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asssikawa · 3 years ago

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pretty boy swag

i was just in a silly goofy mood, dont take it seriously pls;; gojo x gn! reader

summary: gojo being a pick me boy for you

AU where curses don’t exist; tw underaged smoking and drinking courtesy of shoko. art by @reiouta

you didn’t know how much longer you could tolerate the menace to society; satoru gojo. as of the passing recent months, he started actually acknowledging your existence after months of hanging around his acquaintances. you weren’t sure if you missed that he walked past you as if you were thin air, constantly bumping shoulders with him or gojo actually pestering you in the name of “wanting to get closer.”

walking down the empty halls of your school, you had memorized each route gojo and his group walked down… just to avoid them. an all too familiar voice followed by a song boomed in the empty hallways; dread immediately rose in you, as you attempted to pick up speed to lose track of the white haired teen. “pretty boy coming through,” he said in a sing-a-long voice, his eyes landing on your distant figure. “(name)!” he called out, making you flinch. slowly, you turned your head, a forced smile burning the sides of your mouth.

“hey gojo,” you squeaked out; you wished you could beat yourself up for sounding so meek. on gojo’s sides, two others peered out, the more tolerable ones from the group; suguru getou and shoko ieiri. a sigh of relief left your mouth upon seeing the two. getou’s usual content expression morphed into one of a sly fox.

“now gojo, it’s not nice to scare the underclassmen. you should know better,” getou said, followed up by shoko’s sarcastic tsk tsk of disappointment.

“right? what would poor utahime think about you bothering her best friend?” shoko said. she wore gojo’s sunglasses, adjusting them every now and then when they slid down her high nose bridge.

you take it back. they were just as bad as him.

gojo’s mouth opened to say something, but the bell cut him off. saved by the bell; quite literally. “get to class,” he said instead, another smirk splitting his face.

“i plan to,” you deadpanned, before hastily rushing to your first period, math. never have you wanted to be in math class so bad until gojo popped into your life. hell, you weren’t even good at math.

why had he started tormenting you out of all people? there was nothing particularly extraordinary about you; maybe it was the fact you were close to utahime? or nanami and haibara?

lost in your thoughts and endless possibilities, you had missed the bell ringing until the bubbly boy peered over your desk. his doe-like eyes scanned your dazed out face. “(name)? earth to (name)?” haibara said, waving his hand in front of your face. the taller blond man sighed, watching you finally snap out of your thoughts.

“you don’t even have any of the notes written, (name), that isn’t good for the quiz tomorrow,” nanami said, pulling out his composition book, before beckoning you to take the notebook.

“kenny,” you started.

“i’ll take that notebook right back if you call me that again.”

“you are godsent,” you said, batting your eyelashes his way. a hearty laugh emitted from haibara, his bright smile nearly lit up nanami’s mood once more.

“what’s got you thinking so hard?” haibara asked, draping his body over the seat while watching you pack up.

“surely if you’re thinking, it’s never good,” nanami muttered, earning an offended ‘hey’ from you. pressing your cheek against your balled fist, letting out a small hum. do you tell them or not?

“it’s just that, you know how gojo had never acknowledged me before? he’s been non stop pestering me these days and i’m thinking to myself; why? he couldn’t possibly like utahime and trying to get information out of me, she hates his guts!” you exclaimed, adjusting the bag over your shoulders. the duo glanced at each other, focusing back on you.

“(name), have you considered that he may like you? you know? have a crush?” haibara said, scratching the back of his head. you stayed silent for a while, pondering on the idea of gojo liking you.

“that’s a joke right,”

“why are you so pessimistic about people actually taking interest in you, romantically?” nanami asked, leaning against the desk.

“no romantic attention from anyone my entire life,” you said, standing from your seat.

“how lonely,” haibara responded.

the last few periods went by quicker than expected. the ring of the bell pulled you out of your thoughts, turning away from the window. it was surprisingly beautiful for this time of year; the skies were blue, soft fluffy clouds passed every now and then. the occasional gust of wind rattled windows of your class as your teacher paused his lecture. you preferred the gloomy weather, but seeing the clear skies was nice. packing up your materials and standing, you peered out the door, widening your eyes. down the hall was your trio of haibara, nanami and utahime… speaking to the other trio. utahime’s raven hair was tied in a low ponytail, a vague look of annoyance washed over on her face as gojo spoke, her expression softened every time shoko had interjected the conversation. you always wondered why the two aren’t dating yet. nanami’s eyes landed on your figure, his fingers pointed downwards towards the steps, in hopes gojo hadn’t seen you yet.

unfortunately for the both of you, he had caught notice of nanami’s subtle hand motions and followed his eyes towards you. “wow, it’s (name)! we were just waiting on you!” gojo said, his sunglasses shifted downwards, revealing his icicle blue eyes. utahime turned towards you, mouthing an ‘i am so sorry.’ reluctantly, your feet dragged along the halls, it felt as if weights were tied around your ankles. eventually, you made it towards the group; gojo’s long arm draped around your shoulders. your heart raced at the sudden gesture, heat raising to your face. “wouldn’t we be so cute together? look how big my hand is compared to theirs!” he exclaimed, his hand engulfed in yours.

“nah, you guys wouldn’t, sorry he’s so annoying, (name). no wonder why getou gets more hoes than you,” shoko said, pulling out a single cigarette and a lighter from her bag. her auburn eyes met yours, “want one?”

“shoko! how many times do i have to say not to smoke? and (name) is young too!” utahime sighed, earning a small ‘sorry’ from the girl. the black haired teen peered over at you, another sly expression settling over his face.

“say, satoru; let me compare hands with (name) too, i want to see something,”

“you can compare from afar,” gojo responded, pulling you closer to his side. a chesire cat grin split shoko’s face, slinging her arm over your body as well.

“cmon satoru, sharing is caring~” her body smelt of husky tobacco, traces of pinewood on her uniform. her breath smelt like strawberry bubblegum; her glossed lips came closer to your ear, “play along,” she whispered, her brunette strands brushing against your cheek. a snore followed by a scoff came from gojo’s scrunched up expression.

“don’t you have a bottle of vodka you should be downing? besides (name) doesn’t like girls like you,” he said, sticking out his tongue.

“well, why don’t we ask (name), what do you say?”

“don’t put them on the spot like that; seriously, you guys, you’re third years for pete’s sake,” utahime swatted shoko’s arm off your body whilst poking gojo’s side, making him squeal as he let go of you. a frown replaced his usual cocky expression.

“geez utahime, i didn’t take you as the jealous type- ouch, what was that for?” gojo exclaimed, the water bottle bouncing off his head. he rubbed his head. you stared at haibara’s sympathetic expression, still processing everything that happened within a matter of minutes.

just what the fuck was going on?

weeks had passed since that incident and things had become fairly normal again. your grades were flourishing, with the help of haibara and nanami. the three of you have been hanging out more often; utahime and shoko finally started dating. the two of them occasionally tagged along with your trio. gojo has finally stopped pestering you; you should be happy, no? you had convinced yourself that you didn’t miss the attention from the white haired teen. everything you did felt empty without his presence.

you had memorized each hallway gojo and his group walked down, passing through them; in hopes he would stop you, calling your name in his usual whiny voice. you didn’t hear his favorite song; no more him bringing you close with his lanky arms. subconsciously, you brought your hand close to your shoulders, feeling the ghost of gojo’s touch. “(name)? what are you doing here? more like, why are you standing there?” a feminine voice called out. you turned, seeing shoko standing down the hall, her bag slugged over her shoulder, a lit cigarette dangled from the corner of her lips.

“shoko,” her name left your lips in a hushed whisper. “why are you here?” she quirked her lip to the side, pursing her pink lips.

“i’m heading to see menace 1 and menace 2, now, answer my question. you hardly come around these parts,” shoko said, leaning against the wall.

“can i come with you?”

“huh… ah, you miss gojo?” overwhelming amounts of embarrassment washed over your expression; you could already sense your face radiating in heat.

“whatever! i just want to check up on him, that’s all.”

walking down the road, you and shoko conversed, her short auburn tresses blowing in the wind. the roads and sidewalks were painted orange as the sun nestled under the skyline.

“i thought you stopped smoking?” you asked, as shoko tossed the finished cigarette on the sidewalk, stomping on it.

“i’m trying for utahime, but it gets hard when i’m stressed, you know? especially with dumb and dumber,” she said, pulling out a silver flask.

“shoko!”

“what? do you want a sip?”

“no!”

sitting at the park, getou and gojo awaited shoko’s arrival. squinting his eyes at the distance, getou spotted two figures walking towards them. “looks like shoko has company,” getou mentioned, looking back at his taller companion. a frustrated groan left gojo; his glasses slipping down his face.

“good god, if she brings utahime again,” he responded, extending his arms on the bench, his legs spread out. a sly smirk twitched onto getou’s face.

“hey shoko and (name)!” getou exclaimed, waving. gojo’s half-lidded eyes shot open at your name, adjusting his sunglasses. his lanky body rose from the bench, straightening out his sluggish position. he cleared his throat, crossing his legs over each other. upon seeing getou and shoko greet one another, your eyes drifted off to the white haired male sitting in the background, avoiding eye contact with you. a crestfallen expression washed over your face, shuffling over to gojo.

“hey, gojo,” you said softly, sitting across from him. he let out a hum of acknowledgement before looking down at the painted bench. “why have you been avoiding me?”

“why have i been avoiding you? i don’t know (name), maybe just maybe, it’s because i don’t want to bother you with my advances, y’know? could be a contributor i guess, i don’t know, it’s a mystery,” gojo responded, traces of sarcasm in his usual bright voice. he was quite literally a child, huh? your mind recoiled, a frown twitching onto your face. is this who you really want to date?

“listen, i know, and i’m sorry; i just miss you a lot, okay? i like you by my side,” you muttered the last part to yourself. unfortunately for you, gojo had heard every single bit of it.

“huh? what did you say?” he teased, resting his hand on top of yours. his glasses slide down his nose, revealing his ice blue eyes. “you like me, eh?”

“don’t push it.”

the winter semester rolled by rather quickly. walking into the heated building, you removed your outside shoes and scarf. after preparing yourself for the long day, you walked down the hallway, spotting your group down the hallway. peering over the group, gojo waved at you with a big smile, his cheeks and nose tip flushed red from the cold. “babe!” he said, walking over to you with opened arms. heat rose to your face, as he wrapped his arms around you, peppering your face with small kisses. his cold fingers cupped your feverish skin. “my own personal heater,” he said.

“hey, get a room, you two,” shoko said, pulling out an unlit cigarette. utahime frowned at her, as shoko mumbled a small sorry before putting away the cigarette.

“i know miss locking lips isn’t talking,” gojo sneered back. “guys look at how cute (name) is compared to me! their hands are so small!” he gushed, pressing your warm hands against his.

if it were you four months ago, you’d rip away your hand in disgust, however, a warm smile split your face, holding onto his long slender fingers.

“look they are even holding onto me,” gojo said, as the bell rang. everyone shuffled around to their respective classes as you and your group stayed at the end of the hall. with a smirk, his white eyelashes fluttered under his sunglasses. they slowly went down his nose bridge, exposing his beautiful eyes once more. “get to class.”

#gojou satoru x reader #jjk fanfic #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen gojo #gojo x reader #gojo fluff #shoko x utahime #jjk geto #jjk nanami

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the-insomniac-emporium · 4 years ago

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Serenade (Daniela Dimitrescu/Reader) Pt. 2

Fandom: Resident Evil: Village Pairing: Daniela Dimitrescu/Reader Rating: T for language and blood + references to violence Warning: Lil bit of kisses with dubious consent (initial surprise, then “hmm this is nice, I guess”), as well as a tiny bit of blood. Oh, and, ya know, mild referenced cannibalism. Notes: Still no beta reader, we die like innocent chickens unfortunate enough to be in Ethan Winters’ way. Also, I’m hoping this isn’t too ramble-y, I kinda. Got excited. Maybe sorta stayed up late to write this instead of sleeping, so... PS sorry for the cliffhanger, I could not resist. Next chapter will include the reader earning their PHD in Bullshittery, while also moving us into the, like, actual central plot of Serenade (or at least the part that the romance revolves around). Previous Chapters: Pt. 1: Nocturne

Chapter 2: Overture

By the time you made it back to the maidens' quarters, it was nearly half an hour after your "shift" officially ended. Daniela hadn't taken up that much of your time, but her words had instilled a vigorous sense of anxiety in you, which had only drawn out your remaining tasks. You also weren't terribly looking forward to being interrogated by your coworkers. What would you even say? "Oh yeah, I accidentally played a note on the forbidden piano but instead of killing me, Lady Daniela just flirted with me and let me go! Haha smiley face emoji!"

Yeah, that would definitely go over great with the others. Maybe you could get away with pretending you hadn't been the one to play? Even though, you know, your daily duties were posted on the same wall as everyone else's, and anyone could see that you were the only person working in the music room today. Damnit, you think, everyone is always a bit tense when someone "gets off easy". Not that it happened terribly often. It simply made people nervous, considering they never knew if the Ladies of the house had been denied the "stress relief" they so desired, and whether or not they would want to take it out on someone else.

Hoping things would sail a little smoother this time, you took a deep breath and pushed the door to your quarters open. As soon as you stepped in you felt a dozen pairs of eyes turn your way. There had been muffled talking as you approached, but now it was silent, a heavy curtain of discomfort hanging over the room. Well, fuck, you thought, struggling to think of how to react. In the end you settled with a slightly-too-enthusiastic wave and a shy smile.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” One of the maidens asks, almost instantly, eyes narrowed and eyebrows furrowed with confusion. If you remembered correctly, her name was Cynthia, and she was one of the (currently) longest running survivors. The two of you hadn’t spoken before, which made her next move all the more confusing. Without much of a warning she moved in front of you, reaching out to grab your hands, before gently holding them in front of her chest. When she speaks, it’s with a hushed voice. “How are you not dead right now?”

“I… have absolutely no idea,” you replied, doing what you could to avoid her gaze, but ending up meeting eyes with the others in the room.

“When you didn’t get back with everyone else… we assumed the worst,” Daphne, the closest thing you had to a best friend, said. She was towards the front of the small crowd of maidens, all of whom were now gathering around you out of curiosity. “You’re probably just lucky that Lady Dimitrescu wasn’t home while you played, otherwise, well, I think we can all guess what would have happened.”

“Thank the Mother for that, literally,” Cynthia chimed, dropping your hands as she did. That caught your interest for sure. Despite being part of an eccentric “extended family”, it wasn’t that often that Lady Dimitrescu actually left the castle to visit the other Lords; or their leader, for that matter. Was something big coming? Or was it simply time for a regular check up? You didn’t have time to ponder that thought, as soon Cynthia was speaking again. “Now, please, regale us with your story, dear. It must certainly be interesting… seeing as you escaped unscathed.”

“Alright, alright,” you said, putting your hands up in a “slow down” motion. Sighing, you moved over to your bed, sitting on the edge, before starting to tell the others what happened. You left out a few details, such as the severity of Daniela’s flirting, as well as the way she touched you. By the time you reached the end of your story, the other maidens had settled in a semi circle around you. A few had started to get ready for the day shift while you spoke, but their movements were deliberately slow, and their gasps let you know they were definitely listening. It was, however, difficult to tell how anyone really felt about what you were saying. Were they looking worried because they were concerned for your safety, or for their own?

Hard to say. All you knew at the end of night was that no one was looking forward to the following night.

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Every shadow in the corner of your eyes makes your heart skip a beat. All day (night, technically) you’ve been overly paranoid, expecting Daniela or one of her sisters to pop out at any moment, their sickles raised, blood-stained lips pulled up into a grin, promises of violence dripping from their mouths. So far your anxiety had proven irrational. Experience, on the other hand, was reverse-reassuring you with memories of maidens you had hardly had time to get to know. Who were you to avoid such a fate? Could playing a little song really justify your existence to these people? These mutants?

Distracting thoughts like that swirled around your mind for hours, leaving you feeling faint and dizzy, as you desperately tried to focus on your work. Ironically, it was your tunnel vision on your worries that brought them to life.

“Humph, you should really pay more attention, sweet thing,” a voice whispers, right besides your ear. Immediately you jump, a little yelp escaping you, and whirl around to see who had crept up on you. Your wide open eyes soon settled on the youngest Dimitrescu daughter. A toothy grin lit up her face as she took you in, leaning in just close enough for you to feel her breath. “Missed me?” She asks, words melting into a fit of giggles. One moment she’s face to face with you, the next she’s evaporating into a swarm of insects, moving around the room with frightening speed before settling on a nearby table. Both her legs dangle off the edge, swinging a little in a childlike manner.

“Lady Daniela, I-” you stutter, hardly able to will yourself to speak. You can’t help but glance at the table with a feeling of anxiety, knowing that you had just finished cleaning it, and wonder if your work would be for naught. But it seems that Daniela doesn’t appreciate you focusing on something other than her. Again she buzzes into a cloud, this time coming closer to you, the insects circling you, occasionally tugging at your skin. Fight or flight tries to kick in, yet all you manage to do is freeze in place.

You don’t open your eyes until the sound of hundreds of wings beating dies down. Fresh drops of blood trickle down your brow, as well a few from smaller cuts on your arms. Panic still roots you in place, even as you stare up at Daniela with a frightened expression. At first all she does is laugh. Loudly, with no softness to it at all. This was exactly the sort of thing that you had been afraid of in the first place.

“Oh, you poor little thing… Did that hurt?” Daniela asks, trailing a hand up your arm, pausing just before her fingers touch blood. Then she leans in, once more putting her lips right next to your ear, slowly pulling off one of her gloves as she does. “Good. Maybe you’ll pay more attention to me now. You really should, being in love with me and all.” She says it so casually, and with such conviction, that you almost wonder if she knew something that you didn’t. Though you try to turn to look at you, you find her gloved hand holding your head in place. The other moves so slowly that you almost don’t notice it until her thumb is sliding across your forehead. Blood smears as she does this, but she doesn’t bother trying to be neat about it.

Instead she simply brings the finger back towards herself, her other hand turning your face as she does, so that you could make eye contact as she licks her thumb clean. As soon as the blood hits her tongue her eyelids flutter and a soft moan rises in her throat. Astoundedly the sound brought a strong blush to your cheeks. It was less about attraction per se, more about the inherently intimate nature of the moment. Daniela was so close, her hand resting on the back of your head, her eyes slowly returning their focus to you. When she sees you she can’t help but don a prideful grin.

“You taste even better than I expected, sweet thing- what a fitting nickname, mhmm?” Another giggle, another rush of blood to your cheeks. In the rush of the moment you found your fear fading out, slowly, gradually being replaced by a mix of confusion and… warmth? What is wrong with me, you think, mind racing with countless half-thoughts.

Suddenly, as quick as the strongest of impulses, you found yourself being pulled closer to Daniela, her bare hand moving to rest on your waist. For once her eyes left your own. Now they drifted lower, to your lips, giving you a single moment to realize her intentions before she acts on them. Your lips collide with hers before you can even think to protest. It’s a million times softer than you would have ever imagined- not that you had imagined. But now that you had felt this… damnit, you know you shouldn’t enjoy it, yet you found yourself kissing back nonetheless. It wasn’t like it meant anything, right? Not like you’d have a chance to kiss anyone else around the castle, either.

Within a couple moments you realize two things: One, Daniela was smiling into the kiss. Two, by Jove (by Miranda?) was she seemingly inexperienced. Based on how much flirting she had done, you had naturally assumed that she was in no way, shape, or form new to this. The kiss was a bit sloppy, although passionate, and Daniela seemed quick to mimic your movements. More than that, it seemed like she was unable to catch her breath (did she even need to breathe? Or were the movements more out of habit than anything else?). By the time she pulls away she needs to gasp, and you’re left absolutely reeling, unsure how to process any of this. On the other hand, Daniela was softly grinning, gently resting her forehead against your own.

“Delectable, darling,” she murmurs. There’s a softness to her voice that you simply cannot fathom is real, at least not entirely so. Then a pause, with her gently running her fingers through your hair, before she gives you one more little peck on the lips. When she pulls away, just far enough to really look at you, you see something in her eyes that fills you with dread: Hunger. “I think I know what you want, what you need. You want to be with me, forever, a part of me, don’t you? They always do, in the end…” Her eyes shift to your neck, and suddenly her grip on you is dangerously tight.

Instantly you shift into panic mode, trying to squirm out of her grasp to no avail. This seems to irritate Daniela, who digs her nails into your waist, making you gasp. Without hesitation she seizes the opportunity to push you against the nearest wall, the hand that had caressed you so gently now pinning you down. Your thoughts are racing, desperately searching for anything that might buy you some time to get away, or even dissuade her entirely. But seconds tick by with nothing coming to light, your hope quickly fading. Gulping, you squeeze your eyes shut, ready to accept your fate.

And then… it hits you. An idea, maybe, that might just be stupid enough to work. Here goes nothing…

“Wait! Don’t you want me to show you my love?” You ask, somehow managing to mask the pure terror you were feeling. Hell, you slipped in a bit of confidence, sounding far, far more sure of yourself than you really were. Apparently it was enough to give Daniela pause. Her teeth had been mere inches from your neck, but now she was watching you closely, head tilted at a slight angle. “I can hardly do that if you kill me so soon, love. Don’t you want to see everything I have to offer? To know me truly, fully, before we become as one?” Another pause, a little hum from Daniela, then a slow, spine-chilling smile.

“Go on, then… show me.”

#daniela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu x reader #resident evil: village #re8 village #yes every chapter will be named after a musical term #what can I say I gotta put those 8+ years of piano lessons to use #not like I've released two albums or anything #that was sarcasm #anyway please enjoy

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sirenizuku · 3 years ago

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Or if we’re blind and the truth is just a painting in grey..

Izuku midoriya x gender-neutral reader!

BTW y/f/c stands for Your Favourite Color

Quirk info: Your quirk, Siren, allows you to have most of the characteristics of a siren. You can hypnotise the weak-willed with your voice, alluring them to do whatever you wish. You can breathe underwater AND on land, because i can’t keep you in the water if I want you to go exist near 1-a. You also have razor-sharp teeth for biting people, though one of the downsides of biting people is that you enter a euphoric/manic state whenever you accidentally drink someone’s blood. Allllsoooo your legs turn into fins in water and vice versa Y’know. But they still have scales!!! Cute little scaly legs. Also other downsides include:Sore throat from singing, weakened immune system (not too badly) and occasional aches in the gills

Summary: You’ve been a villain your whole life, or at-least since your quirk developed... But you aren’t really a villain. You’re a vigilante, and even still that term angers you… Because some vigilantes claim to kill for justice, and maybe if you disagree with that you aren’t one. But you’ve never killed anyone and you never plan to. Unlike those ‘heroes’ who claim to fight for justice, killing all those who oppose them.

If you asked yourself, it doesn’t matter what somebody’s done.

Because if you kill them, that’s just another life taken…

And they have the gall to excuse it with their sickening justice.

You hate heroes.

————;=+ Act 1; In which a siren sings her encore +=;————

You lied. There was one person you wouldn’t mind killing.

All Might.

And so, You had managed to engage a student of UA whilst trying to break in.

You just wanted him dead, is that too much to ask? Actually, don’t answer that. Hell, He was putting up such a fight that you’d happily just leave at this point! You didn’t want all-might dead THAT badly.

Suddenly, you’re snapped out of thoughts by Izuku going in for a punch. You hiss in anger as you quickly throw yourself out of the way, hearing a rib or two of yours cracking.

God.

Dammit.

’I’ll be fine for now.’ you mumble, standing up. You look Izuku in the eye, watching as his face swirls from anger to hate to pity to an apologetic look then repeating. Stop it, you think.

Stop pitying me, you think again.

He’s readying an attack, you notice. His stance tenses slightly when he’s charging an attack.

Your eye twitches as you seethe in rage. Finally, you begin to get too frustrated. You sigh, readying your voice to sing your song in one of its purest forms.

The boy hisses in confusion, seemingly trying to break out of your hypnosis. You tut.. He’d have so much potential, had it not been ruined by these ‘heroes’

Finally, you begin. Your voice wavers for a second at the beginning, but you manage to iron out most imperfections. Slowly but surely, the greenette’s eyes glaze over and he steps towards you.

You smile genuinely, for it has been far too long since you last hypnotised someone.

The boy stands awaiting your orders and you slowly stand, wincing. “Lucky for you, little bunny, - ow, - I didn’t plan on killing any students today, or any day, really..” you say, still pondering what to order him. ”Ah, Right, Tell me, little bunny, where is.. All might?” You sigh. you’ve always thought the name All Might was dumb.

The boy slowly points down the hall and you smile, turning on your heel. Your smile drops immediately as Eraserhead’s capture weapon wraps around you. It’s not too uncomfortable, all things considered, but you’d rather not be in it. And so, You struggle, attempting to bite the ‘scarf.’

It does not work, clearly, as you listen to your teeth scratch across the material. He seems to hum in realisation as he sees your teeth, scarp and triangle-shaped, clearly made for eating meat. You keep struggling as you lose energy, the pure adrenaline running through your bloodstream slowly fading out. Your struggling fades from ‘Feral cat’ to ’angry cicada’ in the span of about 20 seconds.

And the worst part? The ‘hero’ who caught you didn’t even react.

You feel the scarves tighten, cutting off your oxygen and covering your gills. After about 30 more seconds, you begin to pass out.

————;=-+ Act 2; In which.. Interviews amiright +-=;————

You awake in the UA interview room. More so an actual interview room than.. an impromptu villain interview room.

It still peeved you to be considered a villain, but at least it’s better than being considered a hero... You glance down to your hands, stuck in handcuffs. You aren’t all that uncomfortable, really, and you can’t help but be glad it’s warm in UA. Better than the streets, at the very least.

You glance down at your legs, thick scales running up them and slowly dissapearing at your hips. They glow a brilliant light Y/F/C, darkening at the edges where light doesn’t fully reach them. There’s some traces of a scalpel inspecting them, you judge by the perfectly straight scratches leading up some. You snort, imagining their confusion. Suddenly, a voice snaps you out of your thoughts.

”What’s so funny?” It says. You assume it’s an older man, judging by tone. “Ahh.. so there is someone listening,” you smile, “Were you inspecting the scales?” You say, cutting yourself off a few times with short-lived laughs. You hear a sharp sigh of exhaustion from the speaker.

”Name?” They ask. You decide to respond, despite the part of you telling you to be rebellious and silent. ”Technically don’t have one. Pronounced dead,” you sigh, “Try searching y/n y/ln”

Theres a 10 minute pause consisting mostly of you getting lost in your thoughts, before somebody seems to relay info to the mysterious voice (tm).

”Pronounced dead.. at age 5.” they say and you giggle. “Big surprise! I’m not dead.” You say, voice dripping with venom. There’s a resigned sigh as you avert your eyes.

So competent they just decided you were dead.

”Quirk?”

You giggle. ”My quirrrk?” You draw out the r, “It’s siren.”

”Siren as in ambulance siren?” The voice says.

”Siren as in man-eating mermaid.” You answer, though you dislike calling yourself a mermaid.

”…” There’s a short pause followed by… silence. Pure silence. It’s deafening, really, and your mind can’t help but imagine all the ways they could kill you. A few minutes later, a staff member - not eraserhead, luckily - walks in and removes the restraints. You flex your hands at the newfound freedom, immediately raising a hand to your gills which are placed upon your neck, as they try - and fail, due to you having lungs for on land - to suck in air. You stumble over to the camera, assuming - and hoping, - that there’s a microphone there too.

“You guys got any water bottles?” You ask, scratching at your gills. A few moments later, another staff member - it might be the same one, actually, - walks in with two bottles. Your eyes light up and you immediately open one, pouring it into your gills. You feel some relief at having ‘cleaned’ them out. It’s never fun when you get gunk. though, for a second, you are concerned that the water might be poisoned.

You take your other water bottle, pouring out a little bit onto your palm. There’s enough water left to soothe your sore throat, since you are now realising that you weren’t, at all, ready to use your song at such a high perfection level. Slowly, You run your now-wet palm up your scales, moistening them slightly. It feels nice, okay? Don’t judge, It’s rude.

”hang on..” you mumble, spinning on your heel to walk around the room. “did those assholes take my phone?” You ponder aloud. There’s a short crackle from the speaker, followed by a “Yes.”

”oh.” you sigh, kicking your legs up onto a table. You immediately fall over, since you managed to forget you were standing.

”Hey, what time is it?” you say into the void, hoping the mic will pick you up. “16:34” they say.

“cool!” You say, ironically unenthusiastically.

After a few minutes, you begin to get bored. You decide to whine to the mic. “I’m borrrreeeddd….” you whine, seemingly forgetting you’re literally a criminal. Not a big one, but a criminal. Of

Theres a short click from the door as a staff member opens it, they’re holding a phone. Not your phone, sadly, but a phone. “Hell yeah!” You say, bounding over to the phone. You grab it as the staff member hurries out the room, seemingly afraid. “Don’t get any ideas, it’s tracked.” The voice says, once again coming from the speaker at a slightly-lower-than-comfortable volume.

You scroll through the mostly blank phone, until you stumble upon a group-chat. ‘Class 1-A,’ It’s named.

Huh, you think, clicking on it.

————;=+ Act 3; In which you make fun of class 1-a +=;————

Class 1-A

16:47

Tsu: We still up for girl’s movie night?

Y/n: mowovie night

Kirishima: huh???

Bakugou: WILL YOU STOP BLOWING UP MY FUCKING PHONE

Bakugou: FOR FIVE

Bakugou: MINUTES

Y/n: will youwu stowop blowoing uwup my fuwucking phowone owo

Bakugou: I AM GOING TO TEAR YOU APART

Kaminari: lol

Kaminari: Wait who’s that?

Kirishima: bro yeah who IS that

Iida Ten

Bakugou: STOP PARROTING EACH OTHER YOU DUMBASSES

Y/n: stowop parrowoting each owother youwu duwumbasses owo

Bakugou: I’LL RIP YOU APART

Y/n: I’ll rip yowouwu awpart…

Kaminari: Bakugou hang on lmfao

Momo: Theres nobody named y/n in our class

y/n: i’m ur uncle

Momo: Who’s uncle?

y/n: yes <3

Tsu: ?

Izuku: Guys, please stop blowing up my phone I’m trying to watch tv,,,

y/n: izuwukuwu

Izuku: Huh,,,,?

y/n: huwuh,,,?

Izuku: Why is everyone messaging me???? and telling me not to use this chat???

Bakugou: WE COULD‘VE EXPLAINED IT TO YOU IN DMS YOU IDIOT

Y/n: we cowouwuld’ve explained it towo yowouwu in dms yowouwu idiowot

Tenya IIda: Please stop sending so many messages in the chat. I am trying to sleep.

y/n: damn lemme just stop my hilarity so you can sleep /s

y/n: wait

y/n: I mean uhh

y/n: please stowop sending sowo many messages in the chat. I am trying towo sleep.

Tenya Iida: Please do not make fun of what I say. Please remember I am a moderator here,

Y/n: ’moderator’ bitch this is a gorilchat

y/n: shit

y/n I mean groupchat

y/n: also I mean

y/n: Please dowo nowot make fuwun owof what I say. Please remember I am a mowoderatowor.

Kirishima: srsly who is this

y/n: me looking into a mirror ^^^

Bakugou: ANSWER THE FUCKING QUESTION

y/n: woahh calm down there hot stuff

y/n: get it

y/n: because you’re not hot

Momo: Can’t say they’re wrong there, Bakugou.

Kirishima: ^ Don’t be mean to bakubro!!!

y/n: are any of you organic creatures

Kaminari: I am

y/n: give life juice pls thx

Kirishima: they’re reverting back into gamer speak from their hunger :ooooo

y/n: what u want me to talk like mr stick-up-my-ass iida

Tenya Iida: Please refrain from using profanity, Y/n!

y/n: wow I’m so sorry I’ll never do it again (1/2)

Tenya Iida: Thank you.

y/n: I mean really I’ll never do it again mr stick-up-my-ass iida (2/2)

Bakugou: KARMA FOR TELLING MEMTKO GET MY FEET OFF MY DESK

y/n: wow mr not-hot did you just have a stroke

Bakugou: I’M GONNAKILL OYU

Y/n: well I hope Oyu is ok

Y/n: also if you’re wondering who I am

y/n: sorry for lying (I’m not)

y/n: Y/n sent a photo

(PHOTO ID: A photo of a young girl, seemingly. they’re no older than 16, by the looks of it. They have brilliant y/f/c scales across their entire legs that fade out near the hips. Her face is pulled into a grin with razor-sharp teeth unlike that of a human.)

Kirishima: wasn’t Izuku fighting someone like that in the hall

Y/n: bingo! fingetbuns

Y/n: *fingergusn

y/n: fINGERSUNS

y/n: NO

y/n: FUNGHUNS

Y/n: HFJFHHFJDIDBJDIFH FINGERHUNS

Izuku: it’s okay, take your time (:

Y/n: FINWR GUNS

Kirishima: ur getting there bro!!!

Y/n: FINGERGUSN

y/n: NO

Y/n: Finger guns

Bakugou: STOP FUCKING SPAMMING

Kirishima: i’m so proud of my mermaid son

Y/n: siren*

Kirishima: I’m so proud of my mermaid siren

Y/n: yeah ok I guess

Y/n: serious question

Y/n: does anyone have a small amount of blood

Y/n: that they’d be willing to gift towards me

Kaminari: wtff

Kirishima: bro I got some right here

y/n: give pls

Kirishima: where do I have to go B)

Y/n: go find aizawa and tell him to give blood to the siren girl

Kirishima: oki

-——————-

In the UA interview room, You smile down at your phone.

They’re actually willing to be kind to you, even if you just fought them. You’re actually happy.

It’s an odd feeling,

But it’s one you’d like to keep.

-——————-

Class 1-A

17:22

Y/n: I got my blood

y/n: down the hatch

Kirishima: kindness is manly

y/n: damnfucki; right iwns tis

Kaminari: huh

Izuku: are you okay

y/n: bkoodjsm

Izuku: i think they’re saying blood?

y/n: hehe

Bakugou: STOP BEING WEIRD

y/n: djhrnsia rothg god i am so fhilarous

y/n: nr igni kimsh

y/n: ithink I might have anxiey

y/n: anxieuty

Kirishima: bro u okay?

Mineta: cute…

y/n: i am going to hurt you

AUTO: MINETA left the chatroom

Momo: oh thank god

Jirou: ^^^^

y/n: hwlrnd

y/n: how say

y/n: how say jrlis

y/n: jirou

Jirou: jee-roh

y/n: skfnsj blood make

y/n: me is haopy

Izuku: Blood makes you happy?

y/n: yed

Izuku: it’s very interesting to have a quirk that’s mutation but also allows you to gain serotonin/dopamine

Izuku: what else does your quirk do?

y/n: sing sovng

y/n: make peop,e do what I want

y/n: but hurt throat

y/n: leg turn fin

y/n: make hunfhyehdbvlood

Izuku: I’m designing a hero costume as we speak!

Bakugou: NERD

Kirishima: manly!

Izuku: (:

y/n: thenhahighswearingiffof

Izuku: translation: The high is wearing off

y/n: thus koamsjs

y/n: brb

——

y/n: ): high wore off

Izuku: What WAS that?

Y/n: blood side effect

Y/n: its really fun

Izuku: Hang on

Auto: Izuku called Sensei Aizawa

——

Class 1-A

18:12

Izuku: ok I asked eraserhead n he said he doesn’t mind (:

Izuku: Can I interview you

Y/n: do I get blood after

Izuku: Sure!

Y/n: DEAL

———

You look down at your phone.

It’s been a hour of you scrolling the internet, looking at memes that only earned a short snort from you.

You’re tired, although it’s only 19:32.

You decide it doesn’t matter, and that you’ll sleep.

You spin around on your heel, before pausing. There’s no bed.

Ah well. Floor looks awfully comfy.

-———

You awake around 9Am with only the light of an old lightbulb to illuminate the room. You miss seeing the light from the water, sitting on a rock until the sun finally peaked... But you were lonely, back then. You aren’t sure whether or not you want to go back to those days.

A small knock at the door alerts you of Izuku coming around for his interview. He’s holding a notebook that has ‘Y/N quirk’ messily written on.

He glances down at your legs, covered in shimmering scales. His eyes light up with fascination, to which you chuckle. “You can touch.” You say, watching his hand reach down to the y/f/c coloured scales.

His hand runs gently over them. You grin watching his fascination, and he looks up. He pulls a fold-out seat from the hallway, placing it behino the table before placing himself upon it.

You sit down on the opposite table, smiling. He glances up towards your teeth, watching them glimmer. “Don’t they.. hurt your gums?” He asks.

“Oh, these,“ you press a finger against the top of your tooth, immediately drawing blood, “the skin near them is hardened so they don’t stab me.”

you watch him turn his head down immediately and start writing in his notebook. You glance over, watching him write down all the info about your quirk. He seems to be sketching a costume on the side.

”Oh, don’t forget the voice thing.” You notify to him. He glances up, eyes questioning, tilting his head like a puppy. “Cute.” You say flirtatiously. He turns bright red, averting his eyes before trying to change the subject. “S-so.. if I were to film your song would it still hypnotise me?” He asks.

You wink at him. “Wow, wanting to listen to me sing already..” You say, “I’m just kidding, It wouldn’t hypnotise you, but you might cry. Just a side effect.”

Izuku averts his eyes, blushing furiously. “Could I get a r-recording of it.”

Does he really have a crush on me? You think. Is that really why he wants a recording of me singing?

You respond with a mere “Yeah, sure.” He nods, pulling his phone out of his pocket, ”Should I leave?“ he asks, and you nod.

As soon as he leaves, the pull of your quirk on your phone begins.

You derive your tune from the one you’d sing at the beach. It’s sad and melancholic but there’s an upbeat note, reminiscing on times where you felt free even if there was a tug upon your heart. The air seems to split, allowing the vibrations of your song to pull across the air. It’s not the perfected version, but it’s close.

You love to sing, really, but you’ve always felt bad. you’re only good at singing when you’re using your quirk.

Finally, your song fades out and you hit the record button to turn it off. There’s now a 3:30 minute long recording on Izuku’s phone.

You open the door to see Izuku with a pair of earplugs in, so you push aside your shock at the fact you could just open the door.

You tap him, watching him jump. So cute, you both think in unison.

So cute.

You him his phone, having now secretly added your number.

Very sneaky.

—————

13:36

Izuku: Very sneaky lol

Y/n: (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄ what can I say I’m an assassin.

Y/n: btw tell aizawa to get me a bed lmfao

Izuku: You don’t have a bed!? Where did you sleep last night?

Y/n: floor comfy

Izuku: lol weird

Y/n: said the boy with a notebook about me (⁄ ⁄•⁄Ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄

Izuku: bullying

Y/n: possibly <3

———

Another day passes, more texts coming back and forth from Izuku. He’s really flirting.. huh…

He’s cute. You’re pulled out of your thoughts by the familiar ding of Izuku messaging you

———

Izuku: wyd lol

Y/n: nursing my sore throat lol I practiced my song too much

Izuku: :o oh no

Y/n: it’s fine B) I’m too cool to be defeated by a mere sore throat

Izuku: lol (:

Y/n: wyd

Izuku: just went to recovery girl!!! I broke a finger again ):: I was making so much progress,,

Y/n: it’s not reverting your progress!! It’s still progress.

Izuku: y/n you’re gonna make me cry..

Y/n: go listen to that recording then crybaby

Izuku: THAT RECORDING LITERALLY MAKES ME CRY ):::::

Y/n: yeah cuz ur a crybaby <3

Izuku: stopppp bullying meee <3

Y/n: it always looks like ur flirting when you put a <3 (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄

Izuku: does that mean that you’re flirting?

Y/n: possibly

———

A few more days pass, flirtatious messages passing back and forth.

They’re just a joke, you’d think, blushing furiously.

———

15:32

Y/n: IzukuHeklp

Izuku: ??? Whats wrong??

Y/n: ripped scalepain

Y/n: Y/n sent a photo message

(Photo ID: It’s a picture of y/n’s y/f/c scales. One appears to have been ripped off of her skin, and there’s blood coming from underneath it. Through the blood you can just barely see an underdeveloped scale that was going to replace the broken scale when it was ready.)

———

You’re pulled out of your agony but Izuku slamming open the door, rushing to your side. He’s holding a piece of cloth clearly ripped off of his shirt. He wraps it around your leg gently, watching attentively as it soaks up blood. He picks you up bridal-style, not even noticing the way both you and him blush heavily.

(By the time you’ve reached Recovery girl, the piece of cloth is almost as red as your face.)

You lay on the small bed, bleeding now stopped due to recovery girls quirk. You glance toward izuku, tears welling up in his eyes. You gently pat his head, watching him watch you.

”Stooppp cryingggg” you whine.

Recovery girl watches you with a look that says “oh to be young and in love..”

Izuku pouts. “Make me.” He sighs jokingly.

You spot your opportunity there. “What if I told you that you could come ’round to my room later?” You say blushing.

Izuku turns tomato-red, nodding.

————

As soon as your out of recovery girls office, Izuku follows you like a puppy. You glance toward the bandage now wrapped around your leg to stop infection. Turns out ‘you didn’t have enough energy to fully heal it from all those all-nighters‘ or something.

You open the door to your room, fairy lights turned on and glowing purple. There’s a small sofa that fits two and Izuku beelines for it. You’re so glad Aizawa let you decorate your room. You sit down next to him, cunning your perfect plan.

”I think I hate all-might a little less, now-“ you say, preparing yourself for the infodump from Izuku.

“i’m so glad! You know, ever since the toxic chainsaw fight-“ Izuku begins, not noticing you tune him out after 5 minutes. “Stop infodumping..” you say playfully and he picks up on it. “Make me!” he pouts.

”Sure.” You smirk, leaning in.

As soon as your lips collide, Izuku seems to blank out. He’s blushing red like a tomato. The rain outside seems to quieten over the roar of your pounding hearts..

And you don’t regret it at-all.

Once you finally pull away from the kiss, izuku’s a stuttering mess. “Wh-W-What does th-this make us?…” he asks, stuttering and stumbling over his words. You chuckle, leaning in close to his face so you’re essentially in his lap. “I think you know..” you coo into his ear, watching it slowly turn pink.

He nods slowly, watching you. “So.. I was thinking about a beach date?” you say, softly. He giggles slightly, although he still stumbles over the sound. “Sounds to me like you just want to go into the water..” he says.

You look him in the eye.

”I never said you couldn’t come into the water, too..”

#Bnha x reader #Midoriya Izuku x reader #izuku midoriya x you #izuku midoriya x y/n #reader-insert #reader insert #midoriya Izuku x you #midoriya Izuku x y/n

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Too Loose And You’ll Lose It

Ch1: GI Joe And Army Barbie Co-Written with @icanfeelastormbrewing

Intro: Following the Child Sex Trafficking job, The Losers all go their own way for a break before they are due back in Fairfax County. Stella is enjoying some quiet time with her mother.

And Jensen.

But, it isn’t ever quiet where he is involved.

Warnings: Bad Language words.

Pairing: Jake Jensen x OFC Stella Stevenson.

A/N: So here it is! We’ve been waiting to bring you this one for a LOOOOONG time, and we hope we don’t disappoint. We can’t wait to dive into this fic! We pick up in 2007, roughly 2 years or so before the events of the Losers Film (in our head anyway) and we can’t wait to cram it full of adventure. Please let us know what you think with a reblog and a comment.

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Prologue

May 2007

Stella and her mom sat in the kitchen of her childhood home in Manchester, New Hampshire. It was late morning one Friday morning, the day after she had returned home following debriefs at the CIA base in DC. It had been an emotional reunion, not having seen her mother for almost 8 months in person. They’d stayed up late with a bottle of wine before retiring to bed and after a lazy morning she had eaten a huge breakfast of pancakes, bacon and eggs, god knows how many rounds of toast and some decent coffee.

“Have you had enough to eat honey?” Her mom asked.

“Yup, honestly I’m stuffed, Ma. It feels good to be eating home cooked food for a change.” She smiled.

“Yeah, well, God only knows what you’ve been eating out there.” Julie mumbled as Stella smiled at her mom’s typical mother concern.

“So when are you due back in the office?” Julie pressed and Stella’s smile grew even wider at her mom’s name for the George Bush Centre for Intelligence in Fairfax County, the CIA HQ where The Losers would be based predominantly when they weren’t running missions.

“I have another week of leave. They gave me longer seeing as I was down there for so long. Clay and the rest only got a few days, much to Jake’s disgust, he heads back over there Monday.” Stella shook her head snorting “You know if he had his way he would be on permanent leave, drinking and watching football on TV.”

“He hasn’t changed then?” Julie grinned.

“Nope.”

“I bumped into his mom the other day at the supermarket.” Stella’s mom continued.

“Yeah? How is Janet?”

“She’s good.” Julie nodded “John has been building a new shed for the garden…or maybe it was a summer house. Either way, they were planning on having a BBQ soon when Gracie finishes school”

“Sounds good, have you seen them much at all recently?” Stella asked.

“We’ve got together a few times yes. Which reminds me….” Julie narrowed her eyes “She told me Jake has been back in the US now for 12 months. You tell him from me he’s gonna get a slap for not coming over to see me when he came back home to visit.”

Stella laughed “I’ll make sure he knows how disgusted you are in him, don’t worry.”

They sat chatting for a little while longer before Julie stood up to clear the plates, waving away Stella’s offer of help, as she always did when she was home. Stella headed into the lounge, picked up her laptop and opened up her browser, dialling into her military account. About 15 minutes later Julie walked in.

“What are you doing?”

“I got some paper work and stuff to sort, you know for the accommodation in the Condo that Clay sent me through.” Julie shook her head, “You know, Estella, I really wish you’d get a normal job-“

Stella sighed “Ma, don’t start…”

“You’re as stubborn as your father and look where that got him!”

“Wow.” Stella looked up, arching her eyebrow. “Nice. Good guilt trip.”

“You’re my little girl.” Julie’s voice grew quiet. “ I worry. And I miss you. “I know, but…this is my job. It’s all I’ve ever wanted to do.” Stella shrugged “But now, I’m home and…I’m not on tour all the time. I’ll be back for a week once very month and, well, you still have Rey, she literally lives 10 minutes away!”

Julie rolled her eyes “For all the good that does. She only visits when she wants food or to complain about something.”

Stella seized the opportunity to divert the conversation and she snorted “Complain about what? Which fucking sports car Richard wants to buy her next. Or because he doesn’t like whatever pretentious middle name she has planned for their first born?” Before Julie could reply they both heard the back door open to the kitchen and a familiar voice called “Yo, Stevensons…” Julie looked at Stella who rolled her eyes. “Speak of the devil…”

Jensen appeared in the doorway to the lounge, grinning “Oh, we’re you talking about me gorgeous?”

“No I was, and how you’ve been home on US soil for almost a year and not paid me one visit Jacob.” Julie glared at him, folding her arms.

“Oooh the full name. Am I in trouble?” Jensen grinned.

“Yes, you damned well are JJ.” Julie said, opening her arms “Now come here…”

Grinning Jensen stepped forward to give Stella’s mum a hug, pulling back with a yelp as she slapped him round the head.

“Shit, Jules!! What the hell was that for?”

“I told you! Your mother was telling me just the other day you’ve been back to Manchester now a few times and didn’t even think of paying me a visit?”

“Sorry Jules, been busy”

Julie narrowed her eyes “Busy doing what?”

“Wow. I really am in trouble huh.” Jensen shrugged. Stella snorted and Jensen looked over at where she was concentrating on the screen of her laptop. “What you doing Stel?” Stella let out a sigh at the same time her mother did, before Julie headed back into the kitchen.

“What’s going on?” Jensen asked, watching Julie leave before he turned to Stella “Am I supposed to sigh now?” “I was just filling in the paper work for the condo.” She replied as Jake sat next to her “Mom still isn’t a big fan of me being in the military. Swear she still thinks I’m 10 or something.”

“Well I know for a fact you aren’t” Jensen flashed her his trademark goofy smile and Stella slapped his arm.

“Shut up JJ” “Ouch…!” Jake rubbed his arm “Stel, be gentle.” She rolled her eyes and he reached for her laptop “Ok, let me see…” he glanced at the computer “You know this thing is totally outdated?”

“It does a job, I don’t care.” “Speaking of jobs…” Jensen looked towards the kitchen door, “How about you and me…”

“Jesus Jake!” Stella looked at him as he grinned “Here, whilst my mom is home? You have issues.”

“Didn’t bother you 10 years ago…”

“Yeah, well I didn’t know any better, you’re living proof of that. And besides, I’ve grown up since then. You should try it.” “Hmmm, you know one of the perks of being Black Ops means we all get our own private digs in the Condo” he wiggled his eyebrows.

“I swear to god Jake, you’re a fucking nightmare.” Stella rubbed her temples “Why are you here?”

“Came to invite you to the Petunia’s game tomorrow. It’s been a while since we went out on a date babe.”

“A while?” Stella shook her head laughing. “Your concept of time measurement really amazes me.” Jake chuckled “So whaddya say?” he asked, giving her a goofy grin.

“Yeah why not?” Stella asked “Which girl wouldn’t dream of going to watch an under 8’s girl soccer game? Can’t believe my luck.” “Don’t be a whiny bitch!” Jake rolled his eyes “We’re meeting Pooch and his girl later in the evening for drinks.”

“Great, so now it’s turned into a double date.” She rolled her eyes.

“Why you being so grumpy Stel?” Jake frowned.

Stella sighed “Sorry Jakey…just..oh I dunno, I guess mom just pissed me off a bit that’s all. Bringing up my dad, suggesting I’m gonna go the same way he did.”

Jake pondered this for a moment before he took a deep breath. “You know she’s just worried about you that’s all.”

Stella smiled “I know…I know. Doesn’t help I can’t really tell her what I’m doing, other than running CIA tasked missions.”

“Come’ ere…” Jake threw an arm round her and she leaned into him, laying her head on his shoulder. “How about I help you fill that paper work out and then we can head and grab some lunch or a drink, whatever.”

“Now that’s actually quite a good idea.”

Jensen smiled and gently kissed her head. “It happens occasionally.”

Stella looked up at him “Guess it’s my lucky day then.”

“Well mine was like 10 years ago so guess I can say about time Stel.”

“Smooth…” she rolled her eyes and he shrugged, dipping his head and pressing his lips to hers in a soft kiss, but before it could go any deeper another loud voice rang out from the kitchen and Stella pulled away giving a groan.

“Just what I fucking need.”

Jensen grimaced at the sound of Stella’s eldest sister as her airey tone grew louder, before the door to the lounge opened

“Aww GI Joe and Army Barbie are back in town.”

“Fuck off Aubrey.” Stella looked up at where her sister was stood leaning in the doorframe.

“Hello to you too.” Aubrey rolled her eyes.

“S’up Rey? How’s Dick?” Jensen grinned at her. Stella nudged him, trying hard not to smirk

“You know full well his name is Rick, Jacob.” Aubrey replied with a bored tone. “You were at the wedding after all.

“Yeah…” Jensen mused “Still looks like a Dick to me.”

At that Stella snorted and he flashed her a quick wink. She loved how he always had her back against her sister and her snobby bastard husband. Aubrey merely rolled her eyes, she was well used to Jake and his quips by now.

“Yeah laugh all you want losers” and with that she left and made her way to the kitchen

“Well, she’s not wrong we are Losers.” Jake shrugged “Yeah but she doesn’t know, let’s keep it that way.” Stella sighed, before she shook her head “I don’t know how your sister is still friends with her, I mean out of choice? Really?

“Well, us Jensens are made to please.”

At that point Julie re-entered the living room “Jake are you staying for lunch or are you expected anywhere else to please today? I’m making lasagne.”

“Mom we literally ate breakfast an hour ago.” Stella looked up at her and Julie smiled.

“I know, but I’m making the pasta from fresh and have a few other things to do so it won’t be ready for a while. You two do your…thing and let me know what you decide. Rick and Rey are staying, he’s coming later so…” “Can’t wait.” Stella deadpanned.

“Please don’t start Estella…” Julie shot her a look.

“Anyway, change of subject…how is her shit soap selling?” Jake leaned back on the sofa and Stella snorted.

“Ask her, I dare you. I’d pay to see her face.”

“I’d do it for free if it makes you smile.”

“You two, behave if you’re staying.” Julie said sternly, pointing at them both.

“You gonna be pissed if we don’t stay?” Stella looked at her mom.

“I’ll be more pissed if you do and don’t behave.” The reply came back.

“Cross my heart Jules…” Jensen made the sign over his chest “Best behaviour. Anything for your lasagne.”

“Glad to hear it Jake.” Julie raised her eyebrow and then turned from the room.

“Looks like we’re staying then.” Stella looked at Jensen who merely grinned back.

“Sorry Stel, but you know I love verbal sparring with Rick the Prick.”

She snorted “You’re a bad man JJ” “I’m your bad man.” He winked.

Stella looked at him, cocking her head to one side trying to figure out what exactly he meant. As far as she was concerned he wasn’t after anything serious. Especially seeing he was the one that broke it off 8 years ago. Sure they’d fallen into the whole friends with benefits thing but it was no strings and all that…

She took a deep breath, cleared her throat and nodded to her laptop “So, er…forms?”

****

Two hours later they were still filling in the damned paperwork, Stella having a lot to complete…that and the fact they’d been distracted a bit by laughing and joking around, Jake showing her on Google Maps the location of a few good restaurants and bars not too far from the Condo to head to. They both looked up as Julie walked back into the lounge to tell them lunch would be ready in 20. They finished up what they were doing before walking into the Kitchen where Stella was greeted by her brother-in-law with his usual stiff hug, whereas Jake took great delight in pumping his hand up and down furiously, grinning at him.

Stella shook her head, smiling to herself as they all sat down outside in the garden, making the most of the nice weather, and began to eat. Richard was telling some boring tale from his office and Jensen was hanging off his every word, pretending to give a shit when Stella knew nothing could be further from the truth. He was merely waiting for his opportunity, which was handed to him a few minutes later by Rey who couldn’t resist getting the first shot in.

“Jake, how’s the army geek life treating you?”

“Great Rey, how’s the soap?”

Stella instantly choked on her water, and Jensen looked at her, patting her on the back as she recovered.

“Oh, it’s ok.” Rey waved a hand “I haven’t made much recently, been so busy with you know…other stuff.” “Yeah, that other stuff just keeps gettin’ in the way of…soap.” Jake shook his head.

“Are you joking with me now?” Rey narrowed her eyes.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Jensen shook his head. “In fact, I’m in awe of you. I mean it literally amazes me how you can make that stuff and sell it when you hate getting your hands dirty so much.” Jake swallowed a mouth of his food and grinned at her.

Rey glared at Jake “I wear gloves, ass-wipe.”

“You really don’t get irony do you?” Stella laughed, taking a drink from her glass of water.

At that point her mother caught her eye and gave her a stern glare, her earlier warning to the two of them to behave flashed across Stella’s mind but she was struggling to care. Her and Jake ‘Tag-teaming’ Rey and Rick was a well-practised art that the two of them had fine-tuned over the years, and it was the only time Stella ever felt she could get one up on her sister.

Rey looked at her and flicked her hair behind her shoulder “You may laugh but its selling really well. I’m actually thinking of expanding into a baby range.”

“Be handy for when we get pregnant.” Rick smiled at her.

Stella pulled a face as Jake grinned “You guys have that planned too? A designer little Rick or Rey on its way?”

Aubrey smiled and looked adoringly at Rick in a way that made Stella want to barf “Yeah, we’ve been trying.”

“Code for we’ve been fucking non-stop like Rabbits.” Stella mumbled.

“Estella!” Julie said sharply as Rey glared at her.

“Just because you can’t get your own relationship sorted…” she shot

“I’m not in a relationship, as well you know.”

“You sure?” Rey stared back at her, her eyes flicking to Jensen for a second. ��Stella felt herself grow red.

“Fuck off.”

“Ok that’s enough!” Julie said loudly “Can the pair of you just not stop this sniping for even one damned hour?”

Stella took a deep breath “Sorry Ma.”

Jake who had remained quiet, up until that point chipped up again, deflecting the conversation.

“Huh…” he pondered something before he pointed his fork at Rey “You know, if you’re trying to get pregnant it’s highly recommended to be in good spirits. You keep getting so angry and snippy at people, you’re gonna scare Rick’s little soldiers away. It’s a question of PH.”

Rey and Rick exchanged a glance whilst Julie looked down at her plate, coughing slightly, a smile flickering on her mouth, her admonishing clearly forgotten. Stella’s eyes moved from her mother to Jake and she mouthed ‘are you for real?’

Jensen simply grinned, shrugging, as Stella shook her head, trying not to laugh. She adored Jake when he was in full on playful mode like this. He was always full of random, stupid trivia that you could never tell whether was actual fact or simply made up for the sake of sheer, stupid comedy value and he could use it perfectly to diffuse a situation and divert attention just as he had done right now. The best bit was, that Rey and Rick were utterly oblivious to his tactic and were now looking at him, like his words were gospel.

“Where the hell did you hear that?” Rey asked.

“I read it in Nature…” Jake shrugged, taking another mouthful of his food.

“I’m impressed Jake.” Rick looked at him.

“Well, sometimes I’m more than just a pretty face Dick.” Jensen shrugged.

Rick blinked “Did he just-“

“Jules, I gotta say…” Jensen cut him off before he could finish, flashing Julie his best smile “This lasagne as always is delicious.”

*****

“Damned Stel…” Jakey mumbled to himself as she heads to car. Taking in her tight jeans that show off her ass and legs, her khaki green silk chami top which hung loosely off her frame, exposing her collar bone and her light grey jacket, set off with a pair of stylish Oakley Holbrooks with matte black frames and red iridium lenses. Her hair was pulled into a side braid which hung down her right shoulder and when she smiled at him he shifted slightly in his seat.

“You look nice.” He recovered himself enough to smile as she climbed into the car.

“Thanks JJ.” She turned to him, taking in his dark jeans and grey and blue button down. “No Petunias T-shirt?”

“Well I figured seeing as we’re going out afterwards I should make a bit of an effort.” He grinned, pushing his glasses back up his nose. Stella arched an eyebrow but didn’t say anything.

“See your dad got a new car…” she mused, taking in the interior of the silver chevvy blazer before she grinned “Pity he got rid of the ford…”

Jensen smirked “Yeah, we had…good times on that back seat.”

Stella smiled and looked out of the window, before she turned back to Jake as he drove off up the road. “So who are they playing today?” she asked

“A team called the Oaks.” He said “I was checking their scores the other day, they lost their last 5 games so...” Stella smiled “You get far too invested in this you know?”

Jensen shrugged. “What can I say, I like soccer.”

Their conversation continued on the 10 minute or so drive to the Petunia’s home pitch, and eventually strayed to Jensen’s sister Jane before it moved onto their lunch yesterday and how Julie had given Stella a ticking off once Jake had left.

“You know Rey has been googling that PH bull shit don’t you?” Stella looked at Jensen as he drove towards the soccer pitches “And she’s realised it’s just that. Bull shit.” Jensen shrugged “I don’t care, she was being a bitch to you.”

“Well thankfully she left about an hour after you did yesterday so I didn’t have to put up with her for much longer.” Stella shrugged “Still, was long enough for her to keep talking about fucking soap.”

Jensen grinned “I think I touched a nerve?”

“No shit.” Stella grumbled “You know what she said? After all that about how well it was selling and them expanding the range, she told ma she only made $500 last month!”

Jensen laughed as he swung the car into a spot by the side of the road. “Yeah, that’s…not great.”

“I did point out that maybe the reason people don’t buy whatever shit she sells because they freak out at the ridiculously ostentatious name of the company.

“The Bath To Righteousness” Jensen grinned as they both climbed out. “Yeah it is pretty pretentious. Stuff like that needs an angle you know? These companies selling homemade, organic shit are ten a penny. It needs to be a catchy name, something punchy.”

“What would you call it?” Stella looked at him, slipping her arm through his as they headed over to the pitch The Petunias were playing on.

“I’ve got Soap, Bitches.” He nodded firmly. Stella burst into laughter. “Or Lick My Soap.” Jensen continued reeling off stupid names as they approached the side lines. “Soap In Your Hole…Hit Me with Your Best Soap…Slippery when Wet… Don’t Buy Soap, Won’t Be Soap”

Stella was laughing that hard she was struggling to breathe. Jensen grinned as her nose crinkled up and she let go of his arm, doubling over, clutching her stomach. “Don’t buy soap, won’t be soap?” she managed to stutter, wiping her eyes “What the fuck does that even mean?”

“It’s from an ancient Tibetan philosophy- don’t start none, won’t be none.”

“You’re so full of crap.” She snorted, shaking her head.

“Maybe I should eat one of those soap bars then?”

Stella began to laugh again and at that point Jake’s sister Jane appeared from wherever she had been and looked at the pair of them over her shades. “What the hell’s got into you?” she looked at Stella, a smile playing on her face.

“Hey Jane, What’s soap, I mean up.” Jensen quipped and Stella let out another loud howl of laughter. Jake looked at her, laughing a little before Jane shook her head

“I just can’t with you two…” Jane grinned and gave Stella a hug. “Good to see you Stel.”

“You too Jane. You look well.” She said, stepping back to take the blonde woman in fully. “Where’s Gracie?” “Oh they’re over there with their coach.” Jane said, waving her hand in the direction of the pitch “She’s been asking about you all day. Ever since Jake said you were coming she’s been so excited.”

“I can’t wait to see her either, it’s been like a year!”

“Oh she’s grown up a lot. You’ll see.” Jane smiled.

“Hear that JJ- grown up.” Stella looked at him. “Seems even your niece can manage it.”

“Says the girl that almost pissed herself laughing at the phrase slippery when wet.” Jensen eyed her over his shades and she shrugged.

“I daren’t even ask…” Jane looked at them both and Jensen simply waved her comment away.

“Oh we were just trying to think of ways to help Rey boost her soap sales.” He shrugged.

“Do I really wanna know?” Jane asked, “Mind you, she’ll probably chew my ear off about it all later.”

It wasn’t long before the teams head out to the pitch and the three of them took their seats on the small stand as they kicked off.

“I’d kill for a beer.” Stella mumbled about 5 minutes later.

“Well, I nearly bought some but thought better not. I got caught last time and fined- broke a by law apparently.” Jensen said, his eyes not leaving the game “Jane went bezerk. She’s kinda scary when she gets mad. Like you.”

Stella smiled and turned back to the game for a little while, until the Petunias made a break for goal, only to have the girl who was running through felled down by one of the Oak’s defenders.

“Oh look at that!” Jensen yelled, jumping up “Foul ref…are you blind?”

“Jake sit down.” Jane hissed, looking up at him from where she sat to Stella’s right.

“I’d say this is embarrassing but I’m used to it.” Stella shook her head.

“I swear to god behave or I’ll ban you for life.” Jane threatened him again as he continued to yell down to the pitch.

“Can you sit down please?” A voice came from behind them and Stella looked at the woman who was speaking “You’re blocking my view”

“For fucks sake…” Stella grumbled, reaching up with her left hand and yanking on his shirt “Jakey, sit!”

With a grumble he did as he was told and leaned across Stella to look at Jane “You soccer mums are a nightmare.” Jane glared at him, Stella remained focussing on the game, trying not to laugh. When Jensen moved to sit back she looked at Jane and mouthed “Sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Jane shook her head “He’s far worse when you’re not around.”

“God help you.”

“Yeah there was this one time he was that bad Gracie stopped talking to him for an entire weekend. Poor Kid hadn’t been so embarrassed in her life.” Jane mumbled. Jensen turned to look to his right at Stella and his sister, frowning.

“What are you two whispering about?”

“You.” Stella looked at him “Now shut up and behave.”

“No need to be so aggressive babe.” He arched an eyebrow but obeyed anyway.

“Stella, can I hire you for like ALL the games?” Jane asked, nodding to the fact Jensen was, for once, doing as he was told.

Stella snorted, shaking her head as she turned back to the match.

As it was only a kid’s game, they only played 20 minutes either half. The first one closed at 0-0 and after a quick 5 minutes break they swapped ends and kicked off the second half. About 5 minutes in the Petunias broke and this time thanks to a great pass through from Gracie they scored. Naturally Jake cheering loudest. The rest of the half was uneventful and the game ended at 1-0. As everyone began to move, the three of them headed down to the side lines, Gracie trotting towards them.

“Stella!” she grinned, throwing herself at the woman. Stella grabbed her in a hug, swinging her round slightly.

“OMG look at you! You got taller!” she smiled, ruffling her hair.

Gracie grinned “I know. But it has been a while since I saw you.” She admonished Stella a little.

“Really?” Stella grinned “Doesn’t seem that long.”

“Did you see my goal assist?” Gracie asked and Stella nodded.

“Of course I saw it honey, you were great!”

“Alright, alight, favourite uncle right here.” Jensen said, gesturing to himself.

“You’re my only uncle, duh.” Gracie rolled her eyes.

“Well guess that makes me your favourite by default then.” Jensen shrugged.

Stella pat his shoulder gently. “You were brilliant JJ.”

At that Gracie gave a snigger.

They chatted for a little while longer before Jake said they needed to leave to meet Pooch and ‘future Mrs. Pooch’. Gracie wasn’t impressed at Stella going so soon and there was a brewing tantrum until Stella assured her it wouldn’t be too long before she saw her again. In all honesty, Jensen could have spent the rest of the evening watching his niece and Stella interact. He had to concede Stel had a way with children which contrasted with the focused military Captain persona who was now part of an elite black-ops team . Mind you, Gracie had known Stella her entire life. Granted, Gracie had spent more time with Aubrey, being as she was one of her mother's best friends, than with Stel and yet it wasn't hard to tell Stel was one of Gracie's favourite people in the world.

So after a vague promise to take Gracie out for an ice cream during the week she still had left of her leave, Stella managed to avert the tantrum and they said goodbye and headed back to the car.

When they got to Tandy's, almost half an hour later, Pooch and his fiancé were already at the bar waiting for them. Pooch stood up as he spotted them approaching and he pulled Stella into a hug before greeting and patting Jensen's back and introducing Stella to his wife-to-be, Jolene. They grabbed a drink and sat down, the 4 of them chatting for a little while. Pooch and Jolene told Stella all about their wedding plans, which sounded like a beautiful ceremony planned for the following year in Mexico.

Stella was asking the reason for their wedding ceremony being in Mexico when they finished their first round. Jensen, noticing their glasses were empty, stood up to go get another round, he had already had his share of Pooch's wedding plans for the past year, and Jolene excused herself to go to the bathroom soon after, leaving Stella and Pooch alone.

"So you enjoying the chance to be at home for a few weeks Arty?" Pooch asked her.

"It’s great being with my mom but she’s already driving me crazy, telling me I need to leave the army and get a good, normal job. She’d have a fit if she knew I was part of this Elite Black ops shit."

Pooch chuckled "Well, it’s not all undercover life or death situations. You know, Jensen ended up doing 2 months at HQ working on some online terrorist cell last year. Cougar has run a few sniping jobs too. I ran a couple of training ops with some troops in Canada."

"Yeah. Clay mentioned I might get a few normal jobs…" Stella nodded, as she fiddled with the coaster on the table.

"So it’s good to be reasonably close to home, you know? Well, I say reasonably close…still like a 7 and a half hour drive. Hurrah for Military Discount on airfare…or you can go via New York and take a night there.” Pooch shrugged “Me and Jensen done that a few times. Although keeping tabs on him in Times Square can be a pain in the ass…"

"Yeah I can imagine." she laughed.

"So, what’s your dad think about your career choice?" Pooch asked then.

"No idea, he died when I was 10." Stella shrugged.

"Shit, sorry." Pooch apologised, eyes wide open at the realisation of his gaffe.

Stella gave him a comforting smile. "It's ok. You didn't know."

"No siblings?" Pooch inquired and Stella could feel his wariness as he asked another personal question.

"One." she smiled again. "Sister, she’s…” Stella hesitated, trying to thing of the most diplomatic way to phrase what she wanted to say. “Well, she’s very different to me. Her husband is a Finance Director for Lockheed Martin and earns a ridiculous amount of money so she doesn’t work. Well, unless you count running an online Etsy shop selling home-made soaps. She’s friends with JJ’s sister although fuck knows how Jane puts up with her."

"I could ask you the same thing about Jensen." Pooch joked, nodding at Jensen at the bar and Stella smiled again.

By then Pooch had noticed Arty smiled a lot. She had a warm smile that made him feel comfortable around her. That and the fact she wasn't shy to talk about her life with him. He liked her and thus he was curious about what the real nature of her relationship with Jensen was.

"So you know his family as well then?" he asked.

"Yeah I’ve known them all since I was 11." she offered.

"That’s nice." Pooch nodded.

"What is?"

"You guys being so close since you were kids." he said, smiling.

Stella smiled at him again but it was now a mischievous smile "He told you how we met?"

Pooch shook his head "No."

"It was first week of middle school. I was walking to class and my bag split. He came over to help me pick up my stuff, smacked his head straight into mine as he stood up." she stopped to let Pooch laugh it up.

"He banged his head?” Pooch snorted “Yeah that…that sounds like Captain Chaos alright…”

Stella shook her head as she gave Pooch a nudge, stretching her arm over the table. "Don’t laugh, he was cute. A dork but cute. And he was a friend. My dad had only been dead 6 months or so and we had moved back home from Kentucky to be nearer our grandparents so I didn’t really know anyone. But, he came straight over when everyone else was laughing at me and he deliberately placed himself so no one would see me crying." At that Pooch saw Stella glancing over at Jensen, smiling softly. "Been hanging out ever since."

"So when did you two…you know…cross the line so to speak."

"He asked me out on my 17th birthday. I’d liked him for years but didn’t think he thought of me in that way. We dated through senior year and then we both went off to Norwich University for the ROTC." She explained.

"Oh, so you didn’t direct enter either then?"

"No. I talked to Clay about it and he suggested I do the ROTC so I could get a college education as well. I suggested it to Jakey and we both went for it."

"So, excuse my prying but why you two beak up? Seems like you were together for pretty much the most important decisions of your lives?"

Stella hesitated before answering. Although she didn't mind talking to Pooch it was the first time she explained her and Jensen's story to anyone. She hadn’t needed to up to that point, seeing as everyone she had met till then didn't know Jake too, bar their respective families and friends and they already knew what the deal between them was. Sort of.

For the first time Pooch felt like she wasn't that willing to answer. "Well, after the ROTC thing we both got our first overseas postings and, well, he suggested that maybe it was better if we called it quits before the distance tore us apart and we resented one another. I agreed. We stayed friends though."

"Friends with benefits, huh?"

"Yeah, you could say that." she snorted.

Pooch looked at her. He sensed it was better not to pry more on the subject so he decided to change topics.

"So, you know Clay of old then?" he asked, remembering Clay had warned them she was like a daughter to him.

"Yeah he was in the Army with my dad. My dad was a major in the Screaming Eagles, you heard of them?"

Pooch nodded "The 101st airborne division, right?"

Stella nodded too. "Clay was first lieutenant in his command. He was killed when they launched the operation to cut off Highway 8. One of only 16 to die. Clay took it hard, he was literally right by dad when he died. A foot to the right and he’d have taken the bullet not dad, and he felt guilty for ages for not spotting the sniper but…either way one of them ended up dead. I mean, dad was only 45 when he died and Clay would have been…what, 28 or so at the time, maybe? Either way it’ no age, total waste of a life."

"You know, Clay never really talks about his past much but he did tell us once that seeing his friend die at the hand of an insurgent was what spurred him into the Special Ops. He wanted to get involved in tracking down terrorists, making places safer. Never knew who he was talking about though." Pooch offered.

"Well now you do." she shrugged "I expect it's painful for him to talk about. We’ve all been there, lost people …it’s hard."

"So that's why you joined as well? Your dad?" Pooch asked.

"Yeah. Much to Mom’s disgust. She called Clay, thought he would talk me out of it. I think his words to my mum were, and I quote “ I don’t stand a chance Jules, you know she looks up to Ian’s memory like he’s Captain America….”."

Pooch laughed out loud and Stella grinned. "Yeah she’s still not best pleased with him. And when I got stationed over in Iraq, well, I thought she was gonna hunt him down and kill him with her bare hands."

"You clearly made the right career choice though, I mean you made Captain pretty fast." Pooch stated with real admiration. “Just like Jensen did.”

"A lot of that was down to doing the ROTC and circumstance. Right place, right time…you know what it’s like in the field. They need commissioned, senior officers in Delta Force, I dare say female ones specifically to ‘fil the quota’ so to speak. I did my job well and…" she shrugged.

"From what I hear you’re selling yourself short. Clay speaks very highly of you. He was raving about this person on the inside for the entire time we were running that last op."

Stella smiled, after the conversation with her mother the day before and having to put up with her sister and brother in law's perfect life all over the weekend, Clay's words were like a balm to her.

"Good to know I’m doing something right."

Pooch was pondering Stella's words when Jensen returned from the bar with a couple of beer bottles and two deep orange coloured cocktails.

"Sorry guys, they had a new bartender who wasn't very sure about the best way to prepare a Sailor's Grave." He shrugged “So, this is for Pooch, this is for Mrs. Pooch and this one is for my girl…" he said, placing the drinks ceremoniously on the table, flashing a wink at Stella when he said the last part.

Pooch raised an eyebrow at Stella. The boundaries in Jensen and Stella's relationship, whatever that was, were clearly a little blurred.

Stella rolled her eyes before speaking "I’m not your girl Jake, not since you dumped me when you went over to Burkina Faso." She flinched a little as that came out slightly harsher than she meant and Jensen noticed.

"Ouch doll. Bitter much?" he frowned.

Stella took a deep breath but didn’t say anything. Worst thing she could do was encourage him, whether it was in favour or against, his attempts of flirting. Thankfully, at that moment Jolene returned to the booth.

"Sorry I took so long, I got a call from the office." She apologised as she sat at her place next to Pooch.

Stella seized the chance to divert the conversation and get Jake out of her mind and sight for a minute and she smiled at Jolene and asked “So what do you do for a living?”

"Oh I’m a paralegal for a local firm in Concord." Jolene explained before taking a sip from her cocktail.

Soon both women were engaged in a lively conversation as Stella continued to ask her questions, happy to keep her mind occupied and off all thoughts of Jake and the little tension earlier. Eventually, however, last orders were called and the 4 agreed it was time to go.

“Jolene seemed nice.” Stella broke the silence that had fallen in the car. “They make a nice couple.”

"Yeah, Pooch is a good guy and she’s a nice gal so…" Jensen agreed, hands on the wheel.

They both fell silent again, Jake concentrating on the road ahead. He was anxious and hoped Stella hadn't noticed, though they had never been so silent in a car drive. Something had been bugging him since that night in the barracks after the mission. The sex had been amazing, it always had been, but whereas they normally left it at that but now… well, being around their hometown, the place they had grown up and first started dated, going out and just doing things they used to do was sparking all sorts of feelings within him. Just an hour before, calling her his girl had just slipped out, and he’d realised from her reaction as soon as he’d done it that he shouldn’t have.

He chewed the inside of his cheek as he drove, trying to convince himself that he had done the right thing breaking it off 5 years ago. But he was also cursing himself at the same time, because being around her yesterday and today, in a normal environment, he realised that just as he’d told her that night after the mission he missed her. And not just the sex. But her. The difference being now, as he pulled onto her road, he realised he didn’t just miss her because he hadn’t seen her. He missed her being his.

His. That was his last thought as he parked up at her driveway.

"Thanks Jakey, I had fun today." Stella said, looking at him for the first time since they got in the car.

"Me too, Stel." Jensen said as he nodded.

And there was a silent pause as Stella digested the fact he wasn't even looking at her. His eyes were fixed on some point beyond the windshield.

"Ok, erm.." Stella spoke but paused to clear her throat. "Well, have a safe trip over to Base and I guess I’ll see you in a week."

He still didn't say anything, he only nodded in agreement. His eyes still not on her. So she opened the door, ignoring the lump on her throat, and made to leave when she felt him gently grabbing her arm.

"Stel…"

She stopped and looked at him. He was now looking at her, almost pleadingly, as he reached out, gently gripping her chin in his finger and thumb, his eyes bouncing across hers.

"Jake, I don’t think we..." she whispered but her protests died as he pressed his lips to her. It was a furious and needy kiss, his tongue harshly dominating hers, and when he pulled away he pressed his head to hers.

"See you in a week, doll." he said, his eyes boring into hers.

"Yeah, see you." she whispered, before getting out of the car

She looked back once to wave as he was waiting to make sure she got inside, as he always did. Once in she shut the front door and headed to the kitchen. Just as she turned around and took the first step her mom walked out of the living room.

"Not in a relationship, eh?"

"Were you spying on me?" Stella asked. Best defence is offense after all…

Her mother shrugged, a smile threatening to spread on her face. She liked Jake, she had always liked him and what was more, though she would rather be caught dead than admit to it, she liked him more than she would ever like Rick in a million years. But then, what was more important to a mother than their daughters' happiness?

Stella sighed. "It's complicated."

"Sure it is. Night honey.” her mother said and, after placing a kiss on her head, she left her to it.

Stella said goodnight and headed into the kitchen for a bottle of water. She uncapped it and leaned on the counter. It had taken her a while to get to a point where she could simply fuck Jake and leave it at that, but even then deep down she knew she had been kidding herself, fooling herself. He had been right in the bar before, she was bitter. Bitter that he had given up so easily when she thought they had something special. And she’d been that much of a sucker that she’d gone along with the whole ‘friends with benefits’ arrangement because the thought of not being with him at all had made her feel sick.

During the last 12 months they had drifted apart and even though she’d hated it at first and it had killed her, it had done her the world of good in that she had finally worked him out of her system.

Or so she thought she had.

Because here she was, less than 2 weeks of being back in his presence and she was already slipping back down that deep, dark hole. After that night post the mission they hadn’t been together that way, at all, but then the previous day he’d shown up and today he had taken her out, for what had been a really fun afternoon and evening, and it had felt just like old times.

Especially when he had kissed her like that.

Jensen was the king of giving off mixed signals, he always had been. Hell, it had taken her years to figure out he liked her that way. But they weren’t in high school anymore, and it was easy, far too easy to get swept back into something that meant more to her than it did to him. She knew she had to put a stop to it, because someone was going to get hurt. And that someone was likely to be her.

Lost in her thoughts she drained the bottle and tossed it into the recycling bin before running her hand through her hair sighing to herself.

“I’m fucked.”

**** Chapter 2

#too loose and you'll lose it #jake jensen x ofc #jake jensen x original female character #jake jensen #the losers

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skvaderarts · 3 years ago

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Devil May Cry OC Week Day 4!

I’m actually really excited for @dmc-oc-week day for because it gives me the opportunity to talk about Sirrus without delving into spoilers! Yay loopholes!

This contains slight spoilers, but nothing super important. Just keep that in mind. it won’t effect anything, but if you want to go in totally blind, tread carefully.

Dislikes:

Note: if your wondering why I did dislikes first, it’s because that’s just how Sirrus is lol! He’s not a downer, but he likes to think of himself as a realist, but he’s slightly closer to being a pragmatic nihilist, and that lack of optimism lingers in his day to day life because he’s naturally going to have his guard up at all times. He can’t be disappointed if his expectations are nonexistent. Big mood, Sirrus.

1. His father. As previously mentioned, Sirrus is not on good terms with his father. At all. In fact, he’s actively waiting for his father’s hubris to catch up to him along with some of the enemies he’s made along the way so that he himself doesn’t have to confront him and possible end him because he knows he has it coming, but he doesn’t have it in him to do it himself. He’s probably powerful enough, but he just doesn’t have the heart. Despite everything, he’s still got a small ounce of compassion in his heart towards his father that he can’t let go of, something that he loathes about himself. It’s pretty unhealthy.

2. People that abuse power, authority, or social standing. This is actually a large issue in his own immediate family, and that’s part of why his dislike for it is so powerful. He genuinely believes that you should positively contribute to the lives of others if you have the means to, and if nothing else, that you should not detract from them. As a result, he’s developed a dislike of a large portion of people in power because, I mean, fair enough. But his family does not escape this designation, and that’s a large part of why he does what he does. Not because he believes he has superior judgement or standing over others, but because he cannot solve a problem that he does not understand. So as a result, he has to go out into the field and learn from those his work effects. Assuming that he knows what’s best for everyone while simultaneously never having met those people is literally what he hates most about most people in positions of power, and he strives to not do the same. Being powerful doesn’t mean that your smart, and he knows that first hand. I feel like Sirrus would be into the “eat the rich” thing if it was a thing in the DMC universe. Very into it.

3. His mother. I feel like this one may come as a bit of a surprise to some of you who know more about him from the fic since he’s literally only mentioned her once, and doesn’t speak of her in any broad sense, but Sirrus isn’t on the best of terms with his mother, either. He doesn’t harbor any negativity towards them for splitting up when he was young. In fact, he considers it the best thing that either of them has probably ever done. But he has his reasons for not being on good terms with him mom. Day 6 will cover family and background, so I’ll get to go in depth on that day! For now, lets just put it under the broad but totally accurate category of “extremely toxic and codependent relationship” and go from there. Maybe I’ll make a family tree you you can see how messed up everything is! Yea, that would be fun! Would you like to see that?

4. Extreme heat and sun. In truth, while he does in fact become more powerful in bright sunlight, he still hates it. Why? Simple. It gives him migraines due to one of his existing (but not yet disclosed) abilities. And he just hates to be hot. He’s on the pale side (Ok, he almost makes V look like he has a tan.) so he gets sun burned. And because he’s used to a cooler climate, hot places drive him NUTS. I suppose you could say that “Discomfort” is a dislike of his, too.

5. Desk work. This one probably seems pretty random, but as an adjudicator, he actually has to occasionally file reports, and he ABSOLUTELY HATES EVERY SECOND OF IT. He’s good at what he does, no question there, but it’s kind of like being good at sending corporate emails when you hate the fake corporate politeness that you have to maintain, and you basically despise half of the company you work for. Why does he keep the job? Simple. Because no one can abuse the power of the position he’s in if he does it himself. And for him, that’s worth hating a large aspect of his job,

Likes:

1. V. Yup you read that right. Sirrus absolutely adores V, something that he himself is not used to. At this point, he’s not entirely sure what he feels towards him since they haven’t known one another for very long, but he does realize that he means quite a bit to him. After V saved his life in the fic, he really started to pay more attention to him. Before, they were friendly and he had to admit that he actually did find both V and Nero (and Nico, for that matter) really cute, but that was about it. And then as they started spending more time around one another, Sirrus realized that perhaps he liked being around V for a reason. He’s still working on understanding what he feels, but with everything going on in the fic, for now he’s just there to help and figure out what’s going on so that everything turns out alright. Then he can worry about everything else. But for now, he’s just working it out as he goes and trying to distract V from everything going on in the fic. He realizes that he’s got a lot going on, and he genuinely just wants him to be happy for a few damn minuets.

2. Being around equally strange people. Sirrus feels like an outcast most of the time, so as a general rule, he tries to associate with people as little as possible. That being said, the DMC crew makes him feel right at home, and the supreme otherness that he feels much of the time dissipates when he’s with them. It’s a welcome feeling to be sure.

3. Wine. Sirrus actually enjoys wine quite a bit! It’s something he likes the taste of, and due to his biological inability to drink, it’s something he can basically enjoy without consequence. That being said, his favorite wine is absolutely disgusting to basically everyone who’s ever tasted it (aside form V, much to his surprise) and that may be because of a certain added ingredient that was put into it for flavor. What can I say, he has unorthodox tastes!

4. Cooking good food. Sirrus doesn’t actually need to eat, but he does like to entertain those around him. If he likes you, he will cook for you. It’s that simple. It’s something from his own culture that’s been instilled in him; the idea of taking care of those that show kindness to you. And believe me, that doesn’t happen to him very often. He’s largely ostracized in most social interactions despite the fact that he says and does nothing to cause this. Its a key reason as to why he doesn't talk about what he is. It makes people... uncomfortable. And to add to that, he has a sort of aura to him that unnerves people. The way he tends to look at people at though he’s looking through them instead of at them doesn’t help.

5. Fine arts. Something that doesn’t come up much in the books is that Sirrus has hobbies. And a love for the fine arts. All of them. The more unorthodox, the better. Sirrus is that person who is dead inside and will stare at a piece of artwork for ridiculous amounts of time, pondering it’s meaning. Not in a pretensions way, but in a “what the hell am I doing with my life” sort of way. He’s a walking essential crisis, but he’s nothing if not self aware. But in regards to the arts, if it’s a form of expression, then he’s all for it. And he will probably ask you to teach it to him or become a financial patron to your work. He thinks that art and the people that make it are under appreciated, and the idea of art dying out genuinely scares him to death. He doesn’t think a world without art is worth living in. As an extension to this, he loves history. He considered much of it distasteful, but he recognizes it’s importance.

Bonus: Sirrus likes to send extravagant gifts. This is partially due to the fact that he has a very large sum of money and nothing to spend it on. It’s a regular occurrence that you will mention liking something in passing and then end up having it sent to your house out of nowhere. Sirrus did this to V with basically an entire house of furniture, and V is still trying to process it. But this isn’t the only time he’s going to do something like that. Not by a long shot.

Let me know if you have any questions! I love answering them :D And if you have any input, I’ve love to hear that, too!

#dmcocweek #Sirrus #My OC #Devil May Cry OC Week Day 4 #DMC #OC #Devil May Cry #My Devil May Cry OC #My Post Devil May Cry 5 OC #Fic

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missskzbiased · 4 years ago

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Getting a Roommate (5)

Really! I can’t believe I finished this chapter. OH MY GOD! It took me so long to review it. I’m tired. Anyway!

I realized I was writing “Amused” when I meant “Amazed” before UHSAHUSAUHSHAUHUSA I honestly thought it had the same meaning. I guess everyone just seemed to be having fun every chapter SUHAHUSAUHSAUUHSA Anyway, I will pay attention from now on kkkkk

I’ll be going to my sister today and will be back just after tomorrow, then I will have classes and some stuff to do so the next one will probably be written on next weekend >.<

Genre: Fluff, Romance; Sugestive; College Au; Roommate Au; Love Triangle

Pairing: Minho X Reader X Chan

Word Count: ~8,8K

Female Lead

Warnings: Language, Sugestive stuff (?)

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Final)

Right now you wished the ground would swallow you.

You were sitting on your bed, feeling way better than you felt in the morning, Felix sitting beside you, cackling up, and Minho sitting on your chair, telling you all about the night before. You sighed embarrassed, wishing you stayed home yesterday.

“Felix, I hate you” You stated, whining and He just snorted.

“That’s not my fault if you think He’s hot and had to be drunk to yell it at him” You groaned and hit him with your pillow. Why the hell did you drink so much?! You should have known that you would humiliate yourself, especially if your best friend was giving you hints he would try to get you and Chan together.

“You almost told him you wanted to ride him” Minho reminded you “I think calling him hot would be the least of your problems” He stated and grinned as you groaned again, hiding your face behind the pillow.

“Oh my god! He must think I’m so irresponsible! That’s it, I’m going to die as a virgin” You promised and Minho eyed you surprised.

“Are you a virgin?” He asked amazed, not expecting it at all.

“No, but if I keep living like this I think I will go back there” You whined, “I didn’t even want to bang him!” You fumed “It’s all your fault, Lix! I wasn’t thinking about it but now I am and I will not get it!”

“Hey, I don’t think so” Minho pondered “If you ask me, I would say He seemed really into you” He assured, and you looked at him filled with hope.

“Really? Are you sure you’re not just hyping me?” You frowned and He promptly shook his head denying it.

“I mean it! He cupped your cheek and called you his babygirl as if you were the most precious thing in the world” Oh! Should you have hope? You weren’t hoping to be his girlfriend or anything like that, you just wanted to get laid. Maybe someone to cuddle up and watch TV, but you had Felix to do it if you needed… So, yeah banging was enough. It shouldn’t be hard, right? You were nice, sweet, and kind, you thought you could be hot if you tried a little bit, even if Minho didn’t acknowledge it.

“I told her a million times! He likes you” Felix rolled his eyes “If you text him right now and tell him you need him here, He would be here in a blink”

“How can He like me if we don’t even know each other? He is fond of me” You corrected and Felix groaned.

“Same thing! He’s fond of you and He calls you his babygirl and gets flustered when you call him daddy even though you’re just joking” Felix eyed you at that, showing He didn’t buy it at all “So you can just tell him you want him and you will get a fuck buddy” Felix made it sound really simple, but you weren’t so sure about it. He did say you were pretty and He would like to fuck you before, even though the guys didn’t know about it, but he also said it wouldn’t work out since you weren’t into his kinky. Or were you? You never really tried it…

“Even if this is true… I just don’t know” You said weakly and Felix sensed your shift of mood.

“Hey, it’s ok” He assured you “You don’t need to get laid to be happy! You know that I’m just teasing you when I say you need to get laid, right? You should not feel forced to do something you don’t want to do” He seemed concerned and you smiled at him reassuring.

“I think I will let things flow” You stated “Maybe I will get really horny and want to ride him out of nowhere” You laughed.

“Just don’t do it on the couch” Minho joked and you cackled up.

“Now that I have my bed we all can bang on the couch as much as you guys want” You scoffed and Minho grinned.

“Oh? Are you inviting us to bang on the couch, kitty?” He asked mockingly and you blushed, throwing your pillow at his face.

“No! I don’t want to bang you guys!” You snorted “And kitty? Really?” You scoffed.

“Hey! I like kitties! They’re cute and fluffy, fuck off” He pouted and you chuckled, getting up from the bed and announcing you would bring them something to eat since you were starving. You closed the door and went to the kitchen.

“Shouldn’t you try to stop her?” Felix asked suddenly and Minho eyed him like he was crazy.

“Stop her from bringing us food?” He asked confused.

“Stop her from hooking up with Chan” Felix clarified and Minho scoffed, clearly confused.

“What? Why would I do this?” He asked speechlessly and Felix rolled his eyes at him.

“Are you kidding me?” Felix inquired, his eyebrow shot up “You were really interested in her body yesterday if you don’t recall it… And I may not remember everything I and Y/N did, but I do remember you calling her cute, but I don’t recall you telling her this today” Felix was smugly grinning at Minho, who seemed uncomfortable under his gaze. He cleared his throat and averted his eyes “Also you weren’t really subtle right now, hm? You call her kitty then say you like cute and fluff things as kitties?”

“I didn’t mean it like this” He spoke firmly “Y/N is my friend, just like She’s yours. You called her hot and you don’t want to fuck her, right? I call her cute because I do think she’s cute but that doesn’t mean I want to fuck her either” He reasoned and Felix narrowed his eyes.

“Ok, you made your point” He agreed, letting him go. While the boys were talking about you, you were mindlessly searching for something on the fridge, not seeming to find anything you wanted to eat. You hear steps next to you and you looked up to see who was there.

“Feeling better yet?” Hyunjin asked you as He went to the cupboard to search for some snacks. You eyed him, unsure if you should be friendly yet. He didn’t apologize and was just ignoring all of your argument, although He teased you about the couch when he had the chance “You looked like shit this morning”.

“Don’t you own me an apology?” You decided to challenge him, crossing your arms in front of your chest and He chuckled.

“I don’t apologize for things that I would do again” He shrugged “I’m sorry that you felt like shit, though, It wasn’t really my intention” he admitted. It was better than you expected, but you wanted more. You wanted a real apology.

“You should apologize, though” You stated “You have been treating me like an annoying brat and you were pretty rude yesterday. You were being an asshole since day one! And I did nothing to deserve it. I don’t have to put up with you and I deserve a sincere apology” You ranted, feeling pissed that He didn’t even think about being nice. He scoffed and looked at you like you were a baby, which didn’t help your pissed self.

“Make me” He grimaced at you. What a son of a bitch. You smiled at him, a sickly sweet smile that showed you wouldn’t buy his shit anymore. You closed the fridge, walked to him, and took his snacks from his hand, going back to your room “Oh, god! My snacks! I so will have to apologize to her now” he shouted sarcastically and you heard him searching through the snacks all over again.

“You know what?” You said as you entered your room, closing the door with a frown “Who needs to literally fuck someone when you can just fuck someone’s life?” You scoffed. The boys looked at you as if you were crazy and you angrily gave them the snacks.

“Care to enlighten us?” Felix asked.

“I’m going mess Hyunjin’s mind” You stated “He doesn’t want to be a good roommate? Fine! I will piss him off so much He will regret not being a human being, to begin with”

“And how do you plan to make Hyunjin apologize?” Minho asked, disbelief in his voice.

“I won’t tell you! You’re his friend” You scoffed “Do you think I’m dumb?”

“Hey, He’s Felix’s friend too” Minho accused “We’ve shared the same classes for a while now!”

“But Felix is my best friend and wouldn’t betray me!” You reasoned and He gasped.

“Wow! That’s how low you think of me? Good to know! And here I was being nice to you and watching Tangled!” He jokingly argued and you laughed.

“You liked to watch it!” You accused and extended your hand so He would throw your pillow back to you, but he just hugged it “Come on! Give it back” You whined and Minho ignored you, eating his chocolate. Felix snorted, amused by your childish behavior “Come on! Gimme” you pouted.

“Ask your best friend” He muttered moodily and you let out a chuckle.

“Oh my, are you sad because I won’t tell you my plans?” You asked giddily “Wants kitty to give you a hug?” You said sneering and He scoffed.

“Oh? Are we doing the kitty thing?” He asked amused “A good kitty would tell me their plans” He sang and you laughed at that.

“Give up, I won’t tell you” You told him teasingly and He shrugged.

“It doesn’t hurt to try” He snorted and threw you the pillow. He got up from his seat and eyed you funnily “I will let you guys here discuss your sweet revenge” and He walked out of the room. You turned to Felix and started to explain what you had in your mind. You couldn’t wait to piss off Hyunjin like He was pissing you.

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Step 1: Claim what is yours

Hyunjin kissed his date like He needed that to live. He stumbled around the dark living room, trying to support himself and the girl as they made their way to his room occasionally throwing some clothes on the floor as they got closer to his door. He opened it, groaning as the girl kissed his jaw and sucked his earlobe. He threw her on his bed and looked confused for a split of a second.

“What the fuc-“ He was going to say, but the girl beat him to it.

“Is it for me?!” She asked with shining eyes, picking up the pretty underwear that was laying on his bed. Some white lacy underwear that he never saw in his life. He wiped off the confused expression from his face and smiled.

“Don’t you wanna wear it for me, bunny?” He asked and the girl beamed at him, her eyes lustful.

Just as you planned.

“Jinnie! Have you seen my lac-“ You started to ask in a sweet tone and stopped on your tracks when you saw another girl on his bed. You knew too damn well He would bring a girl home and He knew you knew it since He warned both you and Minho in the afternoon. He expected you to say sorry and walk away, but you stood there chocked, your eyes tearing up “Oh my god! Are you cheating on me?!” You asked with a hurt expression.

Hyunjin’s mouth fell agape and you had to gather all your strength not to laugh.

“I can’t believe it!” You yelled, slamming his door and going to your room, expecting the girl to think you were gone. You heard her slamming his door open and when He tried to claim that you weren’t his girlfriend you heard her slap him. Oh my god! It was even better then you pictured!

“You are an asshole!” She yelled at him “I pity your girlfriend! I hope she breaks up with you and you die alone, bastard!” And with that being said, she slammed the front door and everything fell in silence.

“Y/N!” Hyunjin yelled at you and you opened your door.

“What?” You asked slyly, grinning.

“Care to explain yourself?!” He asked pissed and you scoffed.

“I don’t explain things that I would do again… But I’m sorry you feel like shit right now” You grimaced his way and He scoffed.

“Is that it? Oh my god! You’re so… Argh!” He groaned.

“Now can you give me back my underwear? I have a date with Chan tonight and I was looking for it” You asked sweetly and He looked at you blankly.

“You’re saying you didn’t plan this?” He asked suspiciously.

“What?! Do I look unoccupied like that to you?” You rolled your eyes “Today was Minho’s turn to do the laundry, He must have thought it was from some of your hook ups” You reasoned and He nodded, tired.

“I can’t believe you made that scene” He complained, picking up your underwear and pushing it in your hands.

“It was just the perfect opportunity to piss you off” You shrugged.

You felt really proud when He stepped out of your room and you felt the smile crepting on your face. For now, Hyunjin didn’t have a clue you were going to ruin his life. You put away your underwear and dressed up slightly just to not raise his suspicions for now. You waved him goodbye when you passed by him on the couch, and made your way to the place you agreed with Minho.

When He saw you coming dressed up on a Wednesday He knew you were up to something.

“Why the hell did you dress up to eat a hot dog on a Wednesday?” He asked amused, calling his friend over so He could order your food.

“I have a favor to ask” You confessed and He shot his brow up eyeing you curiously “If Hyunjin asks if you let some lacy underwear on his bed could you say yes?” Minho choked at that.

“What?!” He asked when He stopped coughing “What the hell?”

“You see… I let my underwear on his bed” You explained and Minho narrowed his eyes.

“Does it have something to do with your plan?” He asked and you grinned sheepishly “Oh! So I can’t know about your plan but I have to help you?” He scoffed.

“Pretty please?!” You begged with puppy eyes and He eyed you “I will pay for the food” You sighed and He smiled.

�� “Just what I wanted to hear!” He snorted. Later, when you paid for the food He smiled at you and said “I would have done it even if you didn’t pay for the food” and you whined at him. You decided to wait to go home since it would look suspicious if both of you came together “Just go there, I will wait in the car. You can say you’re back earlier because He ditched you or something like this” Minho suggested and you nodded.

“Full of good ideas, aren’t we?” You smirk and He chuckled.

Step 2: Surprise him

You heard the door unlocking and you settled yourself on the bed.

You were wearing one of his T-shirts that looked like a short dress on you and his boxers, reading a book like you were really relaxed and happy there. When you heard the door begin to be opened, you started to say.

“Oh, Babe! I got to finish my work earlier so I came here to make you a surpri—“ Your sentence was cut off strategically and you saw an almost naked girl and a pissed Hyunjin. You never have seen him so pissed off before and you cheered inside.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” He hissed and you gasped.

“Babe?!” The girl scoffed humorlessly “You have a girlfriend?” She pushed him away.

“She’s not my girlfriend” He voiced angrily “Stop the shit, Y/N, get the fuck out!” He ranted.

“But… You said you loved me” You said tearing up and He scoffed.

“She’s making this up! She’s upset with me” He rolled his eyes and turned to the girl “It’s some kind of sick revenge, don’t believe her” He pleaded and the girl looked at you with fire in her eyes.

Oops. It’s not going the way you pictured it.

She came over you and you raised your hands to defend yourself from the hit you were expecting but she grabbed your hands and pulled you from the bed. She took some sweatpants she found standing close and pushed it in your arms.

“Come, sweety, He doesn’t deserve you!” She said, pulling you as she stopped to take her clothes from the ground and you rushedly put the pants on.

“You’re a bitch, Y/N!” Hyunjin hissed at you and the girl eyed him enraged.

“You’re an asshole!” She yelled back at him.

You were feeling kind of guilty since the girl was being so nice to you but you followed her anyway and she stopped on her tracks once you were away from your place.

“Where are you going now? I’m dragging you with me but I don’t even know where you going” She said worried and you smiled at her.

“I’m sorry, He’s… He’s not actually my boyfriend… I…” You rumbled, trying to tell her the truth but she stopped you, resting her palm on your shoulder.

“It doesn’t matter, He shouldn’t treat you like this,” She said and you nodded. She was right. He really shouldn’t “Anyway, If you don’t have anywhere to go you can come with me” She smiled at you and you shook your head.

“I think I’m going home” You said and she nodded, parting ways with you.

You were starting to doubt your little plan of revenge. While you walked back to your apartment you could only imagine how pissed off Hyunjin was, which was okay by you since He really pissed you off before, but was it fair to the girls? You didn’t think so. Maybe they really liked him… Maybe He liked them. Who knows?

Was it really worth it?

Hyunjin was an asshole but you didn’t need to be like him, right?

Step 3: Meet his Friends

Wrong.

When you were almost home Minho called you.

“What did you do this time? Hyunjin wants to kill you” He said on the phone and you sighed.

“I was laying on his bed and I may have sounded like we were dating and He was cheating on me” You answered embarrassed.

“You may have sounded like this?” He scoffed on the line “I’m quite sure He will retaliate you… You screwed, kitty” He pitied you.

“I think I will apologize to him… I shouldn’t be like this, right?” You said, unsure.

“I mean… I get that you’re upset. You should be. Hyunjin isn’t really the type to listen to people so… You could just let it go if you want to give him the other face” He reasoned.

“I’m just being childish like him” You sighed “You’re right. I’m better than this… Gotta go, Minho, I’m getting home. Let’s face the beast” You said and then hang up.

When you got home you didn’t expect to see a bruised Hyunjin on the couch. You rushed to him and looked at his knees, slightly bruised. He didn’t even look at you and you could tell He was pissed. What the hell? Did he knee the walls?

“Are you okay?” You asked worried “What happened?” You touched his bruise and He pushed away your hands.

“Just go to your room” He scoffed and you pressed your lips together, unsurely.

“I’m sorry… I know I’m being childish” You sighed “I just thought that maybe if I pissed you off as you did to me you would say sorry”

“Nice to know” He shrugged and you decided to leave him like this. Maybe when He was calmer you could apologize properly. You walked to your room and tried to open your door. It didn’t open. You forced it once, then twice, and then frowned.

“Hyunjin do you know what happened to my door? It’s not opening” You said.

“I locked it” He answered.

He what now?!

“You locked it?” You asked just to be sure you weren’t going crazy and He hummed. He fucking hummed “What the hell, man?! I didn’t even know we had a key for our doors” You complained, going back to the living room.

“We don’t” He grinned at you “I locked it from inside. Good luck climbing the window” He smirked.

You couldn’t believe it.

“Is that why your knees are bruised?” You asked.

“What did you think? That I fell in the kitchen?” He scoffed “It seems like someone will have to sleep on the butt couch today” He mocked and you felt your blood rushing to your face.

Was it really that bad to be childish with this son of a bitch? You didn’t think so anymore.

“Great! Just great! And I was even thinking about being nice to you!” You groaned “You’re just so… So… Urgh!” You wanted to kick his face right now, just jump and kick him right on that damn pretty face and tear off his chances with the girls. A broke nose would suit him well. You didn’t though. You couldn’t just fight your roommate out of nowhere and break his nose like this and be in jail while He laughed at you.

You heard the door unlock and you looked at Minho, coming in the place oblivious to your murderer's intentions.

“He locked me out of my room,” You said angrily and Minho looked at you confused.

“Good night to you too” He snorted “What did you just say?” He asked, sure He just heard you wrong.

“This son of a bitch locked my room from inside! And then He climbed out of it just to piss me off!” You yelled, fed up “Oh my god! Minho, please, climb there and unlock it for me, please” You whined, feeling like you were about to cry. You were so mad!

“Sorry, kitty, I’m afraid of heights, that’s no way in hell I would climb it for you” He apologized and you sighed. Fair enough.

You picked your phone up and called Felix.

“Felix?” You asked when He seemed to pick up your call “Hyunjin is a son of a bitch and locked my door. I need someone to help me unlock it, but Minho is afraid of heights and I can’t climb a damn stair, imagine a building” You fought an urge to yell and hit Hyunjin again as you heard Felix gasping.

“He did what?!” You could hear someone else on the line hissing at him. That’s exactly how you felt too “I’m with Chan right now, We’re going there to help you” Felix said and you felt relief wash over you.

“Thank god! Thank you so much, Lix!” You thanked him eagerly but He had already hung up.

They didn’t really take long to arrive and you looked at them gratefully as you opened the door.

“I’m so sorry for this” You apologized but both of them ignored you, walking straight to Hyunjin.

“Are you out of your mind?” Chan asked, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt “You’re gonna unlock that damn door, you ass” He hissed and Hyunjin scoffed.

“Or what?” He smirked.

“I’m gonna throw him out of the window” Chan threatened, looking at you and Minho and you felt your blood cold.

“Oh god! Please don’t!” You pleaded, horrified.

“Guys, what are you going to do? Beat him up? You’re going to jail” Minho reasoned, far calmer than you.

“Do you need anything from your room for tomorrow's classes?” Chan asked you, serious. You nodded and He sighed “Is it really important? Like you can’t do anything without it?” He asked again and you shook your head.

“No, not that important. Why?” You frowned.

“Great, You’re going to sleep at my place tonight” He stated “Tomorrow I will send someone to change this damn lock and you will have the keys” He promised you and you felt your chest warmer.

That was really… Smart, actually.

“I can go to Felix’s” You eyed him unsurely and Felix grimaced at you.

“I’m actually going to my friend’s house so we can finish an assignment” He apologized and you shook your head.

“No, of course! That’s okay, Lix” You rushed to say.

“Great, it’s all settled then” Chan nodded, satisfied with the resolution “Try to be less of an asshole, dude” He said looking at Hyunjin “You’re lucky I don’t have any proof you did this or else we would be at the Police station right now”

He grabbed your hand and you followed him, Felix right behind you.

You would be lying if you said your heart wasn’t racing right now.

////

You felt small on Chan’s place, looking around shyly.

He locked his door and turned to you.

“Do you want to take a bath?” He asked “I can lend you some clothes”

“It would be great” You agreed “I’m on boxers, So I can just use it… I would like a shirt though” He nodded and went to his room, picking up a random shirt and handing it to you.

“I will sleep on the couch, you can just take the bed when you’re finished” He told you and you frowned.

“No! I’m sleeping on the couch. You have done more than enough for me today” You assured and He scoffed.

“There’s no way I’m letting you sleep on the couch” He stated and you averted your eyes from him, blushing.

“You can sleep with me…” You muttered and He grinned.

“Oh, Babygirl wants to sleep with her hot Daddy?” He teased you and you blushed furiously.

“You remember it” You whined.

“I wasn’t the one who was drunk” He laughed and nudged you “I’m just kidding. I know you think you’re being a burden, but you’re not. I can sleep on the couch, really” He looked you in your eyes and you gulped. Was he always that gorgeous? He wasn’t wearing any makeup and his hair was messy and curled, his clothes were pretty normal too but He seemed… Dazzling.

Maybe you were soft today, He did help you out…

“Y/N?” He called you, worried about your silence.

“We should sleep on your bed” You stated and rushed to the bathroom. You locked the door and leaned on that. What were you doing? He totally knows you want to sleep with him right now. Oh my god. You could only think He must be judging you right now. He was only helping you out as a friend and you just stated you would sleep with him. Well, not really sleep with him, but with him. Anyway. You couldn’t calm down right now.

How long has it been since you had sex? Gosh… That was so long ago…

Who said you were going to have sex?! You’re a horny little bitch, for lord sakes! You sleep with Felix every now and then! It’s completely normal to sleep on your friend’s bed with him…

Who were you kidding? Felix was your best friend and Chan was someone you almost said you wanted to ride.

When you got out of the shower, you felt sick. Were you worrying too much? He would probably be asleep when you got there… Yeah! He was totally asleep and you were overthinking everything. You sighed relieved. You were anxious, that’s all. You put your boxers and his shirt, folded your clothes, and walked to his room.

Holy shit!

He wasn’t asleep.

He was shirtless.

He was peacefully humming some song while He scrolled through his phone. Shirtless. On his bed. He was indeed wearing sweatpants, but it didn’t change the fact that he was shirtless and He was hot. And you were feeling hot. You horny bitch.

“H-Hi” You stuttered out of nowhere.

Way to go, Y/N! Smooth and sexy as hell.

“Hi!” He smiled at you, an innocent and pure smile. You felt dirty to be thinking He was hot right now “Are you okay with me like this? Normally I would sleep on my underwear, but I figured it would be awkward”

Awkward? It would be great if someone cared to ask you.

You, of course, didn’t say that.

“Yeah, totally fine” You chuckled “Can I turn off the lights?” You asked and He nodded. So you did it while He put his phone on the bed table and you climbed on his bed, laying down and looking to the ceiling even though you couldn’t see anything.

He was warm, you could feel the warmth pouring from him even though He had the A/C on, the room quite cold on your freshly bathed self. You shivered imagining his warm body suddenly pressed on yours, his lips hovering over yours.

“Are you cold?” He asked and you got startled “Hey! Calm down” He chuckled “I don’t bite, Babygirl” You swallowed in thick. You wish He did.

“I was almost asleep” You lied “Sorry” You chuckled.

“Sorry, I just saw you were shivering and I thought you were cold. Do you want me to bring you a blanket?” He offered and you shook your head.

“No, you’re hot enough” You said.

Oh my god! What did you just say?!

“Hm… Are you hitting on me?” He asked unsurely and you sighed relieved. You still had a chance to be normal.

“No, it’s just that you’re really warm, I can feel it from here” You chuckled and He snorted.

“Yeah, I know” He agreed “You can cuddle me if you want to get warm” He muttered and you blushed.

Cuddle was okay, right?

Friends could cuddle.

You cuddled Felix all the time! It wasn’t weird or anything. Cuddling is totally fine. Like totally fine. Your cat back home cuddled you. Fine. It didn’t mean anything. If your cat could do it, you could do it too! With this dumb thought, you turned around and rested your head on his arm, throwing your arm and your leg over him. See? Fine. You heard his heart beating really fast and loud. Was it always like this or were He nervous? Well… Judging by his temperature his heart was probably really fast. It couldn’t mean anything.

Anything like He wanted to pin you down on that damn bed and fuck you senseless.

You swallowed again.

He turned to you, bringing you closer and hugging you, like a koala. You felt your body warming. Not a sex drive warming, but a cute warm. You smiled and nuzzled him, getting comfortable and feeling sleepiness take over you.

You slept really well that night.

You woke up with his alarm and you yawned, tired. You opened your eyes to see a grumpy Chan looking mad with his alarm. He groaned and tried to reach for his phone and you felt his body over yours while He was stretching to reach his bed table. You could get used to that. He turned off his alarm and his body was back to your side instead of hovering in your face.

“Morning, Babygirl” He greeted you dizzily and you grinned at him.

“Morning, Chan” You said, looking at his eyes.

He stood there, looking at you with his cute wrinkled face and you smiled at him. He swallowed down slowly and you could see his Adam’s apple going up and down.

“You’re too cute for your own good” He sighed, letting your body go and getting up. He looked at you on his bed and wished He could kiss you right now “I liked it” He stated blushing.

“What?” You asked confused.

“You calling me by my name instead of mocking me with Daddy or Dom boy” He said and looked away.

“Chan” You called him again and He eyed you “You’re too cute for your own good” You grinned and got up from his bed. He just stood there, his heart racing as you made your way to the kitchen. Fixing him breakfast should be a good way to thank him, right?

////

You walked through the Dance Department feeling good with yourself.

You noticed that the random shirt you stole from Hyunjin was actually a shirt with his name on it and you felt great walking down the hallways with that. You noticed some looks on your back and some whispers, but you didn’t mind them. Let people talk. You finally found Felix and waved at him, happily.

“Lix!” You greeted him and He grinned at you.

“What are you doing here?” He asked curiously and you gave him a sly smile. His friends looked you up and down and you shifted uncomfortably under their gazes.

“I came to see Hyunjin, where is he?” You announced louder then you needed. Before Felix could answer you though both their friends gasped.

“Is it true?! Are you his girlfriend?” They asked amazed and you grinned.

“Is that how he called me?” You faked embarrassment and they gasped louder.

“Oh my god! Hyunjin is taken” They laughed and you smirked. You hoped they would be loud enough about it later because all you needed right now was to people spread rumors about a dating Hyunjin.

“I didn’t see him today” Felix answered your previous question, confused “Was He not at home?” You widened your eyes to him. Is Felix dumb or something? You were on Chan’s last night, for lord sake! How would you know?

“Wait! You live together?!” The boy asked in chock and you bit your lip. That’s not exactly what you were planning but it may help, right? You nodded his way and He nudged his friend, looking excited. You waved Felix goodbye and went away, feeling the gossipy spread around you. You wanted to see how many girls He would get now. Suck on that.

Step 4: Talk through things

When you got home later you didn’t expect to see a beaten up Hyunjin on the couch.

His right eye was purple and swollen and his left cheek was red and looked a little bit swollen too. You arched your brow, confused. He grimaced at you and He twitched, his bruised lips probably hurting from stretching the wound. You ignored him, going to your room which was still locked. You frowned. Didn’t Chan send someone to fix it? You went to Minho’s room and knocked on his door.

“Go away, Hyunjin” You heard him saying, sounding mad.

“It’s me” You answered and He quickly opened the door. Minho had a small bruise on his lip and his cheek seemed swollen, but He was way better then Hyunjin for the most part, “What happened?” You asked, your hand making way to his cheek. He hissed in pain.

“Nothing” He shrugged it off and you scoffed “Here, your keys” He gave you the small object, making mention of closing the door. You frowned and stopped him.

“Did you fight Hyunjin?” You asked concerned and He averted his eyes, trying to force the door shut again, but you were holding it “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine” He stated and tried to close the door again.

“Did you clean up your wounds?” You asked, ignoring his attempt to go away.

“Yes, mom” He snorted and you grinned.

“Why?” You muttered and He sighed.

“I guess I just got pissed because He’s been a dick to you” He admitted “Yesterday I got really pissed off at him and may or may not have punched him”

“I’m quite sure you did it” You snorted and He grinned at you, tired “You didn’t need to do it… He’s your friend”

“I couldn’t just stand there… It’s already bad enough that I didn’t think about changing your lock and would just do nothing at all because I was afraid of heights” He sighed, He seemed embarrassed and you frowned “How was it at Chan’s? Did you let out your horny self?” He chuckled and you laughed.

“I wish” You answered jokingly “BUT!” You smiled at him smugly “I may or may not have a date next week…”

“Oh?” He sounded surprised “Where are you going?”

“We’re going to watch a movie and cuddle on his couch” You snorted “Not really your kind of date, hm?” You joked and Minho laughed.

“Are you going to make him watch Tangled?” He scoffed and you slapped his shoulder.

“Stop it! I let him choose it” You confessed “Hoping He will choose some horror, actually” You laughed and Minho snorted.

“Eager, aren’t we?” He mocked you “Listen, Kitty, I’m going to lay down for a bit. Even though Hyunjin deserves to be beaten up and all that shit I’m not the fighter type so I’m feeling tired as hell” He looked like shit, but you didn’t tell him this.

“It’s okay” You assured “If you need anything call me” He nodded at that and closed his door.

////

You felt great having your own keys for your room, it made you feel safe from Hyunjin’s assholeness. You were expecting him to just start to bang on your bed if He started to get really pissed off, so it was reassuring to know He couldn’t do it now.

You had to thank Chan again.

Speaking of which, you were really excited about tonight. Your movie date was finally around the corner and you felt happy to think about it. Felix was teasing you with is about a week for now and you could only groan to your friend from time to time, tired of his cheering self. “I told you He liked you” He always made sure to remind you and you could only laugh by yourself thinking about it.

“What is it?” Minho asked, scoffing, eyeing you amused.

“Thinking about Felix” You answered, laughing.

“Chan will be thrilled to hear it!” He joked and you slapped his shoulder.

“He knows We’re just friends” You rolled your eyes “Are you jealous because I like Felix more than I like you?” You joked and He laughed out loud.

“So that’s how you treat your ally? I should go away now” He sang, threatening to stand up and walk away, but you grabbed his arm laughing.

“No! I need your phone” You whined and He smiled at you.

So your plan was quite simple this time. Minho told you Hyunjin was with a girl right now and all you would do is call him. Simple. Harmless. He knew you were trying to ruin him by now, so you needed to think harder: How would He pick up this damn call? Then it hit you. Minho. You were pleasantly surprised by his support since the lock event. You didn’t expect his fight with Hyunjin and even though both of them were alright right now, the bruises are gone and their friendship firm, He was still by your side.

Cute!

You dialed Hyujin’s number and waited for a bit.

Hyunjin was driving Minho’s car, taking the girl to her place because He didn’t want to risk you blowing his plans again. He had a smug smirk and eyed the girl that was sending him a dirty look, ready to simply unbutton his pants right there.

“You’re so thirsty for me” He purred and the girl giggled, her hands hovering over his bulge. His phone rang and He sighed. Why now of all times?

“Hmm, Who is Roommate?” She asked curiously and answered it without giving a damn. Hyunjin grimaced, unhappy.

“Hey, babe?” A girl’s voice sounded through his phone and He frowned. What the hell? “Are you coming home already? I’m making us dinner… And, hm… Did you get the pregnancy test?” Holy shit! It was Y/N. Hyunjin tried to pick his phone from his date, but the girl shot him a horrified look and pushed him.

“You really have a girlfriend?!” She yelled and you and Minho suppressed a laugh “Oh my god! I’m so dumb! I heard the rumors but I thought… You’re an ass! Stop that car, now!” She ranted and Hyunjin groaned.

“She’s not my girlfriend! I can explain” He pleaded and the girl scoffed.

“Stop this damn car right now!” She demanded and Hyunjin pulled over, tired. She stormed away and you cackled up.

“Nice try, dude” You teased him “But wherever you go, I’ll be there”

“I hate you” He sighed “Do you know how long it has been since I got laid? I just hate you” He sounded tired and you smiled proudly.

“Well, you have been doing some hateful stuff too If you need a reminder” You stated and He nodded, although you couldn’t see it.

“Okay, We need to talk about it” He stated and you arched your brows.

Talk like a real talk? That was a nice surprise.

“I agree, but tonight I’m going to Chan’s. We can talk about it tomorrow” And He hummed from the other side, hanging up. You looked at Minho, happy “Oh my god! I think He’s gonna apologize to me!” You uttered and He high fived you.

“It was about time” He cheered and you beamed.

“I can’t believe it! Finally”

You couldn’t feel any better right now.

Step 5: Make Him want you

Chan opened his door with a bright smile, looking adorable and you smiled back.

“Hey” You said, getting inside and looking at his mattress in the middle of the living room. You eyed him like He was crazy “Why is your bed on the floor?” You asked amused and He snorted.

“Well, what can be better than watching a good movie cuddling up on the bed? Since I don’t have a TV in my room I figured I could just bring my bed here” He smirked and you giggled.

“You’re really serious about our cuddling session, aren’t you?” You mocked him and He nudged you.

“Felix told me you loved to cuddle up and watch stuff on TV with him so… Well, I guess I wanted to outrun him on this” He laughed and you cackled up “I mean… We’re on a date, right? I should get you comfortable and all that” He averted his eyes, shyly.

Oh my god! He was so cute! Why were you so worried about it last week? You wanted to hug him and never let go, but you made your way to the mattress and sat down, looking at him.

“So? What will we watch?” You asked curiously and He sat next to you, bringing popcorn, chocolate, and soda and giving it to you. You took a piece of the chocolate and hoped He would say something really creepy so you could have an excuse to touch him more often.

You laughed at yourself.

“I thought we could watch some rom-com or animation” He told you and you frowned “Or… Not. Yeah, We can totally watch something else” He said unsurely as He saw your face.

“No! No! I do like those but…” You snorted “I was expecting you to say some horror movie or… You know? Don’t you like those?” You asked confused and He laughed at you.

“So you thought I was playing low! I see…” He hummed knowingly “I asked Felix what you like to watch and He said you loved this kind of thing… And to tell you the truth I love a good animation too, so…” He eyed you cutely and you grinned.

“It sounds like you interviewed Felix” You teased him and He blushed hard.

“I… I wanted to give you a good time” He admitted embarrassed and you didn’t fight the urge to hug him this time.

“Thank you, I appreciate it” You assured him “Let’s watch some good stuff then! How do you feel about ‘How to train your dragon’?” And He beamed, hugging you back and muttering on your hair.

“I feel like I just found my perfect movie buddy” He answered and you smiled into his chest.

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Minho scoffed when Hyunjin’s friend told him how he was lucky to have such a hot girlfriend.

“She’s not my girlfriend!” He whined and Felix laughed.

“But she’s hot!” Felix agreed and Minho frowned at him.

“I thought she was just your friend” He said, confused and Felix looked at him feeling lost.

“She is” He agreed.

“Are you calling your just friend hot?” He asked to make his point and Hyunjin laughed.

“That’s because He’s not blind” He reasoned and Minho shot him a surprised look.

“You think she’s hot?!” Minho uttered, “But you said you hated her!”

“Well, She’s annoying me as fuck! But She can annoy me and be hot, I don’t understand your point” Hyunjin scoffed “Don’t you think she’s hot?”

“No! I don’t” He frowned “She’s my friend”

“She’s my friend too, mate” Felix stated “If you don’t want to fuck or date them they can be just your friend and you still can think they’re hot… I tell her she’s hot all the time and she tells me the same all the time… It’s what friends do”

“I never told a girl friend that she was hot” He shrugged and Hyunjin rolled his eyes.

“Do you think I’m hot?” Hyunjin asked.

“Of course, If you weren’t we wouldn’t have so many dates” He reasoned.

“Do you want to fuck me?” Hyunjin asked.

“What? No!” Minho laughed and Hyunjin laughed along.

“Exactly. We’re friends and you think I’m hot. Move on” He mocked him.

“But that’s different” Minho shook his head “I wouldn’t like to fuck you” He stated. Felix snapped his head up, looking at Minho surprised. Minho arched his brows, startled and Hyunjin smirked.

“Did you just say you would like to fuck my best friend?” Felix asked amused and Minho shook his head eagerly.

“No! That’s not what I meant!” But Felix and Hyunjin were already on it.

“You don’t say that she’s hot because if you admit it you will acknowledge you want to fuck her? Is that what I just heard?” Hyunjin mocked him and Felix cackled up.

“That’s exactly what I heard too” He smirked “So… You’re into Y/N… I would do something about it if I were you because as far as I know, Chan is way ahead of you right now”

“I don’t need to do something about it, because that’s only on your head, guys” Minho rolled his eyes “She’s just a friend”

“Just a friend” Hyunjin agreed “That you think that it’s not hot at all”

“Even though I know damn well you checked her out” Felix sang and Hyunjin scoffed. Minho tried to ignore them, pretending to look at some craft stands on the way and stopping on his track when a key chain got his attention.

A cute kitty key chain.

He smiled at it and approached the stand.

“How much for this key chain?” He asked and the boys followed him. He gave the seller the money and looked at it fondly.

“Did you need a key chain? I have tons home” Hyunjin frowned and Minho shrugged him off.

“It’s a gift” He said nonchalantly and Felix grinned like a Cheshire cat.

“A kitty for your kitty?” He hummed and Minho blushed.

“She just got the key door so… Well…” He rambled and the boys laughed at him.

“Dude, just accept you have a crush, it’s not that hard” Hyunjin mocked him and Minho sighed.

“You know what? I’m done. I’m going home, good luck on getting there later, buddy” He said while going away. He didn’t need to hear the guys mocking him about something that wasn’t even true! He didn’t have a crush on you. Would someone that has a crush on you support your date? Sprawl on the couch with you mindlessly? Constantly bring other girls to fuck under your roof?

He didn’t think so.

When He finally got home, He closed the door, walked picked up the key chain He wanted to gift you, and walked to the corridor just to drop his gift on the floor. Standing there in the middle of the corridor, eagerly drying your hair with a towel was none other than you. On a towel.

“Oh! You got home earlier” You said, looking calmly at him.

Would someone that has a crush on you be calmly looking at you standing there on a towel? Yes, they would.

He didn’t though.

Minho felt his blood rush south and then up. He didn’t know If He should hide his bulge or try to hide his blush. He did neither. He stood there, frozen in place looking at your wet body. One particular water drop decided to mock him, slowly sliding through your collarbone and going to your cleavage and He gulped, uncomfortable.

“Hey, are you okay?’ You asked concerned, approaching him and He stuttered.

He stuttered like a fucking virgin, for god sakes!

“Don’t come near me!” He shot and you frowned.

“What the hell, man?” You uttered, confused and He took some steps back, thinking about what he should do right now. Should He just leave? Should He explain that he found you hot?

Oh my god! He finds you hot. He sighed in defeat. He just thought you were hot.

“What’s this?” You asked and He eyed you leaning down to pick up the key chain. Right in front of him. He closed his eyes and groaned. What kind of unholy thought was coming to his head right now? You found it weird, but shrugged it, leaning anyway to take the object and your eyes shone when you saw what it was “Is it for me?!” You happily asked, getting up, and He opened his eyes to look straight into yours.

“Y/N…” He said cautiously and you eyed him weirdly “Please go dress yourself” He pleaded and something clicked in your head. Was that why He was being weird?

“Oh!” You let out when you noticed that his pants didn’t look as flat as they should and He shot his hands down, averting his eyes clearly ashamed “That’s ok! It’s totally normal!” You assured him and He groaned feeling humiliated.

“I’m gonna take a bath” He said, storming to the bathroom and locking the door.

“It’s just a physiological response!” You shot through the door and He groaned again.

“Go away!” He pleaded.

“I’m okay with it, no hard feelings!” You continued and Minho turned on the water. You sighed “Come see me when you’re done”

Minho rested his head against the cold wall and felt the water hit his back while his mind went back for your standing self. You were gorgeous! Hot couldn’t even begin to describe it to him. What the hell was He thinking when He thought you were cute? He felt so ashamed right now. He wanted to get off thinking about you but He refused to do it.

“Come on, Minho, think about anything else….” He instructed himself “Anything… Anything else… Not her dripping hair… Not her innocent eyes… Not her smugness… Not her legs… Not her lips… Especially not her lips!” He swallowed thick, remembering how your lips formed a beautiful “o” shape when you saw him coming in.

Fuck!

He couldn’t believe it.

He would have believed if someone told him he would want to hug and cuddle you, watch movies with you poking each other with your feet, laying down speaking unimportant things all evening, or even if someone told him He would like to kiss you someday.

He could believe it.

But he never would have believed it if anyone told him He would run into you someday and just wish to take off your clothes (or your towel), pin you down against the wall and fuck you senseless without a care in the world.

Then again, Here He was.

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Too Loose And You’ll Lose It

Ch 1- GI Joe and Army Barbie Co-written with @icanfeelastormbrewing

Summary: Following the Child Sex Trafficking job, The Losers all go their own way for a break before they are due back in Fairfax County. Stella is enjoying some quiet time with her mother.

And Jensen.

But noting is EVER quiet where he is involved.

Warnings: Bad Language words.

Pairing: Jake Jensen x OFC Stella Stevenson.

TLAYLI Masterlist // Main Masterlist

May 2007

Stella and her mom sat in the kitchen of her childhood home in Manchester, New Hampshire. It was late morning one Friday morning, the day after she had returned home following debriefs at the CIA. It had been an emotional reunion, not having seen her mother for almost 8 months in person. They’d stayed up late with a bottle of wine before retiring to bed and after a lazy morning she had eaten a huge breakfast of pancakes, bacon and eggs, god knows how many rounds of toast and some decent coffee.

“Have you had enough to eat honey?” Her mom asked.

“Yup, honestly I’m stuffed, Ma. It feels good to be eating home cooked food for a change.” She smiled.

“Yeah, well, God only knows what you’ve been eating out there.” Julie mumbled as Stella smiled at her mom’s typical mother concern.

“He hasn’t changed then?” Julie grinned.

“Nope.”

“I bumped into his mom the other day at the supermarket.” Stella’s mom continued.

“Yeah? How is Janet?”

“Sounds good, have you seen them much at all recently?” Stella asked.

Stella laughed “I’ll make sure he knows how disgusted you are in him, don’t worry.”

“What are you doing?”

Stella sighed “Ma, don’t start…”

“You’re as stubborn as your father and look where that got him!”

“Wow.” Stella looked up, arching her eyebrow. “Nice. Good guilt trip.”

Julie rolled her eyes “For all the good that does. She only visits when she wants food or to complain about something.”

Jensen appeared in the doorway to the lounge, grinning “Oh, we’re you talking about me gorgeous?”

“No I was, and how you’ve been home on US soil for almost a year and not paid me one visit Jacob.” Julie glared at him, folding her arms.

“Oooh the full name. Am I in trouble?” Jensen grinned.

“Yes, you damned well are JJ.” Julie said, opening her arms “Now come here…”

Grinning Jensen stepped forward to give Stella’s mum a hug, pulling back with a yelp as she slapped him round the head.

“Shit, Jules!! What the hell was that for?”

“I told you! Your mother was telling me just the other day you’ve been back to Manchester now a few times and didn’t even think of paying me a visit?”

“Sorry Jules, been busy”

Julie narrowed her eyes “Busy doing what?”

“Well I know for a fact you aren’t” Jensen flashed her his trademark goofy smile and Stella slapped his arm.

“It does a job, I don’t care.” “Speaking of jobs…” Jensen looked towards the kitchen door, “How about you and me…”

“Jesus Jake!” Stella looked at him as he grinned “Here, whilst my mom is home? You have issues.”

“Didn’t bother you once upon a time…”

“I swear to god Jake, you’re a fucking nightmare.” Stella rubbed her temples “Why are you here?”

“Came to invite you to the Petunia’s game tomorrow. It’s been a while since we went out on a date babe.”

“A while?” Stella shook her head laughing. “Your concept of time measurement really amazes me.” Jake chuckled “So whaddya say?” he asked, giving her a goofy grin.

“Great, so now it’s turned into a double date.” She rolled her eyes.

“Why you being so grumpy Stel?” Jake frowned.

Stella sighed “Sorry Jakey…just..oh I dunno, I guess mom just pissed me off a bit that’s all. Bringing up my dad, suggesting I’m gonna go the same way he did.”

Jake pondered this for a moment before he took a deep breath. “You know she’s just worried about you that’s all.”

Stella smiled “I know…I know. Doesn’t help I can’t really tell her what I’m doing, other than running CIA tasked missions.”

“Now that’s actually quite a good idea.”

Jensen smiled and gently kissed her head. “It happens occasionally.”

Stella looked up at him “Guess it’s my lucky day then.”

“Well mine was like 9 years ago so guess I can say about time Stel.”