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superhero--imagines · 4 years ago

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This is weird.

You look up from your textbook at the scrawny boy across from you. The circles under his eyes look especially dark as the blue light from his tablet shines on his face.

Yeah, this situation is super weird.

You’re ashamed to admit it, but you’ve been avoiding Dick a little bit lately.

You’re still pleasant to him in class, and you see him at the study group sessions, but you don’t try to make the effort to see him in situations where it’s just the two of you.

You’re just not ready to see him with all these feelings brewing inside you.

So the last thing you wanted was to run into his little brother, especially when you purposefully went to another coffee shop across town just so you wouldn’t run into Dick.

Still, you’re surprised Tim chose to sit with you after ordering 4 shots of espresso over ice.

“The ice makes it cold so you can’t taste how bitter it is” he had told you when you looked at his drink with a skeptical expression.

Well, it’s not a problem, you think taking a sip of your chai tea. Tim seems like a quiet person, he’s only said a handful of words to you so far, he probably won’t even bring up -

“So are you and Dick fighting?” Tim asks without looking up and you choke on your tea.

“So you are fighting” he hums as his gaze trails from his tablet to you. He figured Dick was being paranoid, honestly, even Tim thought following you to the coffee shop and pretending that he just ran into you was overkill.

Man, he figured you were just in the middle of some misunderstanding. He’s usually right about these things. Tim’s not going to lie, it stings to know Dick was on the nose about this one.

“It’s not that we’re fighting,” because you both really aren’t, there’s only going to be a fight if he finds out how you feel and how uncomfortable your new feelings make him considering he already has someone he loves.

“I just don’t want to get between him-“

“And Nightwing?” Tim supplies for you and your eyes widen.

“You know?” Tim nods in response.

You think Tim is saying he knows his brother and Nightwing are dating.

Tim thinks that you found out Dick got reprimanded a few weeks ago because he was spotted chatting with you on your balcony. He was able to play it off as just a normal chat but he would be risking exposing you to every villain in Gotham if they ever found out your were someone important to him.

“Maybe you are-“ Tim hums. You feel like a lightning bolt has struck your spine. So Dick does know about your feelings - or at least suspects something.

“But that’s not exactly a bad thing” Tim finishes, and you raise an eyebrow. You wait for an explanation but Tim’s already turned back to his tablet, typing away.

You look at the city, buildings springing up like trees from the concrete, their jagged edges like the crooks of a mountain. Nothing’s really changed. Not the buildings, or the skyline, not the stars in the inky black void of outer space. Not the city that never seems to sleep, the idle chatter of cars and civilians always whirring in the distance.

The only thing that has seemed to change, is you.

“That smells good, is it green tea?”

Well, one other thing has changed. You find a smile twitching onto your mouth as you hand Nightwing the mug in your hands. He’s perched on the ledge of your balcony, legs swing against the bars.

You get anxious just watching him.

“I had a feeling you’d stop by, it’s cherry blossom green tea, I think you’ll like it.” It’s a naturally sweet tea, so he should find it suits his taste considering he seems to share the same disposition for sweet things as his boyfriend.

You know that encounter with Tim this morning was weird, but the fact that you’ve kind of become late-night tea and chat buddies with your love rival is even weirder.

Looks like you can’t even make friends in a normal way.

“You’re a lifesaver,” he grins taking a sip of the hot beverage with a satisfied smile. The hum he lets out afterward sends shivers down your spine. Geez, no wonders Dick has it so bad for him.

You wonder what kind of noises he makes when they’re together-

Nope. Nope. No. Nope. No.

That was too far, your imagination really needs to get a grip.

“So how are things with you and that guy you love?” You flinch at the mention, choosing to take an unusually long sip of tea right then.

“That good huh?” Nightwing snorts, and you sigh. You’re not going to tell him about the cryptic conversation you had with Tim, especially considering the fact that he doesn’t seem to support their relationship.

Dick feels a little frustrated, as he watches you avoid his eyes. The whole thing seems off like there’s something missing. So you don’t want to be seen with Dick Grayson, but you don’t mind midnight tea talk with Nightwing- and you tell Tim how you don’t want to get in between him and his superhero persona- and then you wave him over when you see he’s a rooftop over-

It just doesn’t make any sense.

And worst of all-you look so pretty standing there, even with that sad look on your face.

“Well you know what they say-“ you let out a dry laugh, “to get over someone, you have to get under someone else”

It’s just a joke - a bad joke, you’re helping it’ll ease the tension. You figure Nightwing will make a dumb joke or pun back, and this whole thing can be behind you when he says-

“Get under me then” you’re so taken aback but what he’s said you’re sure he must have heard wrong. But when you look away from the green tea in your mug to his face, that chiseled face is only a few inches away from your own.

Before you can open your mouth to ask what he’s doing so close to you, his lips are pressed over your own. His gloved fingers ghosting over your cheek, holding it so tenderly that the action sends shivers down your spine.

Dick pulls away, fingers retreating to his domino mask, he doesn’t want to confess to you as Nightwing he wants to do it as Dick-

When you slap him.

This has seriously been the worst day. Dick sighs as he turns the water faucet to his shower off, grabbing his towel from the rack.

First, he forgets his cell phone at home on a Monday afternoon, so he’s got nothing to do to pass the time while he patrols.

Then the girl he likes slaps him before running back into her apartment without another word, probably to go cry-

And finally, to make the perfect end to the perfect day Dick got caught in a spontaneous rainstorm, getting soaked to the bone on his way back home. He figured Gotham could wait for a few hours and decided to come home a little early.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if I catch a cold” he mumbles tying his robe around his waist, his hands moving the towel to dry his hair, stopping mid-motion when he hears several very urgent knocks.

Well, who could it be at this hour? He’s considering ignoring it, probably just one of his brothers wanting to use his shower, when he hears several more knocks.

“Geez Jason, the neighbors are going to complain” he hisses, as he clings open the door, fully expecting to see his younger brother drenched to the bone and creating a puddle in the middle of his apartment building's hallway.

And someone is standing in the middle of his apartment building's communal hallway, drenched to the bone and creating a puddle in the hallway. But it’s not Jason, it’s you.

He only pulls you inside his apartment, the door clicking behind you when you break down into tears.

“I-I’m so sorry! I really didn’t mean to, I should have known better but- I didn’t think it would happen” The words are jilted by your tears and your chattering teeth. Did you run all the way here? Dick wonders as he starts using his slightly damp towel to dry your hair.

“I really didn’t want it, Dick, I promise I didn’t-“ you clasp his arm now jilting his movements. In the pandemonium, he completely forgot that you were the one that slapped him just a few hours ago, and now you’re the one apologizing for something?

“What are you talking about?” he sees your gulp hard, your eyes averted like a dog that realizes he’s accidentally snapped at his owner. And then, with clenched eyes and your hands balled into fists you shout:

“Nightwing kissed me!” Yeah, he knows, he was there. Kinda weird that you’re referring to him with his superhero persona. You look at him earnestly now- clasping both of his hands in yours.

“I promise I didn’t mean to make a pass at your boyfriend or steal him away from you.”

...

Huh?

You’re babbling about how ‘You could do so much better than a guy like that Dick’ and ‘if it was me- I would never do something like that’ when the flashbulb finally goes off over his head.

Oh.

Ohhhhhhhh. You think he’s dating Nightwing. This actually explains a lot.

“Here come with me” he grabs onto your numb wrist before you can answer, tugging you towards his bedroom. Your eyes staring into his robe-covered back.

Oh no, you can’t believe you didn’t realize it before.

Nightwing’s here isn’t he? That would answer why he hasn’t answered any of the texts you’ve sent him. Who would when they were busy having a romantic liaison with their lover. And obviously, he spun some different story for Dick, probably that you kissed him. And now you’re going to have to confront them both and pray that Dick believes you-

Only to your surprise, the bedroom is empty, and Dick’s fiddling around with something in his rather large wardrobe. Before you can ask what he’s doing he pulls out a suit-

It almost looks like a wet suit, with accents of blue amongst the sleek black- so he surfs? Is he showing off right now?

But then your eyes land on the bright blue symbol smack dab in the middle of the chest.

So Nightwing was here, and he did spin another story! You’re mentally preparing your best argument when you look into Dick’s baby blue eyes stare into your own, softening as they gaze warmly at you.

“(Y/N), I’m Nightwing”

...

(Y/N).exe is broken

Dick watches you gulp hard. Then he watches you slide past him, each step pronounced with a squeak, and step into his wardrobe before closing it from the inside.

“(Y/N)!”

“(Y/N)’s dead, so she can’t come to the phone anymore” Dick can practically feel the embarrassment radiate through the wardrobe door, and in spite of the situation, Dick laughs. He laughs so hard you actually swing open the door, crouched at the bottom of his wardrobe.

“It’s not funny Dick! Do you know how worried I was about you! I thought Bruce Wayne was homophobic and that you were leading some double life!” Dick only laughs harder at that. To be fair, he is leading a double life, just not the one you imagined he was.

“Well you’re not totally wrong,” he says between chuckles, sitting on the ground outside your wardrobe next to you. “I like guys and girls, but Bruce had it figured out before I even did,” he says with a shrug, mouth quirked up into a grin. His cheeks hold a rosy tinge, but somehow his red cheek is even brighter-

Ah, that’s the cheek you slapped.

Without thinking you reach out to him, your thumb caressing the swollen flesh. Dick doesn’t flinch away, relaxing into your touch.

“Sorry about that, I thought your boyfriend was cheating on you,” you say with a sheepish smile. Dick grins even wider.

“Would the response have been the same if you knew it was me?” There’s a hopeful glint in his eyes and you feel your heartbeat stutter.

Is he stupid?

If you knew it was Dick if you knew it was the boy you loved sitting on your balcony railing drinking tea with you all those times-

“Of course I wouldn’t have”

And Dick doesn’t wait another moment, leaning forward to catch your lips in his own.

This time you don’t slap him. Instead, you place both hands on his face and pull him in closer.

BONUS:

“So you’re Nightwing-“ you say, sitting cross-legged across from Dick in a marching bathrobe in his bed. He insisted you shower, he didn’t want you getting sick. You thought he was going to combust with how red he turned when you jokingly asked if he wanted to join you.

“And your Dad, Bruce, he’s Batman”

“That’s right” Dick nods.

“And you’re brothers, they’re the Red Hood, Robin, and Red Robin... respectively,”

Dick nods again.

“And Stephanie and Cass, they’re a part of this too, They’re both Batgirl” Dick nods, he tries to get some eye contact, but you’re firmly starting down at your hands.

“And your ex, Barbara Gordon, Commissioner Gordon’s daughter- she’s the original Batgirl.”

This must be pretty overwhelming, he had never realized what a robust mantle their extended family collectively carried. He’s about to offer you some comfort when your head snaps up-

“Do you think if I got all of them to autograph my textbook I could sell it and buy a new one”

Dick starts laughing.

“Seriously, there’s no one like you in the world”

#batman imagine #dc comics imagine #dick grayson x y/n #dick grayson imagines #dick grayson x reader #nightwing x reader #nightwing headcanon #nightwing imagine #nightwing fanfiction #superhero—imagines #dick miscommunication series

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beelsnack · 4 years ago

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Hi! I love your blog❣ Can I request a brother + undatables ( if you do that) reaction with a very obedient mc? Like they do everything they've been asking and stuff? Thank you in advance!❣❣

Aw, thanks a bunch, Nonnie! This will be a good test for me, since I usually end up writing snarky characters who fight authority. I hope you like it!

I’m going to stick this under a cut because it, uh, got away from me a little bit. I didn’t even do all of the undateables and I was over 3k. ^^”

Lucifer: “I’m sorry to keep piling tasks on you.”

With a grunt, the human set the heavy stack of books down on the table in Lucifer’s study. “It’s alright, I don’t mind.”

Lucifer let his professional mask slip for just a second to smile warmly at them. “If only my brothers were as agreeable as you.”

“At least they provide entertainment.” they laughed. “What are all these books, anyway?”

“Old spell books,” he removed the top book off of the stack, unleashing a cloud of dust that sent the human into a coughing fit. “In desperate need of some maintenance.”

“That sounds more like Satan’s territory.” they rasped as the couching subsided.

“It usually is, but I don’t need to give him any more ideas for his curses.” despite his words, there was a glint of fond humor is his eyes. “If you aren’t busy, could you give me a hand with these?”

“Sure!” they took a seat in the armchair across from Lucifer. “I’ve been studying all day, so I ind of need a break.”

“Oh? An dutiful helper and a diligent student?” he hummed, smoothing out the crease of a page that had been marked with a dog-ear. “I may just have to reward you.”

“What kind of reward?”

“Hm...” he pinned them with a heavily-lidded stare. “Anything you want. What kind of reward do you desire?”

“...Ice cream!”

Lucifer couldn’t hold back his surprised snort before he quickly devolved into laughter. “My, but you do know how to surprise me, my dear. Very well, a trip to Madam Scream’s as a reward, then.”

Mammon: They looked really tired.

“Come on, it’ll be fun! Promise!” Asmo was tugging insistently on their sleeve like a child begging for their parent’s attention. “You’ve never been to a club like the Fall, I guarantee it. It’s the perfect place to get up to something naughty ~”

Alright, that’s it.

“Oi, Asmo!” Mammon rounded on the other demon. “Quit trying to drag the human along with your gross BS!”

“Oh, but it’s fine when you do it?” Asmo shot back, amber eyes narrowing. “At least I’m not conning people out of cash.”

“Whatever!” Mammon grabbed onto the human’s upper arm, shaking Asmo’s hands off of their sleeve. “Come on, human, I need you to help me with somethin’.”

“Whoa, okay, um...maybe next time Asmo.” they managed to get out before Mammon dragged them into his room and slammed the door.

He was muttering under his breath so quickly and quietly that the human could just barely make out a few phrases. “...fuckin’ Asmo...advantage of...where does he get off...”

“Uh, Mammon?” they asked hesitantly. “You said you needed my help with something?”

“Huh?” he whipped around, looking slightly startled. “Oh. Nah, I was just sayin’ that so Asmo would let you go.”

They blinked, tilting their head like a puppy. “Why would you do that?”

“Come on, human, don’t lie to me,” he rolled his eyes, hands on hips. “You don’t want to go clubbing after spending the day running around like Lucifer’s little servant, do ya? You look like you’re about ready to pass out.”

Instinctively, their hand shot up to beneath their eyes, where there were some pretty prominent bags. “...Do I look that bad?”

Mammon flinched. “No! That’s not - I didn’t mean - ya look tired!” he scratched at the back of his neck. “It’ll look bad on me if you keel over from exhaustion, and since you can’t seem to say no to anyone, I’m gonna have to do it for you!”

For a moment, they just stared at him. Then, slowly, a big grin spread across their face and they stepped forward to wrap their arms around his middle. They only came up to his collarbone, and he was suddenly very aware of this fact.

“Thank you, Mammon.”

“F-For what?”

They laughed, squeezing him a little bit tighter. “For looking out for me.”

He stilled for a moment before resting his chin on top of their head and returning the hug. “’S my job, ain’t it?”

Leviathan: Knock-knock-knock.

“What’s the password?”

“I’ve got your Akuzon order.”

Levi practically ripped his door off of the hinges as he flung it open. “Yes! Thank you, thank you, omg!” he was already ripping the box open, leaving the door open in his excitement.

“What did you get?” the human asked, poking their head in the doorway.

“The anime adaptation for I’m A Human Who Accidentally Enrolled In A University For Monsters But They’re The Only School That Has My Major So I Guess I’ll Stick It Out! Anime based off of dating sims usually aren’t that great, but I loved the game so much!”

They laughed. “We played it together, remember? We had that big debate on the order we should do the routes.”

“Right, yeah, we did!” Levi paused for a moment, looking down at the cover, and then back up at the human with a slightly blush on his cheeks. “Hey, um…since you went and picked it up for me, and, like, you were just as into the game as I was, so…maybe, um, you would want to watch it with me?”

“Really?” they blinked. “You sure?”

“Yeah, marathons are always better with friends.” Levi was already popping the first disk in. “Hey, go get some snacks!”

Satan: “Oh, you’re still working?”

The human glanced down at him from their position at the top of the ladder, smiling sheepishly. “Yeah, it’s taking me a bit longer than I thought.”

Lucifer has asked them to clean the library earlier that day. Well, not just them - Mammon was supposed to help, but he had oh-so-conveniently remembered that he had something else very urgent that he needed to take care of. So, here they were, five hours later.

Honestly, the library wasn’t even that dirty. But it was quite a large room, far too large for a human to clean by themself.

Satan sighed, shaking his head. “Well, it’s a good thing I made a pit stop on the way home, then.” he set down the cardboard drink carrier in his hands. “Come down for a moment, will you?”

“Ah, yeah, just give me a sec.”

Satan heard the slight clattering of wood against wood, and looked up to the the ladder swaying slightly. The human was carefully picking their way down, seemingly painfully aware of the instability.

“Oh, here, I’ve got it.” one hand on the side of the ladder was enough to steady it, and he heard them let out a sigh of relief as they clambered down the rest of the way.

“Thanks, Satan.” they said as their feet touched the ground. “I didn’t realize it was shaking until I was already on it.”

“Mention it to Lucifer, he’ll do something about it.” Satan replied, brushing a bit of dust out of their hair. “Come on, I brought you some coffee.”

They followed him over to the table, and their eyes lit up when they saw the logo on the bag. “Starbats! Yes, thank you so much!”

“Did I get your order right?” he asked, plucking his own drink out of the carrier. “I was pretty sure, but…”

“Perfect, as always.” they beamed. “You’re the best, Satan.”

“Hey, come on, now,” there was a faint blush on his cheeks. “You’re the one who does everything around here. Buying you coffee is the least I can do.”

Asmodeus: “Well? How did it turn out?”

The human stared at their D.D.D, brow furrowed in concentration as they studied the picture they had just taken. Asmo had texted them frantically, telling them to hurry because the light in his room was just perfect for a photoshoot and he needed a full-body shot.

“I mean, it looks good to me, but you’ve nixed every shot I’ve taken so far…”

“Let me see it then,” he hopped up from the chaise lounge that he had elegantly draped himself over. His silk bathrobe just barely covered all of the essential parts, and the human had to make it a point not to stare. Not that Asmo would mind in the slightest, but still.

“This is it, darling, this is the one!” he pressed an affectionate kiss to the side of their head. “You’re a quick learner, I knew it. Text this to me, okay? I’ll tag you on Devilgram, promise!”

“Glad I could help.” they laughed as they began making their way out of Asmo’s room.

“Hm…wait a minute.”

The paused just in front of the door. Maybe there was an issue with the picture after all? They bit at their lip, ready to question Asmo, but he pressed his deceivingly strong hands against their shoulders and shoved gently.

“Go stand by the window for a second…mm, no, not quite, sit down for me…”

Confused, they obeyed his orders. They placed themself on the window seat, one of those fancy three paneled setups with a bench in the middle.

Out of habit, they turned to look out the window. Asmo was right, it was pretty out. The full moon cast a silvery glow over everything, but it was low enough in the lavender sky that it cast long, creepily elegant shadows all over the garden below. The whole landscape just screaming Gothic novel.

For just a moment, they forgot about Asmo and turned fully to gaze out at the scenery. The Devildom was always pretty in a morose sort of way, but very rarely did they get the chance to appreciate it. They shifted to get more comfortable on the window seat, pulling their knee to their chest and wrapping their arms around it while the other foot kept their balance on the floor.

“Perfect!”

When they whipped around in shock, Asmo was grinning victoriously. “Look, look, this is perfect!”

“Did…did you just take a picture of me?”

“Mhm!” Asmo bounded over to their side and handed them his D.D.D. When had he picked it up? His robe didn’t have pockets. Shaking their head, they looked down at the photo.

“...Oh wow…”

“Right?” Asmo cooed. “Don’t you look absolutely stunning? That longing stare, the way you smile, you look like the protagonist in a paranormal romance”

They blinked down at the picture. “Can…you text this to me?”

“Of course, darling.” he said. “Oh, but let me post it to Devilgram, okay? I want everyone to be jealous of me.”

He plucked his phone out of their hands, stealing a quick kiss from their lips.

“Well call this a reward for being good and obeying orders, okay?”

Beelzebub: “Where are we going?”

It was their lunch hour at RAD, but Beel was taking them in the opposite direction. He had asked the human to come with him, but hadn’t explained where they were going. He had just linked their hands together and smiled down at them, saying it was a surprise.

Finally, he pushed open a door that lead to one of the many internal courtyards. Rose bushes scented the air around them, and a stone path led to the middle of the courtyard where a gazebo stood. As they approached, they saw an amazing array of food spread out on a blanket.

“Beel…?”

“My brothers had you running around the whole weekend.” he said, running his thumb over the back of their knuckles. “You were so busy last night you didn’t get to make your lunch for today. So I asked Barbatos to make lunch for us.”

“Aw, Beel!” they wrapped their arms around his middle and squeezed. “You’re so sweet. Thank you for taking care of me.”

“I should be thanking you for taking care of us.” Beel hugged them bag, almost painfully gently so as not to squish them. “My brothers don’t appreciate you nearly as much as they should.”

“It’s fine, Beel, I don’t mind it.”

“I do, though.”

They backed away from the hug a little to look up at Beel, brows furrowed. They were about to say something, but, as usual, the moment was interrupted by a growl from his stomach. The confused expression broke into a grin, and they rejoined their hands, tugging him forward. “Come on, let’s eat.”

Belphegor: Finally, they were alone.

It was rare that Belphegor got to spend any alone time with the human. It almost made him miss being hidden away in the attic, if only for the privacy. But, today was apparently his lucky day, because when he had finally managed to drag himself out of bed, he stumbled - quite literally, he was struggling to keep both eyes open - into the human on their way back to their room.

“I mean, I’m going to be studying, but if you want to come over, you can.”

“You say that like I’m not going to be sleeping.”

They laughed, eyes crinkling at the corners. He really liked their laugh, especially when it was genuine.

He was almost home free. They had just made it up the stairs when -

“There you are!”

…Damn it.

“Oh, hey Asmo.” they greeted the other demon, smiling at him. “What’s up?”

“I left my makeup bag at RAD!” Asmo wailed like someone had just kicked his pet hell hound. “I have a date tonight, and I need to get in the bath, which you know is a solid two hour process. Do you think you could be a dear and run and grab it for me?”

The human was going to agree. Belphie could see it in their eyes. They didn’t want to, clearly, but that naturally agreeable disposition usually won out in these scenarios.

“Go get it yourself, Asmo.” he drawled, draping himself over their shoulder. “You’re a grown demon, aren’t you?”

“But - “

Belphegor straightened up from his perpetual slouch, one hand remaining on the human’s shoulder while he shouldered his way past Asmo. His shrieks of irritation were abruptly cut off when Belphie slammed the door to the human’s room behind him.

“What was that for, Belphie?” the human asked.

“You were going to do it.” he shrugged. “Even though you didn’t want to.”

“Well…”

Belphie made his way over to the bed, flopping down on his side with an oh-so-graceful thwump. “I don’t understand you sometimes.”

“I don’t understand me sometimes either.” they sighed, folding their arms. “It’s like, I feel guilty for saying no even if I’m perfectly within my rights. I don’t know why.”

“Eh…” Belphie hummed, sitting up a little bit. “Well, since you can’t seem to say no, I might as well take advantage of that.”

They recoiled a little bit at the wording, but he continued, opening his arms. “Let me cuddle you.”

For a moment, they were silent, and Belphie worried he might have put his foot in it. But, slowly, a smile tugged at their lips, and they clambered into bed with him. With a soft, contented sigh, they snuggled against his chest.

“It’s about time someone else took care of you, you know?”

Diavolo: “Lucifer needs to stop making you deliver his reports for him.”

The human laughed as they handed Diavolo they manila folder containing Lucifer’s paperwork. “I don’t mind it. The scenery at the castle is amazing to look at, it gives me an excuse to walk around a little bit.”

Diavolo grinned down at them. “Always so positive! You truly do brighten the room, my dear.” his molten gold eyes shined with a bit of mischief as he extended an arm to them. “Shall I make the trip worth your while? If you love the scenery near the entrance, you’ll be absolutely enchanted with everything else.”

“Oh,” their eyes widened slightly. “Is that alright?”

“Of course,” he beamed when they hesitantly linked their arm through his. “Honestly, you have enough on your plate without Lucifer using you as a mule.”

“I told you, Lord Diavolo, I don’t mind it.”

“I’m sure you don’t,” he replied, leading the two of them through a door that lead to a courtyard with a rose maze. “But I didn’t bring you here to be a servant. It’s unworthy of him to take advantage of your agreeable nature, even if he doesn’t realize he’s doing it.”

“I mean…” they glanced around the courtyard, avoiding Diavolo’s painfully earnest eyes. “The brothers let me stay at the House of Lamentation, so helping out wherever I can is the least I can do, isn’t it?”

“It’s not like you’re intruding.” there was a hint of laughter in Diavolo’s voice as he expertly guided the two of them through the maze. “You were deposited here with nothing but the clothes on your back, the fact that you’re thinking about paying them back is astonishing.”

He paused. They had reached the center of the maze, stopping just beneath a great stone statue of what the human assumed was a previous king, or maybe even the current one. Diavolo turned to face them and took their hand in his large one, bringing their knuckles to his lips while never breaking eye contact.

“It’s one of the many things I find so charming about you.”

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rwbyremnants · 4 years ago

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WARNING: tiny hints of Non-Freezerburn content

So this is the very beginning of when this story begins to drift from being focused on Freezerburn goodness (it really goes off the rails later). I know some of you don't like to see the ships change mid fanfic so I figured I would give you a heads up. Don't worry, Yang and Weiss are still endgame and there will be plenty of those two throughout, but there's going to be a lot of fuckery happening over the next couple dozen chapters. Bear with me!

=Chapter 34

After watching Cinder enjoy the attentions of two young ladies a bit more than she probably ought to have, Kali quietly herded the rest of them from the room. Pyrrha offered to stay, despite Weiss' repeated attempts to help usher her to the exit; seemed she really didn't mind indulging Cinder just this once. Emerald offered to give her friend a ride back on her bike once they were through so everything was taken care of.

Once walking back to the car, Kali patted Ilia on the shoulder. “I'm proud of you, little one.”

“What? M-me? Why?”

“You came in, stood your ground, and reminded the rest of us that one of our own was suffering. We tried to help, but hadn't tried our hardest yet. It was important.”

Ilia was still smiling from the compliments when Blake cleared her throat and added, “Y-yeah. That was pretty cool of you.”

The next smile was a completely different kind. Weiss nudged Yang with her elbow as they split off from the others to get on her motorcycle.

“She really has it bad, doesn't she?”

“Oh yeah,” Yang chortled as she started it up. Weiss swung onto the seat behind her, sliding her arms around Yang's middle gratefully. “One too many bottles of Love Potion Number 9. She’s been head over heels for Belladonna as long as we've known her.”

“Right… do you think she’ll ever get past thinking of her as ‘the new girl’ and see her as just a girl? Because I think she's kind of sweet in her own way. But maybe she's just not Blake's type.”

Yang glanced over her shoulder at her as she began to guide the bike toward the exit of the parking lot. “Really? And if you're so smart, little miss teacher's pet, what is Blake's type?”

“Tall blondes who lead biker gangs, apparently.”

That insinuation nearly made her guide the bike into the shrubbery instead. “Hey! Not funny.”

“Well, it’s-” Weiss had been about to insist that it was the truth, but then she remembered it was a truth she wasn’t supposed to divulge! And she had come so close to spilling the beans! “It's, um, a little funny, right?”

“NO! You almost gave me a heart attack! Come on, Blake being sweet on me? That would be a disaster!”

She knew her own laughter sounded forced, but at least she had managed to laugh. After following the Belladonna car for a few blocks, she asked, “Not that I'm disagreeing with you, but I'm curious. Why would that be such a disaster? I mean, Blake is a beautiful girl.”

A scoffing noise came from the gangster in front of her on the bike. “She's just… like a sister to me, you know? It would be like dating Ruby, which I definitely don't want to do either. But I'm not denying she's cute. Just don't feel those kind of feelings for her.” Once they got to a stop sign, she chanced a grin over her shoulder. “Not what I feel for you, Princess.”

Though she still wanted to continue the conversation about Blake, feeling bad that Yang felt no attraction to her, the comment filled her stomach with so many butterflies that she couldn't seem to focus on it anymore.

Soon enough, they were parking in the driveway and disembarking their various vehicles. Ilia stretched and Kali let out weary sigh as they walked up to the front door. Yang reached down and took Weiss's hand, and she gladly squeezed back.

The sight of Willow Schnee sobbing on the couch brought their mood down a couple of points. However, upon seeing the group entering, she looked up and flashed them a bleary smile.

“O-oh! You're back much s-sooner than I expected! How was your visit with your friend?”

“Fine, Mother,” Weiss began carefully as the rest of them filed in. “She's being taken care of now. What's wrong? Are you okay?”

The woman waved a regal hand, dismissing the concern. “No worse than when you left, don't worry. Raven… was kind enough to offer to make me a cup of coffee to settle my nerves. Though she has been gone for some time.”

Weiss, Kali, and Yang went through into the dining room, then into the kitchen. There they found a clearly frazzled Raven Branwen standing in front of the counter, where coffee grounds and water were strewn everywhere — including all over herself.

“Oh.” Her eyes shifted back and forth. “I can explain this.”

Kali chuckled. “You were trying to play host in an unfamiliar home?”

“How do you work this stupid espresso machine? You pretentious ass.” Her pale cheeks were the very tiniest bit rosy; it wasn’t much of a blush, but still far worse than Weiss ever remembered seeing in Yang’s mother’s expression.

“Here,” she sighed, nipping up a washcloth to help clean it up. But Raven stiffened, so she put her hands on her hips. “Do you want my help or not?”

Raven relented, and Weiss and Yang stood back and watched in mild fascination as Kali helped her clean the counter off somewhat, then moved on to preparing coffee together. It was like seeing a ballerina dancing alongside a rhinoceros. Several times, they glanced at each other in sheer disbelief before returning to the spectacle.

“That was… special,” Yang muttered once they had finally excused themselves.

“Agreed. I’ve never seen her like that.”

That brought a slightly shy smile to the bruiser’s lips. “I have. But… yeah, not real often, or in front of other people.” She shrugged. “Maybe she likes your mom.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. She barely knows her!”

“So? You barely know me.”

“You… make a compelling point,” Weiss conceded as they returned to the living room, Yang chuckling and slinging an arm around her neck.

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Within half an hour, Raven came back with the coffee. There had been a couple of shouts, but nothing prolonged or sharp enough to truly worry anyone. Mrs. Schnee gracefully accepted the cup and they all chatted for a while. In a way, it almost seemed like they were paired off: Willow and Raven, Ilia and Blake, Weiss and Yang. Kali was the odd woman out, but didn’t look at all uncomfortable simply playing host.

“Wouldn’t that be weird?” Weiss asked when they were poking around in Blake’s room a little later. Yang looked right at home, but she was completely captivated by the unfamiliar surroundings. Stunned that she was going to live here for a while… possibly a long while.

“Wouldn’t what be weird?”

Shrugging, she sat on the bed. “If our mothers were dating. I mean, that would make us sisters.”

“So?” Yang giggled. “I was sniffing around your skirt first; I get dibs.”

“Stop that,” she laughed, swatting her shoulder. “I mean it. Do you want to be sleeping with your stepsister? Aren’t our lives crazy enough already?”

Yang walked over and straddled Weiss’s lap, hands sliding into her hair as her thumbs traced their way up and down her girlfriend’s temples. “Sounds hot.”

“Ohhhh… wait, what are you doing?”

“Enjoying myself?” Her nose nuzzled into Weiss’s ear. “Didn’t think it had been so long since we fooled around that you forgot what it was like.”

Dipping her head away from the nose and the lips moving down to her neck, she sighed shakily. “Hey, hey! We’re in Blake’s room!”

“So what? She’ll understand. I mean, we gotta take it where we can get it.”

“No, you…” How could she explain this to her? She couldn’t - not without betraying Blake’s trust. “I just… don’t think she would… not on her bed.”

Yang drew back, eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Why? Is there something wrong with this bed?”

“No, it’s-”

“Bedbugs? Rusty springs?”

“Yang…” The lips pulled her earlobe in, and she had to push her away to head off a pronounced moan. “Listen to me!”

That finally got her attention. The bruiser finally sat completely back, frowning at her girlfriend. “Hey. What’s shaking? You’re being kinda weird.”

She didn’t have to tell her the whole story. But she at least deserved part of the truth. “I’m not comfortable doing this in Blake’s room. If you want to go out to the back yard and neck for a little while, then that’s peachy, but… I don’t know. I can’t get in the mood in here.”

“What’s so special about a room? I wasn’t going to get her sheets dirty or anything.” But seeing that Weiss was serious, she leaned down and gave her a sweeter, less heated kiss. “Sorry. We can put it on ice.”

“Good. Because I fully intend to go back to the icebox for it later.”

“Good,” she agreed with a wicked little grin before their lips found each other’s again. Even that was a bit odd for Weiss to be doing in the room of the girl who was still crushing on her girlfriend… but all relationships require some amount of compromise.

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Weiss felt awkward about sleeping in Blake’s bed. Though Blake had insisted, and taken the couch, it still didn’t feel right; she was only supposed to be crashing there for a short time. Kali's large queen-sized bed was big enough to accommodate both their mothers with ease, but Blake’s smaller twin was not; technically, yes, but comfortably, no.

She was so discomfited that she couldn’t stand it anymore. Sometime after midnight, she began to creep downstairs, hoping to check on her. She only got halfway down the staircase before she began to hear…

Crying.

‘Shoot,’ she thought harshly to herself as she frowned, trying to decide if she could make it back upstairs without being noticed. It wasn’t terribly likely. Besides, even though she wanted to give Blake her privacy, she wanted to help her friend even more. Or at least offer help; if she told her to go the hell away, that would be that.

“Blake?”

Instantly, the raven-haired girl sat bolt upright, eyes wide with true fear as she stared at Weiss. It faded quickly, leaving her looking broken and tired.

“Weiss… go the hell away.”

Message received. “O-okay. I’m sorry.”

“Wait…” Sighing, she covered her eyes with her hand. “No, I should be the one apologising. I’ll go, I’ll… I want a drink of water.”

When Blake stood to make her way to the kitchen, Weiss moved the rest of the way into the living room as quick as she could. “Please don’t go. I can get it for you.”

“Why would you?”

“Because… because I feel bad for interrupting. Please, just let me? I won’t take two shakes of a lamb’s tail.”

She let her take care of the task. Weiss came back with two small glasses of milk. Blake raised an eyebrow. “What are these for?”

“Milk helps you sleep.”

“That’s warm milk, isn’t it?” But when Weiss’s smile slipped a little, she took her glass quickly. “I-it’s fine. Thanks.”

“Mm.” They both took a few sips as Weiss sat next to her on the couch. The air seemed to ratchet up with tension. So long had passed since they had a simple, civil conversation that she almost had forgotten what that was like. Eventually, just when she felt she might have to make an excuse and just go back upstairs, Blake spoke up.

“Sorry I’ve been so weird.”

“It’s alright.”

“No… no, it’s not. I’ve been stupid, and jealous, and… and taking out stuff with our moms on you. Still being weird about Yang. And that’s gonna stop right here, tonight.” Her amber eyes turned up to look at Weiss, a little uncertainty in them. “Not totally, I mean… I’m still a girl, I can’t help my girlish heart. But I’ll work on it.”

Smiling and nudging her with her forearm, Weiss said, “Don’t worry about it. It’s really alright. Um…”

“Yeah?”

“This is none of my business. But I think you and Ilia would be really cute together.”

It took Blake a few seconds of staring off into the corner before she came up with an answer. “You’re right. That’s none of your business.” Seeing Weiss deflate prompted her to nudge right back. “But I get that you think you’re helping. Just… cut it out, that’s all.”

“Got it.” After a second, she sighed and said, “Are you really alright on this couch? I honestly thought it would be me down here. Doesn’t seem very comfortable, and we are invading your hou-”

“You know my mom would never let me hear the end of it if I made you sleep on the couch, sister.”

“Then let’s share the bed. Please, I mean it, I just do not feel comfortable up there by myself - it’s not my room, it’s yours, and I can’t… I won’t take ‘no’ for an answer. That’s unacceptable!”

Blake appeared caught off her guard, openly staring at her guest. However, a little twinkle of amusement was sparking in her amber eyes behind the surprise. “You want to sleep with me?”

“If you’re going to phrase it like that, then no,” she scoffed, prompting a little chuckle from the other Dragon. “Otherwise… I mean, you know I’m pretty tiny.”

“Not that tiny. But alright - you’re on, Schnee. We could try it.”

After finishing off their milk, the two made their way upstairs and wriggled into the bed. It was more than a little uncomfortable at first. They wound up facing away from each other, trying not to think about rear ends and toes touching; it helped that Weiss was in fuzzy pyjamas, adding an extra layer of separation.

“Hey…”

Weiss rolled onto her back. “What?” But Blake only curled around her side. “E-excuse me! What is the meaning of-”

“I’m sorry,” she whispered softly.

“What for? We already covered this topic downstairs.”

“Still feel like a horse’s ass. You’ve actually been a real cool cat since Yang started making eyes at you, and I just… wanted to hate you. Tried not to, but it would have been easier if I could. And I… and w-with our parents… why am I so stupid?!”

“Again, we covered this,” she told her again, but her voice was more gentle as she pet gently along her back. “I could have tried harder to understand that this wasn’t easy for you. And… I feel like I should have figured out that was part of the problem a lot sooner. So don’t-”

Blake squeezed a little tighter, and Weiss could do nothing but wrap her arms around her a little more tightly. They stayed like that for a few minutes before she could feel Blake begin to shake from the force of her own sobs, in spite of how desperately she was trying to suppress any noise escaping. It broke her heart. Why did life have to be so hard sometimes?

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“You thought you could get away…”

The fire was coming. Weiss was trying to throw off the chains as quickly as she could before it caught up to her, clawing them from around her ankles and wrists, but she couldn’t grip them firmly enough. What was the matter with her? The stupid puffy ballgown was definitely not helping matters, it kept getting tangled and snagging on the bed of nails below.

“You’re mine,” her father snarled - except he wasn’t her father. He was a dragon, large and sprawling and covered in gleaming white scales, red eyes blazing down at her as he clawed his way across the craggy landscape. “MINE!”

“No!” she cried, even though no sound was coming out. A silent scream as she tried desperately to escape. He was going to catch her, drag her back to his hoard of treasure!

Then the claws were closing around her, pushing chains into her skin, closing the trap…

When Weiss’s eyes flew open, for just an instant, she still believed it had all been real. The sweat soaking through the neckline of her pj’s told her that her subconscious mind had believed it as well. What a horrible nightmare. Obviously she had a lot on her mind lately, but did her brain have to put her through it when she was asleep? That should have been her time to escape from the strife.

Then she realised why she felt so chained.

“Yang,” Blake was mumbling in her sleep as she clung even tighter to Weiss’s body than she had before slumbering, practically on top of her now. That was about the saddest thing she had ever witnessed. Poor thing had it bad.

Maybe… she should step aside? No. That was stupid. Weiss knew without any further reflection that she and Yang loved each other. Even if she wished she could do something for Blake, that would not be possible without making an even bigger sacrifice - and one that would solve nothing, since Yang did not have those feelings for Blake. But there had to be something she could do!

Then she felt hips shifting against one of her thighs, grinding slightly. That wasn’t the ‘something’ she had in mind.

‘Oh golly,’ she thought in alarm, going stock still. ‘So she’s having THAT kind of dream. What do I do?!’ The movements didn’t stop, presumably because Yang wasn’t stopping in the raven-haired Dragon’s mindscape. If she woke Blake up, she would be horribly embarrassed if she ever found out later… but if she didn’t wake her up…

Another little moan told her she couldn’t leave it at this. Weiss tried to shake her shoulder. “Blake?” No response, just more squirming - and her cheeks flared with heat, her heart beating faster. “Blake! Gee whiz!”

Finally, those amber orbs popped open in the darkened room. They swivelled around a few times before training on Weiss, completely caught off her guard seeing her there.

“Huh?”

“You were, um….”

“Schnee, what are you doing here? What's-” She moved a little, and her words cut off. Even in the low lighting, she could see her face draining of colour. “What… was I...?”

Even though she felt a little mean about saying so, she couldn’t help teasing a teensy bit. “Your dream self clearly thought I was some other gal. Unless… you still want to make me ‘see stars’?”

“Shut up. This isn't… I'll move so we can-” But when she tried to move, it prompted a shiver and a moan that cut off all further speech.

“Wow. You're really ready to go.”

Holding completely still, Blake hissed urgently, “It's not what it looks like! You know I would never do this to any girl while she's asleep, right? Please tell me you know at least that much!”

“I do,” she laughed, her own cheeks rosy by now. “I could tell you were having some really steamy peep show dream. And… and that's why I woke you up.”

“Ugh… couldn't you have just let me finish? Now I'm all pent up and frustrated.” Her hips moved a little again, and she whimpered.

“If I let you finish while you were asleep, then I would feel like the one taking advantage! But for what it's worth, I'm sorry!”

After a few more idle thrusts, Blake sighed and forced her hips to still. “No… no, you're right. I'm just… never mind.”

But Weiss decided she'd had enough of pussyfooting around this topic. “Just wish it was Yang sleeping over instead of me?” When amber eyes turned to her, guilty as they were fearful, she hastened to add, “I'm not upset. Believe me, I understand just how attractive Yang is. Maybe if you were trying to get her to two-time me, I'd be getting territorial, but… I don't know. You're a good friend to both of us, and you can't help having eyes for her.”

“How… can you not be angry?” she breathed in sheer surprise. “Or at least yelling at me to… to get over it? Yang is going steady with you now, and I have no right-”

“Hey, you have every right to feelings. It's what you do with them that counts.” Her hand reached down to give the Belladonna behind a little tap. “And this was involuntary, so don't think I'm holding it against you.”

For a moment, Blake just tried her best to weather the sensations and take in the words from her temporary roommate. Then she smirked. “Y-yeah. I'm pretty sure I'm the one holding 'it’ against you.”

“SHHHH!” Though they both giggled. “Um… yeah, I don't know what to say. You can keep going if you… really need it? It feels like-”

“No, no, I can stop.” She rolled onto her back, panting as if she had just run a mile. “Wowie zowie…”

For a few seconds, the two teenagers lay in the bed, staring at the ceiling and trying to make sense of their crazy situation. A lot had transpired in a very short amount of time. Really, in only a few short weeks, Weiss had gone from oblivious little princess of Atlas Heights to a bonafide gangster, dating a girl and standing up to a tyrannical father she had never thought would force her and her mother out of their own home. And Blake…

Well, Blake had lost her shot at Yang. Knowing just how great Yang was made it impossible to pretend that wasn't an awful blow.

“Damn.”

“What?” Weiss whispered.

“I… I can't go back to sleep.” Her eyes looked even guiltier when her head turned to look at her. “Maybe if I… move to the couch?”

Weiss bit her lip. “Or I could make a trip to the bathroom. And while I'm gone… you could, um, take care of whatever needs taking care of?”

“Oh, I couldn't ask you to do that! And then you'll come back in and the room will stink like me. No, I'll… I'll get over it. Don't worry.”

“But you're so keyed up! Just let me let you do this. I don't care how the room smells,” she added as an afterthought.

“But it'll be…” Seeming to rethink her words, she turned away. “Besides, the last thing I want is to wake up my mom with this. So if either of us get up… forget it. I'll just wait until I take a bath in the morning.”

Scoffing, she reached over to nudge Blake with her elbow. “You just said you can't sleep. I'll be really quiet on my way out, I promise.”

Now she looked truly conflicted. Even moreso than before. Why? Was Kali that light of a sleeper? A glance over showed her that Blake's legs were constantly squirming, though in a way that kept her from moving the bed too much. She looked miserable, and humiliated besides. Even while she was looking, she could swear she saw her eyes misting over, though in the low light from the window it was hard to tell.

“Hey,” she breathed softly, hand coming to rest on her forearm. “I can be quiet as a mouse. It's no trouble; I have to go a little, anyway.” That was an exaggeration; she did, but it would be easy to ignore until the following morning.

“How can you be so nice to me when I've been such a bitter… shrew?” she demanded, her voice soaked with emotion. “I even… I even thought…”

When she didn't finish, Weiss eventually gripped her forearm a bit tighter. “You even thought what? It's alright, I'm not going to kick you out of your own bedroom. I promise. You can say anything that's on your mind.”

“I even…” The tears were falling now, and she reached up to brush them from Blake's cheek. “When y-you were in the hospital, I really thought for one second that it might be better if you didn't make it, and everything could go back to normal! How stupid! I don't w-want you to die, not really, and even if you did, things won't go back to normal anyway! Why do I have to be so… s-so awful?!”

Weiss rolled over to hug Blake tightly, and felt her return the embrace as they clung to each other, only the latter sobbing. Though a cold feeling settled into the pit of her stomach from the sentiment, the knowledge that at any point Blake had wished death upon her, it didn't make much of a dent in her gratitude that she was opening up - no longer keeping her at arm's length. If they were ever going to truly be friends, they would have to evolve past petty jealousies one way or another.

“You're so sweet!” she finally growled into her shoulder when she could speak again. “God damn you for being so sweet, I can’t stand it!”

“Shhhh,” she soothed her as best she could, not really experienced with this sort of thing but trying her best. “I’m not, really. I feel like I should have said something earlier, but I didn’t really know how to - and it was easier just to ask Yang to talk to you instead of getting involved mysel…”

A little too late, she realised what she had said. Blake pulled back to blink down at her, halfway between puzzled and still remorseful about the whole situation. But then she nodded. “It’s okay. I know I was a terrible brat about it when it happened, but I do appreciate you trying to do the right thing, and get us talking again. Even if I had a funny way of showing it.”

“Yeah. Like I said, it's not easy with you still being hung up on Yang. For us to be pals, I mean.”

“It’s not just that. I mean, you’re right, Yang’s the one I… well, you already know. But it would be a lot easier if my rival weren't such a bleeding heart. I mean, Yang and Cinder? I'd be clawing her eyes out!” They both chuckled, and Blake relaxed against her. Apparently, the more heavy subject matter had dissipated much of her arousal. “Too bad the one who rode in on a horse and swept Yang off her feet was actually a tiny white knight, and a sweetheart.”

Smirking, she murmured, “Pretty sure that happened the other way around. I was a lamb to the slaughter.”

“Hey, careful; you’re still talking about the woman that holds my heart.” She rolled over to face the other way. Weiss almost didn’t catch the next words over her own weary sigh: “One of them, anyway.”

“What?”

“Nothing. Goodnight, Weiss.”

“Goodnight.”

However, it took quite some time for Weiss to drift off after that. She wound up eventually taking a trip to the bathroom, after all - and was very cautious when returning to the bedroom, but Blake was fast asleep this time. Completely content. It made for a nice change.

#princess and the dragons #1950s au #freezerburn fanfic #rwby fanfiction #rwbyremnants #monochrome

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Hi! We’ve never talked but I adore your blog and writing 🤗 I would love to see 38 from the prompt post maybe?

38. “Nothing about us is conventional”

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Stiles kissed Derek first.

He’d always thought that one day, after the man got his head out of his ass and realized Stiles was downright irresistible, Derek would be the one to initiate things. But then at the beginning of senior year, after a summer of Stiles spending every waking moment at the loft, Derek still hadn’t done anything.

So Stiles kissed him first. He thought he was allowed to do that.

And the thing was, Derek responded.

Stiles liked to believe that one day, he’d break down all of the Sourwolf’s walls. He knew he’d gotten even further this summer than he ever had before, but Derek was a fortress. Just when Stiles thought he’d broken down the man’s last level of grumpy-growly defense, he was faced with a whole other line of barriers.

One day, Stiles thought. One day, he’d get the man to fully trust him. But for now, he thought things were good enough.

Except, he forgot Derek was a hard-headed asshole.

“This,” Derek said, coffee in hand and a brown-haired woman standing at his side, “is Amy.”

Stiles blinked intelligently at her for a moment. Her cheeks were pink and she looked nervous, the barista’s apron wrapped around her waist. Stiles supposed it wasn’t ‘Amy’ who surprised him, but the fact that Derek knew anybody outside of his little loft hidey-hole.

Also, that the man was introducing them. Maybe he was proud of making a new friend?

Derek waited with a raised eyebrow and Stiles blinked out of his thoughts, pushing a half-hearted grin onto his face as he nodded, not quite sure where this was going. Derek confused him sometimes. “Okay.”

Some of Amy’s smile faded. Derek shot him a warning look. “Stiles, this is that friend I was telling you about.”

‘Derek’ and ‘friend’ still took Stiles off guard. He supposed if he thought about it, Derek had mentioned meeting someone at the cafe a few weeks ago. He’d said something about how she was ‘nice’ and ‘funny’. Stiles was pretty sure he’d been complaining about his single woes from Sophomore year, then. He hadn’t really been listening to Derek or himself, to be honest.

Sometimes, Stiles just felt the need to talk.

“Oh,” Stiles said. Then a sudden panicked realization hit him like a truck. “Oh.”

Derek’s forced smile looked more murderous than usual. But before Stiles could make up an excuse to run, Amy was stepping forward, Derek was stepping back, and Stiles was left alone with no coffee and apparently a… a... wait, was Derek wingmanning him?

Stiles’s stomach did something entirely new and he was pretty sure he wasn’t okay with it.

Amy started to say something but Stiles’s mind had gone blank. Three days ago, he and Derek had been making out on the couch and now the man was trying to set him up? Or maybe… maybe… no, the kissing had not been a fever dream. Stiles had gone right home afterward and proceeded to have a panic attack followed by the literal eating of a giant tub of ice cream in celebration.

His dad had been giving him strange looks ever since.

“Stiles?”

Stiles snapped out of his thoughts, looking at Amy with round eyes. She held out a slip of paper with her number on it and he stared for a moment, before plastering another grin on his face and taking the paper from her hands.

“So you’ll pick me up at seven?”

“Seven?”

Amy’s smile flickered. “For dinner at that new Italian place I was just telling you about.”

“Oh,” Stiles said. “Um, oh, yeah. Italian! Love Italian. Yeah, I’ll be there. At seven. Because this is a date?”

Amy was looking a lot less impressed now than she was five minutes ago. Stiles thought that was usually how things went when he talked to girls, wingmanned or not. But she still nodded and then turned away, moving back behind the cafe counter.

Stiles just stood there for another few moments, staring at the slip of paper in his hands as his brain tried to catch up.

Derek had just wingmanned him. Derek Hale has just wingmanned him. Then left. And now Stiles was going on a date. Tonight.

“Oh my god,” Stiles said, shoving the number into his pocket.

That stubborn-headed Alpha bastard.

Stiles showed up at the loft a lot later that night with a suit jacket hanging off one shoulder, a tie half undone, and exhaustion under his eyes that he couldn’t even begin to explain.

Derek sat on the couch and tensed up the moment he spotted him in the doorway. Stiles held his gaze for a long moment before trudging over and dropping down at his side with a sigh. If possible, Derek tensed even more.

“Did you have a… good date?”

“Dude,” Stiles said, glancing over. “I think my wallet is crying.”

Derek’s brows furrowed. Stiles leaned heavily against his side, just wanting to burrow up and maybe sleep for the next day or two.

It wasn’t like anything had gone wrong, exactly. In fact, Stiles would say he’d been the proper gentleman. He’d shown up on time, he’d paid for dinner and dessert. They’d walked around town after and when Amy told him things ‘just weren’t like she’d expected’ Stiles nearly full on agreed. But he was a gentleman. So he’d just nodded, driven her home, and decided he was never letting Derek wingman him again.

Which really shouldn’t be a decision he had to make.

“I just want curly fries and sleep,” Stiles said. “But that restaurant was so expensive, I don’t think I can even afford curly fries right now.”

“So… it didn’t go well?”

Stiles glared at him. “I blame you for this.”

“What.”

“Dude!” Stiles said, drawing back a few inches. “What? What? When you said ‘let’s go get coffee’ this morning, I expected to be walking out with a nice hot mocha, not a date!”

Derek gave him a blank look. “I told you days ago this was happening.”

“Uh, when?”

“When I told you Amy was looking for someone and you said ‘oh yeah, I know that feeling’.”

“Because I do! I have! Not now, but—”

“Then I told you I could try and set something up and you gave me a funny look and said ‘yeah, Sourwolf, you do that’ and proceeded to walk out of the loft.”

Stiles blinked at him. For some reason, those words did sound familiar, but he wouldn’t go around saying something like that unless… “Dude, I was joking! Are you serious right now? I’m like, ninety percent sure we had just finished making out before that conversation!”

Derek stared. Then his face turned bright red, he frowned even harder, and proceeded not to say another word. Stiles shoved himself off the couch, throwing his hands up.

“Oh my god, Derek! Are you serious?”

“What.”

“Stop ‘what-ing’ me! Do you really think I go around kissing people and then letting them set me up with someone else? That’s a douchebag move. That’s a Jackson move!”

The man looked at him with a blank expression. Stiles scoffed and turned away, waving a hand over his shoulder.

“You know what, fine dude, whatever. I’m going to go beg spare change from my own father because I’m in desperate need of curly fries but I can’t even afford any right now. Please, feel free to make up a list of everyone else you think I should attempt dating. Clearly I need it.”

Derek didn’t answer. Stiles gave him one more look over his shoulder but the man just crossed his arms, arching one brow. Stomach twisting, Stiles stalked out of the loft and made sure to slam the door behind him.

He was tired earlier. Now he was downright pissed.

When he made it to his jeep, he didn’t drive for a long moment. Instead, he glared at nothing and tried to keep himself from stalking right back up to the loft. What the hell did Derek think they were? What the hell did he think Stiles had wanted in the first place?

He tried to replay the last few weeks over again in his head. The first time Stiles had kissed him; all nerves and a sudden rush of adrenaline. Then small kisses on the couch, or in the kitchen, or when Stiles came by the loft after school.

And Stiles… Stiles hadn’t known what exactly to call it.

They didn’t mention anything to the pack but Stiles thought that might just take time. And Derek didn’t really acknowledge anything was happening until Stiles was kissing him, but he thought maybe that was just another one of the man’s walls.

Sighing, Stiles dropped his forehead against the steering wheel. Was he the idiot here?

No, he couldn’t be. It was the hard-headed, grumpy growly, big bad Alpha werewolf who was most likely up angsting in the loft and—

A knock on his window startled Stiles out of his thoughts. He squawked, head snapping upward, and his elbow banged on the steering wheel, the alarm almost instantly going off. Derek jumped back and Stiles swore, quickly turning it off.

For a moment, they just stared at each other. Then, groaning, Stiles opened his door and pulled himself back into the night, crossing his arms against the faint chill.

“What, Derek?”

“You weren’t checking me off a list.”

Stiles stared at him for a long moment before finding words. Derek’s face turned bright red and the man dropped his gaze. “What?”

“You weren’t checking me off a list or experimenting with… another gender, or—”

“Dude, what the hell?”

Derek looked up, a ‘caught in headlights’ look in his eyes. Stiles swallowed hard, searching his face.

“That’s what you thought I was doing?”

“You’re a teenager, Stiles, it’s the expected and conventional behavior of—”

“Conventional,” Stiles said, cutting him off.

Derek nodded.

“Oh my god,” Stiles said, rubbing a hand over his face. To be honest, he really should have seen this coming. One of Derek’s biggest walls was ‘I’m not deserving of actual love’ but Stiles had been hoping he’d broken that one down already. Apparently not. “Derek, nothing about us is conventional.”

Derek just looked confused. Stiles sighed and stepped forward, tilting his chin upward.

“You’re a big bad grumpy Alpha werewolf. I’m the token human with a baseball bat who Isaac compares much too often to Little Red Riding Hood. We fight monsters every other week and attempt to live normal lives in between. Also, I’m eighteen now. I’m like, a couple years away from getting grey hairs.”

Derek rolled his eyes at that. Stiles grinned, reaching up to brush the pad of his thumb across the man’s lower lip.

“Also you’re like, really hot. I’ve been wanting you to kiss me since Sophomore year and if we’re being honest, I kissed you first with the hopes that we could keep doing that. For a long time. Like, a really long time. Like, maybe until we actually do have grey hairs and—”

Derek moved forward and cut him off, slightly chapped lips pressing against his own. Stiles startled for only a second before melting into the man’s touch, his hand moving to cup the back of Derek’s neck.

“You,” Derek said around his lips, breaths warm against his skin. “Stiles, I want you too.”

“Good, you big idiot, because I’ve been pining for two years now—”

Derek seemed to notice how effectively he could shut Stiles up by just kissing him. Because the man only growled at the back of his throat and pushed Stiles against the jeep, one hand catching a handful of his hair and tilting his head back a few inches before kissing him harder.

Stiles wasn’t really complaining.

And yeah, he thought Derek was kind of a big idiot. But to be fair, he could be too. And maybe it took two years, one chaotically pining summer, and an accidental wingmanning situation, but Stiles was pretty sure he’d broken down another wall tonight,

There were probably more.

Like, a lot more. Like enough to give him grey hairs even as a teenager more. But Stiles might be a little okay with that. One day, he thought, he’d get the man to fully trust him. One day, he’d break down all of Derek’s walls. But for now, things were good enough.

Derek was always enough.

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I had so much fun with this one! Thank you so much for the prompt, you’re so fantastic. And I hope I did it justice!

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teannamon · 5 years ago

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Why Do You Think This Would Work? Ch1 [ Taichihaya ]

They should have known that fake dating never goes according to plan.

In which Mashima Taichi doesn't want to be bothered by his mother's prospects anymore and Ayase Chihaya hates her sister's attempts of finding her a boyfriend.

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Today was an especially stressful day for Mashima Taichi. He was supposed to clock in early from the hospital but as soon as his shift was about to end one of his patients went into cardiac arrest.

‘Ah I can never get used to emergencies like that’ he thought as he laid on his couch.

Just as he was getting comfortable, his cellphone rang which surprised him. He sat back up and picked up the phone from the coffee table next to him.

“Hello?”

“Ah Taichi, didn’t you read my texts?”

He sighed as he heard his mother, Mashima Reiko, on the other end. As tempted as he is to end the call right then and there, he wouldn’t dare get an angry visit from her instead.

“No, I had to attend to an emergency at the hospital a while ago” he explained “I just got home, what is it?”

“Well there’s a charity gala Mr. Ichido is hosting tomorrow night, maybe you could attend with your father and, you know, mingle with the people there at least”

“Why should I? I don’t have any interest in dad’s company, why aren’t you asking Rika?” he inquired, even though he has an idea of what Reiko is hinting at.

“She’s coming, that’s already a given” there was a small pause before she continued “Mr. Ichido’s daughter is coming to the gala, the one who just came back from the states, maybe you can tour her around Tokyo before she goes back after a week”

‘I knew it’ he said to himself. Ever since he graduated from Todai and immediately got a job as a doctor at the University’s same hospital, Reiko thought she wouldn’t need to worry about her son anymore.

To what she thought that her son would settle down with a woman as successful as he is, she slowly grew worried each day her son doesn’t call her to tell her about a doctor or businesswoman he’s going to marry someday. So for a year now, she’s been trying to connect him with the women in the families they’re connected with so it can ease her anxiety at least.

But Mashima Taichi has been a stubborn bastard ever since he was born.

“Not interested,” he answered coldly and Reiko just had enough of him rejecting every prospect she’s practically thrown at him.

"And why not? Again! might I add"

'This is getting really old' he rubbed his temples trying to calm himself down thinking of another half-assed excuse of not being ready. She was not yet finished talking though.

"And here I thought I can leave you alone to your devices after you've made it as a successful doctor, I can't believe you're making me worry over something you're supposed to have done a long time ago. Up until now I feel as if you’re waiting for me to push you into things that are good for you"

Now Taichi had enough, it's one thing for her to be critical of him being the best but for her to basically call him a dependent idiot is another thing.

"Well haven't you considered that maybe I am dating someone already without your approval?!"

She was taken aback and a million thoughts ran through her head, 'When? How? Who is it? Has she met her before?' But before she could get a word in he ended the call.

"If that's all, good night mom"

After that exchange he went back to lying down on his couch when his phone rang again.

"What?!"

"Ah!" The voice on the other end was startled by his loud reply.

Chihaya nearly dropped her phone when Taichi answered it a little too loudly for her delicate ears.

“Is everything ok, Taichi? What happened?”

“Oh Chihaya, sorry about that” he sighed as he relaxed at her voice on the other end, expecting it to be from his mother.

“It’s fine but could you let me in? I’ve been knocking for the last few minutes and you weren’t answering. I even brought you Daddy Bear Ramen and Snowmaru Ice cream on the way here” she whined as she banged her fist on his apartment door one last time.

Taichi opened the door as he pocketed his phone, “Geez you really are still a kid sometimes, you know that?”

Ignoring his comment, Chihaya walked inside the apartment like she owns the place. Ever since she’s gotten the job as a teacher at Mizusawa High last year, right after getting the Queen title, she’s been in and out of his place because, (a) it's the closest place she can stay at after late nights training at the society and (b) Taichi can drive her to school the next day.

He locked the door behind him as he went to the kitchen where Chihaya most definitely headed to.

Sure enough she’s already filled the instant ramen with hot water and is putting the ice cream in his mini fridge.

“So what crazy limited edition food did you manage to grab this time?” he asked while opening his share of the ramen, looking at the silly Daddy Bear artwork plastered on it.

“If you must know, I found these two at the very back of the shelf at the nearby konbini” she gestured to the two cups of ramen on the table “Can you believe how lucky I was!”

At that instant, Taichi checked the label on the cup to make sure it wasn’t expired. “Thank god you actually checked the labels this time before buying”

“Hey! That was one time ok” she retorted.

“Yeah sure it is” he teased as he took in a mouthful of noodles.

“Keep talking like that and I won’t let you near my Snowmaru Vanilla Ice Cream!” she pointed with her chopsticks.

“Which you stored in MY freezer?”

Chihaya groaned and grumpily ate her ramen.

The rest of their dinner went by as usual, Chihaya telling him how the karuta club they started has been doing so far under her care, her school day activities, and how her training at the Shiranami Society went that night.

Taichi almost forgot about his altercation with his mother that early evening until Chihaya brought up a topic that he’s not particularly fond of but listens to anyway.

“I can’t believe she tricked me into another blind date! I was excited to see her new commercial at the mall when she actually invited me into a double date” she said, a little bit frustrated and exhausted.

Ever since she became Queen last year, she’s been the center of attention of some men in the karuta community and even those outside of it. Her sister, Chitose, then saw an opportunity to play matchmaker with her sister so she can see her have a relationship outside of karuta.

And Mashima Taichi was both scared and relieved. Scared to see Chihaya having a relationship with another person and relieved to see her mature enough to finally fully understand what romantic gestures and relationships are.

It is no secret that Taichi always bore feelings for Chihaya, everyone at Shiranami knows, all their friends from their karuta club knows, Wataya Arata knows, his sister knows, except Chihaya.

“At this point, I might just fake date with the next person she throws at me to get it over with” she half-joked while taking another scoop of her ice cream. “Then everybody is happy, right?”

He inwardly panicked, even a fake relationship is risky, especially for someone like her. They might take advantage of her and they don’t know her like he does. It's not like they can keep up with her antics and airheadedness.

Without even thinking he blurted out, “Just pretend you’re dating me then”

Chihaya stopped midway with her scoop of ice cream, and looked like she’s processing what Taichi just said.

She was silent for a while and he realized what he just said, and just as he was about to brush it off as a joke she slammed her hands on the table a little too hard it shook and spilled the melted contents of her small bowl.

“Taichi! You are a genius!”

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NEXT CHAPTER

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First Chihayafuru fic, hehe... uploaded to both AO3 and FFNet, based on a random fake dating prompt I saw and I was instantly thinking “Taichihaya” so yeah here ya goo

#teanammonfics #taichi x chihaya #taichihaya #taichi #ayase chihaya #chihayafuru #fanfiction #whydoyouthinkthiswouldwork #teannamonfics

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alwayschoosechocolate · 5 years ago

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One-night stands and one-shot chances (part xi)

University AU

Pairing: Jin x reader

Who says sex has to mean anything? Who says you can’t just screw around without all the heartache? Who says only guys get this privilege? What happens when the biggest playboy on campus suddenly meets his match and gets a taste of his own medicine?

Genre: casual sex, mentions of sex, bestfriend!Hoseok, onenightstand!Jin, romance, angst

Word count: 6,6k

Taglist: @esplosionedicoloriintesta @jeonjunggoodgod @rjsmochii@spookidema @pariz-lover @mymochimchimmy @seokjinnieismine @cloudyelizabeth @livesmileandstaystrong @thisistoooooomuch @okaysoplshelpme @secondstanza @eanielsen07 @lidda @6bottlesofwine @honeybeeforv

Masterpost with the other parts of the story can be found here and my masterlist is here

Waking up in Jin’s bed the next morning could have been awkward.

You were both pretty used to waking up next to people you’d barely be able to recall the name of, either slipping out before they woke up or making small talk over coffee before leaving them with a simple “see you around.”

You were more than used to sharing a bed with people whom you had no sexual interest in. Where waking up involved sleepy whispers and promises of coffee and breakfast before both of you stumbled into the kitchen in comfortable silence.

But this? This was foreign to you both.

And it had potential to be very awkward.

But it wasn’t.

As the heat of sharing a bed itched you to sleep, you groaned at the uncomfortableness that came with falling asleep fully clothed, as you moved away from the source of heat on your right, mind still lazed in sleep. Sitting up to tear the heavy fabric of your sweatshirt from your body, you threw it across the room before letting your body fall back against the bed again, relishing in the cold air of the room kissing your heated skin.

Taking a few heavy breaths, your eyes fluttered open to take in the room around you. Confused for a second at not being met by the sight of Hoseok’s room, you turned your head and caught sight of the man sleeping soundly on the pillow next to you. Hair sticking in every direction and mouth wide open as his snores filled the room, he was far from the poised handsome man, who had everyone on campus charmed. But for you, seeing him like this only made you enthralled, as you took in the details of his face. The small stubbles grazing his otherwise smooth face and the few misguided hairs in his eyebrows.

Not even processing what happened before you did it, your hand reached to smooth them out, but mere millimeters before your hand touched his face, your phone went off from its discarded position on the floor.

“Shit,” you whispered, as you quickly rolled over to reach it and turn it off before Jin woke up.

Seeing Hoseok’s name flash across the screen, you quickly swiped to answer it and tiptoed out of the room with one last look at Jin before you pulled the door closed behind you.

“Hi,” you whispered into the phone as you shuffled down the hallway to make yourself some coffee.

“Why are we whispering?”, he whispered back on the other end of the line, making you grin in glee and let out a small giggle.

“No reason. Just didn’t wanna wake up J-” Widening your eyes at how close you were to let Jin’s name slip, you quickly covered up your mistake by chuckling knowingly. “You know, I wanna say Jonathan but honestly I can’t remember his name.”

Hearing Hoseok’s laugh ring out in response, you sighed in relief as you secured the phone between your ear and your shoulder and started making a pot of coffee.

“Oh well. Is it the same guy as the other day? Cause then I really thing you should make an effort to remember his name, love.”

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” you hummed with a soft smile. Though you couldn’t tell him that the guy was actually his housemate, there was nothing stopping you from talking about what happened in general, right?

Right.

“Do I detect a loving smile in your tone?”, he cooed with a fond laugh. “Miss Y/l/n, did you start dating someone and forgot to tell me?”

“The smile is for you, you idiot. But yes, I might have met up with the same man twice,” you laughed, hopping up on the counter as you waited for the coffee to finish.

“And you didn’t tell me? I am hurt!”

“You’re so annoying, Hobi. I’m telling you now, aren’t I? Stop playing so insulted all the time.”

Laughing at the whines coming from the other end of the phone, your mind took you back to the night before as well as the night you and Jin had shared together and an involuntary smile made its way on your face.

“Can I at least know who he is? Do I know him?”

The excitement was clear on his voice, and you could clearly imagine the way his giddy smile would make his eyes sparkle.

“Let’s just go with Jonathan for now,” you chuckled, happy that you at least didn’t have to lie about everything to your best friend. “If things continue, I might introduce you two.”

“Hmm. So I don’t even know him! How did you manage to find someone on campus that I don’t know?”, he asked, clearly already trying to piece together who your mystery-man could be.

“Seok, I’m not telling you anything,” you laughed. “Now come on, tell me about you and your family. What have you been doing?”

Answering with nothing but a chuckle, he started telling you about what he had been doing and how much his mom still asked about you.

“You know, I really do think you broke her heart a bit, Y/n,” he joked, knowing how much you hated disappointing his mom.

“Wow, Jung. Really? That’s a low blow. You know how much I love her! Please hug her and apologize again from me!”

“I’m just teasing, Y/n. She knows. She just misses you, that’s all. So do I btw. I think I might come back a day earlier, so we have some time to hang out before the others come back.”

“We hang out all the time, Hobi,” you laughed. “Just last week, you said that the holiday would be good for us, because we’d been together too much.”

“That can’t be,” he gasped in horror. “I would never say such a thing. And I even if I did, that was last week, and this is this week and I miss you. So I will hear no more complaining from you, young lady.”

“You know I hate when you call me that,” you scolded weakly, though you couldn’t keep the smile off your face.

“I know. Which is why I’m saying it,” he insisted proudly, making you roll your eyes in endearment. “So you can expect me to be home tomorrow evening, young lady. And Sunday we’ll do our thing and watch some movies, maybe even do one of those face masks you’ve been ranting about the last few days.”

“Yeah? You really want to do one of the face masks?”

“Of course! Who doesn’t love a good face mask?”

“Oh, I can think of one person, who doesn’t,” you hummed, laughing when Hoseok started guessing again about who this Jonathan was.

You really wanted to tell him about Jin and everything that was happening here, but you knew that the relationship between you and Jin still was on very thin ice and there was no need to jeopardize that with gossiping.

“So is there really no other news, babe? How long has it been since you went a week without any drama? Must be nice, huh? What are you using all that saved up energy on instead?”

Biting your lip in annoyance at how he seemed to know just what to ask, you scolded yourself for not telling him about the job application earlier. Jimin already knew, and you told Jin about it the other night because you had been a nervous wreck after the deadline had come and gone without any news from the professor.

Slaving through the hours at the café, what had really kept you going was the idea of getting to work with something that you actually found interesting instead, but it had been complete silence from the professor. Groaning when you thought about it once more, you poured yourself a cup of the fresh coffee and went to living room to bundle yourself up on the couch.

“No more news, no. But I did forgot to tell you that I applied for a job at one of the laboratories on campus a few weeks ago and the deadline for applying was this Monday and I still haven’t heard anything,” you sighed, quickly running him through the details.

“Well that sounds amazing, but you do realize that they need time to sort through the applications as well, right? Give them some more time before you give up,” he offered encouragingly, and you could hear the smile in his voice as he did so.

“You’re right, Seokie. Thank you.”

“Of course. Alright, I have to go help mom with the breakfast. But I’ll see you Saturday evening, yeah? Bye, babe!”, he called out before disconnecting the line before you even had time to return the goodbye. Removing the phone from your ear with a slight chuckle, you set down the phone next to you and dedicated your full attention to the coffee in your hands.

A few minutes later, Jin’s figure shuffled into the living room with a yawn.

“Morning,” you offered hesitantly, not sure where you were with each other after last night, but when he turned and gave you a sweet smile and melodic greeting back, your worries melted away.

As he joined you on the couch with his own coffee, you sat in silence for a few moments as the tension made the air around you thick and hard to breath.

“So,” you trailed off, offering Jin a hesitant smile. “I know you don’t want to talk about yesterday, but I think maybe we should. At least just to clear the air.”

He nodded slowly in agreement, though his eyes never rose to meet yours. He did however shift a little in his seat to rest his arm comfortable on your thigh between the two of you.

When he didn’t speak, you took it upon yourself to break the ice.

“You were right to call me out on the way I’ve been acting towards you,” you started, feeling your hands get slightly clammy. Despite how much more comfortable you had gotten with each other, this was still something you felt like wouldn’t work with Jin. Talking honestly about how you felt. Talking out an argument. But you were willing to give it a chance. “And as I said last night, I am sorry. But I feel like something triggered you yesterday. And you don’t have to tell me exactly what it was, but would you like to talk about it a bit?”

As your voice died out, the room fell back into silence as the man next to you did nothing to respond to your words. But you saw the way his jaw clenched and the furrowing of his brows. He was clearly still affected.

“Listen, you don’t have to tell me everything, but please let me in a little,” you pleaded with him, not missing the way his eyes briefly shifted towards yours. “I don’t want to upset you like that again, but in order to avoid that I need to understand what happened. This is how a friendship works, Jin. You share stuff with each other and do your best to understand the other person.”

“Why are you getting all shrink-y with me? I’m fine now. There is no need to analyze it,” Jin laughed nervously as he patted your thigh in an effort to reassure you.

“I’m not getting shrink-y,” you argued, fighting back the urge to roll your eyes. “I just want to help.”

“Y/n, I’m fine,” he laughed, finally looking you in the eye with a strained smile. “We talked it out yesterday.”

“No, Jin. We didn’t. You went your room-“

“Yes, and you followed me and then we slept. I don’t understand why it’s so important to you to talk about this,” he groaned with an eyeroll, making your blood simmer.

“Because something I did triggered you enough for you to start crying in the middle of an argument, and I need to know what it was, so I won’t do it again,” you insisted through clenched teeth, putting your cup down on the table and turning towards him with your arms crossed.

“Jesus, Y/n. I did not cry, alright! And even if I did, we are not talking about it. So quit it!”, he exclaimed in a defensive tone, mirroring your crossed arms, and meeting your eyes in defiance.

“Fine!”, you yelled, matching his volume and glaring at him in annoyance. “If you don’t want to talk about that, will you at least tell me why you’re not home with your parents this week? Cause I’m not buying your excuse about not wanting to go home.”

“Are you serious right now? Just let it go, will you?”, he groaned, getting up from the couch and walking away.

“And now you’re leaving again? Are you serious, Jin? If we’re going to make this relationship work, you need to work with me!”, you exclaimed in frustration, only realizing the word you’d used after it slipped your lips, causing you to widen your eyes in surprise and Jin to turn towards you again with equally wide eyes and an amused smile lurking in the corner of his mouth.

“What did you just say?”

“Relationship,” you repeated firmly, not shying away from his scrutinizing eyes or backing down when he stepped closed. “A friendship is just as much of a relationship as a romantic one is.”

Though that was true, you were fairly sure that he knew you were just using it as an excuse right now.

“Is that so?”, he hummed with a smirk and a cocky lift of an eyebrow, chuckling lowly when he saw the slight blush color your cheekbones. Closing the remaining space between you with a single step, he leaned down, so his mouth was hovering just behind your ear. “And are we sure that what’s happening here is just a friendship?”, he spoke in a hushed tone, causing shivers to appear where his warm breath met your skin. He ran his arm along yours and softly grabbed hold of your hand, gingerly intertwining your fingers with his, before pulling back to meet your eyes. “Are we?” he asked again, with the same cocky tone he always used on girls he wanted to get with.

It made your breath hitch and your heart start pounding, but when he met your eyes you noticed something.

His eyes were different from that first night you had shared.

Despite the complete power display, he had going on now, his eyes were soft and pleading, filled with adoration and not a hint of lust to be found.

Keeping his hold on your one hand, he slowly lifted his other hand to your face, letting his index finger carefully trace your jawline and tilting your face towards his with an assured smile.

“I thought we agreed on no flirting?”, you asked breathlessly, never breaking eye-contact, but almost losing your senses when you felt his breath on your face when he answered.

“Who says I’m flirting? Maybe I just felt like kissing you.”

Blinking in astonishment as you absorbed his words, you cocked your head slightly and sent him a small smile.

“Do you?”

Smiling at your question, he nodded his head softly and leaned forward to rest his forehead on yours.

“Can I?”

Feeling your breath getting caught in your throat all you could do was nod as your eyes were held captured by his.

Closing the distance between you, he placed the softest kiss upon your lips. Barely more than a peck, but enough to make both of you sigh in content.

Nudging him with your nose, you begged for one more as you lifted yourself on your toes to connect your lips once again, this time with an urgency you hadn’t realized you were feeling. Feeling Jin smile into the kiss, made your heart flutter as you withdrew from the kiss with a giggle, reaching up to cover your mouth with your hand as the giggles bubbled out of you, earning you a fond grin from the man in front of you.

“I can’t believe we just kissed,” you giggled with sparkling eyes.

“Wanna do it again?”, he teased, as he leaned in again, only for you to softly push him back.

“No, wait. This isn’t gonna work,” you spoke in sudden seriousness, eyebrows now furrowed in worry. “Jin, we’re not even supposed to like each other. All we ever do is fight and you’re not even supposed to be here and in theory this never happened and I-“

“Hey, calm down, Y/n,” Jin shushed with an enamored smile. “No need to get carried away. It was just a kiss. And we don’t have to decide on anything right now. We still have two days before the others come home.”

“Yes, but then what, Jin? You don’t want them to know why you’re here, and there is no way to explain this without telling them that,” you reasoned, your mind now working on overdrive to process what was happening and what consequences it would birth. “And by the way, I think I’m entitled to an explanation on that now.”

Chuckling nervously, he pulled you into a hug and caressed your back soothingly.

Dammit. You were right, he realized. He really hadn’t thought this through.

“Can we at least just relax and enjoy it today? There is really no idea in panicking until at least tomorrow,” he argued, trying to sound like he had a plan, when in reality he was freaking out.

Why the hell did he kiss you? Yes, he did want it and he didn’t regret it, but what now? You were right. There was no way this would ever work. What had he been thinking?

“I am not sleeping with you again, just because we kissed, Jin,” you scoffed with an eyeroll as you pulled yourself out of his embrace. “Especially not when you’re still not being honest with me.”

“Are you seriously using sex as bait now?”, Jin laughed in disbelief, making you squint your eyes at him and shake your head in amazement at his comment.

“No, Jin. I am not using sex as bait. I am telling you, that I won’t sleep with you again. This is never going to work anyway,” you stressed, stepping even further away from him and crossing your arms in front of you.

“We already kissed!”, Jin exclaimed in exasperation. “Hell, we even had sex. Why are you freaking out about a kiss?”

“Because I wasn’t planning on this, Jin! I didn’t plan on this whole mess to happen between us and effect all the others as well. I didn’t plan on you being here this week, and I didn’t know we would end up actually enjoying each other’s company. And I definitely didn’t plan on you kissing me! Why do you think I wanted the house to be a sexless and non-flirty zone? You flirt with anything that moves, Jin! And you don’t even care! I wasn’t going to let you charm me. And then somehow you managed to do it anyway without any flirting. I wasn’t planning on falling for you, because I know you would never care! So yes, I am freaking out about a kiss and I think I’m entitled to do so!”

You were close to tears in pure frustration and your breathing had gotten out of control, as you defiantly stared him down. You wouldn’t let him toy with you anymore. He wasn’t worth it.

“How can you even say that? You really think, I wouldn’t care?”, he whispered in disbelief, taking in your angry stance and hurt eyes. “After everything that happened this week, you really think I don’t care? Why do you think, I avoided you after we slept together? Cause it’s not because I hate you, I’ll tell you that much!”

“Oh, get off your high horse, Jin! Don’t act like you actually care! You just want me to sleep with you again, so you can hang on to your pathetic title of the only one everyone comes back to seconds for!”, you shouted at him, the tears now pressing on your vocal cords. “I am not going to be another one of your second rounds.”

Your voice broke as you stared him down, refusing to step down even as the tears blurred your vision.

There was no answer and as the silence stretched between you, he felt utterly lost. He had no idea how to make things better, how to make you believe him, how to fix this.

“This is not happening, Jin,” you sighed, when the silence had gotten almost deafening, turning around to hide yourself in Hoseok’s room. All you wanted was silence and preferable a hug from your best friend.

“I didn’t go home, because I got kicked out by my parents,” Jin blurted out in a panicked voice before he even realized what he was doing. “I’m not welcome in my own childhood home. Which sucks, cause I borrowed a book from Namjoon last time I was there, and now he’s asking for it and I have no way of getting it back,” he laughed cynically, keeping his eyes trained on the floor in front of him, too scared to check if you were still in the room or if you had actually left him alone.

“Which book?”

Your voice was flat and devoid of feeling, but it was still your voice and it evoked a feeling of hope in Jin’s heart.

“The Nix.”

“That’s a good book.”

Your words hung in the air between you. Like a peace offering waiting to be accepted, though in this moment it wasn’t clear who had offered it.

“I’m not at Hoseok’s because my parents aren’t going be there and it hurts too much doing the traditional stuff without them.”

Your words caused Jin’s head to snap up and find you standing aimlessly in the middle of the living room. He had overheard some of the conversations between you and Hoseok and he knew about the rumors going around on campus about what had happened to your parents, but he never actually heard you talk about it and Hoseok always said it wasn’t his story to tell.

Maybe the two of you had more in common than he had thought.

His mind was a chaos of questions, but there seemed to be an understanding between you to not dig any deeper than these confessions, so instead of asking any of them he simply walked up and enveloped you in a hug.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to hurt you. However you want to handle this, I’ll support it,” he mumbled against your hair, before pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Wanna go to bed?”

“It’s not even noon yet, Jin,” you chuckled in a flat voice, though it calmed you down having Jin’s arms around you.

“We don’t have to sleep. We can just cuddle. Maybe nap,” he offered with a gentle smile, as he reached up to wipe a stray tear from your cheek and cradle your head closer to his chest in the process.

“I could use a nap,” you agreed, letting him lead you back into his bedroom, where your sweatshirt was still lying on the floor as a reminder of how little time had passed since this morning.

You spent the entire day in bed, drifting in and out of sleep, enveloped in each other’s arms, sharing kisses and cuddles, lazy compliments and sleepy smiles. When you got hungry, Jin cooked the both of you some food and brought it back to the room, where you both ate from the same plate, silently enjoying the food and each other.

Not once did any of you mention the subject of tomorrow. Too afraid of breaking the bubble around you, you tiptoed around the sensitive subjects and made sure to only touch upon safe areas.

But as nighttime rolled around and you were both too rested from a day of napping to sleep, the inevitable question got impossible to ignore.

“What do you want to do, flower?”, Jin whispered against your temple, as you lay cuddled against his side, one leg thrown over his and your arm draped across his stomach.

“I don’t know. I don’t want to do anything. This sucks,” you sighed, pouting as you pressed yourself closer to his side. “We don’t even know what this is yet and now we just have to end it.”

“No one says we have to end it,” he reminded you softly as he ran his fingers through your hair. “We just have to act like we don’t like each other again and then work up towards where we are now. Like when we’re with the others. But when we’re alone, we can still be like this.”

“But how would that even work, Jin? We hated each other before. I don’t think I can go back to that,” you sighed, recalling some of the arguments you had had over the past few weeks.

“I never hated you. I just found you infuriating,” he chuckled, which turned into a loud laugh when you smacked his chest.

“Well, I found you absolutely impossible and I really did hate how you treated me,” you reminded him. “I’m serious, Jinnie. I’m really not sure, I can go back to that.”

You pushed yourself up from his chest and lay down next to him instead, propping your head on your hand as you looked down at him.

“It’s either that or we give up now,” he reminded you with a gloomy voice, offering you an apologetic smile as he reached up to push some hair behind your ear.

You both knew there was another solution, but you didn’t dare bring it up to him. If he wasn’t comfortable telling his housemates about his family situation, then you weren’t going to push him. You had promised him to keep it a secret and you weren’t going to break that promise.

Though it would solve everything.

“Alright, fine,” you sighed, smiling fondly when he leaned in to press a kiss to your cheek in gratitude. “We’ll stick with the plan from before all of this and act like this week never happened,” you declared, though the dread was already heavy in your stomach. There was no way this was going to end well.

Waking up the next morning, you were once more met with the interior of Jin’s room, though you felt the dark clouds over your heart the second you opened your eyes.

Hoseok would get home today.

You would have to lie to your best friend.

For him. For Jin. Was he worth it?

As if on cue the man in question reached out and pulled you towards him entangling his legs with yours under the blanket.

“I can hear your brain panicking, flower,” he mumbled sleepily against your hair as his arms snaked around your waist, pulling you even closer in his embrace. “Relax. Hoseok isn’t going to be home until tonight. And we’ll just tell him that I went home early. He won’t question it.”

“I don’t like lying to him, Jin. I really hate it,” you groaned, biting your lip as the concern overtook your actions.

“Hey, come here,” he whispered, turning you around to face him. “Don’t bite your lip. It will just start bleeding,” he tutted, tapping your bottom lip with his finger, making you blush in embarrassment. “Look, I know you don’t like it, but it won’t be for long, alright? It took us a week to get here, so we won’t need more than maybe two weeks of this show before we’re back here, yeah?”

Allowing his words to comfort you, you leaned into his touch with a nod and let his hands caress you in all the right places for your mind to let go of the worry.

When you emerged from his room an hour later, it was hand in hand and lazily trotting towards the kitchen with Jin’s voice promising you a delicious breakfast and fresh coffee.

While he got started on the food, you went to search for your phone which you were fairly sure you’d left in the living room the day before.

Immediately spotting it on the couch, you happily reached for it and unlocked it while walking back to the kitchen, scrolling through all the missed notifications.

Clicking on your conversation with Hoseok first, you found 7 unread messages from him and 4 missed calls.

“Jinnie, Hoseok wrote me,” you spoke in a small voice, making Jin turn towards you from the stove. “He already left his parents place this morning. He’ll be here in less than 30 min.”

Meeting Jin’s shocked features, you knew they provided a perfect mirror for your own face at the moment.

“Okay, so it will be a bit sooner than we thought, but that’s okay, Y/n. We know what to do,” he reminded you, abandoning the stove to pull you into a tight embrace. “It’s okay. We can do this. Do you still want breakfast?”, he asked in a worried tone, pulling back to take in your already clouded feature.

“No, please just give me some coffee. I’ll just…” you trailed off, looking around the kitchen where you had shared so many happy hours with him in the last week. It didn’t feel like your space in anymore. Like it had already expelled you. Even Jin’s red speaker in the window suddenly seemed foreign to you. “I don’t know what I’ll do.”

“Just wait here for the coffee, will you? Just stay with me until it’s done,” he pleaded with you, sensing the inevitable in the air as well.

“Of course,” you answered, reaching up to cup his cheek with your hand, sending him a reassuring smile in the process.

While the coffee brewed you stayed glued to his side, not even stepping back when he turned back to the stove to cook some breakfast despite you declining it.

When he held the coffee cup out for you, your heart was pounding and you had to force yourself to accept it, fighting back the clump in your throat, when you thanked him with a strained smile.

“I’m gonna go to my room. Just in case he comes home earlier. But please eat something, flower,” he spoke softly, leaning down to press a sweet kiss to your lips before turning around and walking out of the kitchen, leaving you alone.

The 10 minutes that passed from Jin leaving you in the kitchen to Hoseok stepping through the front door felt like an eternity to you as each tick of the clock reminded you of the upcoming challenge.

“Babe? I’m home,” Hoseok yelled out as he stepped through the door, immediately calling out for you like he always did.

“In here, Seokie,” you answered with a strained smile from the kitchen, though the second your eyes fell on your best friend you couldn’t help but grin at him. He looked so happy to see you and you really had missed him like crazy.

“Hi Y/n,” he hummed as he threw his bags on the floor and walked up to give you a bone-crushing hug, humming in content when he heard you giggle in response. “Man, I’ve missed you. Teasing my sister just isn’t the same without you.”

“I’m sure, you did just fine without me, Seok,” you chuckled as you returned the hug.

“So? How did everything go? The house is still intact I see,” he teased, making you scoff in feigned annoyance at him. “And where is this Jonathan fellow? Do I get to meet him?”

“Unfortunately, he already went home,” you grinned at him. “Is that why you came home earlier? You were hoping to meet him?”

“If that was the case, I wouldn’t have written you that I was coming home,” he answered knowingly, as he tickled your sides lightly making you shriek out a laugh. “No, I came home because I missed you, and I didn’t want you to be alone today.”

“Seokie, I’m fine,” you reassured him, pulling back to send him a smile as you reached for your coffee again.

“Hmm. Sure, then why have you only been calling me Seokie, since I stepped through the door?”

He cocked his head slightly and gave you a concerned one over, before his eyes met yours again, just in time to catch you rolling your eyes at him.

“I just like the sound of it, Hobi. Trust me, I’m fine, okay?”, you chuckled, though your hands had gotten clammy at his comment. You should have been more careful with the names. He really was a bit too attentive.

“Alright,” he hummed, though he didn’t seem too convinced. “So, tell me about Jonathan! How often did you see him?”

Chuckling at your best friend’s excitement on the prospect of dating news, you figured it couldn’t hurt to play along. Really it was a small lie in comparison with the other.

“Actually, he stayed here the entire week,” you giggled, feeling your cheeks flush at Hoseok’s excited screech.

“Miss Y/n Y/l/n, I never thought this day would come!”, he giggled like a schoolgirl, making you shrug your shoulders with a grin. “Is he treating you right? I need to meet him to make sure he’s right for you,” he declared with a sudden seriousness to his voice and a stern look.

“Hobi, he’s sweet and caring. You really don’t have to worry,” you laughed at him, making him snap back into his bubbly self.

“And how is he in bed?”, he asked, wiggling his eyebrows knowingly.

“Oh no, I’m not sharing that with you, Hobi. If this turns into a real thing, I don’t need you knowing that,” you chuckled, snorting out a loud laugh at his insulted look.

“You find yourself a man, start dating him and then you won’t even introduce this Jonathan-dude to me? I am insulted, Y/n,” he teased, though his eyes sparkled in glee.

“Who’s Jonathan?”, Jin’s voice interrupted, making both you and Hoseok turn around to find Jin leaning against the doorframe with an annoyingly uninterested look on his face.

Showtime.

“Hey man, when did you get back?”, Hoseok asked with a wide smile.

“Just got back this morning,” he shrugged, not even bothering to look at you. Damn, this was going to be harder than you had thought. “Who’s Jonathan?”, he repeated.

��Y/n’s new man. Apparently, he’s been staying here with her the entire week,” Hoseok shared excitedly, too happy for you to be bothered with Jin’s moody self.

“She stayed here the entire week?”, he asked with a cocked eyebrow and a tint of disgust on his face. “With some random guy? I hope you’re going wash the sheets before going to bed tonight, Hoseok. You never know what they might have been carrying.”

Jaw dropping in pure shock, your mind had a hard time catching up to the situation unfolding in front of you. You knew the deal had been to go back to how things had been, but you had still hoped for at least a less annoying version of him, and instead you got this.

“You are unbelievable, Jin. You really are.” Your voice was icy, and your stare was nothing short of murderous.

“Jin, just quit it, will you? Why do you insist on being such an ass?”, Hoseok sighed in exasperation at his friend, who still looked utterly unimpressed.

“Just let it go, Hobi. I don’t care. He’s not worth it,” you interjected, starring Jin down while doing so. “Let’s just go to your room and let Jin have the rest of the house so his ego has enough space to unfold.”

Pushing Hoseok in front of you, you sent Jin another deadly glare, catching him mouthing an apology with pleading eyes before he disappeared out of sight.

As you pushed Hoseok into his room, you caught sight of the book, you had pulled out of your bag the previous day and placed on the desk.

Just the sight of it made your blood boil.

Giving Hoseok a quick excuse about using the bathroom, you grabbed the book off the table and crossed the hallway in long strides, throwing open Jin’s bedroom door and finding him sitting on the edge of his bed with a broken look on his face.

The second you stepped through the door, he got up to walk towards you. He felt terrible for what he had said, and he wanted to apologize, but before he could get a word out, you beat him to it.

“You fucking asshole!”, you whisper-yelled, as you threw the book at Jin’s surprised face only missing him by a few centimeters and hitting the wall behind him. “You’re such an idiot. This is what I get for keeping your secret for you? This is your way of saying thanks?”

“You were the one who said to act like it never happened?”, he countered with an annoyed look on his face, crossing his arms in front of him suddenly not feeling too bad about his word choice.

“Yes, but I didn’t tell you to go back to treating me like absolute scum! How the hell could you think that was okay?”

“Oh, come on! You should know by now, that I don’t mean any of it,” he laughed in disbelief, reaching out to pull you into a hug only to have you push away his hands.

“Oh, really? That’s your counterargument, Jin? Are you serious right now?” If it hadn’t been for Hoseok’s presence in the house, you would have been screaming at him by now, but you had to continue arguing in hushed voices. “The only reason we had to do this, is because you don’t want to come clean to your housemates, Jin! I agreed to lie to my best friend for you and this is how you repay me?”

“Are you blaming me for this?”, he asked in disbelief, though he couldn’t fight down the guilt squeezing his heart.

“Yes, Jin! I am! I blame you! You lured me in with your caring words and you pretend domestic aura and then you turn around and treat me like this? Wake up! This is all on you!”, you argue with eyes widened in anger and disbelief at his arguments.

“Oh, stop playing so holy,” he scoffed at you, almost losing his breath from the guilt tearing in his chest. “You agreed to this! I didn’t do anything wrong.”

Snorting out a laugh of disbelief, you could do nothing but stare at him with utter disgust on your face, making him visibly shrink back in front of you.

“You are by far the biggest dick I have ever met in my life, Jin, and only in the wrong ways! You act like you own the entire world, you manipulate and deceive the people around you and then whine about people not liking you. I’ve seen you actually act like a human being this week and you know what? I really liked that Jin. But this,” you gestured to him with angry movements. “I want no part in this Jin. This is over! And I really mean that, in case you weren’t sure.”

As you slammed the door behind you on your way out, Jin deflated in on himself as your words echoed through his head. Casting down his eye in defeat, he caught sight of the book you had thrown.

There is was, staring back at him from the floor with its condemning cover.

The Nix.

E/N: Here we are, my loves. This was a long one, but I couldn’t find a fitting place to break it up. There is a lot going on here! What do you think? Would you had played along with Jin, knowing that he would be treating you well when you were alone? Or do you agree with Reader? Let me know your thoughts!

// part xii //

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Does Your Mother Know

A/N: Peter is 18 in this, nothing inappropriate. Age gap. You’re like 25, he’s 18. Also yes I got the inspiration while watching Mamma Mia.

Pairing: Peter x reader

Even though the Avengers now had an upstate facility you were staying at the tower for the time being. You were working on your masters degree in neuroscience at Columbia, so Stark offered an available room in the tower, of which you were grateful. You had cringed at the thought of having to take a car into the city for your classes every other day but Tony hadn’t thought twice about setting you up at the tower, claiming you could keep a watchful eye on everything.

What you didn’t know, what Tony conveniently forgot to tell you was that Peter was also staying in the tower. He started his freshmen year at NYU for Biophysics. It’s not that you had a problem with Peter, not at all. You had known him since he was 15 and Stark recruited his help at the airport in Germany, but Peter had developed a bit of a crush on you. Which more than weirded you out. He was only seven years younger than you but the thought of dating an 18 year old made you balk, it felt wrong.

Most times you could steer clear of Peter, claiming you had research to do (which wasn’t completely untrue) or saying that you were going out with your friends when really you were hiding at your friends apartment, avoiding him. After the tenth visit to your friends apartment she officially banned you for your own good. And she was right. You just had to tell Peter you weren’t interested in him like that, it should be easy.

The next morning you readied yourself to talk to him. Practiced phrases over and over in your head until they sounded right. You wanted to let him down gently, he was still your friend after all. And you wanted to make it perfectly clear that this didn’t have to mean the end of your friendship, you could move past this amicably. All of those thoughts left your mind when you walked into the kitchen to see Peter chugging a glass of water.

Your mouth went dry. He was only wearing a pair of gym shorts slung lowly on his hips, giving your eyes the perfect chance to glimpse the v that was prominent. You also got a very close look at his abs which were, um, impressive to say the least. You maneuvered your way around him to get a coffee mug and start making your brew for the day, your mind now muddled. He refilled his glass once more and then gently pressed his hand against your lower back before moving behind you, “I’m just gonna sneak by you.” His voice husked in your ear.

You’re so hot, teasing me. So you’re blue but I can’t take a chance on a kid like you. It’s somethin’ I couldn’t do.

You coughed to cover up the shock as you filled your mug with coffee. You didn’t bother to say anything, much less risk a glance in his direction, as you added milk and sugar to your drink. You knew what he was playing at, you just shook your head and laughed before turning around to go back to your room, conversation be damned.

But like the dutiful enhanced human he was, he was in front of you in a second, blocking your path with his lithe but toned body. He leaned against the wall casually, like he had done this hundreds of times.

“Don’t I get a ‘good morning’?” Peter asked jokingly, cocking his head to the side. You could see mirth in those chocolate eyes of his and you wanted nothing more than to wipe the expression off of his face. You just rolled your eyes as you walked around him, giving his half naked body a wide berth.

There’s that look, in your eyes. I can read in your face that your feelings are driving you wild. Oh but boy you’re only a child.

You had been around the block enough times to know what that expression meant on a guy. Hell, you had given that expression yourself once or twice, enough times to know that nothing good, or rational, ever followed. You were saving the both of you an even more awkward conversation than the one you had actually worked out in your mind.

“Good Morning Peter.” You responded in a singsong tone as you walked back to your room, hot coffee in hand. You could hear his resounding chuckle as you closed your door and prepared for the day.

An hour later, as you were preparing to leave for class you got a text from the Iron Man himself.

Stopping by later today for a little get together. Nothing major, just a few friends. Tell Pete

You rolled your eyes as you typed your response. For Tony, “little get together” meant the whole damn team. Here. In your apartment. You made sure to have a cleaning crew come by the tidy up while you were out. You were about to send a text to Peter when you literally ran into him while going to the elevator.

He caught you, hands gently but firmly pressed against your shoulders as he helped you right yourself.

“Woah, where’s the fire?” He questioned, warm brown eyes meeting your own.

“Class, and then back early because apparently we’re having company tonight.” You explained to him as the elevator opened and you both walked inside. Peter was standing closer to you than usual but not close enough for you to comment on it so you let it slide, for now anyway. You had enough to deal with.

That night you had come back to the tower at 6pm sharp. You were thankful that the cleaning crew was gone and left the place looking spotless. You had two hours to go before Tony and whoever else arrived so you took the time to relax and unwind. You played music as you took a shower and tried to pick out something to wear. You weren’t sure what you were in the mood for until you saw the perfect dress.

It was a button down shirt dress that stopped mid thigh. The best part was that it was in royal blue, Peter’s favorite color. Just because you didn’t want to date him didn’t mean you couldn’t have fun. He sure had a hell of a good time teasing you this morning. It was time to give him a taste of his own medicine. You grabbed a deep tan belt to wrap around your waist and didn’t bother to do much with your hair. You painted your lips a deep cherry color before adding small diamond studs to your ears. You looked at the clock and it read 7:55, perfect timing.

You came into the main area where Peter was sitting on the couch wearing a striped button down of his own and dark wash jeans. He stood at attention when you walked into the room and you could feel his eyes roam over your body. You gave him a coy smile and fluttered your lashes before the elevator door opened. Tony spilled out along with the team each carrying an assortment of food and drinks.

Rolling your eyes you made your way over to Tony who was already directing where everyone should place the numerous pizza boxes and different cases of beer, hard cider, spiked seltzer, and other kinds of mixed drinks. Honestly, after the week you had, you were more than grateful for this but you would never let Tony know that.

“I thought you said a ‘little’ get together.” You said, a twinge of a whine in your voice.

Tony smiled as he threw an arm over your shoulder and gestured at the team, “There’s only like what, 12 people here. Relax.” He pressed a kiss into your hair before going off and grabbing a slice of pepperoni from Nat.

You were happy to watch the lovely chaos unfold before you but then Bucky was walking towards you, a hard cider in his hand.

“Ugh you’re the best I love you.” You moaned to your best friend as you opened the can and took a generous swig. Bucky was your best friend on the team and even though you were glad to be living in the city and thus close to campus, you were bummed that it meant you couldn’t see Bucky as much.

“Careful sweetheart, don’t let Pete overhear ya.” Bucky teased, opening a beer for himself. You shook your head at his antics, because he knew how much it was on your mind. You, of course, had told him about it and he, being very unhelpful, told you that you could probably stand to get laid.

“You know what, I take it back, I hate you.” You replied before going into the kitchen closet and pulling out a cooler. Bucky helped you load it up with ice before you took it to where the alcohol was. Bucky made some lame ass excuse about checking in on Steve as Peter headed in your direction. You silently cursed him as he walked away.

“Mind if I take a beer?” Peter asked, gesturing to the brews in the cooler.

“Aren’t you a little young Pete?” You teased, reaching inside to get him one anyway.

“I’m old enough.” He replied brazenly before taking the beer from your hands, letting his fingers brush up against yours.

Well I can dance with ya honey, if you think it’s funny, but does your mother know that you’re out?

Fine, two could play at this game. You, having finished your cider alarmingly fast, reached down for a spiked seltzer this time, fully aware of Peter’s eyes on you the whole time.

“It’s getting a little warm in here don’t you think?” You questioned, as you lifted the cool can and pressed it against the column of your throat, moaning a little bit as you did so. Peter’s Adam's apple bobbed in his throat as he watched you slide the aluminum across your skin and the trail of condensation it left behind.

You took that feeling of satisfaction with you all the way to the couch where everyone else was chatting about their latest missions.

“Ugh I wish I could be on missions with you guys, getting a masters is hard.”

“But the work you’re doing is literally groundbreaking. I would argue that it’s more important than what we do on the field.” Steve replied, ready to cheer you up, and you were glad for it.

“I agree, I think you’re doing great work.” Peter said casually, as he sat in the vacant spot next to you, opposite Sam.

“Hey Pete, how’s freshmen year going? Meet any cute girls?” Sam teased and you internally groaned. You wanted to smack Sam. He knew what he was doing.

“The girls at school don’t really interest me,” Peter began, placing a hand on your bare knee and rubbing his thumb back and forth across your skin, “I’m into someone else.”

“Oh yeah.” Bucky teased, eyes narrowing in on Peter’s hand. “What about you doll? You into anyone right now?” Oh you could kill him. You could murder Bucky and you’re pretty sure nobody would stop you.

“Well...there is someone.” You started, at this Peter’s hand stilled, waiting for your reply.

I can chat with ya maybe, flirt a little baby, but does your mother know that you’re out?

“Really?” Peter choked next to you.

“Mhm,” you started, “But I don’t know if I should give him a shot or not?”

“And why’s that?” Bucky asked, knowing damn well what you were doing. You gave a small smile before you answered.

“I need someone...with experience in certain things. And he's younger, so I don’t know if he’s qualified for the job. If you know what I mean.” You responded, letting the implication of your words hang in the air.

Bucky choked on his beer and Peter removed his hand from your leg all together. You smiled. That should buy you some space, or so you thought. Twenty minutes had passed before you got up to use the bathroom. The team hardly noticed, they had picked a movie to watch and everyone seemed pretty glued to the TV. There was only an acknowledgement from Bucky to bring him another beer when you got back.

You checked your phone in the bathroom and gave yourself a once over in the mirror before you planned to head back out. The only problem was that when you opened the door, a very determined looking Peter was standing on the other side of it.

“Can we talk?” He asked, voice soft. You conceded and he walked into the bathroom with you before you closed the door again. You turned around to find him staring at you, brown eyes now a liquid amber shade. You didn’t say a word as he moved towards you until your back was pressed against the bathroom wall. He brought a hand up to rest it over your shoulder, pressed against the wall.

“What are you doing?” You asked, gaze locking with his.

“I think you know.” Was all he said in response, as he leaned in closer to you. You just shook your head as you rested your hands on the planes of his chest and then ran them up to rest on his shoulders.

“What do you want Peter?” You asked again.

“I want you. I want to kiss you.” He admitted. And maybe it was his honesty, maybe it was because you had been teasing each other all day, or maybe it was because you hadn’t had more than one drink in a while, but mostly it was because you wanted to see how far he was willing to take this, so you said, “then do it.”

He pressed his lips to yours in a gentle, if not unsure, kiss. But you were having none of it. You made up your mind and you were done with his teasing. If he wanted to kiss then you were going to give him the kiss of a lifetime. You threaded your fingers through his hair and pressed your body against his own as you deepened the kiss. You felt his arms wrap around your waist and you moaned your appreciation against his lips.

You gently coaxed his mouth open with your tongue and wasted no time in exploring every inch of him, enjoying the throaty moan that followed. You walked him backwards until he got the idea and sat on top of the toilet seat, with you in his lap. Your lips never left his as you undid the buttons on his shirt and started to kiss the newly exposed skin, appreciating the deep lipstick shade that marred his otherwise perfect complexion. You moved off of his lap as your hands found his belt buckle and began to undo it.

“Woah, are you sure?” He asked, his face flushed and hair mused from your hands.

Take it easy, better slow down boy, take it nice and slow. Does your mother know?

You cocked your head to one side and rested your hands on his upper thighs before you spoke.

“Isn’t this what you wanted? I can’t think of another reason why you keep teasing me.” You whispered in a husky voice, looking at him through your lashes. The picture of submission. Before he got to answer there was a knock at the bathroom door.

“Doll are you still in there? I wanted to make sure you weren’t dead.” Bucky called from the other side and you had to fight the giggle that made its way up your throat. Of course Bucky knew what was happening here. You pressed a finger to your lips for Peter to be quiet before you answered.

“I’m in the middle of something, I’ll be out in a minute.” You called back. You heard Bucky say something under his breath before you heard his footsteps recede back into the main room. Suddenly you got up from your knees and went in the mirror to wipe off your lipstick and fix your hair.

“Well, this was fun. Let’s do it again sometime.” You mused to a confused Peter who had a mixture of a shocked and frustrated look on his face.

“Wait, where are you going?” He asked as you unlocked the bathroom door and made for the hallway.

“To watch the movie with the team.” You said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “See ya out there.” You gave him a wink before you walked back into the main room and sat down next to Bucky who gave you a knowing smile. Peter came out five minutes later and took a spot on the floor next to Tony who asked him where the hell he’d been. Pete looked like a goldfish as his mouth opened and closed repeatedly, looking for something to say, before he came up with an excuse and Tony went back to watching the movie.

You were curled into Bucky’s side with his arm wrapped around you when you felt Peter’s eyes on you again, giving you a questioning look. You only gave him a smirk and a wink in return before turning your attention back to the movie.

Does your mother know, does your mother know that you’re out?

#peter parker x reader #peter x reader #mcu fanfic #avengers fanfic #song fanfic #peter parker x you

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invisibleanonymousmonsters · 6 years ago

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Each Coming Night

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky can’t stop hearing their song, even after she’s gone.

Requested by an anon

Word Count: 3,730 - One Shot

Warning: Angst, very sad, death

A/N: This is by no means a “song fic,” because I hate those. But when anon asked for this to be about their song, I had to pick something. So please don’t flood my asks with song fic requests. That’s not what this is.

“Wake up,” she whispered in his ear.

Back in the war, back when he was on the run from everyone, back when he was more of the Winter Soldier than he was Bucky, he would jolt awake from the sound of a needle dropping.

But when he started sharing a bed with her, he was out like a light. She made his body relax like it was her own superpower.

Now he tried not to smile as he refused to wake up just yet.

“Are you dead?” She whispered dramatically.

That did it. Bucky smirked, but kept his eyes closed.

“Why would I be dead?” He asked, eyes still closed. His voice was husky and raspy from sleep, not ready to be used quite yet.

“You’re just so god damn old,” she sassed. “And old people die in their sleep all the time.”

Without giving her any warning, Bucky flipped Y/N so she was no longer hovering over him, but now beneath him and caged between his arms.

“Old, huh?” He challenged.

She giggled, but refused to take it back.

He started tickling her.

Her laughter filled their bedroom.

But then it stopped so abruptly that it felt like someone had splashed ice cold water over him. Bucky’s eyes blinked and he was met with a silent bedroom.

He hated this moment more than anything. The moment where, for a second, he forgot she was gone. Then he had to remember. It was a pain that was indescribable.

Bucky sat up and couldn’t help but glance at the other side of the bed. The covers were still neatly tucked into the opposite side of the bed, hardly a wrinkle in sight.

He heard sounds coming from the kitchen and practically groaned. Steve was like a helicopter parent. He hardly left Bucky alone. The man practically moved in with him.

Bucky had demanded he give back the spare key, but Steve refused. Bucky threatened to change the locks and Steve just shrugged, mumbling that he’d just find another way in.

“You know normal people sleep in on Saturdays…” Bucky snapped as he walked into the kitchen.

Steve was happily making breakfast, bacon already done and eggs currently being scrambled.

“You sleep too much,” Steve pointed to him with the spatula.

Bucky glared at him and went for the coffee pot. “Everyone wouldn’t shut up about how much I didn’t sleep. Now all you do is talk about how much I do sleep. Which one is it, Steve?”

He wasn’t wrong. Before Y/N was a part of his life, nightmares plagued Bucky’s dreams. But after she died, all Bucky wanted to do was sleep.

Steve and Sam weren’t subtle about their concern.

“A normal 6-8 is what I want,” Steve informed him.

He was done being the unreasonably nice and passive best friend. Confrontation became his only choice. So Steve got bolder and bolder with his best friend.

Steve’s back was turned to Bucky as he cooked. But he waited for his friend to snap back. When only silence filled the room, Steve looked over his shoulder.

Bucky was staring into space.

It seemed he was hardly present these days.

“What is it?” Steve asked gently. He’d made a rule for himself: he’d never ask Bucky if he was OK. Because it was obvious to absolutely everyone that he wasn’t. Their fear was that he would settle with ‘not OK’ for the rest of his life.

Bucky’s eyes filled with tears, but they stayed in place. He refused to let them escape.

“I heard her laugh. Forgot what it sounded like. Then it just stopped, like pulling the needle off a record without hearing the scratch.”

Steve’s heart sunk at the confession. “There’s something else…”

“This – This song. She played it when we first started dating. I told her I liked it and she just – it always seemed to be playing from then on. I can’t get it out of my head.”

Will you say when I’m gone away

“Maybe you should listen to it again,” Steve suggested.

“No,” Bucky snapped. “I hate listening to music.”

“But Y/N loved it. Don’t know anyone who knows more songs and bands than she did.”

“All of it reminds me of her. I have a memory of her for every god damn song. Even if it’s something she hated, all I can think about is how she’d shut it off if she were still here.”

Steve was done cooking now and carefully placed a plate of food in front of Bucky. He leaned down and ate his own while standing. It was best to keep these conversations casual. The more they felt like an intervention, the angrier and more distant Bucky would get.

Bucky looked up at his best friend. He could tell he was thinking something, but couldn’t bring himself to verbalize it.

“What, Steve? Just fucking say what you want to say.”

“I…I just hope that one day her memory makes you happy again. You try so hard to shove her away, I’m worried about all the good stuff you’ll make yourself forget.”

Bucky frowned, knowing Steve had a good point.

They finished eating in silence.

“Sam’s birthday is tonight,” Steve announced as he put their dirty dishes in the sink.

“It is?” Bucky asked numbly.

Steve’s jaw flexed. “Yeah. I told you about it weeks ago, Buck.”

He sighed and rubbed his face. “I’m sorry. I’ll be there. I promise.”

Steve eyed him, not fully believing his best friend.

——————

Bucky was awkwardly sitting in the corner of the bar while his friends socialized like normal human beings. Why couldn’t he feel as normal as them?

“Jesus, you look as uncomfortable as I feel.” A voice said from his right.

Bucky looked up from his beer to see a beautiful girl smirking at him. She was wearing black jeans and a leopard tank top that was so tight on her it was practically her second skin.

But Bucky cleared his throat before he could make a fool of himself and creep her out.

“That obvious?”

She laughed, “I’m actually jealous how you can sit in a dark corner of a bar by yourself and no one will bother you.”

Bucky smirked and blushed a bit. “One of my so-called friends says I have a – what do you call it? Resting bitch face?”

She laughed at that and then quickly tried to hide it in fear of being rude. “Yes, that is the phrase. But I’d say it’s more of a resting murder face.”

“Ah, I see.” Bucky nodded his head slowly. She pointed to the empty bar stool to the right of him. “Do – Do you mind if I sit?”

His heart was hammering. Yes, Bucky would always have that special charm of his. He’d never quite get fully back to his old self. That charm was just harder to bring out these days.

But of all the girls he managed to woo back in the day, he can’t remember a single time when one had had hit on him and made the first move.

Bucky finally was able to nod his head and even pulled the stool out slightly for her.

“I’m Y/N, by the way,” she greeted and held out her hand. Bucky was taken aback by how much more gentlemanly she was than the majority of the men he witnessed in this time period.

Bucky’s magnetic grin managed to spread across his lips as he firmly shook her hand. “I’m Bucky. It’s nice to meet you.”

She immediately smiled. “So that’s why you looked so familiar…”

Bucky’s grin faltered a bit. Things usually didn’t end well when he got recognized.

“Why aren’t you with your friends?” She asked brightly, moving on to the next subject so quickly that she clearly didn’t give a damn about who he is…or was.

Bucky glanced at her to see that she was looking at Sam, Tony, Clint, and Natasha as they laughed on the other side of the bar.

“I…uhh…didn’t want to come. It’d upset them more if I didn’t, so I’m sitting over here until they let me go home.”

Y/N smiled and nodded, “I’ve been there.”

“Where are your friends?” He asked her, eyes glancing around.

“My best friend just started seeing this guy. He invited her out with all of his friends and she didn’t want to be the only girl. So she practically begged me to come with her. But she’s too in love to leave her boyfriend’s side. And his friends? They fucking suck.”

Bucky’s hand tightened on the beer as the idea of any guys possibly being rude or inappropriate with her.

“Then I saw you sitting over here and hoped I’d find someone to suffer with until I can go home without making her mad.”

“Buck? Hey, punk!”

Bucky snapped out of his thoughts. “Sorry, what?”

Steve sighed, knowing that look. “I asked if you wanted me to get you a drink.”

“Oh, ummm. Sure.”

Bucky glanced around at Sam’s birthday party. The bar was dive-y, but also warm and welcoming. It reminded him of the place they’d been at the night he met Y/N. That was why he’d been pulled so quickly into his memory, mentally leaving the present once again. Your face has faded but lingers on

“Stupid fucking song…” Bucky muttered with annoyance.

Steve walked back with two beers in his hand. When the two of them drank, it was mostly to fit in with their friends. Only Thor was able to get them actually drunk.

“That group of girls over there have been checking you out since you walked in,” Steve pointed out subtly, trying to hide his smirk before taking a sip of his beer.

Bucky didn’t even bother glancing over at them.

“Not interested?” Steve pushed.

Bucky sighed, “Give it up, Stevie.”

“It’s been almost 2 years, Buck. You gotta move on some time.”

Bucky finally met is his eyes with a glare. “No, I don’t.” ————

Bucky woke up with his head pounding. Thor had been in town. Steve had asked him not to give that damn mead to him. But when Bucky practically begged the demigod for it, Thor couldn’t bring himself to say no. He knew what it was like to suffer, to lose people he loved. If this was what Bucky’s escape was, who was he to deny the man?

Now Bucky was hungover. It felt strangely good to feel physically as shitty as he did emotionally and mentally.

But he cringed when he heard dishes clanking in his kitchen. He groaned and rolled out of bed. He didn’t bother putting a shirt on. He just walked into the kitchen to face his best friend.

“Can you keep it down?” He growled.

Steve turned around and he wasn’t amused.

Bucky looked around to see that Steve hadn’t been making breakfast. There wasn’t even coffee ready.

No, Steve had been cleaning up broken glass and ceramic.

Then last night came back to him.

Bucky had gotten drunk last night. Too drunk. Steve had to practically carry him home. When they finally made it to his apartment, Bucky picked a fight. It got aggressive. Bucky yelled at Steve to leave, started throwing things at him.

Steve just dodged all of it until Bucky tired himself out and practically crawled to his bed, forgetting that just 5 seconds ago he had been trying to kill his best friend with all of his kitchenware.

“I’m done,” Steve finally spat.

Bucky just watched him.

“I’m done watching you trying to ruin yourself. I can’t keep trying to make you want to live again. I miss her too. Do you ever think about that? And I know she was the love of your life. And I’m sorry she was taken from you. But I…I miss you. Because you haven’t been yourself since she died. This – This person I’m looking at now, I don’t know who he is. And Y/N wouldn’t recognize him.”

His words weren’t soft and careful. They were sharp and to the point. Steve truly was done.

“If things had happened the other way, if she lost you instead… Can you imagine being okay with her dealing with your death the way you have been dealing with her’s?”

Bucky couldn’t speak. He just stood their, taking in the guilt.

Steve grabbed something from the counter. It was Y/N’s iPod with her headphones wrapped around it neatly. He stepped forward and shoved it into Bucky’s chest.

“Listen to that song you can’t get out of your goddamn head,” Steve grunted. “There’s a reason it won’t go away.” Then Steve grabbed his jacket, throwing it on. “Come find me when you want to stop acting like you died along with her.”

And with that, Steve slammed Bucky’s apartment door behind him, rattling the entire place with his exit.

Bucky stared down at the iPod in his hand now.

People would tease Y/N for using the old piece technology as her method for listening to all of her music. But to Bucky, it was still decades more advanced than what he was used to.

He hadn’t even touched it since she had died.

But he knew Steve had a point, no matter how harsh his methods were.

Bucky’s hands shook as he unraveled the heads from around the thing and slowly made his way back to his bedroom. He had light-canceling curtains on all the windows. And honestly, he couldn’t remember the last time he opened them. His bedroom was always in darkness, making it impossible to know what time it was whenever he awoke.

Bucky sat on the floor, back resting against the foot of his bed.

Will you say when I’m gone away My lover came to me and we’d lay In rooms unfamiliar but until now, until now, until now —

Bucky was lounging on the couch, his head laying in her lap. They were both reading their separate books. There was some soft music playing in the living room.

He paused taking in the moment. He couldn’t remember another time where he was more relaxed or happier.

Then he looked up at Y/N, pausing his reading.

She felt his eyes on her. Without thinking, she put her book down and brushed some of his long, chestnut hair away from his face. “What? Why’re you looking at me like that?”

“I like the music you play,” he told her gently.

She smiled, taking it as the best kind of compliment. “I’m glad you like it.”

Then Bucky sat up slowly and pulled Y/N into his lap so she had no choice but to face him and straddle his waist. She automatically gripped his shoulders.

Bucky slowly pressed his forehead against her’s. “I love you, Y/N.”

It was the first time he’d ever spoke those words. But God knows he had realized months and months ago. He might even say he knew it the moment they first kissed.

He could feel Y/N holding their breath and her entire body tense.

“I know that might freak you out. And that no one has ever told you that before…but I do, Y/N. I love you.”

Y/N was now breathing heavily as she listened to him speak. Her eyes filled with tears.

She didn’t know what to say to him. So just nodded her head quickly before crashing her lips to his.

—

Will you say to them when I’m gone I love your son for his sturdy arms We both learned to cradle then live without, live without, live without —

Bucky stopped mid-step at the sight before him. The sun was finally peaking into his bedroom and a perfect elongated rectangle of daybreak was scattered across Y/N’s naked back.

She was still fast asleep, only a thin white sheet lingering on her waist to prevent her entire body from being exposed. She was so peaceful, so comfortable.

Bucky remembered how shy she used to be around him. She was bold in every other way, except in moments of such intimacy. She withdrew, tried to hide behind anything, whether it be her hands or darkness or the bed sheets.

It took time for Bucky to convince her how beautiful she was and to get her to feel it. He wanted her to look in the mirror and see what he saw.

That’s why the sight before him warmed his heart so much. To have her so vulnerable, yet so comfortable in his room, in his bed, in his presence.

Bucky slowly walked toward her side of the bed. He softly placed his coffee on the nightstand. Ever so carefully, he leaned down and placed a kiss on her lower back. Then he continued to trail kisses up her spine.

Y/N sighed, gradually coming out of her deep sleep.

“Is that coffee I smell?” she exhaled without opening her eyes.

“Yes, but it’s mine.” Bucky defended.

Then Y/N rolled over to face him and brought the sheet up under her arms. “How rude to wake me with the smell of coffee and then not share.”

“I’m pretty sure I woke you up without any help from the coffee,” Bucky replied cheekily.

Y/N playfully glared at him.

“I’d be willing to give it to you... for a price,” Bucky added.

“Oh, yeah. And what will that be?” She smirked.

Bucky shrugged, “Maybe a kiss.”

Without missing a beat, Y/N leaned lazily up a bit, wrapping a hand behind Bucky’s neck, and bringing him down to wrap him in a passionate kiss.

Bucky hums into the affection.

When they pull away, Bucky leans his forehead against her’s. “OK. You’ve won it.”

Y/N’s hands slide down his back and slip past the hem of his grey sweatpants. “I always win. But now I’m not interested in the coffee.”

— Will you say when I’m gone away Your father’s body was judgment day We both dove and rose to the riverside, riverside, riverside

—

The downpour had ruined their plans of going on a hike on the trails surrounding the Avengers’ compound.

So instead, they sat on the couch in Bucky’s room and had a movie marathon. They alternated between contemporary movies and movies from Bucky’s time.

Y/N was half asleep, cuddled in Bucky’s arms.

He had been trying to focus on the movies all day. But after coming back from yesterday’s mission, he couldn’t pay attention to anything but the dark thoughts.

Bucky had almost lost his life on the mission. He hadn’t told Y/N that. And threatened everyone on the team from not so much as mentioning it to her. It was just another reminder of his own mortality.

Death had never scared him before. There was even a time where he wished for it.

But now there was someone in his life. Someone who would be destroyed by his death. He had to keep going – if not her himself, for her.

“Doll…”

“Mhmm?” She mumbled.

“I gotta talk to you about something.”

The seriousness of his voice woke her up a bit and she turned to face him.

“Y/N…if something were to ever happen to me…”

Y/N’s eyes narrowed. “Buck, I don’t want to talk about this,” she cut him off.

“I know you don’t. But we have to.”

Y/N went silent.

“If something were to happen to me, Steve will take care of everything.”

“What do you mean?”

“Everything – all of my belongings and money – will be left to you.”

Y/N sighed as her heart broke. “Bucky…”

“I want you to move on. I want you to be – to be happy…without me.”

Y/N’s breathing was short and obviously stressed.

“We can’t pretend that it’s not a possibility. I just…I don’t want you to be alone, doll.”

Her eyes filled with unshed tears.

“I know how hard it is for you to – for you to let people in. But you let me in. And I know you can do it again.”

Y/N looked at Bucky like she was insulted. She gripped his face. “You’re not just anyone, Bucky Barnes. For me, I don’t think there’s meant to be anyone after you.”

Bucky sighed and gripped her hands. “Just…Just promise you’ll try. OK, doll?”

She stared into his eyes for a moment.

Eventually she nodded her head. “But only if you promise me the same.”

Bucky nodded.

Little did he know that he’d have to follow through on that promise. He only ever imagined death taking him. Never did he consider that she could be the one to go.

Bucky worried about Hydra taking her. Or his enemies using her against him. If she died before him, he figured it would be his fault.

But it was a car crash. She’d been driving home from a friend’s house when he was on a mission. A drunk driver hit her. She died instantly. Or that’s what everyone kept telling him.

—

Will you say to me when I’m gone Your face has faded but lingers on Because light strikes a deal with each coming night, coming night, coming night Coming night, coming night, coming night, coming night

The song ended and Bucky sat still in his dark and silent bedroom.

He realized why the song was stuck in his head.

It was their song, always seemed to be playing during milestones of their relationship. She played it for him after a nightmare, when she was making breakfast for him, when they stayed up late drinking and just sitting in the candlelight, talking.

Now it felt as though the lyrics were addressing him directly, saying what Y/N couldn’t, because she was gone. Bucky bared the burden of remembering her. It was his responsibility to know who she was in the world even after she died. The cycle of life and death repeats, but there will always be love to make people’s passings important.

No one will remember Y/N better than Bucky. So he can’t hide from his memories anymore. He must embrace them, because it’s all he has left.

“Will you still remember me when I pass, Bucky?” He heard Y/N whisper from the shadows.

The song reminded him of the promise he made to her that night. He thought she would have to keep it. But it was the other way around.

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a-heart-inscribed · 6 years ago

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Girls Like You

Hey everyone. This was written for @kaunis-sielu‘s Music challenge! My song was Girls Like You by Maroon 5 (I requested it from my personal blog, @a-heart-adorned). Sorry it’s so late lovely, I’ve had a lot going on. This is actually the third version. The first I scrapped. The second is 14,932 words and I felt weird doing a multi chapter for this (but I might post that later since it is complete). And here is this one. Hope you all enjoy!

Marvel- Captain America

Reader insert- Steve Rogers x Reader

Word count: 2,035

Sitting back on the couch you press play on your move and settle in with the big bowl of fresh popcorn. It was going to be just you tonight, so you broke out your most comfortable pair of sweat pants and a baggy tee. The movie was about ten minutes in when there was a knock at your door. You paused the movie to listen and sure enough there was another knock.

You couldn’t help but feel a little leery because everyone you were close to who would know where to come to find you was busy tonight. Glancing at your room you make a quick stop in there to retrieve the hand gun a friend had given you and trained you with in case anything happened.

Moving to the door you positioned yourself, gun held at the ready. You jumped as another knock came. “Hello? Who is it?” You question, cocking the gun.

“Hey, it’s me. Sorry to surprise you.”

You know that voice and instantly un-arm the gun. Swinging the door open you look out. “Steve? What’s up? I thought you were on a date tonight…”

He takes you in with a bit of shock that slowly spreads to a grin. “Nice to see you putting Bucky’s gift to good use. Think I was a bad guy?”

You shrug. “No idea. I just knew all of you were busy tonight, Avengers stuff or personal stuff, and no one else should have been swinging by.” You move into your apartment and gesture for him to follow. “Come on in.”

“Well good thinking, about the gun. But next time, even if you recognize the voice, it’s probably a good idea to keep the gun ready and set before you answer.” He closes the door behind him and follows you towards the couch. “Just in case the real guys know how to use us against you.”

“Point taken.” You fold your legs under yourself as you sit, inviting him to join you. “So, again, what brings you by?”

He huffs as he sits next to you, taking some popcorn out of your bowl and eating it before responding. “Sharon and I broke up.”

“What?”

He nodded and ate a little more. “I showed up to pick her up and she wasn’t ready. She said we needed to talk.”

“Oh, that’s never good.”

“Yeah. Basically, she said we needed to be fair to both of us and that my heart wasn’t in it…” He glances at you quickly then looks away, “And some other stuff, too. But yeah. We’re done.”

“Steve I’m sorry…” Patting his shoulder you stand and hand him the popcorn. “This calls for more than popcorn, however. I’ll be right back. Want me to start the movie over?”

That is how you end up spending the evening, watching a movie, eating ice-cream straight from the pint, and emotionally supporting Steve Rogers, the Captain America, and your best friend. By the end of the movie he ends up with his head in your lap as you play with his hair. You two had always been comfortable with each other, something you know had bothered your romantic partners in the past and something you feel might have affect Steve’s as well. Since the day he walked into the coffee shop that you used to work at though the two of you had just clicked.

As the credits start to roll Steve sits up. “Well, I guess it’s getting late and I should go.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Steven. We are going to put on another movie and relax here. You just went through a break up and I intend to fully support you through it.”

“Honestly. Y/n, I’m not even that upset over it. I mean… Sharon was right. My heart wasn’t in it.”

“Still, you invested time and energy there. It is okay to mourn the loss of that. Plus, I like spending time with you, and it isn’t even that late, old man.”

He laughs and consents and the two of you have a pleasant evening in.

You’re surprised that he actually does take the breakup really well. Over the next few days you spend as much time with him as possible to try and be there fore him. It’s easy considering now you work at the Avengers tower, Tony had liked you and offered you a job, but still. Steve doesn’t really appear phased. In fact, he seems more himself and happy than before. You never though Sharon was bad for him, maybe a bit boring, but you start to think maybe this was for the best.

A few days late the two of you pick up lunch from one of the team’s favorite cafés. Steve does most of the work carrying almost all of the bags as you walk along. You label each team mate’s favorite meal and get them in the fridge for when they get back from their missions, training, and other work. Steve and you sit down to enjoy the specialty sandwiches you picked.

After a laps on conversation Steve gets a thoughtful look on his face before addressing you. “Y/n, why haven’t you dated anyone since you broke up with Colin last year?”

You almost inhale the bite of sandwich in your mouth and start coughing on it. “Wh- What?” You manage to choke out.

“Oh God. I’m sorry, you okay?” After you nod in the affirmative and down some water to stop the coughing he goes on. “Sorry, it’s just something I notice and… I wondered. Pretty, sweet girl like you… There has to be others interested. Sorry. I shouldn’t have asked.”

Watching him as he blushes and looks down at his food you wonder. Was Colin right when he told you it was over because you were in love with Steve? “No, it’s alright. I guess it’s just that… the right one isn’t interested.”

Steve furrows his brow for a moment then nods. “Well then, he’s an idiot.”

Blushing you chuckle. “I guess… Are you interested in dating someone else after Sharon?”

He gawks at you slightly. “Oh! No… I…” He pauses for a moment as Tony walks in and the others start to join you. “Just no.” He finishes.

“Alright…” You change the subject when Peter Parker plops down one side of you, thanking you for lunch, and Loki on the other. Bucky joins Steve and soon your surrounded.

This conversation doesn’t come up again and you chalk it up to Steve trying to process his breakup.

A few months later you are hanging out with Steve in the team’s Livingroom watching a movie Steve had never seen before. The team and just returned from a pretty large mission and most had decided to just turn in for the night. Buck and Tony were up, one working out and one improving his tech, but other than that the two of you were alone. Steve said he had wanted the distraction to help get out of his head and had picked an easy movie. Aladdin.

Somewhere near the middle you move over closer to Steve to get warm. The heat of summer was fading, and it could get down right chilly fast, even in the tower.

Steve gives you a half grin after he looks at you from the corner of his eye and holds up his arm, gesturing you to move in close. After he puts his arm around your shoulder and pulls you in you start to adjust and snuggle into his side. The grimace that crosses his face doesn’t go unnoticed, nor does the way his side tenses up.

“Steve, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing Doll. Let’s just watch the movie.”

You pause it. “Steve.”

He just looks at you, trying to feign innocence.

“You promised.” Sighing you move to sit on the table in front of him. “Take off your shirt.”

He blushes a brilliant red before stammering. “Really I’m okay. It’s nothing.”

“Steven Grant Rogers, take off your shirt now, before I have to come over there and do it for you.”

The color drains a little from his face but his ears are still flaming red as he looks at you for a moment, mouth slightly parted and a million things flashing behind his eyes. Finally he swallows and nods. He sighs and looks away as he pulls it up enough to show you the gash on his side. It wrapped around from his back, just below his shoulder blade, down and around to the front above his hip bone. Several bruises surrounded it.

“Shit, Steve. You promised you were alright.”

“I am. It’s already way better. I’m a Super Solider, remember? I heal fast.”

“Still, did Banner or Strange look at this?”

“Both.”

“And?”

“They cleaned it up. Said to clean it again sometime to night and maybe put some dressings on it before bed and I should be pretty good by morning.”

Shaking your head, you get up to go get the first aid kit.

“What are you doing?” He asks as you sit back down next to him.

Slowly pushing his arm out of the way and making him lean forward a little you respond. “What does it look like? I’m cleaning and dressing this.”

“Y/n…” He stats to protest.

“Stop. Now behave.”

With a sigh he complies and pulls his shirt off. Somehow you forgot that cleaning this wound would get you up close and personable with Steve’s exposed torso and you have to fight to keep your cool. Holy hell, he’s beautiful. It takes 20 minutes to clean it up well and make sure all of it is well covered.

Steve pulls his shirt back on when you are done and turns to you. “Thank you, Doll. I appreciate the help.”

Nodding and trying not to blush you rush to stand and put the kit away. Unlucky for you, when you rush you tend to get a little clumsy, which Steve knows well as he often has to save you from yourself, and right now is no exception. You trip first over your own foot and then over Steve’s. He’s so fast, as always, and moves to break your fall. That is how you end up sitting in his lap, side against his chest, one arm around his neck and his around your waist.

“Hey you.” He smiles down at you and your face heats with a blush. Damn it.

“He- Hey.” You can’t take your eyes of his. “Thank you.” You whisper, not moving an inch.

Steve stares at you a bit, eyes moving over to take you in. Slowly shaking his head he sighs. “God, I’m the idiot, aren’t I?”

It takes you a moment to realize what he is talking about, and when you do you can barely get out one word. “Yeah.”

“I was hoping you’d say that.” He gives you a cheeky grin. “Truth is… I always was interested. I didn’t know how to tell you without screwing this up.”

You blink up at him for a moment and then suddenly his lips are on yours. It only takes a moment for you to respond by tightening your arms around him and kissing him back. Steve moves one hand to the back of your neck, entwining his fingers into your hair. His kiss is easy and slow, passionate and reverent all at once. As his hand moves slowly along your side you moan softly, and he swallows it hungrily and grips your hip.

You almost jump out of your skin and the two of you pull apart when someone clears their throat. Both of you find Bucky and Tony standing at the top of the few steps going up into the kitchen. They are both smirking at you and Bucky shapes his head a bit.

“That’s disgusting. I think I lost my appetite.” Tony says with a grin that lets you know he actually was over the moon. “And Banner owes me ten bucks.”

Bucky is still shaking his head and chuckles, “About damn time, punks.”

You shake you head and lean against Steve’s chest, embraced and overjoyed all at once.

“Yeah,” Steve says as he kisses the top of your head. “About time.”

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batboys-and-other-messes · 7 years ago

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Phones and Panic (Jason Todd X Fem!Reader)

Requested: Yupp Request: Hello! Can I request a Jason Todd x reader where the reader forgets her phone at home and goes out to do something meanwhile Jason is freaking out because she doesn’t answer her phone A/N: Thanks for the request! I honestly hope you like it. Word count: 1645 Warning(s): Sex mentioned, Cursing Tagged: @jason-todd-rh

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At first, you thought your day would be uneventful.

That was until your friend suddenly showed up on your doorstep, basically kidnapping you for a lady’s night out. But it wasn’t the fancy kind. It started with messy food, movies, more food and ended with her leaving you behind to hook up with a taxi-driver.

Sometimes you asked yourself how you ended up with so many crazy people in your life. But who were you to judge? You dated a self-proclaimed “outlaw”. How much crazier could it get?

You had only noticed that you didn’t have your phone with you when your friend was gone, and you couldn’t call a cab, so you decided to walk home. It had been a long and busy day and you appreciated the evening breeze.

Gotham, as scary as it could be, sometimes even seemed to be somewhat peaceful.

You stopped on a quick Starbucks run before you walked down the street, watching the sunset as you saw a flash of red and black drop down next to you, scaring the living shit out of you.

“The Hell, Tim?!” you said as Red Robin raised his hands in defense.

“Are you okay?” he asked sheepishly.

“Yeah, you just scared me.”

“No, I mean... are you okay? In general?” Of course, the answer was obvious, you were alive and okay, but the question confused you nonetheless.

“Yeah? … Why?” you asked.

“Because Jason is currently raising hell as if you’ve been kidnapped and tortured collectively by the whole Gotham underground.” He said matter-of-factly and started typing something on his weird wrist-watch-thingy.

You stopped in the middle of taking a sip of your drink.

“What??”

“Yeah… He said you haven’t answered your phone all day and you were ‘nowhere to be found’. Bruce put him in time out because he threatened to shoot something up.” He looked at the position of the setting sun to guess how long ago this was. Thirty minutes? An hour? Maybe? What day was it?

“But he’s probably left the cave by now.”

“What? Then why are you so calm?? What the- Tim, could you please tell him that I’m okay and on the way home?”

“Already done.” He said and looked at your drink and you took an educated guess at where his next stop would be.

“Here” you handed him the spare coffee that was meant for your boyfriend, but Jason probably didn’t need the energy boost anymore. You both started walking towards your apartment as you knew that he would’ve followed you home anyways.

It seemed to be one of these weird rules in this family to make sure everybody got home safe.

“Wait, how many people are looking for me right now? Or… you know, were looking for me until now?” you asked, afraid of the answer as the teen just stared ahead for a moment.

“Dick, the Outlaws, Steph, and Cass.” He said. “And Alfred is in the cave monitoring.”

“And Bruce?” you asked, more interested to know who would search for you in case you were really in danger. Besides the fact that your boyfriend is apparently having a meltdown right now.

“He’s busy.”

“Figured”

“And the demon spawn has no soul, so he refused to.”

“Oh.”

“And we all knew that Jason was just over-reacting.”

“And yet here you are.”

His hand went up to scratch the back of his head. “To be honest I was just on a coffee run.”

You nodded, understandingly.

“Did he reply? “ you asked after a few seconds of silence. You honestly missed your phone by now.

“Just a bunch of gibberish.” He looked at his wrist and took a sip of the coffee.

“He’s probably mad.” You said and Red Robin nodded.

“Shouldn’t be so surprising considering its Jason we’re talking about.”

And with that you both fell into silence.

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A few minutes later you stood in front of your apartment door, alone, keys in hand and ready to unlock the door when it swung open and a strong hand pulled you in, the door slamming shut behind you. Your back leaned against the closed door but not because of balance but purely out of lack of space as your boyfriend, Jason Todd, hovered above you in all his fully-geared-up-but-helmetless glory.

His hands caged you in and you eyed him like a deer caught in headlights.

About a hundred different emotions washed over his face from obvious worry to anger and frustration until he finally sighed and gave way to the most prominent emotion – Relief.

You simply stared at him as he hung his head, trying to get over the initial shock from the multiple heart and panic attacks you made him go through.

On the first look you could understand why people thought he was intimidating but right now he just looked like a sad puppy whose owner has just left and locked the door.

Slowly you lifted your cup, pointing the straw at his direction as an offering of peace accompanied by a hesitant smile on your part.

He lifted his head, the frown back at his face, as he practically glared through you.

You lowered the cup again out of eyesight.

Another second of silence passed.

"You are so grounded.” He finally spoke and even though his expression was as stoic as ever, the tension has been finally cut and you couldn’t help but smile in relief.

He wanted to yell, to rant and to tell you exactly how goddamn stupid your stupid actions on this stupid day where but he couldn’t. Not when you were safe at home. Not with your scared expression so fresh on his mind and especially not when you looked so damn innocent, standing there.

“I’m sorry.” You finally offered.

Despite the now lighter atmosphere, you couldn’t even start to imagine what he thought had happened to you. You knew he had witnessed horrible things in his life and probably even on this day and you never wanted to be part of any of these scenarios.

But at the end of the day, it was just a forgotten phone.

Right?

Suddenly, with a single sigh, he looked as if he had just lost seven years of his lifespan before he rested his forehead on your shoulder, defeated.

You defeated Red Hood.

“Hey.” You said softly, placing your free hand on his hair as you slowly started to run your fingers through it. “I’m sorry I worried you.” You said, lifting your cup again as an offering and you felt him take a sip through the straw.

Ha. You knew it.

“Tori made a surprise visit and we went to the movies. She was so hectic that I completely forgot to take my phone with me.” You tried to explain. You hoped that knowing how your day actually looked like would replace whatever images he had already constructed in his head.

“You are still grounded.” He said and you rolled your eyes.

“And how was your day?” you tried to steer the conversation away from the topic while you still stood caged against the door. Not that you minded that much.

“Oh, the usual. A few rapists broke out, a human trafficking ring settled in fucking Gotham and the woman I love was suddenly fucking gone.” He said bitterly and you knew he wouldn’t let you live that down anytime soon.

“The woman you love, huh? As in present tense?”

He pushed himself off the door to glare at you again as you immediately missed running your fingers through his hair.

“Watch it. You are on thin fucking ice right now.”

“Jason.” You said, ignoring the fact that he had just stolen you Starbucks cup as you continued to talk. “Look, I made a mistake and it was stupid. I should’ve known better.”

“Damn right, you should have!”

“All I am asking for is a chance to make it up to you.” You said, your voice hung in the air with a hint of… seduction? You couldn’t help the effect he had on you, standing so close. And truth be told, you wanted to replace his angst with something more... nice.

Jason squinted at your words. “I don’t know, (Y/N).” he said, taking a sip before continuing, his face still only inches away from yours. “You really did a number on me.”

“And I’m fully repentant.” you said.

“So, what are you suggesting?” he asked and you knew that he had already forgiven you.

“Make-up sex?” you answered, and his expression didn’t change.

“No.”

This genuinely surprised you.

“No?”

“I’m not your whore.” He said and it took every ounce of willpower for you not to laugh.

“I never said that.” You said, biting your bottom lip to keep yourself from giggling.

“I really don’t like your tone here.”

“Okay.” You said. “What are you suggesting then?” you asked and he looked pleased with this question.

“Make-up sex.” He answered.

“That’s exactly what I said.”

“Yeah. But I didn’t like the way you said it.”

“Jason.”

“(Y/N).”

You both stared at each other for a moment and you wondered how you possessed the willpower to not kiss him with his face so close to yours.

“So… Are we going to… you know?” you slowly said before he grabbed you and threw you casually over his shoulder like a very delicate duffel bag.

“Really?” you sighed, shaking your head with a smile and you only heard him chuckle and put down the drink before he carried you through the living room.

“Gotta make sure you don’t disappear again.”

“I won’t. I already said I’m fully repentant.” You said as you heard his guns hit the floor and the sound left you tingling in excitement before he threw you on the bed, kicking the bedroom door close behind him.

“We’re gonna see how true that is.”

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skiesofthesketchy · 7 years ago

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The Office: part 3

AN:// lol bet yalls weren’t expecting to hear from me! yeahhhh... sorry it took me forever to post this next part. u know how life goes... :) anyway, here it is! long overdue but i hope you guys like it!! pls let me know what you think! much love <3

Part One and Part Two in case you forgot (which is my fault oops)

Author: skiesofthesketchy

Pairing: Dylan O’Brien + reader

Word Count: 3,378

Warnings: Just some cursing.

Rays of sun kissed every corner of the large park as I swung happily, enjoying the breeze through my hair and the soft squeaks from the swing set. “I bet I can jump off farther than you can,” he said from beside me.

“Yeah right.”

“Wanna bet?”

“Hell yeah! When I win you have to buy me an ice cream cone. Actually TWO so that I can shove one in your face and eat the other while I laugh at you,” I giggled, swinging higher and higher.

“No. When I win, you’ll be the one covered in ice cream!”

“You wish,” I laughed. “Go on then, jump!”

And he did, landing with a thump in the grass, only stumbling sideways a little. “And that is how it’s done,” he cheered arrogantly. “Now jump already so I can shove an ice cream cone in your face!”

“Whatever!” I yelled as I prepared to jump from the swing. I was flying until I hit the ground rather ungracefully, and stumbled backwards, landing on my ass. All I could hear now was Dylan’s howls of laughter. The bastard didn’t even bother to help me up.

I stood and dusted myself off while he composed himself, though it took a few minutes. “That was great,” he said, wiping an imaginary tear from under his eye. “Now it’s time to pay up.”

I pouted but followed Dylan reluctantly to the ice cream stand across the park. I watched him pay for a vanilla ice cream cone, and when he turned to me, I took off in a sprint.

“Hey! Come back here Y/N!”

“You’ll never catch me!” I yelled over my shoulder. I knew I wouldn’t be able to outrun him but I ran as fast as I could. I passed a group of children playing soccer and a few dogs playing fetch with their owners, everyone enjoying the sunny afternoon.

Running out of energy, I headed for the large elm tree in the middle of the park, where I rested and caught my breath, preparing myself for the inevitable.

“Dang, you’ve gotten faster,” he remarked, just as out of breath as I was.

“Just do it already,” I pleaded, closing my eyes and waiting for the cold treat to coat my face.

“You didn’t think I’d actually dump this ice cream on you, did you?” he chuckled.

I opened my eyes. “What do you mean? I lost the bet.”

“But that would be mean. I got this so we could share it,” he smiled, pulling me against with his arm around my waist. I was surprised, but smiled at him- the boy of my dreams. “Here,” he said, before abruptly shoving the ice cream onto my mouth and chin.

“Dylan!” I screamed. “I can’t believe I fell for that!”

He threw his head back and laughed loudly, which distracted him enough for me to snatch the cone from his hand and do the same thing he did to me.

“Hey!” I only smirked at him while licking whatever ice cream was left in the cone. “That was uncalled for.”

“You deserved it.”

Dylan glared at me playfully before grabbing me by the waist again and pulling me in for a kiss, our sticky ice cream faces now smooshed together.

I broke the messy kiss. “You’re crazy, Dylan O’Brien.”

“Not as crazy as you.”

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Great. This is just great. Memories that I haven’t recalled in months now invaded my mind with a thick fog that I couldn’t see through. I couldn’t sleep last night, and trying to focus right now seems impossible, as I trudge into my office building in my zombie-like state. Why can’t I stop thinking about him?

I try to push any thought of Dylan and Lauren out of my head as I make my way to my desk after stepping off the elevator. Quietly mumbling a hello to Ben, I slouch at my desk and start my computer.

“Well, good morning to you too, sleepy head,” Ben chirped, pursing his lips with his usual sass.

I just gave him a look as if to say, “I’m not in the mood.”

He rolled his eyes at me. “I know you have your cranky mornings, but you don’t have to be a soggy hoe about it.”

“Sorry,” I huffed. “I just... don’t want to be here right now.”

Ben sighed dramatically. “I do not know why I put up with you sometimes,” he said, taking one of two coffees from his desk and putting it onto mine.

I swiftly grabbed the coffee and greedily took a few gulps, immediately feeling better. Did I mention how much I love coffee? “Me neither, but I’m incredibly lucky that you do,” I hummed, leaning over and kissing Ben on the cheek.

He laughed. “It is quite amazing how fast your mood changes with a little caffeine. You’re welcome baby doll.” He cleared his throat. “So what’s the deal?”

“With?”

“Queen Bitch and your man. Duh”

“I wouldn’t know. I just walked in. And I wholeheartedly hope that I don’t have find out all the gory details of last night.”

“And I wholeheartedly hope you do, because work was just starting to get boring before you walked in with lover boy yesterday. Oh wait, two lover boys.”

I rolled my eyes. “Well I’m glad my hot mess of a life amuses you. And I’m gonna pretend you didn’t just refer to my co-workers as ‘Lover Boys.’”

Before Ben could respond, a laugh echoed throughout the office; one that drives me absolutely insane. Lauren, with her arm hooked on Dylan’s, cackled as they entered. What's so funny? And why does my desk have to be so close to the elevators?

I caught Dylan’s eyes and he smiled and nodded towards me. I forced a smile back, but my face dropped once I met glances with Lauren. Her eyebrow raised and she smirked. “What kind of game is she playing?” I mumbled, as the two of them made their way towards their desks.

“Who even knows?” Ben chimed in to what was supposed to be my own personal conversation. “But by the looks of it, their date last night went well.”

All I could do was groan. Of all the girls at the office, why her? If Lauren wasn’t in the equation, I probably wouldn’t be having these feelings for him flooding back to me, though Ben would probably disagree.

“Whatever. I’m just going to focus on work, and not think about them at all,” I said, trying to convince myself more than I was trying to convince Ben.

“Whatever you say, Hun.”

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The morning went by excruciatingly slow. It felt like I had been perched at this desk for days, but only a few hours have passed. I tapped my fingers impatiently, finding it hard to sit still.

“Can you chill?” Ben asked. “It’s bad enough I have to deal with your leg bouncin’ all the time. Please don’t make tapping a thing or I will have to murder you mercilessly. Right here in the office. Don’t embarrass us like that, Y/N.”

“I think I need another coffee.”

“No, no, no. Caffeine will just make you more fidgety. Go take a walk or something. Here,” he said, handing me a pile of folders. “Go run these reports over to Trends for me. Thanks hun bun.”

“Ben, no.” He knows fully well that Dylan works over in Trends.

“Girl, yes. You and I both know that you’re just dying to talk to him.”

“No, I most definitely don’t want to talk to him.”

“Yes you do. Now go.”

“No.” Ben gave me a look that reminded me of when my mom used to scold me as a child. “Ugh,” I pouted. “Fine. But I hate you.”

“Sure you do.”

Bringing the large stack of folders up to my chest, I stood up and started heading towards the Trends area. Striding over, I put the reports on James’ desk, the leader of the team. He nodded to me as a thank you, and I pivoted to head back to my desk, but someone called my name.

“Oh, hey Dylan,” I responded, walking over to his desk. I was kind of hoping to avoid him, since he was oh so snuggly with Lauren this morning, and I would rather not have to hear about it, but it was too late now. He had stood up and made his way around the desk to lean on it. “How are you?”

“Doing pretty good. How ‘bout yourself?” he asked.

“A little tired, not gonna lie. This day just feels like it’s dragging on.”

He laughed. “I know what you mean.” I peered around, checking to see if Lauren was ready to pop out of nowhere like she usually does.

“So...” I hesitated, not really sure if I should actually finish this sentence. “How was your date last night?” I asked, nudging his side as I turned to lean on his desk beside him, my teasing and cheery attitude hopefully covering up the fact that my whole body was burning with anger and, fine I'll admit it, jealousy.

Dylan looked at me with the same expression he had yesterday after I found out him and Lauren would be going out together. Studying my features, analyzing my expression.

I kept up my happy demeanor even though the way he looked at me caused more mini flashbacks of our past relationship to pop into my head.

“Oh,” he said after a moment, finally turning away. “It was nice.”

“Just nice?” I asked, still teasing.

He let a sheepish laugh leave his lips. “Yes, it was the perfect amount of nice. Quite nice indeed.” I smiled when he decided to humor me.

“Hmm, interesting. I didn't think you were the type of guy to settle for ‘nice,’” I replied, using air quotes. I was technically implying that he could do better than Lauren, and I was only half hoping he would pick up on that.

“Oh, Y/N.” He stood up and placed himself in front of me. “I know you think you know me, but I've changed a lot in the past two years.” Is that a smirk I see?

“Well, Dylan, I've changed a lot too,” I poked him in the chest.

He squinted and the corners of his mouth quirked up. “I can tell.”

Though I was curious to find out what about me he found noticeably different, I ignored that part of me. “I’m guessing you’re still a huge Star Wars nerd, though.”

“Of course! How can anyone not like Star Wars?” he defended himself, laughing.

“I’m not trying to knock Star Wars, I’m just making fun of you.”

Dylan gasped mockingly. “At least I’m not obsessed with that dumb reality tv show! What was it? The Bachelor?”

“Hey! I’ll have you know I watch it for comedic purposes! And the Bachelorette is way better. Boy drama is hilarious.”

As we laughed together, I found myself staring at him again. The moment felt exactly like the one we shared yesterday just minutes after we had met for the first time in two years. I knew what he was thinking, because I was thinking the same thing: this feels just like old times.

“Dyl!” We both heard Lauren’s annoying call, but neither one of us acknowledged it, trying to stay in our moment for just a few seconds longer before we were inevitably interrupted.

I was the first to look away from Dylan and at Lauren, who seemed to be pissed judging by the way she stomped over to us in her heels. Her perfectly perfect smile wasn’t enough to cover up her mood this time. It was only when Lauren firmly grabbed Dylan’s shoulder that his eyes left me.

“Hi babe!” she squealed, completely ignoring my presence now. “Look what I brought you!” Her face was dangerously close to his and to be honest, he looked kind of uncomfortable with the proximity. Or maybe it was the yelling. Why the fuck was she so loud and high-pitched all the time? “It’s green juice. It’s like super healthy for you, and that’s why I got you one! You have to keep your energy up, it’s still your first week on the job!”

“Oh, Lauren. Thanks,” he said, taking the bottle of green, lumpy slime in his hand.

“It’s no problem at all! Anything I can do to help you, babe!” There’s that word again. Cringe.

Since Lauren obviously doesn’t give a damn that Dylan and I were having a conversation, I’ll just leave. I don’t want to hear her obnoxious voice anymore. If I don’t leave now, I might have to hear her spew something about their “nice” date last night.

“I had a lot of fun last night,” Lauren whispered, bringing her arms around his neck, not ashamed at all to act so clingy while in the office. I’m going to vomit.

“Alright, and that’s my cue to go.”

“Oh! Y/N, I didn’t see you there,” Lauren smiled sweetly, still clinging to Dylan.

“Sure you didn’t,” I replied, not in the mood to play fake nice today. I smiled at Dylan before squeezing past them.

“Wait, Y/N,” he called after me.

Instead of sticking around to hear what he wanted to stay, I glanced back with a, “See you later!” before heading back to my desk.

“So, how’d it go with Lover Boy?” Ben asked. I huffed.

“It was going great, until you-know-who showed up.” Ben and I made an “Eck,” sound in unison.

“Let me guess. Lauren has already made wedding announcements?” I just snickered in response. What did Lauren mean when she said she “had fun” last night? Did they just have a delightful dinner or did they...

“Y/N. I need you in my office,” Cheryl interrupted my thoughts, thankfully. She sped away before I could even respond to her, but I quickly got up to follow her back to her office.

After closing the door behind me, I took a seat in front of Cheryl’s desk. “Has the new employee been acquainted?” she asked bluntly, and somewhat disinterested as she looked over papers on her desk.

“Mr. O’Brien? Yes,” I replied. “He settled in easily and has been hard at work. He fits in nicely in my personal opinion.”

“Good. That’s very good,” she glanced up for a moment before shuffling through more documents. “Remember to have his report written up by next week.”

“Of course.”

“Also, I need you to help finalize the current campaign proposal before we bring it to the board tomorrow. I would do it myself but I need to leave early today.”

“Yeah, no problem.”

“Great. Mr. Barnes is waiting for you in his office.”

“Ethan?” I said aloud without thinking.

“Yes. Is that a problem?” She looked at me confused.

“No, ma’am. Of course not.”

“I understand you two are dating now, but I expect you to keep it professional while at work.”

I found myself too shocked to respond as she ushered me out of her office without another word. Even my fucking boss thinks Ethan and I are dating. Great. If this “news” has reached Cheryl already, why haven’t I been contacted by HR? I guess I’ll deal with that problem when it arrives.

Slouching my way over to Ethan’s personal office, I mentally prepared myself for his flirty demeanor and cocky persona. I knocked a few times before letting myself in.

“Y/N. What a pleasant surprise,” he said, winking at me. “For what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Cheryl wanted me to help you with the campaign proposal you’re working on.”

“Oh, perfect. Come have a seat.”

I made myself comfortable across from him at his desk while he rearranged papers and folders, handing me a few. “Alright let’s get started.”

I was surprised to find that Ethan and I working together on this project was strictly professional. No snide remarks or innuendos from him. He’s actually a decent person to be around when he’s working. We finished rather quickly and I was relieved. It’s well past lunch hour and I haven’t eaten. “Thanks for your help on this. If I had to handle this myself it would’ve taken forever.”

“No problem,” I replied. “I’m happy to be of service.” I stood up and stretched a little before making my way to the door. I only made a few steps before I felt Ethan grab my hand.

“Wait, Y/N.”

“Yeah?”

“I just wanted to apologize,” he said.

“For what?” I asked, my eyebrows furrowed with confusion.

“For yesterday. I basically demanded that you go to lunch with me, and I came off like a total jackass. I’m sorry.” I searched his steel blue eyes and all I found was sincerity. I never thought I’d hear an actual apology from Ethan Barnes.

“I appreciate your apology,” I smiled.

“For what it’s worth, I’m really glad you said yes. I had a great time,” he said with a soft smile.

“Me too.” I looked down at his hand still holding mine, and wondered what would happen next. I don’t know if I want anything to happen at all. Maybe I should just leave...

“O-oh,” we heard someone say from the doorway, and my head snapped up to see it was Dylan. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt,” he said audaciously, chest out and eyes scanning Ethan and his grip he still had on me. It was obvious he wasn’t sorry at all, and his bold aura that entered the small room made me drop Ethan’s hand as if I had done something wrong.

“A polite knock wouldn’t have killed you,” Ethan shot back, obviously annoyed. But there was something else in his tone... Suddenly I could feel the tension in the room, and it was rising as the two glared at each other.

“Well anyway, Y/N, I need to talk to you about this report,” Dylan said, completely ignoring Ethan’s reply.

Wanting to avoid whatever the hell was going on here, I left Ethan’s side and started towards Dylan and the exit. “Um, yeah of course--”

“What was your name again? Was it Daniel?” Ethan interrupted my flee, stalking forwards arrogantly.

“It’s Dylan.” His jaw clenched as he mimicked the dominant posture Ethan displayed.

“Right,” Ethan dismissed. “Well I just want to emphasize to knock next time,” he all but growled. “It’s rude and incredibly unprofessional to barge in the way you just did, and Y/N and I were not finished doing business.”

“Whatever I walked into sure as hell didn’t look like business.”

I saw the anger rising in Ethan’s eyes and I wanted to interject, but I’m too occupied with confusion as to why I’m suddenly standing in a warzone between the two alpha-males. Both obviously have issues with one another but I can’t figure out why.

“Whatever business I have with Y/N is none of your business. So why don’t you go ahead and show yourself out while we finish up here,” the blonde sneered. They’re talking like I’m not even here.

“You see, I would but I kinda have this really important work thing that I need her help on, so yeah. Not leaving without her. Thanks though.”

Ethan was all but fuming because of Dylan’s remark, and I finally came out of my shock and confusion long enough to cut in. “Alright boys. That’s enough. Ethan, we were done anyway.” I looked into his blue eyes with a warning not to argue. Turning to Dylan, I gestured for him to lead the way out, wanting to keep myself between the two. With the door shutting loudly behind me, I took a deep breath, happy to be out of that intense situation. Why it escalated so much was still a mystery to me.

“So, what is this report we’re looking at?” I asked, as we walked back through the office and towards my workspace.

“Here,” he responded, handing me a folder covered in colorful sticky notes. He was obviously still tense. “James told me you were the best person to talk to about this.” I sat down in my chair and quickly skimmed the first few pages.

“Right, okay. Well--”

“Are you hungry?” he interjected. “We can talk about it over lunch.”

“God, I’m starving! Yes please.”

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surveysonfleek · 7 years ago

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739.

What type of movies do you get into the easiest? anything with a good intro tbh. i like all kinds of movies.

If you could learn to play any instrument, what would you pick? guitar or piano.

What is it about a stranger that makes you interested in them? just standard conversation, if we click i’m interested in learning more about them.

Are you materialistic? in some ways. i don’t own designer clothes or bags but i tend to spend a lot on technology, makeup and perfume. oh and shoes.

Do you think more with your heart, your mind or your body? heart i think.

What types of things fascinate you? modern history, traveling, different cultures.

Do you think it’s all right to completely ruin someone’s life on purpose? only if they’ve done something so terrible that they deserve it. i’m not really one for revenge though.

What are your opinions on bullying? i think it’s terrible. i don’t know why people intentionally do it.

If you were a writer, what type of stuff would you most likely write? probably tips and tricks and personal experiences.

Do you have any mental disorders or diseases? not that i know of.

How do you feel upon seeing someone who’s missing an appendage? i briefly think about how it happened but i don’t judge them for it or stare.

Do you feel you’re more beautiful inside or out? i’m by no means calling myself beautiful but probably on the inside. there’s a nice person in there somewhere.

Do you let music move your body, or do you hold back? haha i usually hold back.

Are you willing to do whatever it takes to have fun? not all the time.

What is something that is often on your mind (besides specific people)? work. my future. life.

What kinds of feelings do your hobbies leave you with? relaxation and contentedness.

Why is your favorite store your favorite? i don’t really have a favourite. Do you prefer touch screens to non-touch screens? touch screen. i’m just used to it.

Can you handle the stress of working in food/customer service? been there, done that. definitely not for me. i always feel for people when i see an entitled customer treating workers with disrespect.

Are you ever rude to people on purpose? i’ve only ever done this to people who are rude to me first.

Can you feel the rush of energy a band brings when playing live? of course! who doesn’t? even if i don’t know the band or don’t regularly listen to them, live music is all about the energy.

How do you feel when you’re around a lot of people you don’t know? awkward. when i was younger i’d socialise and make an effort but as i get older the more socially lazy i get.

Do you pick up on the feelings of others easily? i’d like to think so.

Would you let your child have a pet? it depends if i know they’d look after it and understand the responsibilities that come with it.

Where were you raised and what’s it like? i was raised in one of the busier, multicultural cities of sydney then moved to a new suburb 30 minutes away when i was 9 at a predominately white neighbourhood. i definitely wish i had grown up in my original hometown, the people here are super racist, judgemental and snobby.

Is there a reason behind your name? i think my mum just liked it tbh.

Are you in love and if so, for how long? yes. it’s been eight years and counting.

How many times have you thought you were in love? just the one time.

How did you know you were in love? i don’t really know... i guess it’s just a feeling that you’re sure about.

Have you done drugs and if so, which was the best? yes. there hasn’t been one time that stood out against all the others... most had really shitty comedowns.

Do you recycle, or do you feel guilty about not recycling? yes.

Have you ever been sexually educated? very briefly at school. also used to read teen magazines a lotttt growing up so it was enough.

Did you attend public or private school? private.

Are you an only child or do you have siblings? i have a younger sis.

What age did you lose your virginity? 18.

What will your life be like in twenty years? who knows. hopefully i’m happy, that’s all i want.

Have you ever offended a celebrity? not that i know of. i never post anything rude to anyone online lol.

Would you marry someone if you thought their parents were insane? only if they were worth it and if my partner would have my back if i didn’t agree with some things their parents did/said.

Have you ever been at home and wondered where everyone went? always lol.

Did you know grape juice and baking soda can be used as invisible ink? i think i’ve read this before lol.

Is it fun to be mean to little kids? if you’re joking around with them it’s fine, i’d never try to make a kid cry or anything lol.

Have you ever wanted to be a teacher so you could be mean to little kids? um, no. that’s a bad reason to become a teacher.

Have you ever been embarrassed to discuss something with a doctor? always lol.

Do you enjoy talking to people over webcam? i haven’t done this in years.

Is there a video game that you have beaten everyone you challenged at? not everyone, but most people haha.

Would you ever push someone into the middle of the street? no.

Are you desperate for things to change? yes but i’m still not doing anything about it.

Do you talk to people about your problems? sometimes. i’d rather not unless i really just want to vent.

Have you ever become unconscious? no.

Do you hate being the first person to start a conversation? yes haha.

Would you rather die or eat another human being? i don’t know... it depends how desperate i am. i can’t really imagine eating another human being, that’d scar me for life.

Do you think people who say that they ‘don’t have regrets’ are telling a lie? it’s not really a lie. it’s good to live that way but also learn from your past mistakes rather than just ignoring they ever happened in the first place.

How many cups of coffee do you have to drink to totally become hyper? one. i’m not a regular coffee drinker.

Do you ever get hyper off of sugar? nope.

Would you ever become a psychologist? How about a psychiatrist? probably not. i tend to zone out when my friends are telling me a reallyyyy long story that i’m not particularly interested in lol.

Do you know what the difference between a psychiatrist and psychologist is? i’ve read up on this before but already forgot.

Does/did the last person you text messaged go to the same school as you? nope.

Is there anything worrying you? yessss.

If so, have you talked to anyone about it? no.

What colour are the eyes of the last person you held hands with? brown.

Is it possible to be “just friends” with someone you have feelings for? i think it’d be hard until you fully get over them. that’s just me though.

Is there someone of the opposite sex that you can talk to about anything? yes.

Are you looking forward to anything? not really.

Should you be doing something else right now? sleeping.

Is it important to be on a similar intelligence level as the person you’re with? yes. i couldn’t date someone many levels above me or many levels below me, we just wouldn’t click.

What’s your favorite Ben & Jerry’s flavor? i haven’t had it in years.

What do you really watch on TV in the middle of the night? i don’t.

What’s your favorite song to sing in the shower? i never sing in the shower.

Have you ever had your phone taken away at school? i think i have actually. just once.

How old were you the first time you dyed your hair? 12 i think. nothing happened, it looked exactly the same lol.

What do your slippers look like? white with crown symbols on it.

Do you think your ex still wants to be with you? no ex.

Where were you two hours ago? in my room.

Has anyone ever cried in your arms? yes.

What was the last thing you randomly decided to buy on the spur of the moment? skincare. stupid online shopping!

Do you get along with your best friend’s parents? yeah, well enough.

What’s the closest thing to you that’s blue? hairbrush.

Are there any foods that you love but can’t eat, for any reason? all the cheeses.

Are you hiding something from someone at the moment? not really.

What flavor was the last ice cream you ate? vanilla.

Have you ever told anyone that you never wanted to lose them? i don’t think i have.

First name of the last person to text you? sinead.

What are your plans for the weekend? friend’s bday tomorrow then visiting a friend on sunday if i don’t have work.

#survey #surveys #quiz #bored #questions

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beaglelinefics · 7 years ago

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Alternate Coffee Universe

Jaehyun x Gender Neutral Reader, Slight Doyoung x Reader

Writer: Jaime

Previous Parts: Netflix and Chill, Blanket Burrito, Stormy Weather

Next Parts: The Unpleasantly Pleasant, First Dates and Hospital Trips

Masterlist

So when you said you were going to handle it yourself, you really meant you were going to do all you could to avoid Jaehyun. Which meant you got to class as late as you could without being, like, actually late, and you left as soon as the professor stopped speaking, meaning there was no time to interact with Jaehyun at all. You were pretty proud of how well you were doing; there hadn’t been an incident in over a week, so you would say that was progress even if it was avoidance plain and simple and not actually solving your problem. Your friends, although disappointed they didn’t have any new and entertaining stories from your life, were happy that you weren’t embarrassing yourself in front of your crush anymore. Well there was that one time when you were out with Mark, but we don’t talk about that. Not one of your best moments to be sure. But other than that, things were pretty uneventful on the Jaehyun front, which was pretty good in your opinion.

“I hate life,” Doyoung groaned from beside you as the two of you were studying in the library late one night.

“Life hates you back,” you grumbled in reply while flipping a page in your textbook. “Life hates all of us.”

“I feel like my eyes are going to close and literally never open again.”

“Then this is the end… it was nice knowing you, bro.”

You two shared a weak high-five before focusing on the notes in front of you as best you could while fighting off the sweet tendrils of sleep. Eventually the two of you got to the point that you could either throw in the towel or get some coffee and actually have a chance of passing. So you gathered all your supplies and left the library in search of the hot miracle drug that could protect you from falling asleep like you so desperately wanted to. You linked arms with Doyoung and pressed closer to him in the hopes that some of his warmth would transfer over to you and chase away the winter chill that threatened to settle in your bones.

“Damn, it’s freezing,” he choked out as he shoved his hands in his jacket pockets. “I guess I should invest in some warmer layers, huh?”

“You and me both. I feel like my limbs are about to fall from my body.”

“C’mon, let’s hurry up. I think I see a coffee shop across the street over there.”

Thankfully the red hand was only blinking as you approached, so the two of you sprinted across the street and held onto each other as Doyoung’s feet slipped on the slick ground. His hands were practically clawing at your arms in an attempt to stay upright and not sprawled out on the ice.

“Dude, we do not have time for this!” you hissed. “I need my coffee now!”

“Alright, alright, geez. No need to be so snappy.” He was about to follow you inside when something on the curb caught his eye. “Hey, go in and order me something, will you? Ten asked me to get today’s newspaper.”

“Why? Since when does he even read?”

“Since he’s required to for some project or something. Just order me a drink?”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just hurry because I forgot my wallet at home.”

“Are you serious?”

“Oh please, I’ve bought you plenty of coffee. I think you can spare the cash this one time.”

He smirked at you. “So does this technically make tonight a date?”

“Right. You’d be so lucky.”

“Ah, that’s right, the cute dimple boy, am I right?” he teased while digging in his pocket for some change. “Haven’t heard any stories about him recently.”

“Yeah… I’ve kind of been avoiding him.”

Doyoung shook his head and gave you a sympathetic smile. “Ah, Y/N, why do you do that? Your awkwardness isn’t as off-putting as you seem to think; it’s actually one of the things I like best about you.”

“I, uh… I’m just… cool! I’m gonna go get that coffee now!”

He laughed as you escaped inside and finally fished a few cents from his pocket. Meanwhile, you stared up at the menu as you approached the counter, mentally comparing which drinks Doyoung would like best and adding up how much it would all cost if you added in some cookies. Finally you came to a decision and nodded, lifting your head to smile at the employee and or—holy shit.

“Hey, Y/N,” Jaehyun greeted with a smile. “Funny that I never see you in class anymore yet you stumble into the coffee shop I work at. Doing some late-night studying?”

“Uhh…” SAY SOMETHING ALREADY! “Yep! Came to fuel up on some coffee so we can actually get stuff done, y’know?”

“We?” He glanced behind you to see the guy squatting and fiddling with the newspaper machine out front. “You with him?”

“Unfortunately,” you sighed with a fond roll of your eyes. “So, uh, can I get two large cups of black coffee and uh… what are your thoughts on the shortbread cookies?”

Jaehyun blinked at you before replying, “Yeah, no, they’re great! Everyone who comes in seems to like them.”

“Oh, great, we’ll take five!”

“Are you seriously ordering a bunch of stuff because you know I’m paying?” came Doyoung’s tired question. “Y/N, come on, you know I’m not made of money.”

You grinned at Jaehyun and winked. “I forgot my wallet at home and now he has to pay, how great is that?”

“Yeah, uh, sounds great.”

“Hey, Jaehyun, how you doing?” Doyoung greeted the other boy as if they were good friends.

“Wait, you know Jaehyun?”

“Yeah, we had a few classes together last year.”

“Wow… I did not know that.”

“You know, Y/N, I think this is the longest you’ve ever talked to me without running away or finding some excuse to leave,” Jaehyun told you with a small smile, showing off those dimples of his that could make you cry. “I’m kind of impressed.”

Your eyes widened in horror as Doyoung’s widened in realization. Oh shit, abort. ABORT, ABORT, ABORT! You slowly shuffled your feet backwards, hoping to make a quick escape, but Doyoung’s hand darted out to wrap around your arm and keep you in place. Oh, no. Oh no, no, no. This was bad. This was very, very bad.

“So, Jaehyun, do you have any classes with Y/N?”

“We have class together on Thursday mornings, actually.”

“Oh, is that so?”

He gazed down at you curiously, causing you to laugh nervously. “Surprise?”

“Jaehyun, do you think you could add a couple brownies to the order too?” Doyoung asked politely as Jaehyun started to get to work on their order. “I think I’m going to spend the rest of tonight eating my feelings.”

“Oh, boy, here comes the drama queen,” you muttered under your breath.

“Hey, shhhh, I’m entitled to this much, okay?”

“Oh my god,” you groaned and threw back your head in annoyance. “It’s literally not that big of a deal.”

“Okay, but here me out, it literally is.”

“Uh, what are you guys talking about?” Jaehyun asked as he took the cash Doyoung handed him. “You okay, bro?”

“Oh, yeah, totally fine. After I eat all this junk food and regret it tomorrow,” Doyoung answered with a shrug. “Don’t worry about it.” He waved off Jaehyun’s concern and went to sit by the window. “Don’t mind me! I’ll just be sitting over here!”

“Hey, uh, is he doing okay? Like for real?”

“Um… I think so?” You awkwardly kicked the floor as you thought of what to say next. “Hey, uh, Jaehyun, I just… I need to get something off my chest real quick. So, um, you know when I made us all uncomfortable when I said those things about your dimple? And then I said I was drugged when I said those things? Yeah, um, that was a lie. I, um… I kind of like you? And so… so yeah.”

“Oh…”

“Haha, yeah.”

You both stood there in awkward silence, neither of you really knowing what to say. While Jaehyun’s escape came in the form of your coffee being ready, you glanced over your shoulder to look at Doyoung staring out the window. He was probably thinking of how much work he had left to do, and here you were flirting—okay not really this was just awkward speaking—with the barista.

“Thanks.” You grabbed the coffee and bag of treats and offered him a smile. “Listen, Jaehyun, about what I said… I do like you, but I also kind of… well… oh shit, I don’t even know.”

“Y/N, you can relax, okay? I understand. I, uh… I kind of do the same thing around you too.” He bit his lip to hide his smile as best he could. “You guys should get going. Wouldn’t want you guys to get to your classes exhausted tomorrow. But, uh… when you come into class next time and see me… I’d really appreciate it if you wouldn’t avoid me because… I kind of like you too.”

You looked up at him in shock, not fully comprehending what was happening right now. Was this really happening? Looking over and seeing you frozen, Doyoung rolled his eyes and came back over to start dragging you towards the door.

“Thanks, Jaehyun!” he called back to the dimpled boy. “Hope the coffee’s as good as Y/N claims!”

“Bye guys!” He smiled at you and winked, sending your heart into overdrive. “I’ll see you in class, Y/N.”

“R-right… class…”

Doyoung ended up having to practically carry you back to the library, and even after getting caffeine into your system you couldn’t seem to focus on your work. You were too busy playing over the words Jaehyun had said to you back at the coffee shop. He liked you too. The dimpled boy of your dreams liked you too! Had you suddenly slipped into an alternate universe? Were you actually dreaming? At some point Doyoung got annoyed with your lack of concentration and flicked your ear, snorting when you let out a loud yelp. So you weren’t dreaming then. Jung Jaehyun, the cutest boy you’d ever met with the sweetest dimples known to man, had really confessed to you. What sort of fucked up universe had you woken up in this morning?

#nct scenario #nct scenarios #nct #nct 127 #nct u #nct x reader #nct jaehyun #jung jaehyun #nct doyoung #kim doyoung #mod jaime

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yoon-kooks · 8 years ago

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Hired by BigHit: Bittersweet- Part 8 [END]

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Summary: You’ve always had respect for Min Yoongi’s musical talent. As one of BigHit’s new producers, you now get to experience both the bitter and sweet sides of him.

Parts: 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 // 6 // 7 // 8 // Epilogue (text)

“Are you sure you want to give up working on the track with Yoongi?” Bang PD raised his eyebrows.

You nodded. “Things just weren’t working out.”

“Actually, he came by a little earlier and told me the same thing.” You knew it. The feeling was mutual. But even though it was expected, it didn’t hurt any less.

“Well at any rate, please continue to work on the track individually, and we’ll choose the best out of all our options,” the CEO said before dismissing you.

As soon as you got out of Bang PD’s office, you groaned. Not only were you no longer working with Yoongi, but now you had to compete against him. Just great. Where was the silver lining?

The bus ride home felt exceptionally long. But nonetheless, you waited until you reached home before letting yourself think about the situation on a deeper level.

What could you have done differently? Maybe you shouldn’t have been so greedy. You were already lucky to be working with Yoongi so closely, and yet, you wanted even more. You had let yourself prioritize the boy over music, but it hadn’t paid off. If you had chosen to prioritize music over him, maybe you wouldn’t have felt this much regret. Because now it felt as though you had lost the boy you loved more than anything else.

So you cried.

You slipped yourself into your bed, hoping that sleep would make everything better. The only problem was you couldn’t fall asleep.

Buzz! You ignored your phone, and part of you hoped it wasn’t a message from Yoongi. Though a larger part of you wished it was.

Buzz! Buzzzzzzz! When hiding under the blankets didn’t protect you from the annoying sounds, you rolled over to check your phone.

2:03AM Taetae “Are you awake?”

2:13AM Taetae “Yoongi said you guys aren’t getting along anymore?”

2:14AM Taetae “Whatever he did, he didn’t mean it.”

2:14AM Taetae “He doesn’t act like it, but he’s a good guy.”

2:20AM Y/N “Haha don’t worry. I know Yoongi’s really sweet.”

2:20AM Y/N “Don’t tell him I said that~!”

2:21AM Taetae “I won’t.”

2:22AM Taetae “And work hard on getting your track approved by Bang PD.”

2:22AM Taetae “I’m rooting for you✌️”

2:23AM Taetae “Thanks! You’re the best❤️ ”

You smiled as you put your phone back down and fell asleep soon after.

The next morning, you woke up feeling refreshed. Your mind felt clear for the first time in a while. You had been thinking so much about Yoongi that you forgot how it felt to fully concentrate on other things. But you were finally ready to focus on your music.

When you got to your studio, you opened the track on your computer and continued to work. After taking into consideration everything Yoongi had taught you, you developed an idea of what you wanted the final product to sound like. If you could pull it off successfully, it would definitely scream Bangtan style.

By the time you looked at the clock, it was already late, but you felt motivated to keep working. You stretched your arms out before getting up to buy coffee.

“You’re still here?” Yoongi walked out from next door at the same time as you. It was your first time seeing him since you decided to split ways.

You nodded and yawned. “I’m just running out to get some coffee.”

“I’ll get it for you.” He spoke in such a gentle tone. “What do you want?”

“Yoongi, it’s okay…” you blushed. “I’ll go with you.”

“Stay here and take a break.”

“Okay… I’m treating you out next time though!”

“So what do you want?”

“Surprise me.”

“I’ll make sure it’s extra bitter then~”

“Thank you~” Honestly, you’d be happy with whatever coffee. Anything Yoongi did for you, you loved a lot.

You returned to your workspace and leaned your head against the desk. Maybe things would be okay between you and Yoongi. Maybe you’d be content with just being friends. You closed your eyes and decided to sleep just until he returned.

“Y/N.”

“Yoongi…” You moved only to turn your sleeping face away from him.

“Your coffee’s gonna get cold.”

“Then it’ll be iced coffee~”

“Do you want me to take you home?”

“No, I have to work on the track.”

“But you’re sleeping.”

“Am not~” You sat up and slapped your cheeks a few times to wake yourself up, but your eyes still wanted to close. You took a sip of the coffee.

“AAH it’s so bitter! Yoongi why??”

“I warned you, didn’t I?” Yoongi took a sip of his own coffee. “And it really woke you up.”

“I thought you were joking!!” you giggled.

“Here.” He took your coffee from you and placed his into your hand. “That one’s sweeter, I promise.”

“I don't trust you…”

“Okay fine.” He pulled out a couple of sugar packets from his jacket pocket.

“Sugar from Suga!” You laughed at your own joke and dumped the sugar into your coffee.

“Please don’t make that joke ever again.”

“If you don’t appreciate my humor, you’re not welcomed in my studio.”

“I don't like your studio anyway. It’s so empty and boring.” He shrugged with a smirk on his face and got up to leave.

“Why are you so mean~?” you pouted.

“I’m not mean. I’m a honey boy.” He walked out of your studio. “Good luck on your track.”

“You, too.”

A few days later, the track finally felt completed. You listened to it over and over again, checking for anything that didn’t sound right. And at some point, you had heard the track so many times that it just went in one ear and out the other. It would’ve been great to have Yoongi listen to it, but you just had to trust in what you had and roll with it.

You went over to Bang PD’s team and presented your track to them. Whatever the outcome, you knew you were satisfied with the final product. It was the first time you felt confident in you had produced. And if Yoongi’s version was chosen over yours, you’d be happy for him as well.

When the track ended, Bang PD nodded his head. “We’ll go with this one.”

You couldn’t believe him. “Wait, what about all the other submissions? And Yoongi’s…?”

“Yoongi already told me he wasn’t going to submit a track,” Bang PD explained. “Which is weird for him, since he’s never turned down an opportunity like that in the past.”

“Oh…”

“So congratulations~ We can talk later about the next steps, but for now, you should get some well-deserved rest.”

“Thank you so much!” You bowed deeply and ran back to your studio to celebrate.

For some reason, your studio looked different… smaller. A familiar upright piano was pushed against the wall that was once empty. And a cute Kumamon plushie stared down at you from the top of the piano. You couldn't stop yourself from smiling.

4:38PM Sugar Lover “Yoongi!!”

4:38PM Honey Boy “What?”

4:38PM Sugar Lover “Come to my studio! I wanna talk to you~”

4:39PM Honey Boy “Why do I have to go to you?”

4:39PM Sugar Lover “You know why!!”

4:40PM Sugar Lover “Just come!”

“What?” Yoongi walked into your studio and looked at the piano in amazement. “Wow, where’d you get this?”

“Stop pretending!” You motioned for him to sit next to you on the piano bench. “Are you seriously giving this to me?”

“This studio was too boring without it.”

“But it’s your piano…”

“It’s yours now.”

“But why?”

“I just wanted to give it to you.”

“Thanks…” It meant the world to you that he gave you something so precious to him. His first love.

“Your track was approved to be on the next Bangtan album, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah… but that’s only because you didn't submit anything!”

“I didn’t need to.” He looked at you. “You did well on your own.”

“I owe a lot to you, Yoongi.” You blushed when you looked back at him. “I always aspired to be a producer like you, and then I came here and learned so much.”

“I’m glad I could help.”

“But not only that, I’m also thankful for all your encouragement and support,” you said, “even after we decided to work separately.”

“You mean the coffee thing?”

“Yeah that and when you texted me from Taehyung’s phone that one night.”

“What.”

“You know what I mean~” You nudged Yoongi softly. “There’s an obvious difference between how you and Tae text, you know.”

“I’m not gonna admit or deny anything.”

“Don’t worry, I know you’re really sweet, Yoongi.” You smiled. “A honey boy.”

“You know, I’ve been thinking.”

“About what?”

“We make terrible co-producers, and we work much better separately.”

“Thanks, friend.

“But,” he paused. “I think it’s because being with you is too distracting.”

“Um, are you insulting or complimenting me right now?”

“Both,” he laughed.

“I take it back. You’re not a honey boy. You’re just mean.”

“But you still love me, don’t you?”

“Sometimes I wanna punch myself in the face for loving a meanie like you.” It felt good to finally say it out loud.

“Are you insulting or complimenting me right now?” he quoted you.

“Bo-”

Yoongi leaned in and cut you off with a kiss on your cheek. “I’ll just take it as a compliment.” You blinked at him in disbelief. Did Yoongi really just kiss you? Did Min Yoongi, the boy you had so much love and respect for, really just kiss you? You wanted to squeal, but you couldn’t let him know he was right.

“Usually, I’d freak out a lot more about that, but I’m so sleepy…” You stretched your arms out and wrapped them around Yoongi. “Can you get me some caffeine?”

Unsatisfied with the sleepy response, the boy gave you another kiss, only this time on the lips. After the initial shock, you kissed him back until he broke contact, leaving you wanting more. “You worked hard Y/N, but you owe me coffee, remember?”

Your eyes lit up with sparkles. “Ooh! Let’s have a coffee date right now~!”

“Okay but you’re paying.”

“Yay~!” You gave Yoongi a long, passionate kiss. That’s when you knew you had finally crossed the line from friends to lovers.

It truly was a bittersweet feeling. Working with the producer you respected so much didn’t exactly work out the way you had hoped, but during that time, your respect somehow became love. You had grown to love Yoongi, and finally, you were 100% confident he loved you too.

A/N: I feel like this was the first time I’ve ever wrote the ending to a story... so it was a bit awkward and abrupt lmaoooo. And ot but I love honey boy so much😢

I hope you guys enjoyed this series at least a little! ❤️❤️❤️

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