar…” He whispered, stopping your motions and holding your hands, “You’re welcome anytime, you know that?”

You nodded, not looking into his eyes, “I know…”

“Be careful.” He whispered, kissing your knuckles and leaving the parlor.

You stood in the threshold for a moment before making your way into the parlor.

“So you’re working for anyone now?” Cid asked maliciously.

“I didn’t do a job for him…”

“Well, then what the hell were you doing?”

“Nothing. If I did a job, I would’ve given the money to you.” You admitted, placing your helmet down.

“What did he want?”

“Nothing, he has no interest in your parlor anymore.” You murmured.

“If I catch you slipping up again, you’re out! I don’t care what these boys say!” Cid stated which caused you to nod. A hand was placed on your shoulder and you turned to see Tech.

“Darling-”

“You’re right…” You said plainly, “You shouldn’t trust me.”

“Lodestar-” Echo started.

“I… should have never left with you.”

“Don’t say that, ad’ika.” Wrecker pleaded.

“Cyare…” Hunter murmured, going up to you, “you’re struggling… with something many people struggle with. We aren’t gonna give up on you just like that…”

“Tech was drunk, and whether he likes it or not… he’s not always right.” Echo insisted.

“For once, I agree with that statement.” Tech remarked.

“Please, don’t go.” Omega whispered, “You’re our family. We need you.”

You looked at her for a moment before nodding. She hugged you tight and you hugged her back gently.

“Okay! Enough with the hugging! It’s hurting my eyes!” Cid groaned, “I guess you can stay in touch with Roland, be a double agent or somethin’.”

You smiled gently, but then Omega spoke up.

“What was with the hand kissing thing?”

“Yeah…” Hunter crossed his arms,”What was that?”

You rolled your eyes, “Nothing happened. I guess… he just has slight feelings?”

“Slight?! When we were held hostage, he couldn’t keep himself away from her!” Omega laughed.

“Omega!” You exclaimed.

“You can stay friends with him… but make sure he isn’t too comfortable.” Echo instructed.

“C’mon… you really think I’d give up the four of you for one of him? It’s gonna take more than sweet talk and a four course meal to get out of your hooks.” You crossed your arms. Wrecker laughed and scooped you into his arms.

“That’s our girl!”

All of you headed towards the Marauder and you looked around in confusion.

“Wrecker, where are you taking me?”

“Ah, we have a mission!”

“Seriously? Huh, I guess your enhancements help you recover from hangovers quicker…”

Wrecker set you down once you were all loaded into the ship.

*******

You were looking over some data on the computer while Omega was working on some wiring on Gonky and Hunter was sitting next to you, flipping his knife around.

“We’re being hailed.” Wrecker called out, “It’s from Rex!”

You all looked at each other before heading into the cockpit. Echo opened the transmission on the projector and you saw Rex in a large cloak.

“Hello, boys. Sorry to get right to it, but I could use your help.”

“What do you need, Captain?” Hunter wondered.

“I’ve received a distress signal from a clone trooper, but I’m a bit tied up at the moment to retrieve him.”

“You want us to recover a reg?”

“He’s an old friend, and he’s in trouble. I need you to get him out.”

“Out of what exactly?”

Beeping went off in the transmission, which caused Rex to get frantic, “Can’t talk right now. Sending you his signal. I’ll be in touch.” Then the transmission ended.

“What was that about?” asked Wrecker.

“The distress signal sent by CC-5576 is originating from Daro: a terrestrial planet in the Outer Rim with no known settlements or installations.

“What’s he doing all the way out there?” You wondered.

“Well, does it matter?” Echo asked.

“We’ve gone on missions before without intel, this is stretching it.”

“Rex wouldn’t ask us for help if it wasn’t urgent.” Echo insisted.

“Echo’s got a point.” Wrecker agreed.

“May I remind you that we are in the middle of a job for Cid. If we deviate, we will not be compensated. No money means no food.”

“Oh yeah, Tech’s got a point.” Wrecker said.

“But Rex’s friend is in trouble, that’s more important than getting paid.” Omega butted in.

“Well, the kids got a point.” Wrecker finalized, which caused you to chuckle.

Hunter hesitated before having a small staredown with Echo. He sighed gently, “Lodestar, what’s your say?”

You sat back, “I am ‘Lodestar the Liberator’… you already know my answer, love.”

Hunter nodded, “Fine. We’ll check things out.”

You all nodded in agreement and prepped for Daro.

*******

Tech landed the ship and you all trailed out, following Tech as he tracked the clone’s signal. You looked around, staying behind the group in case of any surprises.

“The signal is coming from here.” Tech announced, which caused Omega to go ahead and find the beacon connected to a large log.

“Found it!” She handed it to Tech.

“Where’s the reg?” Wrecker looked around. Hunter took off his helmet and looked at the ground. You crouched when you felt some uneven earth.

“Hunter… track marks.” You announced, “Fresh… maybe from last night or early this morning.”

“We’re too late… the reg’s been caught.” Hunter concluded, “He was running, then he got dragged this way.”

You all followed him as he moved further towards the mountain just nearby.

“There’s something here.” Hunter looked up at the mountain.

“You’re right. There’s something jamming my signal.”

“I thought you said there was nothing here!” Wrecker exclaimed.

“That data appears to be inaccurate.” Tech stated.

“Wrecker, you, Omega, and Lodestar head back to the ship.”

“I thought-” Omega started.

“Coming here was up for debate. This is not.” Hunter said sternly before turning to you, “I need you to help fly the ship just in case Wrecker needs to bring in heavy fire.”

You nodded and urged Omega to follow Wreck back to the Marauder. Before you went to join them, you grabbed Hunter’s helmet and bumped it with his gently.

“Be careful…”

He nodded before urging his brothers to the mountain. You watched them for a moment before heading back to the cruiser.

Omega paced in the shuttle while waiting for her brothers to come back. You were adjusting the scope on your helmet while Wrecker sat back in one of the chairs. “Meg… come here.” You called, which caused her to hesitate before she stood in front of you. You let out a small laugh and caressed her cheek, “Y’know who you remind me of?” “Who?” She asked grumpily.

“Me.” You smiled, “I was never allowed to go with the others on the field… they made sure I stayed on the ship.”

“They’ve been on so many missions, how could you stand it?”

“I trusted them and they trusted me… of course, I was worried, but they ended up coming back at the end…”

She groaned, “I’m a part of the team now! I should be a part of the action!”

“Dealing with bugs on Ord Mantell wasn’t action? Or co-piloting a shuttle?”

She sighed, “It was, but I want more!”

You chuckled, “You really are a clone at heart… always ready for the action.” You sighed and cupped her face, “But even clones your age need some preparation and training before going into big battles.”

“The clones who are younger than me look as old as Rex!”

You shook your head, “Patience, ‘Meg… there will be a time when you will lead them… right now, we wait.”

She sighed and nodded, going back to her pacing. You went back to cleaning up your armor as you all waited. Eventually, you were in the main part of the ship tending to D-5.

“Maybe let’s not leave you in the mount next time, D-5.”

“D-d-d-damaged?”

“It’s not bad, buddy. Your balance module is just out of place again, and you bent your antenna.”

You finished fixing him and set him next to Gonky, “Stay there, okay?”

“O-o-okay.”

You shook your head and spoke to yourself, “Why do I expect him to listen?”

You made your way into the cockpit, seeing Wrecker and Omega doing the same thing.

“How can you be so calm?” Omega burst at Wrecker.

“I’m recharging! I’ll be ready to go when they call!”

Suddenly, the comm channel opened, “Wrecker! Omega! Lodestar! Meet us at our location!”

Omega got into the pilot's seat with Wrecker, “We’re on our way!”

You stood behind them, hanging on to the back of the chairs.

“Focus, Omega! Stay steady!” You instructed.

“Got it! We are on approach!”

You headed towards the hatch and opened it, pulling out you blaster and stunning the troopers behind them.

“Meg! Get closer!” You called, hanging onto the threshold. Wrecker came to join you as you helped Tech and the other clone onto the ship. You heard an approaching ship.

“We’ve got incoming, 6 o’clock!” You called to Tech, who took over the ships controls.

“Wrecker, get on the gunner’s mount!” Tech ordered. You nodded to Wrecker as you shot at the incoming troopers. You hopped off the ship to help them fend off the attackers as the ship swooped out to avoid the airfighters.

“I said stay on the ship!” Hunter ordered.

“Well, do you want me to jump off the mountain and fly to them?!”

He shook his head as you helped Echo fight off some troopers.

“We’re coming back around! Be ready!” Tech announced on comms

The ship pulled up and Echo jumped onto the ship as you and Hunter shot at the troopers. You looked back to make sure he got on safe, getting hit in the arm in the process.

“Ah!” You were flung back by the blast, losing your balance.

“Lodestar!”

Tech maneuvered the ship to try and catch you, but to no avail, you were already off the platform. Hunter tried to jump for the edge of the ship to catch you, but he missed and he too fell down the cliff.

“Hunter! Lodestar!” Omega called, but Echo grabbed her and urged her into the ship.

As Hunter fell, he tried to dampen his fall by latching into the mountain with his knife, but it wouldn’t hold. He had landed just before a clearing and looked up to see where you fell.

“Lodestar!” He called, “Lodestar!”

“Multiple system failures, we can't take anymore hits!” Tech said on comms.

“Get the ship out of here! I have to find Lodestar and we’ll get back to you!”

“Negative, the odds of escape are not in your favor!”

“I’m not leaving her behind! Go Tech! That’s an order!”

He looked ahead, seeing a shuttle land multiple troopers approaching.

“No! Turn around!” Omega cried, “Hunter, tell them to come back! Order them to come back!”

“Sorry, kid… I can’t do that…” Hunter sighed before sheathing his dagger and surrendering to the troopers.

*******

Crosshair arrived with his squad and looked to the commanding officer who approached him.

“Commander, the other clones got away but we have their leader.”

“What about the other girl?”

“Troopers reported she fell off the cliff. She’s most likely dead.”

“And if she isn’t? That woman has connections all over the outer rim. Do you want the Pykes or the Hutts to be involved with our affairs?”

“N-no, sir.”

“My squad and I will find her with help from your troopers. Get a shuttle ready.” Crosshair ordered and watched as the commanding officer rushed off.

“Commander, do we really need the girl? Isn’t the leader enough?”

Crosshair sneered at his squad member, “Like I said. She has connections in the outer rim. She’s valuable. We aren’t leaving here without her.”

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[xreaderbooks]

Part of us

 Request: Could I request a Sirius x reader where the reader is maybe a year younger and his or regulus childhood best friend and she gets sorted to gryffindor so she becomes a target for bullies so Sirius and the marauders takes her under their wing....a few years later she gets hurt and Sirius gets super protective and confess his feelings....angst and fluff??

Pair: Sirius Black x reader, Platonic! Marauders x reader, Platonic! Regulus Black x reader

Word count: 4.2k

Warnings: Language

A/N: So this is my first request... I don’t know if I did what you imagined justice but this is what I came up with and I really hope you enjoy. 

Masterlist 

When you were placed into Gryffindor you thought it was a mistake. There was no way with your long line of Slytherin pureblood, that you'd be a Gryffindor. Not that you thought there was anything wrong with that. You never cared to live up to people's expectations or what people thought of you, even though your parents did. And despite your family's attempts at making you see their way, you never could. There was no superior bloodline, you were all equal. But you played your part so you wouldn't hear the lectures or deal with all the drama. You didn't partake in the bullying or the maltreatment of muggle-borns or half-bloods like every other pureblood; you didn't see the need. You kind of just stood by or left whenever your friends would tantalize others.

However, when you got sorted you weren't the silent one while others bullied and tortured others who weren't deemed worthy in the eyes; you were the one getting bullied. The first few years you wanted to fight back but eventually, there were too many for you to handle. So you just dealt with it. At the parties that the pureblood families had thrown-- which your family was invited to-- your parents had advised you to try to blend in and not draw attention to yourself. For the most part, you did.

Regulus, your best friend tried to get you out of your shell. You tried to convince him that it wasn't you but your parents. You would've love to enjoy yourself at the parties, being dressed up and all that. But with your situation, you couldn't afford to make a fool out of yourself, and drinking firewhiskey in different rooms or sneaking off to where your parents couldn't keep an eye on you, wasn't a good idea. When you and Regulus were older your parents had set an arranged marriage between you two. Uniting rich and powerful families and all that. But You and Regulus were just the best of friends, always together. And just like everything else, that had to change. You now had to find ways to see each other in hidden places. Never to be seen together in front of students or staff in case it would get back to your parents. In Hogwarts you ignored each other, magically passing notes to update each other on your well-being. It was tough but you managed. Regulus was your only friend after all.

~~~

It was just another day at Hogwarts, You were avoiding Bellatrix Lestrange. Your main terrorizer. She had a group of Slytherins trailing her. Ever since you got sorted into Gryffindor every pureblood who was in Slytherin, taunted and teased you to no end. They jinxed you and called you weak. Saying things about how you weren't one of them. You knew that much but you didn't need the constant reminder.

Bellatrix and her group were right behind you as you were walking to the Gryffindor common room. You cursed in your mind, they saw you.

"Going somewhere L/N?" You ignored her. "You know it's rude to not answer your superiors."

"I'm not trying to bother anyone Bellatrix." You sighed but kept walking.

"Your presence alone bothers me." She sent a spell your way to catch your attention.

"Are you crazy?" You turned to face her, Your voice raising a bit. An amused smile played on her lips, she tilted her head to the side.

"You have no idea what crazy looks like Y/N/N." She stalked towards you in a predatory way.

"We grew up together Bellatrix," You slowly backed away from her so as to not set her off. "Name-calling and pranks are one thing but curses..."

You didn't know what you did to cause the special attention that others like first years or Muggle-borns got from Bellatrix. Sure you were never that close, you always got along better with Andromeda than Narcissa and the former, but never would you have thought that you'd be on the receiving end of her fury over blood status. This was outrageous you thought to yourself. How could anyone be this upset over what house people are in?

"Don't worry, after a while, they won't hurt." Your blood started to rush through your veins and a shiver ran down your spine. You stopped walking backward when you bumped into something behind you. A pair of arms held you to keep you steady. You turned around expecting another one of Bellatrix's "friends" only to be met with a tall, shaggy-haired boy.

Sirius Black, your best friend's older brother, who just so happened to be in your house. Relief washed over you. You were no longer outnumbered. Sirius and his group of Marauders were there. Surely they wouldn't just walk away from a fellow Gryffindor in trouble. Of course you never really had an affiliation with them besides the same color robes but they were good people, weren't they?

"We heard something about pranks?" James spoke.

Bellatrix scoffed, "This is none of your business Potter."

"Well Bellatrix considering how Y/N is a member of our house, it does make this our business," Remus replied. She cackled, "How fitting the two blood-traitors in one pitiful little group." She signaled the others to follow her and walked away.

"Are you alright?" Sirius asked, not letting go of your shoulders.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"C'mon we were just going back to the common room." He let go of your shoulders but tugged on the sleeve of your robe to follow them.

"What did you do to cause the wrath of crazy over there?" James questioned. He led the way to the common room, you kept your distance not really trusting any of them. Their reputation for being the school's signature pranksters didn't ease your mind as you walked with them. You never held a conversation with any of them before today, maybe a few with Remus but he was the only sane one out of all of them, it made sense that you were wary of their presence. Who knows what they had planned.

"Does anyone have to do anything at all to provoke her?" Sirius snorted, you gave him a questioning look and he just shrugged.

"No, I suppose not."

"Well Y/N I guess you could call yourself lucky your knight in shining armors were there to save the day." James' cocky smile written on his face assuming he was right.

"Although I appreciate the help, I could've handled myself." You stepped into the portrait hole, anxious to get back into your dorm room and take a nap.

"Not against all of them, you know sometimes you need to run in a pack L/N, you could get killed without one."

"You make it sound like we're wolves," you stated, each attempt to get back to your room was failed by every comment James made. What was his point?

"Some of us aren't," Sirius commented. You noticed Remus got tense and slightly shook his head.

"Point is Bellatrix and her groupies aren't going to quit bothering you and we want to help." James offered.

"What's the catch?"

"Why does there have to be catch? We want to be your friends." Sirius answered and plopped down on the chair across from the couch where you were sitting. You gave him a dead look. "Just think about it, hm?"

"Whatever." You got up from your seat and went to your dorm to take your well-needed nap.

Later that night you went down to the common room to read by the fire until you fell asleep. You felt like you'd only closed your eyes for 2 seconds when you were rudely awakened by Sirius.

"What?" You hissed. His mischievous grin made you want to slap him.

"You're coming with me." He took the blanket that you had wrapped around you, off.

"No." You said simply, reaching for the blanket again. Just as your eyes were beginning to close again you heard him say, "Yes."

He lifted you in his arms and you dramatically fell limp. "What the hell." You groaned loudly.

"Shh you're going to people up," You glared at him.

"Maybe they should wake up since I'm being kidnapped!" He rolled his eyes. You jumped from his arms so you could stand on your own.

"Where are we going?" You asked, Slowly recovering from being awoken.

"You'll see." That was all he responded as he continued to guide you out of the portrait hole and through the halls. You were anxious, in all the years of Hogwarts you never went out past curfew so you didn't know the chances of being caught and getting in trouble.

"Sirius, Filch may be out here." You warned.

"We'll be fine Y/N/N just trust me."

"I don't trust you that's my problem." You muttered. He turned around and looked at you. His piercing grey eyes shining in the darkness. He pulled out a long cloak from who knows where and wrapped it around the both of you, causing you to be closer together.

"This will keep us hidden so Filch won't catch us." The weight in your chest lifted and now replaced by butterflies. You inhaled sharply at the close proximity.

"You alright?"

You nodded, which gave him the confirmation he needed to continue, "Let's go."

When you made it to your destination you gasped. The astronomy tower, "Wow" you whispered, shedding yourself from the cloak. The night sky hadn't looked as beautiful as it did at that very moment. You've been here for class but you've never seen the stars so bright, you wondered what special cosmic event it must've been for the night sky to look the way it did.

You whipped around remembering who you were here with, you crossed your arms, "Why did you bring me here?"

"I can't take you sight-seeing now?"

"I had this class yesterday, this is hardly what I'd call sight-seeing." You arched a brow upwards. "Besides we're not exactly friends..." He gasped and feigned hurt by putting a hand over his heart.

"After all we've been through?" You rolled your eyes. He continued, "I was hoping we could change that. The boys and I have noticed you've been struggling socially and don't really play well with others, but I've seen the way you interacted with my brother before Hogwarts and you enjoy the company. I had to wonder why is it that you don't have that many friends?"

"Not that it's any of your business, but since I got sorted into Gryffindor my old "friends" and family haven't been that accepting considering the fact that they're all Slytherins, I mean you should know how it is." You sighed and took a seat resting your back against a wall facing the night sky. "The people I used to get along with, well, their parents don't want them to spend time with me. As for not having friends in our house, nobody has tried to get to know me, they just assume I'm like the other Slytherins even though I was placed here for a reason." You scoffed, people truly were ridiculous. "It sucks cause every side thinks I've chosen to be apart of what they go against when in reality I'm not apart of anything."

He stared at you, you then realized that you went on a full-on rant and nervously looked down, picking at your nails. He'd been silent the entire time listening. It was nice, "You could be apart of us."

You were skeptical, "Sirius this isn't funny." You moved to get up.

"It's not a joke Y/N." He chuckled.

"You're not being very convincing right now."

"Why would I lie to you?"

"We've barely spoken to each other in all these years of Hogwarts, even before Hogwarts!" you threw your hands in the hair. "I went over your house for playdates with Reg and never had one conversation. You and your friends have a reputation for pranks, How do I know this isn't one of them?"

"Because I'm not trying to prank you Y/n, in fact, I'm trying to help you. We all are." He put his hands on your shoulders to get you to look at him. "I know how it feels to be all alone in a world like that. To be in an environment where you feel uncomfortable with those people. Knowing all the wrong things they say and not being able to say anything because they'll disown you."

"The difference between you and me is that you got out." You shoved his hands off your shoulders. "Not all of us have a James."

"Y/n-"

"I'll think about it." With that, you left, not caring if you were to get caught.

If you were being honest the reason why you didn't want to be friends with the marauders was that they had 3 years to be friends with you, you knew Sirius from years prior. Why didn't he come to you sooner? Knowing you had been friends with his little brother. He just sat there and watched while you spent the first 3 and a half years of what should've been the most fun years of your life at Hogwarts, lonely and sad. If his defense was that he could sympathize with your situation and that he wanted to help; why didn't he approach you sooner? Also, you might've been a little bitter about him having a place to go to while you still had to stay with your parents.

~~~

You did think about after that Night with Sirius, you decided you give them a chance. You wouldn't be cornered alone anymore or hopefully cornered at all. You would have a group now. You also thought it was great that you had someone you could relate to in the group and someone that you somewhat knew. You never thought that you'd be actual friends with your childhood crush, even if that was your best friend's older brother and you'd spend more time in his house than your own most days; but here you were.

Being a part of the Marauders was fun, you were practically family now. They let you in on their little secret; with Remus' permission of course. They informed you of his full moon situation. They offered to help you become an animagus, which you denied, you didn't want to deal with all of that. You helped James with Lily, it wasn't easy but it worked somehow. You would help them with their pranks. They pulled pranks on the people who used to bully you all the time which you appreciated greatly. It was nice knowing they had your back and they knew you had theirs.

Nobody messed with you now and you gained a few more friends now. Lily, Alice, Dorcas, and Mary. It was all great. Except for your growing crush on a certain Marauder. With every moment you spent with him your heart swelled, it wasn't a great idea to get involved with him in that way. You were his brothers best friend, he'd seen you grow up, and took you under his wing when you were in need (you always thought even if he truly wanted to be your friend, it was a sort of favor for Regulus since he couldn't be there) there was no way he would be interested in you. But you had always hoped.

You remembered one Christmas that your parents had forced you to go to a party that the Malfoys would throw annually. It was terrible. You didn't have your friends there with you and Regulus couldn't talk to you with his parents watching. The blacks were suspicious of you spending more time with their son, who they disowned and like every other parent at that party, they didn't want Regulus to associate with you. So you were alone again. The only perk of this entire thing was you didn't have to completely show your face since it was a masquerade ball theme.

Evan Rosier came up to you, your eyes narrowed and you tilted your head in question. "Shame you spend your time with those blood traitors Y/N, I would have asked you out."

"I think I lucked out on that one Rosier." You took a sip from your drink shifting your gaze to somewhere else.

"You filthy little-"

"Careful what your next words are, my friend, I don't think Mummy and Daddy would appreciate it much." A voice that came from behind you said.

"You are not even supposed to be here, Black."

"Sirius!" You threw your arms around his neck, he wrapped his around your waist. You heard Evan scoff and leave.

"Y/N darling, have I told you that you attract way too much trouble."

"No, but I'm starting to think you're right." You pulled away from him, realizing that you were in the eyesight of your parents. "What are you doing here? Your parents will kill you if they see you here."

"I couldn't let you come here alone, with all these people." He looked around with distaste.

"Alright well, we have to find a more private place so you won't get caught." You grabbed his hand in yours and led the way to the maze garden.

"Y/N if you wanted to get into my pants, all you had to do was ask." He wiggled his eyebrows, You shoved him away. "Gross."

"Okay so I didn't tell you this but James and I are breaking you out of here."

"How the hell are you planning on doing that?"

"Easy, a distraction." You were about to ask what the distraction was when you saw a stag through the windows. Screams of the people were coming from the inside. You put a hand over your mouth to cover your smile. You did not expect that at all. Sirius retook your hand and pulled you deeper into the maze when the guests were filing out.

You stopped when you were finally in the middle, there was an enchanted fountain spewing water. you had a rush of energy and laughed. Sirius was looking down at you.

"Where'd James go?"

"He should be coming soon." He replied. It was quiet for a while before Sirius scooped up water from the fountain and threw it at you. You gasped, "You asshole!"

You dipped your hand in the water and flicked it at him. This started a war between the two of you. You ducked behind the fountain and threw water at him whenever you got the chance and he did the same. It wasn't until you heard footsteps coming that you stopped.

"Y/N?" You remembered that voice, you whipped around quickly and almost fell into the water if it wasn't for Sirius who had put a hand on your back to catch you.

"Reg?" He ran to you and wrapped his arms around you, picking you up and twirling you around. Once he put you down he pulled you away at arm's length to observe you.

"You're wet." He stated, confused.

"Water fight." you smile into the response. He laughed and threw his head back.

"Only you." Sirius coughed, you almost forgot he was there.

"Hello, brother." Regulus nodded to him. "It's been a while, I've missed you."

"Have you?" You gave Sirius a look, now was not the time. This was the first time you've seen Regulus in months, years even. You didn't need them to argue.

"We should talk." He suggested, You agreed and strolled along the maze with Regulus, noticing that the guests have all returned inside.  

"So you escaped your parents." You started talking.

"So I did." he glanced at you. "But only for a bit, they'll start to wonder where I've gone. I just needed to see you."

"Yeah me too."

"I just wanted to let you know that I can't write to you anymore." Your brows furrowed in confusion. "Why not?"

"It's not safe."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Just know things are about to get serious and dangerous and I have to do things that I know you won't agree with to keep you safe."

"Reg, I-I don't know what you're saying."

"Soon enough you will." He stopped walking. "I needed you to know before I cut ties with you, that I love you. You're my best friend and I never want you to get hurt." You felt the tears forming.

"I love you too." He caresses your cheek and kisses them both before saying his final Goodbye. You were left standing there trying to decipher his words.

Eventually, you found yourself back where you and Sirius were playing with water. He was sitting on the edge of the fountain. He stood up when he saw you and your tearstained cheeks. He wrapped you in a hug.

"I'm glad you came." You whispered, hugging him back. He kissed the top of your head and told you that it was time to go. You went to James' house, you spent Christmas and summers there from then on. You never returned home. You slept in the guest bedroom and Sirius stayed with James in his room. Your parents sent you a letter telling you that you were no longer welcome at their house since you chose to associate yourself with bad company that was ruining their reputation. You didn't care much about it, knowing you had a better family now.

It wasn't until you graduated from Hogwarts that you figured out what Regulus was talking about. The war was getting more serious, Lily and James had to go into hiding, you and Sirius had joined the order, you became partners on missions, your bond growing more and more every day.

~~~

"There's too many of them Y/N we need to go back to headquarters!" Sirius yelled over the sounds of fighting. This was supposed to be a quick mission to find out where Voldemort was going to attack next. Hopefully saving a family and your best friends. But as always nothing went according to plan, you didn't drink enough poly juice potion that let you take the face of a death eater that you and Sirius had captured. You didn't bring the flask with you so in the middle of asking questions you transformed back into your true form, which then brought on the fighting.

"No! You go and get the others," A curse was sent your way, you blocked it. "I can fight them off in the meantime!"

"There's no way I'm leaving you with all of these death eaters!"

"Well I'm not going, we just need to catch one and get the information we need!" You continued to duel with Evan Rosier who was easily blocking all of your offensive spells. 'Shit' was all you thought. Six against two were not great odds and you were getting tired. Sirius made a point of retreating. If you were to leave now, you lost the element of surprise and they would be expecting you next time. That or they would retaliate. Great just great, all because you forgot to bring extra poly juice potion.

"Now is not the time to play hero, we can try another day." He took your hand and apparated you to a random alley in another part of London, but not before you were struck with a stinging spell.

"Fuck-" Tears stung in your eyes, Sirius was rushing towards you screaming your name.

The next thing you know you were waking up in a bright room. You assumed you were at St. Mungos. Memories of the moments before you were brought her played in your head. You slowly opened your eyes you turned your head to the sound of snoring. Sirius was sitting in a chair beside your bed. Despite feeling like shit you decided to throw a pillow at his head to wake him up. He sat up quickly, eyes wide staring at you.

"What the fuck?"

"Even when you're asleep you are annoying."

"I'm sorry I was up all night taking care of your dumb-ass."

"Apology accepted." You broke into a smile when you saw his face. He was so...serious. You could never let go of that joke.

"I'm not joking around, you were bad like so bad I thought I lost you."

"Siri-" You sat up in your bed.

"No Y/N I don't think you understand how serious this situation was. You had seizures and might've slipped into a coma. You've been in and out for days now." Your smile faded. "I-I thought I was going to lose you and I can't, not you." He shook his head, running a hand through his hair.

"Sirius, we all get injured, it happens. It's apart of the job."

"Yes but you're different."

"How? How is it any different than if this were to happen to Remus or James or any of the others?"

"Because I love you!" You tried to process his words. He searched your eyes for any response but you were in shock. He spoke softly, "It's different from the others because I am in love with you. I have been for a while.

"You don't have to say it back, you probably don't-" You grabbed him by the collar of his leather jacket and kissed him.

"You're an idiot." You kiss him once more and looked him in the eyes and said "I'm in love with you too."

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Hi, I'm back with another ask (if you're still taking them)! Can I request the demon brothers reacting to an MC who usually shies away from touch, but absolutely melts under headpats? Thank you, I love your works, and I hope you aren't overworking yourself!! 💙

I live for the fluff, and I hope this warms your heart reading as much as I did while writing it! Thank you for your request, stay safe and take care of yourself! 💜

Lucifer

He’s not super touchy himself, so any form of physical affection he shows MC is minimal. A hand on their shoulder, an escorting arm, just simple gentlemanly gestures. When he saw that MC wasn’t quite comfortable with these, going so far as to sometimes move away from his body, he stopped even doing those out of respect for their space. He understood more than most that some people didn’t like being touched.

He wasn’t paying attention when he had first done it, giving MC a pat on the head. He was exhausted, having spent all day in meetings, doing paperwork, and cleaning up the messes of his brothers. He was running low on sleep, patience, and logic. His only main focus was work. MC had offered a helping hand, and he didn’t refuse, in fact he was secretly thankful for assistance. Normally, his pride would force him to carry his own work and burdens on his shoulders, but tonight he would let it slide. They handed him some of his work back, all thoroughly checked and edited by their hands. He took the stack without even looking at them, deeply concentrated in another project.

“Thank you,” he muttered, and raised his free hand to touch the top of their head, tapping them with the softest brush of his fingers. It took a moment for his action to register, and he quickly looked up from his work, opening his mouth to apologize for his folly. Then he saw the expression on their face. For once they weren’t moving away from his hands, but instead even shifting their posture so his fingers were now entangled in their hair. Their cheeks were tinted pink as they blushed, and Lucifer tried to ignore the strange flutter in his chest. He smiled tauntingly, but in a sweet way, happy to see that he had now discovered a way to give them praise. His eyes narrowed in on their complexion as it grew redder the more he moved his hand over their head.

He made a note of this interaction for the future. The next time they were alone and he thanked them, he raised his hand, looking MC with a teasing expression. He watched patiently as they squirmed in place before coming over to him. He made sure they incited the action on their own, placing their head under his touch before he patted their head.

He savors moments like these in private, this interaction a secret and intimate display for just him alone. He adores headpats where he can weave his fingers through their hair, taunting them with merely his fingertips. If he’s feeling extra special, he’ll take his gloves off for it. He’d become secretly addicted to this for sure.

He’ll use this method to reward MC whenever they do something that pleases him. It pays off in dividends. He’ll probably tease them for it later when he discovers they’ve been studying harder and been doing chores without him asking for it.

It fills him with enormous pride that they’ll come to him for this. “Hm, what is it you want? Did you want my touch and praise so badly?”

Mammon

Typically anyone who takes the time out of their day to attempt to touch Mammon is when they’re wanting to beat the Grimm out of him for something he’s done. So, because of this, he’s not super touchy either. It’s not that he doesn’t like touch, he’s just not had too many great experiences. So he can relate to how MC feels.

Surprisingly, it was MC who gave him the headpat first. He’d failed a test, already been through an intense lecture by Lucifer, and now his precious Goldie had been taken away yet again, threatened to be put through a shredder. To cheer himself up, he went to MC’s room. When they let him vent, he couldn’t stop telling them how much of an angel they were. He’d been sitting on MC’s floor, his back leaning against their bed while MC sat on top of their mattress. He was getting real deep with his feelings, saying things MC had never heard him be comfortable enough to talk about.

They wanted to comfort him and to reward him at the same time. Not knowing what to do, MC leaned forward and nervously rubbed the top of his head. “There there.”

At first, all the hair on the back of his neck stood on end, warning signals running through his mind as his nerves went on high alert. But then the soothing circles over his head put him more at ease, MC’s comforting voice lulling his fears away. MC was...was...giving him a...a...He almost found himself slipping to the floor, but then he snapped out of it.

“Oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, what’re you doing?” He tore free from them, getting to his feet as he stared down at them. His glasses were slightly crooked and hanging near the end of his nose in his flustered state. “I’m supposed to be the bigger man here, the one supporting you! So…” With a finger, he pushed his glasses up near his face before he hovered a hand above their hair. He took a deep breath, and then gave them a headpat in return, watching their expression and body language go through the same temporary panic as he did.

But then they practically melted in his hands, their eyes shiny with un-spilt tears as their touch starved body received some physical attention. Mammon did his best to prevent his face from getting even hotter than it already was. Who knew he’d love giving them headpats even more than getting one himself?

He’ll dole out headpats to MC left and right now, doesn’t matter when, where, or why, he’s greedy so when he wants to do it there’s no stopping him, but on this particular matter MC doesn’t bother stopping him anyway. He doesn’t ask for something in return for this gesture, for once, but occasionally MC gives him a pat on the head in exchange, watching him stutter as he turns a deep pink.

He loves giving MC headpats where he messes up their hair, ruffling it up and making it wild-looking just so he can do it all over again when they try to fix it.

Levi

You think his brothers are touch starved? He’s probably not had physical contact for decades, but part of that is his fault. He’s always yelling not to be touched, exclaiming loud enough that people in the Celestial Realm could hear, that he needs his personal space. He freaks out if MC accidentally even bumps shoulders with him.

He notices how MC reacts whenever he accidentally touches them, and he takes it very personally. Self doubt and anxiousness take over his mind as he secludes himself in the safe space of his bedroom. With the assistance of the brothers, MC managed to enter his comfort zone, stepping into his room. They started explaining how they were sorry that they were responsible for how he was feeling. They had to bluntly tell him that they don’t like being touched really by anyone, not just him, most things just make them uncomfortable. If there was anyone who knew about it, it was him. They sat down by him, but not too closely, and asked if watching anime with him would make him feel better.

As they’re both watching one of his favorite shows, Levi notices the expression on MC’s face whenever the main protagonist gives one of the love-interests a pat on the head. He’s the demon of envy, he knows longing when he sees it. MC’s eyes were glinting towards the screen. He had to cover part of his face with his arm just simply thinking about doing something like that with MC. It was no surprise that he wanted something like that too. 

“U-um, MC?” Levi’s brain was short-circuiting, and nothing was even happening yet. MC looked at him, their head slightly tilted to the side in curiosity. His heart was already beating out of his chest, they were cute, too cute. “Can I just...try one thing? And! And then if you hate it you can feel free to never talk to me again!” He just needed to know, the temptation of envy at watching a cartoon complete a gesture that he too wanted to make was too great to bear.

“O-okay.”

It took him a full two minutes of squirming in place and blushing to even build up the courage to put his hand in the air. Once he did, he closed his eyes and turned his head away from MC as he placed his palm over their hair. His hand stayed stagnant for a while, just resting atop their head, but then he started moving it, stroking their hair in the same fashion as he’s seen in so many of his shows. Only, he was near tears. Somehow the real thing was so much better.

Once he had finally had enough--he had wanted to keep going but he was worried his poor heart was about to give out--he apologized to MC again for touching them. MC looked down, their face almost just as red as his. When they told him that they didn’t mind and actually-maybe-kinda liked it, his eyes almost sparkled.

He doesn’t do it as often as he’d like, he’s still much too shy and anxious for that. He will manage to do it every so often, waiting until he’s had plenty of time for mental preparation. He waits to strike whenever MC is sad so he can swoop in and be their hero.

He likes the slow simple headpats, moving his hand left and right, feeling the heat inside his chest grow as MC sways their head with his movements.

Satan

Of course he doesn’t prefer being touched, why would he? He gets angry if someone even bothers him when they happen to be in the same room. He needs his space, he needs people to stay away from him, and if he does so happen to want to be touched, he needs it on his own terms. So he actually enjoyed hanging out with MC, because with them feeling the same way as he did, he didn’t have to worry they’d do something reckless like...hugging him or some awful thing.

They were reading together, his favorite activity. There was nothing better than him and his company doing their own thing within a decent distance, and all while being quiet about it. And because MC was being so well-behaved, he permitted them to sit on the same couch as him should they want it. He almost lost his place on the page as he felt their body heat wave off of them as they sat next to him.

However, MC kept moving, shifting to change position every few moments, trying to get into a comfortable reading position, but not finding one. It was driving him a bit crazy, but he understood their struggle. He weighed the pros and cons of what he was about to suggest in his head. He decided that it would mostly be in his favor. 

“Why don’t you lie down and I read to you?” He asked them, placing a bookmark in between the crevice of his book before placing it aside. They blinked at him, embarrassed that they had bothered him so badly. They got up off the couch, ready to lay on the floor. He gingerly grabbed the fabric of their sleeve. “I’m not asking you to get on the floor, I’m not that rude. To my brothers maybe, but not you.” He took the book that they had been reading and brought it to his face, already feeling some involuntary feelings rise to his cheeks. He patted his legs, hoping they would understand his gesture without him having to go through the pain of saying it.

They understood well enough, getting back on the couch and slowly, slowly, settled down with their head in his lap, their face turned away from him. MC was a bit rigid at first, but slowly relaxed as Satan started reading their story from the point they had left off at. He eventually got so enveloped in the words, he had no idea what he had been automatically doing. It took him about a chapter or two before his actions hit him randomly, his mind going blank, leaving himself tongue tied.

He’d been petting MC’s head for a while now, almost completely unaware. He assumed the feeling in his lap reminded him of a cat curled up over his legs, and he just instinctively had been stroking their head. He’d caught himself in the middle of running his fingers all the way from the top of their head, down to the nape of their neck, almost even scratching behind their ears.

“Is...is something wrong? Why...did you stop?” MC wondered, their voice gentle. He cleared his throat, deducing that their tone meant they found nothing wrong with what he had been doing. He resumed his actions, and felt MC happily shudder in his lap.

Later that night, when he was done reading, he found that he had made MC a little too comfortable, and now they were asleep on him. He didn’t dare move and actually ended up staying there all night.

He’ll only give MC headpats in this exact way, with their head over his thighs, stroking their hair like they were a cuddly pet. He’s melting almost as much as they are. To his enjoyment, MC will ask him if they can read with him much more frequently.

Asmo

He love love loves touch! So seeing MC squirm away from all his forms of affection makes him equal parts gloomy and determined. He’s never had anyone shy away from him like that, even his charm ends up rubbing off on his brothers, and they let him give them physical affection every once and awhile. He knows there has to be some form of touch MC can stand, and he’s ready to find it.

He tries hugs, hand-holding, massages, tickling, cuddling, anything he can think of in hopes MC will react positively. Touch his strongest love-language after all, so he’ll be forever downhearted if MC is never comfortable with it. Never comfortable with him...

He was close to figuring it out though, he knew it. His last massaging experiment had his hands around their head and neck, and he felt the muscles in their body unwind just the slightest bit. So, today he had them in his room, sitting on the chair in front of his mirror as he brushed their hair. Like before, they weren’t as tense, and were surprisingly complacent as he dragged his brush through their smooth strands. He was so jovial over this, he was almost humming to himself.

“MC, your hair is almost just as pretty as mine!” He put the brush down for just a second to run his fingers through their locks. MC’s body shuddered, their eyelids fluttering. The heart in his chest pounded in excitement when MC leaned their head towards his hand. He was almost as happy as the time Lucifer let Asmo give him a shoulder massage. “Hmm, what’s this?” He grinned and played with their hair some more, using his hands to pat down and fix any stray strands. MC refused to look at his gaze in the reflection of their mirror, their face adorably red. He just wanted to squeeze them! Asmo pressed his cheek to their head as he continued to pet and comb his fingers throughout MC’s hair.

He pets their head now as frequently as MC will allow. He especially prefers to do it when he notices they’re tense or stressed. Just a few minutes of his magical hands running over their head and all the tension in MC’s body practically melts away.

His special version of headpats come with special scritches. He’ll let his long nails gently scratch at their scalp, causing shudders to run through MC’s spine. Once, MC even moaned softly in comfort as he did this, causing him to almost collapse. Who knew something so chaste and simple could get him so pleased?

Beel

He’s a big lovable teddy bear, and so he loves to give hugs. It’s third on the list of things he loves, family, food (not always in that order), and comforting embraces following right after. The first time he gave MC a hug, they felt frozen, unable to hug him back. They only began to breathe again after he let them go. He respects the fact that they don’t like touch, but it will make him a bit melancholy for a while.

He only figured out MC adored headpats because they practically told him, he ended up being the only one they felt comfortable enough opening up to. Maybe it was because he couldn’t help but sulk for a few days after MC asked not to be touched. They felt a bit guilty for him, after all, he was only trying to show MC wholesome affection.

He had been in the kitchen, getting a large selection of goodies for his midnight snack when the door opened. He almost jumped when MC came into the room, as he went about clutching the food to his chest. He looked over MC before saying anything, their eyes and face a bit puffy from crying. They looked deeply upset.

Beel got so rattled from their expression, he almost dropped his precious food. He hurriedly put it all on a kitchen counter before talking to them. “MC, it’s so late, what’s wrong?” His natural instinct was to hold his arms out, ready to give them a tight embrace, but he bit his lip as he kept his arms lowered. Not knowing how best to comfort them was killing him, leaving the already gaping hole in his stomach feeling even emptier.

“I...I don’t know...I just…” MC placed their hands over their face as they began to cry some more. Beel got closer to them, every inch in his body twitching as all he wanted was to scoop them up.

“Well...what...what can I do to make you feel better? I’ll do anything!”

As they were sniffling, they outstretched one of their arms, waiting for his hand. He let them take it, taking notice of the vast difference between sizes. They felt so small next to him. MC grasped his hand with their own, doing their best to keep from shaking. Beel hadn’t quite been ready for MC to place his hand over their head, holding onto his wrist. He hesitated for a second, starting off very slow. The more he pet them, the more they started to calm down.

This made his heart swell immensely. He was so overjoyed that he was making MC happy, that he got to touch them, that he got a bit carried away as his built up emotions flowed straight to his hands. He moved his hand back and forth a bit aggressively, all purely by accident. He’d had his eyes closed as he couldn’t contain himself, his heart feeling like bursting. He was shaking MC back and forth so violently, they had to grasp onto his clothes from falling over. He quickly stopped, apologizing profusely while MC held tightly onto him as they waited for the room to stop spinning.

He will want to do this all the time, it satiates some sort of hunger in his stomach when he does, and MC doesn’t complain. Just as long as he does it gently. He’ll pet them like a fragile creature, as he closes his eyes and almost glows in happiness when he does. The gesture reminds him a lot of comforting Belphie.

Belphie

Like Satan, Belphie is only somewhat okay with touch if it’s on his terms. He almost always needs to initiate it, or ask for it at the very least. The only exception to the rule is his twin Beel. His brother is always picking him up, hugging him, or letting Belphie sleep on him.

When MC explained that they didn’t like touch, he was okay with it. What, did they think he cared? It’s no big deal, whatever, he’s too tired to worry about it. It does affect him, but he’s not even sure why. Is it because they look so soft to him that he wants to cuddle them like a pillow? Is it because he just wants to feel their sweet warmth? Is it because he wants to spite his brothers by being the only one able to touch them? He’s unsure. The only thing he is sure of is it’s making him a bit restless.

So, to deal with this, he did what came most naturally to him. That being coming into MC’s room unannounced in the dead of night. He’s still not used to normal human manners or behavior, or he doesn’t really care. Possibly both.

He watched MC sleep peacefully in bed, the silver rays of moonlight seeping through their window and landing on their head, reflecting off the color of their hair. He knelt close to the bed, tucking his pillow close to his chest as he watched them sleep for a bit. Then he lazily raised his hand, plopping it over their head. Their body jolted a bit as their eyelids opened.

“B-Belphie?” MC moved a bit, coming out of their tired haze.

“Shh, this is just a dream,” he told them, abusing his powers a bit as he influenced their exhaustion. A sleepy gaze coated their eyes. They ceased moving, nuzzling their head against the pillow as they no longer went to question why he was in their room.

He ran his hand gently over their head, watching color flush their cheeks as they stared at him in their dreamy state. Their lips almost curled into a smile, and Belphie pulled his cow-printed pillow closer to his chest, hoping to muffle the rapid beating of his heart. He pet MC’s head until they fell fast asleep again.

In the morning, MC looks at him in a weird way, more flustered than usual. He’ll tease them about it a bit, questioning their actions and feeling twisted satisfaction when they explained that they simply had experienced a strange dream last night.

He might continue to do this, giving them affection before bed and persuading them it was nothing more than a dream, but eventually he’ll want them to know it was real. He’ll just enjoy this secret interaction a little more before he does tell them, though.

He likes to pet their head in a way that lets their hair look like sleepy bed-hair, he finds it unbelievably adorable. He’ll start from the top of their head and work down towards their cheek, letting MC nuzzle against his palm before they sleep.

[theyreonlynoodlesmike]

I have a request if that’s cool (Mobile says you’re open) how would the boys (individual) react to a very casually sweet s/o? Like they pass by on the way to the kitchen and give a peck on the lips and a “hey babe” or just habitually places their hand on the boys’ waists like it doesn’t even cross their mind. Snuggling in bed, getting a few of their fave sodas or snack “just ‘cause”, buys them gifts for no good reason and is just generally loving and sweet. Male s/o if that’s ok with you! -Salem

Okay, it's time *cracks knuckles* for some fluff. All of the lost boys are bi/pan you can't change my mind. Hope you enjoy!!

The Lost Boys x Sweet Boyfriend!S/O

David

We can already guess that this man has daddy issues so hes- he really doesn't know how to take it at first. David's toxic ass was attracted to Michael the second he punched him in the face, and David doesn't really know how to compute genuine kindness at first. David is used to being rejected, and, more so, he likes the chase. So, when you, his newest love interest, receive him with open arms he's a little like, "wait, what?"

Definitely assumes that you're doing it with an ulterior motive at first. That you're gonna turn around and have a sarcastic remark and reveal that you don't really like him. But when you simply just give his shoulder a squeeze as you pass and say a chipper "hey, david" (no sarcasm, no teasing) with a big grin on your face, almost as if you're happy to see him, he just kind of stares after you for a moment. It takes him less than a week to develop a crush on you and he's asking you out even sooner. Though, he's still questioning your motives when you readily accept. (Dude literally thinks you're a hunter for like a solid two weeks)

When he realizes that you're just like that and that you just like him, he becomes extremely possessive. Sorry, you liked him so he's your problem now. He's a little confused why someone so nice likes him, but he's sunk his claws into you and he's not planning on letting go.

He relishes all the gifts you give him, as you quickly learned that gifts were his love language. You give him some more bracelets to match his silver one and he just gave you a small smile as a thanks. He thinks it's really cute whenever you give him stuff, and he treasures all of them. Even if you're just bought him a pack of cigarettes, he seems to smile a little bit around each one. You're definitely ruining his tough guy persona when you two are at the boardwalk together, especially when you reach out to give him little touches. You put your arm around his waist once and, while he gave you a small glare, you swore you could see a blush poking above the hand holding the cigarette to his lips.

David will probably send you on food runs just as much as he sends Marko on them, to the point where you just start bringing his favorite snacks to the cave. When you started doing that, David didn't really know what to say. He just patted his lap and seemed a little bit more cuddlier than usual, but he was (not so) secretly happy that you were thinking of him.

David loves to say your name, and he loves the way you look at him each time. It's usually after that look that he leans in to give you a quick peck. He can't help himself, especially because dating someone so sweet has made him fall hard

Paul

The second you gave affection to Paul? Oh, he immediately mentally called dibs and had asked you out by the end of the night. He quickly caught on that you were sweet, and he was commenting on it with a corny line like, "You're gonna give me a tooth ache, sugar." But that does not mean he wants you to stop. The boy loves attention and anyone who's willing to give it to him was a-okay in his book. And, plus, it gives him plenty of material to work on you. He even dubs you a "fine piece of arm candy" and he laughs even if you roll your eyes. He flirts with you the whole night, even after you've agreed to go out with him, and the boys have to yank him away so the four of them go get something to eat

Just know that Paul is definitely the type of dude that doesn't do moderation. You try to give him a peck as you pass him? He's grabbing your hand and pulling you back for more until you're left breathless. You put an arm around his waist? He's putting his arm around yours and tugging you closer. Hell, might even lean in for a kiss if you're willing to give him one. You wanna snuggle in bed? Alright, well, you two are already in bed so- Basically, he loves the affection and he's willing to give you even more

If you surprise him with gifts? Expect a flurry of kisses. Physical touch is his (tied with words of affirmation) love language, and it's also how he shows his thanks. If you get him a cassette, he'll make sure to play it while the two of you spend some time hanging making out on the couch. You give him a new ring? Well, after he's done gushing about it and making marriage proposal jokes, he's practically sitting on top of you the entire night as he blabs about what hand/ring he should wear it and how he's gonna arrange his jewelry with the new addition. Your input is definitely considered, even if he is talking a mile a minute.

Paul always has the munchies, and not always for his vampiric craving, so he's definitely down to receive any snacks you give him. After awhile, he's just lumping his purchases in with yours and holding you from behind while you pay (think that one scene in superbad). But don't worry, he promises that he'll make it up later. Okay, he might to take slight advantage of how willing you are to pay for things, but he really does make it back. He makes you mixtapes, pays for all the rides/games you play on the boardwalk, and will give you free rides on the back of his bike. As long as you need them at night.

Overall, he thinks the two of you make quite a pair, especially to match his happy-goofy attitude

Marko

Marko is the Angriest™ of the boys, and he's not used to physical touch that isn't rough-housing. But that doesn't mean that he's not down for it.

When he first met you, he was quiet and stood back so he could check you out/see how you interacted with the others. Marko saw how you got on with his friends, and that's when he decided to joke with you and talk to you more. It was just teasing at first, but Marko quickly noticed how sweet and casually affectionate you were. He didn't have a crush on you until a few weeks after you met, when he'd won a particularly large prize from one of the booths. Marko passed the prize to you, and you, not giving it a second thought, pressed a kiss to his cheek. For a solid second, Marko was surprised. His eyes widened and he watched as you went to head towards the rides with Paul. While, yeah, he knew you were affectionate, that little peck had made him chew his thumb for the rest of the night. He ended up asking you out a couple weeks later, just because he wanted to be sure that you would accept and that he wasn't just looking into things. When you accepted, he was over the moon, but he hid his smile with his usual thumb chewing.

Marko is a big act of service kind of guy, but he loves when you get him gifts. You keep surprising him with patches, trinkets, and little pieces of jewelry that he's practically at your beck and call. He feels that it's necessary that he pays the affection back, and he's on the verge of cleaning your car or something the next time you come back to the cave with something for him

He's one of the most affectionate of the boys, albeit used to a rougher show of affection. He'll give you a little nudge, bump of his hip, or even wrap an arm around your shoulder with perhaps just a little bit of his vampiric strength added (even if you're taller than him). Though, he saves his softer touches for you. He likes to cup your face, kiss your cheek, and hold one of your hands between both of his. Hell, the boy once let you be big spoon, and you had to try not to tease him with how quickly he fell asleep

However, the boys have totally called him out for giving you heart eyes every time you walk by and kiss his cheek, hold his hand, or even talk while standing next to him. He just can't help it- He feels like you're the first person to ever love him this much, this way, and he can't help but get a little softer around the edges when you're around

Dwayne

Dwayne is a little touch starved, he'll admit. David isn't necessarily a hugger, Paul is a little too much of a hugger, and Marko will think any instigation of physical contact means that he wants to wrestle. So, when the boys meet you, and you're just- sweet? So casually? It doesn't take him long to develope a crush.

He does his best to hide it, and the boys swear that you're gonna end up finding out about the fact that they're vampires before you find out about Dwayne's crush on you. However, the brunette is immensely surprised when you're the one who asks him out. You thought you were sending him all sorts of signals, but you finally decided just to be forward with him. When he gave you a small nod and then said, "Sure" you were relieved. Dwayne was internally screaming.

Dwayne loves all of your little touches, even though he'll never tell you so. He lets you absently play with his hands, hair, and sometimes even his bracelets. Though, he had broken out into the biggest smile you'd ever seen on his face when he noticed that you were tying a new one onto his wrist. He just called you "cute" before leaning in to press a kiss to your lips. What can we say, Dwayne is more of an action kind of guy

Whenever you buy food for Dwayne, he gives you a small glare. He really doesn't need to eat, even though he appreciates the gesture. He says that he "doesn't want you wasting your money on him", even if you assure him that it's not a waste. Always makes sure to offer you some, and always buys something for you later that night.

Dwayne is a quality time type of guy, and he just loves to sit on the couch or lay on the bed with you and listen to you talk about your day or watch a movie/read. He'll watch as you intertwine your fingers, and give your hand a squeeze. You always catch him trying to hide his smiles with his hair or by turning his face away, but he just can't help it. He thinks that you're adorable, and he would gladly deck anyone for you (even if he's not that much of a fighter)

Lots of long stares. He just likes to watch you do your thing, and he also likes that he barely needs to call for your attention. You always have an arm around his waist or a hand in his, so he feels like you're never too far away. He feels super comfortable with you, knowing that he doesn't have to push himself to be social to get attention from you

Again, you're kind of ruining his reputation for being one of the most intimidating guys on the boardwalk, 'cause he always finds himself smiling whenever you're around. Still manages to have one of the wickedest death glares though

[blissfulsun]

based on this lovely request

word count: 1,462

Wish you were mine // Jeff Wittek

You meet the friend group by chance, only showing up to pick up Taylor and head off for dinner and a catch up when you’re somehow pulled into the madhouse, David not taking your protests for an answer, a man on a mission with a camera in hand, you can’t say no. 

She’s mentioned them all in conversation before, names passing your mind in a blur as they become familiar over time, your hangouts becoming more frequent, numbers swapped, stories and memories shared with an endless supply of laughter. 

One particular name never seems to leave your mind, handsome face finding home in your thoughts and heart within a few short months. 

Jeff’s somehow better than the pictures, sweeter than in your best friend’s stories of his chivalry and cheekiness that matches your own with ease. 

He finds a home in you as a friend, a quiet favourite in the group, though the others understand it without you having to say so, see the way you look at him, how his eyes reciprocate that same spark. 

You park down the street, the setting eerily familiar but this time you comfortably stroll inside, Dave’s place a second home to you by now. 

It’s a hilariously identical scene: Zane running around, Natalie and her boyfriend cuddling on the couch, Ilya & David with a camera in hand and your best friend stood by the kitchen counter, head thrown back in laughter. 

You almost smile, lips pulling up naturally at the sound of the blonde’s happiness, always contagious to you in the years you’ve spent attached at the hip. 

But then your eyes shift a little to the side, enough to see Jeff leaning close beside her, teeth on show and eyebrow raised and you fight to keep emotions flooding your chest in control. 

Especially once Zane notices you and runs in that direction to wrap his arms around your frame in hello. 

‘Baby!! You made it. Ugh thank god, I’ve had enough of all these couples I need my partner in crime’ 

Your laughter is forced, smile a little shaky at the realisation that holy shit, your best friend possibly likes the same guy. 

There’s no time to wallow in pity, not as the others greet you and get ready to play a game of poker someone mentioned in your group text earlier in the day. 

You end up in teams: Natalie and Todd, David & Ilya, Zane and yourself and finally, Taylor and Jeff. 

Would it be mean to your teammate if you threw the whole game in order to get out of there?

You scold yourself at the thought, mind spinning in search of missed sings. 

Had she mentioned him more than any of the others?

Giggled while recalling a funny story or spending time in the group? 

The thought that Taylor has kept this from you is almost as painful as the sight of them huddled together and whispering as the evening goes on. 

‘I thought you were supposed to be good at this y/n!!’ Zane playfully moans, upset as you lose for the second time in the row. 

You clear your throat, shoulders set back and eyes avoiding a familiar brown pair that’s been observing you from across the table. 

Jeff notices the small details, how you zone out as time passes, your legs retracting from his own long ones as he tries to poke your foot carefully in a silent ask to get you to look at him. 

There was no hug hello, no warm embrace that sets his cheeks alight and heart stuttering in his chest as soon as you walk through the door and into his arms. 

He tries not to think about it too much but suddenly Taylor’s insistence of your returned feelings seems doubtful. 

Why does he feel like he’s somehow messed up when you’ve barely spoken a word to him tonight? 

His opportunity to ask you comes eventually.

Jeff corners you as you leave the bathroom, hallway half lit and your breath lodged in your throat when you stumble directly into his chest as you turn the corner. 

‘Careful darlin’ you hate how much of an effect two simple words have on your body. 

Stop. You need to get a grip, can’t be feeling this way about your best friend’s...whatever he is. 

‘Doll are you listening to me?’ His teasing tone snaps you back, expression lost as you miss half of his speech. 

Jeff laughs, lips involuntarily lifting at the corners as he watches you, taking in each detail of your pretty features: bright eyes, soft cheeks and lips that almost steer his thoughts in a vastly different direction. 

He has to pull back, clear his throat before stepping closer as he adds. ‘I was saying...you seem off tonight, is everything alright darlin’? If you’re tired we can call it a night and I’ll take you back to yours, or mine if you wanna finish that movie we-’ 

‘NO’ each of you winces at your rushed interruption, your own expression panicked and his brown eyes lost.

It’s quiet for a moment, uncomfortable for the first time since you’ve met him as Jeff tries to figure you out. 

Your body has a mind of its own, panicked at the moment as you attempt and rush past his. 

Except Jeff steps to the side, blocking your way once again. 

‘Y/n, what’s wrong? Have I done anything? ...cause I’ll make it up to you-’ 

The way your head shakes instantly in denial makes him pause, lost at the mixed signals you’ve displayed all night. 

‘You haven’t done anything I just-’ 

I just wish I could be happy for you but I don’t know if I can. The words are there, on the tip of your tongue. 

Jeff sees the pause, a small shift that makes you stand straighter before you clear your throat and replace whatever’s been weighing heavy on your heart with a ‘Tay’s probably waiting for you, let’s get back to the game’ 

Jeff’s more confused than ever, left arm finding it’s way around your waist easily. 

It fits perfectly around the dip there, palm splayed across your back in familiar warmth, you’re ashamed to admit you’ve missed the comfort of his touch. 

The reminder that these small affections will grow few and farther between makes you wince, the man close enough to catch the vulnerable sound leaving your mouth.

‘Taylor can hold her own, I was hoping you’ll agree to my escape plan doll, thought I could steal you away for a little while’ his words are sweet, reminiscent of other times the two of you have sneaked away to spend your night in the solace of his or your home. 

‘Y/n?’ Jeff’s panicked questioning makes you aware of the tears suddenly blurring your eyes, his face leaning down closer through the haze in your sight. 

‘Stop.’ you beg. ‘I can’t - Tay’s my best friend.’ At his confusion, you find enough courage to add. 

‘I can’t be your friend Jeff...you’re with my closest friend and it’s already fucked up how much I like you without this’ you gesture between you, one hand tightened in a fist as it bumps against his hard chest. 

Jeff huffs, delusioned laughter rumbling in his chest at your words. 

‘Doll? I’m - Taylor and I aren’t together, I’ve’ he sounds almost disbelieved before continuing.

‘I’ve been crushing on you for fuckin’ months’ his reply making you pause. 

It’s enough time for Jeff to wrap his other arm around your middle. fingers tightening their hold as he pulls you closer until there’s no space between you. 

It still feels like he’s too far. You decide, leaning up on your toes to wrap your own arms around his neck as your lips meet in reply. 

It feels euphoric, finally having his mouth slotted against your own, endless nights spent tossing in bed thinking about this, days counting down the minutes until you finally see him for even a short while. 

There’s no other noise except his soft groan received by your awaiting mouth when your fingers pull at the hair growing at the back of his head. 

Jeff’s own hands are everywhere, one up at the nape of your neck while the other firmly grasps at your ass before finally wrapping around the loops of your jeans when you both pull away for air, his forehead falling against your own. 

‘You think they’ll see us if we sneak past the shoe rack to the door or should we just get out through David’s bathroom window?’ your question and cheeky smile garner a round of laughter in reply as Jeff pulls you further into the house and to the bathroom before he kisses you once and then again before unlocking the window to pick you up and pull himself up and outside. 

[scriptaed]

the redmail.

♡ genre: angst/fluff; college!au;

♡ pairing: reader x yoongi; 

♡ length: 11.0k;

♡ synopsis: stoic, indifferent, and aloof, you’ve always wondered what made that oddball yoongi the heartthrob of the school; that is, until one day, when you finally catch him red-handed and the origins of his popularity are unveiled—that bastard’s been writing himself his own love letters! yoongi’s offer as a wingman for you and your long-time crush, kim seokjin, is the only thing keeping you sworn to secrecy, but nothing ever goes as predicted on valentine’s day... especially when it comes to blackmail.

♡ part of the bound in love collab;

♡ the redmail drabble;

I like you. 

Those three exact words reverberate in your mind, echoing and lurking in every corner throughout the fruitless months of trying to muster the courage to confess. I like you, I like you, I like you—you’ve been dying to find the right time to tell him for weeks on end now and you wonder if the desperation seeps through to your facial expression; because even as you feign a smile at him now, when in reality you have zero clue regarding whatever he’s been going on about for the past couple of minutes, there’s nothing that could possibly wipe the glimmer in your eyes that’s practically announcing your crush to the entire world. If looks like the one plastered all over your face could telepathically convey these radiating emotions of yours, then maybe Jin wouldn’t have been so blind to you like he does standing here right now. 

Nevertheless, from the way his side-swept bangs falls perfectly over his eyes that sparkle like the brightest stars in the galaxy to the way he cackles with that half-shrug grin of his that exudes of sheer confidence, you can’t help but marvel over the boy. He’s everything to you. In fact, it’s almost as if your every waking moment in the past year has been dedicated to your crush: you coordinate your outfits with him in mind every morning, you seize every opportunity after class for a mere albeit invaluable two-minute conversation, and you spend hours upon hours in your reveries, dreaming of the days when you two could finally become an item. Class had just ended and your classmates are hastily shuffling past you two on a one-way-ticket out of hell, but in the midst of all the chaos, you just can’t take your eyes off him… well, that is, if it weren’t for the other boy who’s staring at you.

What? Your darting glare that spares the boy just a split second of your precious time with Jin seems to reach him, judging by the way he snorts at your actions and averts his amused stare to the side, if only for an irking, fleeting second. 

Why? Why is it that this boy can telepathically receive your messages when Jin, the one you’ve been dying of hope to hear anything but radio silence from, remains oblivious to your year-long signals? It’s a waste of your ephemeral interaction with Jin, yet you can’t help but waste a second—and only a second—clamming your mouth shut before you could go off on him. And what’s with that impertinent smirk adorning his face right now? It’s almost as if he’s mocking you for the more than obvious look of adoration harbored in the sparkles of your eyes… almost as if he knows of your irrevocable crush on Jin. 

Psh, only popular boys like him could find a pining scenario like this amusing enough to watch on the sidelines for many long months. You’ve only become aware of his all too familiar name when you noticed how often you would spot Jin around campus with him by his side. Curiosity had piqued your interest in anything related to your undying crush, but all of that had faded the second you discovered just how out of the loop you must have been. That boy, the one that often stood on the side quietly negligent of greetings and acknowledgement of your presence, the one that glimpses between you and Jin with a smug look that you would love to wipe off right this moment, that very boy is the same boy every girl on campus had fawned over at some point in their academia: Min Yoongi.

They refer to him as an enigma, a puzzle that they could never solve but nevertheless felt drawn to. He rarely spoke, but when he did, he spoke gently, curtly, and wisely—as if saving his breath for something actually worth his time. They call him a man with a cold glare that, if and only if you manage to crack the slightest peek into, has a sense of genuineness and a good-willed, golden heart of a man that could have you melting into a puddle of mess from the mere flicker between thawed ice and divine fire. You had heard he treated everyone equally, unbothered as to whether they were the hottest girl in town or the biggest book nerd to be heard, but it’s hard to believe those claims when he’s amusedly watching your interaction with his best friend and the only thing that is missing from the picture is a bag of popcorn in his crossed arms as he sat on the desk to the side. 

To you, someone you would claim to be a rather decent judgement of character, his overwhelming popularity seems to have originated from an abyss of foolish girls’ dreams to save yet another helpless case of a bad boy turned good. 

He’s absolutely nothing like Jin. 

“I’ll, uh,” you stammer, bashfully averting your eyes between the desk separating you and the apple of your eye and you could have sworn Yoongi snorted once again, “I’ll catch you later…? I mean, only if I happen to see you after Psych tomorrow... yeah...?” 

“Of course, of course,” Jin nearly exclaims, vibrantly throwing his hands up with the baby pink sleeves of his sweater, “not like you could really miss someone like me in a crowd, right Yoongi?”

The both of you turn toward the bystander—Jin with an expectant grin on his face and you with a piercing stare nearly-turned scowl—but he only shrugged before hopping off the desk and slinging his backpack over one shoulder as he strides toward the exit. You expect him to just walk off and abandon his friend behind with you, which would have honestly worked to your advantage, but he whirls around once he reaches the classroom door and mutters one last sentence, “doesn’t really matter if you miss our next exam.”

“Oh, shoot,” Jin nearly yelps as he hurriedly gathers his things and bolts for the door, throwing a wave at you with those eyes that have sirens going off like a deer caught in the headlights. “I’ll see you later, Y/N!”

By now, everyone has left the classroom and all coast is finally clear. Taking a deep breath in, you sigh in relief as you shuffle in those uncomfortable booties, lower the hem of your miniskirt that threatens to flash just about anyone in your vicinity, and release your meticulously curled hair from the overbearing clutches of your ponytail. Gathering your backpack, you march toward your dorms with only one thought in mind—wiping all of this grotesque, unbreathable gunk that you call makeup; and as you watch yourself transform from the girl with a crush in the classroom to the girl that stands before the mirror, truly, you would have been disturbed by her desperate efforts. 

You’ve never been the type to change yourself for someone else, but something about Jin has you reaching for every opportunity that could finally make him see you in a different light. Nonetheless, the gnawing in your chest never seems to settle from this moment, as you stare at the mascara smeared over your patch of black panda-like eyes, to the very seconds before you could drift off into sleep with a disturbing epiphany in mind…

...how would Yoongi have reacted if he came to know of your pitiful efforts? 

With just that one irking question echoing through the silence of your midnight-stricken room, a newfound drive has you stumbling to your feet, grabbing for a pen, a blank piece of paper, and a red envelope. You shouldn’t subject yourself to an eternity of catering a girly appearance and soft-spoken personality for the sake of Jin’s tastes. If anything, you want Jin to see you for you and like you for you, even if you know that possibility is a hopeless cause considering his current interests that you’ve come to discover lies elsewhere. You’ve been so desperate all this time, living in another’s skin and abandoning your own, that even you could see how someone like Yoongi would pity you. 

You can’t wait anymore. You can’t pretend anymore. You have to let him know before you lose sight of your own person. It’s time this all comes to an end. 

And so, you work through the night, writing and spilling to your heart’s year-long worth of pented desires but all you can muster for hours on end is a simple albeit truthful sentence:

I like you, and even if you don’t like me, I still really really like you.

♡ ♡ ♡

The next morning seems to arrive dreadfully slow, even if you stayed up to conjure whatever you could into words, contemplating whether to deliver the letter for most of the night’s hours. Perhaps it was a spur of the emotional mess you were last night, or maybe it was the hazy state between sanity and insanity with these overwhelming feelings you’ve had bottled up for so long, but you had managed to text Jin and asked him to meet you in the corner of the university’s library where you had once studied with him. His gleeful albeit curious response just an hour before has you internally screaming at the top of your lungs, your heart squeezing and your blood pumping in frustration over your rash decision that now leads you to your inevitable doom—rejection. 

And the worst part of this already gloomy morning? 

You just have to bump into him. 

Because there he is, in the corner of the library that you had went ahead and self-proclaimed as the spot for you and Jin, scribbling away with piles of papers stacked by him. Tip-toeing down one aisle and making a right turn in between two shelves lined with hundreds upon hundreds of dusty books, you first spot him and his tiny figure far off in the corner at the end of the aisle. Stealthily, you encroach toward the table, occasionally turning to the side and poking at the books as if to conceal your identity from wandering eyes before warily returning to your mission. You’ve never seen Yoongi in a library, not that you visit the library enough—aside from the rare study sessions you never needed but wanted to schedule with Jin—to really know, but if there’s one thing you’ve surmised from his fans and your own observations: Yoongi isn’t exactly the most invested in schoolwork.

So what could he possibly be doing here at 7 A.M. in the morning…? 

Call yourself infected with the disease that so many girls have seemed to have caught this upcoming Valentine’s Day season, but curiosity over this oddball called Min Yoongi seems to get the best of you. Reaching just one bookshelf of a distance away from him, you turn to face the line of books and carefully throw a peeking glance over your left shoulder and to the side. You can barely make out his penmanship…

Dear Min Yoongi…

...I really like you…

To Yoongi…

From your admirer…

...but the words that you do manage to read has a lightbulb of an epiphany looming over you like the sun peeking through the clouds: has this bastard been writing his own love letters?!

This is bad. This is a detrimentally bad position for you to be in. You feel like you’ve just seen something you nor anyone on this planet should have seen, but you can’t help having to clamp a hand over your lips to muffle the gasp that leaves your lips. So is this the origin of his popularity? The dozens of letters and confessions Yoongi has been renowned for receiving on Valentine’s Day are fake? Not to mention written by the receiver, himself? 

It’s a mix of amusement, confusion, and unreasonable self-satisfaction for having discovered a dark secret of your nemesis, as if you finally have a leverage over the one mocking obstacle between you and Jin. Regardless, no matter what you do, you swear to yourself, you should retreat with this newfound information to a safer space where you—eek. 

Your heart stops when a footstep back has the stupidly old floor creaking and your dumb self instinctively glancing up to check on the boy before you. Did he hear you? Has he caught you red-handed just as you had caught him? 

To your horror, your panicked glance locks with his own. On his face, however, he adorns that irritating signature look of his—unaffected and indifferent to your presence that should have been the essence of trouble for him. Time seems to freeze akin to the way you stay affixed to the floor, one step back halfway in a lunge, lips gaped, and widened eyes that fear to budge even an inch from the boy. 

The least surprised whom should have been the most victimized in this situation is the first one to move. 

Calmly and unhurriedly in that leisure composure of his, he raises a forefinger and beckons for you to veto your retreat as well as granting you permission to stand by his side. You’ve never been one to take orders—unless it was Jin’s, you would’ve come wagging with a tail like that of a dog’s—but the panicking hammer against your heart drives you toward foolish, uncharacteristic actions that has you obliging to his orders akin to a child awaiting a lecture. 

“Where were you heading?” he simply asks. His voice is surprisingly lower and rougher than you had imagined, definitely thicker than velvet itself. 

“Uh,” you put on a dense mien, “I was looking for another open table, duh.” 

“Right,” he nods, head bobbing but mind obviously elsewhere when he proceeds to the real question, “so how much did you see?” 

Is he trying to keep you quiet? You scoff at his dominant demeanor because you won’t be tethered down like an obedient dog from a guy like him. Finally snapping that “good girl” persona of yours around the most pivotal figure of your course, otherwise known as your crush’s best friend, you cross your arms and lean your weight against one leg. 

“I saw enough to know exactly what’s going on,” you peer down impudently at him and his letters with a smug grin on your face, “so… the popular boy around school has been faking his popularity after all this time, huh?” 

He arches a brow at you, “and what about you?” 

“What do you mean what about me?” 

“Despite how you look,” he skims you up and down and you shuffle in place, taken aback by his unexpected response, “you certainly speak differently around me than with Jin.” 

“Wh—” you scoff in disbelief “—what, you think I’m being fake around Jin?” 

“I didn’t say that,” he articulates as a-matter-of-factly, “you did.” 

“Well,” you scramble through your mess of a state to find a retort, “you seem to have a lot more to say than you let on.” 

“Oh?” he leans back into his chair and crosses his legs. “And do you know what I have to say?” 

A frown plasters across your face at his oddly complacent position, “how would I know? I just see you looking down on me whenever I’m around Jin. Calm down, would ya? I’m not trying to steal your only friend.”

The boy snorts at your remark, crossing his arms and tilting his head back along with the flow of gravity. Staring at the ceiling, he speaks, “you’re right, I was watching you but I wasn’t looking down on you. Rather, I’ve been wondering: is that the real you or—” he turns his head to face you with that cocky smirk of his “—is this the real you?”

“I-I,” you stumble over your words, nearly choking over your own breaths because never in a million years did you imagine your mask to be exposed like this and not to mention by Min Yoongi of all people. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, but you better not give him any wrong ideas or…”

“Or?” he beckons for an answer.

“Or,” you take a deep breath before blurting out a threat you never would have made if it weren’t for the sake of your nearly wrecked crush, “or… or I’m gonna have to tell everyone that you’ve been writing your own Valentine’s Day cards.” 

“Ah, I see,” he nods his head, pursing his lips, “okay. Go ahead.” 

“Wait, what?” Everything just seems to incessantly backfire on you ever since you met this damn boy. “Wait, are you sure? You’re really fine with that? Everyone’s going to think you’re lame. Girls won’t like you anymore.” 

“Hm… all the better,” he shrugged before cracking that devilish, tilted smile of his. He peers up at you to watch the slacken jaw of yours in amusement, trailing down until he meets the red envelope of yours that you have clenched tightly in your hand. You’re just about to hide your darkest secret behind you when, before you even knew it, Yoongi has it slipped between his two fingers. “What’s this?”

“Stop. That’s mine. You can’t read it,” you deadpan threateningly, the tone in your voice dropping just as something else does in your stomach. “You’re playing dirty, Yoongi. I didn’t mean to catch you here this morning but at least you have the choice to return that to me.”

“Relax,” he prims, raising the letter by his head, “I wouldn’t scoop that low, just like how you wouldn’t either.” 

“...what do you mean? You know I follow through with my words,” you almost try to convince yourself, too. “You know the real me standing before you right now. You know the lengths I’ll go to for Jin.” 

“Right, but if there’s one thing I know about you and Jin’s friends, it’s that they aren’t bad people… so neither are you.”

“That’s questionable,” you snort, “considering he’s befriended you.” 

“And what if I helped you out with your little crush on Jin?” he only chuckles at the way baffled look on your face. “Would I still be the bad guy?” 

You choose your words wisely, “I… I don’t have a crush on Jin.”

“Right, and I haven’t been writing my own letters,” he nods, shrugging. “Look, I don’t have to open your envelope to know that you’ve written Jin a letter and confessed your undying love for him.” 

How did he know? Are you really that obvious? 

“And if you’re wondering how I know, no, you’re not obvious. I doubt anyone else knows, but it’s exactly how you perceive me,” he cracks a smirk at you, “I have a lot more to say than I let on.” 

This damn boy. You’ve barely spoken to this boy and he already knows how to get on your nerves. Even if you hadn’t discovered his secret, you wouldn’t have been surprised to hear of just how easily he could get girls wrapped around his finger. He’s devilishly handsome, he has that cold mien about him and you finally understand what they mean about the alluring side to him, but you still don’t see yourself falling for a cocky guy like him, even after peering through all that air of his. 

“Why… why are you helping me?

“Well,” he pauses, as if contemplating whether he really wants to invest his effort and time before finally proceeding, “for one, if you keep your mouth shut, then I won’t have to bother explaining myself to everyone.” 

“What kind of explanation would you have anyways? What, you wanted to look popular with the girls?”

“And two,” he continues, completely unfazed by your jab, “wouldn’t it be funny to see how you explain yourself to Jin when you two are dating and you have to drop your act?”

Shoot, he sees right through your mini-skirts, your makeup, your every change in the past months.

“I wouldn’t have to explain myself,” you say through gritted teeth, “because this is me.” 

“And three,” he proceeds nonchalantly and he watches amusedly at the way you’re just about to rip your hair out, “contrary to your belief, I would rather not watch you pining after him for another long ass year. I would have helped you regardless of the former two reasons.”

“Really?” you raise a brow, crossing your arms over your puffed chest. “Then I can tell everyone about your letters?”

Shrugging, he raises both hands as if to tell you, “go ahead.” 

“I can’t believe you,” the words come through a loud huff of air. “Whatever. I don’t care enough to rat on you. I’m not that bad of a person.” 

“See? I told you.”

“Shut up,” you snap and he just raises his hands in mercy, “but I’m just letting you know, I don’t need your help either.”

“Yeah?”

Please please don’t see through my bluff, you plea internally to yourself. Truthfully, you need that letter back in the safety of your hands; because the more you mull over the possibility that Jin could very well reject your feelings, the more you realize that you just aren’t ready to give up yet. If Jin were to arrive any second now, he would catch Yoongi with your precious letter wagging in between his two fingers and you bet on your life that the brat before you would spill everything. 

It takes you a few seconds to respond, but it takes you everything in you to speak your words.

“You can give him that letter all you want. I could care less.” 

“Really? Okay,” he leans forward, offering to return the letter but retracting quickly just as you lash forward in a fruitless attempt to retrieve your inanimate heart. Clicking your tongue, you glare at him in utter defeat; but when he chuckles and something odd tugs at your chest as you watch that alluring quirked grin of his…

“I rest my case.”

...you know you’re treading in deep water. 

♡ ♡ ♡

I hate him. I hate him. I hate him!

Those three words have somehow become instilled in your daily morning routine ever since that fateful morning when you awakened and pondered over your next plans with him only to become petrified by an epiphany that dawns upon you in that very perilous moment: since when was the last time you awoke to the image of anyone but Kim Seokjin and why was he your first thought of the day?! The effort you’ve made to erase the seemingly irrevocable bad habit has been painfully clear through various methods like setting up digital reminders or strategically taping sticky notes by the mirror in order to perpetually remind you of your undying abhorrence for the boy. 

Every morning and night as you stand by the bathroom mirror and brush your teeth, the fateful encounter in the library that had entailed a fickle partnership between you and him still burns vividly in the forefront of your mind. You can still remember adamantly denying any relation to the boy and claiming to have ran into him by pure happenstance, which isn’t entirely false, to Jin, the one you were supposed to be meeting. Having lost your reason for inviting Jin to the library and consequently conjuring the dumbest excuse out of thin air, your blood still boils when you recall catching Yoongi from your peripherals, slipping his blackmail against you in the form of a red envelope into his bag. 

Nevertheless, his questionable intents behind his offer to help you out as a wingman has managed to captivate your attention, albeit reluctantly so, and this morning happens to be no exception. Your first thought of the day pops up in the form of a text from the one and only boy, nicknamed your arch enemy, your partner in crime sworn under the secrecy of blackmail, and also known as Min Yoongi. 

Arch Enemy Yoongle [9:03 A.M.] you ready for study session?

You [9:05 A.M.] Noooooooo you’re coming over before right 

Arch Enemy Yoongle [9:06 A.M.] why

You [9:06 A.M.] To help me pick my clothes, duh

Arch Enemy Yoongle [9:07 A.M.] is that a question or a command

You [9:08 A.M.] Your end of the offer was to help me out with Jin so this is the least you could do !!

“Texting you this morning was the worst decision I’ve ever made.”

His remark has you shooting him a glare through the floor-length mirror, where you can spot him eyeing you from behind all whilst seated in a chair with one foot propped on the other bouncing knee. 

“Is it really that hard to pick an outfit you think he would like?” you sigh as you run your hands through the crinkles in your skirt. 

“Again, for the thousandth time, how am I supposed to know what Jin would like? You’ve stalked him enough to probably know him better, Ms. Seasoned Pro.” 

“I have not been stalking him,” you snap, “plus, it’s not like this is your first time helping me. Why are you acting so bothered today?” 

“I just,” he scratches his head, “I just don’t get it. They all look fine.”

You whirl around, face clearly plastered with concern judging by the way Yoongi scoffs, “just ‘fine?’”

“Do you really want me to spell it out for you?” he leans forward, cupping his cheek in one hand propped over your chair’s armrest. His eyes flicker to lock with yours, exuding his typical ingenuity and conviction that rekindles those recent sparks from somewhere within you. What he says next is no exception. “It doesn’t matter what you wear, because you look good in everything.” 

A deafening silence ensues as the two of you stare at each other, both still registering what had just slipped from his lips. Once the realization settles in, however, you two are quick to act. Whirling back around, your eyes dart to the side of your mirror where one hand hooks awkwardly over your other elbow or literally any spot on the mirror where you’re safe and away from the boy’s gaze. Your heart threatens to burst through and you swear you had a megaphone to your chest, because even you can hear its thumps through your burning ears. 

Why did he have to say that? What did he mean by that? And why are you reacting like this?!

Even the usually apathetic boy acknowledges the suggestive implications behind his words, for the boy clears his throat loudly throughout the silence and you find yourself gulping before he recomposes himself and recovers that usual velvety timbre of his, “what I meant is that I don’t think Jin could tell the difference.”

Clearing your own throat in a vain attempt to rid yourself of a knot, you find yourself turning and inspecting every angle of your overly put-together outfit that you can’t help but wish to discard the second this study session is over, “...really? Are you sure?” 

Yoongi sighs at your remark—one he has heard a hundred too many times in the past month around you—leaning back into the chair and quirking his head to the side for one last scan of you. Eyes running up and down, your heart rate spikes when the fact that you’re retracting your usual unapologetic bubble dawns upon you; because for some reason, your arm crosses your chest protectively and your hand clutches your elbow as you find yourself more self-conscious than ever. 

“Does his opinion really matter that much to you?”

You gulp, hand squeezing once again and eyes falling to the floor before speaking meekly, “...yes.”

“Personally,” he sighs again and the edges of his profile softens. A brief moment of silence follows as he patiently waits until you find the courage to lift your gaze to meet his; and once you do, you find yourself flickering between his intensity that has your heart throbbing and anything and everything but the boy sitting before you—why, exactly? You’re not sure. Usually he would chuckle, smirk even, at your skittish ways, but today, his voice is much gentler, enough for even a stone-walled girl like you to melt into a puddle of mess, particularly when he speaks lowly. “I think you look the best when you open your door and you’re still in your pajamas and your hair is still a mess because you just barely woke up, even though you invited me over more than an hour ago.” 

Suddenly, that puddle of a mess in you starts to boil as you grit your teeth and mutter, “Yoongi…” 

“Seriously, who doesn’t appreciate a woman who’s comfortable and confident in her own skin?” Yoongi chuckles, cocking his head to the side with that lopsided grin of his. “As long as you’re yourself, I think Jin would see the beauty in that... I mean, I would.” 

...and you don’t know why his words were enough affirmation for you to calm your nerves and let your outfit see the light of day, because once you find yourself seated uncomfortably in the corner of the library and across the table from a boy doubled over in cackles, you begin to regret having ever entrusted the boy beside you whomst must have been out to sabotage your dreams under the guise of your wingman. 

“Oh my God, no, I’m serious,” Jin manages to say in the midst of his giggles, pointing a finger at you, “I really didn’t realize how much you’ve changed until now!” 

“I’ve been dressing like this for over a year now… I don’t know how dense you could be, haha,” your voice trails off into a forced laugh that desperately hopes to slip under that painfully oblivious radar of his, because at this point there’s nothing much more you could do to conceal the crestfallen state of yours. Caught in between disappointment and surprise, you just can’t believe what you’re hearing: has Jin really not noticed any of your efforts in the past year? Typically, you like to proclaim yourself as a maiden with a heart of steel—but damn, does that hurt.

“Oh, really?!” the boy gapes, almost exclaiming for the whole library to hear. “Because I swear it feels like it was just yesterday when I saw you walking into class all bare-faced with some baggy sweatpants and that gray hoodie you  always wear.” 

“Ah,” you fail to find any words to follow through with the shock that had emptied your mind, but you force yourself to continue when you notice the urge to speak written all over Yoongi’s irritated expression, “but that was! Um... that was because I was tired on that day.”

“Oh, yeah, I get you. Second year was pretty tough,” a sense of empathy returns to Jin’s voice when, suddenly, things take a turn for the worst. “But, you know, you should be comfortable for study sessions with us. It’s just me and Yoongi. You don’t have to dress up for me.” 

Ah, but the thing is, you find yourself wanting to tell him, I want to dress up for you. Why can’t he at least recognize that? You know it isn’t his intentions and he has no obligations to, but the way he laughs at you and the way he hasn’t praised you and your newfound efforts even a single time has you crippling in pieces. Does he really have to belittle your efforts, even if unintentionally? Somehow, you muster a meek smile out of etiquette but produced from the bittersweet twist you find churning at your guts, even if it only pours salt over your already deepened wounds.

Gulping down the lump in your throat, you raise your head along with your cracked voice, “I just want—”

“—she looks good, alright?” Yoongi interjects cooly and the both of you turn wide-eyed at the boy who had retained his silence throughout the day. He continues, calmly, “if she wants to dress up for study session, then let her. As long as she’s happy.”

And it’s at that moment that you realize and finally come to accept: how ironic is it that the boy who has had your yearning, fervent heart racing for countless months happens to be the very boy who has your heart shattered in pieces right this moment? And how much more ironic is it that the boy whomst had promised you your greatest nightmares disguised as dreams is the one who has your blood pumping and very being electrified… almost, as if… it’s love...? 

♡ ♡ ♡

“Alright, this is getting ridiculous. I don’t mind going on fake dates with you for practice—I mean, I do—but why do we have to wear these stupid masks?” 

“Hey, you can’t deny that you enjoy these dates. Don’t even lie,” you stop in the midst of your tracks to laugh aloud into the cold, wintery night. 

In the meanwhile, Yoongi has gotten a few steps ahead of you, turning around and pausing in his own trek home as well. He doesn’t have to say it, but you’ve spent enough time bickering, crying, screaming, and surprisingly even laughing your ass off with him to know he’s waiting for you to catch up to his side; and so, you happily oblige, skipping forward and ignoring the sharp pain that jabs at your sore soles after a long day at the amusement park all in the name of intertwining your fingers with his. The boy on the receiving end, however, is much less playful—even more so than his already hard to read self—and you’d be lying if you were to ignore the pitted feeling in your stomach; because when he shoots you an unamused stare but fails to squeeze your hands even in the slightest bit like he inevitably used to, you know that something is off.  

Just as you proclaimed, he doesn’t deny the genuine, hearty laughters of tonight—and to that, you’re utterly relieved—but you’ve never found yourself more desperate and eager to peek through that unreadable mien of his. 

“Well,” you say under your huffs of breaths, “how’re we going to explain ourselves if a classmate catches us holding hands like this? I can’t have Jin thinking we’re dating.”

“Then don’t hold my hand.” 

You know it’s just his unfiltered personality, but sometimes you wish he wouldn’t be so curt—especially when you’re particularly sensitive to his every move, response, and flicker of emotion tonight. 

“But I have to,” you purse your lips. “What if Jin holds my hand and I freeze up? He’s gonna think I’m stupid.” 

When the two of you stroll far enough to reach a wooden bench just a block down the amusement park, Yoongi turns to face you with that usual unamused look on his face; and when he retracts his hand, a part of you flinches forward, as if trying to retrieve the little albeit comforting warmth his perpetually cool, delicate hands provided. 

“Do you hear yourself right now?” he deadpans, reaching his hand up to stretch your clothed mask under your chin and bearing your cheeks to the bite of the cold. “He wouldn’t be wrong even if he were to make that assumption.”  

“Hey,” you pout and reciprocate his gesture, the tips of your cold fingertips grazing against his jaw as you tuck the mask under his chin; and when you do so, the warmth of his gaze quickly flickers to the side before returning to you, something which has you falter for even the slightest of seconds, “i...it’s not my fault someone here is so popular around school. You’ve gotten, what, six cards this week?”

“I don’t know,” he shrugs, taking a seat on the bench, “I don’t count.” 

“Yeah, well, I did,” you huff as you plop down beside him. “Valentine’s Day isn’t even until tomorrow. You probably have at least six more pending.”

The boy only snorts, shaking his head, “can’t call my popularity a bluff anymore, huh?” 

“But I don’t get it,” you shiver at the cold that creeps along to the tip of your nose and Yoongi, being the observant person he is, turns to adjust your scarf higher and tucks the ends securely closer to your neck—what the boy fails to notice, however, is the burning sensation of blood flushing your face as you freeze under the wake of his sudden attention and the sheer care he harbors into his gentle hands that graze your cheeks. Gulping, you stammer to continue your lost train of thought, “...why do you write your own cards when so many girls already write you their own?” 

“Well,” he pauses, pondering whether it was worth the effort to explain himself to the girl beside him, “I wouldn’t have received so many if someone would have let me fake my own cards.”

“Wait, so,” your face scrunches at the calculation and he follows suit, although mockingly so, “you fake your own cards so that to others, it seems like you already received enough?” When the boy just prims his lips and glimpses away for a split second—something that cocky boy usually never does—even you can tell he’s guilty as charged. “So you’re trying to discourage girls from confessing? By writing your own cards?”

Damn, as much as you had found yourself strangely attached whenever girls would pass by only to do a double take or even boldly ask him for his number only to sense an unexplained validation to be the one and the only one linked to his arm, perhaps one too many times, you still can’t help but empathize for the many girls whomst lost their courage to confess; after all, you know first-handedly just how difficult it could be to muster that courage, how detrimental it was to your spirit with each failure, and how exponentially more dejecting it was to pick yourself back up again for what seems to be another inevitable fall. 

“But why?” you find yourself asking and he turns to look at you with perked ears. “Why would you do that? I mean, in a sense, doesn’t it feel nice to know that so many girls like you? Isn’t that why all the popular kids are so annoyingly narcissistic?”

“Narcissistic? I could care less about the number of admirers if the person I like doesn’t like me,” he scoffs and a puff of white ascends the air. Shuffling awkwardly in his seat and burying his hands into his pockets, he looks away and at the ground. “I appreciate their thoughts. I do. But that’s exactly why I can’t find it in me to turn every one of them away, because even when I do, they always come back the next time. They don’t know when to give up.”

They don’t know when to give up. 

Yoongi has always been curt with his words, but shit, this one hits the hardest. Perhaps it’s because of the way it strikes home, but somehow it resonates with your own love conundrums. Some part of you could understand where Yoongi was coming from, especially when it occurs to you how you never considered the receiving end of confessions; but the other part of you sympathizes with the girls, wondering just where and how were their unspoken attractions discarded and if at least the abyss could pay witness to the echoes of their confessions. 

Then the most haunting epiphany strikes you: what would you do if Jin had been avoiding your feelings all this time as well? 

Somehow, even if you had the previous notion that Jin could do no wrong, the hypothetical scenario leaves a bad taste in your mouth; so when you turn your gaze to the boy beside you, the soft affection settles into a gut-wrenching disappointment. 

“Hey, Y/N,” he utters lowly, eyes averting to lock with yours once again, “there’s been something I’ve been meaning to tell you.”

What is this? The endless fall you find yourself situated in from the pools that were his eyes? The sudden flush of heat that ripples through your veins from his utter attention fixated on you and only you? The way something keeps hammering at your chest, unashamedly and loudly so, in the wakes of the potential pivot his one confession could take?  

“...what is it?” you manage to say, even if meekly so, because something about the return of his stoic, unreadable expression tinted with a rare hint of an apology has you bracing for whatever comes next. 

“...Jin already likes someone else.”

Ah—you don’t know why, but somehow his big reveal elicits a stifling, pathetic laugh to yourself—so he finally knows. It was like an omnipotent force had latched onto you and dragged you deep into the underwater depths and you had felt heavy, dejected, and avoidant of every and any thing that reminded you of him when the curtains were first unveiled. Time and a fleeting, ignorant memory, however, had proven to be the cure in the next few months, for the weight had gradually dissipated into thin air and you were up and ready again, as if you had slammed reset and you had never stumbled upon a realization that never should have come to light in the first place… until now. 

Someone—and not just someone insignificant—Yoongi, your supposed wingman, proves to be the one to ultimately cut your dreams short in exchange for a long ignored reality, almost as if everything in the past month has been a cruel feat played by fate itself.

“I know.”

“What?” Yoongi furrows his brows, the most evidence of offence streaking his profile. He leans in, as if he didn’t quite catch you the first time. “You knew all this time? Since when did you know? Before you asked me to help you? Or even before you started changing your whole persona?” When you fail to answer him, eyes falling ashamedly to the floor, Yoongi scoffs at your deafening answer. “So you knew all this time and you still chased after him like a lost puppy, huh—’

“—I don’t get it,” you snap at his impertinence, shooting a glare at him that he equally reciprocates, “you already knew I changed and did everything I could to get his attention, so why are you only mad at me now?”

“Because this is different,” he articulates. “I was helping you out, because I wanted a happy ending for you; but you... you knew all this time that he wasn’t interested and you changed everything, the way you dress, the way you talk, hell, the way you were yourself, out of desperation?” 

“What? Do you pity me now?” you laugh in disbelief, shaking your head. “Or even worse, do you hate me because I’m just another one of those girls hopelessly chasing after a guy like those girls who chase you?” As much as your blood is boiling from his sudden rage, his unsettling silence has something gnawing from within you—you wish he had denied it. “Oh. So I’m worse.”

After a long, stagnant silence that screams through the night and the empty streets, Yoongi turns to face you and you brace yourself for the piercing, intimidating glare of his, but what you find is much worse to your spirit. Soft and glimmering with a hint of hopeless desperation, his gaze speaks a thousand more words than what follows, “why can’t you just love yourself more?”

He’s right. What is it about Jin that has you infatuated enough to change everything about yourself? Why can’t you love yourself more? It’s a question you’ve stumbled upon months ago, but one you’ve never been willing to face head on. Why? 

 “...I don’t know. I guess the heart just wants what it wants. I can’t do anything about it now. It’s almost like…” you have to gulp in order to swallow the knot in your throat, “...if I happened to fall for you—”

“—you can’t.”

His words fall short in the wind that passes by, whisking away his confession and yours off into the distance; but even so, his words stay with you—they echo, they reverberate, they scream, they keep you reminded of every worst scenario you had conjured in the countless nights where you had dreamed of this very moment. 

“What do you mean?” you say, almost begrudgingly so. “Why not?”

He looks at you head-on, even if his next words should never elicit such audacity; because when he speaks, you don’t think you’ve ever broiled with such injustice nor have you ever been so pitted by something someone else said before. 

“Because I don’t like girls like you.”

It isn’t that he doesn’t like girls, he just doesn’t like particular girls like you—the one who had so proudly stood by his side, linked arm to arm, and passed by the countless girls that burnt with jealousy with a head high and a smile that could challenge the sun. How ashamed are you now that you, too, have been rejected by the boy you so thought was fate’s convoluted way of bringing you to your soulmate? All this time, you thought you were the special one; because to you, somewhere along the way, Yoongi had become the Jin in your life…

...and maybe that’s exactly what he doesn’t want.

“Like the other girls…” you nod absentmindedly. “I thought there was something between us. I thought out of everyone I knew, you would be the one to have my back… but did you have to put it like that? Now I just sound stupid—”

“—Y/N,” he says firmly, sighing loudly as his chest heaves and his jaw clenches, “I do have your back. But I’m supposed to be your wingman, not your rebound. I can’t love you while you’re in love with some other guy.”

“Don’t you get it,” the rush of frustration forces you to pause as your mind scatters for the proper words, “I don’t… I don’t like Jin anymore! I like you!”

“Are you sure?” his eyes widen with threat. “Because when you’re dressed like that in this freezing cold, makeup done and skirts and everything, looking like a downgraded carbon copy of Jin’s crush, when I’ve told you countless times before just how beautiful you look as yourself, I find it hard to believe!”

“‘Downgraded carbon copy?’” you bite your bottom lip to distract yourself from the way his words have you wincing from within and waterworks forming. It isn’t that you don’t want to cry out of embarrassment or the vexation of losing this argument—because you’ve cried countless times in his arms before—but it’s the daunting thought of materializing Yoongi’s greatest fear that has you holding back; because even in moments when he hurts you like this, the last thing you would want is for Yoongi to realize that, for once, he is the reason behind your tears.

And that, in itself, is enough to prove to you just where your heart lies… but how could you convey that to Yoongi? 

“Don’t…” his voice lowers amidst the silence, “don’t confess to me now when I’m only the second option. Don’t be like the others.”

“...like the others?” your eyes flicker from the ground and up to his evident frown. “Like the other girls who you don’t even have the decency to accept their feelings? Like the other girls you don’t even have the courage to reject?”

“This isn't about me. It’s about you,” his stare stays fixed on yours. “I really don’t want to hurt you. It’s the last thing I want, but I can’t help you anymore. It’s doing you more harm than good. Confess to him or I’ll tell him myself—”

“—you know,” you snap, narrowing your eyes at his irritatingly still ones, “I would have confessed to him and none of this mess would have happened if you hadn’t taken my letter!” 

“What mess?” 

It takes you a long second for you to speak, but only a split second after it slips your lips for you to regret it all.

“Us,” you utter and you recoil when something in those enigmatic orbs of his winces, “I wouldn’t have fallen for you like those ‘other girls,’ and you wouldn’t have had to bother rejecting me. Everything would have been okay if you hadn’t taken that damn red envelope. We would have been happier than we are now. We would have been strangers.”

“Y/N,” his hand hovers over yours, debating whether his touch would only hurt you further before pulling back empty-handed but not without a part of your already sinking heart, “I don’t regret meeting you. You know that’s not what I mean. We just didn’t meet in the right circumstances.” 

“Why? Because I didn’t love myself?” the desperation of your heart, whose incessant screams seem to fall upon deaf ears, seeps into your wavering voice. Can’t he just listen to you for once? Does he really find it that hard to accept your feelings? Or is this his supposedly gentle way of rejecting you along with all his other admirers? “You’re right, but at least I accept myself for who I am. I know I’m a pathetic girl who just wanted a single second of attention from a boy who already likes another girl, but at least I know that. Can you say the same? Can’t you at least accept the courage it took for the other girls to confess to you? Can you not be a wuss for once and let pitiful girls like me confess?”

Yoongi’s about to challenge your retort, lips flinching but freezing and eyes stirring but melting. You know him well enough now to know acknowledgment and self-reflection is a rarity for a stubborn guy like him. This momentary silence is his way of surrender. Instead, the horrifying thought of having hurt you, the very last intention he had proclaimed himself, dawns upon him and his softened features that you’ve come to so adore. The bittersweet tint to his profile makes it only harder for you to gather your things and stand to your feet. 

“And when you do allow them the chance to confess,” you utter one last time, “can you turn them down bluntly like the way you did to me?”

♡ ♡ ♡

It’s ironic how things work out in life; because here you are, sitting alone with Jin across from you in a diner on the closest thing to your long coveted date, but all you can see is the loopless flashback of last night’s argument with Yoongi. The fact that Jin had texted you at the stroke of midnight, coincidentally only a couple of hours after you had left Yoongi at the park, was enough for you to realize how misconveyed and misconstrued his intentions were yesterday. His words of denial and your words of lash still have something in you wrenching. 

“So, Y/N,” Jin chimes through a puffed mouth full of fries, “what’s on your mind?” 

Glancing up from the red and blue lights’ reflection on the glass tabletop, you blurt out a mindless, “huh?”

“Well, clearly,” he grabs a napkin to wipe the ketchup on his lips, “something seems to be bothering you.”

“Oh,” you mumble, downing another gulp or two of your strawberry shake as he follows suit, “it’s nothing much. Sorry, am I boring you?” 

“No, no, no,” he hastily denies, cackling. “In fact, I’m kind of amused. You aren’t wearing your usual makeup. You don’t have your hair done at all. You’re even wearing your usual grey hoodie today! I feel like I’m seeing the old you again.” 

The old you. Huh, how odd yet unexpectedly relieving is it to finally hear that?

Sights falling to the flickering reflection on the tabletop once again, you mumble, “is that… bad?”

“No, it’s a good thing. I’m glad to see her again. I thought I had lost her,” Jin chuckles for a few seconds before settling into a silence that you’ve come to recognize as a time when he’s adorning a comforting, pressed grin. “So, what happened between you and Yoongi?” 

“Yoongi?” you glance at him wide-eyed. “What do you mean? We don’t talk much. Why?” 

“Oh, cut the crap! You know I can see right through the both of you,” Jin laughs, shaking his head as he plops back into his seat. “Yoongi has been going out much more often in the last month than his entire life added together, and whenever I ask him where he’s heading, he just mumbles ‘I’m hungry.’ Hah! As if! He couldn’t eat more than me even in his dreams!” He leans forward with a raised index finger on each hand. “And you know what’s even more interesting? That ‘I’m hungry’ turned into ‘something important.’ So, you see, when Yoongi comes back to the dorms in a bad mood, too dejected to even greet me, his treasure of a roommate, and when I see you sitting here with a mirror image of him,” he pauses to bring his two fingers together, “I put two and two together, and tadah! Sherlock Holmes can retire now.”

“...oh,” you say with barely parted lips, because how do you explain yourself after being caught red-handed by the last person who was supposed to find out?! The ironic thing is, he must not have been aware that he’s the very reason you and Yoongi were even associated in the first place—”

“—you know, Y/N,” Jin’s laughs settle into a firm yet most serious tone you’ve heard from him as he folds his hands on the table and looks at you head-on, “Yoongi actually asked me to invite you out tonight yesterday. He said it would comfort you, but now that I’m sitting here with you, I think he asked the wrong guy.” 

“Wait,” you interject, brows furrowing as panic catalyzes your racing heart rate, “did Yoongi—”

“—no, Yoongi didn’t tell me anything. He refused to tell me but eventually I came to realize it myself,” Jin gives you a soft, lopsided smile as he places a hand over yours. “I’m sorry it took me so long to realize. I hope I didn’t hurt you and I hope I won’t hurt you now, because you’re a precious friend to me, but I can’t accept your feelings, Y/N.” 

“Huh,” you laugh in disbelief at the sudden turn of events, brows knitting and lips upturning in confusion over how little of a weight was lifted off your shoulders and how the gut-wrenching sensation in your chest still sits heavily with you, despite having come full circle. “That’s odd. All this time, I thought I would literally die if I were to hear those words from you… and yet, right now, I can’t help but feel… relieved?”

“Hm, and I wonder why,” Jin muses, happily sipping his milkshake away before he retracts the warmth of his hand over yours in order to point a thumb over his shoulder and at a familiar silhouette out the window and across the street. “Let me help you two dense balls out. If you look across the street, you’ll find another dumb boy with shades on in the middle of the night who has been following and watching us this entire time. Recognize him?”

Squinting, you follow his line of sight only to lock eyes with a very familiar gaze that had you stirring in your sleep the entirety of last night—and when the boy jumps in his seat and frantically shields himself with a menu, your heart skips at the revelation. 

Is that really… Yoongi? 

“You know, I never thought Yoongi would be the soft type, but I guess they’re right when they say love changes people,” Jin cracks up over the way your eyes light up before him. “When he found out that I realized how you felt, he begged me not to tell you until you told me yourself. He wanted me to go out for dinner with you at least once, which is odd, considering he’s always been the type to believe in harsh realities and never indulged in false hope. I guess to him, though, you’re an exception.”

“He really did that…?” you can’t help but smile to yourself, even if the bittersweet aftermath of his unnecessary yet incredibly appreciated notions overtakes you. “He’s… stupid.” 

“Agreed. Much dumber than you or me. And you know what?” he cackles once again, leaning forward eagerly. “He told me if it really didn’t seem like you were going to confess and that if I decide to break it to you first, then I should do it, and I quote, ‘very very gently or else he would kill me.’” 

“Yoongi said that?” you gape in disbelief, cracking up in a laugh mixed with scoffs that eventually overwhelms you with an unexplainable swelling warmth and flutters and gratitude and everything that Yoongi has brought you in the past month—and before you know it, warm waterworks are brimming in your eyes. Hurriedly, you wipe them away with the back of your hand. In between sniffles, you look up at Jin with a reciprocated goofy grin, “I can’t believe he would embarrass himself like that.”

“And,” Jin adds, “he did it for you.”

Smiling to yourself, you repeat, “for me—”

“—Kim Seokjin, I swear!” 

The both of you avert your attention to the diner door that had just been swung wide open—Jin leaning his body into the aisle and you whirling around to crane your neck at the baffling sight—because there he is in all his glory, chest heaving and panting as he shoves his lowered shades into his pockets and comes marching toward the two of you. 

“I told you to do it gently!” he continues adamantly, pointing an accusing finger at Jin.

His best friend raises his hand mercifully, “hey, hey, I did do it gently! Right, Y/N? Right?”

“Really?” Yoongi then unfolds the rest of his fingers to gesture at you with a gentler, less accusing hand. “Then explain to me why she’s crying.”

“She isn’t crying over me, bro!” Jin half-laughs, half-exclaims. Yoongi only scratches his head with a quirked brow, glancing at you for an explanation that you’re just too stunned to give. Grabbing his jacket and standing to his feet, he exchanges a quick glimpse between the two of you. “I’m just going to give you two some much needed alone time. Good luck, goofballs.” 

“Hey,” Yoongi turns around when Jin passes by him, “where do you think you’re going?”

“Home!” he retorts without bothering to glance at him before placing a comforting hand on your shoulder and whispering to you. “Tell this stupid boy everything you’ve been wanting to say, alright?” 

And with that, the newly appointed wingman departs and the former wingman stands there awkwardly by your side. 

“H-Hey,” Yoongi stammers, clearing his throat and seating himself across from you in order to grab some napkins by the window. Handing you the white pile of napkins, he looks off to the side, as if to provide you some privacy. When you just sit there and stare, however, he turns to glance at you and prims his lips at your lack of motion. He then plops the pile and grabs one single napkin before leaning forward to gently dab at the teardrops on your cheeks and mumbling under his breath, “silly, there’s no need to cry, alright?” 

“Y-Yoongi,” you utter after a hiccup, sitting still as he wipes your tears away, “I’m not crying because of Jin. I’m crying because of you.” He pauses, hands freezing—but damn, the sheer care he devotes into his every touch has your insides turning into mush. “And… and I swear I’m going to cry even more if you keep helping me like this.” 

But he persists.

Instead of turning a blind eye to a near-confession he knows you’ve disguised in your tear-fest, he continues to take care of you.

“Then you can keep crying,” he utters, dabbing your newfound tears, “because I’ll always be here to wipe them away.”

You didn’t think you could fall for him any more, but he just keeps proving you wrong.

“Hey, Yoongi,” you say after a long minute of silence. “I think I like you.” 

He doesn’t respond.

“No, I know I like you.” 

He still doesn’t respond. 

“I mean, I really,” you invest every ounce of energy into your emphasis, “really like you.”

He continues to wipe your tears. 

Hesitantly, you ask “...do you believe me this time?”

Nodding, he answers, “yes.”

“And…” your heart almost stops as it screams at you stop, but your mind runs ten times faster, “...how do you feel about me?”

Yoongi takes a second too long to answer and something drops in you, “I’ll tell you when I’ve taken care of my end of the deal.”

At that moment in time, you didn’t realize exactly what he meant until weeks later; but, for now, his disappointing albeit unsurprising answer has you smiling with even more bittersweet tears. This time, you’re able to take light of the fact that now you can declare your feelings unashamedly and unabashedly and all Yoongi can do is shiver at the mushy atmosphere. 

“I like you, Yoongi.”

So you do… and you do it again.

“I really like you.”

And you keep doing it until he responds.

“Hey, Yoongi!” 

“What?!” he finally exclaims, tossing the dampened paper to the side of the table.

“I said I like you,” you grin mischievously. 

“Okay, I heard you,” he prims, eyes flickering to the side and back to you as he scratches the back of his head and mumbles ever-so-quietly the two words you would be repeating endlessly for days on end, “...thank you.” 

♡ ♡ ♡

The last week of classes would’ve gone by agonizingly slow, considering the preceding spur of events, if it weren’t for the endless stream of gossip flying about groups of girls in every corner of the school… including the library; because here you are surrounded by tables of chattering girls whilst sitting in an isolated yet familiar table where you had once shared with Jin, but most engraving of all the fleeting, cherished memories in this dusty library is the fateful encounter between you, the foolish girl willing to change just about anything over a silly confession, and him, the heartthrob of the school whose cowardry keeps him feigning his own confessees.

Rumor has it, girls have been receiving their sign of rejection from the infamously unattainable boy Min Yoongi, whether it be through a blunt albeit heartfelt text or a pull to the side for a short talk after class. To your pleasant surprise, their rejections don’t spark a moment of rejoice from you, as they would have just a week prior, because you, yourself, had been in their shoes before; and as satisfying as it is to finally come to terms with your feelings, it would be a lie to deny the slightest bit of relief that ensues after having accidentally eavesdropped on the latest rejection… because, after all, you still undeniably and irrevocably feel for that boy. 

“Shh, guys,” a girl at the table behind you hisses, “he’s coming over here.”

“Let’s go!” another girl whispers just as several bags zip closed and everyone hustles to bolt out of there quick. 

Just as you turn around to stare in awe over the already abandoned ghost town that is the table behind you, the subject of all the rumors around school stands in the way of your sightings. Spotting his uncharastically bright red sweater that resembles a belated celebration of Valentine’s Day, your eyes warily trace upward, from his stomach, to his chest, and finally, locking gazes with his usual calm, surreal pools of warmth. 

“Hey,” he greets lowly. 

You pause for a second, finally answering when you fail to blink the reverie away, “...hey.”

Eyes skimming you up and down, he smirks at the hoodie and sweats draping over you and your midterm-influenced state of appearance, “looking good.” 

But before you could reply with your own little quip, Yoongi walks over in front of you as you spin back around to spot him seating himself on the tabletop before you; and without another word, he uncrosses his arms and flicks out an all-too-familiar red envelope held in between his two fingers. Frowning at both his remark and his gesture, you stare at the treacherous envelope that had done you a whirlwind of a mess in the past month—from discovering your arch enemy's secret letters to having to team up with him in order to covet for a crush with an inevitable, foreseen rejection, that redmail is the last thing you want to see right now. 

“What?” you snort. “After finally facing your fears and rejecting your suitresses, you’re finally returning your blackmail material to me now? To seal your end of the deal?” 

Groaning at your remark and rolling his eyes, he bends over to grab both of your hands and places the envelope firmly into your palms. “I’m not returning your letter,” he states as-a-matter-of-factly, “I’m giving you a letter.” 

“What?” you wrinkle your nose, mumbling incomprehensible strings of words under your breath at his endless enigmatic ways but still obliging to his beckoning as you fiddle with the white card hidden under the veils of the red envelope; and just as you unfold the mail, Yoongi holds a finger to your chin and tips your attention back onto him. 

“You said you wanted my answer, right? Well, here it is,” he utters with a crooked smile—but when your eyes flicker between the letter and back onto him, he smiles the gummiest, most genuine of grins that you’ve come to so adore… and the next time he speaks, repeating the same words he had scribbled onto the letter before you, you swear you would never curse that treacherous blackmail turned redmail again...

“I like you.”

[tricksters-captain]

Weasley Twins/Cedric Diggory Imagines - Accidental Meeting - Part 3

AN: Another day... another part!! Honestly I can’t write this story down quick enough so I thought I’d post another part for y’all!! Let me know if you’d like to be added to a tag list!!!

Overall Summary: (Y/n), is a young witch who always kept her head down due to her complicated past; one day she bumps quite literally into one of the most popular boys in Hogwarts, Cedric Diggory, and that’s when (Y/n)’s plan of keeping her head down seems to go up into the air. Things only seem to worsen when two redheaded twins start to take notice too...

This Chapter: As Halloween draws near, you receive news from your uncle about your parents and the ministry. You try burying yourself in your studies to keep your mind off things when Professor Lupin only seems to make it worse...

PART 1 // PART 2

Pairing(s): Cedric Diggory x Reader, (Eventual) George Weasley x Reader, (Platonic) Fred Weasley x Reader, (Platonic) Oliver Wood x Reader

Word Count: 2,398

Warnings: None, Angst

You sat at breakfast beside Wood and Angelina, the Weasley twins opposite. 

“Looks like you’ve really caught his eye there, (y/n).” Fred piped up from across you. 

“What?” You furrowed your eyebrows at the boy as you finished a spoonful of cereal.

“He’s looked this way about 7 times since sitting down.” George muttered, 

“Not to mention the other 6 when he walked in.” Fred added. 

You peaked over your shoulder to see Cedric sat with his usual group of Hufflepuffs. 

“You two are obsessed.” You rolled your eyes at the boys as you forced yourself not to turn and look again. 

“Mails here.” Wood announces as if the sudden eruption of wings and squawks didn’t alert everyone enough. 

You were surprised to see your owl fly into the great hall with a letter in its mouth. The only person who you ever sent mail or received mail from was your uncle. 

You reached up and grabbed the letter as he fell from the birds beak. 

You could see from the handwriting on the outside of the envelope that it was definitely from your uncle. 

It wasn’t completely strange to receive a letter from him during term time but it wasn’t a usual occurrence. 

“Who’s it from?” Oliver asked, 

“My uncle.” You admitted, contemplating whether to open it there or later in private. 

“Prob’ly asking whether you’re gonna come home for Christmas break or stay here.” Oliver said as he bit into an apple. 

“I already told him I’d be staying here as it’s your last Christmas at Hogwarts, I thought we’d stay here and celebrate together.” You stated, deciding to open the letter now.

“Get a broom closet you two.” Fred teased you. You retaliated by wrapping your arms around Oliver and resting your head on his shoulder, batting your eyelashes at the twins. Oliver just shook his head at you. 

You retracted your arms from Oliver and picked your letter back up to read it. 

(Y/n), 

The Ministry finally agreed to speak to me. They’ve claimed that the security in Azkaban has been double, tripled and that no other prisoners will be escaping. They specified that since Lorelei and Mikael are high threat that they will be watched consistently but Sirius Black was high threat too and look where he is now.

I feel they aren’t telling me the full picture. It was hard enough getting them to discuss Lorelei and Mikael at all. They just like to pretend Death Eaters don’t even exist anymore. Lock them behind bars and forget about them. 

I know we are all anxious about the idea of them escaping like Black did but I am keeping my ear to the wall. If anything is spoken about them or a possible escape then I should be the first to know. I won’t let them leave that godforsaken place without a fight. You should focus on your studies, try not to worry about your parents. Hogwarts is surrounded by dementors, I hear, so they will protect you for now. 

- Demetrius 

“What did he say?” Oliver asked as you closed the letter. 

“Just something about the Ministry.” You sent him a look that said you would tell him later as you felt it was too crowded to discuss your parents right now.

“What do you have?” You changed the topic by asking Oliver what he was doing this morning as you picked up your book bag.

“Defence against the dark arts then divination.” He told you as he rose from the table. 

“I have some study periods this morning so I think I’m going to go to the library. I’ll see you later.” You parted ways outside the great hall as you headed towards the library. You then tucked the letter into your bag and reminded yourself to show Oliver later. 

You found an empty table tucked away in a corner beween two book shelves, before finding a few books to help you with your study of Ancient Runes homework. 

“Do you mind if I join you?” A voice you were starting to know well tore you away from your parchment and you glanced up to see Cedric stood with his hand wrap around the strap of his backpack. 

“Will I actually be able to study if you sit with me or are you going to distract me?” You narrowed your eyes at the boy with a light humour. 

“I swear not to distract you.” He held his hands up in defence and you smiled, nodding your head to signal for him to sit. 

“What are you studying?” Cedric asked as he sat. 

“Distracting.” You announced, sending him a side glance. “Ancient Runes.” You caved and answered after the following few seconds of silence. 

“Ah.” Cedric nodded, taking his own parchment and books out. 

You both sat quietly, the only sounds being the turning of pages and the scratching of your quills but, after a short while, you found yourself sneaking secret glances towards the boy.

You watched his brow crease in concentration and his eyes flicker across the pages he was reading. A few locks of his soft brown hair fell forward and his lips parted slightly as he focused. 

Cedric caught you looking at one point, raising his head and smiling widely at you. 

“Distracting?” He asked, 

“Just making sure you are actually working and not writing down some quidditch strategy like Oliver does.” You were quick to come up with an excuse but Cedric wasn’t stupid. 

“What do you have next? I can walk you to your next class.” Cedric suggested. 

“Charms.” You told him, “If you walk me, you’ll probably be late to your own class.” 

“Why are you so worried about being seen with me?” Cedric leaned towards you, folding his arms on the chair in between you both with a curious look on his face. 

“I’m not worried.” You objected, “I just said you’d be late for your own class.”

“(Y/n), I’m no Ravenclaw but I can figure out when someone keeps saying no. I also see you looking around at everyone whenever I come up to you.” 

“Cedric.” You sighed, “Things are complicated in my life.” 

“And me walking you to your next class will somehow make it more complicated?” Cedric rose an eyebrow at you which made you sighed once again. 

“You can walk me to my next class.” You wanted to say that it would but you didn’t know how to explain why. 

Cedric stood up from his seat and packed his things away, you did the same before you both left the library. 

“I saw your owl this morning.” Cedric mentioned the letter from before and you felt your chest tighten a little. 

“Yeah. It was from my uncle. Asking whether I’d be home for Christmas.” You lied pretty effortlessly as the said-letter was lying at the bottom of your bag. 

“Your uncle?” Cedric hadn’t thought about who you lived with after your parents were sent to Azkaban. 

“Yeah.”  You nodded, “Demetrius. He took me in after my parents were, you know... He never saw what they saw in you know who. He didn’t have the same beliefs. Not like he didn’t suffer for it. They tortured him for a long time but he survived. He’s a good man, not very paternal but it's better than nothing.” You almost found it funny how unaffectionate and distant your uncle could be with you but you knew he still cared about you, he just couldn’t show it in the way normal families could. 

“Is it just you two?” He asked, seemingly genuinely interested. 

“Yeah. Demetrius isn’t very old. He was only 20 when he took me in. He never got a girlfriend after that so has never married or anything. I think he believes that if he had someone else to  care about, they could be used against him. He saw a lot of what my parents did, you see. He worries about my parents; about them escaping like Black did.”

“Are you worried?” Cedric stopped as you reached your class. 

“I’d be stupid if I wasn’t.” You confessed. 

“We can talk more about it later if you like?” Cedric gestured to the classroom door and you bit down on your cheek and nodded.

“Hey!” You called as he started to walk away. “Thanks for walking me.” 

Cedric smiled at you before you entered the classroom. 

“Saw pretty boy Diggory walk you to Charms this morning.” Fred and George trapped you as they came up to you side by side. 

“Like I said... Obsessed.” You looked up at the twins as they walked either side of you. 

“You reckon Lupin’s got that surprise for us today?” Fred asked you and George.

“Hope so, Freddie.” 

“I hope it’s a potion that stops people from spying on you.” You retorted, making both the boys crack up.

“Welcome class! If you’ll follow me, I have the special treat I promised for you all today.” Professor Lupin announced as you entered the classroom for DADA. 

The class did as they was told and followed Lupin up to a larger room where an old wardrobe stood in towards the far side.

You couldn’t help but smile with excitement as you watched the wardrobe shake from something inside. 

“Would anyone like to venture a guess as to what is inside?” Lupin asked as the wardrobe trembled again. 

"Is it a boggart, sir?” One of the Ravenclaw girls, Samantha Penny, answered. 

“Yes, Miss. Penny. Now, can anybody tell me what a boggart looks like?” 

“No one knows. Boggarts are shape-shifters.” You answered as Lupin pointed his wand at you. 

“Very good. Now, can someone tell me what they do?”

“They can take the shape of whatever a person fears the most.” Samantha answered again.

“Well done! Luckily, a very simple charm exists to repel a boggart. Let's practice it now. Without wands, please.” Remus lowered his wand as he spoke, “After me. Riddikulus!”

“Riddikulus!” The class repeated. 

“Very good. A little louder and very clear. Listen: Riddikulus!” Lupin corrected any who made a mistake.

“Riddikulus!” You all repeated once more before Lupin selected an unlucky volunteer.

“Samatha, since you know so much, why don’t you give it a try?” Lupin encouraged her forward. “Now, what are you most afraid of?” 

“Snakes, sir.” She said rather nervously. 

“Snakes. Okay. Easy enough to change. You see, the incantation alone is not enough.  What really finishes a boggart is laughter. You need to force it to assume a shape you find truly amusing.” Lupin paced a few steps as he spoke. 

“Now, Miss Penny. I want you to think of something funny. The funniest thing you can think of and when you come face to face with the snake, I want you to imagine its turning into that funny thing, do you understand?” Lupin asked the Ravenclaw girl. She nodded and raised her wand. 

As the doors burst open, a large thick black snake appeared slithering towards Samantha. It rose upwards and hissed as it’s dark eyes fixed on the quivering girl. 

“R-Riddikulus!” She hesitated but soon cast the spell, turning the snake into a baby monkey in a dress.

“Brilliant, Miss Penny! On your first try too!” Lupin praised her as he laughed at the monkey falling over.  “Alright! Who’s next! Form a line!” 

The class rushed into a line with excitement and nerves filling the room. 

You watched a few students ahead of you try and succeed in turning the boggart from their fear to something funny and soon it was your turn. 

“I bet her worse fear is seeing Wood naked.” Fred whispered to you and his twin as he stood behind you. 

“Actually, it’s having to spend the rest of the year with you two.” You mumbled back with a smirk as you stepped forward. 

“Ouch, Seyler, ouch.” Fred clutched his chest above his heart and you rolled your eyes. 

Suddenly, coming face to face with the boggart, your amusement was gone. 

You shifted on your feet as you thought of all the possible things the boggart could turn into like a giant spider or a clown or....

Your eyes went wide as the boggart twitched and span around and transformed into a face you had only seen in your memories and pictures. 

Your mother stood in front of you. 

The whole class erupted with whispers and murmurs as you froze. 

Her dark eyes met yours, the small mole above her lip rising as her wicked smile grew.

“Come on, (y/n), don’t let the shape distract you. Say the words and she’ll be gone.” Lupin saw the shock on your face as he tried to encourage you.

Your mother stepped forward, holding her hand out towards you, her dark mark visible on her arm as she reached towards you. 

“Don’t touch me!” You shrieked as she came close to connecting with your skin. 

You couldn’t stop yourself from fleeing the class as your emotions over took you. 

You pushed past the Weasley twins as you darted to the door. 

“Miss Seyler!” Lupins voice carried down the corridor you were running down.

Tears blurred your vision as your chest tightened and breathing became much  harder. 

“Miss Seyler!” You heard Lupin call after you again. 

You threw yourself against an arched doorway, trying to slow your breathing as your mothers eyes flashed through your head. Her evil smile, the dark mark clear on her arm. 

You felt yourself slide down the doorway until you hit the cold floor. 

“Miss Seyler.” Lupin had found you. “Miss Seyler, breathe.” He knelt down as you failed to control your panic attack. 

“(Y/n). It was just a boggart. It wasn’t really your mother.” Lupin told hold of your shoulders as he tried to get you to look at him. “Your mother is locked up on Azkaban. She can’t hurt you.” 

“I’m sorry.” You finally looked up at him and he felt his heart squeeze at the sight of your red eyes. 

“Don’t be sorry. It’s quite alright.” Lupin helped you stand, slowly bringing you back to your feet. 

“What about the class?” You asked, looking up from where you had come from. 

“Class is dismissed. Come on, let’s go for a chat.” Lupin guided you to his office, his arm comfortingly wrapped around you still. 

(PART 4)

[johnismyreason]

Use your imagination // Michael Gray x Virgin!reader

I had this request for so long, this is a fucking shame I only post it now lmao but in my defence, there were the holidays, my finals, and also it was the first time I wrote smut. So please, be indulgent and let me know 

@burnitup​, that was your request, I’m sure you forgot about it lmao, but here it is, hope you enjoy it ;) xx 

Words: honestly, I have zero idea.

Warnings: virgin reader, fingering (masturbation and male giving), cursing, smut. MUST BE +18 TO READ IT. 

You are such a good girl. That’s what he always says. He never wants to rush things, too scared to lose you. But you want more. So you tried to tease him when you were alone, sending him huge signals to make him understand what you were feeling, so close to write it on a sign and shake it in front of his eyes. You want more. You were fed up to hear his speech “Love, it’s not that I don’t want you, it’s just… You’re so innocent, and I’m not. We’ll go there one day, alright ? Just not now.” You always sigh and roll out of his laps, crossing your arms on your chest. He always kisses you on your cheek and then on your pouty mouth. So you're waiting for the day when he'll deign to touch you elsewhere than just your lips. But that doesn’t stop you from driving him crazy whenever you had the occasion, hoping that this day is the day. For example, you’d drop your book on purpose so you can lean in front of him, giving him a good sight of your butt with a devilish look “I’m so clumsy.” His lips always part a little, holding his breath and pressing his palms on his thighs. He rises from the sofa, and you think it’s happening now, but he just walks away, without saying anything.

If Michael wouldn’t give you what you want, then you must do the job on your own. When he’s out with his cousins to go to the pub, for business or whatever reason, you slide in you bed, get comfortable and let your mind drift away and your hand moving down. You imagine all the things you dream Michael does to you. His lips on your neck and then your breast, his hands all over your body, gripping on your skin, never letting you go. His fingers lingering your stomach, making their way to your core. Teasing you so machieviously. “You like that baby girl ?” he asks after hearing you moan. You nod begging him to keep going. “So if you like that, you may will love this” he would slide a finger in your wet pussy, going back and forth on your demanding clit. You always imagined it rough because of Michael’s gangster side. He would use you as a toy, a simple object and you wouldn’t even mind it, as long as he touches you and makes you feel good. Of course, all of this was just your imagination and your fingers. You were so damn tired of waiting.

What you didn’t know is that, one day, when you were playing your little game of imagination and you thought he was out with the boys, he actually came back earlier to your place and heard you calling his name. He walked to your room but didn’t enter, realising that you were not calling him but moaning his name. He looked at you, spread on your bed, eyes closed, your nightgown rose just above your thighs, fingers dancing in circles on your sex, chest panting, going up and down, lips shaking sometimes drawing his name. You were too caught in your pleasure that nothing could distract you. Gosh you were so beautiful like that. He wanted to step in, take off his clothes and give you what you wanted once and for all. His heart was beating so fast, adrenaline kicking in, he was so ready. Until you came. He missed his chance to make you feel good, maybe another time.

Tonight was an event at Tommy’s house. Family, friends and important people will be there to celebrate the third year of the Grace Shelby Institute. Everyone was invited, and since you are Michael’s girlfriend you must go. Not like it was a chore at all, you like going out, especially if you can wear a very nice and fancy dress. Yours for tonight is long, silky and baby pink. You also wear long sleeve gloves in matching material and color. You took a lifetime to prepare yourself to get nice and voluptuous hair, and soft makeup, but it was worthy because in the end you were breathtaking. “Y/N, we’re gonna be late !” Michael yelled at the bottom of the stairs. He’s been ready an hour ago. 

“I’m coming !” you yelled back from your room. “Wish I was saying this in another circumstance…” you muttered to yourself. You looked at yourself in the mirror one last time, pressing your lips to make sure your lipstick was in place. You stood at the top of the stairs and saw Michael walking in circles waiting for you. “I’m here” you announced.

“Ugh… Final-” Michael didn’t finish his sentence when he saw you coming down the stairs. You stopped on the last step to have your face at his level. He didn’t say anything, he just stared at you, eyes analysing every inch of your face with a spark. 

“I guess you like it” you chuckle breaking the silence. 

“I like it ? No, no Y/N… I adore it” he sighed with a choked giggle. You tried to hide your smile tightening your lips. He took your hand and helped you go down the last step. He then cupped your face in his big yet soft hands and gave you a chaste kiss, to not ruin your lipstick. Oh how you wished he ruined it. “Let’s go ?” he whispered.

“Let’s go” you confirmed. He took his hands off of you and instead, placed one in your hand. You both walked out to your car where your chauffeur was waiting.

Michael opened the door for you and helped you climb in. Michael, once sat down, automatically rest his hand on your thigh on a respectable level. You looked at it wishing he would bury it between your legs. You chuckled a bit realising you were having those wild and dirty thoughts while wearing the fanciest dress ever. The ride was silent, with of a few glimpses sometimes. Your heart was beating so fast, you didn’t really know why. Maybe it was his hand still on your thigh, squeezing it each time there was a bump on the road. Or maybe, it was the memory of his face when he saw you walking down the stairs twenty minutes ago. Or maybe just because you were simply in his company, and you felt like a 12 year-old hanging out with her crush. Finally, you saw Thomas’ house in the distance. When the car stopped and the chauffeur got down, Michael leaned to your ear and whispered “you look angelic Y/N”. You turned slightly your head to face him, lips so close yet so far from each others. He looked alternatively to your eyes and lips, leaning a little more. Time stopped, space disappeared, it was just you two. You closed your eyes in anticipation to receive a kiss from him, but it all fell down when the chauffeur opened your door, making you jump. Michael and you straighten, a bit embarrassed. Your cheeks coloured in red. “Wait here” he just said. He get out first, walked around the car to your door, and reached out his hand to you. The party already started and you could hear laughters and music inside.

When you both entered, a butler offered you a glass of champagne that you accepted. “Cheers” Michael said tinkling lightly his glass on yours. You nodded in response before lip-dip the alcohol. Polly arrived a few minutes later, greeting you both and congratulating you on the way you look tonight. Polly always loved you, which was something you were very proud of, since she hated all Michael’s girlfriends. You were different, pure, pushing Michael to be a good man, even though that’s not your job. He just wanted to be a better man when he was with you. Someone interrupted your conversation, asking Polly and Michael to join Tommy in his office. “Now ?” Michael asked annoyed. “Yes, sir” the butler confirmed. Michael turned to you “I’m sorry I gotta go-”

“It’s alright” you replied. It was not. You wanted him to stay with you. “I’ll wait, don’t worry”.

Michael sighed and gave you a light kiss on your cheek “I’ll be quick”. He left his glass of champagne on the nearest table and walked away. You looked around and saw people having fun, laughing and some of them were dancing. You were not really the type of person that goes and chat easily with others so you just stayed in your corner, waiting for Michael to come back.

“It looks like I’ve found someone more bored than I am” a man’s voice said. You turned to see who was speaking. He was young, around 25 years-old, dark hair, deep blue eyes and a little taller than Michael. He was handsome.

“Me ? Oh no no I’m not bored” you replied a bit embarrassed by his comment.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell the host.” he chuckled, amused by your awkwardness. “I’m Pete. You ?”

“Y/N” he took your hand to place a light kiss like every gentleman would do. If Michael saw this, he would burn the poor man down. 

“Nice to meet you, Y/N” he smiled. Gosh he’s really pretty. He started a conversation, and you found yourself pretty comfortable in his presence. He told you about his new business in London, his hobbies and you found out he was a distant cousin of Grace. The conversation was fluid with light laughters here and there. The orchestra played a new song and Pete’s eyes lit up. 

“Y/N would like to dance with me ?” You hesitated, thinking of Michael. But you still agreed. It’s been almost an hour and Michael wasn’t back. You too, wanted to enjoy your night. And it’s just a dance, right ? Pete took you by the hand and guided you to the middle of the room. He placed his left hand in the middle of your back and the other in yours. He then led the dance, making you twirl when he felt like it. It was nice. All of this was nice. But it wasn’t perfect, because he was not Michael. Your thoughts have been stopped by a hand on your shoulder, making you jump and forcing Pete to stop the dance. 

“What’s going on ?” a familiar voice said. Michael. You felt bad for a second for accepting Pete’s invitation. 

“Um, you’re kind of the middle of something…” Pete responded.

“I’m just dancing, Michael” you intervened innocently.

“Do you know him, Y/N ?” asked Pete

“Yes, she does” replied Michael for you. “She’s my girl”. That was definitely not the right moment for this, but your temperature heat up for a second after he called you that. His girl. Not anyone’s else. His. Michael left, leaving you and Pete in the middle of the dancefloor.

“I gotta go” you told Pete, “It was very nice to meet you”. You ran behind Michael, calling his name so he would stop. He didn’t. Instead he took his coat and yours handing it to you. 

“Let’s go home” he spat, barely looking at you.

“Michael, it’s alright, it’s just a dance-”.

“I said, let’s go home” he cut you through clenched teeth. Again, not the right moment, but the way he got closer to you and his hot breath on your lips, made you a little horny. The car arrived in front of the door but this time Michael didn’t take the time to open it for you, instead the chauffeur did. The ride seemed longer than the first one. Cold and silent. Michael didn’t want to talk to you but neither did you. It was just a dance after all !

When you finally entered his house, you sighed expecting to begin an argument. But again he didn’t say a thing. So you just got to your shared room, leaving your coat downstairs. You looked at yourself in the mirror and thought it was a shame to wear such a nice dress and coming back this early from the party. In the reflexion of the mirror, you saw Michael who entered the room, standing behind you. “It was just a dance Michael” you said starting to take off one of your gloves. 

“Don’t.” he replied. You looked at him through the mirror, confused.

“What ?”

“Don’t take off your gloves”. He stepped closer to you till his chest brushed your back. This slight touch made you lose your mind. This all night was already making you lose your mind. You felt his breath on your neck, but he didn’t touch you.

“What do you want, Michael ?”

“You”. That was quick and dry, like a knife. You coughed, not expecting this answer. You tried to formulate a response but all that came out was mumbles 

“I… Yo… I-I”.

“I want you Y/N” he whispered softly in your ear, sending shivers all over your body. And he noticed. He turnt you so you face him, pulling you close. “And I thought understand that’s what you want too ?” he teased. You nodded. 

“Why now ?” you asked lips shaking.

“Seeing you and that bastard at Tommy’s… I don’t know I just clicked. I’ve been wanting you for so long now, I didn’t want to rush things, too scared to lose you. But when you were dancing with him, I thought…” he leaned a little placing his lips next to your ear “You’re mine.” you flinched, feeling your legs slowly crumble “But to make you mine in the eyes of everyone else, I need to show them. To mark you.” you let a shaky breath closing your eyes. Your heart was beating so fast and thought you might faint. Suddenly it was too much. 

“Michael…” you managed to whisper.

“Shhh… Don’t worry, love, I got you” he slid his fingertips on your arms until he reached your hands and guided you to the bed. “Y/N before anything happens, I need to make sure you trust me. I need you to tell me to stop if it’s too much, can you do that for me, darling ?” You nodded frantically. “No, baby, tell me, use your words” he corrected you.

“Michael, I trust you. I know you will never hurt me, or make me feel bad and uncomfortable. I-I… I love you”. His eyes that were staring at your lips to see if a lie would slip out, now locked on yours. “I love you” you repeated answering the questions in his eyes. He cupped your face in his hands and gave you a passionate kiss. Here it is, the touch you’ve been craving the whole night.

“I love you too, Y/N” he looked at your dress one last time before taking it off of you. He started with your gloves, taking it one at a time, slowly, gently, sensually. Your hands finally touching. Michael kissed you from your fingertips and all the way up to your shoulders, on both arms. He then placed his lips on your neck, sucking on your sweet spot. “Here’s my first mark” he said proudly and you moaned in pleasure.

“Make some more” you pleaded.

He moved his hands on your back, on the top of your dress, slipping his fingers on the edge of it. “Can I take it off ?” he kissed you more.

“Take off your shirt first” he stepped back to unbutton his jacket, his vest suit already gone. “No !” you stopped him with your hands on his. “I...I-I’ll do it. Please ?” he dropped his arms down his body, allowing you to do the job. Your hands were shaking, you were clearly nervous. Why ? You’ve been wanting this for months. Plus it was Michael, the person you love and trust the most on this planet. You knew him by heart. You were so nervous you forgot how to unbutton a shirt. Michael saw your attitude and decided to put his hands on your shoulders, gently caressing them. His touch immediately calmed you down. It’s just Michael. Your Michael. Because if you’re going to be his, then he will be yours. That’s what soulmates do. You finally managed to take off his white shirt, tossing it on the floor. His chest was broad and panting. Maybe he was as nervous as you are. You traced your fingers on his muscles that you were seeing for the first time. Gosh, he was so perfect, better than in your imagination. You lift your eyes, meeting his that were devouring your every move. “Your turn” inviting him to take off your dress.

Slowly but surely, he let his hands slipping the silk material on your soft skin. You didn’t wear a bra, not with this dress, so your breast was immediately exposed, surprising Michael who saw your body for the first time. You were standing there, only wearing your garter belt, glowing under the moonlight shining through the window. And he couldn’t talk, couldn’t say a damn word, because it would be useless. What can he tell you ? You’re beautiful ? Not enough. You’re perfect ? You are beyond that. I would die for you ? That could work. So he just kissed you. Again and again. His hands in your hair, yours on his forearms to keep you from falling. Michael then moved them down to your chest but didn’t touch your boobs yet. 

“Can I touch you like that ?” He whispered.

“Please, Michael”. He didn’t waste any more time and carressed the delicate skin, before pinching your nipples. You moaned surprised by the sensation. You never thought of doing this by yourself, how could you not ? He then licked and bit them, alternatively. Gosh… you thought out loud. He sucked the upper part of your tits making a second mark. You’re his a little more.

He pushed you, never leaving his mouth from your breast, until the back of your knees hit the bed, making you fall and him on top of you. “Move back” he ordered you. So you did. You’d do anything. Your head rested on the pillows and you placed yourself to be comfortable enough. Michael was still on top of you kissing you everywhere now. On your chest, stomach, neck. His hands were travelling the same way. He reached your panties but he suddenly stopped moving. 

“After that, there will be no returning, love. Do you still want to do it ?” Michael asked wanting to make sure of your intentions. In response you dragged his face to yours, and kissed him to make him understand you were more than fine with what is going to happen.

“Make me yours, Michael.” He kissed you back before placing himself between your legs. He first traced small and wet kisses down your thighs, stroking them in the same time. When he reached the bottom, he looked at you one last time to have your consent. You nodded, breathing sharply when his warm fingers took off all of your lingerie set and tossed it on the floor. “Tell me when to stop”

“You should begin first” you joked causing him to give you a cheeky look. He put a first finger on your clit and you swore you could come just from this. He started moving it slowly letting the pleasure grow. He draw small circles forcing you to close your eyes. You moaned his name and few curses.

“You know… I saw you one time getting off.” you settled back on your elbows

“What ?!”

“Yeah I came home earlier and you were there… on your bed… moaning my name, playing with your clit” you were so embarrassed and you wished you could say something but Michael was doing such a good job with his fingers, you were too caught in your pleasure, words couldn’t come out. “I saw you fingering yourself until you came. I should’ve have done that to you. Finger you, make you come all over my hands. Fuck, when you came and screamed my name… ‘Made me lose my shit, baby” you hummed in pleasure, his fingers still working on your clit. “Now I get to do that.” and with that his slide a finger in you. You gasped, grabbing the sheets. “That’s alright, honey, I got you” he started pumping agonisingly slow, letting you adjust. Honey. That was your favourite pet name. Honey is sweet, sounds like spring or a summer night, tastes like love and intimacy.

“Fa-faster…” you managed to exhale. He followed your order, wanting nothing more than making you feel good. You gasped loudly, eyes opening wide when he unlocked a particular sensitive part of you. “Wh-what was that ?”

“Your sweet spot, my love. Do you want me to do it again ?” You nodded eagerly. He brushed over it again, coming back and forth.

“Oh god.. Michael, it feels so good…”

“You like that baby girl ?” exactly like you imagined previously. Better actually. “Maybe you will like this then” he buried his face between your thighs and starting licking your soaked pussy, tongue flat. You automatically grabbed his hair making him hummed, sending vibrations. All of it was too much: the finger playing with your g-spot, the sucking on your clit and the vibrations of his moans. It was too much but so addictive. He kept his pace for a while before going a little faster when he felt you clench around his finger. 

“Mickey… God… Fuck… I-I’m gonna… Ugh… I’m gonna come”. His slid a second finger in you, helping you reach your orgasm. He watched you and your opened mouth, one hand playing with your tit, the other pulling his hair. You looked like a goddess. He knew he would never get tired of this picture.

“Come for me Y/N, that’s it… Fuck I waited to see you like this for so long, making you feel good. You’re mine Y/N, you’re mine. Come on baby, come on my fingers and my tongue…” His words sent you off, the explosion of pleasure hitting you like a hurricane as you came, screaming his name. He moaned proudly. Finally, he did that to you. Your legs were shaking and you were all tensed up. “Shhh…” he whispered, stroking your legs sweetly. Your chest was panting hard as you tried to recover from your first orgasm with Michael. “I got you, love, that’s it…” he trailed small kisses before locking his lips on yours after you took your breath back. “Y/N, you’re amazing” he coughed a laugh, not believing what just happened. So do you. What just happened ? That was a dream ? It can only be a dream. His hands on your face brung you back to reality. No it was not a dream.

“I want more, Michael” you said shyly, looking at him.

“You’re sure ?”

“Yes. I want you in me. I want you to come with me. Please Michael…” you started kissing him, sucking different spots on his neck.

“Fucking hell Y/N” he moaned “you’re gonna be the death of me”. You travelled your hands to his pants, unbuttoning them never breaking the kiss. You then slid one of them in, and pumped him. His lips parted letting out a loud moan, ending the kiss.

“Let me take them off” you offered. He rolled on his side to let you have access to his suit pants. You straddled on him, and took his pants off. Your few pumps of before made hard, so when you looked back to him, you saw his cock resting on his stomach. Your eyes widen and mouth watered.

“Can I… touch it ?” you asked hesitantly

“Yes, you can” he answered almost desperate. Your hesitation flew away when you had his whole in your palm. It was warm and a perfect weight. Michael hissed at your touch and you realised the power you have on him. You stroked him a few times when you heard his moan. It was music to your ears. You never heard something this beautiful. So you did it again, and again.

“Stop, stop, stop !” he urged you.

“Did I do something wrong ?” your voice was shaking

“No, no, love. It’s just” he sat back to touch your arms. “if you keep going… I might cum too soon, and I don’t want to. I want to make you feel good first, ‘right ?” he whispered that last sentence close to your lips, giving you goosebumps all over your thighs and arms. He closed the space between you two by kissing you. This time, you invited him to slide his tongue to make it more passionate, by parting your lips slightly. He then wrapped you in his arm and rolled you so he was on top of you.

“You’re ready babygirl ?” You nodded nervously but you were totally confident. “Use your words”.

“I’m ready Michael. Please make me yours” you sighed. He stroked two times his cock before placing it at your entrance and finally sliding it into you. You both exhaled a low moan, feeling each other for the first time. It didn’t hurt as much as you heard. He looked at you under him to see how you were handling things and you didn’t seem to have much trouble. So he started moving slowly, letting you feel him entirely.

“Gosh Y/N, I can’t believe I’ve waited so long before doing this. Fuck…”

“Aaah… I can’t believe it either” you moaned. “Michael, that feels so good, oh my god !” you felt him going a little rougher, realising that your words had this effect on him, so you continued. “It’s so perfect Mickey, you make me feel amazing, please keep going…” He grunted going faster and faster, kissing you everywhere he could.

Everything was divine. Really, this moment should be in the Bible, only gods can create that. It was a thousand times better than just your imagination and your poor fingers. You were one now. Both of your bodies mixing, creating this beautiful creature, glistening because of the sweat and the moonlight. The pleasure came back to your body signalling you that you were close.

“Michael… I-I”

“I know, honey.” he breathed out “me too. I’m close too. Fuck-” his pace intensified as you digged your nails in his shoulders and buried your face in the crook of his neck. “Are you gonna come for me love ? Uh ? You wanna come with me ?” You couldn’t respond but he guessed your confirmation. “Let’s do this babygirl, come on, let’s come together” he kept his pace until both of you came undone, at the same moment, in screams of pleasure. He slowed down till he fully stopped moving. You were seeing stars and you didn’t really know if you were still alive. You were breathing heavily, looking at each other, chuckles escaping your mouths.

“Fucking hell” he breathed out, still supporting his body with arms on top of you. You giggled, thinking exactly the same thing. He slowly fell down on you, resting his head on your sweaty chest. You ran your fingers through his messy hair and you wished you could stay like that forever.

“Thank you” you whispered

“I’m sorry I made you wait so long, I just,... I don’t know… I didn’t want you to turn into something you’re not, make you dirty” he admitted.

“It’s fine, don’t worry, I already forget it. I’m yours now.” he rose to face you, your hands falling and on his cheeks.

“And I’m yours. Forever” you smiled widely as you kissed his lips softly like you were making a pact. He returned his head on your chest, never wanting to let you go.

Yeah, definitely, it was better than your imagination.  

[stucky-love-forever]

No More Hiding

No More Hiding

By Stucky-Love-Forever

Warnings - Plot? What plot? XD Its smut.....

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“Why don’t you just cut it?” Sam grumbled as he watched Bucky tear apart the living room trying to find something to tie his hair back. “If it’s bugging you that much, cut it”

Bucky froze, he had thought about it. How freeing it would be to not have the constant reminder of the Winter Soldier staring back at him in the mirror every day. But he wasn’t sure he deserved it, after all the things he’d done, brainwashed or not; he wasn’t sure he deserved freedom. “Because I deserve it, to have to remember what I did”

Sam sighed and dropped the book he’d been trying to read on the table. It was no secret to anyone that Sam and Bucky weren’t best friends, but they were learning to be around each other for Steve’s sake. “Look man, I get the guilt. But it’s like your therapist said, you can’t put it all on yourself. When they triggered you Buck, you had no memory of who you were. I know it’s easy to say man, but it’s not on you” Sam stood from his seat and put his hand on Bucky’s shoulder. “Maybe it’s time to free yourself from the burden man”

“I wouldn’t even know how to have it styled; I doubt my 40’s look is in fashion these days…” Bucky mumbled looking at his feet,

“You’d be surprised man, but maybe short, spike it a bit on top.” Sam went and grabbed his jacket and threw Bucky’s black leather jacket at him too before he changed his mind. “Come on, there’s a barbers down the street. Maybe we can convince them to give you the senior citizen discount” Sam joked.

“Asshole” Bucky grumbled, but a small smile pulled at his lips as he pulled on the jacket and followed Sam out of the tower.

The team arrived back to an empty tower, but that wasn’t anything new. Steve instantly worried about Bucky and sent him a text stating he was back. Since Steve had convinced Bucky to move into the tower and join the team they’d been as close as they’d been before the war…maybe even closer. But that still wasn’t enough for Steve.

Steve had been in love with Bucky since they were kids in Brooklyn, but admitting to being gay in the 1940’s was the same as signing your own death warrant. He knew Bucky would have never judged him for his life choices, in fact Steve remembered Bucky jumping into numerous fights to help gay men who had been set upon in dark allies.

But Steve also remembered cleaning him up after said fights, one guy had pulled a knife on the brunette and he was lucky enough to have only gotten away with a scratch. Whenever Steve questioned why he did it, why he ran into fights that weren’t his, Bucky would say “It shouldn’t matter who you love Stevie”. But even knowing that Bucky was accepting of gay men, Steve wasn’t going to put him in danger, so he did what all gay men did back then…hid in plain sight. Sadly he’d never stopped hiding.

Steve jumped in the shower after receiving a reply from Bucky that he was out shopping with Sam, that had surprised him but he was very happy they were trying to get along. Steve stepped into the steaming hot water and let it wash away the grime and the aches from his hard body.

“You sure it looks ok?” Bucky felt naked, the weight lifted from his head was amazing, but he worried about the style.

“Dude, it looks great. He’s going to love it” Sam said with a smirk knowing exactly what Bucky was worried about.

“I…I’m not…who…” Bucky stumbled nervously over his words, fear rising in his chest at the thought of being caught out.

Sam sighed, Bucky and Steve were both as hopeless as each other “Breathe, I know what I see when you and Steve stare at each other and it’s not just friendship; It’s love. This isn’t the 40’s, it’s not illegal; you love who you love Buck. Trust me, Steve feels the same way”

Bucky’s head started to spin, Sam had clocked his feelings for Steve…did Steve know? If he did he’s never mentioned it, which would mean he wasn’t interested…why would Steve be interested…he was just a broken mess…

The former sergeant’s thoughts were interrupted by Sam’s hand making contact with the back of his head. “What the fuck?” Bucky growled

“Quit putting yourself down, you aren’t broken. You’re a pain in my ass, you’re annoying as fuck, but you aren’t broken!” Sam continued down the street, apparently what Bucky had thought was an inner monologue was clearly said out loud.

Bucky glared at Sam and lightly jogged to catch up with him. “You really think that he….?”

“Don’t make me slap you again!” Sam rolled his eyes and pushed Bucky teasingly “Yes! He does that puppy dog eye thing when you leave the room; it’s all loving and annoying. Sometimes I’m about two seconds from locking you both in a closet and hoping for the best”

Steve pulled himself out of the shower, wrapped a towel around his hips and exited the bathroom. He went to his room and slipped on some grey sweatpants and a white vest. Just as he closed the door behind him he heard the elevator doors ding, signalling the arrival of someone on his floor.

“Buck? You home?” When Steve heard no answer he sped up towards the living area, worrying about a possible breach. What he found made him stop dead; the man standing in the living room took his breath away.

Bucky had stopped off at Sam’s floor so he could clean himself up; he changed into the dark Henley shirt and tight black jeans that hugged his thighs and ass well. Bucky stood nervously in his and Steve’s shared living room. He heard Steve call his name but was too nervous to answer, plus knowing Steve as he did he knew that his Captain America persona would take over and he’d come to check. Bucky faced away from Steve’s direction, so when he heard the blonde’s feet practically slide to a halt; Bucky turned around.

“Hey doll” Bucky smiled, hands in his pockets. He was clean shaven, he was in clothes that fit and showed off his amazing body and he’d cut his hair; it wasn’t like his old 40’s style, it was defiantly more modern but damn he looked amazing. Steve was glad he wore loose sweatpants.

Not only was Steve taken back by Bucky’s change in appearance, but Steve’s heart jumped at the use of the word ‘doll’. Bucky used to sometimes call him that back in Brooklyn in the old days, when they were alone and in their apartment and away from the world.

“Buck….you…you look amazing” Steve blushed at his words and tried to reign them back in but it came across as more incoherent babbling “I…I mean…not that…I mean you always….just…damn”

Bucky smiled at the blush that began to overtake Steve’s body. From the moment Steve found him again he knew there was something between them. Even as he slowly pieced together his old memories that Hydra stole from him, Steve was front and centre. As he got his life back and he could remember their past Bucky came to understand their connection, to him Steve was more than just a friend, he was his everything, his partner, his life, his love. But it was never something he could act upon, it wasn’t safe back then and he’d have done anything to keep Steve safe; including sacrificing his own life, which at one point he did.

“Thank you Stevie, I was hoping you’d like it” Bucky took a few steps towards him “I was nervous, even though Sam said you would” Bucky watched Steve’s face as the weight of his words took hold.

Sam knew how he felt about Bucky; Steve knew this, after all Sam had tried to encourage him to make a move several times. But Sam had told Bucky that he’d like his new appearance….Sam wouldn’t have told him everything, would he? Steve’s mind span and he was pretty sure he was having a panic attack. He couldn’t lose Bucky…. “Buck…” Steve tried to think of what he could say, anything he could say….

Bucky decided this could go one of two ways, very well or very awkwardly but they’d get past it, like the time Steve walked in on him jerking off when they were living together. Bucky had only been glad it wasn’t a moment earlier when he’d been moaning Steve’s name.

Taking a nervous breath Bucky stepped forward and cupped Steve face in his hands, the blonde looked at him with wide but hopeful eyes and that gave Bucky the final push he needed to lean down and capture Steve’s mouth in a gentle kiss.

Steve gasped in delight and gripped the front of Bucky new shirt trying to pull him closer. Bucky used Steve’s gasp to slide his tongue into the blonde’s mouth; the pair both moaning at the sensation. Pulling away for air, Bucky rested his head against Steve’s.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that doll” Bucky smiled

“Probably not as long as I have Buck” Steve laughed thinking he had Bucky beat by a few decades. “I’ve been in love with you since I was 16” he admitted shyly looking down at his feet.

Bucky smirked and lifted Steve’s chin to meet his gaze “Join the club punk”

“But, all your girlfriends?” It was no secret back in the day Bucky had been a bit of a ladies man, he was charming, handsome, he could dance…he had all the women swooning after him…

“It wasn’t safe” Bucky frowned “I could have taken it, the beatings, the threats…but I was never willing to put you in danger Stevie, and you never knew when to step away from a fight” Bucky smirked and reached his metal hand up and brushed along a small cut on Steve’s cheekbone. “And by looks of it, you still don’t”

Steve ignored the comments because all he could focus on was the fact that Bucky was gay too, not only was he gay, but he’d just admitted that he’d been in love with Steve for as long as Steve had been in love with him. Steve reached for Bucky’s face and brought his lips back to his own, kissing him gently before deepening the kiss.

Bucky moaned and started walking Steve backwards down the hall, in the direction of their rooms. The pair laughed into each other mouths as they tried to not bump into any inanimate objects. Bucky turned them into Steve’s bedroom as it was closer. Slamming the door shut behind them, they fell onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, lips and teeth.

Pushing the blonde onto his back, Bucky straddled Steve and gazed longingly down at the man he loved. Was he going to fast? Steve had always been too careful…so shy…

Those thoughts were shoved right out of his mind when Steve reached for the hem of Bucky’s shirt and shoved it upwards and over his head. Steve sat up and wrapped his arms around the brunette’s now bare back, trailing his short nails over the hard muscle as he kissed and nipped at Bucky’s neck and collarbone.

“Fuck Steve” Bucky’s metal hand wound its way into Steve’s soft blonde hair pulling roughly at the strands.

Steve growled and rolled Bucky onto his back and tore off his white vest and slammed his mouth against Bucky’s.

The brunette ran his hands over Steve’s now bare back and down over that amazing ass that was always teasing him. Bucky kneaded the pert muscle and it tensed under his fingers.

“Buck…have you ever done this before?” Steve panted resting his head momentarily against Bucky’s.

“Nope” Bucky stated kissing down Steve’s face; he grazed his teeth over the underside of Steve’s chin. “At least not with anyone else…” Bucky smiled at the moan he’d caused to escape from the blonde’s throat at the thought, “…the internet can be very helpful” He felt Steve nod above him “Have you done this Stevie? Or am I going to be the first guy you fuck?” Bucky nipped the soft skin over his collarbone leaving a small red mark.

“No Buck, only you” the blonde moaned causing Bucky to moan a rough, “good” into Steve’s neck. Steve bit his lip at the possessiveness in Bucky’s tone “touch myself…know what to do…but only wanted you” gasped breathlessly as Bucky sucked a mark on his neck.

“Fuck Steve” Bucky’s hips jerked upwards at his admission “Pants off Rogers” He ordered and Steve wasted no time in doing just that, kicking off the grey material leaving him only in his underwear; before reaching to removed Bucky’s shoes and socks. Steve leaned back over Bucky and dropped kisses over his stomach and abs.

Bucky gasped at the feeling of Steve’s lips, tongue and teeth teasing their way down his stomach. He was already hard as a rock and Steve’s actions were just adding fuel to the fire. He watched Steve slowly unbutton his jeans and pulled them from his body.

The pair each now left in only underwear, Bucky sat up and hooked a finger in the waistband of Steve’s boxers and pulled him closer so that Steve was stood between his legs. Bucky kissed, licked and nipped down Steve’s chest. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to doll…”

Steve smiled down at Bucky and kissed him while grabbing his hand and putted his palm over the outline of his hard cock. “Does that feel like I don’t want to go any further Buck” Bucky groaned at the heavy heat under his hand and rubbed Steve’s cock through the fabric of his underwear. “Fuck” Steve panted running his fingers through Bucky’s now short hair.

Bucky moved his hand away and hooked his fingers under the waistband of the blonde’s tight boxers and slowly pulled them down. Bucky wasted no time taking Steve large length into his hand, he pumped it a few time, revelling in the moans coming from Steve before dropping his mouth the tip letting his tongue swivel in circles around the tip a few times before opening his mouth wide and welcoming the thickness of Steve’s painfully hard cock. Bucky raised his hand to Steve’s balls rolling them in his palm briefly before Steve forced his mouth away.

Steve pulled Bucky’s mouth towards his, moaning at the slight salty taste that lingered on Bucky’s tongue. “If you keep that up I’m not going to last” Steve panted against the brunette’s lips, while reaching down to touch Bucky teasingly, through his underwear.

“Fuck Steve” Bucky tried to grind up against Steve’s fingers to gather more friction. Instead the blonde reached for the band of Bucky’s black boxers “lift” was all Steve said but Bucky didn’t need any further instructions. He practically thrust his hips off of the bed to free himself from the tight fabric, hoping the fast he was out of them the faster Steve could fuck him.

Steve moved away from Bucky momentarily to gather something from the draw, the brunette saw it was lube and he groaned in delight. He’d been waiting for this for as long as he could remember.

Steve knelt at the bottom of the bed and kissed his way up Bucky’s strong thighs, stealing a few licks of Bucky’s weeping cock before reaching his finger between the brunette’s ass cheeks. “Bucky are you sure you want me to…” Steve looked down at Bucky’s ass, questioning if Bucky really wanted Steve inside of him; maybe Steve had miss understood. “I’m sure Steve, no part of me was joking when I was happy that I’d be the first guy you’d fuck” Bucky saw the doubt in Steve’s eyes and decided to explain further “Even when we were kids, all my dream were you fucking me Stevie. Always”

Steve’s eyes darkened with lust and he was back on top of Bucky in a second, kissing him with every ounce of passion he had in his body. Steve pulled away, he moved Bucky’s legs and manoeuvred them so the brunette was spread wide for him and grabbed the lube with new found confidence. Coating his fingers with an ample amount of lube Steve slowly began stroking up and down Bucky’s crease and circling the puckered hole, much like he’d done on himself.

As soon and he felt Bucky relax against his fingers he pushed his middle finger into him, slowly knuckle by knuckle until his hand met the soft skin on Bucky’s ass. Steve began slowly pumping the finger in and out, his own cock twitching at the sight of Bucky writhing on the bed.

“Steve, more please” Bucky begged needing more of Steve, preferably his cock but Bucky knew he’d make him wait for it. He groaned when he felt Steve slip a second finger into him and then in quick succession a third. Maybe Bucky wasn’t the only one who was impatient. “Fuck yes, Steve. You, need you. I can take it, we’ve waited long enough.” Bucky looked Steve deeply in the eye, knowing it wasn’t going to take much to convince the blonde “Now fuck me, or am I going to have to pin you down and ride you Stevie?”

Steve’s eyes darkened further at the half threat, because in the end it wasn’t a threat because at some point the will be partaking in that activity. Just not today, today Steve was going to fuck Bucky like he’d fantasized about since he was sixteen. Bucky on his back and Steve ploughing into him, with Bucky’s legs tightly around his waist.

Steve slicked up his throbbing cock and lined it up against Bucky’s tight hole. He glanced at the brunette giving him a chance to stop; Bucky’s reply was to push his hips forward causing the head of Steve’s dick to slide into him. They both groaned in pleasure, “Jesus fucking Christ Buck” Steve moaned.

“Language” Bucky teased with a smile; yes the team took great pleasure in filling Bucky in on all of Steve’s escapades while he wasn’t around. Steve groaned and this time not in pleasure and he made a mental not to kill Tony later.  

Bucky curled his legs around the blonde’s waist digging his heels into Steve’s firm ass pulling his closer. Once he was seated Steve took a breath and began slowly moving his hips, pumping leisurely in and out of Bucky. “Holy fuck Stevie….harder” the brunette panted desperately.

“Jesus Buck, you feel so good” Steve growled before increasing the speed and strength of his thrusts, rolling his hips to find that perfect spot inside of Bucky.

“Right there Steve, fuck doll right there” Bucky groaned pushing up on his elbows so he could kiss Steve, he licked into his mouth their tongues dancing together as Steve’s hips pushed Bucky further and further towards orgasm. “Fuck doll I’m not going to last” Bucky groaned as Steve brushed his prostate again.

Steve groaned heavily “Me either Buck, holy shit you feel so fucking good.” Steve’s strokes began to stutter and he took hold of Bucky’s dripping cock and began pumping it fast and hard.

Steve I’m gonna come” Bucky bit his lip as Steve stroked cock with new purpose, the blondes hips still thrusting deeply into him “I need you to come with me, come for me Steve” Bucky leaned in and whispered against Steve’s lips.

Bucky came and slammed his lips to Steve’s and the second Bucky tightened around Steve’s dick; the blonde fell apart, coming inside of Bucky.

They lay lazily in each other’s arms swapping gentle breathless kisses, until Steve stood to clean the mess they made. He wiped the sweat and grime from his body before doing the same for Bucky and then lay back down beside the brunette facing him.

“Fuck I wish we’d have done that years ago, think of all the time we missed” Bucky thought aloud sadly, pressing a sweet kiss against Steve’s temple.

“We have time now Buck and we’re safe now. We haven’t got to hide here” Steve smiled and leaned in and pressed his lips to Bucky’s passionately. “No more hiding?” the blonde asked pulling away. Bucky nodded and told Steve to turn around so he could spoon him, he snuggled in and pulled Steve firmly to his chest.

“No more hiding” Bucky agreed lacing his fingers with Steve’s, before the pair quickly drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

[winchesterbrotherstan]

SPN- Croatoan (2.09)

🥺🥺🥺

Pairing: Olive Winchester (sister OC)

Summary: After Sam sees something in a vision, the siblings set out. The case tests their bond, and Dean reveals a startling secret

(tbh i think you can tell how much tv i watch based off how i write descriptions LMAO)

Warnings: cursing, blood, uhh it’s a virus so maybe don’t read if current events are freaking you out, death, some shooting, guns, uhh, so much blood, olive growls a lot i felt like a furry writing this, uhh, idk, the usual

Word Count: 6719

I snorted at Dean’s joke as I pushed the motel door open, tossing the keys onto the table by the window. Dean shut it behind me, and Jinx came running, howling and whining. I looked up to see that the room was empty.

“Sam?”

He popped up between the beds, panting. I shoved the bag of beef jerky into Dean’s hands and ran to Sam, kneeling beside him.

“Sammy?”

“Sam?” Dean joined me, eyebrows creased in concern.

“No…”

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“Continue on OR 224 West.”

“There are only two towns in the US named Rivergrove.”

“How come you’re so sure it’s the one in Oregon?” I asked, running my hand through Sam’s hair.

He sighed and squeezed his eyes shut. “Uh, there was a picture. Crater Lake.”

“Alright, what else?” I coaxed.

“I saw a dark room, some people. A guy tied to a chair.”

“And I ventilated him?” Dean asked, glancing over and then back at the road.

“Yeah.” Sam nodded. “You thought there was something inside of him.”

“What, a demon? Was he possessed?”

“I don’t know.” Sam whispered.

“It’s okay.” I cooed, hand still in his hair.

My arm was hooked around the back of the bench and I was propped up on my own feet, but playing with each other’s hair was something the three of us always did to calm each other. Jinx was standing on her hind legs and pawing at my hands.

“Well,” Dean sighed. “Your weird-ass visions are always tied to Yellow-Eyes somehow… was there any black smoke? Did we try to exorcise it?”

“No.” Sam shook his head. “Nothing, you just plugged him. That’s it.”

“Well, I’m sure there was a logical explanation.” I shot Dean an anxious look.

“I sure hope so.” Sam mumbled.

“What does that mean?”

Sam said nothing, and I looked at Dean again, chewing at my bottom lip.

“I mean, I’m not gonna waste an innocent man.”

Sam’s eyebrows shot up, and I glared at him.

“I wouldn’t!” Dean protested.

“I never said you would!” Sam hissed.

“Fine!”

“Fine!”

“Boys!” I took my hand away from Sam’s hair and sat back down with an angry huff. 

Jinx let out a loud whine, curling up in the backseat.

I sighed. “Cut it out. Look, we don’t know what it is. But whatever it is, that guy in the chair is a part of it. So let’s find him, and let’s see what’s what.”

“Fine.” Dean frowned.

Sam scowled. “Fine.”

                                                              ***

I shivered as we walked across the patchy lawn, toward an older man, who was cleaning his rifle. Jinx pulled on the leash, and Sam cleared his throat as he pulled back. I could barely manage her at this point.

“Morning.” Dean greeted.

“Good morning.” The man set the rifle down. “Can I help you?”

“Yeah.” Dean flashed his badge. “Uh, Billy Gibbons, Frank Beard, Dani Mitchell. U.S. Marshals.”

The man eyed me and then Jinx, and Sam cleared his throat. “She’s a trainee, she’s at the top of her class. This is Jinx.” He motioned to the dog. “She’s also in training.”

“What’s this about?”

“We’re looking for someone.” I spoke, looking up at Sam.

“A young man, early twenties.” He blinked, hard. “Uh, he’d have a, uh, a thin scar right below his hairline.”

“What’d he do?”

“Well, nothing. We’re actually looking for someone else, but we think this young man could help us.”

“He’s not in any sort of trouble or anything.” I eyed the man. “At least not yet.”

Dean’s head tilted ever so slightly, and a small grin flashed over his face. My own lips twitched into a smirk. He had just found us a way in.

“I think maybe you know who he is… Master Sergeant.” He smiled. “My dad was in the Corps. He was a Corporal.”

The man’s face softened. “What company?”

“Echo-2-1.”

Sam and I looked at each other, then back to the man. “So can you help us?”

He hesitated, then sighed. “Duane Tanner’s got a scar like that. But I know him. Good kid, keeps his nose clean.”

“Oh, I’m sure he does.” Dean smiled. “You know where he lives?”

“With his family. Up Aspen Way.” The man pointed.

“Thank you.” Dean nodded his head.

We turned on our heels and started back toward the car. I couldn’t shake the bad feeling in my stomach. I looked over my shoulder, only to see the man staring at us with a nasty glare. I stumbled over a crack in the road, and Dean snatched me back onto my feet.

“You okay, Ol?”

I nodded. “Yeah. Just got a bad feeling.”

Sam was already across the street, staring at something on a telephone pole.

“Sams?”

He waved us over and pointed.

CROATOAN

“What’s that?” Dean frowned.

I huffed. “Roanoke.”

Dean stared blankly.

“Dude. Lost colony? Ring a bell?”

Dean shook his head, and Sam rolled his eyes.

“Did you even pay attention in history class?” I squinted.

“Yeah!” Dean scoffed defensively. “Shots heard round the world, how bills become laws…”

I giggled. “That’s not school, De.”

“That’s Schoolhouse Rock.” Sam scoffed.

Dean rolled his eyes.

“Roanoke was one of the first English colonies in America. What was it, late 1500s?” I looked up at Sam.

“Oh, yeah.” Dean frowned. “Yeah, I do remember that. The only thing they left behind was a single word carved in a tree.”

“Croatoan.”

“Yeah. And I mean, there were all these theories. Indian raid, disease.”

“Nobody knows what happened. They were just gone. Wiped out, overnight.”

“You guys don’t really think that’s what’s going on here… do you?”

I sighed and looked up at the boys. “Sams? What do you think?”

“Whatever I saw, it wasn’t good. But what do you think could do that?”

“I mean, like Dean said, all of your weird-ass visions always have something to do with Yellow Eyes.”

“We should get help.”

“Bobby? Ellen, maybe?”

I shrugged. “I can call Ellen, you call Bobby.”

Dean nodded, fishing his phone out. I dialed Ellen’s number, but the call wouldn’t go through.

I frowned and showed it to the boys. “No signal.”

Sam and Dean shook their heads. They didn’t have any either.

Dean looked around and whacked us each on the arms. “Payphone.”

Dean picked it up and held it out. I stood on my toes to hear. It beeped, the usual out of service beep that came with old phones. The boys looked at each other, and Dean clicked the receiver multiple times.

“Line’s dead.” I sighed.

Dean hung up the phone. “I’ll say one thing, if I were gonna massacre a town, that would be my first step.”

                                                            ***

I shuffled into step behind Sam and Dean as we made our way toward the cabin. I looked around as Dean huffed. We had left Jinx in the car. This looked like the place to get murdered, and we didn’t want her there if that happened.

“I’ve got a bad feeling.” I mumbled.

Sam sighed and knocked on the door. We stared at the tacky sign that read born to fish, forced to work, hung by the door.

“Yeah?” A boy my age opened the door, staring with dead eyes.

I shifted closer to Dean, feeling like I was about to be sick.

Dean flashed his badge. “We’re looking for Duane Tanner. He lives here, right?”

“Yeah, he’s my brother.”

The boys and I shared a look before we turned back to the boy.

“Can we talk to him?”

“Oh, he’s not here right now.”

Dean sighed. “Do you know where he is?”

“Yeah, he went on a fishing trip up by Roslyn Lake.”

“Are your parents home?” Sam squinted.

“Yeah, they’re inside.”

“Jake? Who is it?” Mr. Tanner shuffled out into the doorway, standing by his son.

“Hi, U.S. Marshals, sir. We’re looking for our son, Duane.”

“Wh-why?” Mr. Tanner’s eyes got wide, but he too, looked like there was nothing inside.

I cleared my throat and inched further away, bumping into Dean’s side. His hand landed on my shoulder as Mr. Tanner spoke again.

“He’s not in trouble, is he?”

“No, no, no.” Dean shook his head. “We just need to ask him a couple of routine questions, that’s all.”

“When’s he due back from his trip?” Sam forced a polite smile.

“I’m not sure.”

“Well, maybe your wife knows?” I piped up.

“No, I don’t know.” Mr. Tanner began to stumble over his words. “She’s not here right now.”

“Your son said she was.” My eyes narrowed.

“Did I?”

I couldn’t stop the confused scowl that danced over my face as I looked back at Jake.

“She’s getting groceries. So, when Duane gets back, there’s a number where he can get a hold of you?”

“Oh, no.” Dean shook his head and grabbed my shoulder, pulling me back. “We’ll just check in with you later.”

We turned and walked down the steps. The door slammed shut before we made it back onto the dirt path. Dean turned with a furled lip, and Sam looked uneasy.

“That was creepy.”

“Yeah. A little too Stepford?” Dean offered.

“Big time.” Sam agreed.

We looked around, noticing that these people had no neighbors within at least a mile. Dean and Sam shared a look, and I caught Dean’s eye, nodding.

“Stay behind me.” He ordered as he pulled his gun out.

Sam and I followed suit, leaving me, as usual, sandwiched between the two. Dean led the way, sneaking around to the back of the house. Dean cleared his throat before setting himself up. I flinched as he kicked the back door down. We rushed in, guns raised.

Tanner came at us with a knife, but Dean reacted faster, shooting him at least three times, shredding his chest to pieces. The boy jumped through the window, leaving glass shards as he darted off into the woods. I lined up my shot, but before I could pull the trigger, Sam knocked my gun from my hands. I jumped with a squeak, and Dean was immediately at our sides. He pulled me into his chest and stared at Sam, panting.

                                                            ***

Sam helped Beverly out of the backseat as Dean and I popped the trunk, eyes darting around every few seconds. The wind howled, and I jumped, growling back. Jinx was standing by my side, a similar growl leaving her mouth.

Dean sighed as he grabbed my arm. “You’re okay. Come on.”

I slammed the trunk shut as Dean grunted, shuffling under the weight of Tanner’s dead body. I walked two steps ahead of him, pushing the door of the clinic open and holding it for him. We walked down the hall, apprehensive as we turned the corner and rounded into a room. Jinx ran straight into Sam, who squatted and patted her head.

“Is that…”

“Mr. Tanner.” Dean cut the woman in the white coat off.

“Was he attacked too?”

“Uh… no, actually.” I sighed. “He did the attacking and got himself shot.”

“Shot?” She repeated.

“Yeah.”

“Who are you?”

“U.S. Marshals.” I flashed my badge.

“Oh. Bring him back here.” The doctor beckoned for us to follow.

                                                            ***

I watched, leg bouncing up and down as Dr. Lee helped Beverly with her wound.

“Wait, you said Jake helped him? Your son Jake?”

Beverly nodded. “They beat me. Tied me up.”

“I…” The secretary, Pam, sighed. “I don’t believe it.”

“Pam.” Dr. Lee warned. “Beverly… do you have any idea why they would act this way? Any history of chemical dependency?”

“No, of course not!” Beverly shook her head. “I don’t know why! One minute they were my husband and son.” She sniffled. “And the next, they had the devil in them.”

My eyes widened and I looked up at Dean. He shot the same look back before nodding at Sam, then jerking his head to the side over his shoulder.

“Those guys were absolutely fucked.” Dean whispered.

“What do you think? Multiple demons? Mass possession?”

“If it is a possession, there could be more. I mean, fuck knows how many. Could be like a fucking Shriner convention.”

“Great.” I sighed.

“Of course, that’s one way to wipe out a town. Take it from the inside.”

“I don’t know, man. We didn’t see any demon smoke, or any of our other usual cues.”

“Well, whatever.” Dean scowled.

“Something turned him into a monster, Sams.”

“And you know, if you would’ve let Olive take care of the other one, there’d be one less to worry about.”

“I’m sorry, alright! Dean, it was a kid!”

“No, it was an it. Not the best time for a bleeding heart, Sammy.” Dean scoffed.

Dr. Lee came out of the room, heels clicking loudly. The three of us whipped around, clearing out throats.

“How’s the patient?”

“Terrible!” Dr. Lee sighed. “What the hell happened out there?”

“We don’t know.” Dean told the truth.

“Yeah? Well, you just killed my next door neighbor.”

“We didn’t have a choice.”

“Maybe so… but we need the county Sheriff. I need the coroner.”

“Phones are down.” I shook my head.

“I know, I tried. Tell me you have a police radio in the car?”

“We do. But it’s fried, just like everything else.”

Dr. Lee sighed. “I don’t understand what’s happening.”

“How far is it the next town?” Dean looked up, thinking.

“It’s about forty miles down to Sidewinder.”

Dean nodded. “Alright. We’ll go down there, see if we can find some help.” He looked down at me, then clapped Sam’s shoulder. “Sam here’ll stick around, keep you guys safe.”

“Safe from what?” Dr. Lee squinted.

“We’ll get back to you on that.”

                                                            ***

“What the fuck?” I mumbled as Dean stopped the car.

The Oregon plates on the totalled car read WTF 4C7. We shared a look, and I huffed. He tucked his gun into his waistband, and I did the same. We got out of the car and gave each other another look.

Watch each other’s backs.

He took the lead as we stalked toward the SUV. The windows were smashed. I flinched as we circled the car. The seats were covered in blood, and the baby seat in the back was drenched. I shuddered and looked over to the other side of the car. Dean was nowhere to be seen.

My gun immediately went back up and I bared my fangs, letting the stream of blood fall down my chin. I slowly made my way around the front of the car, hands shaking.

“Shit.”

I huffed as I recognized Dean’s voice. I swung around to face the driver’s door. Dean eyed me from his spot on the ground, a bloody bowie knife in his hand. I let my gun go slack as I sighed, and he stood, dropping the gun.

“Did you see all that blood?” I asked, shivering.

“Yeah. Something’s wrong. Let’s go.”

                                                            ***

“Oh, son of a bitch.” Dean groaned as he pumped the brakes.

I sighed as he stopped the car. The bridge out of town was blocked by trucks and SUVs, and there were six or seven guys with rifles circling around. Dean looked over at me, and there was a thump on the roof of the car. Dean jumped, and I snarled. Dean’s hand slapped over my mouth as a man leaned in through Dean’s window.

“Oh, hey, hi.” Dean stuttered.

“Sorry. Road’s closed.”

“Yeah, we can see that.” I spat, shoving Dean’s hand away.

He shot me a glare and turned back with a smile. “What’s up?”

“Quarantine.” The man eyed me.

“Quarantine? What is it?”

“Don’t know. Something’s going around out there.” The man kept his eyes on me.

“Uh huh.” Dean shifted, blocking me from his view. “Who told you that?”

“County Sheriff.”

“Is he here?” Dean asked.

“No. He called.” The man looked around Dean, eyes locking back on me.

I grabbed a fistful of Dean’s jacket. The sheriff couldn’t have called. The phones were still down.

“Say, why don’t you get out of the car and we’ll talk a little?”

Dean chuckled, nervous. “Well, you are a handsome devil, but I’m on the clock here.”

“I’d sure appreciate it if you got out of the car. Just for a quick minute.”

“Yeah.” Dean’s arms tightened on the wheel, and I reached for the gear knob. “I’ll bet you would.”

I pulled it into reverse and Dean swung the car around. The man reached in and grabbed Dean by the collar before we could take off. The men at the roadblock began to shoot, and Dean gunned it, swerving the car and shaking the man off. I panted as we drove off.

                                                            ***

“What the fuck is going on?” I hissed.

“I don’t know, pumpkin.” Dean sighed. “Can you control yourself right now?”

I sighed. “Barely. If I get spooked one more time I might snap.”

“I’m right here. Okay?”

I nodded as he gave me a soft smile. I glanced back at the road and yelped.

“Dean, stop!”

Dean slammed the brakes as Mark stepped into the middle of the road, rifle aimed at us.

“Hands where I can see them!”

“Son of a-”

“Get out of the car!” Mark screamed. “Out!”

I kept my mouth shut, but I couldn’t help the low growl that was beginning to rumble in my throat. Dean eyed me as he pushed his door open.

“Okay. It’s okay. We’re okay. Easy there, big guy.”

Mark’s eyes flickered to me, and that was all Dean needed to whip out his gun. “Alright, put it down!”

“Lower it now!” Mark shouted back.

“Put it down!”

“Are you one of them?” Mark stalked closer.

“No! Are you?” Dean inched closer to me.

“No!”

“He could be lying, Dean.”

“So could you!”

“Alright!” Dean huffed. “Alright. We could do this all day, alright? Let’s just… let’s take it easy before we try to kill each other.”

Mark sighed and lowered his gun. Dean did the same, and I shuffled into his side, swallowing the blood in my mouth.

“What’s going on with everybody?”

Dean shook his head. “We don’t know.”

“My neighbor… Mr. Rogers, he-”

I snorted, and Dean blinked. “You’ve got a neighbor named Mr. Rogers?”

“Not anymore.”

Dean and I shared a look, and I held back a laugh.

“He came at me with a hatchet. I put him down. He’s not the only one. It’s happening to everyone.”

Dean nodded. “Look, we’re heading out to the doc’s place. There’s still some people left.”

“No. No way. I’m getting the hell out.”

“There’s no way out.” I snorted. “They’ve got the bridge covered.”

“I don’t believe you.”

Dean shrugged. “Fine. Stay here. Be our guest.”

Mark eyed us and sighed. He put his rifle down and pulled a handgun out, warily pointing it at Dean. I took Dean’s from his hand and pointed it at Mark as we shuffled toward the car.

“Get in the back.” I motioned with the gun.

He slid into the back, the gun still pointed at Dean. I sat sideways in the passenger seat and kept Dean’s gun trained on his head.

“Well…” Dean huffed as he shut the door and started the car. This oughta be a relaxing drive.”

                                                            ***

I was stuck to Dean’s side, gun still on Mark. He kept his on Dean, and I was growing increasingly angrier.

“Sammy!” Dean pounded on the door. “Open up!”

The door swung open, and I heard Sam stumble for words. “Did you guys, uh… get to a phone?”

“Road’s blocked.” I didn’t turn to him.

“We’re gonna have a word. Doc’s inside.” Dean spoke to Mark, pulling me along with him as we shuffled into the building.

Mark put his gun down and continued down the hall, and the boys and I stayed by the door. Dean tugged his gun from my grip, and Sam nudged me.

“What’s going on out there?”

“We don’t know. I mean, I feel like Chuck Heston in the Omega Man. Sarge is the only sane person we could find, and Olive keeps bugging out.”

“I can’t stop it. Something’s putting me on edge and I can’t control it.”

“Sammy, what are we even dealing with?” I wrapped my arms around myself.

“Doc thinks it’s a virus.” Sam tugged his jacket off and draped it over my shoulders.

“Okay, great. What do you think?”

“I think she’s right.” Sam sighed.

“Really?”

“Yeah.” Sam nodded. “And I think the people infected are trying to infect others.”

“How?”

“Blood-to-blood contact. And get this. The virus? It leaves traces of sulfur in the blood.”

“A fucking demonic virus?”

“Yep. It’s like demonic germ warfare. At least it explains why I’ve been having visions. Probably why Ollie’s on edge, too.”

“It’s like a Biblical fucking plague.” Dean grumbled.

“You have no clue how right you are. I’ve been poring through Dad’s journal, found something about the Roanoke colony.”

“What?” I looked up.

“Dad thought Croatoan was a demon’s name. Sometimes known as Deva or Resheph.”

I sighed. “Resheph was the Egyptian personification of the fucking plague.”

“Well, that’s fucking terrific.” Dean grumbled again. “Why here? Why now?”

“I have no idea. But guys, who knows how far this thing can spread? We’ve gotta get the hell out of here. We’ve gotta warn people.”

Dean sighed, a weary look on his face. I huffed.

“He’s right, Dean. We have to let Bobby know. E-Ellen, Jo. Any other hunter. This is big. We can’t stop it alone.”

“They’ve got one! In here!”

The three of us jumped before scrambling into the next room. Mark was pointing at Beverly through the window. Dean squinted.

“What are you talking about?”

“The wife. She’s infected.”

“We’ve gotta take care of this.” Mark sighed. “We can’t just leave her in there. My neighbors, they were strong. The longer we wait, the stronger she’ll get.”

Dean only paused for a second before pulling his gun and stalking into the lab. Sam and I scrambled to follow with eyes bulging out of our heads.

“What do you mean you’re gonna kill Beverly Tanner?”

“Wait, hold on.” I blurted as we walked in. “Could there be any kind of treatment, Doc? Maybe some kind of cure for this?”

“Can you cure it?” Dean repeated.

“I don’t even know what it is.”

“I told you, it’s just a matter of time before she breaks through.”

“Just leave her in there. You can’t shoot her like an animal!” Pam cried.

“Sam. Olive.” Dean called for us as we walked over to the door of the utility room.

Dean and I pulled our guns out, and Mark shakily did the same. Sam carefully opened the door, only to reveal Beverly on the floor, knees drawn to her chest. She jumped at the sight of us and began to sob.

“Mark, what are you doing? Mark, it-it’s them! They locked me in here! They tried to kill me! They’re infected, not me! Please, Mark! You’ve known me all your life! Please!”

“Are you sure she’s one of them?” I whispered.

Sam nodded, baby face twisted in pure distress. Mark let his arm go slack as he took a step back. Dean sighed, and I shook my head. I clenched my jaw and fired twice.

                                                            ***

Mark peered through the shades. I finished sharpening Sam’s knife before handing it back to him. Dean was loading his gun. Jinx was curled at our feet, whining. A vial shattered, and there was a scream.

“Oh god! Is there any on me? Am I okay?”

“You’re clean, you’re okay.” Dr. Lee reassured her.

“Why are we staying here?” Pam squealed. “Please, let’s just go!”

“We can’t, because those things are everywhere.”

Pam slumped down to the floor with a whine, and Dr. Lee knelt beside her.

“She’s right about one thing.” Sam whispered. “We can’t stay here. We’ve gotta get out of here. Roadhouse, maybe?” He shook his head. “Somewhere. We have to let people know what’s coming.”

“Yeah, good point.” Dean sighed. “Night of the Living Dead didn’t exactly end pretty.”

“Well, I’m not sure we’ve got a choice.” Mark huffed. “Lots of folks up here are good with rifles. Even with all your hardware, we’re easy targets. So unless you’ve got some explosives…”

Sam sighed, and his eyes widened as he realized something. I looked up at him and followed his line of sight. Dean looked at us, confused.

“We could make some.”

“Yeah.” Sam started for the high shelf and went for the bottles of Potassium Chloride.

Someone started to pound on the door, and the three of us scrambled back just as Mark swung the door open.

“It’s Duane Tanner!”

Duane limped in, backpack swung over his shoulder. “Thank God.”

“Duane, are you okay?”

Dean and I turned to Sam.

“Is that… the guy that… Dean…” I slowly slashed a hand across my throat as Dean let out a whistle.

“Yeah.”

“Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Easy, there, chief.” Dean grabbed Duane’s arm. “Hey, Doc! Come give Duane a good once-over, would you?”

“Pam?” Dr. Lee called as she led us into the examination room.

“Who are you?” Duane fussed against Dean’s arm.

“Never mind who I am.” He shoved him into the room. “Doc?”

“Yeah, okay.” She eased.

“Duane. Where’ve you been?” Mark questioned.

“I was on a fishing trip up by Roslyn. I came back this afternoon. I… I saw Roger McGill being dragged out of his house. By people we know! They started cutting him with knives! I ran! I’ve been hiding in the woods ever since… has anybody seen my mom or dad?”

Dean swallowed and turned to us. “Awkward…”

Duane sat on a stool, and Dr. Lee groaned.

“You’re bleeding.”

Dean took a step forward. “Where’d you get that?”

“I was running, I must’ve tripped.”

Dean didn’t miss a beat. “Tie him up, there’s rope in there.”

“Wait!” Duane got to his feet.

Dean, without hesitation, pulled his gun. “Sit down!”

“I’m sorry, Duane.” Mark untangled the ropes. “He’s right. We’ve gotta be careful.”

“Careful? About what?”

“Did they bleed on you?” I squinted, feeling uneasy.

“No! What the hell? No!”

“Doc, is there any way to know for sure? Any test?”

Dr. Lee sighed. “I’ve studied Beverly’s blood-work backwards and forwards.”

“My mom!” Duane sat up.

“It took three hours for the virus to incubate. The sulfur didn’t appear in the blood until then, so… no. No, there’d be no way of knowing. Not until after Duane turns.”

“Guys, I’ve gotta talk to you. Now.” Sam pulled on our sleeves.

Dean and Mark shared a look before Sam dragged us out.

“What’s going on, Sams?”

“This is my vision. It’s happening.”

“Yeah.” Dean huffed. “I figured.”

“Okay, well, what do we do so that it doesn’t turn out the way it did?”

“We can’t kill him. We don’t know if he’s infected or not.”

“Well, I think we’re pretty damn sure, Sam. Guy shows up out of nowhere, he’s got a cut on his leg, his whole family’s infected?”

Sam sighed. “Alright, then we should keep him tied up, we should wait and see.”

“For what? For him to Hulk out and infect somebody else? No thanks, can't take that chance.” Dean started to push past Sam, but Sam slammed a hand onto his chest and stopped him.

“Hey, look, man. I’m not happy about this, okay? But it’s a tough job and you know that.”

“It’s supposed to be tough, Dean. we’re supposed to struggle with this. That’s the whole point.”

“And what does that buy us, Sam?”

“A clear conscience, for one!”

“Well, it’s too late for that.”

Sam and I shared a look, both sighing. Sam stopped Dean again. “What the hell happened to you?”

“What?” Dean spat back.

“You might kill an innocent man, and you don't even care! You don't act like yourself anymore, Dean. Hell, you know what? You're acting like one of those things out there.”

“Dean, I thought we were past this.” I whispered.

Dean only nodded. He moved again, and Sam reached out to stop him a third time. Dean pushed him into the wall, hard. I snarled and ran after Dean, but he shoved me back into the room and locked the door.

“Dean!”

“Hey!” Sam was now at my side, pushing at the door. “Open the door, Dean! Don’t do it! Dean!”

“Dean, don’t!”

There was a long silence, and Sam and I stared at each other, horrified. Dean wasn’t himself. He seemed more like Dad every day, and the influence of Gordon was still lingering.

The door unlocked, and Sam and I both jumped to push it open. We stumbled out into the hallway. Dean caught me as I tripped. I looked up to see his face clean of blood.

“Did you-”

“No.”

                                                            ***

Jinx yawned, and I did the same. Sam shoved another rag into a bottle, and Dean handed me the one he had just finished. I tucked it aside with the others and sighed. The door opened, and Dr. Lee strode in, hands in her pockets.

“It’s been over four hours. Duane’s blood is still clean. I don’t think he’s infected. I’d like to untie him, if that’s alright.”

Dean glanced up at us, then looked back down, lowering his head. Sam and I sighed, and Sam nodded.

“Sure.”

She nodded and shut the door behind her. Sam shifted in his seat, looking over at Dean.

“You know I’m gonna ask you why.”

“Yeah. I know.” Dean huffed.

“So why? Why didn’t you do it?”

There was a long beat, and Dean tossed a rag aside. “We need more alcohol.”

Sam huffed and got up, leaving. Jinx whined, but she stayed in her spot. I yawned again, and Dean crossed his arms over his chest. I sat in Sam’s empty seat and leaned forward.

“Why didn’t you do it?”

Dean looked away.

“De.”

“I don’t wanna be Dad.”

A wave of relief washed over me and I sighed. There was a crash from the next room over. Dean and I both shot up, sharing a look.

“Sam.”

We each pulled out our guns and ran to the door, met by Mark, who also had a gun in his hand. I tried the handle, but it was locked. I nodded at Dean, who reared back before kicking it open. Pam was straddling Sam, hand to his chest. Dean fired three times, and Pam fell to the floor, dead.

“Sams, oh my god.” I tucked my gun into my waistband.

“No!” Mark grabbed me by the upper arm and yanked me back.

A snarl ripped past my lips and I bared my fangs at him. Mark jumped away, and I knelt next to Sam, reaching for his hand.

“She bled on him. He’s got the virus.”

Sam pulled his hand away from me, eyes wide. My eyes began to fill with tears as I looked down at his bloodied chest. I looked over my shoulder at Dean.

“What do we do?”

                                                            ***

Sam was sitting on the exam table, a bandage taped to his chest. His head was down, and he was near tears. The others were crowded in the room, and Dean was pacing. I sniffled, arms crossed over my chest.

“Doc, check his wound again, would you?”

There was a long pause, and Dean’s head snapped up, fire in his eyes.

“Doctor!”

Mark scowled. “What’s she need to examine him for? You saw what happened.”

Dr. Lee sighed. “Did her blood actually enter your wound?”

“Come on, of course it did!” Mark spat.

“We don’t know that for sure.” Dean tried to reason.

“We can’t take a chance.”

“Doc, just… check again. Please.” I begged.

“You know what we have to do.” Mark crossed his arms over his chest.

“Nobody is shooting our brother.” Dean snarled.

“He isn’t gonna be your brother much longer. You said it yourself.” Duane snapped.

“Nobody is shooting anyone!”

“You were gonna shoot me!”

“You don’t shut your damn mouth, I might!” I snarled.

“Guys…” Sam spoke up. “They’re right. I’m infected… just give me the gun and I’ll do it myself.”

“Forget it.” Dean scoffed.

“Dean, I’m not gonna become one of those things.”

“Sams, we still have time.” I whined.

“Time for what? Look, I understand he’s your brother, and I’m sorry, I am. But we gotta take care of this.” Mark pulled out his handgun.

I bared my fangs, growling. Mark stuck his gun against my forehead.

“What the hell are you?”

“Something that can kill you, no doubt.” I hissed.

Dean eased a hand onto my shoulder and tugged me away. Mark’s gun went down, and Dean got in his face.

“I’m gonna say this one time.” Dean spoke slowly. “You make a move on either of them, you’ll be dead before you hit the ground.”

Mark said nothing.

“You understand me?”

Still, nothing.

“Do I make myself clear!”

“Then what are we supposed to do?”

There was a long pause, and Dean and I shared a look. I nodded, and Dean fished his keys from his pocket. He tossed them to Mark.

“Get the hell out of here, that’s what. Take my car. You’ve got the explosives. There’s an arsenal in the back. You’ve got enough firepower to handle anything now.” Dean eyed me. “Take the rest of them.

“What?” I gasped as Dean pushed me toward Mark.

“Well, what about you?” Mark eyed Dean.

There was a beat, and Sam shook his head. “Dean, no. No! Go with them. This is your only chance!”

Dean shook his head right back. “You’re not gonna get rid of me that easy.”

“No, he’s right.” Mark tried to reason with Dean. “Come with us.”

Dean shook his head. Mark held a hand out for me, and I flinched. I looked at the boys, who both nodded at me. I handed Mark Jinx’s leash with tears in my eyes.

“Take her. Please.”

Mark squinted, and the boys began to protest.

“Go.” I pointed at the door.

Mark shrugged. “Fine. Your funeral.” He led Duane and Dr. Lee toward the door.

“I’m sorry.” Dr. Lee whispered. “Thanks for everything, Marshals.”

Dean snorted. “Oh, uh… actually, we’re not… really Marshals.”

“Oh…” She hesitated before leaving with Mark and Duane.

I hoisted myself onto the exam table as Dean shut the door. Sam began to cry, looking from me to Dean. I leaned my head against his arm, grabbing his hand in mine.

Dean smiled softly. “Wish we had a deck of cards. Or a foosball table or something.”

“Guys.” Sam whimpered. “Don’t do this. Just get the hell out of here.”

Dean shook his head. “No way.”

“Give me my gun, and leave.”

“For the last time, Sams, no.” I hissed.

Sam shrugged me off and stood up, slamming his hands on the table. I jumped, and Dean’s face hardened. Sam sighed, realizing that he scared us both.

“This is the dumbest thing you two have ever done.”

Dean shrugged. “Oh, I don’t know about that. Remember that waitress in Tampa?” He shuddered.

“Ew.” My nose scrunched up.

Sam sighed. “Dean… Olive… I’m sick. It’s over for me. It doesn’t have to be for you.”

“No?”

“No. You guys can keep going. You have before.”

“I don’t want to.” Dean whispered.

I shook my head. “Not without you, bubs.”

“What?”

Dean pulled his gun from his waistband and settled onto the file cabinet, across the room from us. Sam sat back down on the exam table.

“I’m tired, Sam. I’m tired of this job, this life… this… this weight on my shoulders, man. I’m tired of it.”

“So what? You’re just gonna give up? You two? Just lay down and die? Look guys, I know this stuff with Dad has-”

“You’re wrong.” Dean cut him off. “It’s not about Dad. I mean… part of it is, sure. But…”

“Then what is it about?” Sam whispered.

There was a bustle outside the door, and the boys and I looked up. I bared my fangs with a low growl. Dean and I both held our guns up, and Dean quickly opened the door.

“You’d better come see this.” Dr. Lee stood in the hall.

                                                            ***

I huddled into Dean’s side, a low feeling in the pit of my stomach as we looked around. There was nothing. Nobody, no noise.

“They’ve all just… vanished.”

                                                            ***

Sam shifted on the exam table.

Dr. Lee looked up from the microscope. “Well, it’s been five hours and your blood’s still clean.”

Dean and I sighed in relief.

“I don’t understand it, but I think you dodged a bullet.”

“But I was exposed. How could I not be infected?”

“I don’t know.” Dr. Lee shook her head. “But you’re just not.”

I ran at Sam, pulling him into a hug. He wrapped his arms around me with a sigh. Dr. Lee grumbled under her breath before letting out a curse.

“What happened?” Dean perked up.

“Their blood.” Dr. Lee looked confused. “The Tanner samples. There’s no trace of the virus. No sulfur. Nothing.”

The boys and I shared a look.

                                                           ***

Dr. Lee spoke to Duane and Mark, who were loading up a truck. She shook her head before coming over to us. Mark waved, and the three of us held a hand up.

“What about him?” Dean asked Dr. Lee as she sighed.

“He’s going to be fine. No signs of infection.”

I hummed, and Dean nodded. Sam chewed at his lip, eyebrows furrowed. Mark and Duane got into the truck and pulled away. Dean looked up at Sam, who put his hands up.

“Hey, don’t look at me. I got no clue.”

“I swear, I’m gonna lose sleep over this one. I mean… why here? Why now? And there the fuck did they all go? It’s like they just melted.”

“And why was I immune?”

Dean blew a raspberry. “Yeah, you know what? That’s a good question.”

I shrugged. “I’m already starting to feel like this is the one that got away.”

                                                           ***

“So…” Sam takes a swig of his beer and looks down at the river. “Last night. Wanna tell me what the hell you were talking about?”

“What do you mean?” Dean squints.

Olive looks between the boys. Sam gives her a soft smile. She leans into his side and closes her eyes.

“You said you were tired of the job, Dean. And that it wasn’t just because of Dad.”

Dean huffs. “Forget it.”

“No. No, I can’t.” Sam shakes his head. “No way.”

“Come on, man.” Dean scowls. “I thought we were all gonna die. You can’t hold that over me.”

“No, no, no, no. You can't pull that crap with me, man. You're talking.” Sam crosses his arms over his chest.

“And what if I don't?”

“Then I guess I'll just have to keep asking until you do.” Sam challenges.

Dean sighs again, looking out over the water. “I don't know, man. I just think maybe we ought to… go to the Grand Canyon.”

“What?”

“You know, all this driving back and forth across the country, we’ve never been to the Grand Canyon. Or maybe we could go to T.J. Or Hollywood. See if we can bang Lindsey Lohan.”

Olive’s nose scrunches up, and she looks up at Sam, who is equally confused.

“Dean…”

“You’re not making any sense.”

“I just think we should take a break from all this. Why do we gotta get stuck with all the responsibility, you know? Why can't we live life a little bit?”

“Why are you saying all this?” A concerned look drapes itself over Sam’s face.

Dean shakes his head and looks the other way.

“No, no, no. Dean.” Sam tries.

“Dean, we’re a family.” Olive places a hand on his shoulder. “We carry each other’s burdens, remember?”

“I can’t. I promised.” Dean whispers.

“Promised who, Dean?” Sam inches closer to his siblings.

“Dad.” Dean’s voice is weak.

“Dean, what are you talking about?” Olive squints.

Dean looks down, then up, tears in his eyes. “Right before Dad died, he told me something.” He takes a deep breath and looks up at Sam. “He told me something about you.”

Sam’s eyes grow wide. “What?”

Olive feels the tension, as does Jinx, who whines from her spot on the ground.

“Dean, what did Dad tell you?”

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Laundry Day

A/N: Day 12 is actually on time XD Who knew XD Anyways, I should really write for other things but I can’t help but get ideas for this drama. Sooner or later I will use the other days for other fandoms, but for now, have another 2 Moons 2 fanfic XD I hope you guys enjoy day 12!!!

Summary: When Beam gets called to Forth’s dorm to help him clean up his room, he didn’t think it would be that bad until he entered the room. Instead of cleaning it, him and Forth decide to do one step at a time and the first step is laundry.

Word Count: 1803

“Okay, yeah...I can see why you called me for help,” Beam muttered, stepping into Forth’s dorm to see dirty clothes all over the floor along with endless textbooks and folders with papers spilling out of them. It looked like the Engineer student didn’t bother to try and clean for months, even if it was only a few weeks since Forth had last picked up everything on his floor. Rubbing the back of his neck, Forth cleared his throat and stepped over the mess carefully, gesturing for his boyfriend to follow him into the abyss. Letting out a sigh, Beam stepped over a pile of what looked like shirts and closed the door behind him. “How could a dorm ever become this messy in only a few weeks...damn, Forth.”

“I was busy and I just put it off until, well...it became like this,” Forth sighed, shoving some of the mess that was on his bed onto the floor, gaining a glare from Beam for making the mess worse. Sitting down, Forth glanced around while Beam stayed standing, doing the same as they both wondered where they should honestly start. Noticing Forth’s dirty clothes hamper filled to the brim with more dirty clothes, Beam felt his eye twitch before he pinched the bridge of his nose and crossed his arms. “I know, I know. I haven’t exactly done the laundry either...should we start there?”

Nodding, Beam watched as Forth stood up and hopped around the messy floor, heading towards the bathroom where he heard cabinets being open and closed before his boyfriend came out, holding out black garbage bags. Blinking as he was handed one, Beam observed as Forth began to pick up the dirty clothes from the floor and throw them in the bag. Rolling his eyes, Beam slowly began to do the same and by the time they were done, both of them were out of breath and their bags were now too filled to add anymore. Looking at the floor, Beam noticed a few articles of clothing here and there, but he figured they could be stuffed in the hamper since their bags looked ready to explode if there was any more added. 

“We can stuff the rest in your hamper. Come on, let’s get this over with so we can continue with the room,” Beam ordered, heaving the bag of clothes over his shoulder while Forth did the same while he closed his hamper. Picking up the hamper on both sides, the two nodded and lifted it, carefully stepping around the mess that was still on the floor before placing the basket near the door. Opening it carefully, Beam tried not to kick any garbage out of the room as he shoved the bag out and then helped Forth lift the hamper out as well. “Easy does it. Almost there.”

“Aaannddd we’re free,” Forth breathed out, once both bags and the hamper were out of his room. Giving him a look, Beam pulled the bag over his shoulder again and waited for Forth to do the same so they could carry the basket to the elevator and down to the basement where all the washers and dryers were. Waiting for the elevator, Beam felt himself beginning to sweat before a hand suddenly touched his forehead, wiping the sweat away. Flushing slightly, Beam swore at his boyfriend and huffed when all he received was a grin. Bumping their shoulders together playfully, Forth chuckled and glanced up when the bell of the elevator went off, signaling it was opening on their floor. “Come on, let’s go, yeah?”

Letting out another huff, Beam grabbed his half of the hamper and helped Forth drag it in just as the doors closed behind them. Shifting a little closer to Forth as the elevator rumbled in its descent, Beam hooked his finger around Forth’s and kept his eyes on the bags, trying not to look at his boyfriend, who tightened their fingers together with a smile. Feeling the elevator finally stop, Beam took in a deep breath and sighed in relief when the doors opened. Yanking the hamper out of the elevator, the two passed other students before they finally made it to a free washer. Opening the washer, Beam dumped one of the bags of clothes in before he was handed the soap that Forth used for his clothes. Pouring a cup in, Beam tapped the cup and shut the washer, choosing the right setting before finally starting the washer. 

“This load is in. Are you done with the two other loads?” Beam asked, turning around to watch Forth dump in the last load in a third washer. Walking over to him, Beam observed as he placed the soap in and shut the lid, starting the washer. Shifting on his feet, Beam glanced around and made up his mind, deciding to step closer to his boyfriend and wrap his arms around Forth’s waist, burying his face in his shoulder. Blinking at this, Forth turned his head a bit and smiled when he noticed how Beam’s ear were turning a light shade of red. “You know that I don’t really mind helping you with this, right?”

“Of course. I’m really glad you’re here,” Forth whispered, leaning into Beam before he turned around, cupping his face as Beam’s hands fell down to his waist, clinging to his shirt. Rubbing soft curves underneath his eyes, Forth smiled at him softly while Beam felt his face grow darker as he took in the loving look Forth was giving him. Swallowing the lump in his throat, Beam shut his eyes when Forth leaned forward and pressed their lips together, letting Beam decide how far the kiss was going. Keeping it sweet and soft, Beam hummed and pulled away, smiling a little when Forth pressed their foreheads together. “I love you so much.”

Mumbling out his response as well, Beam glanced away from Forth as he grew flustered, making his boyfriend chuckle at his cuteness before the sound of the washers going off one by one made them jump and pull away quickly. Letting his laughter echo around the mostly empty basement, Forth winked at Beam and moved to take his damp clothes out of the washer, collecting them up before he moved them to an available dryer. Doing the same with the last two loads, Beam followed Forth and placed them in the next free dryers before they placed them on for thirty minutes. Stepping towards Beam, Forth cupped his waist and lifted him, making a squeak emanate from Beam as he was picked up and placed on the dryer, his legs being spread so Forth could stand in between them.

“Want to continue where we left off?” Forth asked, wiggling his eyebrows and grinning when the action made a snort come out of Beam. Peering around, Beam knew it was true that there weren’t a lot of people from the dorm down here, but the sound of voices and other washers gained his attention. Noticing Beam looking around, Forth did the same and frowned when he heard that they weren’t the only ones in the basement washing clothes and if they did not want to get kicked out for...doing things, then the only thing would be to wait and do it up in his dorm or something. “Actually, let’s give that a raincheck, yeah? We’re not exactly alone, huh?”

Shooting his boyfriend an appreciative look, Beam leaned in and pressed another kiss to Forth’s lips, wrapping his arms around his neck. Grinning into the kiss, Forth danced his fingers down Beam sides before he pulled away, rubbing his thumbs in soft circles against Beam’s shirt. Moving away, Forth leaned against Beam’s leg and the two talked until Beam felt the dryer stop shaking underneath him and Forth’s clothes were done in the rest of the dryers. Hopping off, Beam helped Forth gather the now dry clothes and placed them all in his hamper, letting out a hum as it was overflowing once more. 

“How are we going to get these up without anything falling out while we’re carrying it?” Beam asked, trying to push the clothes down further into the basket. Biting his lip in thought, Forth glanced around before an idea came to mind. Moving Beam’s hands out of the way softly, Forth shoved the clothes down harder and slammed the lid shut, holding it down forcibly. Arching is brow as the lid stayed forced shut, Beam rolled it eyes playfully at the thumbs up he got before he helped Forth lift it, practically dragging the hamper on the floor until they reached the elevator again. Riding to Forth’s floor again, Beam kept his gaze lowered to the floor as they dragged everything out of the elevator and back towards Forth’s dorm. Opening the door, Forth took over and heaved the hamper back inside his room, almost dropping it all as they finally made it back to his bed. “Finally done...never forget to do your clothes this late in time ever again.”

“I know and I’m sorry,” Forth panted, falling back first onto his bed as he stared up at the ceiling. Doing the same, Beam laid down close to Forth and kept his gaze on his ceiling, ignoring the eyes he could feel taking him in. Finally having enough of being stared at, Beam turned his head and met Forth’s eyes, feeling a smile rise on his lips when he noticed that Forth was observing everything about him with his own soft smile. Scooting closer, Forth laced their fingers together and pressed a kiss to Beam’s cheek, nuzzling into his neck when he felt Beam shiver. “Is this okay?”

Nodding, Beam made sure to voice a ‘yes’ before Forth turned onto him, practically straddling him as he stared further into Beam’s eyes. Pressing a kiss to his nose, Forth bent down more and pressed their lips together, pushing his hands up and into Beam’s hair, gently scratching his scalp. Letting out a shy groan into the kiss, Beam squirmed around until they were sitting right on Forth’s bed. Resting back again, Beam furrowed his brows when he felt like something was digging into his neck from underneath Forth’s blanket. Pushing him off carefully, Beam swallowed back his pants and turned slightly, digging underneath the blanket before he pulled out a pair of dark blue and light blue striped boxers. Pausing at Beam’s expression, Forth broke out into laughter before Beam swore and threw his dirty underwear at his face. It was true that their kissing session was stopped but as he laughed and looked at the face his boyfriend was making, Forth couldn’t find it in himself to care as Beam shot up and swore, a heavy flush lighting up his cheeks.

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03. Signal. | jjh. [ idol!au ]

warnings: none in particular.

word count: 1,547

“There’s something on your sandwich.”

Before you could even react, Soomin was already taking the sandwich off your hands, peeled the piece of paper away and gave it back to you. Your stomach growled for the 3rd time today and it was only 10A.M. - and the only meal that was in your stomach right now was the small cup of coffee your manager made for you before going to your respective schedules. Now, you’re inside the dressing room, taking a break for at least 10 minutes before your respective make-up artists and hairdresser do their works on your trio.

To say that you’re hungry was an understatement. Famished seemed to fit better with how badly you want to take a bite off the sandwich you’re holding right now. Though you try your best not to roll your eyes and grunt as it was deemed unfit for a lady-like idol like you, you still did. Voluntarily.

“Let me guess, it’s from Valentine’s boy again?” Mari giggled, taking a bite off her own sandwich as well. “I wish Chanyeol-sunbae would do the same for m-ouch!”

You glared and pinched your co-worker’s side before she could even end her statement. All the while she’s talking, you finished your share - all in hunger. Your female manager was glaring daggers at your direction but you heed no mind - what is etiquette and public figure when you’re dying of hunger in any moment?

Also, you did glare at your other manager, who was a male. It was him who went to the cafeteria and got your snacks, and apparently, he was an asset to all these stuff. He only shrugged and chuckled, so he was taking part in this - why was it so fun to tease you with Jaehyun?

“What did it say?” Mari cooed, leaving her seat beside yours to scoot beside Soomin. 

“For the meantime, I hope this will do. But next time, I want to take you out on a romantic dinner for two. - JH”

Soomin and Mari looked at each other with knowing smiles on their lips. 

“Gross!” 

“But it’s still sweet Soomin! And it rhymes too!” Mari laughed, slapping Soomin’s thigh out of habit.

You only blew a raspberry, and your manager thanked all the heavens that your hair isn’t done yet as your hands ran through your hair in frustration - forehead lightly bumping the tabletop. You were sure it will leave a red mark - but whatever, your make-up artist would do something about it anyway.

“Why don’t you just tell it to him straight?” Soomin shrugged, picking one of the sliced apples from her plate. “It’s been months, I kinda feel pity for the guy.”

“He’s going to be enlisted next year!” Mari reminded. “At least give him a chance? I mean, he’s pretty cute-”

“Why don’t you date him then?” You jabbered and raised your head. 

“Ah, Jaehyun’s not really my type. I told you, Chanyeol-su-”

“I get it,” your eyes rolled annoyingly. Although sometimes Mari’s crush over your seniors are cute, it gets overboard. But now you know she’s just teasing you. Everybody does.

“Break’s over, let’s get back to work,” your female manager said, cleaning up the left-overs at your table while the three of you go back to your respective places to get dolled up for music core.

“This came in the mail.��

A bouquet is thrown on your bed by your female manager while you were busy putting make-up on. You were glad she came in with notice because you were sure that your make-up will get ruined once she didn’t. Another thing you’re sure of was the sender of the said bouquet, and looking at your manager’s expression through the mirror, she wasn’t very happy about it.

“Message him to stop, please.” Though you weren’t pleading, rather than a command. You could only sigh and nodded, saying that you will and she left. You picked up your phone and took a deep breath before typing in his name on the recipient bar.

It only took you seconds before you received a reply.

You sighed. Pretty sure this is going to be a long conversation. You know he’s joking, but the topic isn’t going anywhere intellectual.

Finally.

You locked your phone and continued with your make-up. You were glad that you woke up earlier than expected, so you had a lot of time to prepare for an appearance at a music festival later at night. For a moment, you felt weird with Jaehyun’s final reply. It felt odd but you carried on, and just when you finished your brows, his message tone ringed and your phone lit up.

Ugh!

Jaehyun was at his peak. 

A solo single coming out to the public in 2 days, which concludes fan signs on the following weeks during the promotion. Music shows and award show appearances. Another recording for collaboration for SMTOWN Station in the next month. Jaehyun did have time, but it was all cramped on his busy, idol, schedule. 

All while the others are still in the military, Jaehyun and the remaining had to carry their group name, as well as keep the sales coming for the company. The idol industry isn’t just entertainment, after all. In the end, it was business -- the rest of those who still haven’t enlisted must carry on.

And because Jaehyun is going to be enlisted for the next year and a half - it was only necessary that the company utilize each member, especially Jaehyun. In this current generation, Jaehyun is a King - all with his god-like visuals and heaven-sent voice, it was sure that he’ll be stable until his enlistment.

But all that, King Jaehyun is lonely. Sure, his entire body and soul is dedicated to his work - it’s his life. But his heart was needing something - someone to fill its void. And he was pursuing that need, the need that was you.

“Have you heard?”

Soomin asked, looking directly at your eating figure. You were slurping on a cup of ramyeon as you watched The King of Masked Singer with your team: squished between you and your female manager was Mari while Soomin rests her head on your crossed legs.

“Heard what?” You replied, slurping on another set of noodles.

Soomin wiped her face in disgust while some of the ramyeon soup went on her face. “God, I wish our fans could see how much of a pig you are.”

“Whatever,” you replied.

“What were you going to say Soomin?” Mari asked, eyes still glued on the TV. It was very much expected of Mari not to forget rumors — but not choreo. You still love her anyway.

“Jaehyun was rushed to the hospital just this afternoon.”

You coughed, dropping some blessing onto Soomin’s face causing her to jump.

“Ya!”

Thankfully there was a nightstand beside the couch where you placed your ramyeon. You wiped your mouth from the droplets of spicy and salty ramyeon and immediately fished your phone from the side of the couch and dialed Jaehyun’s number.

The other line answered, Jaehyun’s voice resonating through.

“Yes hello? It’s rare for you to call,” you hear him chuckle.

“Are you okay sunbae?” 

“What do you mean?” 

Your brows raised with his question — confusion was written all over your face. Soomin shrugged and stood from where she sat, Mari and your manager following you. As soon as they had their backs on you, they giggled, making you miss the smug grins on their faces.

“Hello? Still there?” Jaehyun asked on the line.

“Yes, Soomin told me you were rushed to the hospital—“

“I’m perfectly fine,” he laughs. “I think you just missed me.”

You felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. Proven, you were stupid enough to fall for Soomin and Mari’s tricks. You were thankful that Jaehyun can’t see your face as you were sure that your face is as red as a tomato right now.

“I’m just worried…” with threaded words you replied.

“Sure you do,” and sure you were that he was being sarcastic. 

“Sunbae…” You could only flop your butt back on the couch, palming your forehead of how much dumb you are.

“Well, I’m glad that my baby missed me, but break’s over and I have to head back to practice,” he chuckled.

“Alright,” you sighed. Yes, you heard the name he called you, but you were sure that if you mention it more, more teasings would come your way. You decided to pretend that you didn’t hear it. “Goodluck with practice, Jaehyun-sunbae.”

You hear the line go silent that you thought he ended it without you noticing, but when you looked at the screen, he was still on. You put your phone back beside your ear and hummed. “Sunbae, put the line down.”

“Why don’t you go first?” His tone was teasing—you could almost see the smugness written all over his features.

“Alright. Bye sunbae.”

With that, you pressed the red button on your phone and tossed it aside—The King of Masked Singer already on its ending cue.

On the other line, however, was Jaehyun lying on the hospital bed, IV inserted on his median cubital. His lips tugged into a smile as the call ended as your photo with him flashed on the screen.

“Hard to get, are we?”

the third fic for @jackbabewang and I’s drabble game! check out her work here!

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STRAY KIDS Hyunjin ‘Charming’

Request from WATTPAD.

Prompt number

6. First Christmas with their S/O and panicking to their best friend/sibling about what to get them. Somehow, a plushie didn't seem exactly suitable when they knew the other had bought them an engagement/promise ring.

Pairing: Hyunjin x OC Ying

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 2.3k

MASTERLIST

Going to the shopping district was an absolute nightmare. A week before Christmas and it seems like the whole world didn't finish their Christmas shopping. Ying grumbled incoherent words as she looked at the selection of teas, already getting a migraine. Just why was everyone out today? Of all days?

"Hi, can I get a green tea latte?"

She opted to stay in the cozy and secluded place, the Brentwood cafe, squished between a plushie store and a jewelry shop on Fifth Avenue. Knowing she wouldn't be able to get any Christmas shopping done until later, she opted to work on her new novel. A fantasy novel filled with magical creatures added with a little touch of horror. Just as she was finished the part where the main character accidentally saves the enemy, the bells chimed signalling that someone had just come to order. Ying stiffened as a chair scraped across from her, but she continued to write, massaging her wrist and cracking her neck. Only to make eye contact with a guy.

A guy who was standing way too close to her liking.

"Hwang Hyunjin if you do not move an inch I will smack you with my bookbag."

Yup, it was Hwang Hyunjin. Funny, loveable guy, but also so very clingy and annoying at times. Who knew Ying could bear with him for the past year, even his older brother Minhyun couldn't stand him. But then again, siblings are just weird in general.

Hyunjin pouted and sat in the chair in front of Ying, whining. He hadn't seen her in what? Like a week and this was how he was treated? How rude. "Yinggggg! You're so mean!"

"Let me finish this one sentence and then I'll deal with you."

"Excuse me, am I some part of your to-do list?" He feigned hurt and put a hand over his heart, dramatically leaning back onto the chair....almost, just almost making himself fall. Ying raised an eyebrow and finished the last word, sighing and packing up her things.

"Hyunjin why are you here anyway? I thought I told you I was going to shop for Christmas presents."

"Well, I'm doing the same thing. Plus, I knew you didn't like crowds so I figured you would be here writing. Also, I missed you." He shot finger hearts at Ying but she didn't seem impressed one bit. If any, she was already wanting to shoo the boy away.

"Okay....well I'm leaving now so I'll see you at home." she tries to leave the cafe but not until Hyunjin slings his arm around her neck, bringing her closer to him. He laughs and talks about how it's better for both of them to shop together, seeing as how they can combine gifts based on the same mutual friends they have.

"How about this for Jisung?" Ying held up a bento box, Hyunjin stopping his actions and tilting his head.

"Why does he need a bento box? The boy doesn't even cook. He burned cup noodles in the microwave remember?" Ying put the bento box down and ruffled her hair. Just what do guys like other than liking other girl's pictures?

The rest of the day went by chaotically. Hyunjin seemed to disappear every thirty minutes, leaving Ying to ponder over which skateboard would be better for Felix. She was tired and just wanted some food.

"Hyunjin, this is the fourth time you left me, where do you keep going?" Ying rummages through some clothes, her phone stuck between her neck and shoulder.

Hyunjin's breath hitches. "I needed to use the washroom."

Ying rolled her eyes. Even on the phone, she knew Hyunjin was lying. Her mind was racing. Just what if Hyunjin ditched her and already went home?

"Babe I promise I'll come back. I'm just ordering us some food to take home, does Chinese sound good?"

"Anything is fine. Don't forget my Taro bubble tea or else you aren't allowed to come home."

"Okay okay, Love you!"

_____________

A few days closer to Christmas meant two things.

One, the stress of buying presents would finally disappear, ready to attack round next year.

Two, a small purple bag under the Christmas tree got her worried.

The day that Hyunjin finally came back to get Ying, he wasn't holding just a Taro milk tea and Chinese takeout.

Just behind the plastic bag as if Hyunjin was trying to hide it was the small purple bag, with the words Ying could faintly make out before Hyunjin linked arms with her.

Diamond Jewelers.

Even now while Hyunjin went out with the boys and Ying was curled up into a ball, blanket and hot chocolate in her hands, she felt uneasy.

Deciding to dial her best friend, she focused her attention on the fireplace, the flames dancing as if out of routine.

"Hello?"

Ying snapped out of her daze and sipped her hot chocolate, soothing her parched throat. "Flora?"

"Oh hey, Ying! What's up? How's the Christmas shopping?"

Ying groaned. "Horrible. Buying stuff for the boys is so hard, and I didn't even buy anything for Jeongin yet!"

Flora laughed on the other end of the receiver. "Same, Minho is so hard to shop for. I opted to just get him a bunch of cat things but man do I not like cats." Ying could feel Flora cringing, for her love of dogs outweighed the other.

"Anyways, you bought something for Hyunjin did you not?"

Ying sipped her hot chocolate nervously, her eyes staring at the purple bag again. "About that....."

"So you didn't?"

"No! I mean I did. It's just-does a plushie sound fine?"

Silence.

"Um....." Flora nervously laughed. "In all honesty, Hyunjin would love it, but it's your guys' first Christmas together so I would think you would get something a little more you know.....out there?"

Ying sighed. "I suppose you're right. But something's nagging me."

"Spill."

She sets her cup down on the table in front of her. "Like I know I'm not supposed to know what Hyunjin got me, but I have the biggest feeling that it's a ring."

"Like an engagement ring?"

"That or a promise ring."

Silence once again. Ying rolled her eyes and set the phone down on her lap, knowing what will happen in;

Three

Two

One.

"OMG OMG OMG WAIT ARE YOU SURE? LIKE SURE SURE? BECAUSE IF SO THEN YESSSSS! YOU GUYS ARE THE POWER COUPLE OF THE CENTURY! IMAGINE IF YOU GUYS GET ENGAGED BEFORE THIS DECADE ENDS?!" Flora fangirls even more and Ying giggles.

"Okay okay okay I know! But I just don't wanna bring it up until Hyunjin is ready."

"I understand, but please Ying get him something else than a plushie." Flora and Ying laugh.

"I'll see."

___________

Opting to give the soft bear plushie to one of the boys meant that Ying had to buy another present for Hyunjin, and maybe throw in a scarf for Jeongin. Back at the shopping district, she had bumped into Flora, who was cringing at buying cat toys.

"Just be happy for once about the cats."

"I can't Ying, I just don't like them, they are not as fluffy as dogs are." Ying couldn't agree more.

Ying ruffled her hair as Flora looked at the array of shoes, her mind deciding on getting black FILAS, one for her and one for Minho. How cute. Ying sighed and looked at the shoes, thinking of buying matching outfits.

"Oh, I got it! Minho said that Hyunjin loves to read so you can get some books for him. I mean I think I remember someone mentioned that Hyunjin wanted to read a book with you on your dates and pick up on a new chapter on each date or something like that?"

Ying thought about it. "That is not a bad idea, let's go to the bookstore."

Fantasy, Romance, Comics, the bookstore had it all.

But Ying couldn't choose.

After two hours plus a bubble tea break, she opted for three books.

A comic book, a fantasy with some romance, and a thriller. She also added in a new bookbag and another plushie.

"Our little reading bear." she would explain to Flora, who had piles of books stacked in her arms.

Everything was finally settling down, and Ying could breathe a little easier.

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December 24th, Christmas Eve.

As the boys couldn't wait any longer, they all met at Woojin's house to do gift exchanges. To make it more interesting, they added a bottle to spin. Whoever it lands on, the person has to pick another person and guess which present was theirs.

Chan poured some wine as Jisung got the present wrong twice. Minho laughed and teased the squirrel boy as he thought they were "soulmates and could tell which one was his."

In the end, Minho tackled Jisung which resulted in spilled wine and laughter.

Christmas music was playing in the background, lulling everyone slowly into slumber. Ying leaned her head on Hyunjin's shoulder, who had spun the bottle to land surprisingly on Ying. She looked around, she got her presents from mostly everyone except for Hyunjin and Minho. Although she was curious about what Minho got her, Hyunjin's purple bag stood out the most. She took a breath and pointed at Hyunjin, to which he smiled but didn't give her the present.

"I advise you to open Minho's first." was what she said.

Disappointed, Ying mustered a smile and opened up Minho's, her eyes growing wide. In the box was a charm bracelet with not one, but nine charms. She pulled it out of the box and smiled.

"This is beautiful." She beamed.

Woojin cleared his throat. "If it's okay, we would like to tell you why we got you those charms." Ying nodded and Woojin spoke again.

"A bear. For you always being so snuggly and your hugs relaxing me and the members."

"The music note. That your love for music has made others feel inspired and to always follow our dreams." Chan smiled.

"The chopsticks. You make bomb ass food and thank god for that because I can't cook to save my life." Minho laughed and everyone joined in.

Changbin spoke; "A puzzle piece. For you always know how to solve problems and are the missing piece to each and every one of us."

Hyunjin stayed silent, nodding at Jisung to go ahead. "A sailboat. That you always want to explore new things which are always a good thing.

"A video game controller. Because you are the best gamer I have ever played with. No cap, just tea." Felix dabs and she tries so hard not to cringe.

"Excuse me?! So you're saying I'm not good at games?" Minho looks at Felix offended.

"Minho, the only game I play with you is Mario Kart. I'm tired of it." Minho crosses his arms and smirks.

"Maybe that's because you suck at it and I always win. Practice gamer boy."

The boys all yell and erupt in laughter, Felix now glaring at a smug-looking Minho.

Seungmin tries to calm everyone down as it is now his turn to speak. "As I was going to say before I was rudely interrupted," Seungmin looks at Minho who only shrugs. "I chose a book. Not only because you're smart, but also because I can read you like an open book, not to say it's bad or anything! But that means that you're honest and open to everyone."

Flora clasps Ying's hand to put on the bracelet Ying had been trying to put on for the last 5 minutes. "Because Mr. Hwang Hyunjin can't help his girlfriend, I'll be taking his place as her boyfriend. Hyunjin, have Minho."

More laughter erupted and both Hyunjin and Minho gaped at Flora and then cringed at each other.

"I'm kidding. I'll be serious, I chose a heart charm because you have a kind heart and is willing to help anyone in need. You are also full of love and so happy and cheery! You're the light of everyone's life."

Finally, Jeongin points at the last charm, showing his bright smile. "The sun. Because of your bright personality and glowy aura that draws everyone in."

Everyone smiles at Ying who studies the charm, thanking all of them.

"But why is there a space between Changbin's and Jisung's?"

"Because I have yet to add mine in." Hyunjin faces Ying and clasps both of her hands. She feels his hands tremble a little and the thought scares her.

"Ying, for the past 8 months you have shown me nothing but kindness and love. You really are the light of my life, helping me up when I get down. Not to mention the food you cook is amazing. There are so many wonderful things to say about you but I think a few things will explain it."

Hyunjin rummages through the purple bag and opens a blue box. In it, is a red rose charm, with gold accents decorating the outside. Ying gasps and puts a hand on her mouth, Hyunjin clipping the charm onto the bracelet.

"The rose symbolizes love and passion, and that is what I have for you Ying."

Hyunjin stands and Ying does the same out of instinct. He gets down on one knee and pulls out a purple velvet box. Inside, is a beautiful diamond ring, with a twisted gold band.

"Our fates have intertwined Ying, and I don't think I would ever go back in time to change anything. You are the love of my life and I never want to lose you. Will you be with me forever and marry me?"

Flora clings onto Minho, trying not to scream. A tear falls down Ying's eye and she nods.

"Yes yes." She hugs Hyunjin and the two share a kiss that sends fireworks shooting. Her heart is buzzing and her cheeks are flushed, but she wouldn't change this day for the world. Hyunjin places the ring on her finger, cool to the touch, and he kisses her again with more passion.

"Lookie here!" Chan coos and tippy toes to place the mistletoe on top of the newly engaged couple. Ying laughs and doesn't hesitate to kiss Hyunjin once more, feeling warm from the touch.

What a Christmas.

[infiniteshawn]

Puppy Love | Part 4

2k of angsty!Shawn

Your heart sank. Something was up, and a huge part of you didn’t even want to know what was going on. Shawn had just received a call from your ex, Greg, who definitely threatened to cancel Shawn’s gigs, or it was something about you, both of which would suck for your budding relationship with Shawn. You set out into the empty parking lot with full intentions to walk home and wait for some news. Going to the bar would only cause more drama between the boys, and you’d already done enough.

You were about to walk out onto the street when a grey pickup truck came barreling around the corner, causing you to jump back and tug on Chloe’s leash. It came to a screeching halt right in front of you, and you could just make out the shape of the driver before he leaned into the passenger’s seat and swung the door open.

“Get in,” Geoff spoke, patting the seat beside him. You didn’t think twice as you scooped Chloe up into your arms and hopped into the passenger’s seat, pulling the car door shut behind you.

“What’s going on?” you asked, slipping your seatbelt on as Geoff put the car back in gear.

“Shawn sent me to pick you up,” he said, eyes fixed on the road as he drove North toward Queen Street.

“Where’d he go?” you asked, even though you already knew.

“His asshole boss-guy called and said he needed to talk to him about the thing tonight, said it was important. We’re just gonna go check if he’s there, see what’s up, and then I’ll take you home, okay?”

“Yeah, alright,” you nodded, looking out the window as the pit of your stomach twisted violently.

Geoff pulled into the back lot of the Horseshoe Tavern, parking beside the Jeep. Shawn wasn’t in it, but you could see his puppy fast asleep on the passenger’s seat, so you knew Shawn didn’t intend on being here long. This wasn’t a good sign.

You swung open the car door, hopping out and leaving Chloe with Geoff. Your heart was thumping loudly in your ears with each step you took to the back entrance, the crisp air turning your cheeks rosy. You took a deep breath and pulled the door open, walking a few strides until the bar was in sight. You could see Greg standing with folded arms across from Shawn, who was slouching a little, as if he were discouraged. You took a step closer, stumbling a bit on a loose floorboard and catching their attention.

Shawn’s eyes pleaded with yours, seeming to gloss over at the sight of you. He stood up a little straighter, crossing his arms are turning in your direction as his expression turned cold.

“Hey, baby!” Greg called from behind the bar, shooting you a wink as Shawn shook his head in disapproval.

“I’m out of here,” Shawn spoke as his hands fell to his sides. He took a few strides in your direction, walking right past you with a bump of his shoulder against yours. You shot Greg an angry look and turned on your heel to follow Shawn.

“Shawn, wait!” you called, pushing through the door you had come in. “Shawn, stop, please.”

He kept walking without looking back, so you broke into a run, throwing yourself in front of him and placing your hands on his shoulders.

“Shawn, what’s going on?” you asked, a little out of breath.

He looked away and then up at the sky, as if to keep tears from pooling in his eyes. He finally met your gaze, a stone-cold expression resting on his face.

“What’s going on? Seriously?” he spat, shaking your hands off his shoulders. “You have a boyfriend! You’re fucking dating that guy!” he raised his voice a bit, motioning backward toward the bar.

“No, I’m not, Shawn please,” you pleaded, shaking your head and reaching for his hands.

“No? Well he sure had a lot to say about you,” he sneered, pulling his hands out of your reach. “And you know what? Even if you’re not dating him, you knew. You knew he was gonna do this, he said he told you,” he said flatly, diverting his gaze away from yours. “This was everything I had, and you knew,” he spoke as he ran his fingers through his hair.

“Shawn I don’t underst-“

“Of course you don’t! Of course you don’t understand! You don’t get it. I’m not in some little fucking band, it’s not like that. Is this some sick joke?” he shook his head, exhaling heavily. “You knew and you didn’t fucking tell me. I even cared enough to call Geoff to fucking pick you up because I left class, all to be fucking fired by your little boyfriend. Have fun playing your silly little games with someone else, someone like him,” he spat, pushing past you and getting into his Jeep. You turned in place, tears rolling down your face as he started the car and sped off.

You slowly walked to Geoff’s truck, opening the door and climbing in. He looked disappointed, unsure of what to believe as Chloe climbed into your lap and started licking at your salty cheeks. It was silent for a few seconds, both of you unsure of what to say.

“Geoff, I swear to God I’m not dating that guy,” you spoke, Geoff nodding in the seat beside you. “He’s my ex. He’s nuts, he doesn’t want me to be with anyone else. As soon as he found out about Shawn he threatened to cancel his bookings, and I screwed up by not telling anyone. Fuck,” you whispered, eyes fixed on the floor.

“He’ll come around,” Geoff muttered as he started the truck. “He always does. Just give him some time to cool off. He really likes you.”

“I didn’t mean to hurt him,” you mumbled, tears continuing to pool in your eyes.

“You know he was headlining, right?” Geoff asked as he neared your street. Your heart sank.

“What?” you asked, beginning to cry all over again.

“He sings. He’s really good,” he sighed. “I’m not saying this to make you feel bad, but we thought he was a few gigs away from getting signed.” 

You were at a loss for words, completely in shock that such a nice guy’s dreams were shattered because of you.

“What’s gonna happen now?” you managed to ask between small sobs.

“Wish I could tell ya,” Geoff spoke, pulling over in front of your house. “Time’ll tell. You’re a nice girl, though, it’d be a shame if this didn’t work out.”

You nodded, collecting yourself and opening the door to get out. “Text me if anything changes, with him, okay?” you asked, earning a nod from Geoff. “Thanks for taking me home, I kind of expected you to leave, so, yeah, thank you,” you muttered, closing the door behind you and walking up the steps to your house. Geoff waited for you to get inside and drove off, finally allowing you to sob in peace.

You went straight to bed, not even bothering to remove your makeup as you had probably already cried it all off.

Chloe curled up at your feet as you stared at the ceiling wondering how to fix this mess. Your mind raced with ideas, and you seemed to subconsciously know where to start. Without even thinking, you picked up your phone and unlocked it, going straight into your messages. Without hesitation, you clicked your last conversation with Greg and tapped on the top right corner of the screen, viewing his contact information. Not even thinking twice, you scrolled to the bottom and selected “Block this Caller.”

You woke up to the sun streaming in your window, heart sinking as you remembered the events from the night before. You panicked before looking at the clock, realizing that it was twenty-to-eight, and you’d slept in a bit. Shawn was supposed to walk by in exactly five minutes, so you immediately rolled out of bed and darted into the washroom.

Puffy red eyes stared back at your unfamiliar self and dried mascara was smudged down your cheeks. You quickly washed your face and gave your cheeks a few light smacks in an attempt to wake yourself up. You ran a comb through your hair and brushed your teeth in record time, racing down the stairs to watch the window as quarter-to-eight approached.

Nothing. He didn’t pass, and a part of you knew he wouldn’t. The disappointment set in, paining your heart as you longed to see the curly haired boy jog by. But he wasn’t coming.

You didn’t dare text him, remembering that Geoff mentioned he’d get over it in time. You kept your phone’s sound on for days, desperately waiting to hear from Shawn or Geoff. Nothing came.

Once a week had passed, you knew you were going to have to face it. You were on your way to puppy classes, butterflies at war in your stomach as you thought about what you’d say to Shawn.

I’m sorry? Not good enough.

I like you? Clearly not enough to save his career.

Forgive me? Why should he?

This had turned into a royal mess.

You took the long way, passing Shawn’s building on purpose. You hoped to run into him, doubting he’d show up to class. The sun hung low in the sky and was casting an orange glow on the city as you stood at the entrance of the apartments. He’d mentioned he had a view of the CN tower, so you knew he must have lived on the east side of the building. You and Chloe walked a little further along the sidewalk until all the balconies were in view, stopping to have a look at what could be seen.

It was all just glass windows and tiny doors, impossibly visible from where you were standing. Luckily, you came prepared. You slipped your backpack off your shoulders and pulled out your binoculars, adjusting them properly and having a closer look at the building. It was a little creepy, but your options were limited.

After a few minutes, God spoke. By chance, a figure stepped out of a condo on what appeared to be the seventh or eighth floor. You found him with your binoculars, discovering that the mystery man was unmistakably Geoff.

“Geoff!” you called, catching his attention as you waved your arms. You could just see him break into a smile as he shook his head, pointing to the ground to signal that he’d be right down. You slipped the binoculars back into your bag and walked toward the front doors, waiting in the vestibule for Shawn’s friend to come greet you.

He soon appeared with the other Geoff and pulled you in for a side-hug.

“C’mon, outside,” he mumbled, opening the door for you. “I told him I’d take the dog out. How are you holding up?”

“Honestly? It’s been awful. I feel like such an asshole,” you muttered, shielding your eyes from the setting sun. Geoff laughed.

“And so you probably should,” he responded. “Shawn’s been bad, too. Hasn’t left the condo. Pissed about losing his job but I think he might even be more pissed about losing you,” he said as you raised your eyebrows and smiled a bit. “Don’t get too excited, though. I think he’s more angry with you than anything else.”

“Yeah, I figured,” you spoke, mindlessly tapping your foot on the pavement. “Why didn’t you text me?”

“Oh, he made me delete your number,” Geoff laughed, pulling out his phone to re-add you as a contact. “Listen, I’m not saying you should call him. It’s probably better if you don’t. But I did see something about the Cameron House looking for a new music act. It might make things better if you were the one to suggest it?”

Your face lit up. Thank God for Geoff. “That’s a great idea. Wow,” you said in disbelief of his consideration, passing his phone back to you.

“One thing, though,” Geoff said, crossing his arms. “He deleted your phone number so he wouldn’t be able to text you if he got drunk or desperate. He’s being strong or whatever,” Geoff spoke, fingers forming air-quotes as he said ‘strong.’ “So you’re gonna have to just show up.”

“Show up?” you blinked, wondering what he meant.

“Apartment 819. I won’t be here tomorrow, so come then. Don’t fuck it up,” Geoff said, turning around and going back inside.

You broke into a smile as you headed toward Chloe’s classes, making it just in time for seven o’clock. As predicted, Shawn was a no-show, but you knew you’d be seeing him soon.