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i keep getting bonked over the head with the transgenderism mallet but i refuse to do anything about it 🙈 david lynch angriest dog in the world dot jpeg

[raibebe]

Simple Lessons

Genre: fluff Words: 3.200 Prompt: 90s grunge boy Jeno x female reader

Warnings: smoking, mentions of food

A/N: Literally no one asked for this but this just poured out of me the other day... EVERLONG JENO IS MY COMFORT CHARACTER OKAY??

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“Do you want to go out to grab lunch? You don’t have classes until later as well, right?” Your best friend asked as she dragged you out of the lecture hall. “Sure,” you smiled, basking in the rays of the sun for a while after being stuck inside an auditorium with barely any daylight for two hours straight. “There is this cute new diner a little off-campus and a little birdie told me there is this super hot guy working there,” she wiggled her eyebrows to which you could just groan loudly, making her giggle in return. Mimi had talked you up during orientation days and you two hadn’t seperated since. Sharing majors surely helped with that and soon you had found a small group of girls to call your friends. While she was very much the flirty, extrovert in your group, a crush on a different boy each day of the week, you couldn’t not be fond of her shenanigans when it made all of you laugh out loud whenever she told stories of yet another drastically failed date. “Not everyone can still be with their Highschool boyfriend like you,” she accused, slapping your arm before tugging you in the direction of the diner. “Are we really going to this diner just because someone told you that one of the waiters is hot?” “Listen. This was a very trustworthy source,” Mimi pouted, “I’ll pay for your meal, just come with me please.” “How can I say no to free food?” You laughed loudly, letting her pull you along while complaining about all the assignments your professors had given out.

You had to admit that the diner was really cute. It had this old-school look inside with the red, big sofas and a variety of license plates decorated the walls and the female servers even wore cute puffy skirts. “This is so pretty,” you said once Mimi had chosen a booth, the leather of the sofa squeaking while you sat down. “Yeah, yeah,” she waved it off, looking around the place, “Now where is this hot waiter?” “You’re hopeless,” you giggled, picking up the menu that was already laid out on the table to look at their food options instead of helping your friend. “Shut up,” she grumbled, copying your action, “You also still haven’t introduced us to your boyfriend.”

“Yeah,” you sighed, “He’s...” Well, what were you supposed to say now? If it were to go how you had wanted, your friends would have already met Jeno at the first party you were invited to but he had declined the offer, only sweetly kissing your head and promising to pick you up at 2 am from the adress you had given him. Which he had done but by that time everyone was so wasted that they couldn’t remember a thing. Which had become a reoccurring theme, no matter how much you’d bribe them to not drink to finally catch a glympse at him. “If you all would stop drinking yourself into a coma every time we go out, you’d have met him already.” “I am beginning to think you’ve made him up,” Mimi grinned, “He seems way too perfect. Letting you go out and party on your own and picking your drunk ass up after but then he never shows up to your classes to walk you to the next one.” Well just maybe you hadn’t gotten around to telling your friends that Jeno in fact wasn’t even studying but working different part-time jobs to help finance your apartment until he had figured out what he wanted to do in the first place. They had just assumed he was studying something way different than you hence why you wouldn’t meet up during your breaks. “Well he is real,” you sighed, “He’s just... Different?” “Oooooh, I get it,” your friend grinned, “He’s older than you. Oh my god. Do you have a sugar daddy?” At that you let out an embarrassed screech which made her double over with laughter. “Why would you say that?” You whined, “He’s the same age as us, for real.”

“Hi ladies, I see you’re already having a great time. I’ll be your waiter for today, have you already decided what to get?” A deep velvety voice interrupted. You didn’t need to look up to know who the waiter was or what he looked like because his voice was almost as familar to your ears as your own was and you knew his body inside and out. Smiling brightly, your eyes met Jeno’s who was also smiling, throwing you a little wink. You had known that he had been working in a diner for a little while now but not this specific one so it was a nice surprise to see him here clad in a neat button-down and pants that for once weren’t ripped to shreds. Meanwhile, Mimi was stunned in silence, her mouth parted in what must be awe. “Hi,” you kept smiling at Jeno, “Anything you can recommend?” “Our burgers are pretty good,” he shrugged, “But what’s really good are our milkshakes.” “Then we’ll take that, right?” You asked your friend, kicking her shin beneath the table to get her to snap out of it. “Y-yeah sure,” she stuttered, still blatantly gawking at Jeno. “Great, I’ll be right back with your drinks,” Jeno smiled before walking off again.

“Girl he’s so hot oh my god,” Mimi exclaimed as soon as he was out of earshot, dramatically flopping down onto the table. “He’s really good-looking,” you admitted, a big grin on your face. “Better than your boyfriend?” “I wouldn’t say that,” you laughed, awkwardly shuffling in your seat. Was this the right time to tell her that the waiter apparently a lot of girls were thirsting after was in fact your boyfriend and probably not at all like they thought him out to be? “God, I bet he looks so good out of his uniform as well,” she groaned, “Just the thought of him in light washed denim.” At that, you had to mask a burst of laughter with an awkward cough. You had tried times and times again to convince Jeno to swap out one of his dark jeans for light-washed ones but he wasn’t budging, only in turn challenging you to wear one of his many black baggy T-shirts instead of your brightly colored spaghetti tops. “Sure,” you giggled instead, kicking your friend’s shin again to alert her when Jeno came back with your drinks. “There you go, food will be out in a bit,” he smiled politely. Not the kind of smile that turned his eyes into beautiful crescents but a more reserved one.

“Hey, uhm,” Mimi suddenly spoke up when Jeno turned around to walk away again, making him halt in his steps. “Have you been working here for long?” Oh god. You had to physically keep yourself from cringing at her awkward try to rope him into a conversation. “Just a handful of weeks, so not that long,” Jeno shrugged, “Looking for a job as well?” “Oh no, we both work part-time at a clothing store downtown,” she waved it off, “I was just wondering because I had never seen you around before.” “Well yeah, makes sense I haven’t been here for long.” “So you recently moved here? I’m sure I would have remembered a handsome face like yours,” Mimi now blatantly flirted, twirling a dyed strand of hair around her finger and just slightly leaning forward on the table to give Jeno a better view of her cleavage in her white cropped top. “Yeah, I’m not from around here,” he shared, his eyes firmly staying on her face but the redness of his ears and how his fingers were fiddling with his little notepad betrayed his cool facade. Was this the time where you should end this to save Mimi and Jeno from further embarrassment? Or should you enjoy this for a little longer? “Are you also a student?” She asked next, “We both go to university here.” “Oh god no,” Jeno exclaimed and this time you couldn’t hold in the little giggle that slipped past your lips, noticing that your boyfriend’s lips twitched into a little grin as well. The more Jeno saw you struggle between classes, essays and study sessions, the more sure he had become about his whole decision to not do the whole university thing. Just when your friend wanted to ask the next question, a loud voice interrupted: “Jeno, I am not paying you for flirting with customers! Get back to work!” Rolling his eyes at his boss, Jeno shot the two of you an apologetic look before quickly walking to the register where his boss was waiting.

“God, even his name sounds good,” Mimi groaned, returning to her former position, sprawled out over the table. “You sound like you’re in love with him,” you giggled, “You don’t even know him.” “Listen. This is love at first sight. Do you not watch romance movies?” You did in fact. Even though Jeno would complain throughout the whole first 30 minutes of the movie until he’d either accept his fate in favor of cuddling and letting you pet his hair or actually get invested in the movie as well, cursing the characters for being so stupid and not talking out their problems. “I do, dummy,” you rolled your eyes, taking a sip from your milkshake that didn’t disappoint after Jeno had praised it so much, “But don’t you need to get to know a person before you can love them?”

“You’re the one with a boyfriend,” she mumbled, collecting herself from the table to take a sip of her drink as well, “Tell me about him.” “My boyfriend?” “Yeah, you never speak much about him and don’t let us meet him either. Convince me he’s not made up.” “Well we know each other since childhood,” you shared, feeling heat creep up your cheeks and neck, knowing how cliche your story sounded, “He lived in the house next to ours so we played a lot as children but then my family had to move away when I was in like elementary school or something because of my dad’s work but eventually we moved back for my last year of highschool.” “Oh wow, that must have sucked to leave all your friends behind twice.” Sighing, you ran your hands through your hair. “It wasn’t easy to just leave everything behind, but I managed. We moved back into our old house and he was also still living in the house next to us with his family. His mom made him take me to school every day and we shared a lot of classes and then it just went from there,” you smiled, blatantly leaving out the part where you had to basically force Jeno to speak and open up to you at nights on his rooftop beneath the moon and the stars. That was a private matter you didn’t want to share without his consent.

“That is so wholesome,” Mimi cheered, “What’s he like?” “Different?” You tried to explain, swirling your straw in your milkshake, “Like different than you’d expect him to be. When you see us together, you’d probably say we don’t match.” “Ooooh,” she nodded, her eyes wide, “So you’re like opposites?” “You could say that,” you smiled, “But when you get to know us, we’re not that different.” Before she could ask more questions, Jeno interrupted you again, hands full of your plates. “And that’s your food girls. Please enjoy,” he smiled, placing the plates down, “If you need anything else, I’ll be around.” “Actually,” Mimi began and you had to hold yourself back from interrupting her, “I was wondering when your shift is ending.” “My shift?” Jeno repeated, his eyes shortly drifting over to you. “Yeah,” she smiled, waiting for his answer. “I’m off in a bit,” he said slowly after checking the time on the neon clock hanging over the counter. “So you’re free after we’re done with our food?” She pressed on. “Probably?” “Would you like to hang out after? We still have some time until our next classes start. “Hang out. With you two,” he repeated, still dumbstruck by her boldness. “I mean you don’t have to if you really don’t want or have something to do,” she shrugged but you knew that look in her eyes. She was determined to have him hang out with you. “I was just going to go get groceries and go home,” Jeno shared, “Listen, I gotta go back to work or my boss will literally fire me because he already hates me.” With an apologetic smile, he quickly walked down to another table where a couple was seemingly done with their meal.

“You’re so shameless,” you accused your friend, finally digging into your meal. “Listen. I see a hot boy and need to talk to him, it’s as easy as that,” Mimi giggled, taking a bite from her burger. “Now tell me more about that boyfriend of yours.”

Once you were finished with your meal, Jeno already wasn’t there anymore to take your bill, instead, a cute girl with a big puffy skirt handed your friend the bill. “But half the stuff is missing,” Mimi asked, “I’m paying for both of us.” “Oh, my colleague took care of one of the meals,” the waiter smiled, “He must like one of you.” “I told you my flirting was worth it,” your friend smiled, handing over the money. You really didn’t have it in you to tell her that Jeno most likely covered for your half of the meal when she seemed so genuinely happy about it, so you swallowed the words back down even if it was going to come out sooner or later when you’d finally get Jeno to meet your friends.

Apparently, the universe wanted it to be sooner because as soon as you stepped back out of the diner and into the sun, a boy clad in all black caught your attention. He was leaning against the little railing around the diner, a cigarette between his lean fingers. “Hey,” you nudged your friend, nodding towards Jeno. “Huh?” “It’s the waiter,” you explained, looking over at him. By now it looked like he was trying his hardest to hold back his grin while taking another drag. Shocking people with his looks still was one of his favorite things to do if they only knew him from one of his jobs where he had to wear a uniform. “No way,” Mimi whispered, “He looks like a completely different guy.” “You’re not in love anymore now?” “He’s just so…” “Different?” You helped her out, rolling your eyes. Why could no one see past the dark clothes, chains and the cigarette and made the effort to actually get to know Jeno? “I don’t think he’s my type.” “You’re ridiculous,” you snorted, leaving her behind to walk over to Jeno.

“Hey bubblegum,” he smiled, curling an arm around your waist like it was second nature already, “Fancy seeing you here.” “You didn’t tell me that was the diner you applied to,” you pouted, scrunching your nose at the smell of smoke. “I didn’t know it was close to your campus,” he shrugged it off and stubbed out the remainder of his cigarette after taking a last drag, making an effort to blow the smoke away from you, “Your friend tried really hard to flirt with me.” “She’s an idiot,” you rolled your eyes, looping your arms around his torso to hug him close, “I missed you.” “I made you breakfast literally this morning,” he laughed but pulled you closer to him anyways. “If you work this close you could have come to visit.” “Bubblegum…” Jeno sighed, tucking a wild strand of hair back into place. “My friends think I’ve made up my boyfriend,” you pouted. “You want to show your friend back there how real I am? I think her eyes are already very close to falling out of her head.” “What’s going on in that head of yours Jeno Lee?” “Let me show you,” he grinned, cupping your face with one of his hands before pressing his lips to yours in a languid kiss, the taste of smoke on his breath familiar by now. “You really need to quit,” you grumbled against his lips. “I know,” he sighed but kissed you again anyways, “Wasn’t expecting to see you this soon.” “So you smoke in secret?” “Stop arguing when I’m trying to kiss you,” he grumbled, playfully biting your bottom lip. “Stop kissing me when I’m trying to safe your lungs,” you pouted, slapping his chest for emphasis but didn’t protest and insted kissed you again, languid and deep.

“Are you two done making out now?” Mimi suddenly interrupted you, making your face heat up as you took a step back from Jeno who was having nothing of that and pulled you back against his side by your waist. “Yeah, all done,” he grinned, holding one of his hands out for your friend to shake, “I’m Jeno.” “I figured from your boss screaming at you,” she mumbled but shook his hand anyways, giving him her name as well, “You made me look like a fool. Like you could have told me you were the infamous boyfriend refusing to meet us.” “It’s not like I was refusing.” “You totally were,” you butted in, pinching his side. “Listen it doesn’t sound as appealing to spend my evenings with a group of all girls as you think it does,” he defended himself, “And now you have a witness that I am in fact real.” “You’re not getting out of his now, Jeno Lee,” you grinned, lacing your fingers together. “And if I told you I had this really important thing to do?” He tried, throwing you his best puppy eyes. “We can go grocery shopping after my last class,” you rolled your eyes, “You’re walking back to campus with us now.” “Yes, ma’am,” he rolled his eyes, “Let me carry your bag.” “Oh god, you’ll make me feel so single,” Mimi groaned when you handed Jeno your backpack to carry. “You wanted this, I can leave any time,” your boyfriend shrugged, “Do you have like stones in your bag or something?” “It’s called books, you should try it,” you said, playfully sticking out your tongue. “Why am I even dating you?” Jeno just rolled his eyes. “Because you love me,” you smiled brightly. “Yeah, I kinda do,” he confessed, squeezing your hand.

“No need to make me feel even more single,” Mimi groaned again, “Do you have any hot friends to introduce me to, Jeno?” “I don’t think they’re your style,” he shrugged it off, motioning at his attire of ripped black jeans and dark shirt. “So you do have some hot friends that are also single?” “You almost fainted when you saw me, I don’t think you could handle them.” “Don’t judge a book by its cover, babe,” you smiled, leaning into his body. “Sure, bubblegum,” he gently smiled back.

Because if you had judged him by his cover, you’d never be as happy as you were right now.

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Home (Part 2)

Summary: As you got closer to Bucky again, some kind of emotional crescendo was inevitable.

Pairing: Bucky x y/n

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Language

Author’s Note: I got one more part after this, so let’s call it a mini-series

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You slept in the next morning, getting out of bed only to traipse down to the living room and lounge around in your pyjamas on the couch for the rest of the day.

It was the holidays- you were allowed to be disgustingly lazy if you wanted.

Evening came around before you knew it, the smell of your mother’s cooking filling up the house as you stared dead-eyed at the Hallmark Channel, all the white couples wearing red and green sweaters slowly blurring into one.

You were only awoken from your hypnosis by your dad leaning over the back of the couch, jingling some car keys at you.

‘I need to take your mother’s death-trap to Barnes’, you wanna come along?’

‘Really?’ You frowned, eyes darting to the clock on the mantelpiece. ‘It’s almost seven, surely they’re closed?’

‘They are, but Bucky offered to work on it out of hours.’

You gave an impressed nod, adopting your best impression of your mother. ‘What a nice young man he is.’

‘You know it, skip.’ 

He grinned as you hoisted yourself up from the couch and shoved a coat over your pyjamas, figuring that getting dressed this late in the evening would just be an absolute waste of time. 

The two of you hopped in the car, both cringing at the metallic scraping sound the engine made when your dad turned the key. 

After a tense few death-defying minutes, you finally pulled up at the workshop. Your dad honked the horn and the shutter door began to rise, slowly revealing what you could only deduce to be an extra from the music video for Uptown Girl.

Oh wait, no, it was just Bucky.

His choice to sport a tank top mid-December was definitely a bold one, but Jesus fucking Christ you weren’t complaining. Glistening with sweat and covered in grease stains, he looked like a page from a raunchy calendar hung up in an office full of middle-aged spinsters.

He waved the car in, greeting your dad with some kind of bro-hug ordeal that immediately confused the hell out of you. 

Those two were buds now? What else had you missed?

‘Hey, Lilypad.’ Bucky looked you up and down, raising an eyebrow at the plaid pyjama pants peeking out from underneath your coat. ‘Nice outfit.’

‘Thought I’d make a bit of an effort.’

‘For little old me? You shouldn’t have.’

You gave him a playful shove on the shoulder as you strolled past, taking yourself for a little tour of the shop floor while he started searching under the bonnet.

The place was surprisingly neat and tidy, you were quite impressed. The only questionable thing you found was a scantily clad centrefold torn out of a magazine and pinned to the corkboard, upon which some comedian had scribbled the words ‘Bucky’s girlfriend’.

You’d be having words about that.

Completing your journey, you re-joined the boys just in time to see your dad reach his wallet from his back pocket and wave it towards Bucky.

‘How much?’

‘You're joking, right?’

‘Let me give you something. I insist.’

Bucky chuckled, pulling a dirty rag from his pocket and roughly wiping his hands. ‘Honestly, it’s fine. It’ll be ready in the morning.’

‘Ah, you’re one of the good ones Buck.’ Your dad clapped him on the shoulder before turning to you. ��Come on then, squirt. Dinner should be almost ready.’

For some reason, you found yourself very reluctant to leave. Jesus, you’d actually prefer to spend the rest of the evening in this cold, halogen-lit grease pool with budget Billy Joel than at home in front of a warm fire. That boy had magical powers or some shit.

‘I don’t mind sticking around, if you want?’ Bucky shot you a slightly confused frown. ‘I could go out and pick us up some food.’

‘You sure? Passing up your mom’s cooking for this place seems crazy.’

‘Least I can do, we’ll count the company as payment.’

His frown slowly melted into a warm smile. ‘Sounds great.’

You looked back at your dad, who was absolutely beaming, eyes flicking between the two of you like he was at Wimbledon. His excitement was sweet, but you knew he was only invested in your relationship because it had the potential to give him a lifetime of free car repairs.

‘Well, you kids have fun.’

After loitering around for a few minutes, you eventually headed out to pick up dinner from a nearby takeout. It was freezing and your pyjamas got pretty soggy, but your good mood didn’t waver for a second. You were really excited to have an evening alone with Bucky.

When you got back, he’d ferreted out some old car seats for the two of you to sit on while you ate.

‘So I saw the photo of your girlfriend hanging up back there.’

‘Oh, that’s just a stupid joke.’ He immediately went bright red, tripping over his words a little. ‘The guys here keep trying to set me up on dates but I always say no, so they found me a “paper girlfriend” instead.’

‘Maybe they’d leave you alone if you sucked it up and just gave it a try.’

‘I think you’d take that back if you’d seen some of these women.’

You raised your eyebrows at him. ‘Never had you down as shallow, Barnes.’

‘Oh, c’mon. I’m not I just-’ He chuckled slightly when he realised you weren’t being serious, eyes flicking back down to his food. ‘I have a pretty specific type.’

‘Maybe too specific?’

‘You could say that, yeah.’

There was that weird atmosphere again, it kept creeping up on you at the most inconvenient times. 

You just changed the subject.

Once you’d both finished eating, you watched him work for a while, quickly flicking your eyes away from his bare arms every time he looked up but definitely getting caught a few times. Oh well.

It must’ve been getting close to midnight when you started dozing off, full to the brim with junk food and warmed up by the space heater Bucky had pointed in your direction. You were almost completely asleep when you felt him softly shaking your shoulder.

‘Home time, Lilypad. You need a ride?’

You peeled your eyes open, yawning as you stumbled to your feet. ‘Ugh, that’d be great. Did you drive here?’

‘Nope.’ He turned around and crouched down a little. ‘Hop on.’

‘For real?’

‘For real.’

Still pretty dazed, you did your best to clamber up onto his back, settling your head into the crook of his neck whilst trying to ignore the all feelings that his strong grip around your legs was provoking.

He somehow managed to lock up the garage while you were clinging onto him like a baby monkey, the cold night air waking you up a little more as he started on the short walk home. 

You were only expecting a lift as far as his house, but he seemed to deliberately miss the turning.

‘We just passed your street.’

‘I wouldn’t be much of a public transport service if I didn’t take you the whole way now, would I?’

‘You never were one to do things by halves.’ You pressed your cheek against the side of his head. ‘But you know I’m not paying you for this, right?’

‘I’m sure we can come to some kind of arrangement.’

‘In your dreams, Yucky.’

‘You’re damn right about that.’

He took you all the way to your doorstep, refusing to drop you until you were inches away from your front door. After gently setting you down, he spun round, a goofy grin plastered across his face.

You chuckled, trying to find your key. ‘I probably won’t see you now until after Christmas, so I hope you have a really nice one.’

‘Yeah, you too.’ He paused for a second, his hand feeling around in his pocket, looking as though he was building up to something important. ‘I’ll see you for games night though, right?’

Oh, apparently not.

‘Right. Night, Buck.’

Stepping forward, he placed his hand on the back of your head, gently pulling you towards him and pressing a soft kiss just below your hairline.

‘G’night, Lilypad.’

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Christmas came and went, your family had their usual two day lock-in. You ate until you couldn’t stand, played so many board games that you had them all down to a perfect science and didn’t change out of your pyjamas for two days.

Spending so much time with your parents made you realise how much you’d missed them, and how much you’d miss them when you left again.

Aside from all the warmth and loveliness of your family, there was another big highlight to your day- a text from Bucky that you woke up to on Christmas morning.

Merry Christmas, Lilypad. It wasn’t the same last year without you.

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The evening of the 26th was games night. 

The doorbell rang and you leaped up, yanking it open and immediately pulling Bucky into a hug. You tried to greet his parents too, but it was a little difficult while you were being squeezed like a vice and carried towards the living room.

Everyone settled in while your mom made up the drinks. It was so reassuring to see that the end of your relationship with Bucky hadn’t tarnished the firm friendship that’d formed between your parents, the relaxed atmosphere between everyone made it felt like nothing had really changed since you left.

A little while after they’d arrived, you scuttled off to the kitchen for a snack, not noticing Bucky hot on your heels. You jumped out of your skin when you spotted him in the corner of your eye, a nervous laugh escaping his lips.

‘I was just, uh- wondering if we could-’ He took a deep breath, steadying himself. ‘Could we go upstairs?’

You studied him for a second before answering. He was struggling to keep still, shifting back and forth on his feet while also seemingly unable to find a comfortable resting position for his arms. He was tense and anxious, you’d never seen him like this before.

‘Is everything alright?’

‘Yeah, all good. I just thought it’d be nice to talk in private for a bit.’

‘Sure.’ You gave him an apprehensive nod and gestured for him to follow you. ‘We can go to my room.’

Dread started to churn in your stomach as you slowly ascended the stairs, his heavy footsteps clunking up behind you. Bucky was the most laid-back, carefree guy you knew, what the hell could have him so jittery?

You led him into your bedroom, hearing a low chuckle as he closed the door behind him. ‘This place hasn’t changed a bit.’

‘I think my mom likes to keep it ready in case of surprise visits.’ You sat on your bed, patting the space next to you, giving him a warm smile as he took the invitation. ‘So what’s up?’

‘I haven't had a chance to give you your Christmas present.’

‘Oh, well it’s too late now.’ You teased him, trying your best to ease some of his nerves. ‘You’ll have to try again next year.’

‘I don’t think I’ll be able to wait that long.’

Digging a hand into his pocket, he pulled out a small, clumsily wrapped present and quickly handed it to you.

‘Thank you, that’s really sweet.’ You felt it in your hands for a second. ‘Insert good-things-small-packages cliché here.’

Eagerly tearing off the wrapping paper, you felt your heart drop into your stomach.

It was a ring box. 

Your eyes shot up to him.

‘Open it.’

‘I don’t think I can Buck, I-’

‘Just, before you say anything, let me explain.’ You nodded faintly, feeling tears pricking your eyes. ‘You remember our last year together, how I told you that my dad was making me work all those hours? He wasn't. I asked him for them, cause I was saving up.’

You felt like you'd been shot in the stomach. ‘You bought it before I left?’

Flashbacks of your break-up conversation flooded into your mind. You’d been the first one to suggest separation, but you vividly remembered Bucky agreeing without hesitation, so quick that it made you think he’d lost interest in you.

‘I thought you wanted to break-up?’ Your words got a bit tangled in your mouth, the wave of emotions you were experiencing making it difficult for you to string your thoughts together.

‘I didn’t want to hold you back. I knew what the job meant to you.’

Your gaze darted back down to the box in your hand. ‘And you kept it all this time?’

‘It's not mine to give away, it's yours. It's always been yours.’ He placed his hand on top of yours. ‘I just couldn’t let you go again without it.’

Your mind went completely blank, the only sensations you could focus on were the sting of hot tears rolling down your face and the feeling of his rough skin against yours. You let your gaze slowly rise back to his face, the sight of his wide, blue eyes fixed on you making it even harder for you to untangle yourself.

Before you could even try to speak, he leaned towards you, cupping your face in his hand and softly pressing his lips against yours. 

You let your eyes flutter closed, the only tangible thought rolling around your mind was how much you’d missed this, how much you’d missed him.

It was only a few seconds before he pulled away, letting out a heavy sigh and resting his forehead against yours.

This was too much, you felt your breathing becoming more frantic as you tried to pull yourself together. You turned your head slightly, roughly wiping the drying tears off your cheeks, doing everything you could to just think without being overcome by emotion.

‘I don’t know what to say.’

‘You don’t have to say anything. Just stay.’

‘I’m so sorry, Buck.’ You felt yourself beginning to crumble again as you carefully placed the box back in his hand. ‘I can’t.’

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warnings: swearing, sexual references, mentions of food and eating, alcohol consumption word count: 1749 a/n: This might’ve been the most fun to write chapter yet. Surprise in form of diving into George’s mind for a chapter! a/n 2: I planned out and published the chapter titles in advance on purpose, as a little teaser, so you could try to figure out what the plot could be and I cannot express enough how excited I am for the next one 

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 George woke up from blissful sleep to be met with a dull headache. He went to reach and open the curtain of his four-poster, rubbing his face in the process and winced immediately, reminding himself of previous day’s events.

He lay back on the pillow, his bottom lip throbbing slightly.

He brought his fingers to the swollen lip, touching it carefully, thinking back to how your fingers would brush over it delicately as you tended to him last evening. You were too good for him.

Fred’s heavy groan, signalling his wake up, distracted George from going down the same path again as last night when his thoughts went spiralling, going over and over the short conversation you had right afterwards, until he passed out and fell asleep.

He stretched in his bed and lazily got up, ready to start the day.

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 They walked down the spiralled steps quickly, on their way to grab lunch, as it was way past time for breakfast. George slipped into the common room and saw you waiting at the table, writing something in your small notebook. You looked up soon enough and your eyes lit up when they met his, you slammed shut the notebook and slipped it into your bag.

“Hi there,” you waved to the three boys, walking up to them. Your gaze travelled to George’s lip and he noticed concern flood your eyes right away. You truly looked like an angel, smiling like that.

“How’s it feel?” you asked, twisting your face a bit and pointing at his mouth once you started walking. “Alright,” he answered, nodding, “it seems to be healing well, whatever you rubbed in it must’ve helped,” he smiled. “Ah see, magic,” you said, smugly, trying to appear mysterious. “Pure love,” Fred exclaimed, walking in the front, “and just the right amount of spit,” he added, turning to you for a moment, making the rest of you laugh.

 “Have you managed to finish your costumes?” You asked enthusiastically, before bringing a forkful into your mouth. “Yup,” George replied, clearly proud of himself. “We’re gonna look absolutely wicked, I’m so glad we agreed on this,”  Lee stated, and you smiled wider at the boys.

“Are you doing any make-up?” Fred asked. You bit your lip in thought, “Dunno… I mean, they’re cartoons, I don’t think they wear make-up..? But maybe…why?” “If you’re wearing make-up, and we’re not” Fred gestured between himself and George, “then we won’t be matching anymore,” he reasoned. “True. I could come over and we’d do it together, I could help you out. Might be fun. George..?” you asked, checking if he had any objections. “I’m cool,” he said, shrugging.

 George was lying in bed, in his outfit, waiting. Lee was putting on some finishing touches to his costume and Fred was still in his boxers and socks. Five minutes before the appointed time, they heard your signature knock on the door.

You walked in and upon seeing Fred’s ‘too-close-to-naked’ butt turned to you, twisted your face and gagged as a hello. “You’re early, sunshine,” Fred said cheekily, walking behind his bed and pulled back the curtain to get dressed behind it. George took a moment to notice how cute you looked in your costume. “On time, five minutes early,” you countered and went to sit down on George’s bed.

You gave him an appraising look, scanning him from head to toe and he felt a strong urge to pull his skirt down, making you chuckle. “Nice legs,” you winked. “I’d argue,” Fred declared, raising one of his own legs tantalizingly from behind the curtain.

“What’s up with your face?” Lee gave you a puzzled sort of look, only now turning to you properly.

Now that George thought about it, it did look a bit weird.

“I prepped my face and did my foundation, I’ll do the rest once I know what those two want me to do to their faces,” you said.

Yes, yes now that would explain it.

You opened your makeup bag and pulled some stuff George had no clue about. He’s never actually seen you do your makeup. At school, if you’re wearing any, he always saw you already in it. The only opportunity would be perhaps while you’re staying at the Burrow, but then you rarely bother wearing makeup.

Fred insisted on being your subject first. He wasn’t a very good one, though. Rather impatient and very mobile, restless, earning himself a few smacks on the shoulder from you.

Then it was George’s turn. He sat on the bed, facing you, and you shifted to sit as close as possible, to make your job easier. He felt your breath on his face as you scanned it carefully, then you got to work.

It came to his attention he rarely got to see your face from this perspective. Right in front of his eyes, and so close. All of your facial features, so familiar to him, he got to know even better.

“George…” you scolded him gently. “What?” he asked, genuinely confused. Were you talking about something and he wasn’t listening? No, he’d have noticed, he was staring at your lips. “Don’t move away! I can’t do it precisely when you lean back and I have to reach like that.” “I’m not leaning back,” George denied. “You’re leaning back, mate,” Fred pointed out and George realised he was, in fact, involuntarily leaning further back every time your face got closer.

He straightened his back once again and this time your face got pushed away like it was the same magnetic pole as his.

“You’re getting circles under your eyes,” he went to distract you, “you keep staying up lately.” You sighed softly, like you always do when he calls you out on something, but you know he’s right. “I don’t think I’ll have to anymore. Or not much longer, so I’ll get better with my sleep,” you explained. “And are you finally going to tell me what is it, that you were doing?” he asked accusingly. These past few weeks you kept brushing him off with ‘I’ll tell you soon enough’. “Better yet,” you smirked mischievously, “I might show you today if we leave before the sunset. It won’t be as impressive in the dark,” you stated, making the three boys’ curiosity peak.

You carefully put on some finishing touches on George’s lips, careful of the cut. “Voila!” you exclaimed, pulling away to admire your work.

Fred looked at his brother with a frown, then glanced at himself in a mirror. “You did a wonky job on my eyes!” he said, pointing his finger. “Uhh- you did a wonky job staying still,” you replied, grabbing all the necessary products to finish your makeup in front of a mirror. The boys found watching you do it surprisingly satisfying.

 “Oh, and Julie’s coming over later so I’ll be hanging out with her,” Fred noted as the four of you left their dorm. “Congratulations,” George said sarcastically and Fred gave him a look. “So what?” “So, you know what hanging out means. I need you out of the room,” Fred replied, accentuating the last part.

George groaned. He knew he’d be tired after going out and the prospect of not being able to get back to his room for Merlin knows how long was not welcome, but he didn’t argue.

“Oh come on, Merlin knows you should get laid. You’d relax a little,” Fred stated (Lee snorted in the background) and George glared at him, feeling betrayed. Fred looked at your surprised face, “and you too. Both of you, actually,” he added, waving his finger between George and you. (Lee crouched down to avoid collapsing from laughing so hard.)

You and George stared at him with your jaws dropped, mortified. “Oh, my sweet little beans, I didn’t say you have to get laid with each other!” Fred clasped his hands dramatically, “…necessarily,” he added with a sweet, mischievous smile.

George smacked his brother across the head. You started laughing, partly as a defensive reaction, partly because of Lee’s contagious laughter.

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 On your way to Hogsmeade, you went off-course a little. You led the boys towards one of the outer sides of the castle, near the clocktower courtyard and a path leading to the lake. Once you were out in the open, it was hard to miss – a huge, windowless, wall, and on it-

“Pink toad can suck a butt?” Lee read out loud. “What is that?!” Fred questioned in disbelief. You crossed your arms on your chest proudly, “Moss graffiti. Alicia and I did this,” you explained gazing once again at your masterpiece. George looked at the writing in amusement, “And you did all this-“ “In the cover of the night, yeah,” you replied before he could finish. “They’ll never catch me,” you whispered theatrically. “It was worth losing a little sleep. It’s so stupid it’s hilarious.”

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 By the time you stepped through the gate of Hogsmeade, George’s legs were pretty cold and he concluded that in this temperature a little wind between the legs doesn’t seem so great after all. Looking down at his pink dress, he silently thanked himself for giving in to you when you told him to wear tights because he would’ve felt really stupid right about now.

He looked to his left and could see your wide grin as you bit your bottom lip in excitement, looking around all the decorations. With a little help of magic, your hair was now the exact same shade as Bubbles’, tied in two neat pigtails. Dressed in a very similar dress as his, but blue, you clutched your stuffed octopus to your chest.

You made sure to take a group photo as a souvenir for the future and then commenced your Halloween celebrations. Trick or treating with lots of tricks and playing games, you got complimented on your group-coordinated outfits every now and then. Butterbeer was flowing, candy was consumed and memories were made.

That evening George was thankful as ever for your company in the common room while his twin occupied the dorm.

With most of your energy drained, legs falling out and bellies full of unhealthy snacks, you lay on the couch in front of the fire, talking nonsense.

As both of you grew more sleepy and the pauses in your conversation grew longer, he got lost in his thoughts. Perhaps his brother was right. Perhaps he should just get laid.

Perhaps, he should get over himself.

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don’t pick up the phone (yandere!yoongi x reader)

part 1 of my new rules series, inspired by dua lipa’s song & lyrics. this is the first story i wrote based off one of the lines. enjoy!

warning: yandere actions, slightly mature

word count: 4.3k (whew, that’s a lot for my first post on here)

Part 1: don’t pick up the phone

Part 2: don’t let him in

Part 3: don’t be his friend

Part 4: if you’re under him...

He chose you by chance. You had fallen into his trap once, just like the others, but this time, he would close all the gates and keep you locked in there for eternity.

You were always that one person among friends who would preach about how bad hookups are, and brag that you've never had a one night stand.

Yet here you were, sprawled across a stranger's bedsheets and lying across from them, having done exactly what you were against just that night before.

A migraine accompanied the anxiety and confusion building up inside of us as you regained consciousness. The first thing that came to mind was how cold you were, even as you laid under the sheets, but it wasn't much of a surprise since you were fully exposed and naked. The second thing that you thought of was your boyfriend, and that the man sleeping next to you was him. You couldn't tell for sure, since his back was facing you, and the bed sheets were over his entire figure, but you decided to settle on that thought, since it was more comforting than admitting the truth. 

Not only had you gone against your own word, but to put the cherry on top of this mess, you were in a relationship with someone else.

After a few moments of getting your thoughts together, the man next to you turned around. The covers slipped off his head and revealed disheveled, platinum blonde hair. A pang of emotions struck you like lightening as he faced you with a gentle smile.

"Good morning, beautiful." His whispers in a deep voice, his brown eyes softening at the sight of your face. He blinks slowly as he takes in your features. His hand reaches out towards your face, letting his knuckles brush your jawline softly. Your shivered at his touch. Your lips parted, as if you wanted to say something, but nothing come out. 

"I'll make you breakfast." He says after a few moments, getting up and cleaning up the side of his bed. Surprisingly, he was fully dressed in a shirt and jeans, but you didn't bother to ask why. He rubs his dewy face from the exhaustion, before heading out the room. 

You remain motionless, your heart pounding furiously from the sensation of his hand still lingering on your jaw. 

"That's not my boyfriend.." You mutter under your breath. A stray tear falls from your watering eyes, and you wipe them away before any more could come spilling out, "what the fuck have I done." 

Your shaky hand clamps over your mouth, eyes widening as they stare at the door, dreading for the stranger to come back in. Instead of anticipating for him to come back, you decide it would be much more calming if you got ready and met with him in his kitchen. Reluctantly pulling the sheets off to reveal your bare figure, you hurriedly gather your now wrinkled articles of clothing that were strewn across the floor. You recoil from the putrid scent of sweat that it held, but had no other choice than to suck it up and put it on. After dressing yourself in last night's jeans and t-shirt, you head over to a tall mirror across the room and smooth out the wrinkles from the shirt to appear neat and put together. Since you didn't spot a comb or brush nearby, you decided to use a hairtie that you always carried around your wrist. By the time you finished gathering your hair into a messy bun, you noticed the man was back, and leaning at the doorway with an intimidating smile painted on his lips.

"Were you watching me this whole time?"

The man smirked, his dark eyes lighting up playfully, "What, did you want me to?"

You knew it was a joke, but his cocky, dick-ish comment got on your nerves. 

"You're a fucking creep." You glare at him, crossing your arms.

He takes a step back and puts his hands out in front, "Woah there, what's gotten into you? Just last night we were hitting it off."

Your blood boiled at this reminder, and you reprimand yourself in your head, "Did I really sleep with this guy? And this guy, out of all people?" 

You exhale heavily and shut your eyes for a few moments. The snow haired man takes a few steps closer towards you, slightly opening up his arms, ready to embrace you. He pauses as soon as you began your harangue.

"Listen, buddy, I don't know who you are or what happened at all. All I know is that we slept together, and that you seem like a douchebag. But what I need from you is to forget this ever happened."

You maintain eye contact with him, bracing yourself for his response. But when his face remains frozen, you break away from the staring to look down at your feet, missing a glimpse of his eye twitch. No, you weren't scared. You felt guilty- a sick, disgusting ball of regret churned in your stomach, and the more you looked at this beautiful man's face, the worse you felt. 

You let the silence hang in the air for a few moments, but since he refused to say anything, you assumed you could take your leave. You walked past him towards the door to find the rest of your belongings that might be scattered around his apartment. You ventured around the place for quite a while, getting a bit more anxious as you realised the man lived in a penthouse. When you finally found your purse, it was on the ground in front of a room with a closed door; your bag, however, was wide open. Finding this suspicious, you attempt to open the door, but fail to do so, as it was locked. You sigh in a tired frustration. At this point, you didn't care anymore about what went down last night, or what was really going on with the dude- you just wanted to leave.

You sling your purse strap around your shoulder, finally ready to leave the apartment. Strangely enough, the mysterious man did not bother to come after you or stop you. You passed by the bedroom while on the way towards the front door, and take a quick peek. The man is sitting on the bed, crouched over with a fancy looking device in his hand. His facial expression is hard to read from your distance, but you could see his lips tugged at the corners. You brushed it off, feeling a bit more anxious to leave the place.

Yanking the door open, you exit his apartment without a warning, except for the loud noise as you slam the door behind you. In a hurried pace, you rush out of the complex as fast as possible, keeping your head down and avoiding eye contact with anyone you passed by. 

You were on the highest floor of a seemingly prestigious apartment complex, so taking the elevator and going through the lobby without interacting or facing anyone was a difficult task. Chauffeurs and business men in nice suits, ladies in formal dresses, and then there was you, in a t-shirt and pair of jeans. Not only did you appearance attract the attention of those around you as you made your way out of the building, but the lingering scent of perspiration made quite a bad impression.

"Well, it's not like they're going to see me ever again. They don't know who I am." You distract yourself from the embarrassment you refused to face.

When the elevator doors open, another group of class looking business men stand patiently in front. You didn't bother to count how many were there, but they resembled the stranger you had just been with, regarding the fact that they all had unique hair colours, and youthful but intimidating faces. Clothed in suits and lathered with cologne, you take a note of their appearance before hopping off the elevator and rushing through the lobby. Their gaze follows your retreating figure, scurrying out the doors without looking back. They smirk at each other, knowing the deed has been done.

Another spoof call graced your evening, interrupting the relaxation time you had set up for yourself. You and your boyfriend Namjoon just had a date at the mall, and you decided to treat yourself to all the self care goodies you bought while shopping. You wanted to invite Namjoon, but he declined politely, saying he had to check up on his younger brother, who needed some tutoring for a highschool course he was taking. 

It was a surprise how you were able to keep your unfaithfulness a secret for so long. By now, it was a month since the incident, but it took days for guilt to subside. You almost felt proud, that you were able to handle the situation and keep Namjoon. But of course, you knew it wouldn't be something you would repeat; just because you were able to get away with it once does not mean you would be willing to do it again.

You were also quite afraid of dealing with any reasons behind your motives that night. Although you only partially remembered it, you didn't want to understand if it was an unconscious vendetta against Namjoon that made you even engage in a conversation with that stranger.

But, now that you were finally in the shoes of a cheater, you did develop some empathy, to a certain extent for fellow cheaters. Before everything, you would reprimand all kinds of cheaters, regardless, even ones influenced by alcohol. 

You lift up your phone delicately, cautiously trying to avoid ruining your freshly painted nails as you raised it up to your face. You squinted at the number that called you.

"Again?" 

The number had the same area code and prefix as you, but the rest were all different. You always got calls from numbers like these, but it was never the same one. They either left no voicemail, or ones that lasted one to three seconds, with nothing but inaudible sounds that you couldn't even make out at the highest volume. In an impatient manner, you accept the call and place it on speaker mode,

"Stop fucking calling me."

"Y/N, it's so nice of you to finally pick up."

A wave of fear rushed over you. How did this random number know your name?

"If this is some stupid fucking telemarketing scam, I suggest you stop stalking people and trying to threaten them to give you money, else I'll shove my fist up your ass."

"..my, my, my, bold words for someone who only recently let a total stranger shove something up their own ass."

Your hands suddenly began to ache, and you almost dropped your phone. This wasn't funny anymore.

"..what is your name." You reply sternly after a few moments in shock.

"You know, I at least thought you picked up my name from that night. But clearly, you meant it when you wanted both of us to forget everything that happened. Well guess what, I can't, and I won't."

You were too overwhelmed with emotions at this point: anger, fear, frustration, event the dreaded guilt came back, all hurling towards you.

"What the fuck do you want then?" You seethed.

A deep chuckle from the man caused you to grit your teeth in fear.

"I have a little proposal for you," from his tone, you knew it was more of a demand than a proposal that involved your opinion, "Let's continue where we left off, you and me. We don't have to meet all the time, though. You can still be with Namjoon, and spend most of your time with him as his loyal girlfriend."

The irony in his words hurt you, and the complexity of the situation haunted you. How could a simple, one-night stand turn into this?

"Who do you think I am? It was one fucking mistake that I regret and have long forgotten by now." You stomped your foot like a child throwing a tantrum.

"I don't think Namjoon will take too kindly to it, though."

You then realised he knew your boyfriend's name without any context before. But that goes for your number, and literally anything other possible dirt or information he has on you. You assumed it was all things you idiotically opened up about on that wretched night.

"Okay, but he doesn't have to know?? Now can you just leave me alone and find some other girl to sleep with you."

"So you would prefer your leaked sex tape over seeing me? Man, that's harsh haha." 

Numb. You couldn't move, and you didn't want to. All you really wanted in the moment was Namjoon.

But you couldn't. You had to be strong and deal with it yourself. This was, afterall, the mess you've created behind his back.

"I'm not even going to question why you recorded that-"

"Great, I wasn't going to answer anyways."

"But fucking promise me that if I meet with you, it'll be the last, and that you will delete whatever footage you have."

"Sweetheart, that wasn't the deal."

Your eye twitches involuntarily, "You better take this deal or I'm suing."

"Oh, relax, I'm basically giving you a shot at fame as the new Kim K."

You fell silent, speechless at the amount of disrespect this man was treating you with. 

A deep chuckle erupted suddenly, "Fine, it's a deal, but bring a total of 5 grand with you. I assume you know where I live and such, so I except to see you this Friday. Good luck."

The person hung up, and you slowly brought the phone down from your ear, eyes fixated on the ground. 

Good luck with what?

Emotions swirled all throughout you, lurching and twisting, yet you kept repeating the same words in your mind to prevent yourself from going insane:

"I'm fine, I can handle this."

By the time Friday arrived, your anxiety had shot up, leaving you to deal with sleepless nights and turning towards caffeinated beverages to alleviate your tension. The thought of handing over $5,000 to this total stranger didn't even upset you as much. You could easily complete the transaction through online services and it would be fine, as long as you didn't have to face him. But you were too afraid to ask if that was a possibility, and you had a feeling that he based off his original proposition for you, he really just wanted to see you at least once more. You wanted to satisfy him for the last time, so he wouldn't go ahead and make any rash decisions about leaking the recordings.

Namjoon had called you on Thursday, inviting you out for a date to a new cafe he recently discovered. But no matter how much you wanted to accept his invitation and just forget all about the predicament you were stuck in, it terrified you to face him, knowing that the very next day, you would be meeting with the very person you had cheated on him with. 

A text from the strange man himself graced your early Friday morning. It woke you up from your daze, one in which you remained motionless in your bed, unblinkingly. While the coffee and teas were partially to blame, the stress you carried had a far greater effect on you and your overall health that week. You lifted yourself up to grab the phone off the nightstand, it's bright screen blinding your strained eyes. You were praying it was just your lovely boyfriend checking up on you. But instead, a cryptic message from none other than the mystery man greeted you:

Unknown: I hope you know that if you don't come over, I'll have no choice but to come get you myself.

You scoff at the threat, "How is he trying to sound intimidating when in reality, he actually knows nothing about me."

You shut off your phone, once again shrouded in the darkness of your bedroom. You decided to get up and prepare for the long day ahead of you.

While your memory was never the sharpest, you were still able to successfully find the fancy apartment in which the man resided in. But this time, you chose to dress business casual, as you were trying not to attract any attention, nor seem especially suspicious. Although it did suddenly feel a bit odd to be dressed so nicely as you stood in front of his door at 9 AM. The door creaks open, and a short male with dark chocolate hair, and soft eyes to match, blinks at you. It takes him a few seconds to register your appearance before his lips break out into a cocky smile.

"What a lovely surprise." He states sarcastically, something you don't catch, as he opens the door a bit wider and signals you to enter.

"Um sorry, is this the residence of.." You pause mid-sentence, realising your stupidity: you never got his name.....or at least, you couldn't remember it if he told you.

"Min Yoongi? Yes, this is his humble abode, welcome back."

You frowned at the last two words, but before you could question him about why he knew you were there, he interrupted you.

"I'm sure you brought the money we asked for?" The man asked gently and almost too sweetly to seem genuine.

"Yes, but I'd really like to know why this is some sort of collaborative effort. The both of you blackmail people?"

The man simply chuckles and bows before extending his hand out towards her, "The name's Park Jimin, Miss."

You push his arm down lightly while scowling at the man and enter the penthouse. As you walk past him, you clutch onto your purse tightly.

The two of you make your way to the living room, and he sits you down on a leather chair. He sits across from you on a couch and hunches forward. His elbows rest on is knee, and he folds his hands together, the two index fingers placed against his lips. His eyes rest on your figure, examining your body language, as you sit there squirming in your seat, alone and anxious. 

"Yoongi! Our guest is here." Jimin's eyes remain on you, and he twitches into a sly smirk when he sees you tense up at the name of the person you slept with.

The dreaded man himself finally walks out, rather strangely, you notice. It seemed as though he was in a drunken state, to the point that his intoxication got him high. He stumbles towards the couch where Jimin is and seats himself next to him.

You take note of the two's completely opposite appearances. Jimin's hair was of salon quality, the part in his hair so sharp and sleek. His polished attire, which consisted of a large trenchcoat layered over a turtleneck, along with a dark pair of trousers, made him appear as if he owned the entire complex. As for Yoongi, his wrinkled pajamas and tipsiness made him appear to be a lazy bum, and lacking of any care for manners. You know this because he came up to you, a rather bold move in and of itself, and hung his arm lazily around your shoulders. You cringe at the contact between the two of you, as well as the weight of his arms as he bounced around suddenly.

"Jimin!!! Get me a fountain drink from downstairs, would ya?' The grown man pouts at Jimin, swinging from side to side, to your annoyance.

Jimin shakes his head and gets up from the seat, putting his hands in the pockets of his trouser.

"First, I need what she came here for give."

You quickly nod your head at this, and throw Yoongi's arm off your shoulder. You grab your purse and rummage through it in search for your wallet. Once you find it, you pull out a wad of cash that was held together with a single hairtie, since you couldn't find any rubberbands.

Jimin snatches it from you, which startles you initially. He quickly thumbs through each $100 bill that was in the stack, and finishes faster than you expected.

"Clearly, they have done this before." You think to yourself.

Jimin smiles at you once more, slapping the stack against the palm of his hand, "Thank you, Miss. I'll take my leave now. Do what you want with her, Yoongi. But if there's nothing else to be said, then you are excused. It was nice to meet you, Y/N."

With that, Jimin hides the stack in the hidden pocket on the inner side of the trenchcoat, and exits the penthouse. 

Yoongi’s head falls sharply. You decide to ignore Jimins words and leave so you wouldn’t have to face the psycho behind you. But because he was facing the door, you would have to walk past him. But as you do, your wrist is caught by his iron-grip, and you stumble back. The back of your head meets is chest, and he closes in on you into a tight embrace, arms wrapped around your waist. He lets out a deep sigh, as though he had been holding it in.

"This is just right." Yoongi moans.

You cringe at the statement.

"Boy, what the fuck are you saying? Let go of me!"

His eyes flash in anger, his nails digging into your skin.

"I refuse to let another person go after just using me. Why should I be the side man, the rebound, the fuckboy?" Yoongi seethes viciously, ignoring your squeals. He then violently turns you around so you could face his gleaming eyes, his nails continue to claw into your shoulders, as you gaze at him in fear, with a hint of pain.

"It's my turn to use you." He switches between both of your dilated pupils.

"I'LL FUCKING CALL THE POLICE ON YOU IF YOU DON'T GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF OF ME RIGHT NOW!" You thrash in the harsh hold he has you in and scream at him, spit flying in his face.

Yoongi merely smirks at your weak attempts to scare him. You start to scream at the top of your lungs, to which he only winces at and instinctively covers your mouth with his palm. He grabs you into the same embrace, and walks backwards towards his hallway. You thrash even more the farther away you are from the door, wanting to run towards and out of it with all your might. The sight of the door becomes nonexistent eventually, as Yoongi drags you into the darkest part of the penthouse. You recognise the place where he pauses it: it was at the door in which your purse was placed in front of. You grew terrified at the thought of what might be in there, or what he planned to do to you in there. 

As your struggles from is grasp increase, Yoongi nonchalantly pulls out a key from is pockets with one and, and unlocks the door. As soon as it is opened, he throws you into the dark abyss, and stays at the door, blocking the way so you wouldn't escape. 

You groan from your fall, and hiss as you bend your body up to face him. Light pours through from behind him, making his features dark and unreadable. 

"Why me? I'm nothing special." was all you could muster, before tears start to stream your face.

"Indeed, you're nothing special. But you're mine."

He meant it when he said he didn't see anything special in her. Yoongi's blunt honesty was one of his most notable characteristics, and in this case, he couldn't lie about something this important. All he ever truly desired was attention and love from the women he slept with, even if it was his job, and that he was told to remain distant and professional with his coworkers, or rather, the victims of his group's schemes. However, he couldn't help but feel jealous; most of the men and women he slept with were in a relationship, but whether they just made a slip up or purposefully chose to cheat on their significant other, they would still be able to retreat back to a solid, stable relationship, especially in the cases were they bout into the blackmail.The boy couldn't help but feel envy, as he wanted something substantial to hold onto himself, rather than temporary lust, even if it did provide him his wealth.

Yoongi juggled with the expensive camera in his hand, inspecting it before turning it on to view the videos stored on it. With a look of insanity on his face, he played the last video recorded. He watched the act of infidelity eagerly, his heart beating quicker each time the content of the video escalated. After a few seconds, he paused it and headed towards a room down his hallway. He took out the key that opened the door from his pockets, entering the dark room with camera in hand. He slams the door behind him, then locks it from the inside. Even in the dark, he can spot the very person he is looking for. He walks up to the crouching figure, as they sit on a bed in the middle of the room. Yoongi touches their shoulder and sits next to them, ignoring the silent sobbing, and pushes the camera into their view, forcing them to watch the footage that was playing.

He leans over to their ear and whispers, "Let's reenact this once more. But now this time, since all you have is me, you can only focus and love me."

He rips apart the hands that conceal your face and reaches towards your trembling lips to capture them with his own. He takes pleasure from every moan that escapes your lips meekly, squeezing your waist so you could drop right under him. He gazes at your weak form under him, adrenaline rushing throughout his body as he realised he finally had someone to use for himself, only.

He chose you by chance. You had fallen into his trap once, just like the others, but this time, he would close all the gates and keep you locked in there for eternity.

For his keeping.

For his selfish needs.

For himself.

[isthemedia]

Ao3 Link

Chapter 1 NSFW

Chapter 2

Chapter 3 NSFW

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7 NSFW

Chapter 8

Chapter 9 NSFW

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15 NSFW

Chapter 16

(Since I will be working on Saturday I won’t be able to post on my usual days...so here’s an early post. The next chapter should be here Friday like usual. And Next week will resume usual updates) 

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                                                        Chapter 16

Shit shit! He had to stop grinning! He knew he was probably freaking out some of the other staff, or at the very least making them uncomfortable. But-but FUCK! H-he’s pretty much teaching!

Ok yeah substituting but still! Same diff! He chuckled to himself as he headed out of the faculty room and made his way down the hall.

Was nice of Tall Might to get him all set up with his folder, and notes. Though the guy REALLY needed help in the organization department.

Luckily he had enough time to rewrite the notes into some form of organized chaos. Didn’t wanna be completely loss on his first day.

Granted might be his only day, but hey! Still!  

“Yama-san!?”

He couldn’t stop his grin when he walked into the class and was greeted by Kirishima’s shout.

Fuck this was going to be awesome!

--

“Shouta lay down,” Nemuri insisted. She rushed to his room after getting his text...and had to wait almost five minutes before he’d let her in. When he finally did she took in his appearance.

He looked tired...but also on edge. She glanced over to the far end of the room where the window was open wide and the comforter was draped over the sill. She wasn’t going to ask.

“I’m fine!”

“You’re shaking, and you texted me.”

“I’m fine, don’t worry--”

“Shouta, you NEVER text me. Also, look at me when you talk.”

“I’m...I’m fine…”

Nemuri gave him a look.

Eventually he found himself lying down on his bed bare of all the sheets too. Nemuri wanted to ask but figured it wasn’t the best of times. She urged Shouta to lay down, having his head pillowed in her lap. When she finally coaxed him into doing so, the R Rated hero ran her fingers through his hair. “What’s bugging you?”

Shouta didn’t answer. He couldn’t. He felt his face flush as when he even thought about--

“Is it Mic?”

“Don’t,” he tried to threaten but it came out...weak. Shakey.

“Did he do something to the kids? Make a threat?” The R Rated hero asked as she looked to him.

“N-no...no he didn’t,” Shouta replied quietly. The...the blonde didn’t do anything. I-it was himself.

--

Mic eyed the electric user as he struggled with trying to write a response to each sentence on the worksheet during the entire class time. The more he looked over that kid’s work the more he started to piece together what his issue REALLY might be. The wave of relief that washed over him was apparent when the bell rang.

“Yo SparkPlug, I need to talk to ya,” Mic called causing the boy to freeze as he was packing up his stuff.

“Want us to wait?” Sero asked.

“N-nah it’s fine, shouldn’t be long, right Mic-san?”

“All depends on how willin’ you are ta talk.”

Kaminari flinched but nodded. And soon it was just the two of them. Mic tore up a sheet of paper into several square and wrote on them. “C’mere.”

Kaminari walked over, he still wasn’t sure whether or not he could really trust this guy. Sure Kirishima totally looked up to him...Uraraka and even Yaoyorozu seem to really like him too. But, he just wasn’t sure…

“Read this,” Mic said as he held up one of the pieces of paper. An English word written on it. Time to test it out.

“Brown,” Kaminari said.

“Uh-huh,” then he held up another. “This one?”

“Um...horse?” What the heck? What was this guy doing?

“This one?”

“D-B...dog.”

“Last one.”

“Crash?”

Mic studied the kid. “...so...do you know you’re dyslexic kid?”

Kaminari froze. Shit! H-how did...how did he figure it out!? “I-I’m not...I mean literature is my best subject! I mean I couldn’t read things like Hemmingway if I was,” He tried to laugh it off.

“Kid...just cause you’re reading is at a high level doesn’t mean you’re immune,” Mic sighed as he laid out the cards. “Ya got one right. Brown.” Then the next. “Hose, bog, and cash.”

“...I…don’t,” Kaminari began. “I use to have some trouble like when I was younger...I thought I outgrew it.”

“You DO know ya just do, outgrow, dyslexia right?”

Kaminari bit hip lip. Awww man this was so lame. It was embarrassing. Sure Being dumb could be thought of a some charming flaw, but have an actual learning disability…

Dude NOBODY saw those as charming or even attractive. Dammit why couldn’t he just be bad with English!?

“Gonna try something real quick,” Mic began as he tore up another few sheets of paper. Kaminari watched him as he wrote some words down, then he grabbed a highlighter. “Alright, we’re gonna do this again.”

Kaminari sighed and nodded.

“This one.”

The elecetric user blinked. The highlighter cut the word in half. “Ah...drown.”

Mic smirked. “This one?”

“Bride.”

Mic nodded. “How about these two?”

“Um...saw and...I think that one is actually spelled wrong,” he pointed to the card. The word was written as ‘peom’ when he was pretty sure it should be ‘poem’.

Green eyes lit up and grinned. “Nice catch! Tell ya what,” Mic started as he tossed the makeshift cards out; and pulled out the worksheet. Taking the same highlighter he marked every sentence the same way he did that last set of cards. “Try this again, I’ll let Tall Might know you’re doin this a make up.”

Kaminari took the sheet. “I-um….thank you.”

“Listen, kid,” Mic started as he gathered his own stuff. “You know pulling shit like, trying to ignore it, is just gonna make things harder for you?”

“I-it’s just...really lame. And...embarrassing.”

“Nah nah you frying your brain is embarrassing,” Mic barked out a laugh at the glare Kaminari gave him. “This...this is just, part of you.”

“I...guess...um…could we, NOT tell anyone about this?”

“Gonna need ta let Tall Might know.” How much did this kid know about having dyslexia?

“I mean...like the other kids.”

Mic sighed, alright good guess he knows a lot with that remark. At least, all the negative aspects of having it at least. “Sure kid, ya want it on the down low, sure I can do that.”

“T-thank you, Mic-san.”

--

Shouta let out a frustrated sound.

“Gonna talk now?” Nemuri asked with a teasing smile.

He huffed...but couldn’t stop himself. “He’s-he’s just-just...he’s...nice. He helps out so much. He helps at the food pantry. At the homeless and animal shelters. He gives piano lessons at the orphanage, h-he risked his life because he couldn’t use his Quirk!”

“Because he knew that he can’t direct it...let alone what that would have meant for all those places if word got out of who he was. And what would happen to U.A. too,” Nemuri added.

“Exactly! H-he...he wanted the school’s safety too,” Shouta agreed as he threw his hands up. “And my kids love him! He knows how to talk to them. They go to him when there’s...personal stuff that I...I just suck with.”

Nemuri nodded. “Even some of Kan’s kids are going to him too.”

Shouta threw an arm over his eyes as he bit his lip. Goddammit. Just...fucking goddammit! “He’s loud...obnoxious...and even though he’s smart he does dumb shit all the time too,” Shouta choked out.

“Oh Shouta,” Nemuri cooed. She can’t recall the last time he actually cried. Not even after the USJ, or the attack on the training camp.

“He..he risked his safety for my kids...he can’t go anywhere now. Villains hate him, heroes do too--but he just! He just keeps going! I...I can’t--”

Maybe, Emi was onto something. “When did you start liking him this much Shouta?” Nemuri asked.

“I...I don’t…”

“Shouta, dear, don’t lie to yourself.” “I-I’m...I’m not!” Shouta denied.

“Uh-huh,” Nemuri sighed.

“I don’t...like him…” He didn’t like him. He definitely didn’t hate him, but he didn’t like him. He lo--oh fuck.

Oh no.

No…

Nonononono!

“Shouta?” Nemuri asked, the Eraser hero falling quiet. She felt him shake a little. He moved his arm from his face, so he could dig his hand in his hair.

“Shit! I-Nemuri-I! I…Oh God!” He couldn’t breathe. The realization struck him so hard he just couldn’t!

“Shouta! Shouta, calm down, breathe!”

‘Breathe, Eraser,’ He could hear Mic’s voice repeat in his head. Tears stung his eyes as he choked on his next words.

“I...think...I think I love him…”

It was quite between them. Shouta’s breathes were still coming out ragged.

“Oh Shouta honey…” Nemuri whispered as the Eraser hero covers his mouth to stifle any sounds coming from him. She frowned; how did Emi see this before any of them?

--

Kaminari sighed as he looked over the worksheet as he sat on the couch in the main area of the common room. He had to admit it WAS easier to read this time.

“What are we working on today?”

Kaminari jumped. “Oh um Hey Aoy--um, Yu-chan,” he corrected himself when he saw how they’re dressed right now; long shirtdress belted at the waist and obnoxiously shiny silver leggings. Must’ve changed right after classes. “Ah the...English stuff from today.”

“Ah Yama-san is letting you redo it?” They asked as the took an open spot by him.

“Y-yeah…” Kaminari hesitated and tried to hide the worksheet. He didn’t want to explia--

“Hey Denki!”

Fuck. “Hey Hanta,” Kaminari sighed.

Sero leaned over the back of the couch, arms draping over Aoyama. “And hey there too Yu-chan. What’s up?”

“Nothing, I...I think I’m heading to my room,” the electric user said as he gathered his things, the worksheet slipping. He choked and tried to make a dive for it, only for Sero to shoot out a length of tape, catching it, and pulling it to him.

“Hey neat, what’s with the highlighter?” Sero asked as he looked over it.

“I think blue would have been easier on the eye,” Aoyama said as the nodded their head agreeing with themself.

“I-it’s nothing! Give that back,” Kaminari snapped.

“Whoa whoa alright, here,” Sero sighed. “I don’t see what has you so worked up though. I mean can you turn that in looking like that? We’re told no additional mark--”

“I’M DYSLEXIC OKAY! J-just leave me alone,” he shouted as he took off.

“Ah Denki! Wait,” Sero chased after as Aoyama got up from the couch.

Kaminari ran all the way to his room and slammed the door, pressing his back up against it.

“Denki, come on!” Sero knocked. “Open up! What’s the big deal?”

“I’m suppose to be cool! Learning disabilities are lame! A-and some think their just...gross and--”

“Who the hell thinks that!?” Sero exclaimed. “Sorry but seriously whoever thinks that is an asshole.”

“It’s true!” Kaminari shouted through his closed door. “Shit I remember in elementary school and even in middle school guys just picking on kids who had them! There was no WAY I was going to come out and say I was.”

“So you thought it would just be easier to have everyone think you are dumb?”

“Shut up Yu-chan it worked!”

Aoyama smirked at the admission, as Sero snickered a bit.

“Denki come on...it’s not that bad.”

“It TOTALLY is Hanta!”

“Sounds like you’re just not wanting to try,” the tape user huffed. “Listen I don’t get the deal with you, but, seriously...Denki, it’s not the end of the world. So you mix up letters and stuff, that’s not going to make people look at you differently.”

“Maybe.”

“Yu-chan shut up,” Sero hissed as the blonde giggled.

“Well, he’s using it as a way to be lazy and not try. Here I thought that he was just, you know...an airhead,” Aoyama shrugged. “I’m sure he’d be doing better if his...ah, ego is it, wasnt’ in the way.”

“It’s not my ego!” Kaminari argued.

“It’s so your ego,” the two said in unison.

“Shut up!”

“What’s going on out here now?”

“Yama-san!” Aoyama smiled.

“Hey Shining Girl, Spiderboy,” Mic waved. “What’s going on?”

“Denki’s just being over dramatic,” Sero sighed.

“SparkPlug? What’s going on?”

“This is your fault! You and the stupid worksheet!”

Mic blinked and sighed. “...how much research have you done on it SparkPlug?”

“I...why should I tell you?!”

The Voice villain sighed as he looked up at the ceiling inwardly praying to whatever was out there to give him strength. “Because those numbers scared you maybe?”

“Numbers?” Sero asked.

“Ya know, fucking  statistics? Hell, they state that 35%  of high school dropouts are dyslexic,” Mic stated. “Fucking 50% of teens in some sorta rehab is dyslexic? Shit,60% reported juvenile delinquents have it!”

“...it’s 70% now,” Kaminari corrected so quietly, that it almost wasn’t heard behind the door.

"Not ta mention dyslexics just feel ashamed because they are fucking stuck with this stigma that they're lazy or just dumb or just don't try hard enough. And they just buy inta it because they’re already labeled.”

“Dude...bro, you really think about yourself?” Sero asked. There was no answer. “Denki! Dude you’re so not like that! I mean...you kinda are but like do ya wanna be like that?”

“No! I-Why would I!?”

“Besides the fact that you ARE acting like it?” Aoyama pointed out.

There was silence on the other side of the door for a few moments. Then it slowly opened, and Kaminari was blushing. “...you don’t...think I’m...dumb or gross...right?”

“Dumb yes, but no for being dyslexic,” Sero smiled softly.

“And quite the opposite of gross, I ALMOST would saw dazzling, but that’s me.”

“So...Sparkplug, you gonna try on that homework now?” Mic asked.

Kaminari nodded some. “Y-yeah...t-thanks, um...Y-Yama-san.”

Mic blinked as he blushed a bit. Wasn’t he calling him Mic-san earlier? What gives?

--

Shouta sighed as he finally pulled himself out of his bed. Nemuri left a few hours ago, and he dozed off. Slowly he climbed out of bed. Maybe he could make himself some tea. Clear his head a bit.

He blushed slightly, the confession he made still fresh in his head.

Quietly he made his way to the kitchen. It was dark and really hard to see…

Ah wait when did he last up his eye drops in?

He fumbled and dug into his hoodie’s pouch to see if they didn’t end up falling out while he was laying down. Fingers brushing the little bottle, he grabbed it and pulled it out.

Fuck, he really couldn’t see like this.

“Eraser?”

Shouta froze. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck…

Mic coughed a little. “So um...e-everything alright?”

He didn’t answer. H-he needed to get away. He needed to go. Now!

When Shouta turned around he didn’t expect to bump right into the blonde. He jumped back a bit. Shit when did he get so quiet!?

“Holy fuck,” Mic said softly as he gently cupped Shouta’s face. “Shit, your eyes look really bad...like worse than usual.”

“I-it’s...fine,” the hero managed to get out. ‘His hands...are pretty warm…’

“Gimme those,” Mic huffed as he dropped one hand from Shouta’s face to take the eyedrops from the hero’s limp hold. “Tilt your head back, yeah like that.” The other hand stayed gently guiding the Eraser hero’s head back.

Shouta’s heart was racing. Too close...too close!

Or...was it, not close enough?

He gasped a bit when the first drop took him by surprise. Mic couldn’t suppress the small giggle as he proceeded with the other eye.  “There. Betcha that feels a lot better now.” The blonde set the bottle back into Shouta’s hand as he pulled away.

Shouta blinked a few times, and the blonde came a bit more into focus. He was...smiling. That warm smile.

He ran, pushing the blonde aside. Leaving the other stunned.

Mic watched as the hero...his hero ran out. H-he looked...he looked like he was afraid. Afraid of…

Him.

W-what did he do?

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A/N: Allow me to just put my grubby lil dyslexic mitts all over Kaminari cause I can mawahaha. Also Tactile!Sero...I want it as a thing GDit.

But in all seriousness I just always pictured Kaminari like this. He's well-read and fairly articulate for being the "dumb kid".

TEDxTalks has this amazing video that talks about how an adolescent with dyslexia can end up viewing themselves and form how they act socially

[ryugasama]

Ren X Reader- Best Friends Forever (Boyfriend to Death 2)

(I do not own boyfriend to death or Ren, they belong to their original owners. Here is the link to the game- http://boyfriendtodeath.com )

Y/N: Acck!~

You fell to the floor choking with the collar around your neck, bolts of electricity shocking you every second. Ren smiled pushing the button on the remote again and again and again. Tears filled your eyes while Ren laughed watching you squirm on the floor.

Ren: Maybe next time you’ll obey what I tell you to do.~

Another shock went through your whole body, you tired to scream but nothing came out. Ren smiled satisfied and put the remote back into his pocket.

Ren: Now wait here, I’ll go and get you something to eat.

He stepped over you and went to the kitchen, you laid there in pain not wanting to move.

Why does this happen to me?

You forced yourself to get up and crawl to the couch laying on the soft cushions. Ren came back in with a smile on his face and a plate of food.

Ren: Here you go!

He sat you up straight and handed you the plate, you took it forcing a smile.

I don’t want to get shocked again, so I guess I have to be nice.

Y/N: Thank you Ren.

Ren: You’re welcome!

You took a bite of the food, it didn’t taste that bad but, you really didn’t want anything off of him.

Ren: Does it taste good?

Y/N: Yes it does.

His ear perked up and his tail swished back and forth happily.

Ren: Yay! I’m so glad you like it!

He took your empty plate and ran back to the kitchen to wash it. You got up and quietly searched around the house for a way out, there was nothing. All the doors were shut tight, the windows needed some type of key to open them.

Ren: Hey Y/N!

You jumped and spun around quick to face Ren, he smiled joyfully at you.

How can someone who look so innocent be so evil?

You stared at him waiting to speak.

Ren: You must be tired, come and I’ll show you to your room.

He grabbed your hand firmly and pulled you out of the room you were in. He led you into a bed room. It was neat and smelled like lavender, the bed was nicely set up.

Ren: You’ll be sleeping here for now on. Make yourself at home and get a good night sleep.

He walked out and looked at you before closing the door, his eyes narrowed.

Ren: And don’t try to escape, or I will give you another round of shocks.

You watched him leave and sighed sadly. 

Am I really stuck in this place forever?

You jumped onto the warm bed and closed your eyes trying to relax.

Ugh, this sucks.

You drifted off to sleep wishing this was all a dream.

Later…

Ren: Hey, hey get up Y/N!

When you turned over and moaned you heard him growl and felt a jolt of electricity move through out your entire body. Your eyes fluttered open and you fell off the bed with a yelp.

Ren: Good morning!

He smiled down at you showing his fangs, his ears wiggling.

Y/N: Uh…. morning.

Ren: Come down stairs, I made breakfast and we got company!

Company?

He skipped out of the room and down the stairs, you followed short after. There was a lovely aroma coming from the kitchen, you walked in to see a table full of food and someone waving at you. You stared uneasily.

Ren: Y/N, this is Lawrence.

The stood up and held out his hand politely.

Lawrence: Good morning Y/N, it’s nice to meet you.

You looked at him and shook his hand.

He didn’t do nothing to me, so I might as well be nice.

Y/N: Pleasure is mine.

Ren jumped up and down happily and squealed.

Ren: Look at us all getting a long like friends!

While Ren walked over towards the table to sit down, you noticed Lawrence was acting strange. He was glaring at Ren and was acting disgusted.

What’s his problem?

You wondered and took a seat next to Ren, eating whatever was there. It didn’t take you long to finish, you weren’t that hungry anyways. You played with your food not paying attention to Ren and Lawrence’s actions. You fell off your chair when you heard a loud bang that made your ears ring. Lawrence was slumped in his chair with a bullet in his chest and fresh blood running down his front, Ren standing up with smoke coming from the tip of his gun.

What the fuck?!

Y/N: Wh-what did you do?!

Ren looked at you with a evil smirk and narrowed eyes reloading the gun.

Ren: Don’t worry, he’s not dead, not yet at least. Here.

He forced the gun into your hands and made you point it at Lawrence. The poor man stared back at you pleadingly, helplessly. Your arms shook and you tried to put the gun down, but Ren wouldn’t let you.

Ren: Do it, do it now!

I-I can’t do this, he’s crazy!

Ren: Do it.~

He said in a cold voice. You stared at Lawrence with tears in your eyes.

I-I can’t.

You elbowed Ren in the stomach hard and made a run for it accidentally dropping the gun.

Shit!

Ren sighed while you ran and finished Lawrence off with a bullet to the head, his body pushed off the chair by the force. You tried to look for a place to hide desperately, but Ren knew this place inside and out, he will surely find you soon enough. Your eyes darted to the door, it seemed as though Ren didn’t lock it or put the alarms on.

This is my chance!

You ran to the door and outside, it wasn’t worth it. The electric collar went off giving you nothing but choking, eye watering shocks. You laid on the grass struggling to get it off, but failed.

Ren: Y/N, there you are! Come back inside, I want to play with you.~

He took you by your arms and dragged you back inside closing the door shut lightly behind you. The shock stopped, but you couldn’t move at all.

Ren: Let’s play in a sound proof room, shall we?

He dragged you down the basement stairs and tied you up to a metal pole against the wall. You watched him weakly put his hand on a cooling box and whisper to himself.

Ren: This is for you old pal.

Old pal?

He came back over to me and pulled out a big hunter knife, his evil grin only getting wider.

Y/N: Ren, why are you doing this?

He looked at the cooling box sadly, then back at you.

Ren: Long ago I had a friend. He was the only one who care for me, who appreciated me for who and what I am, unlike my family and normals like yourself. That shock collar you have, that used to be mine, he made it for me so I could wear it and be safe.

Your curiosity got the best of you and you started asking questions.

Y/N: Be safe is being trapped inside the house and shocking you forever?

Ren: No, he was my friend!

Y/N: By the looks of it, he wasn’t.

He growled at you and pointed the gun to your head.

Ren: YES HE WAS!

You stood quiet to let him finish speaking.

Ren: He always protected me, fed me, clothed me. Always putting me first before anything else. Then, it happened….

His eyes got watery and he looked away, even though you were terrified, you couldn’t help but feel sorry for this kid.

Y/N: What happened?

Ren: You see how you are right now? All tied up, scared?

Y/N: Yes…

Ren: He would always bring people home and hurt them, kill them. And one night, he did the same thing. The person retaliated against him, and they both ended up dying….

He let a heart broken sob come out of him and he turned around to avoid eye contact, his ears and tail drooping sadly.

Ren: I was worried when he was taking a long time than usual down here and came to check it out. He was on the floor covered in blood. He asked me to help him, he begged me, he sounded scared and sad at the same time….. And what did I do? I-I just stood there like a idiot and watched him die. I remember the look on his face, he looked so hurt and betrayed….. I-I’m sorry Strade…. I’m sorry…. I should’ve helped you, I’m sorry!

He sniffed looking at the cooler box trying to dry his eyes.

Was this Strade guy in that thing?

Ren: And now that he’s gone-

He turned around to you again still crying but sounding deadly putting the gun back to your head.

Ren: I will continue doing his dirty work in his honor!

You looked at him terrified and pleadingly, shaking your head.

Y/N: R-Ren, please…..

Ren: Don’t worry Y/N, you will soon join my friend Strade and you will be my second Best Friend Forever.~

Y/N: Ren…. No, no PLEASE!

There was a loud bang, and darkness soon came afterwards. Your body slumped down to the floor and you managed to utter your last words.

Y/N: R-Ren….~

                  You Died, You’re Ren’s Best Friend Forever

[anoldwound]

And My Wasted Heart Will Love You - Kurt/Finn [Glee]

Title:

And My Wasted Heart Will Love You

Characters/Pairings:

Kurt/Finn

Rating:

PG-13

Spoilers/Warnings:

Some slight sexual content

Word Count:

~3000

Summary:

I'm supposed to be trying to get over him, and instead I invite him over to my house for an imaginary party. Oh, God... what am I going to

wear

?!

A/N:

I have no clue if I got these characters right, but I gave it a shot. Kurt was absolutely, positively certain that he was going to be alone for the rest of his life. Call it Drama Queen Syndrome if you want, but it was still true, and he was in the mood for sitting around his room moping and feeling sorry for himself. He absently stabbed his desk with the pencil he was supposed to be doing his Algebra homework with as Joni Mitchell played in the background, and he thought about Finn's smile and his eyes and the way they would look at him sometimes, inspiring a small germ of hope inside his chest, only to be quashed the instant he remembered that Finn loved Quinn and not him – and would never love him, ever. Unless he was secretly bisexual. He could at least be a little bi-curious, right? Right?

No, he isn't,

Kurt angrily told himself, focusing his attention back to the imaginary numbers equation he was supposed to be doing. Imaginary numbers. Imaginary, like the entire fantasy world he had constructed around –

STOP IT.

Oh, God. He was so, so pathetic. His forehead hit his desk with a light thud. How was he supposed to concentrate on anything when his life was so... so

sad

? “Kurt?” The door cracked open slightly. Kurt looked up to see his dad peeking through the doorway at him. “Dinner's ready.” He gave a heavy sigh. “I'll be right out...” “Why is your room so dark? Is everything all right?” “No. But I don't want to talk about it.” A pause. “Okay.” The slit of light from the hallway disappeared, and Kurt sighed again. He switched off the lone desk lamp that illuminated his stupid homework that was utterly pointless, just like his pointless life and his pointless love for Finn. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to breathe in anything he could from the air around him, like some kind of courage, courage to get over Finn, courage to find something else to occupy his thoughts with, instead of this ceaseless aching in his heart. He remembered one time at football practice, as he forced himself to stare at his feet in the locker room instead of the men in various states of undress around him. He curled his toes and tapped his feet together three times. You could see some of the veins around his ankles. His eyes flicked over to the feet next to his, Finn's feet, pale like his but bigger. You could see the veins around his ankles as well, only they were not as delicate as his own. He idly wondered if he ought to suggest he and Finn go to a tanning booth together as Finn grabbed a dirty white sock and yanked it on. “Finn,” he said, jerking his head up. Finn looked over. “Yeah, what's up?”

Oh God, he's not wearing a shirt.

He felt a blush creep up his neck, which he began scratching nervously. “We're really pale.” He stared. “Um... yeah, I guess so.” “I hear there's a new tanning salon in the town center... do you wanna go there with me sometime?”

Oh my God, why am I asking him this, why in the world would he want to go to a tanning booth, what is wrong with me, oh my God why is he still not wearing a shirt?!

“Well... I mean, I guess it sounds... uh... well, you have fun.” He patted him on the shoulder and stood up, drying his hair with the towel as he walked away. Kurt gazed forlornly after him and wished that there was a way to travel back in time so you could kick your own ass before you said idiotic things to the man you were desperately in love with. Presently, Kurt picked his head up off of his desk and splayed his hands on top of his worksheet. Perfectly manicured nails, soft, white skin, the black cuffs of his new Calvin Klein top perfectly folded into neat triangles. Always impeccably dressed, with flawlessly coiffed hair, the height of fashion and fabulousness – why did nobody love him the way he wanted to be loved? He wasn't ever going to find anyone. He was always going to fall for the unattainable straight guy, and that was that. “Kurt! Your dinner's gonna get cold!” “I'm coming, I'm coming!” he yelled back. The smell of Chinese food wafted through the air as he opened the door, and it reminded him of Finn for no reason other than everything reminded him of Finn. *** The bell rang for second period and Kurt's feet were taking him to the hallway where Finn's locker was located, even though it was nowhere near his next class. Finn always went to his locker before second period to get his science textbook, and normally Kurt would feel like a stalker for knowing this but he had found that out completely by accident one day, so whatever. His heels clacked against the linoleum, and his heart began racing when he saw Finn coming down the opposite end of the hallway. Finn looked distracted, and headed immediately to his locker, hands fumbling at the lock. Kurt's heart was practically thumping in his stomach as he got closer (why did he always have this reaction, he saw Finn almost every single day, God he was such a mess), and he took a shuddering breath before he said, “Hello, Finn.” “Hey,” Finn mumbled, not looking at him. He finally got his locker open and grabbed his textbook. “How's it hanging?” “Fine, thank you.” Kurt gripped the strap of his satchel tightly. “Yourself?” “Not great.” He slammed his locker shut. “Quinn's acting weird again.” He hesitated, then turned to face him. “You wouldn't happen to know more about this pregnancy hormone stuff than I do, would you?” “Sorry. Can't help you there.” He smiled. “Maybe you should look it up on Google or something. The World Wide Webs.”

The World Wide Webs? What?

“I did. I still don't really get it, though,” Finn said, breaking eye contact. They stood there in silence for a few more seconds, Kurt drinking in Finn's face while Finn stood there uncomfortably. Finally Finn said, “Well, I should head to class now, I guess.” “Yeah. Have fun.” Kurt stood rooted to the spot as Finn brushed past him. He felt his chest constrict with pain and the smile faded from his face. On an impulse, he spun around and cried, “Wait!” Finn stopped in his tracks and turned around. “Yeah?” “Um – ”

crap gotta think of something

" – there's gonna be a little get-together at my house tonight. For Glee. Pump us up before sectionals. Do you wanna come?” Finn grinned. “Yeah, sure! Sounds awesome.” “Great! I'll see you at five tonight.” “See ya!” He waved and continued along his way. Kurt's grin froze like his teeth were simply clenching.

Oh Dear Lord.

There were, of course, no actual plans for a get-together. What on earth was he going to

do

?

I'm supposed to be trying to get over him

, he lectured himself in Algebra a few minutes later, as the teacher went over the homework he had never managed to finish.

And instead I invite him over to my house for an imaginary party. Oh, God... what am I going to

wear

?!

Kurt waited until the teacher's back was turned, then discreetly pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and began to text Mercedes.

Mercedes u need to come ovr 2 my house 2night wat y bcuz I told finn there was gonna b a prty but there isnt boi wat iz tha matta wit u idk but u have to come or im screwd cant i have planz but lemme txt tina k thnx

He flipped his phone closed and exhaled slowly. It was going to be okay.

Somebody

had to be free tonight, right? *** Nobody was free that night. Kurt laid down on his bed at 4:45 pm, his face smothered with the silk shirts and black pants spread out across his duvet. What was he going to

do

? It was going to look like he set this up on purpose. He was even wishing that Finn was bringing Quinn, although he probably wasn't, since she had left rehearsal early because she wasn't feeling well.

Oh, God. Okay, do NOT have a panic attack.

He sat up straight and smoothed his hair.

This is completely manageable. Just tell him the truth – that everyone was busy and that it's just me and him, and he can leave if he wants. Okay? Okay.

First, though, there was the urgent matter of his ensemble. After selecting the appropriate outfit (his Alexander McQueen sweater and some nice, form-fitting tuxedo pants by Oscar de la Renta), the doorbell rang. “I'll get it!” he yelled, and ran upstairs to answer the door. Just before opening it he took a deep breath and pulled down his shirt. “Hello,” he said, smiling up at Finn, who was alone. “Hey.” He looked inside. “Where is everybody?” “They were all busy,” Kurt said, tucking his hair behind his ear. “Jerks, the lot of them!” He chuckled faintly. “So... it's just you and me?” He looked wary. “Yeah. But you can just leave if you want; it's fine,” Kurt said hastily. “I'll reschedule. No biggie.” He waved his hand around like a buffoon and promptly wanted to commit suicide. “Eh...” Finn shoved his hands in his pockets and rocked his feet back and forth. “I guess I can stay for a little while. I don't have anything else to do.” Kurt's heart leaped. “Well... okay, then!” He stepped aside. “C'mon in!” “That sucks that everyone just canceled on you,” Finn said as he entered. “Well, to be fair, I only came up with the idea last night.” Kurt shut the door closed. “I shouldn't have expected that everyone could make it on such short notice.” “Ah.” Suddenly, Kurt's dad came out from his bedroom. “Hey Kurt, what's – ” He froze as he caught sight of Finn. “...Hello.” “Dad! This is Finn Hudson. You remember him?” He stared at Finn almost suspiciously. “Yeah. You're the quarterback, right?” Finn nodded. “He's also in Glee, Dad.” His dad's eyes slipped over to his. “What's he doing here?” “T-there was gonna be a party. For Glee. But no one else could come.” Kurt gave him as much of a “BACK OFF” look as he could without Finn noticing. “Huh.” He looked back at Finn. “You're the guy with the pregnant girlfriend?” “...Yes?” “Hmmph.” He looked him up and down, then said to Kurt, “Keep the door open, okay?” “

Dad!

”

Oh my God I am going to KILL HIM.

“It's not

like that

.” “Yeah, well...” He scratched his head and turned back in the direction of his room. “I'm gonna... go now...” He took one last look at Finn, then at Kurt, before he went back in his room and closed the door. “Oh my God, I am

so

sorry,” Kurt immediately apologized. Finn put a hand up. “Don't be. It's all right. Parents are weird and embarrassing. It's like a law of nature.” “Thanks.” He tucked his hair behind his ear again. “So, what do you wanna do?” He thought for a few seconds, then exclaimed, “Oh, dude! There's this hilarious YouTube video you have to check out! C'mon!” Finn grabbed Kurt's arm and started heading down the hallway. Kurt felt his skin go prickly and warm and cold all at the same time. “Wait... where's your room?” “You're heading in the right direction, don't worry.”

He's going to be in my room. Where my bed is. Fffffff –

“Oh, okay.” He let go of Kurt's arm and they went downstairs. Finn sat at Kurt's desk and clicked on Firefox. “I saw this yesterday and I just about died laughing. I think you'll like it.” “I can't wait.” Kurt dragged another chair over and crossed his legs. He was so close to Finn he could smell his aftershave. Finn eagerly went onto YouTube and found the video. “Here it is. You're gonna laugh, I promise.” Finn was right; Kurt was laughing so hard his stomach hurt. Finn was laughing as well, and they collided into each other several times as they rocked back and forth in their chairs and sang along, and Kurt would've sworn that Finn was doing it on purpose if he didn't know any better. Once the video was over, Kurt said, “I think we have an inside joke for life now – 'I'm a little man, and I'm also evil, also into cats'.” Finn chortled. “Nobody's gonna get it. It'll be awesome.” They both giggled, but the laughter faded away until they were simply staring at each other. For once, Finn didn't look away. “What should we do now?” Finn asked. “Well... any more absurdly funny YouTube videos?” He felt his heart go

thump thump thump

. “None that I can think of.” He finally averted his gaze. “Have any good movies? Or maybe I should leave.” “Why?” he asked quietly. “I dunno. Maybe I'm intruding.” “You're not intruding,” Kurt whispered.

What am I doing? This can't possibly end well. Snap out of it, Kurt Hummel.

“Um...” Finn shifted in his seat. “Okay. S-so... what movies do you have?” He abruptly stood up and inched away. “I have lots of movies. Depends on what you're in the mood for. Drama, comedy... romance...”

Seriously, what am I doing?! Stop making sad attempts to flirt! Jesus Christ.

“A comedy sounds good.” He looked decidedly nervous. Kurt tried to compose himself. “Great! The DVD rack is over there.” He pointed at the rack next to his TV. Finn picked up one of the DVDs and smirked. “Spider-Man.” “I don't believe that falls into the realm of 'comedy', but feel free to put it in anyway.” Kurt propped his feet up on Finn's vacated seat. His feet tingled. “I wouldn't think you'd like this kind of movie.” “Spider-Man is Spider-Man. Also, James Franco is ridiculously hot.” Finn laughed and put the DVD in, then sat awkwardly on the edge of Kurt's bed. Kurt felt himself begin to get... well,

excited

, so he took his feet off the chair and crossed his legs again.

The Holocaust. The time you found Dad's porn stash in the linen closet. Maggots. Lots and lots of maggots.

After a minute or so of that he calmed down and watched the movie with Finn, valiantly fighting the strong urge to jump on his bed and pin Finn down and start making out with him. They were about twenty minutes into the movie when Finn said, “Listen, Kurt – ” His breath caught in his throat. “Yes?” “We're... we're friends, right?” “I like to think so.” “Then – can I be honest with you?”

Oh, boy. Here it comes. Rejection City.

“Absolutely.” He braced himself. Finn cleared his throat. “I'm sure I'm gonna seem completely full of myself when I say this, but – I keep getting the feeling lately that, like, you have this... this thing for me? Or something? I'm probably just reading too much into it. I don't want to sound like one of those guys who thinks all gay dudes are in love with him or something, I just – yeah.” Kurt found himself almost unable to form coherent syllables. “Yeah – well – sure, I could understand where you, uh, may have gotten that, um, impression.” “Really? So there's nothing to it, then?” This was it. The moment of truth. Was he going to chicken out and say no, or was he going to admit it? Finn looked at him expectantly. “Well...?” Kurt took a deep breath. “It's... true.” He blinked. “Oh.” “Yes. I do sort of... have a... thing for you.” He felt like he was going to throw up. Every inch of him was trembling. “I'm sorry.” “Don't apologize, Kurt,” Finn said. He looked sad. “

I'm

the one who should be sorry. You deserve better than to be into

me

.” “You shouldn't sell yourself short like that, Finn.” “That's not what I meant. What I meant was...” He walked over and sat in the chair next to Kurt. “You deserve to like someone who can, you know... feel the same way towards you.” Kurt said nothing. Every molecule in his body felt like it was just dowsed in ice cold water. “I'm really sorry, man.” Finn bit his lip. “We're still friends though, right? I still think you're really awesome. And you're gonna find a... a great guy someday, and you're gonna be happy.” Kurt half-smiled. “I hope so, at least.” He smiled back. “You will.” He looked down at the floor and rubbed his neck. “Do you want me to leave now?” Kurt was silent for a moment, then said, “No. It's fine. Let's keep watching the movie.” “Okay. Cool.” Finn patted him on the knee and turned to face the television. Kurt bit back the screams of humiliation in his head and turned to the TV as well, feeling his heart break into a million tiny pieces.

What are you so upset about? You knew this was coming,

he thought.

Yes, but that doesn't make it hurt any less.

He stared numbly at the television, his hand resting where Finn's hand had just touched him, and they watched Spider-Man together, and that was that. And that was all it was ever going to be.