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unabashegirl · 5 years ago

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“What are you doing up?”

Author’s note: How is this man REAL? I still don’t understand how God could have ever created someone so beautiful...

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The warm-toned colors of sunrise filtered through the tall, windows leading out to the balcony. The reflection of the sun against the ocean illuminated their quiet bedroom. They had forgotten to shut the blinds and pull down the blackout of the room. Hence, why Y/N’s face was completely exposed to the soft afternoon light. Consequently, waking her up from her slumber.

Y/N’s eyes fluttered open as she processed her surroundings and woke the rest of her body. She covered her mouth as she yawned and stretched out her back and limps. She rolled over, facing upwards as her hands pushed her hair out of the way. She admired the beautiful and probably very expensive chandelier that hung from the ceiling. She hasn't noticed it before, but how could she? The last forty-eight hours had been hectic and all over the place but incredibly dreamy.

She was still flushed when she had arrived home that afternoon. Her hair was still slightly damp even though her work out had ended forty minutes ago. She had stopped for groceries because her boyfriend was coming back from an extensive work trip. Y/N had planned to cook his favorite meal and cozy up on the couch while he reminisced about the trip. Her plan was short-lived when she opened the door of her apartment and found him waiting for her by the entrance.

She immediately dropped the bags by the entrance and threw her body on his. Her arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, not even flinching at the loud sound of her sunglasses hitting the hardwood floor.

”yeh miss me, lovey?” Harry’s big smile splattered on his face, the same smile that she has always praised and adored since the very first day. She squeezed his cheeks while peppering kisses all over his face after a long waited passionate kiss.

”This is ticklish” Y/N referred to the stubble that he had grown since he had felt. ”How do you manage to make everything attractive?” She mumbles as Harry stares down at her with adoration.

”I could ask you the same, love” His own hands running down the sides of her tight workout clothes. ”I’ve missed you so much” He had grown accustomed to sleeping next to her; touring and sleeping in different hotel rooms on his own — had become a challenge. He hated it, but he loved it too. He loved that he had become so attached to her that he missed her presence. He didn't have to touch her. Harry missed the faint smell of her Chanel perfume scattered on the pillows and comforter. He just liked knowing that was beside him and close by. It brought him serenity.

“Me too” On the other hand, she had missed hearing him hum and sing in the shower. She had missed waking up to him in the kitchen, making fresh coffee, in a white towel, barefoot with wet hair. ”Are you hungry?” Y/N asked remembering the whole reason why she hadn't been home earlier. She pulled away to go pick up the bags by the entrance.

”I am” Harry stands back and watches her bent down, taking his time to admire her body and appearance. ”Have you been doing squats or something?” he bluntly asks after noticing her bottom looked rounder than last time. Y/N giggled and shook her head before standing straight back up.

”Nothing gets past you, does it?”

”at least nothing that has to do with you” He took the bags from her before she could take any further steps. ”you didn't answer my question” Harry yelled back from the kitchen while she locked the front door.

”I am. Just wanted it to be nicer” She shrugged as she walked into the kitchen and found him taking the groceries out of the bags. She also had read a few comments on an Instagram profile that posted about celebrity couples. They picked her apart and criticized every single inch of her body. She had felt pretty shitty for a few days, but she would never tell Harry. After all, she knew that she wasn’t supposed to be reading comments. Harry had always warned her.

”Trust me. It was already nice,” he added. There he was again, uplifting her and making her feel flawless. It has been two years since they met at an event in Los Angeles through mutual friends and she still didn't get used to cheeky yet sweet comments.

”How was LA?” The night they met, Y/N had just gone for a drink after being pressured by her friend. It was a party at a small intimate bar with a bunch of celebrities. To this day, she still doesn't know what the party was celebrating.

”It was fine. I saw a few of our friends. They asked about you” As a matter of fact, they seemed slightly disappointed that she wasn’t accompanying him. His friends preferred her, but he didn’t care. He also preferred her. Harry was the first to approach the night they first met. After seeing her standing by the bar looking lonely. One of his terrible jokes was enough to break the ice and cause her to smile.

”I guess I'll have to visit more often” She liked traveling with Harry, but the tour was just around the corner. Therefore, she needed to straighten everything out before departing. “I was thinking of making your favorite meal” Harry looked up to her, biting his lips with a slight frown. ”What?”.

”Change of plans. You are going to go upstairs and pack a bag” He ordered her as he rested his elbows on the kitchen counter. Then it was Y/N’s turn to frown.

”A bag? For what? What do I pack? Where are we going? You just got here,” She bombarded him with questions. Harry very mischievously, shrugged then leaned over to grab one of the fresh bananas that she had just bought.

”Can’t tell you, lovey. Just go change and pack” He had it all planned. He had started to come up with it before he left for America. He had to move a lot of pieces around for it to work without drawing any suspicion to his master plan. His trip to LA had given him more time to work on the minor details without being questioned.

”What should I pack?” She was surprised at the abrupt change of plans, but Harry never disappointed. Therefore, she trusted him and would comply.

”Your everyday clothes and bathing suits, maybe a dress” His bag was already packed; his assistant had made sure of it. He usually packed his clothes, but because of the short time frame that they had, they didn't want to take any risks. ”do I have to carry yeh?” Harry asked since she still hadn't moved.

”No!” She giggled as he took a warning step towards her. ”I’ll be right back” Harry smiled after her, while she packed he took the time to make himself something quick to eat since he was starving.

Harry was surprisingly still sleeping. His lips slightly parted as soft snores escaped his mouth now and then. His tattooed arm hung over her waist. His head tucked in the back of her neck, his tattooed chest pressed against her back, radiating heat like an oven. It explained the reason why she only wore underwear to sleep. At some point in their relationship, she had started waking up with a thin layer of sweat covering her body. It was Harry who had suggested her change of sleeping attire after he refused to stop cuddling her.

Y/N gently took his arm off her body making sure she didn’t disrupt his sleep. Along with the tour, press, interviews, and shows came his anxiety and sleep deprivation. He always managed to hide it, but she knew that he struggled. Therefore, the fact that she had woken up before him was a pleasant surprise and that she wasn’t willing to ruin.

She was quick to observe that she could do some minutes under the sun as she stood before the bathroom’s mirror. Y/N twisted her body sideways just to get a better look at her physique. Harry’s fingers mark printed all over her thighs, as well as the scattered hickeys on her chest, were a reminder of their night. She reached back and grabbed a bathrobe off the hook to hide her nakedness.

“Are you excited?” He asked her as he opened the trunk of the rental car that they would use for the entire trip. He still had a few surprises under his sleeve, he was just waiting for the right time to reveal the rest.

On the other hand, Y/N couldn’t stop smiling, her cheeks had started hurting minutes after he had revealed the destination of their spontaneous trip.

“Are you kidding?” She squeaked as she watched his muscles tense up under the shirt that he had opted to wear. Harry chuckled as he strategically placed her suitcase first in the trunk. He had rented out a convertible which he sort of regretted now, due to the lack of space. “What brought this on?”.

“I just thought it would be nice. We haven’t spent as much time as I would’ve liked to” He added a shrug as he took his duffle bag from her and squeezing it in before shutting it close. “My work has gotten in the way of many things” She instantly knew what specific occasion he was referring too. Harry had missed her master’s graduation in child psychology a few weeks ago. Her mom had Facetimed him when her name was called and he had seen her disappointment throughout the rest of the night. He had tried his best to catch a flight to make it in time, but his work commitments had gotten in the way.

“Harry Edward Styles” Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck as he leaned against the side of the car. She gently gripped his jaw, forcing his sight on hers. “Stop beating yourself over it” Sure, she had felt lonely that night without him by her side, but she could never blame him. “I love every single bit of you and everything that comes along. Including your work because that means I get to hear and watch you do what you love the most” The corners of his lips curved upwards, revealing his dimples. She kissed them gently after her eyes drifted down to them.

“I love you the most” Harry whispered with his eyes slightly hooded, enamored by the words that had just come out of her enticing mouth. He gave her a quick yet breathless kiss just in case reporters were watching them.

It was the perfect day in Italy. The sun shone brightly, high in the sky. There were no clouds threatening the day with any signs of rain. The streets were crowded with tourists and locals. At first, Harry resisted the urge to pull the top of the car down since they were still in the center of Rome. The last thing he wanted was to get recognized and mobbed on his Italian vacation with the love of his life. He had made arrangements for his most trusted bodyguard to travel with them. Harry wanted to keep everything as intimate as possible. He had done it before when he had traveled to Jamaica and Japan. Therefore why couldn't he do it again this time around — he wondered.

“Where are we going?” Y/N asked as she noticed that the scenery had changed and it seemed more rural. Harry winked at her at night before pushing on the gas. “We aren’t staying in Rome, are we?”.

“Of course not” He kept a smirk on his face as he pulled the top of the car off as soon as they were out of the city.

She couldn’t help but stare at the gorgeous and sweet man that she had grown to love unconditionally. His silky, dark brown hair like grass in the wind. She could stare for hours his chiseled face. His prominent and clenched jawline seemed to be sculped by Greek gods. The slight stubble that he had grown on his chin and upper lip gave him a more carefree and relaxed complexion. She left slightly disappointed that his gorgeous eyes were blocked by his classic, Gucci sunglasses.

“Yeh staring again, darlin” His rough voice, didn’t stop her from admiring him. She unbuckled herself from her seat then leaned in and planted a kiss against his tan skin. “I love you” Harry momentarily looked over at her before looking back at the road.

“Goodmorning” Y/N whispered as she opened the door wider for the hotel employer to bring the room service that she had ordered only minutes ago.

“Good morning, Ms. Y/L/N” He smiled at the young woman before rolling in the table, filled with different breakfast foods and drinks. “Is here alright? Or would you like by the balcony?”. He suggested knowing that tourists loved having their first meal of the day with the view.

“The balcony sounds lovely — if it’s not too much to ask” She felt slightly guilty to make him set up outside.

“It would be my pleasure” Y/N quickly walked behind him as he pushed the car pass the entrance hall and living room of their hotel room. He kept his head up making sure not to knock anything or the floor or make a mess. He stopped right by the entrance to the balcony and carefully stared setting up the table. The young man had obviously heard that Harry Styles and his girlfriend were staying on the top floor. He hadn’t played too much attention to it like the rest of his work colleagues. If Harry Styles was in fact staying with them was because he wanted privacy, peace, and quiet— away from the spotlight and the fans. He was not going to mess it up. For this particular reason, he was picked out of the bunch to bring their breakfast when his girlfriend had called. “You are all set up Ms. Y/L/N”.

“Thank you…” Y/N looked down as his name tag then gave him a big smile, “...Luca’

“buon appetito” He smiled back as he started walking his way back to the entrance.

“Luca, what’s the best thing to do around here besides going to the beach?” They had wanted to do something out of the ordinary. The town where they were staying was pretty small which meant they could easily walk the streets and actually get to experience the Italian culture.

“You can visit the gardens,” He said after a few minutes of thinking. “Do you like cooking?” Y/N instantly perked up, nodding with a big smile. “Then you can take a cooking class. I could set it up for you, just give us a call downstairs and I’ll take care of it”.

“That sounds lovely. Thank you Luca” Y/N made sure to tip him before he left her alone in the hotel room. She sat outside, wrapped in the bathrobe, holding a fresh cup of coffee to her lips while staring out into the Almifi coast. Everything looked just as beautiful as last night.

“Are you ready?” Harry asked as he walked to the small balcony that they had in their bedroom. They had arrived four hours ago to their final destination. They had immediately changed into bathing suits and made use of their private pool. They ditched the pool as they started noticing the commence of the sunset. The couple decided to take on the streets of the small town for dinner. Ravello is a small town off the Almafi Coast. It is a hidden treasure with one of the best views of the ocean. It was perfect for their stay.

“Like twenty minutes ago” She wore a short, silky, olive dress with a pair of white sneakers — too lazy to walk on heels through the rocky, inclined streets of Revello. The thin straps of her dress weren’t wide enough to hide the slight tan lines that she had to manage to obtain with only a few hours under the sun. Harry loved seeing tan lines on her delicate skin. He hated it when she refused to get them by untying the back of her bikini. The olive tone of her dress made her skin more tempting.

“I am starving” he pouted as she intertwined their fingers.

“What are you craving?” They had to make a tough choice to make —both being lovers of Italian cuisine.

“Everything” He chuckled as they walked out of their suite. “I am thinking pasta”.

“I don’t know. Pizza sounds so good” Harry groans at the through of an authentic slice of Italian pizza.

“I hope you know that we are sharing tonight. I am having some of your pizza”.

“Absolutely not,” Y/N said as they got on the elevator.

“Yeh are such a meanie” Harry pouted once again before the doors close.

“Fuck I am stuffed” Harry exhales as he leans back on his seat. Y/N giggled as she tried to digest all the food that they had just stuffed their faces with. “But it was so worth it” He beams after wiping the corners of his mouth with the napkin. The night had gone according to plan. They had talked for hours as if they didn’t know one another. No one had recognized him except for the waiter who was a bit starstruck, but either way, respected their privacy.

“I think you are going to have to carry me back” She reached down and patted the small tummy that she had developed in the course of dinner. Her dress felt tight against her skin. She was sure that one more bite of food would tear her dress apart. Harry laughed softly at her cute tummy.

“Let’s go for a walk. It might help us” He was tempted to unbutton his high waisted pants. He was first on his feet, then reached out for her.

“That was delicious. Thank you, baby” She kissed him as they made their way down the street towards their hotel. She couldn’t wait to fall asleep by the sound of the waves crashing by the shore. It was all so soothing. Harry wrapped his arm over her shoulders as they made their way through the town square.

“There is something I would like us to talk about” Harry confessed as they came across the entrance to the public beach. “Should we walk on the beach?” As her mind wondered what he could possibly be wanting to talk about, Harry kneeled down and helped take her sneakers off after his shoes.

The sand was still slightly warm from the day. They walked right by the water, close enough to slightly wet their feet, but far enough not get bite by anything in the darkness. There was always something very eerie of the never-ending darkness of the ocean. It seemed scary yet mysterious.

“Are you breaking up with me?” Y/N blurted out as she stopped walking after a few minutes of complete quietness. She could sense something was bothering him. Harry unwrapped himself away from her and faced her. Momentarily making her scared that he was actually ending things.

“How could you possibly think that?” He frowned, “Do you remember that night in Japan?” It took her a few minutes to finally figure out what particular night he was talking about. He had gone to Japan two months ago to finish off a song. She had stayed in England after getting a ridiculous virus from a coworker.

“Yeah— what about it?” Harry exhaled as he thought of that night.

“You stayed up with me. You had a high fever” He had been stuck in the studio for hours and had decided to Facetime her. He had started to feel the pressure of writing an impeccable album for the fans. Harry felt like he was cracking under pressure. According to him, all the music was starting to sound like shit. He wanted to check on her, but also get distracted.

“Well yeah. You needed me. You weren’t feeling well” She shrugged as if it was no big deal. He smiled widely at her, shaking his head at her obliviousness. “I don’t get it” Y/N giggled pulling at her bottom lip with her head slightly tilted to the side.

“You still don’t see it!” He exhaled, running his hands through his hair. “You were the one sick and you are so selfless that you stayed up with me just because I wasn’t feeling like emotionally well. Even though you were the one with a fever” He sighted trying to gather all his thoughts at once. “Everything with you, it’s so easy. I miss you all the time. I hate leaving you alone and I especially hate that you still haven’t moved in with me. I’ve also never been such a jealous man as I am now. I can’t stand the thought of someone else holding you, looking at you, let alone kissing you,” He looked up at her trying to decipher her emotions. “You never hung up that night after you fell asleep. I stayed with you on the phone. That was the night that I realized that what I have with you, I don’t want it with anyone else” His hand reached back and pulled the small box from his pocket. He kneeled down before she could say or have any sort of reaction to his proposal. “Would you marry me, lovey?”.

“What are you doing up?” Harry’s raspy voice, almost causes her to spill the cup of hot coffee over her white bathrobe. He leaned over her and gave her a minty fresh kiss. “I woke up and you weren’t there” He added after sitting across from her.

“I thought you would like to wake up to some breakfast” Harry smiled as he uncovered his plate of freshly made food. She had of course ordered his favorite.

“What with the Italian sun on you, that makes you so irresistible?” Harry asked as he spreads jelly on his toasts. It was his turn to gawk at her. She hadn’t properly tied her bathtub around. Therefore it was slipping off one of her shoulders, showing him the collarbones that he loved kissing. Her lips were slightly swollen and a few freckles had appeared from the sunbathing session from yesterday.

“Stop” She laughed as she placed her coffee mug on the table. Harry took a few bites off his toast before taking a sip out of his tea with a constant smug smile.

“Last night when you were ridding me, only wearing the ring — it was a sight to behold” He added knowing exactly how to make her blush.

“Harry!” Y/N exclaimed as she covered her flushed face with her hands. Harry erupted into heavy laughter as he stared at the woman that he would soon be marrying with love from across the table.

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buckys-other-punk · 4 years ago

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Christmas Lies

Pairing: Chris Evans x Assistant!Reader

Request: I was thinking of Sebastian Stan/Chris Evans x (assistant) reader where reader is originally from another country and is living alone and is going to celebrate the holidays and made up an excuse that she's celebrating with someone and is in the middle of prepping her Christmas eve dinner and was caught red handed that she's celebrating alone?😅😅

Word Count: 1.8K

Warnings: cussing and some cliche fluff (the title may fool you but yes this is fluff)

A/N: Hello my loves! Wooo another request, I hope I did this justice and sorry if this sucks. I am a little late for a Christmas fic but hey its still the Christmas season right? Anyways here is a cute Christmas fic for y’all (Merry late Christmas, Happy Holidays, and Happy New Years!) As always please lemme know if you wanna be tagged in my future works and feedback is very much appreciated. This is unedited so don’t mind those mistakes.

Tis the season right? Yeah the season for stress and anxiety. A season where people had to find the perfect gifts for one another and hope that their gifts weren’t sold out. Luckily for you, you didn’t have to worry about that. Moving to the United States from your home country over two years ago it seemed pretty lonely, but more freeing than ever. You didn’t have any relatives that lived in America, but occasionally some would fly over to visit you. Sadly this year you were alone for the holidays. Your parents won a vacation to the Bahamas for the holidays and your older brother was expecting his first born anytime now. The rest of your family had various holiday plans and wanted to celebrate in your home country. So yeah, this year you were going to enjoy your own company.

“So do you have any plans for Thursday night?” Chris, your boss asked you.

“What’s happening Thursday?” you asked looking at him with confusion.

“Y/N, it’s Christmas Eve!” He exclaimed with a big smile.

“Oh fuck. Umm, well not really.” you shrugged.

“Well you already know my plans. I gotta go to that party my brother wants me to attend.” Chris huffed out.

“Speaking of your brother, I got a call from him asking you to bring a date to said party.” you said to the man.

“Why don’t you come with me.” he said with a smirk.

This wasn’t the first time Chris has asked you to come with him to parties. Hell he asked you every time he was invited to one, but you always turned him down. He was your boss for crying out loud, wouldn’t it seem inappropriate to bring your assistant as your date? But, you weren’t gonna lie that the man was attractive, sweet, and you may or may not have a crush on him. He’s fucking Chris Evans. Shaking your head trying to think of a cover up of your actual plans for the night, which was nothing, and rejecting his offer just because well you don’t even know.

“You know what, my cousin from my home country is actually visiting for a bit before she heads off to see her boyfriend in Hawaii.” you lied telling the man. Why were you lying again? Right, saving yourself from embarrassment.

“Oh, well that’s nice of her to stop by. I bet you’re gonna make a big feast.” Chris mumbled as he sipped his cup of coffee.

“You know I’m not gonna quit Y/N, you’re gonna have to go on a date with me someday.” he teased nodding your way.

“Yeah whatever.” you breathed out while rolling your eyes focusing back on your work.

*Christmas Eve*

You were glad that the nearest grocery store was still open for you to grab some last minute ingredients for your dinner. Making a random stew recipe you found online that sounded pretty good and some brownies for dessert. Right when you got home you started making your brownies, from scratch, and once the batter was complete you put it into a tray and in the oven. You went to your room to change into your black Nike spandex shorts (since you haven’t done laundry and this was the only thing that was clean) and an oversized sweatshirt you stole from your brother before you moved to America. You weren’t trying to impress anyone since you were again alone for the holidays. Heading to the kitchen you began cutting the vegetables for your stew and boiling the broth when you heard your doorbell ring.

“Please don’t be carolers. Please don’t be carolers.” you muttered to yourself crossing your fingers as you walked over to the door. When you opened the door you saw your boss standing in front of you wearing a black suit, looking handsome as fuck. “Chris, don’t you look nice. What are you doing here?” you said without any expression to the man.

“Y/N, you’re looking festive without pants.” he smirked, staring at you up and down.

“Fuck off. I’m wearing shorts underneath. Seriously, why are you here?” you asked again.

“I ditched my brother to hang out with you and your cousin.” he said smiling.

“Oh thats so nice of you, but you didn’t have to come all this way.” you said trying to change the subject.

“What, that's ridiculous. I also forgot to give you your Christmas present.” he stated showing the nicely wrapped box that he hid behind his back. “Where is your cousin by the way?” Chris asked, trying to peek around your apartment.

“Oh, Mel? She’s in my room video chatting with her parents.” you lied pointing behind you.

“Aren’t you gonna let me in?” he asked.

“Yeah, sorry. Where are my manners.” you said moving out of the way for him to enter your home.

“Thanks.” he smiled as he stepped in again looking around your place. “Um, Y/N.” he said.

“Yeah, what’s up?” you asked as you shut the door behind you.

“Something smells like it's burning.” he stated looking back at you.

“Shit my brownies!!” you yelled as you ran to your kitchen. You put on your oven mitts and took out the burnt dessert and placed it onto your countertop. “Damn it!” you exclaimed.

“You forgot to put a timer on, didn't you.” Chris chuckled as he walked towards the kitchen bar island.

“Shut up.” you huffed shaking your head.

“Hey Y/N.” he started, drawing your attention back to him and not the burnt disaster. “You said your cousin was here right?” he asked.

“Yeah, why?” you replied, not really paying attention to him placing the burnt tray in the trash ans cute veggies in a pot.

“Well two things. One, why is your dinner table set up with only one plate. And two, your bedroom light is off.” he said pointing at the table behind him.

“Fuck.” you whispered underneath your breath as you looked up at the man. “Maybe Mel fell asleep?” you said with a shrug.

“You lied!” he exclaimed looking at you. “You sneaky shit! Why did you lie to me?”

“Because you’re my boss and I can.” you sassily said back with your hands on your hips.

“Y/N.” he said more sternly.

“Fine.” you said as you raised your hands in defeat. You walked around the counter towards your couch motioning Chris to follow you, which he did. “I lied because I didn’t want to go with you to the party.”

“Why not?” he asked, crossing his arms.

“Because. I don’t know. Isn’t it a little inappropriate that your date to a fancy party is your assistant?” you sheepishly asked averting your eyes from the man that sat next to you.

“Y/N, that’s a bullshit reason and you know it.” he cursed at you. “Tell me the truth.”

“Fine!” you said, taking a deep breath. “Honestly Chris, I kinda have a crush on you and I didn’t want to look stupid in front of your celebrity friends.” you shrugged looking away at the man.

“Now that wasn’t so hard was it?” he said quietly and he gently grabbed your chin to make you look up at him. “I’m glad you told me the truth Y/N.”

“What no snarky remark? No cheesy comeback?” you questioned.

“Nope.” he said with a smile.

“That’s it?” you asked looking into his greenish blue eyes.

“Yup that's it.” he smirked, staring at you.

“Hold up. I just confessed to you, my boss, that I have a crush on you and you’re not goin-” you started, but was cut off when you felt lips crash into yours. As Chris pulled away your eyes were still closed and your mind was in disbelief. Slowly opening your eyes, you stared at the man in front of you.

“Umm..did that..What just?” you were slightly panicking. Chris noted the panic. So he leaned in again and kissed you. This time you were aware that your boss was kissing you. Holy shit your boss, no fuck that CHRIS EVANS IS KISSING YOU! His eyes were closed and his hands were placed at your waist. As he began to pull away, you put your arms around his neck pulling him back towards you to deepen the kiss. The two of you pulled away, your foreheads still pressed together as you looked into each others eyes.

“Wait is that your Christmas tree?” Chris teased, still staring at you as he pointed at the small tree on the ground next to your record player. You leaned back and turned your head to look at your tree.

“Yeah, what’s wrong with it?” you asked, looking back at him.

“It’s kinda pathetic.” he joked, placing his arm over the back of your couch.

“Hey! That was the first tree I bought when I moved over here!” you yelled in defense playfully punching his arm.

“It’s cute is what I meant to say.” he chuckled, rubbing his arm.

“Whatever.” you said shaking your head. “Are we gonna talk about that kiss?” you asked.

“Why don’t you open your present first?” he replied.

“You're ignoring my question, but fine.” you huffed out a bit irritated. “Wait, did you wrap this?” you asked, looking at gift wrapped in green paper.

“Actually you did a while back.” he said rubbing the back of his head. “I was hoping you forgot about it and luckily you did.” Chris added chuckling.

“I don’t deserve whatever this is Chris. I didn’t even get you anything!” you exclaimed with wide eyes.

“That kiss was plenty enough.” he grinned towards you.

“Shut up, I’m serious.” you sighed and looked down at the gift.

“Stop moping and just open the damn thing.” Chris said, lifting your chin up and pointed towards the present.

“Alright fine.” you stated back, slowly undoing the elegant wrapping you worked so hard on. As you opened the present it was a box that said ‘Thank you for helping me get my shit together!’ You laughed at the note looking back at Chris.

“Open the box.” he smiled trying to hold in his excitement. You opened the box and inside was filled with confetti paper and a card at the center. You took the card out saying ‘I kind of sort of maybe like you a lot’ with a heart underneath. You looked back at the man who nodded signaling you to open the card. Inside of the card it said ‘will you go out with me? P.s. here’s $100 for you. No pressure;)’ A hundred dollar bill was taped at the bottom of the card.

“Is the money a bribe?” you asked.

“Nah, it's just for reassurance.” he answered chuckling. You laughed and took out the bill from the card.

“I went through all this work, wrapping a present beautifully, just to get one hundred dollars in return.” you said seriously.

“Well, if you don’t like the present I can always take it back.” he said upset.

“Chris I’m messing with you.” you smiled as you pulled him close to you placing a kiss on his lips. “I would love to go out with you.” you said.

“Oh thank god!” Chris exhaled pulling you close into a hug.

“I better be getting more money outta this relationship!” you teased as you were engulfed in the man’s embrace feeling the vibrations of his laughter.

A/N: This was so cliche i hate it lol. Anyways did you like this late Christmas fic? lemme know! Again if you wanna be tagged in future fics, have any requests or just wanna chat hit me up!

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yandere-society · 5 years ago

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Day 10 | Home For Christmas

Synopsis: The two new hot guys next door are super friendly and very helpful! Especially since you’ve injured your leg and now are forced to prance around in your wheelchair. They came over to your house, put up decorations, helped you bake and kept you company when you couldn’t be home for Christmas. Although now that you think about it, they’re a little too friendly…to the point you can’t tell them no.

The 12 Days of Black Christmas Event Masterlist

Pairing: Namhope x Female Reader

Admin: @roses-ruby

Trigger warnings: Yandere themes, Obsessive behavior, Murder, Physical abuse, kidnapping

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🎶You can plan on me

Please have snow and mistletoe

And presents on the tree🎶

“Oop, let me get that for you-”

Your outstretched hand stops midair, head turning to face the tall dimpled man on your left. He smiled at you fondly and you felt your cheeks warming.

“Thank you.” You say, pushing yourself back to make room for his long legs. Namjoon shifts, taking the red ornament out of your hand, and placing it on a high branch. You watch silently as he tinkers with the small toy stockings, humming along to Crosby’s I’ll be home for Christmas which continually rung throughout the house from your mom’s old record player on the back shelf. Suddenly, he makes eye contact with you again, his eyes turning into little crescents as his mouth stretches, leaving you blushing and turning away. It wasn’t something you could help.

Since the first time you laid eyes on him, you’ve always thought he was so freaking hot. Speaking of hotties-

“Alright, the pie is done!” A shout comes from behind you, making you turn your head as the wheels of your chair rotate back. A man with a heart-shaped smile and eyes brighter than the sun steps out of the kitchen in his pink frilly apron, setting down the holiday pie on the table directly in front. One whiff of the sweet desert has your mouth watering in delight.

“It smells delicious, Hoseok! You both are so kind…thank you for everything.”

Said man laughs, the melodious sound echoing the walls along with the music, “Nonsense, we’re always here to help.”

“Exactly, that’s what neighbors are for.” Namjoon chirped, walking over to where Hoseok stood. He took a glance at the pie and then poked the top, immediately being reprimanded by Hoseok’s oven mitt hand.

“Don’t do that, you’ll ruin it.”

Namjoon retracts his hand, resembling a kicked puppy, “I just thought it looked cool. You don’t have to be so mean.”

“Well maybe I wouldn’t be if you didn’t just drop the eggnog on yourself this morning, while standing completely still.”

“Hey! That was an accident!”

You gaze in confusion as the men began to argue, an amused sigh leaving your lips.

Namjoon and Hoseok were the two sexy guys from next door, helping you around the house while you sat there helpless with a broken leg, as well as your lovely new best friends. They had moved into the apartment next door back in July, before the start of the fall semester. It was a breath of fresh air honestly, as your last neighbor was a cranky old lady with way too many mean cats. You weren’t sure what happened to her, but you weren’t complaining once you ran into Joon in the hallway as he carried large boxes into his apartment.

His muscles ripped through his loose grey tank top and his arm flexed while he lugged the heavy load. He was tall, jacked, smart, kind and very dorky. You almost fell in love at first sight. Then there was his sun in human form roommate, Hoseok. Now, Hoseok may not have been as giant or as muscular as Namjoon, but his bright personality, social nature and lethal moves did not lose to anyone. Millions of women would become wet in a matter of seconds from the way he twisted his hips. Millions more at Namjoon’s deep honey voice.

You were blessed to have such hotties living next door.

Because of their approachable nature, they befriended you very quickly. It went from small talks in the hallway to long conversations as you rested on your couch. From shy glances here and there a few times a week to seeing one another daily. They had practically moved in. Their shoes were always in your house, you had bought them their own pair of toothbrushes for your bathroom and they even had a small section of their clothes in your closet. You all even started heading to classes together.

Of course, you had lusted for them in the beginning. Sometime their gazes were intense, and it seemed like they were eye-fucking you. Other times they seemed to get very jealous if you had anyone else in your apartment or if you went anywhere without telling them. But you knew it was all in your imagination. It’s not their fault if they just couldn’t help but ooze sex appeal which made you imagine the two hot guys next door – your best friends – being obsessed with you. As of now you were fine with the wonderful friendship you were able to build with them. Better off as friends as they say.

You had been quite lonely when you moved into the big city, away from your family who you were always close to. Your dad had warned you about the many dangers of the city so you made sure to stay safe and away from those who could wish you harm. Joon and Hoseok were the first people that made you open yourself up and for that you were grateful. It was very fun to spend your days being tutored by Namjoon or laughing at Hoseok. Though you still longed for your family when the holiday season arrived. Sadly, as you were making plans to visit home, someone had decided to push you down the University’s stairs which resulted in a horribly broken leg bone and a laggy wheelchair.

No one saw who did it.

Unable to fly, you were stuck in your small apartment for all of the festive season. The first night you had cried a lot on the phone with your mother, but your amazing best friends had barged in and promised to make this the best Christmas you’ve ever had right here in the apartment. They were so serious about it, they hadn’t let you leave the place even for a bit. Decorations, entertainment, food, they had it all planned out and thanks to them, you were able to have one of the merriest Christmas eve’s of your life.

🎶Christmas Eve will find me

Where the love light gleams🎶

The music from the record player wakes you from your daze, your eyes once again concentrating on the two bickering men in front of the dinner table.

With a smile, you turn back around to the pine tree, to see it filled with many kinds of decorations and ornaments. Yet it was still missing something. A small pout forms on your lips as you recall the weeping phone conversation you had with your mother. You had told her to send your favorite ornament – a small marbled turtle dove, over to your place so you had something from home you could cherish this year. It was a keepsake from your childhood and had many memories attached to it. Tomorrow was Christmas and you wondered why it hadn’t arrived already.

Maybe the front desk has it?

It wasn’t like you could call them, phone reception in your apartment had been getting worse and worse for some reason. With a sigh, you rotate back around to see Namjoon and Hoseok arguing about the dinner plates. If you use the elevator, you could rush downstairs, inquire about any packages and rush back upstairs without either of them noticing,

Nodding to yourself, you wheel your chair to the front door. You quietly pull open the door as Joon and Hobi’s voices and I’ll be home for Christmas continue to surround the background. With a few swift moves, you were in the hallway, heading for the elevator.

For some reason you felt uneasy. The same feeling you got before you were pushed down the stairs. You stopped in front of the lift, pressing the button and waiting anxiously for its arrival. The door of the elevator opened quickly to your relief and as soon as you were about to roll in-

-a deafening scream of your name pierces through the quiet hallway and startles you.

Immediately you were being pulled away from the elevator, pushed back into the hallway you came from and shoved inside your apartment as the door banged shut behind you. It was deathly lull, all you could hear was your heavy breathing even though you hadn’t moved an inch and the old Christmas song still repeating. Slowly you turn around to face the entrance and were met by the raging scowls of Namjoon and Hoseok.

A chill runs down your spine at the fury in their eyes.

“W-w-wha-”

“What the fuck were you thinking?” Hoseok growls, and you gasp at the venom in his tone. This was not the cheerful, loving Hoseok you knew.

“Seriously ___,” Namjoon groans, voice slightly tamer than Hoseok’s, “How could you leave the second we weren’t looking?”

“N-no I-”

“This is your fault.” Joon spits at Hoseok “I told you to break both of her legs so she couldn’t move at all.”

Your jaw hangs open.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I kill the old lady, I push ___ down the stairs, I set up that complicated ass box that blocks the cell signals and what do YOU do exactly?’

All the information was speeding around your brain and you could feel yourself choking up. Did he just say kill?

“You’re the one who wanted to do all that! Always fucking criticizing me for being clumsy and shit- fuck, I plan, YOU execute, remember?”

As they begin to argue once again, you start shaking in your seat. Murderers. Not only did you befriend the people who were responsible for your broken leg, but you had let actual murderers into your home. Suddenly everything started to make sense. Your neighbor lady suddenly disappearing. You always running into them whether in your complex, university or even the store. In fact, you always felt they were a bit too pushy with their help, but you didn’t want to be mean. The over-friendly skin ship and how they constantly made you feel guilty until you blocked all the other people from your life. How they pushed themselves and their belongings into your apartment.

How they made your home their home.

Holy shit…shitshitshit what were you going to do now? Who could you call? Where would you go with this broken leg? How would you escape? They could do whatever they want to you and they knew it.

“-__?...___!” The sound of your name jolts you. Hoseok sits on his knees, eye level with you as Joon sits beside him, equally concerned. “___, are you alright?”

This…this was the Hoseok and Namjoon you know. The ones who infiltrated your life with their handsome faces and kind personalities. When you don’t answer him, he cups your face causing you to stiffen.

“Hey don’t worry. I know we argued a lot, but it’s fine now. Since you’re here…since we have you…just don’t leave us again.” He states gently, tilting his head to the side like an insane person. “Instead, why don’t we go eat that pie, hmm?”

You could feel your pupils shaking as you look into his bottomless orbs. Though you were in your own home, you have never been more afraid.

“He’s right you know.”

You turn to Namjoon beside him who places his hand above your limp one. The very first tear drops out of your socket as you find him smiling. How you wish you could have found the sinister reality of his dimpled smile those thousand times he’s shown it to you before.

“We have you and you have us. So, if you leave us like that again, we’ll be very upset…we may lose our temper and who knows what we would do…just…You should stay home for Christmas, alright?”

And as soon as he says that the stupid never-ending song repeats its end once more.

🎶I'll be home for Christmas

If only in my dreams🎶

#bts #namjoon #jhope #hoseok #yandere bts #yandere namjoon #yandere jhope #yandere hoseok #rm #yandere rm #bts x reader #yandere x reader

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alicedopey · 5 years ago

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Gratulerer med dagen

Fandom: Vikings

Genre: Fluff , Modern AU

Pairing: Harald x Reader

Warning: None

Words: 1785

Summary: You haven’t been feeling well because of a loss and Harald wants to make you feel better for your birthday.

A/N: This is written for my dear @gearhead66 to celebrate her birthday. I’m sorry for the delay, love and I hope you will like it. Huge thanks to my other half here @naaladareia for the wonderful moodboard. Also, I took the liberty to imagine lockdown was over everywhere.

Harald looked at you, sleeping peacefully in the care while he was driving. You needed to rest, this year had been rough enough – and it was only halfway done. Losing your aunt had been hard on you and this broke Harald’s heart every time he read some sadness in your eyes. He knew how it felt to lose someone dear. His parents had died in a car crash when he and Halfdan were teenagers, and they only had one another to rely on. They never really felt at ease with anyone apart from each other and it was still like that today… well, until he met you.

You represented what Harald had craved for his whole life, a woman to love who would love him in return. Right now, he wanted to do everything in his power to keep you happy and satisfied – hence his plans for today to celebrate your very special day. It was a good thing lockdown was over in the USA or everything would have been ruined.

After the funeral, he knew he had to take you far away from your place. He suggested to go and visit his family, meaning Halfdan in Norway.

“What about my dog?” You had exclaimed.

“We will take him, of course.” He smiled. How could he leave behind the fluffy thing that brought them together?

The day you met was still on his mind. You were walking two dogs when he first saw you, smiling and laughing at their antics. He liked you instantly, even more when he got to know you. First, he had invited you for coffee a few times then for dinner when he had tried to cook a nice meal at his place. Trying was the word since their main course had ended up burnt in the oven. You had laughed and promised to teach him a few things. In the meantime, he bought some sweet things for you to enjoy.

It’s been a year now and he had felt it was the right time for you and his brother to meet. Halfdan had always been the odd one but you got along quite well with him. Well enough for you to trust him to take care of your dog for the day while the two of you were away. His brother was good with animals, not with women. Harald could not even count the number of girls he had scared away. He was a free bird, enjoying women from time to time but never committing. So, he often mocked his brother for searching love so frantically. Harald did not care and kept searching. Now, he had finally found the one and he would not let go.

Here he was, driving from Oslo to his secret destination. He had woken you up at dawn this morning and you had not stopped grumbling until he had told you that you looked like the dog you used to take care of. You had struck out your tongue at him and hopped in the car in silence. Then, you had fallen asleep instantly.

The sun was high in the sky when they finally reached Trondheim. Perfect. He parked the car and gently shook you awake. You slowly opened your eyes.

“We’re there, love.”

Rubbing your eyes, you threw a look outside to try and guess where you had stopped.

“We are in Trondheim. Do you want to get a closer look?”

“Why not?” You both exited the car. Harald put his huge backpack on and he gave you yours.

“First stop?”

“Lead the way, Sir.” He kissed you softly and took you by the hand. You stopped in front of a huge cathedral.

“Wow…this is beautiful”. You whispered, in awe.

“It is, isn’t it? This is the Nidaros Cathedral. Want to get inside?”

“Please.” You almost pleaded. The moment you set a foot inside the Cathedral, you were amazed by its architecture, a beautiful mix of Roman and Gothic styles.

“It was built from 1080 to 1300 and had been the place where the Norwegian Kings are crowned since the Middle Ages.”

He knew he had captured your interest, then. You were really fond of history.

“So, Harald V was crowned here?” You asked and he nodded. “I guess it means that you would be crowned in this Cathedral if you ever became Harald VI, King of all Norway.”

Harald rolled his eyes. “You definitely watch this show too much.”

But he liked it as well and the way you would compare his life to the ‘real’ Harald’s life. He did not mind because he was assuredly more in luck than the lonely king you were so fond of.

Harald let you wander around the place and take a lot of pictures. He sometimes added some historical comments to which you listened intently. When you went out, it was noon. Your stomach grumbled loudly.

“What?” You said when you saw he was smiling. “You woke me up really early and I did not have time to eat. I’m hungry.”

“Then I think you will like our next stop.”

To your surprise, Harald did not take the direction of the town center. “Don’t worry.” He explained when he saw your interrogative stare. “I know a better place than here. The town is really nice, and I promise we will come back someday, but it is too noisy for what I have in mind.”

You went back to the car. Harald drove for a few miles before parking in a beautiful green valley full of trees surrounded by a lake.

“Let me introduce you to the Golden Road or as we call it, Gyldne Omvei.”

“Harald, this is breathtaking.” He chuckled lightly and kissed your forehead.

“Let’s go get some lunch.”

You found yourself in front of a nice little restaurant, Gulburet. Inside, it looked like a farm. It was warm and cozy.

A middle-aged plump woman welcomed you. “Hallo, vellkommen.”

You let Harald do the talking then you sat down at a nice wooden table.

“I know it’s not much but I can assure you will like it. The food is really good and they have a lot of Norwegian specialties.”

“My dear, dear King Harald…” You set a comforting hand on his. “I love it. You couldn’t have pleased me more.”

They were served different homemade meals: soup, bread, goat cheese from the local farms and a large piece of Fyrstekake, an almond and cardamom pie. The meal was simple but absolutely delicious.

Afterwards, he watched with a tender smile as you listened to the stories told by the host, giving a good impression of farm life over a 100 years ago. The stories, told in English especially for you, had caught your attention and you were listening to every word that came out of her mouth. It was a relief to see you so enthusiast about something after the troubled times you had to go through.

When the story was finished, you fiercely hugged him. Harald simply hugged you back and you stayed there for a while, enjoying each other’s embraces.

“Ready for more?”

You tilted your head upwards to look him in the eye. “We are not done?”

He shook his head. “Far from it. Brace yourself though because there will be a lot of walking.”

He let go of you and handed you your backpack. “Argh walking?”

“Yes, grumpy girl.” He kissed the tip of your nose. “I promise you won’t regret it though.”

He was right, you did not regret it. Harald took you to Inderøy where you visited two medieval churches and there also was a lot of hiking. It did not bother you. The trails were not that difficult to walk on and the landscape was so beautiful. It was this wonderful mixture of valleys and mountains, green and blue in front of your eyes with every step you took. That could easily make you forget you had been walking for hours.

“And there’s our final stop.”

You lifted your head at Harald’s words. The sun was slowly setting down on the valley, its numerous colors being reflected in the lake downwards.

Lost in the amazing view the Norwegian landscapes were offering, you did not hear Harald coming near you. He circled your waist and set his head on your left shoulder.

“You like that?” He kissed your ear, tickling your skin with his beard.

“It’s wonderful”. You whispered, putting your hands over his. “This day was wonderful…thank you.”

“Everything for you, my sweet…and I’m not quite done yet.”

He made you turn around and you discovered he had set down a whole picnic on a blanket.

You looked at him, amazed.

“So that’s what you’ve been hiding in this huge thing all day.” You exclaimed and lightly punched his shoulder.

“What can I say? I’m a man full of surprises.”

He helped you sit down on the blanket and took place near you. Then he filled two glasses with champagne before giving you one.

“Gratulerer med dagen, my love.” His glass clinked with yours.

You watched him closely, tilting your head on the side. “You just wished me a happy birthday, right?” He nodded. “Harald, thank you for today, for all of this. I didn’t know I needed it but it helped a lot.”

As you took a sip of champagne to fight back the emotions that were invading your heart, Harald squeezed your hand to comfort you.

“You don’t have to thank me. I did it gladly and I would do it again without a hesitation. Losing someone is never easy and it also made me realize how unbearable it would be for me if I lost you. I could not imagine my life without you. In fact, I want to tell the whole world that you are mine as much as I am yours.”

You gasped as Harald pulled a little velvety box from his pocket.

“Harald, are you…?”

He opened the box to reveal a white gold ring set with diamonds. “Y/N, will you marry me?” He asked with his deep hoarse voice that always sent shivers running down your spine.

“Oh…err…of course. Yes! Yes! I will marry you!”

Your half full glass fell on the blanket as you threw yourself in his arms. You exchanged a few kisses, laughing and crying at the same time. Then Harald put the engagement ring on your finger. You admired it, your eyes still full of tears.

You looked at your Northern man before saying “Jeg elsker deg*, my King.” His eyes widened so much you laughed. “Yes, I did some research. I can speak Norwegian too, you know.”

He chuckled. “Jeg elsker deg også**, my Queen.”

* Jeg elsker deg: Je t’aime

** Jeg elsker deg også: Je t’aime aussi

Tagging (tell me if you want to be added or removed): @naaladareia @gearhead66 @therealcalicali @tephi101 @maggiescarborough @peaceisadirtyword @mblaqgi @flowers-in-your-hayr @captstefanbrandt @medievalfangirl @girlonfireice

#vikings #fanfiction #sydneysbirthday #harald finehair #harald x reader #King Harald #fluff #birthday fic

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iamjustyouraveragefander · 6 years ago

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Not sure if anyone thought of this already, but I’m posting it anyways.

Sanders Sides AU where...

Patton is the owner of four pets, Dr. Emile Picani and Remy are his roommates, and Thomas is their neighbor across from them.

The pets are:

- Virgil, an average sized, black cat, with some white tuffts of fur on his paws and ears. He’s a russian blue mixed with a persian.

- Roman, a playful brown and black dog, who‘s a mix between a german shepherd and a husky.

- Logan, a more quiet and collected, gray bird. He’s a gray parrot. I would have made him a swallow, but you can’t have those as pets, from what I’ve read.

- And lastly Deceit, a small, yellow and black snake, who is only let out of his cage when Patton has days off or when Remy is bored and wants to hang out with him. He’s a ball python.

Patton got the pets in this order:

- Roman: Patton received Roman as a Christmas gift when he was around fifteen. The two had a really strong bond, and missed each other when Patton went off to college. His parents noticed Roman was more gloomy without Patton around, so they made an arrangement to have Patton stay at a nearby apartment with some family friends (Dr. Picani & Remy), so that he could keep Roman with him throughout his college years.

- Virgil: Virgil was a stray, who Patton found wondering in an ally near his work place (a pet shop). He immediately went to grab some cat food, being sure to leave money in the register, and left some of it out for the cat. At first, Virgil wasn’t sure what to think, or if he could even trust the strange man who gave him food every day. One day though, after a few months, Virgil warmed up to Patton, who decided to take his new pet home.

- Logan: Patton had always wanted a pet bird, but due to some complications, he was never able to get one. However, he saved up all his money, made sure to get everything he needed to take care of the type of bird he had in mind, and went to his work in search of the perfect one. Most of the birds their didn’t seem too fond of Patton, save for one, who seemed more curious about him; that bird was Logan. Patton quickly bought the gray parrot and introduced him to his new home.

- Deceit: Snakes were never something Patton was interested in, but when he was showing Thomas around his work place, he discovered a certain snake who seemed to really enjoy Patton’s company. Thomas was the first to point it out, stating “It looks like you’ve got another animal to add to your collection.” The stamtent prompted Patton to prepare his home for the small snake and buy him shortly after.

Also, here’s a few little fics for this AU.

An Early Morning Visit

A soft woof didn’t seem to gain a sleeping Patton’s attention, so, Roman did the only thing he could to wake up his owner. He jumped up onto the bed and got on Patton’s stomach, lightly pressing his nose to the adults cheek.

Patton let out a soft grumble in protest as he slowly opened his eyes, blinking excessively to adjust his blurred vision. He reached over to his bedside table and picked up his glasses, putting them on.

“Good morning, Patton!” Roman exclaimed, lightly licking Patton’s cheek. Patton let out a soft laugh, gently scratching the back of Roman’s ears, “Good morning to you too, Kiddo,” he hummed in reply, “Did you sleep well?” Roman asked. Patton sighed softly and glanced over at his bedside clock, reading 5:30AM, “Ugh,” he grumbled, “As much as I like my job, I’ll never get used to waking up this early.”

Patton gently moved Roman to the side as he adjusted his position to get out of bed, the action earning him a small whine from Roman, “Sorry, Kiddo, but I gotta go to work,” he explained, giving Roman an apologetic look, “Someone’s gotta put food on the table after all,” he added.

“And that someone is all three of us,” Emile stated as he walked passed Patton’s room, giving his roommate a wide smile and light wave, before he left for his office.

A Late Night Visit

Patton slowly adjusted his sitting position on the couch, crossing his legs, while browsing on his phone, searching through Pinterest to find some new desserts to make.

“Mreu,” came a small voice, as soft paws patted at the front of Patton’s legs.

The cheerful adult shifted his gaze from his phone to the black cat that stared up at him. He was about to ask Virgil if he wanted food, when, without warning, the cat jumped up onto Patton’s lap, causing a sort of surprised snort to escape Patton’s nose, “Well, hello there, Virgil,” he stated to the cat, who quickly made himself comfortable and curled up into a ball in his owners lap.

Patton smiled softly, gently scratching at the cats head, only to let out a soft wince as claws slowly dug into his sweatpants, “Gosh, you’re lucky I love you too much,” he muttered, turning his attention back to his phone, doing everything he could to ignore the claws. He was glad Virgil felt comfortable, though, “I’m glad you’re home early today,” Virgil purred, “We missed you when you stayed at work late, yesterday.”

A soft hum escaped Patton’s lips, feeling his eyes grow heavy due to lack of sleep, “I’m glad I have you and the others around. Without you, it’d be pretty lonely here,” he said softly.

Fighting Like Animals

A loud hiss excepted Virgil’s mouth as he jumped onto the counter top, distancing himself from the dog, who gave a small bark in reply.

Patton sighed as he placed the cookies in the oven, gently, but quickly placing a hand over Dee’s face, who had made himself comfortable on Patton’s shoulder, “You two should really learn to get along,” he stated, “I hate seeing the two of you fight so often.”

Virgil turned to face Patton, “Well, tell Roman to stop waking me up so early!” the cat meowed in reply, “Oh, come on, Virgil! It’s two in the afternoon! You don’t need to be sleeping all day! That’s what nights are for!” the dog argued. Virgil shot Roman a glare, “I’m a nocturnal animal you dingus! Night is when I’m awake!”

“Would the two of you please be quiet? I’m trying to read,” a bird spoke up, glaring at the two animals from his position on the living room coffee table.

Virgil and Roman both gave a small, “Sorry, Logan,” in reply.

Patton turned his attention to Dee, smiling softly at the snake. In response, Dee stuck out his tongue, earning a light giggle from Patton, who returned the gesturing. He felt a soft paw tap on his arm, signaling to him that Virgil demanded affection. Patton turned to face his pet and gently scratched at the side of Virgil’s neck, causing him to purr an insane amount, “How is he so good at this?” the cat wondered aloud, “Because he’s human, and humans tend to be good at petting animals and showing affection. Unlike cats,” Roman stated, pattering into the kitchen and lightly knudging at Patton’s leg.

“Hey! He was petting me first! Back off!” Virgil hissed.

“If anything, he was showing me attention first! So, both of you should back off!” Dee countered, glaring at the cat and dog.

Logan rolled his eyes, muttering a simple, “Here we go again...” as he continued reading.

A Friend

Remy let out a long sigh as he approached Dee’s cage, staring at the snake, ��You’re lucky, you know that?” Remy stated, “You can just lounge around without a care in the world,” he went on, “Unlike moi,” Remy gestured to himself in a dramatic fashion, “Who has to go work a night shift at Starbucks.”

Dee stared at Remy and stuck out his tongue very briefly, “At least you can actually communicate with Patton and Picani, unlike the rest of us living in this apartment,” he grumbled in response.

The tired man tiled his head slightly, almost as if he was aware he had upset the snake. He gave a wide smile and stood up straight, messing with the lid of the cage, “Howsabout we get you some fresh air, huh? It must get pretty lonely being cooped up in here all day,” he hummed. Dee purked up at that, excited to be let out of his cage so that he could talk with the others, who rarely acknowledged his existence.

Remy carefully picked up the snake, allowing Dee to make himself comfortable, “Did you want to watch a TV show with me? There was this really good show I saw on Netflix,” Remy explained, making his way over to the living room couch, “I think it was called The Office,” he stated. Dee shot a glare at Remy, letting out an annoyed hiss, “Don’t pretend I haven’t seen you watching that whole series fifteen and a half times,” he growled. Remy let out a dramatic sigh, “Fine,” he exclaimed, “We’ll watch something else.”

An hour of browsing Netflix later, led to the pair settling on Hilda, which both enjoyed, “This is nice,” Dee said, quietly, turning his gaze to Remy, who had dozed off a few moments prior. The snake couldn’t really blame the human, as he always seemed rather tired during the morning and afternoon.

“Aw,” a soft voice spoke up. Dee turned his gaze to Emile, who had recently entered the apartment, staring at Remy with a softness in his eyes, “Look at the two of you,” hummed, approching the pair and gently offering his hand to Dee, who happily slithered onto it, “Nice to see Remy make a friend,” he chirped, gently patting Dee’s head. In response to the kind gesture, the snake stuck out his tongue happily.

A Friend [Part Two]

Emile sang softly to himself as he looked over various notes he had taken during his sessions with his patients, “Tell me how’s it feel, sittin’ up there? Feeling so high, but too far away to hold me...” he trailed off and turned his attention to Logan, who had made himself comfortable beside the therapist, “Hey there, Lo,” he chirped, offering he bird a soft smile, “Greetings, Picani,” Logan replied, taking a few steps towards the neatly written notes laid out on the kitchen counter, “What are you looking at?”

“These are all the notes I’ve taken during my sessions,” Emile explained, “It’s nothing too interesting, but I like to look back and see how much people have improved.”

Logan tilted his head to the side, tapping a note with his foot, which was just one big drawing, and turned his head to face Emile, “What’s this one from?” he asked, slightly confused. Emile turned his gaze to the picture Logan was stepping on and felt a light blush of embarrassment invade his cheeks, “I get distracted sometimes, and in order to keep my thoughts in order, I doodle...” he explained, offering the bird a sheepish smile.

“Make a new friend?” Remy questioned, wrapping his arms around Emile’s neck and resting his chin on top of the therapists head. Emile turned his attention to Remy, smiling softly, “I suppose so,” he replied. Logan watched the exchange, curious as to what the interaction meant. He’d seen the two humans look at each other in a similar fashion before, but never quiet understood what it meant.

A Name

“You still haven’t figured out a name for him?” Thomas asked, flicking his gaze to Dee, who was making himself comfortable on Patton’s hand. Patton let out a soft laugh, “No, not really,” he replied, “But I have taken to calling him Dee.”

“Dee?”

“It’s supposed to be short for something, like Deceit, but I don’t think that’s a really good name for this little guy,” Patton explained, gently patting the top of the snakes head, “He isn’t deceitful at all, are you little guy?”

Thomas smiled lightly at the exchange, glad to see his friend enjoying himself, “If I think of a name for him, I’ll let you know,” he said. Patton turned his gaze to Thomas grinning wide, “If anyone can think of a good name for this guy it’ll be you!” he chirped, earning a light laugh from Thomas, “Well, I’m glade someone is confident in my naming skills,” he joked, giving Patton a light nudge with his elbow.

#thomas sanders #sanders sides #patton sanders #remy sanders #emile picani (cartoon therapy)#emile picani #virgil sanders #roman sanders #logan sanders #deceit sanders #picani x remy #remile #alternate universe #au #fanfiction

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kainks · 7 years ago

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KAIROS. 1

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Sugar!Daddy AU, Fake!GF AU

Warnings: angst, smut, degrading names, mentions of cheating, dom themes, asshole hoseok

Words: 10k

Summary: Jung Hoseok is the devil in Armani. Self-entitled, rich, with striking good looks, there’s nothing he wants for with his parents’ money backing up his extravagant lifestyle. Yet when suddenly he’s forced to find himself a humble girlfriend or say goodbye to his monthly paycheck, he runs into you, lacking everything he possibly looks for in a girl. But he’s desperate, and being desperate makes a man do crazy things.

a/n: tysm to my irl bff @garbageeking for beta-ing for me and providing me with endless sugar!daddy hobi inspo to help me finish this chapter!!! ily!

The high chime of yet another eager customer ricocheted off of pale yellow walls, leather booths, and tiled flooring that was worn down with age. The quaint little shop lacked elegance, yet made up for it with charm. Watercolor paintings of sea cliffs, dipping waves, and golden sand hung from every corner of the small cafe, each dated and signed by a unique signature in the far left corner.

“Table three!” Your father’s gruff voice reminded from the back storage room, your attention once again redirected to the easily recognizable and overgrown mop of dusty brown hair, belonging to your best friend, who wore a forlorn frown, looking especially distressed as he sat himself into his regular booth. Red leather squeaked under the weight of his body as he threw himself down onto it, leaning his head against the cool glass of the large window that overlooked the crowded sidewalks and busy streets, a long horizon of blue easily noticeable in the distance.

“You look like you need some pie.”

Already cutting a slice of apple, made by yourself early that morning and still fresh from the oven, you listened to a dramatic sigh escape the mouth of Taehyung, who looked well and truly miserable. Just for that, you added a small scoop of ice cream onto the plate, not required, but due to the fondness you held for the sulking boy.

“Here.” Sliding into the opposite seat of the booth, you placed the pie in front of him, fork alongside it, waiting for him to direct his attention towards you, instead of sitting there with his eyes closed, looking especially pitiful.

“My brain says eat the pie, but my heart is saying no.”

Smile forming due to his dramatic antics, you lightly laughed, reaching for the fork yourself. “So you wouldn’t care if I….”

As if harboring a secret power, one that detected when his precious food was in danger, Taehyung’s eyes snapped open in a flash, hand instantly reaching out to gently prod your own away.

“Hand’s off sister, this is my pie.”

It also didn’t take him more than four bites to devour said pie, a sign that he was truly upset over the likes of something.

“What’s wrong?” Resting your head against your palm, you waited patiently as he silently went through the various steps in spilling his inner dilemma. Sadness, regret, anger and finally acceptance. All in the span of thirty seconds. Yet you knew how Taehyung worked, had for many years, and as his longest friend, you owed it to him to wait with patience until he was ready.

“It’s Yuna…” He trailed off, eyes focusing on the now empty plate settled on the table in front of him, as if dreading your reaction.

“Again? Tae...” Now it was your turn to frown, the name settling over you like a sickening poison, leaving you feeling ill with just the reminder of who exactly it belonged to. Lifting his eyes from the plate, he looked at you with a stare that read ‘don’t judge me’ because he couldn’t help who he yearned for, even if it was the bitchiest, most stuck up and conniving girl at the university you both attended.

Min Yuna was a third year, whereas you and Taehyung were only in your second. She stemmed from a large, rich, yet problematic family that owned half the beach town and workers within it. The same family that most likely left her with repressed issues that came out as snarky comments and twisted manipulation. People worshiped the ground she walked on, boys flocked to her long legs and slim waist like moths to a flame, girls stepped back in awe as she paraded through the halls, a silent action done by her humble servants, ones that screamed their instant devotion and subservience to the wicked witch.

It was the same girl Taehyung had decided years ago that he would altogether love and equally get his heart broken by. A boy that wore his heart on his sleeve, one that was two sizes too big for his chest; a boy that cared deeply for the people around him, talked to every stray animal he passed on the street, and helped every old lady that needed her groceries carried five blocks. The same boy that Yuna stepped all over, while knowingly getting away with it because any attention from her was better than none, in Taehyung’s words, not your own.

So in all, you deeply despised the bitch with an over-sized ego and five inch stilettos. She was a walking bomb, destroying everything in her wake, and in her crossfire your sweet friend was being broken down piece by piece.

“What did she do now?”

You were afraid to ask, as it was always something entirely new and twisted with her. Taehyung was a free spirit, one who didn’t let social norms and expectations keep him from what he wanted. So he pursued Yuna, since the tenth grade, and each time it left him with another piece of himself hollowed out.

“I bought her this bracelet at the stalls today, it made me think of her because of the little sharks that dangled from it. She’s like a shark, quick and stealthy, but sharks are often made out to be evil when really they're just wandering the ocean lonely, and by themselves.”

Your own chest felt tight as he retrieved a silver bracelet from his pocket, made of cheap metal, most likely sold by one of the little old ladies that opened their jewelry stalls every morning on the beach front, hoping to attract the tourists that littered by with their hats and cameras.

The little charms clanked together as he carelessly dropped it onto the tabletop, where it landed in the center; seven little blue sharks carefully spaced apart, with a single sea shell between each gap. It was cheesy, something meant for an overexcited child, yet if you had been in Min Yuna’s shoes, you would have accepted the bracelet with open hands and a smile, simply because it came from someone like Taehyung, who had nothing but love and fondness swimming inside of him.

Tack on another reason to hate the sea witch.

“She laughed when I tried giving it to her, threw it back in my face and said to stop wasting her time with cheap gifts.”

“I’m so sorry Tae…” You didn’t know what to say, knowing that another lecture on who he chose to love was not what he needed from you at the moment, and having been in the same situation many times before, you carefully slid the bracelet back towards him and reached for his hand.

“Keep it for now, who knows, maybe she’ll see the light one day and realize what a catch you are. Anyone would be lucky to date you, you take me out for ice cream almost daily, and I’m not even your girlfriend!”

You watched with success as his lips turned up into a familiar boxy grin, squeezing your hand in his larger one as an unsaid thank you for your attempts at brightening up his sour mood. You two continued to sit in silence together, the cafe vacant save for the both of you. It wasn’t unpleasant, and just what you’d expect from Taehyung, who often preferred to get lost in his own thoughts, yet didn’t like the idea of being alone. So with you sitting across from him, he felt compelled to relax into his seat, staring out the window with a soft sigh.

You let your own eyes wander out into the populated streets, a sinking feeling weighing you down into soft leather upon noticing not one person sparing a lingering glance towards the cafe, feet carrying them a further distance towards a more exciting, curb appealing, restaurant that would empty their wallets quicker than the plane ride that got them there in the first place.

You tried not to spare a glance at the showcase of fresh pies and sweet treats lined up perfectly at the front counter, ones that you had helped hand make yourself at six this morning, tried not to listen to the heavy breaths and small complaints of your father as he rolled out yet another slab of dough onto the back kitchen counter, limbs aching and fingers cramping from yet another day of hard work and no sales.

You tried to ignore the increasing stack of letters, with red bold print stamped onto the fronts, that were secretly tucked away from your eyes upon the old bookshelf lined with aged cookbooks. An attempt to keep you in the unknown at the financial crises the cafe was in, one that had been in your family for past generations, one that was laden with late night closings and early morning baking from each family to the next, one that had its heart and soul poured into every crevice.

One that was slipping away from you and your father, little by little each day.

/~/

Morning brought nothing but blue skies and soft winds, a perfect day for the beach, as almost every sign in town read, plastered about street corners and gift shops to the ever indulgent tourists. For you, it was just Friday, which meant your day off from helping run the shop and in turn attempting to keep caught up with the pile of homework that was steadily growing on your desk.

Finding your father in the kitchen with his usual cup of coffee, a cheap roast that was the routine start to every day, you greeted him with the usual smile, reaching for the orange juice sat on the counter for you readily. Another small act by your father, who still managed to smile despite the heavy weights perched on each shoulder hauntingly.

“You seeing your mom today?” He asked indifferently, which you supposed was for your own convenience. As if showing true emotion towards the predicament would ultimately upset you. Yet, being dismissive was just as bad. You decided not to voice your concerns though, as he was trying, in his own way. The situation was a sad one after all.

“Yeah, I’ll head over there before going to campus.”

He smiled at you over his cup of coffee, already dressed for the day, grey hair speckled against soft hazel, his eyes looking older than he was. You knew your father harbored troubles secretly, was not an open book when it came to you, because protecting you from the truth was easier than letting you in.

“I’ll tell her you said hello.”

“You do that darlin’, I’m sure she’d love to hear it.”

With that he was back to reading his paper, sipping dutifully from his cup, glasses perched low upon his nose.

/~/

Fluorescent bulbs made the room seem stiff, the cleansing smell of sterile sheets and floors making your nose itch from where you sat perched in a small lounge chair, your usual spot situated beneath a large window overlooking the boisterous town. The weight of a withering paperback sat comfortably in your lap, your feet propped up to the side of of the chair, the familiar symphony of beeps blaring out in the otherwise quiet room. Tubes of all shapes, all colors, twisted and bent together, all leading to one destination. The person in the hospital bed, eyes closed with faux breaths seemed like a mere stranger, had for the past six months. The tubes connecting to their body, head, arms, resembled vicious vines that were slowly closing in, sucking the artificial air right out of their lungs. The ICU was never over crowded, neither was the spacious hospital, fair in size compared to the one in the city, which was only an hours drive. Doctors often recognized you within the bleached walls, smiling a familiar yet otherwise empty greeting at you. It was common curtesy, came with the territory, you supposed. Mostly they knew you as the girl who visited her mother every Friday at ten in the morning, book clutched to chest and endless hope in your eyes. You knew they pitied you, it wasn’t hard to tell with how often the nurses came in to check on you during your usual two hour visits. You came to hate the sympathetic looks they’d send you every time you’d leave, hope once again shattered in disappointment. With a longing glance, you gazed upon the number of bodies swarming golden sand, kites of multicolors swaying through the wind translucently. You watched children splash through the waves, able to imagine the cheerful laughter bellowing from their little bodies at the pure joy that summer brought them, that your town provided them. Yet you couldn’t help but think how much pain it had brought you instead. “We never did learn to surf.” Producing the smallest of grins, your lips curling up in a reminiscent smile, you let your fingertips run over the smooth spine of the novel, a calming treasure that instantly stilled your rapid heart.

“We never did a lot of things, did we?”

This time you looked at her, truly saw her instead of pretending to look, just like you always did when you’d visit. The view from the twenty second floor had become your scapegoat during the long visits, your chest not being able to bear the sight of your own mother laying before you, unmoving and unaware.

“Hope I’m not interrupting?”

Two knocks tapped firmly against the slightly ajar door, a soft-spoken voice following soon after. You watched a tuft of blond hair peek around the corner, black thick framed glasses perched high upon the slope of a perfect nose; a man unknown to you.

“Uh, well… not really. Sorry, who exactly are you?”

Untucking your legs from the chair and ignoring the slight bouts of pain shooting through the muscles, you quickly stood, dropping your book into the cushioned seat of your absence. The man must have noticed your confused stare, since he muttered something to himself rather quickly, before letting out a somewhat embarrassed laugh.

“Sorry, you don’t know me, but I’m Doctor Kim’s intern.”

The man slowly pushed open the door, stepping into the room soon after, your eyes casting a study of the rather tall stranger from head to toe. He was young, had a boyish look to him that let you know he wasn’t someone to be intimidated by, especially with his Ryan printed dress shirt tucked into a pair of tight fitting slacks, a white medical coat finishing the rather bizarre ensemble.

It was obvious he dyed his hair, the pale blonde locks starting to darken near the roots, fringe styled up and away from his eyes, still allowing him to keep a speck of professionalism with him. You noticed his demeanor grow nervous, fingers fiddling with the three pens clipped into his coat pocket, instantly boosting your curiosity about the strange man.

“Intern? I didn’t know Doctor Kim had an intern, he never mentioned anything…” You trailed off, more so to yourself than anything else.

“Yes, well it’s only my third day so I’m sure he hasn’t had time to talk about me yet.”

He chuckled at his own joke, cheeks turning a shade darker while simultaneously prodding at his bottom lip, and you couldn’t help but crack a smile at the guys attempt at humor. It was no wonder he was so fidgety and nervous, being fresh meat and all to the higher ups who worked around the clock at the hospital.

“Is he not in today?” Furrowing your brows in confusion, you thought back to the brief conversation you had with Doctor Kim over the phone the day before, where he promised to update you on any latest concerns or improvements on your next visit.

Unless there was nothing to tell, then he had no reason to show face after all.

“He had a family emergency he needed to tend to, and told me to check up on you to let you know.” Taking a step closer, shortening the large gap, he shot a blinding grin your way, dimples and all, before sticking out his hand rather confidently.

“I’m Doctor Kim, but you can call me Namjoon, since I’m sure that would get confusing in the future.”

Placing your palm into his much larger one, you were surprised at how gentle he shook your hand, letting the tips of his fingers brush against yours as he pulled away. Your cheeks were suddenly hot, head slightly dizzy from how quickly the man, Namjoon, went from shy and reserved to anything but.

“I’m ____.” You smiled, letting your hand fall back to your side, still slightly warm from his touch. You mentally scolded yourself for acting so insane, like you were thirteen again seeing a handsome face appear before you. How long had it been since you’d even last held someone’s hand?

It was pathetic really.

“Umm, Doctor Kim didn’t happen to mention any news on my mom, did he?”

Your fingers interlocked together, resting against your fluttering stomach, nails digging into the skin of your palms as you watched his face dim from pleasantly happy to sorrowful. It was a face you were used to, could practically see upon any person you came in contact with.

“No he didn’t, I’m sorry.” He turned to take a quick glance at the patient lying in the bed, monitor displaying a steady pulse, and nothing else. No activity, no consciousness, nothing. When he turned back to you, your hands fell in slight defeat, not even remotely disappointed as you should have been. The answer was always the same anyways.

“If there’s any changes, I’ll make sure to call you right away, if not me then Doctor Kim.”

With a weak nod, and forced smile of gratitude, you let out a sigh of acceptance, while reaching down to grab your backpack from its spot next to the chair.

“Thank you, it was nice meeting you Namjoon.”

You watched him walk backwards, clipboard in hand, while faintly bumping into the counter behind him on his way to the door, an embarrassed chuckle leaving his mouth in a rush. Holding up two fingers, he slightly waved a brief goodbye.

“You as well, ____.”

After he slipped through the door, leaving you once again standing in an eerie silence of repetitive beeps, you quickly slung your bag onto your shoulder while your hands curled over the plastic railing at the foot of the bed.

Her hair was brushed, strew out across the pillowcase in thin curls, the tube down her throat making you shudder, eyes closing at the image you’d rather not see, not have to bear any longer. When you opened them again, you had hoped she’d be staring back at you, that your mere presence would have been enough to wake her from the induced sleep she’d been put into.

You weren’t though, you weren't enough.

“See you next time.”

Stepping away from the bed was like leaving her all over again, saying goodbye to her just like you had those six months ago after she insisted that you do it, just in case, because life wasn’t all that kind and you would need the closure.

Just in case.

“By the way, dad says he misses you. We both do.”

With that you turned and left, unable to spare a single glance behind as you did.

/~/

“Fuck, that’s it, yes.”

Drops of sweat lined his brow, ran a path down his neck while dripping onto tainted sheets dirtied with cum and sweat. The girl on his cock bounced beautifully, tits slapping in his face with every drop, throat exposed and littered with red bites that would blossom into bruises lasting for days, a little reminder of her endeavors in his bed.

“O-h, fuck me harder, god your cock is fucking heaven!”

Hoseok smirked, fingertips digging harder into her hips, nails leaving crescent marks into the bones that protruded in his hold, helping push her back down onto him. She had an unyielding grip on the tufts of his hair, pulling at his roots hard enough that his jaw clenched in discomfort, but being balls deep in a wet cunt was undoubtedly worth the pain, especially when the girl knew how to roll her hips in a way that had him snarling the filthiest shit into her ear.

Removing a hand from her waist, Hoseok gripped the long black locks cascading down her back in a tight fist, pulling her head back and body into a perfect arch. He reveled in the whimper of pain that left her cherry coated lips, an eye for an eye and all that. Sitting up straighter, Hoseok held her down onto his cock, instructing her to grind on him while he ravished her perky little nipples, his free hand running down her ass to grab a cheek full of flesh.

Wrapping his lips around a nipple, he let his teeth scrape against the supple skin, earning a high pitched squeal from her in return. His tongue laved over her, tasting the salty tang on his tongue while leaving small nips and bites in his wake. It was enough to have her shaking atop him, thighs trembling and walls clenched.

Releasing his hold on her, he was none the gentle pushing her off of him, ignoring the confused pout she sent him while toppling down onto the plush bed. She really was a pillow princess, preferred to be doted on while being fucked into earth shattering orgasms. Hoseok didn’t give a fuck in the slightest, as he could take her however he wanted, position her how he wanted, and she’d let him, as long as she got to cum in the end. It was like having his own personal sex doll, just a living and breathing one at that.

Details.

“Hose-”

“Turn around, wanna fuck you from behind.”

And like that, her eyes were lighting up like he’d just asked her to meet him at the alter. Inside, Hoseok scoffed, noting the girl to be nothing more than a two timing slut that was bored with her below average husband, coming to him to show her the finer things in life. Like his cum down her throat and his hand prints on her ass.

“Mmm, okay.”

On his knees, one hand stroking himself as he impatiently watched her situate her body to his liking, chest flush to the bed and ass high in the air. On the outside, Hoseok was delighted at how shameless she was, her plush cheeks parting to give him a glimpse of what she was offering. On his tamer days, he might have asked if he could bury his face between those cheeks, letting her coat his tongue as he toyed with her well beyond her limit, but Hoseok was feeling especially selfish at the moment and so was his dick.

“Your ass is to die for, jesus christ.”

After letting one ringing slap land on her ass that jiggled beneath his palm, he lined the head of his cock to her cunt, not delaying his pleasure for any longer as he slid into her with ease, her walls clamping down around him in sudden shock.

“Warn me next time!” She whined, like the little brat she was. Hoseok ignored her, instead let his hands run down the slope of her spine, before once again grabbing her hair, this time with both hands, as leverage to fuck himself into her.

“God damn, your pussy is gold Mina, don’t know why you let that thing you call a man into it every night.”

Groans slipped from his throat, jumbled with her own screams and squeals as he impaled her on him with every snap of his hips, shallow and quick, his end rapidly approaching. He could feel it building in his stomach, abs tensed and balls tingling with every slap against her thighs.

“Yes, yes Hoseok, harder, fucking wreck me!”

He snarled, lips curling in and darkened with his impending climax. Bending down so his chest was flush against her back, he slowed his pace to deep rolls, cock bottoming out with every grind, never fully leaving the warmth she provided him.

“Fuck, take my cock you little slut.” His teeth clamped down onto the skin behind her ear, her own eyes rolling back into her head at the sultry words that left his mouth like honey, coating her entire body in nothing short of ecstasy.

“I’ll have you coming back to me, every single night, worshiping my cock like you were meant to do.” Hoseok chuckled, voice graveled and rough. “After all, that’s all slut’s like you are good for, right?”

“Yes! Yes, I’m such a fucking slut for your cock! Please, god please let me come, I can’t-”

“No. You don’t come until I fill your filthy cunt up, I want it dripping out of you when you leave, that way your devoted little husband knows what his wife was really up to tonight. How you were- “

Returning to his previous position, on his knees behind her, Hoseok pulled out until only the sensitive head was enveloped by her cunt, lips puffy and red from his brutal fucking. With a satisfied look, he held onto her hips, thumbs digging in for aided emphasis.

“Getting ruined by a cock worth cheating for.”

Heavy breaths, skin slapping, throaty groans, they all echoed off the walls of the room as Hoseok fucked her from behind like a starved man, hips pistoning into her pussy as he hung on the brink of sanity. His mind was cloudy, in a blissed daze with how intense his orgasm was going to be, he was going to come so fucking hard. He wouldn’t be surprised if he passed the fuck out right after.

Which would most likely piss of the withering girl beneath him, but it’s not like he especially cared.

He could always compensate her in other ways.

“Fucking hell, I‘m gonna cum, fuck, fuck, gonna fill you and fuck it out of you…”

“Oh god, it’s so good, shit!” He could hear her cries, tears staining his pillow as she bit into the fabric to keep from biting her own damn lips. He swiveled his hips, fucking up into her while throwing his head back, releasing an audible groan that was most likely heard by the staff scattered around his house, but he didn’t care, because he was going to bust the biggest fucking nut in her in about two seconds and-

“Hello, Hello! How’s my fav- Oh, Hoseokie, I didn’t know you had company.”

The ever annoyingly grating voice of his brother was suddenly cock blocking his efforts, all singsong and sarcastic as he stood in the doorway with a grin that demanded attention despite his current predicament. It was obvious he didn’t care in the slightest about interrupting, with how he leaned against the doorjamb with his arms crossed, eyebrows raised expectantly.

Stopping mid-thrust, Hoseok eyed Seokjin over his shoulder with an annoyed look, hair disheveled and still balls deep in a now embarrassed and pliant girl beneath him. He scoffed. Now she chose to get all shy.

“Come along little brother, a family discussion is in order.”

Orgasm now miles away, cock softening instantly at the sight of his cheerful hyung in colorful prints and looking especially glowing despite having caught his baby brother mid-fuck, Hoseok let out a groan of frustration while removing himself from the bed, slipping back into a pair of black silk shorts.

“Really hyung? You couldn’t wait another ten fucking seconds?”

The girl slid out his bed soon after, wrapping a fluffy blanket around her body to maintain some modesty while averting her eyes downwards as she beelined it towards the door with clothes in hand, her escape being blocked by a broad shouldered Seokjin who eyed her with a faux smile, all judgement but too nice to let it show on his face.

“I’ll just umm, be leaving now. Hello Seokjin, nice seeing you again.”

Stepping aside to allow her room to pass, Seokjin gave a brief nod of his head, excellent at maintaining a nonchalant composure despite the situation. “You too Mina, do make sure and say hello to Charles for me would you?”

Hoseok outright laughed, shaking his head at the way his brother was able to execute an outright stab in the back while charming his words with a pleased smile. The girl look horrified, and the least bit ashamed as she sprinted out of the room, the front door of his house slamming only seconds later.

“That was low, even for you.”

“I don’t think you’re one to be lecturing me little brother. Downstairs in five, and wash your face, that color of lipstick doesn’t suit your complexion.”

/~/

“You really should work on not sleeping with married women.” Seokjin drawled on from his reclined position on Hoseok’s leather couch, legs crossed in a pristine professionalism that made the younger man roll his eyes upon entering the room.

Freshly showered and sporting comfortable clothing, black jeans and a matching hoodie, Hoseok had made sure to rub a quick one off before coming downstairs. To ease him into a more relaxed state, a nicer mood. Fuck knows he’d need it to deal with a temperamental Seokjin.

“You know me hyung, I never turn a willing participant away.”

He smirked, plopping down into the plush recliner across from the couch, making sure to keep his distance from the frown that was slowly forming on his brother’s face.

“She’s married you idiot, I thought you’d know better. If something like this gets out-” The older male shook his head at his brothers tendency to overlook the consequences that didn’t concern himself. It wasn’t often he received a call from his father telling him to go and scold the youngest of the family, even though Seokjin found himself doing that more than not on his own accord. Their father rarely got involved, and that simple fact made him just the slightest bit on edge.

“It’ll be bad for business, sales will go down, yeah I fucking know. You make sure and tell me every time you barge in here without knocking. This is my house you know.”

Hoseok’s irritation was slowly reaching its limit. Biting his tongue had never been a strong suit for him, and instead he chose to dig his nails into the fabric of the chair while giving his brother an annoyed stare.

“A house you didn’t pay for.”

“Details.”

“Father called. He wants to see you in his office tomorrow.”

He swallowed, pushed back the anxiety that instantly swarmed his body upon the mentioning of his sperm donor. Not like he had ever been a fucking dad to him anyways. Hoseok grew up with multiple nanny’s playing the role of mom after his birth one kicked the bucket after bringing him into this world. His step mom wasn’t any better, a statue could be more nurturing than that hellish woman.

“Why?”

Seokjin could hear the slight panic in his brother’s voice, simply because he knew him as well as he did. To others, it would come off as indifferent, uncaring of such an issue.

“Most likely another fuck up on your part.”

Hoseok let out an amused chuckle, while brushing away the fringe from his face and relaxing back into the chair, eyes closed and head tilted back into a temporary rest. He could hear the sound of Seokjin sipping at his coffee, the waves as they rolled onto the beach, with his house being only a few short steps away.

“Well, what’s fucking new.”

/~/

The campus was never overly crowded on Friday’s, especially during Summer term where people often chose to party on the beach instead of drowning in assignments and part-time jobs. You almost preferred the lack of people when you visited, it was easier to find unoccupied tables at ideal locations to study at instead of in the library that was suffocatingly stuffy, in a used books sort of way.

Noon was approaching as you sat under a large oak, hot sun blocked from view by the winding branches overhead. The grass felt cool against your bare legs, shoes kicked off to let your feet breath from the constant walking you had done earlier in the day, the strands of green tickling your toes whenever you shifted into a more comfortable position.

The courtyard was empty, save for you and one other person lounging at a nearby picnic table. You had been attempting to read the newest chapter of your economics book for the past half hour, yet your attention was always pulled back to the patch of yellow daisies to your left. Minor distractions kept pushing their way to the forefront of your mind, and sadly, you knew that you’d most likely get no studying done today with your ability to focus nonexistent.

Deeming it pointless to further pretend you were making any progress towards your studies, you slammed the heavy front of your textbook closed, shoving it back into your bag with a defeated look. You were about to reach for your phone to invite Tae out to lunch when a familiar high pitched, shrill voice, distracted you, your head peering around the edge of the tree to see Yuna herself talking carelessly loud on her phone.

“But Minnie! I was really looking forward to this trip with you!”

“Minnie! Don’t you care how I’m suffering right now? Just cancel your meeting!”

“Forget it, there’s no way you can possibly make this up to me!”

“......Did you say Chanel?”

“Gold with glitter jewels?”

“You’re the best Minnie! I’ll see you tonight, and I’ll wear the red dress just for you.”

Min Yuna held a certain aura that demanded everyone’s attention, whether good or bad. It wasn’t hard to miss her extravagant appearance; styled voluminous curls cascading down her back, fire red faux leather jacket perched upon her shoulders with a tight black mini skirt to match, and you scoffed when you noticed how it barely covered her ass. Her legs looked even longer, leaner, in the five inch stilettos she sported, despite the uneven terrain of the college.

Speaking of college.

“Yah! Yuna, why don’t you shut up, some people are trying to get some work done here.”

It wasn’t a secret that you despised her, everyone in town knew it, she knew it, even the ocean knew it, as it often got an earful of your complaints whenever you were forced to be within five feet of the devil in Prada.

If looks could kill, you would have surely gone up in flames the minute her gaze found your own, already immensely irritated that you had even dared utter a word to her. She still had the phone pressed to her ear, yet glossy red lips were now set into a sneer at your rude interruption. Quickly muttering something into the phone, to whom you had no idea, she ended the call before strutting your way, that obviously meant your impending doom, in her eyes at least.

To you, she was the least intimidating person you’d ever met.

“Don’t you have anything better to do than bud into people's lives that aren’t your own?” Yuna snapped aggressively, standing to your left with her arms crossed and hip jutted out. Looking up from your spot on the ground, your eyes squinted at the blurry image of her angered face, the sun’s brightness blocking your view, which you quickly shielded with your hand.

“Don’t you know that your voice is annoying? No one wants to hear what the hell you’re wearing to the club Yuna, no one gives a shit.”

A small ‘hmph’ passed through her lips, eyes rolling at your obvious judgement towards her. It wasn’t like you to stick around, picking fights with her, because in your eyes it deemed you no better than her. Yet a large part of you was still upset over how she had treated Taehyung, had practically kicked him to the curb for the thousandth time. So maybe indulging in a petty feud, for the sake of your friend, was worth it.

“At least I have somewhere to be tonight. All you ever do is sit around with your books, all by yourself, don’t you care that you have no fucking life?”

Anger burned hot in your chest, hatred for the pest standing before you boiling over into your veins, making your fists clench with unreleased fury, because you were not a violent person, even though you wanted nothing more than to land a punch square in her perfectly, fake nose.

Slipping your shoes back on while zipping up your bag, your education the last thing on your mind now, you stood up with determined eyes, and maybe Yuna saw how clearly pissed you were, as she took a large step back, chin jutted up with confidence that she’d have the last say.

“Listen, people may grovel at your feet, but I’m not one of them. I don’t care what you have to say, and I don’t particularly care that I chose to focus on my future instead of acquiring a new STD every night. You’re nothing Yuna, and your words mean nothing to me.”

You were getting too heated, venomous words spilling from your mouth in uncontrolled rage. It bothered you that she was able to slither her way under your skin so easily. You weren’t a confrontational person, in fact you really hated calling out anyone on their mistakes. Yet something about Yuna made you angrier than you’d ever been in your entire life, and with that came the desire to confront her, to call her out for being a complete nightmare to anyone she crossed paths with.

Inhaling a few, much needed breaths of air into your lungs, rant now fizzled out into a simmering vexation, you watched on with satisfaction at the look of shock that crossed over her features. You had never dared to be so bold in the past, and could tell that a part of her was perplexed by it.

“Obviously my words do mean something, or else you wouldn’t be getting so upset by them.”

She smirked, eyes darkened and ready for the kill. A look of unfamiliarity settled upon her face, one that sent warning signals to your brain, that it was a good time to flee and accept your small victory. Though, a brief thought crossed your mind, that maybe you had underestimated just how cruel Min Yuna could truly be.

“Why don’t you run home and focus on your own life, ____. With your father and his dying business. It’s obvious he could use the help, as his usual partner is well, a little preoccupied.”

A sickening sensation flared up in your chest, Yuna’s words snaked with thorns that tore into your heart, embedding themselves until you were bleeding openly from within. Recognition crossed over her face, a triumphant grin eerily stretching across her lips, a red that reminded you of the devil himself. All evil and no remorse, no conscious.

“H-how could you even say that to me?”

The unadulterated shock prevented the rage from overtaking you, stopped the tears from freely falling in response to her cruel words. Your family’s personal matters were no secret among the town, word traveled fast through a small vicinity, and people liked to partner gossip with their daily brunch. It was hard, receiving pitying looks from locals whenever you’d pass by, their condolences sent with the usual frown and diverted eyes.

Yet no one dared to ever ask you about your mom, not having the courage to shed light on such a sensitive topic. Except for Yuna, with unwavering confidence and a skill for mapping out a person's biggest weakness.

Now broken into a temporary silence, your previous fire having been diminished with icy words that cut across your skin like blades, Yuna gave a tilt of her head, hair flicking flawlessly behind her shoulder with one quick sweep of her hand.

“Oh darling, how could I not?”

Giving you one last glance with her eyes full of judgement and contempt, Yuna gracefully spun on her patent heels, strutting away through the courtyard with the final word, the shattered pieces of your armor trailing behind her.

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“You’re going to be sweating whiskey and tequila if you don’t slow the hell down.”

The ever present, ever judging stare of Taehyung burned holes into the side of your face as you tipped another shot back of whatever type of liquor you held in your hand, the burn feeling similar to molten fire as it slid down your throat. You were not much of a drinker, in fact, the only time you had ever truly been three sheets to the wind was freshman year of high school, where you had discovered a forgotten bottle of Vodka underneath the kitchen counter during your parent's weekend getaway.

It was Taehyung too, that had saved you that time. When he had found you, upside down over the back of the couch with flushed cheeks and all smiles, he had broken down into hysteric laughs at the image itself. Sure, he had spent a majority of the night holding your hair back while both your lunch and dinner returned tenfold, yet he was there by your side, puke and all.

Now, he wasn’t exactly smiling. More like frowning intently at your drunken stupor, while watching you slip into an area of self loathing and regret. Typical actions for many on a Friday night, but for you, a rare occurrence. You were known for keeping your emotions in check, hardly letting anything break through the walls you had successfully built around yourself. Yet, such defenses had all been blown to bits by none other than the devil incarnate herself.

“Okay, that’s enough. Give me that!” The small shot glass was ripped from your lips, which you fought for rather diligently in return. Though your strength was nothing compared to Taehyung’s and you could only imagine what you both looked like, struggling over an empty glass of tequila like children.

“Yah! Stop, I’m not done yet! I could go all night!”

Hearing a frustrated huff fall from his lips, you finally let go of the glass with a threatening glare, yet Taehyung didn’t seem the least bit affected by your expression. Instead he stood up from the bar stool, sliding the glass along the counter, down and away from your prying hands.

“If you keep this shit up, you’ll be completely wasted within thirty minutes.”

You watched him lean his side against the bar, shaggy locks falling into his eyes which he blew away with a single breath. You frowned.

“What’s wrong with that? Can’t I live a little?”

“It’s nine thirty! Who the hell gets drunk off their ass at nine thirty at night?”

The club, il’Ricco, was nothing short of extravagant, far from the usual dingy and sketchy hole in the ground that people were known to visit on the regular. Honestly, it had been a surprise you and Taehyung had even been able to get into the place, as the line normally wrapped around the building and down the block with people waiting impatiently to have a night they’d never forget, or most likely would, when morning came around.

The both of you had only waited a short hour and a half to get in, with him complaining about his feet hurting every five minutes while leaning against your side like an overgrown puppy. You had just scoffed at his whines, since you had been the one in heels, not him.

From outside, the three story building looked rather plain, red bricks and a single sign that hung from above the entrance. It was nothing like what you’d find in the city, yet for a small town, its curb appeal had been better than expected. Upon stepping foot onto velvet floors encased within black walls, lights strung from ceiling to ceiling with refined elegance, you had seemed to enter an alternate reality, intruding into an atmosphere that you were clearly not a part of.

It was a palace for the elite, whose pockets were full of cash, with lives to match their frivolous spending. Where women were dressed to the nines in designer fabrics, and men were decked out in Italian and Rolex's that cost more than your tuition itself. Every single person looked pristine, flawless in their appearance, and you had instantly felt out of place within seconds.

Taehyung hadn’t cared that he was dressed in a pair of black slacks, baby blue shirt tucked in rather carelessly that hung from his shoulders in a loose manner. Somehow, he still managed to pull off such a look. Your friend was the epitome of beauty, you had discovered long ago. His features sharp and defined, gaze either cold or welcoming depending on his mood.

Maybe, if you hadn’t known him since the first grade, where you had caught him eating a stick of glue, while proceeding to cry because his lips were stuck together, you could have fallen hard for him. Yet some people were meant to last a lifetime, simply as each other's support systems, lifelines when things got shaky, someone to help you back onto your feet when things got rough. That was who Taehyung was for you, a constant in your life, a person you trusted one hundred percent and more.

You were almost jealous of the confidence he harbored within a single stare, and how he effortlessly seemed to fit into the atmosphere of people. You on the other hand, seemed to stick out like an unwanted scuff on their shoes. Or, that’s what it felt like to you at least. You had put on one of the three dresses you had hanging in your closet, untouched since you’d bought it last June. A simple off the shoulder black dress, that fell above your knees with a plunging v-neckline that showed a fair amount of cleavage, yet not too much that would be considered un-tasteful to your standards.

In reality, you felt rather naked. The most skin you were used to showing were your legs, whenever the off chance happened that you left your house in a pair of shorts. Taehyung had whistled when he’d picked you up, keys swinging around his finger from where he’d been leaning against the passenger door of his beat up Ford.

“Don’t you look hot. What’s the occasion?”

“I have a date with Tequila Rose.”

With Taehyung by your side though, you felt some of your worries melt away, with the aid of the alcohol currently brimming in your veins as well. You weren’t drunk, just carefree enough to forget about your day, and Yuna herself. Which had been your plan all along.

You felt a twinge of guilt creep up your shoulders though, because you were acting more of a nuisance than a friend at the moment, completely neglecting Taehyung’s own feelings in your search for intoxication. With a long sigh, and a look that screamed ‘forgive me’, you gently nudged his arm to gain his attention.

“Sorry.”

Upon hearing your apology, the permanent frown that had previously accompanied his face slowly morphed into one of reassurance, his hand coming out to shove your shoulder just the slightest, before pinching your cheek between his thumb and finger.

“How can I stay mad at this face?” He cooed, and you were quick to bat away his hand with a laugh, aware that people had been watching the whole interaction from the start. You could practically feel their judging stares burning holes into the back of your skull, yet the anxiety you had once felt had soon diminished and faded away into nothing. You were determined to have a good time.

“I’ll go get you some water okay? Dilute some of that tequila before you pass out.”

“But I’m not even dru-!”

You words fell into silence at his already retreating form, pushing through the crowd to hunt down the bartender for a bottle of water. You faintly smiled, thankful for having such a friend by your side, despite the troubles you put him through.

“Finally alone, I see?”

You felt your skin prick at the unfamiliar voice by your ear, a soft tone that you’d barely heard over the bass of the music. The presence of a warm body was felt behind you, looming over your shoulder, and you swore you felt a breath caress your exposed neck, causing a wave of shivers to fall over your body. You were quick to spin in your seat, hand supporting yourself on the edge of the counter as you came face to chest with someone entirely unknown to you.

The first thing you noticed were silver pants, taught against thighs that brushed your knees as you spun around. Looking up, you were met with blond hair, fringe styled into an uneven part away from his face, with mischievous eyes that seemed to consume your own in a heated stare. Drink in hand, the other resting casually in his pocket, you eyed the man curiously. You couldn’t help but notice how close he was to you, obviously lacking the knowledge of personal space.

“Umm…”

You felt rather small, looking up at the stranger. In your seated position, he stood with a grace that could only come with years of harbored confidence and luxury. His attire was exotic, making him stand out among the mass of people. The white dress shirt tucked into his pants stretched tight against his chest, the faint outline of his stomach seemingly noticeable with how near your eyes were to it, the first three buttons undone for people to catch a teasing glance of honeyed skin.

“What is it doll? At a loss for words?” Heart shaped lips turned up into a knowing smirk, as if he could tell where your eyes had been roaming for the past ten seconds. Seeing his eyes briefly flicker down from your face, with a dreadful realization you noticed that you provided him with a clear view of your chest from where he stood. Your cheeks flushed the slightest, unable to thoroughly cover yourself. You blamed the heat overcoming your body on the alcohol itself, instead of the painfully handsome male in front of you.

“You’re awfully close.”

You kept your tone light, despite the increasing anxiety pooling in your belly at how you were being looked at. For some reason, he made you nervous, provided you with the struggle of meeting his eyes when he was unwavering with his proximity towards you.

“I could get closer.” He teased, reaching behind you to place his glass of whiskey on the counter. You leaned back as he drew nearer to you, his hand hovering next to yours on the edge of the bar. Your pulse sped up to rapid beats, the stranger invading your senses in more ways than one.

“I’ve been looking at you all night sweetheart. You’ve been sitting here in your pretty dress, and no one’s come up to talk to you. How can that be?”

His head tilted to the side, eyes glinting playfully in the florescent lights of the club. You swallowed rather harshly at the tension forming between your body and his, his chest briefly brushing against your shoulder as he pulled away, before accompanying the empty seat next to yours.

You hadn't expected anyone to approach you tonight, as it was obvious you and Taehyung were outsiders in foreign territory. Though you hadn’t missed the many longing stares from women towards your friend, their interests obviously peaked at a new face, yet too shallow to talk with someone of such lower class.

“Can I buy you a drink?” He grinned, voice smooth and sharp as ice, slender fingers drumming on the counter leisurely. You watched the way the muscles of his forearm flexed from where it was perched on the edge of the bar, cuffs rolled up to his elbows tastefully.

“Sorry, I think I’m cut off for the night.” You sent him a sheepish smile, crossing one leg over the other out of nervous habit, the presence of such a man making you unsure. You weren’t timid when it came to flirting, yet you had never been approached by a person with a face belonging to that of a god, and irritatingly enough, it was overly intimidating.

“By who, that guy you came in with?” He scoffed, obvious judgement laced within his words, and instantly you were put on alert, fingers harshly gripping the counter. You could tell the man obviously thought nothing of Taehyung, despite having not even spoken a single word to him. His demeanor was relaxed, like he was just waiting for you to fall into his grasp so easily, as if it would take nothing at all.

“Yeah, that guy I came in with. Sorry, but I don’t want you to buy me anything.”

At the change in your voice, he sat up a little straighter, the shine in his eyes dimming down to a darker stare that held the intent to ruin and destroy. At the knowledge that his plans were not happening the way he had desired, you saw the apparent change in his demeanor, the playful glance he had welcomed you with still present, yet the conversation shifting drastically from light to defensive and unwelcoming.

“You sure about that sweetheart? You do know I can actually afford the drinks here, right?”

The endearment made your skin crawl, no longer wanting to be in the presence of someone so egotistical, despite how attractive you found the guy. You knew his type too well, and the obvious attraction you had felt towards him from the start was slowly being overshadowed with the want to completely leave his company altogether.

“What makes you think I can’t? I wouldn’t be throwing around your money so carelessly, especially when it comes to women. I’m sure you know firsthand how greedy they can be.”

Satisfaction ran through you at his obvious surprise at your words, as if he had never had someone speak so freely to him, especially a stranger no doubt. It was as if you could see the gears spinning in his head, deciding if he should proceed with you, or give up completely. Yet something told you this man liked a challenge, and that was what worried you most of all.

“Feisty little thing aren’t you?” He chuckled, leaning forward in his seat to once again invade your space, hand sliding along the counter to a resting position beside your arm. One leg was stretched out on the other side of your own seat, giving you a feeling of being caged in, caught in the lion's den with no escape. You prayed for Taehyung to make his return sooner rather than later.

“I’m just going to get straight to the point.” He spoke low, voice a smooth drawl that affected you in more ways than one, despite your apparent dislike towards him. “You look fucking delicious in this dress, and I’d like to take you home, and show you a good time.”

Shock crossed over your face at his boldness, words cutting against your resolve, leaving your fingers shaking just the slightest against the marbled counter top. His hand slid smoothly atop your own, stilling the tremors as you felt the sudden warmth of his touch against your fingers. You didn’t shake him off straight away, which he took as a sign to proceed, when in fact you were too stunned to push him away, gather yourself and head straight for the exit.

“I’d love nothing more than to bend you over this counter right now and have my way with you. You have a mouth on you sweetheart, and I’m dying to shove something between those pretty lips of yours to shut you up.”

Your eyes widened at the abruptness of his words, mouth parted in silent awe at the sheer filth that coated his lips deliciously. Harboring hatred towards yourself for being even the slightest bit affected by his desires, you quickly flung his hand off your own, resulting in him leaning back and away from you with a satisfied grin, one that clearly let on just how much he knew his words had impacted you. Grabbing at his drink once again, you ignored the way his throat flexed with every gulp as he downed the bitter liquid expertly. Pink lips curved over the rim of the glass, glistening and plump, with the intent to make your breathing uneven, your knees shake, despite your rising anger.

Determined to have the last word, at least once today, you stood up abruptly from your chair, legs just the slightest bit wobbly; determination presented itself across your face as you prepared to give the bastard one hell of a goodbye speech. Yet you never got the chance, as a hand suddenly encased your upper arm, the familiar touch of your friend grounding you back into a calm state, enough to instantly lose the need to buy an outrageously priced cocktail to spill over the man’s head with triumph.

“Turns out they ran out of water, let’s go.”

Without another second wasted, Taehyung was turning you around towards the exit, having witnessed the later part of your interaction with the stranger, though unable to have heard the words he had sultrily whispered to you with ambition.

“So, I’m taking your leave as a no?”

The man spoke casually from behind you, halting both your and Taehyung’s steps. The tone of his voice gave no hints at any harboring disappointment at the inability to win you over, as if he’d never expected to grace you with his time in the first place. Turning back around, you gave him an exasperated look, clearly annoyed at his undying persistence. Behind you, you could practically feel Taehyung glowering at the guy, and knowing how short of a fuse he held when it came to men bothering you just the slightest amount. The last thing you wanted was for him to cause an unnecessary scene.

“My answer will always be no.”

Sending him the sweetest smile you could muster up, despite your sour mood, you didn’t stick around long enough to witness his reaction at your words, knowing he was most likely unaffected at such a loss. He probably had women lined up to spend a night with him, and you highly doubted you’d leave him with any lingering thoughts of you afterwards.

“Come on. I have a bottle of wine at the house.”

It was your turn to grab Taehyung’s arm, gesturing towards the exit with quick steps, wanting to leave as quickly as you’d come. It had been a mistake to ever ponder into unwelcome territories, and you hated yourself for wasting your Friday night, and Taehyung’s, at such a place.

“I’m drinking the entire thing, you owe me ____.”

Taehyung’s brassy laugh was heard to your left, his form already retreating swiftly through the double doors, a neon green ‘Exit’ sign flashing above them. Your steps slowed, too lost in realization as you caught sight of Yuna herself out of the corner of your eye. The source of your bad night was sat sideways across the lap of an unknown man, who had his face buried deep into her neck as she shook with exaggerated laughs.

Once again reminded of why you had ventured out with the intent to drown your sorrows in alcohol in the first place, you practically ran towards the double doors that would offer you freedom and peace of mind once again. Nothing good had come from your adventurous night out, nothing at all.

As you quickly caught up with Taehyung waiting outside, you vowed to never step foot into il’Ricco ever again.

#bts smut #bts scenario #hoseok smut #hoseok scenario #bts #hoseok #bts angst #hoseok angst #bangtan smut #jhope smut #jhope scenario #bangtan scenario #bangtan #jhope

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character name: Catherine Loftis-Blake age & birthday: 30, 21st June 1991 gender & pronouns: Cis female, She/her place of birth & time in Asteria: Fairfield, Connecticut || 3 years District: Queens Park occupation: Model & stay at home mother faceclaim: Lily James

CHARACTER BIOGRAPHY

Tw: death, emotional abuse

PAST

Born in Fairfield, Connecticut, Catherine Hamilton-Blake nee Moore was the youngest of three children with two older brothers. Her parents, both working throughout her whole childhood were loving but incredibly removed, hence their children being brought up by a ripple of nannies who came in and out their very large family home regularly. Her father was the president of Airborn Dynamics, a company that is best known for providing weapons to the US military, a job that made the man a lot of money on top of a lot of enemies. Her mother worked as a Chief executive at the same company which was how the two of them actually met, although both were lower ranking at that point.

When she was sixteen Catherine’s oldest brother Charlie enrolled in the navy and soon after the younger brother Trent joined the Amy. It had always been a given that the two boys would become members of the armed forces in one way or another, but that didn’t stop the girl from feeling a loss at them no longer being at home with her anymore. The large house they lived in became even more empty without the two boys, a lot of the day she was the only one home, fuelling a determination in the girl to do something that got her out of the house. Problem was she never actually acted on that feeling, instead just going out to bars with her friends, partying, not to mention spending more than her fair share of her family’s income at the local mall.

One afternoon she was hanging out in the food court with her then boyfriend when a modelling scout spotted the blonde, promising her fame and fortune if she signed up for their agency. Normally this would have been the stuff of lies but this was actually a genuine offer which was how she became a model despite her parents protesting. She loved it because it was a chance to travel the world, be given free clothing, not to mention everyone around her would tell the woman how stunning she was at all times.

When she was twenty one the girl landed a contract as the face of Burberry’s new fragrance and this was huge for Catherine. When the CEO of the company came to set one day with his childhood friend James the woman instantly caught said friend’s eye, swiftly he started putting the moves on her, which the blonde found exciting and flattering. He offered her an elevated quality of life even beyond what she’d had growing up, and the girl was sucked in. Even though he was married at the time he managed to convince Catherine over the course of a few days that he was in love with her, embarking on what turned out to be an eight year affair the two of them had together. He showered her with gifts, sweet words, flew her all over and even bought the girl her own apartment on the Upper East Side. All to keep her silent, but in her mind it was because he truly did see a future with her.

Catherine thought she was living in a dream, and it stayed like that for a while until everything became a nightmare one day on a Jamaican beach. Frolicking in the waves with her hair tumbling around her shoulders Catherine was doing what she did best, but everything around her started to go weird, people were whispering and looking at her with real concern in their eyes. Starting to panic she had no idea what was going on, but all became clear when the producer of the shoot was charged with the job of letting her know that her brother Trent had been caught up in a IED explosion while on an outreach mission and had lost his life at the scene. In the back of her mind she’d always known it was possible for something like this to happen, but still it was an event that rocked her family to the core. Her mother withdrawing into herself becoming a shell, her father blaming himself, and none of them had any idea what was going on with Charlie because he was deployed on an unknown mission. She felt at sea all on her own, which was why she turned to James for the support she needed and he seemed to think the way to placate her was to divorce his wife and propose to the girl. A knee jerk reaction that everyone else could see, but not Catherine, who was rapidly becoming the queen of denial.

PRESENT

That was three years ago, they got married on the beach near her hometown and four months ago the couple welcomed their first daughter, Ivy. James Loftis-Blake has been cheating on his new wife ever since the two of them said I do and everyone can see it, but she swears down to the ground he has eyes only for her. Even when he goes away for weeks on end, leaving the woman alone with their daughter in the huge house they own. In fact she finds the size of the house when he isn’t home so lonely she has bought her own apartment Downtown to stay in during this time, taking Ivy without telling him, she will go on an extended ‘vacation’ for this time. Plugging the holes in her heart with designer shoes, handbags, clothing, and jewels, she looks every inch the happy go lucky socialite that in incredibly aspirational. Attending premiers and events as James’ little trophy she gets to do things others could only dream of, but she’s aware that this is because of his achievements rather than her own. She’s vacuous, but not stupid.

Recently James has becoming more than just absent in her life, he has become emotionally abusive to his wife. Often over the fact their daughter was in fact a girl rather than the boy he wanted, he will blame her for that, and gaslight her at every chance he gets. Each time causing her to just fight harder for the love she believes they share, although slowly she is coming to realise this might not really be the case. Small things are opening her eyes to the truth. It’s just ever since she was young she had imagined herself having this wonderful family when she grew up, so if she ignores all the warning signs of what is really going on, maybe she can still have that from her marriage.

Wanted plots & Headcanons (if any)

- Her love language is gift giving, and Catherine often doesn’t see the issue with giving her friends incredibly lavish things that cost more than is probably appropriate. To her it’s just a way of her showing how much she cares about them. Especially since her husband does that for her, she thinks it’s how you’re meant to do it, not allowing herself to recognise that he does it to cover that he doesn’t really love her at all. Also because this is her love language any ‘holiday’ is an excuse to give a gift/gifts.

- Ivy has two nannies (a daytime and nighttime nanny) but Catherine tries to do as much of the childcare herself as she can, she dotes on her little girl, and doesn’t want her growing up with absent parents like she did.

- She craves personal connection and intimacy thanks to not getting any from her husband.

- Her contact with her parents is there but she doesn’t speak to them that often.

- She still has no idea where her brother Charlie is and it eats her up inside.

- As well as having a shopping addiction she also suffers with pretty bad insomnia and can often be found up at three am drinking alone in her oversized house to try and help her sleeping pills kick in faster.

- She cannot cook to save her life but my god does she try, often burning things, once she’s gotten over the hurdle of turning the oven on obviously.

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writingruna · 7 years ago

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Sad Eyes

Summary: Hope and happiness doesn’t come easy for Bucky, but he will make God himself pay if you lose yours Warnings: language, very vague depression allusions A/N: literally this is over 5000 words and I am sorry not sorry A/N 2.0: shoutout to @buckyywiththegoodhair and @captainpunk for dealing with my half asleep first draft and ensuring it actually made sense A/N 3.0: this is based on the True Colors scene in Trolls – which I can’t find a video of for the life of me – where Grumpy Gills McGee realizes that while he doesn’t care about his own happiness, he will rip apart hell if Butterfly Princess Sunshine is upset for half a moment

The music was loud, but not obnoxious. Leaning against one of the armchairs on the far side of the room, it was easy to hear your friends as they spoke. “…middle of an op, why did he feel that was an appropriate moment to hit on you?” Wanda was asking Natasha as you pulled your attention away from the brooding soldiers on the other side of the room and back to the girls in the chairs close to you. You took a sip of the drink Bruce had mixed for you. They were discussing the day before, and the unfortunate probationary agent that had decided Natasha was the next love of his life.

“Being in the middle of an op caused far less of an issue than Sam did,” Natasha admitted, shaking her head.

“Sam?” you asked, reinserting yourself into the conversation. “He’s usually level-headed when it comes to guys hitting on you. It’s not like it’s rare, and you always shut it down hella fast.”

Natasha chuckled, nodding her agreement before speaking. “I was leading the training team yesterday. Sam stopped by to bring my lunch – I’d left it at home. He didn’t need to be professional about it, and he knew I did.”

“Did Sam actually give the probationary agent a black eye?” Wanda asked, and you let your focus drift away from the girls and back to Bucky. He stood alone at the bar, a glass of whiskey in his hand. Steve had been with him earlier in the night, but had long since disappeared.

Tilting your head, you continued to stare until Natasha’s hand on your thigh sent shock waves through your body. Turning to face her as the adrenaline faded from your veins, you smiled innocently. “Did I miss my cue?” you asked. “Was it my turn to comment on your boyfriend’s unwavering chivalry?”

“No, but you were staring at Barnes again,” she teased, and you shook your head at her implications. “One of these days, he’s going to catch you.”

“I am not so sure he would mind.” Wanda cut in and you glared at her playfully.

“He just seems lonely!” you defended yourself, standing from where you had been leaning against the armrest of Natasha’s chair. “No one should be lonely at one of Tony’s parties.” You ignored their continued taunts as you walked away, waving over your shoulder and calmly taking a sip of your drink.

Although Pepper had forced Tony to keep the guest list to a minimum, the room was still full of strangers. You weaved around them, watching Bucky the whole time. He smiled when you waved and turned to face you when you reached his side. “Do you always dress up for these things?” he asked, and you laughed.

Wanda had loaned you the loose green dress after you’d complimented the color the day she had bought it, and insisted that you never return it. The heels had been a gift from Tony, and in them you could almost look Bucky in the eyes. Bucky, on the other hand, wore jeans and an old red shirt that didn’t quite fit him anymore. “As a matter of fact, Sarge,” you said, leaning against the bar as you spoke, “I do. I love a good excuse to wear a pretty dress.”

“It’s a good thing you wear a pretty dress well, then,” he answered, a teasing smirk on his face, and you laughed again. Bucky was one of your closest friends and, in moments like these, you believed that perhaps you were one of his. He teased you the way he teased Steve.

“Teach me how to dance, Sarge?” you asked, resting your hand on his right arm, knowing he was uncomfortable when you touched his left.

“Not tonight, sunshine,” he said quietly, setting his drink on the bar and pushing off it to walk away from you.

Steve laughed as he joined you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Keep asking,” he said. “He’ll say yes one of these nights, sunshine.”

Rolling your eyes, you lifted your drink and tapped it against his. “I don’t plan on stopping, Steve.”

Exhaustion weighed down your body as you dragged yourself from your room. Your body ached for sleep, but the lingering dark images swirling through your thoughts after the mission kept you awake. You dragged your fingers across the back of the couch, grabbing a blanket as your hand passed over it. “F.R.I.D.A.Y.,” you said quietly, stifling a yawn. “Pull up the movie library for me?”

“Yes, Miss. Would you like to restart the movie you began this morning?” Her mechanical voice brought solace with it. You were home.

Happiness fluttered dully in your chest as you thought back to the moments before the mission, and the movie you had started. “I would love that, F.R.I.D.A.Y.,” you answered, settling into the corner of the couch and wrapping the blanket tightly around you. The day had left a chill in your bones that had nothing to do with the cold. Your eyes were closed when the movie began, and the familiar music eased some of the tension from your sore muscles.

The desert had only just come in focus when shuffling feet pulled you attention away. Bruce shuffled into the room, pajamas askew and eyes unfocused. Screams echoed from the television and his eyes snapped to a you, a weak smile replacing the worry almost immediately. “Good movie,” he said, nodding toward the screen and you laughed softly.

“Care to join?” His smile grew stronger as he came and sat in the armchair nearest you, slowly relaxing as a lone man stumbled across the desert toward what he must have hoped was home. By the time he led the others back into the desert he had escaped two years before, the couches and chairs were full with pajama clad Avengers, and Dum-E was helping Tony carry bowls of popcorn from the kitchen.

“Stop trying to balance the tray and just hold it, dammit! If you drop the popcorn I’ll reprogram you to balance toilet paper,” Tony was mumbling as the robotic arm followed him from the kitchen. He passed the bowls of popcorn around, enough that each of you only needed to share with one person. Bucky sat beside you, and you didn’t protest when he took the bowl and set in on his lap.

It had surprised you when Bucky had sluggishly, but compliantly, left his room when you had sent him a message. He had settled onto the two person couch beside you, listening intently as you explained the little that had happened before he had joined you. His attention drifted between you and the movie as he asked quiet questions about characters, but it had been awhile since his last question when Tony handed out the bowls of popcorn.

A flash of light from Bucky’s phone grabbed your attention and pulled you eyes away from the screen. “Sarge!” you whispered, digging your elbow into his side. “Put your phone away! My favorite part is coming up.”

Bucky had sat close enough to you that you could feel his silent laughter and you fought a smile. “Your favorite part, sunshine?” he asked, slipping his phone back into his pocket.

“My favorite part,” you reinforced, emphasizing each word. “Are you ready for it?” You turned your attention away from him and back to the movie playing on the screen. “Are you paying attention?” you asked, digging your fingers softly into his side as you asked.

He simply nodded and you fell silent, your hand stilling and resting gently against his side as the movie in front of you enthralled you. The two characters on screen were laughing together, the woman obviously drunk and the man trying to keep her steady as he taught her how to fight. She told him about her parents, their love story of adventure, and you mouthed the words along with her. It wasn’t a scene that was important to the plot, but it showed sides of each character that didn’t exist before and that was enough to capture you. Bucky watched you instead of the television, a small smile on his face as your eyes glowed in excitement and your mouth moved with silent words.

Dull warmth from the little sunlight that snuck through your curtains pulled you gently from sleep. You stretched your arms above your head, reluctantly happy that Steve had pulled you from your most recent mission when sparring with Natasha had left you with a bruised rib. Lazily crawling from bed, you pulled a sweatshirt over your head and left the comfort of your room. Wandering toward the kitchen, you searched through the emails on your phone. Your friend had gone to pastry school, and she sent you a recipe to make individual cinnamon rolls.

“Doubling the recipe won’t be hard,” you mumbled to yourself as you searched through the kitchen for the sugar. The organization of the kitchen made sense to Tony, but not many others. Although it took longer than you had expected, you eventually gathered all the ingredients on the counter and began to follow your friend’s directions carefully. She had warned you it was easy to miss steps.

Music played quietly through the kitchen after requesting that F.R.I.D.A.Y. turn it on for you, and you sang quietly as you slid the two medium sized cinnamon rolls into the oven. Crossing the kitchen, you set a timer on your phone and sat down at the breakfast bar to wait. The sun had risen higher and the kitchen was growing warmer, despite Tony’s horrific attempts to keep the entire building freezing. Footsteps pulled your attention away from the game on your phone and a soft smile pulled at your lips.

“Are you wearing my sweatshirt?” Bucky asked, brushing his hand over your shoulder as he walked passed you and into the kitchen. He took the kettle from the stove and filled it with water.

Setting your phone on the counter, you watched as he pulled two mugs from the cupboard and sifted through the dozens of bags of coffee until he found the one you liked. “If you didn’t want me to wear it, you shouldn’t have left it in my room,” you answered as the water began to boil. He laughed, but didn’t answer as he poured the grounds into the kettle. You lapsed into a comfortable silence, and you let your eyes drift closed as you listened to him move around the kitchen. The boiling kettle kept you from drifting to sleep, and you opened your eyes as he filled the two mugs with coffee.

Dozens of chairs and stools were scattered through the kitchen, but he sat on the stool next to you, the way he did every morning, and set the warm cup of coffee in front of you, the way he did every morning. “Sarge,” you began, not bothering to look at him as you took a sip of the coffee he’d bought you. “I had this absolutely wild dream last night.”

“Yeah?” You could hear the smile in his voice as he prompted you to continue.

“It was like this one scene out of my favorite movie from when I was little. We were at this haunted island resort – you and I were – and this crazy guy with head tattoos all over his head was talking about the monsters that had lived under the island for thousands of years.” The timer you’d set began to buzz and you stopped talking as you slid off your chair.

“What happened next, sunshine?” Bucky asked.

“We were at dinner listening to tattoo head play the piano when actual monsters broke through the floor and started kidnapping everyone!” Standing on your toes, you pulled two plates from the shelf. “Shit hit the fan, Sarge. It was almost as bad as Siberia.”

“Nothing could be as bad Siberia,” Bucky interrupted, and you laughed, remember the weekend in the bitter cold.

“I swear, Sarge,” you said, holding your hand over your heart after you opened the oven. “It was almost as bad as Siberia. Anyway,” you continued, crouching to pull the two cinnamon rolls from the oven, “these monsters started chasing us all over the resort and we ended up riding a laundry cart through a window to escape them!”

“How did we end up in a laundry cart?” he asked as you walked back to him, placing the second plate and cinnamon roll in front of him.

“No clue,” you said slowly, shaking your head and sitting down. His eyes narrowed and you scoffed. “It was a dream, Sarge! You should be proud of me for remembering as much as I did.”

He chuckled. “You said it was like a scene from one of your favorite movies?”

“The movie is completely cheesy,” you admitted, cutting apart the roll on your plate, “but I watched it over and over when I was in middle school.” You paused to take a bite and rolled your eyes in bliss. “We could watch it if you want?”

“That sounds like the perfect way to spend a day off.”

A cold breeze blew passed and you were grateful for the sweater you had grabbed before hiding on the balcony with your worn out journal. In New York, the air wasn’t fresh, but it wasn’t as stale as inside. The sun had begun to set and the night was growing colder when Steve joined you.

“I need your help,” he said. He collapsed into the chair across the table, face covered with defeat. Panic and worry shot through your veins before his words soothed it away. “Peg and I got into a fight and you need to help me fix things.”

“Get her some flowers, Steve,” you said, giggling quietly. “Peggy loved flowers back in high school. I even know the stand–”

“Flowers would take too long!” he interrupted you, anxiety flitting through his eyes. “I figure if I send her a sweet text now, and show up with dinner later, it’ll set things right.”

For a moment, you faltered. Although you had grown up with Peggy, heartfelt messages had never been your strength. “Well, uhm, isn’t your anniversary coming up? Say something about how having her in your life makes you better.” He looked at you hopefully and you stammered as you struggled to expand on your thought. “Without you by my side, uhm, New York wouldn’t be the same?”

“Is that the best you can do, sunshine?” Bucky’s voice surprised you and pulled your attention rapidly away from Steve. He was leaning against the doorframe, but took the open chair beside you after he spoke.

“Think you can do any better?” you retorted, regretting your words as soon as you did. Everyone had heard the stories of Steve’s teenage years with the shameful flirt James Buchanan Barnes

“What’s your favorite thing about Peggy?” Bucky asked, turning his attention to Steve instead of answering your question.

“Damn, Buck, I don’t know. I love everything about her.” Steve stared dreamily at his phone, clicking away from messages to look at the photograph of him and Peggy. “She’s everything to me.”

Bucky rolled his eyes, laughing quietly at his best friend. “That’s very sweet, but not helpful.” He sighed, pressing his lips together, and his eyes flickered to you before he returned his attention to Steve. “When I’m with you,” he began, eyes unfocused as he spoke, “eternity is trapped in each moment. Time passes too quickly and then not at all.”

You shifted in your seat, watching Bucky in amazement as he continued. “Sinatra would have never sung again had he heard your laugh,” a blissful smile crossed his lips, “because nothing could ever sound as sweet.” He ran his hands through the long hair at the base of his neck, shaking his head and biting his lip softly. Steve stared at his best friend, happiness behind his eyes as he saw flashes of the man he had lost all those years before.

“If your eyes shined as bright as the sun,” his voice had grown quiet, as if he was no longer speaking to Steve, and his eyes flickered to meet yours, “I’d go blind just to look at them one last time.” He dropped his eyes as he finished speaking, but you continued to stare at him, unable to look away. Your thoughts were jumbled, struggling to connect the words you’d heard to the silent and sarcastic man you had grown so close to.

Steve broke the silence, his voice violently ripping you from your thoughts. “Been a few years since I’ve heard you talk like that,” he said, chuckling. “I have a feeling those words are meant for someone specific though. Doesn’t feel right to take them from you.” Bucky forced a grin onto his face, his eyes not quite focused and Steve turned his attention to you before he continued. “Flowers on the way home, right?”

“Uhm, yeah,” you said, clearing your throat in the hopes of finding your voice. “From the flower stand she likes in Central Park, not the corner market. The pink tulips are her favorites. I think they’re in season now.”

“How do you know Peggy’s favorite flowers?” Bucky asked. His eyes were focused again, filled with laughter as he asked. Steve nodded his thanks as he left the balcony, pointing toward Central Park as he did.

“Peggy is a good friend,” you said, your voice faltering for a moment before you continued. “She’s always been there. Everyone always seems to forget that I was the one that introduced the two of them.”

Embarrassment flashed across Bucky’s face and he hung his head for a moment. “Would a movie night be a sufficient apology for my forgetfulness?”

“It’s been a long week, and I’m pretty tired. Raincheck?” you asked, standing up and tucking your journal against your side. He nodded and you forced a smile onto your face. “Thanks Bucky,” you said as you walked back into the tower.

An uncomfortably loud alarm ripped Bucky from sleep and he groaned as he rolled over in bed. He never seemed to sleep long enough to feel rested. Dragging himself slowly from beneath his blankets, he blindly fumbled toward his dresser for a shirt, not yet willing to open his eyes. For a moment, he considered crawling back into bed and regret flickered through his thoughts as he remembered he had agreed to spar with Steve that morning.

Forcing himself to stand, he opened his eyes and walked from his room. You were the only one there when he reached the kitchen, buttered toast in front of you as you stared blankly at your phone. The game you played each morning was open, but you didn’t move to play it as he walked up behind you. “Morning, sunshine.”

“Good morning,” you answered dully, eyes never leaving your phone. The kettle was in its place beside the sink and he filled it with water before setting it on the stove. He sorted through the bags of coffee, searching for the one you drank every morning. No one had put the dishes away the night before, and he opened the washer to grab two mugs. You didn’t speak to him as he made the coffee, but the silence didn’t bother him.

“Did you sleep well?” you asked softly as he sat down beside you, setting your coffee in front of you.

Warmth bloomed in his chest as he heard your voice, easing away the last of the sleep that clouded his mind. “Each night is better than the last. Did you?” He wanted to ask you what you had dreamed about, but it was never something he had done before. You always shared before he had the chance.

“My room was cold,” you answered him, wrapping your hands around the mug, “but I slept well enough.” You lifted the mug up, blowing on the coffee before taking a hesitant sip.

He opened his mouth to speak, but you stood before he had the chance. “It’s still cold,” you said quietly, “and I left my sweatshirt upstairs. I’m glad you slept well, Bucky.” A small smile crossed your face as you spoke, and he watched you walk away from him, his sweatshirt hanging loosely on your frame.

Familiar music played as he opened the door to the gym and excitement sparked in his chest. It had been several days since he’d seen you, jetlag forcing him into a schedule no sane agent kept. You were across the gym, lifting weights alone, the workout playlist you had designed months before playing through the speakers. Bucky crossed the room slowly, simply happy to be in the same place as you again. He had missed you.

“Looking for a spotter?” he asked and panic crossed your face for a moment before your eyes met his. Relief filled your eyes and you smiled up at him. Worries mingled in the back of his mind as the smile didn’t reach your eyes, but he forced them aside as you answered.

“A spotter would be nice,” you said. He moved to stand behind you as you lifted the bar above your head again. The days you spent together in the gym were filled with sarcastic retorts and your soft singing, but you were silent as he watched the bar in your hands. Your eyes seemed unfocused, and your movements robotic.

Silence between you was usually comfortable and peaceful, but today it set him on edge. He wanted nothing more than to hear you tell him about the dreams you had while he was away, or the movies he still needed to see. Your voice had become his comfort and solace, and it had been all he had wanted over the past days without you.

Bucky followed when you set the bar down, moving on to the next exercise in the cycle he often helped with. You didn’t offer to spot for him, but it didn’t come as surprise. After the only time he had agreed to let you try, everyone had decided that it was best he and Steve spotted each other. In the weeks after the unspoken incident, you had fallen into a routine. He would spot your lifting each day, and you would spar while he and Steve lifted weights. When they were done, you would run together.

An unbidden grin crossed his face when you finally spoke, but it faded as he heard your words. “I don’t think I’ll finish the rest today, but thank you for spotting me.”

“It’s been a few weeks since we’ve done the Central Park route, sunshine. Give me an hour?” He didn’t try to hide the hope in his voice, and it wasn’t hard for him to see that the smile you returned was forced.

“Maybe next time, Bucky.” You grabbed your bag off the bench as you spoke, walking silently from the room, the music fading away as you did. He watched you leave, staring as the gym doors closed behind your figure.

A weight on his shoulder pulled Bucky’s attention slowly away from the closed door. Steve stood next to him, staring after you. “Is she alright, Buck?”

“I don’t know,” he admitted after a moment of silence, biting his lip absentmindedly. He wanted to chase after you, but uncertainty held him back. It had been decades since he’d tried to care for anyone, and he wasn’t sure he remembered how.

Bucky fiddled with his tie, glaring as Steve laughed. “I blame this on you, punk,” he grumbled. He wore the tie with a grey button up shirt, but he hadn’t gone far enough to wear anything other than his jeans.

Steve’s laughter just grew louder. “I thought you were dying for an excuse to dress up, jerk.” Bucky rolled his eyes and shook his head at his friend, gesturing at his neck until his friend helped him to straighten his tie. “At least it matches.”

“Matching is the only thing that matters,” Sam’s voice cut in, and Bucky groaned in faux irritation.

“What do you want, Wilson?”

“Just a game of pool,” Sam said, holding his hands up in surrender, “and a bet.”

“That sounds more like you,” Bucky teased, but he followed Sam toward the pool table. “When is your girlfriend getting here?”

“Natasha said she’d be here around 9:00. She insisted she had to be fashionably late.” He handed Bucky a pool cue as he spoke, obviously uninvested in the conversation. “Alright, loser does all the mission debrief paperwork for a week.” Although both men were hesitant, Steve and Bucky didn’t set down their cues and let Sam break.

The music played quietly as the three men played, Bucky’s eyes darting around the room in search of you. It had been nearly a week since he had seen you, and a week too long as far as he was concerned. You always came to Tony’s parties dressed to the nines, and he had attempted to follow suit. He was excited to see you again, and he even found himself looking forward to the taunts you would undoubtedly throw his way when you saw his tie.

“Buck!” Steve’s voice cut into his thoughts and drew his attention back to the game. “Your shot.” Concern laced Steve’s voice. “Are you alright? You seem distracted.“

“Fine,” Bucky answered, shaking his head in an attempt to dislodge the fog thinking of you had created. Bending down to line up his next shot – his winning shot – he lost focus as Natasha walked into the room, Wanda on her left and no one on her right. He straightened quickly, his cue hitting the ball and sending it shooting in the wrong direction, but he didn’t notice. “Has anyone seen (Y/n)?” Bucky asked, no longer paying attention as Sam and Steve continued to play pool.

“No,” Pepper’s voice surprised him, he hadn’t realized she had joined Tony, “but if you see her, let her know she needs to call me. She missed our meeting this morning.” His lungs tightened as she spoke, and panic overrode his thoughts. He vaguely registered Steve repeating his name as he leaned the pool cue in his hand against the table where the drinks sat, but he didn’t stop to listen as he walked across the room. Sam called after him and he waved over his shoulder as he weaved through the crowd. You never missed meetings.

Anticipation filled his chest as he reached your door and, for a moment, he doubted himself. He knocked on your door softly, his worry overshadowing the little doubt he had. The quiet sounds of your favorite movie were audible through the door, but you didn’t answer. “It’s just me,” he said. “Please let me in?” His forehead fell against the door as the silence dragged on and he closed his eyes. “Please, sunshine,” he said weakly.

He sank to the ground, sitting with his back pressed to your door. “I’ll stay for a while,” he said, unsure if you could even hear him, “just in case you change your mind.” The silence stretched, but he stayed against your door, unwilling to leave until he had seen you – even if you only let him in long enough to send him away. A quiet robotic voice reached his ears and the door behind him opened, letting him tumble into your room.

Hurriedly climbing to his feet, he saw you in bed, curled up beneath the blanket he’d brought home from Russia, staring at the television as your favorite movie played quietly. The dull ache that had settled in his chest when the girls had walked in alone faded. Bucky crossed the room and lay silently on the bed beside you, not trying to pull you from the cocoon you had created for yourself. He recognized the scenes as the movie played, and he had been outside your room long enough to realize it was just restarting.

It surprised him when you broke the silence, your voice quiet and hoarse. He had to strain to hear your words over the rising music as the movie played. “What are you doing here?” you asked him. “You look a bit overdressed.” You unwrapped the blanket from around you, tossing the corner over his legs.

“Tony’s party was dull,” he said, straightening the blanket more fully over his legs as you struggled to push it toward him. “The company wasn’t what I was looking for.” You hummed in acknowledgement of his answer, but didn’t speak again. He tugged at the tie he was still wearing – the one Steve had said would match your dress – and loosened it until he could pull it over his head and drop it onto the ground beside your bed.

The ending credits began to play and he stood up, crossing the room to take the remote from beside the television and start the movie again. He reached out for you as he lay back in the bed beside you, tucking you into his side and holding you close. You relaxed into his hold, shifting to settle yourself against his chest as the first scene began to play.

This time, he broke the silence as the creature screamed and the man screamed back, shooting the creature before leading the woman to safety. “Will it help if I play it again?” he asked you softly.

“What?” you finally looked up at him, confused eyes meeting his.

“You always laugh. You say it’s because screaming is a useless way to frighten someone, but especially a monster.”

“Maybe it’s not funny,” you said, dropping your eyes away from his.

“Maybe I miss your laugh,” he said quietly. You didn’t answer, but you shifted closer to him, holding him tighter with the arm wrapped around his middle. He let the rest of the movie pass in silence, content to hold you against him and feel your steady breathing.

Names scrolled across the screen as the credits began to play again. He began to move from your hold to start the movie over again, but your quiet whimpers stop him. Your hold on him tightened and he looked down at you, but your eyes were trained on the remote on your nightstand. Understanding your unspoken request, he settled back into your bed and wrapped his arm around you again as he fumbled with the remote until the credits disappeared and the movie started over.

“Will you do something for me?” he asked, fiddling with the remote until he managed to pause the movie. Instead of speaking, you looked up at him expectantly and tightened your fingers around his side. “Smile for me?” he asked.

A weak smile crossed your lips. “There’s that beautiful smile. I can’t remember when I last saw it,” he whispered. It was forced, and it didn’t reach your eyes, but it was a sight he had longed for for days. The movie began to play again and you turned your attention away from him, but he continued to watch you.

As the movie played on, your eyes drifted closed and your breathing grew slow. The remaining tension leaked from your body ask you drifted to sleep against him. He pressed a kiss to your head and gently shifted you in his hold until he was able to lay down in your bed. “I will always be here told hold you,” he whispered. “On the good days, and the bad days.”

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supersoldierslover · 7 years ago

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A New Beginning Part 2

Summary: After moving a lot, you found yourself in a small town in the middle of Europe ready for a new start. You see yourself falling in love for the city and developing a crush for the cute stranger that you never had the courage to talk to until you’re forced to. (Modern Au)

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Words: 2492

Warnings: Fluffy like so much fluffy. And Steve with a beard because that should be a warning.

Thanks to @widowsfics for being my beta

Credits to the gifs owners

PART 1

For the rest of week you saw Steve every morning, he was always waiting for you on the same bench with a cup of coffee and some pastry. You always loved your mornings, you loved the cold weather and how you could just be yourself without having any social interactions.

But since you started to spend your mornings with Steve, you found out that you liked to have someone wishing you good morning every day and caring for if you were going to have a good day,

Steve was still a mystery for you, he flirted and smiled but at the same time he was shy and blushed a lot. You talk too much around him and not because you are nervous but because the way he directs the conversation towards you like he always wants to know more about you.

Sometimes you felt like you were bothering him with all your talking, but when you asked him about it, he only smiled and said that he liked to hear your voice.

He was surprised when you asked him for dinner, even more, surprised when you suggested on having it in your apartment instead of a restaurant. You just had a feeling that you both would enjoy more your date in a private place.

“I don’t know what wear.” You say to Blueberry, making her look at you. Steve had only seen you in comfy clothes like sweaters, leggings, and sweatpants. You wanted to look good but not like you were trying too hard to impress him.

“Why dating is so hard?” You say out loud looking at a black dress that you have in your closet. You don’t’ have any idea why this is so complicated, it is just dinner “Of course you do, this is hard because you like him, you idiot. Great now I am talking to myself, I must be going insane.”

You change your outfit a few times, but eventually, you decide to wear some black jeans and a baby pink blouse that supported a nice cleavage. You put one of your favorite necklaces, and do your makeup focusing on a bold red lip “What do you think?” You ask your dog, she wiggles her tail and barks at you “I agree, I look good.”

At 7 p.m you hear your doorbell ring, you can’t help but smile you are really excited to see Steve and you are not the only one because Blueberry is already on the door waiting for you to open it “You are one punctual man, Steve.” You say opening the door, your heart swallows when you see that he is carrying a bouquet of colorful roses and a paper bag.

“These are for you.” He hands you the roses, they are so beautiful and vibrant; they were a mix between pink, yellow, purple and white “Thank you, they are beautiful but you didn’t have to.” You put the roses in a vase, you can’t stop staring at them “I know, but my best friend once said that you never go to a ladies house without bringing them flowers and I couldn’t look at this bouquet without thinking about you, colorful sweater girl.”

You smile at the pet name “That is really sweet, your best friend is a really wise man. What about the paper bag?” He places the bag on your kitchen counter, taking a few intense of it “Trust me, he is an idiot. But he has a good heart. And the bag... my mom always told that you never go to dinner to someone’s house without bringing them anything, so I bought some wine, chocolate, and fruit.”

You recognize the bag from the fancy store close to your work place, you didn’t shop there often, they usually only sell products out of your budget or things you don’t have any interest in buying. However, sometimes you would treat yourself and buy some fancy chocolate or ice cream. You deserve it.

“Fancy chocolate, fancy wine, aren’t you fancy Mr. Rogers? Are you trying to mislead me with this lumberjack vibe?” You tease him, he smiles and blushes “There is a lot about me that you don’t know about like I really know how to choose good wine and coffee.” He says proudly of himself “Well I bet this tastes amazing, especially with the menu that I planned.”

“Whatever you are cooking, it smells delicious.” You smile looking at the oven “I hope you like it because I had to call my mom asking for her old recipes for this.” You check on the meat that is in the oven, you imagine that in half hour it will be ready, now it’s a good time to start to make the risotto.

“How are you in the kitchen, Steve?” He laughs “I am not great, but I can chop things like a champ and I am really good at pouring the wine.” You grab two glasses and put in front of him “That is all I need.” He serves the wine for the two of you, while you grab the things for him to cut.

Your mom always said that the best way to know a man is how he acts in the kitchen. You never really understood what she was saying until you meet your ex-boyfriend. He refused to help in the kitchen saying he didn’t know how to cook and that it wasn’t a men’s job.

That relationship didn’t last long.

In front of Steve you put a cutting board, a knife and the ingredients “Start with the onions, please.” You say taking a sip of wine, you love how domestic and familiar this all feels even though that is your first official date “Should I feel special that we are cooking one of your family recipes?”

“Yes, you should; it is a very special recipe that my mom found online and we adapted over the years.” You say playfully even knowing that is true. This risotto was an elaborated comfort food for you “Well so I am feeling very special right now. It is being so long I had a homemade meal or that I cooked something… thank you for this.”

At first, you feel sorry for him, he looks genuine sad and nostalgic “What do you eat?” You ask letting curiosity get the best of you, you doubt that someone with that body survives on take- outs and junk food.

“My assistant brings me lunch and dinner. Usually, I eat a salad with something or I order food. But most of the times I forget to have dinner.” He says simply, your arch your eyebrows, you don’t have any idea what his job is “You are indeed fancy, you have an assistant? What do you do for a living?”

“I am not that fancy, you know that big building on the main street The Shield industries?“ You nod. Of course, you knew that building, it was the biggest thing in town but this was not saying much, this was a really small town “ I work there as the main designer and doing a few other things. You didn’t tell me what you do for living either.”

You take the onions and the garlic and starts to fry them in olive oil “It is a long story, but long story short I work at the pet store down the street.” You turn around, seeing that Steve had cut everything you gave him and now he was with Blueberry on his lap and he was petting her.

“So tell me, I love long stories and I have the feeling this one it is going to involve this cute little thing.” He puts the dog on the floor, getting closer to you in the kitchen. It is impossible to say no to him, especially for the way he is staring at you.

“You are right on that, give me just a second.” You fry the rice adding the water and putting the timer on your phone. You take Steve hand and lead him into your living room, you two sit on the couch with Blueberry between the two of you. Her head is resting on Steve's lap, your dog had more game than you.

“So remember that I told you that I moved a lot?” He nods, so you continue “Well my parents got a divorce when I was young. My dad never cared a lot about me... so it was always me and my mom. We moved a lot when I was growing up, she was always searching for adventure and new opportunities...”

You smiled remembering your childhood and teenage years. When you were a child you hated to always be the new kid. But as the years go by, you learn to appreciate that “… the most time I spent in a place was when I was in college. After college I moved to New York, I was happy there… kind off… I liked the city but it never felt like home.”

Steve smiles putting a string of your hair behind your ear, you can’t help but blush at the sudden contact and he can’t help but think how beautiful you are “New York, it was always my home… I grow up there, I had never lived anywhere else until one year ago when I moved in here but… I don’t know, I always felt like I belong there.” He regrets saying this immediately because he knows that you are not going to finish your story and ask him why he moved.

“Why did you leave, New York?” You ask, you remember loving your childhood home but the closest thing that you had to a home was your apartment in college and now. You loved this city, you don’t imagine moving out from here anytime soon so you can only wonder why he would move out of a place that he clearly loved.

“I had to, things weren’t good there anymore… I promise that one day I will tell you the whole thing. Now please continue I want to know how you ended up here.” You roll your eyes at him.

“Fine, well I called my mom asking for advice she told me to quit my job and do something that I always wanted to do. So this is what I did, I quit my job, pick all my savings and went travel around Europe. Somehow I got lost and found this little town, I fell in love with this place, the pet store was hiring and I thought, why not?”

You summed up the end “And Blueberry?” The dog looks at him when he says her name “A present from my mom, she said that a lady shouldn’t live alone.” He laughs, your mom would love him “ She is right, is good that you two keep each other company… living alone is very lonely sometimes.”

You are going to ask him something, but your alarm clock lets you know that you have to go the kitchen to look at the food. During the last week, you two talked a lot, but things never got personal, not like this. You knew that he always wanted a dog but he never had one, that his mom name is Sarah and that he had a best friend named James.

You won’t deny that you are really curious to know why he left New York. He talks about the city with so much love that you can’t imagine leaving something that you love so much behind “It smells really good.” He says scaring you “Thank you, a few more minutes and we can eat.” You say adding the final ingredients to the pan.

When the food is ready, you two have dinner on your balcony. It was a beautiful night. The sky was full of stars and the weather was warm. It was a perfect night to be outside. The conversation was light, you two talked mostly about movies and music.

He doesn’t say anything about New York anymore, you don’t want to pressure him so you just let it go for now. After dinner and dessert he insists in washing the dishes saying “You cooked this amazing dinner, it is the least I can do.” You sit on the counter as he washes the dishes for you.

Again you feel this domestically. You never had this in your life; not with a boyfriend much less with your mom. You never know how much you liked it until now.

“Thank you for tonight, doll. I had an amazing night.” He says leaning on your front door “Me too, I loved the flowers and the chocolate.” You say getting closer to him, you stare into his blue eyes. You feel one of his hands on your waist, you can feel the tension in the air like you can cut it with a knife.

You close your eyes, waiting for the kiss but the moment is interrupted when his phone rings. You look down, feeling disappointed and a little embarrassed. Steve takes his phone out of his pocket and ignores the call “Sorry… that ruined the moment?”

“No, but you really should kiss me now.” You say getting on your tip toes, feeling his arms around your waist. His lips are soft against yours, he tastes like chocolate and strawberries. You tug his hair, pulling him closer.

You rest your forehead in his as he breaks the kiss “I can’t wait to see you again.” You smile “You didn’t even leave yet, Steve.” He keeps holding you “I know but I got used to your company and Blueberry's. I will see you tomorrow morning?”

“No, I never wake up earlier on Sunday but maybe we could see each other later?” You ask hopefully, he nods “I am not a great cooker, so can I take you to dinner? There’s this place that I love close to my apartment, it is great, or if you prefer we can go for coffee or even maybe ice cream?”

“Dinner sounds great, Stevie.” You kiss him one more time, you could kiss him forever he had such soft lips and you loved the way he leaves you breathless “Good night, colorful sweeter girl. “

Steve leaves your apartment with a smile on his face, for the first time in a long time he didn’t feel so alone or with the weight of the world on his shoulders. If it was up to him, he would keep kissing you until he couldn’t feel his lips anymore but he doesn’t want to pressure you.

He wishes that he could have stayed the night, not for sex but just to not spend another night alone in his apartment. He feels his phone vibrating in his pocket, he doesn’t have to look to know how it is, he picks the phone rolling his eyes “What the fuck do you want?”

Part 3

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sickdaysofficial · 8 years ago

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I Have Some Regrets

Sickdays 3, Day 6: I Have Some Regrets

Fandom: My (@lickstynine’s) OCs

Characters: Minato and Kazu

T/W: self-harm

Minato was sitting on the couch, holding a spoon and a half-empty gallon of ice cream. He sniffled quietly, shoving another spoonful in his mouth as the sappy romance on TV rambled on. Ever since he’d returned home from the hospital, he’d been miserable. Kazu had cleared all the flour, sugar, and other related ingredients out of the house, so Min couldn’t bake even if he tried.

Instead, he’d spent the past week stress-eating and crying on and off. He’d managed to make himself sick overeating sweets three times already, and he’d been spending ridiculous amounts of money buying more treats every day. Right now, he had ice cream in his lap, and a big bag of sandwich cookies sitting next to him. They were delicious, but it wasn’t the same as eating stuff he’d baked himself. It lacked a certain satisfaction and level of craftsmanship.

He felt lonely. Kazu had gone out running ‘errands’ earlier. Min knew it wasn’t anything good, or legal, because his husband had left the car behind. Kazu only went out on foot if he didn’t want his car to be recognized. Worried about what his husband might be up to, and stressed about being deprived of his favourite hobby, Minato looked longingly into the kitchen. Mischievous thoughts started to stir in his head.

One batch of cupcakes couldn’t do any harm, right?

If I finish before Kazu-chan gets back, he never has to know.

I bet if I hurry, nobody would ever be the wiser.

Hopping to his feet, Minato slipped on his shoes and grabbed the car keys. He crept into the garage and climbed into the car, scooting up the seat about a mile since Kazu had been driving it last. Once his tiny legs could actually reach the pedals, he started the car, adjusted the mirrors, and hurried off to the store.

Flour. Sugar. Eggs. Butter. The routine trip around the store was muscle memory, grabbing all the usual ingredients second nature. Minato felt so much more relaxed embracing his old habits. Maybe this was how he could stay sane. Sneaking in a baking day every now and then when Kazu wasn’t home. Doing it once in a while wouldn’t hurt anything.

Once he’d bought all his ingredients, Minato hurried back out to the car. He was bouncing in his seat with excitement the whole drive home, and quickly ran inside to preheat the oven and start mixing batter. As soon as he opened the bag of flour, he had to pause and stifle a cough. No big deal, he told himself. It’s just cause the powder gets everywhere when you first open it.

Two and a quarter cups of sugar, two cups of butter, a teaspoon of vanilla, and a coughing fit. Sift together a cup and three-quarters of flour, a teaspoon of baking soda, and a pinch of salt, and a pause to try and calm the stitch in his chest. Slowly pour the flour mixture into the creamed butter and sugar, stirring constantly, and pause again because he’s coughing even harder now.

Minato ended up setting down his spoon, abandoning his half-mixed batter to lean against the counter and fight for breath. Maybe this hadn’t been his best idea. He coughed again, grimacing at the tightness in his chest. Trying and failing to draw a deep breath, he sunk to his knees, now panicking a little.

He reached in his pocket, hoping to find his cell phone so he could text Kazu for help. To his dismay, he realized it was sitting on the arm of the couch, still left there from when he’d been moping and watching TV. He was feeling lightheaded, but tried to get up and get the phone anyway. All that that accomplished was him collapsing back to the floor, this time smacking his forehead on the counter on the way down.

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When Kazu walked in the front door, he was sore, tired, and hoping to spend the rest of his evening drinking in peace. When he walked in, he was surprised to not see Minato on the couch; that had been his tiny husband’s new home since he was banned from baking. Whatever, Kazu thought, he probably just went to bed early. Minato was an early sleeper and an early riser, much the opposite of his husband. On bad days, Min would wake up before Kazu even went to bed.

Yawning and kicking off his shoes, Kazu walked into the kitchen, hoping there was still vodka in the fridge. He couldn’t remember if he’d drank it all the night before. His jaw nearly smacked into the floor when he walked in and saw Minato sprawled on the ground, unconscious.

“Shit! Babe…” Kazu hastily scooped the tiny blond off the floor, his eyes widening in horror as he saw the blood dripping down Min’s forehead. He didn’t need to ask what had happened; Minato’s hands were covered in flour, and a bowl of cake batter was sitting on the counter. Kazu sighed, struggling to keep his calm as he carried his husband to the car. Back to the emergency room they went.

The receptionist, the same bored middle-aged lady from last time, sighed deeply as they walked in the door. “You again? What happened now?”

“Just gimme the papers, bitch.” Kazu had even less patience for her than last time, snatching the paperwork up to fill out as quickly as possible.

Luckily for him, the emergency room was much less busy than last time, and before long, a familiar voice called out, “Mr. Kurosawa?”

Kazu hopped up and hurried over to the doctor. “Hey doc, long time no see.” His sarcastic tone barely hid the stress tearing him apart.

“Did his symptoms not relax after you got everything out of the house?” The doctor asked as they walked back to an examination room.

“No, it ain’t that…” Kazu grumbled, “He was bakin’ while I wasn’t home…”

The doctor sighed deeply. “I told you, he cannot bake anymore. It’s not saf -”

“I fuckin’ know that, man! I wouldn’t’a let him do it if I’d been home!” The lanky giant was way too freaked out to be patient with the doctor.

“Okay, okay. Just… relax. I’ll take care of it.” The doctor had Minato placed in a hospital bed, quickly going to work checking his vitals and cleaning the blood off of him. “I promise, we’ve got everything under control, Mr… Yokota, right?”

“Mmhm…” Kazu nodded slightly. He dropped into a nearby chair, reaching into his jacket to grab a flask, since he knew he’d get kicked out for smoking in the room.

The doctor briefly glanced at Kazu, slightly impressed that the dark-haired hellion had somehow managed to get even trashier since they last met.

Kazu drained the flask in one go, putting it back in his pocket and wrapping his arms tightly around himself. He took a shaky breath, troubling thoughts rattling around in his head. Can I not trust Minato to be home alone? What do I do if I have to go out? What if the reaction was worse this time? What if Minato takes longer to recover? Or never fully recovers? Or doesn’t recover at all? How hard did he hit his head? Could it have already been too late when I found him?

He could feel his breaths faltering, and his throat tightened as his heart started to race. He wasn’t sure if he could keep dealing with this much stress. He stuck his hands in his pockets, trying to remember if he’d taken everything out when he got home. Thank god, he hadn’t. There was still a wickedly long knife in one pocket, and a lighter and cigarettes in the other. Mumbling something about stopping by the cafeteria, he practically bolted out of the room, making a beeline for the same shady back exit he’d hidden outside before.Hands shaking, Kazu pulled off his jacket, glancing at the half-healed cuts covering his arms. Without hesitation, he dug his knife out of his pocket, unfolding it with a soft sigh.

The back parking lot was completely empty and eerily quiet, the only noise being the subtle sshk of metal slicing flesh. Every so often, the knife would switch hands, Kazu’s deft ambidexterity wreaking havoc equally on both arms. With every cut, he could feel his heartbeat steadying, the pain numbing his mind to all the horrible thoughts tormenting him.

He kept going even once his mind had settled some, drawing the blade over barley-sealed wounds from last time and slicing through old scars just the same. He didn’t stop until his knife hit resistance. He looked down as it make a chk noise, blinking in dull surprise as he realized the blade had hit bone. By now, blood was pouring down his arms and into his lap; these cuts were deep, and judging by the difficulty he was having moving his left hand, he was pretty sure he’d nicked a tendon in his wrist. Thank fuck that wasn’t his drawing hand.

Kazu was drained, both mentally and physically. He could feel his strength fading as blood continued to cascade onto his lap and the pavement around him. The last thing he wanted was to move at all, much less stand up and walk, but the voices in his head were starting to return.

You abandoned Minato. Again. He’s sick, and he’s hurt, and you left him alone in a strange place. When he wakes up, no, IF he wakes up, he’ll be alone, and he’ll be miserable, and he’ll know you abandoned him. You left because you were too fucking weak to take care of him. You had to go hide like a little bitch, instead of taking care of your husband. What a piece of shit. Maybe it’s a good thing you left Minato. He doesn’t need you. He deserves better. He -

“Okay, I get it, shut UP!” Kazu’s voice cracked as he screamed at no one. Tears dripped down his face as he forced himself to his feet. He teetered, having lost a good bit of blood by now, but managed to drag himself back in the hospital door. “I’m going. I’m going. I’ll take care of him…” He mumbled under his breath, “I won’t abandon him. I can’t.”

He was quite the sight by now - a disheveled, dark-haired giant, shaking from nerves and misery, deranged desperation in his eerily pale eyes. Tears poured down his cheeks, and blood down his arms, and he nearly gave a passing nurse a heart attack as he shoved her out of the way to get where he was going. The poor girl looked like she’d just been dumped headfirst into a horror movie, scampering off to get someone of higher authority to deal with the demon in the hallway.

The doctor walked back into Minato’s hospital room to check on him around midnight. To his shock and confusion, the pristine white cubicle now looked like a scene from a slasher film. Blood was covering the floor and most of the furniture, and it didn’t take the doctor long at all to find the source. Draped across the hospital bed, like he’d collapsed while standing next to it, was a very pale and cut-up Kazu. Cursing under his breath, the doctor hastily called in a few nurses to help him deal with the lanky disaster bleeding out on his patient.

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The first thing Kazu registered when he woke up was the pain in his arms - it didn’t feel right. He was used to the ache of self-inflicted cuts, but this was different. There was tension, like the edges of the wounds were pulled together, there was gauze, like they had been bandaged up, and there was… a needle in his arm? That wasn’t a sensation he had felt in a long time, and he definitely wasn’t used to waking up like that. As he scanned his surroundings, he realized he was in a hospital bed. The needle in his arm was actually only a tube carrying saline, an attempt to rehydrate him after having lost so much blood.

Not giving a single shit about hospital procedure, or his own well-being for that matter, Kazu yanked the IV out of his arm and stood up. The sudden change in position caused his vision to go black for a second, and he stumbled backwards, falling onto his ass on the bed.

“Fuuuuuuuuck.” He groaned, giving his body a minute to adjust before he bothered trying to stand up again. His head was spinning, his body was aching, and there was a familiar sick feeling growing in the pit of his stomach. He needed a drink. More importantly, though, he needed to find Minato.

First order of business, get dressed. His bloody jeans and t-shirt weren’t ideal, but he was far too tall for a skimpy hospital gown, and he wasn’t particularly fond of the breeze he was currently feeling on his balls. Luckily, his clothes were sitting, neatly folded, on one of the chairs. It took a bit of struggling to get them on, since his left hand was only about half as useful as normal, but it happened eventually.

Stumbling into the hallway, Kazu scanned the room number on his door. 237. That would mean Minato was down the hall to the… left. He glanced into every room as he went, too paranoid to let anyone in the vicinity go unobserved. There was, of course, nothing odd to see besides Kazu himself, and he made it to Minato’s room without event. The tiny blond was sitting up in bed, currently checking to see if the hospital had any Pokéstops.

“Hey, babe.” Kazu’s voice was so hoarse it almost hurt to hear. “How ya feelin’?”

Minato immediately looked up from his phone, his face glowing with a huge smile. “Kazu-chan!” He held out his arms for a hug, looking extra tiny with just a thin hospital gown instead of his typical bulky sweater.

Kazu sat on the edge of the bed, wrapping his arms around Minato and carefully pulling the tiny blond into his lap. Minato buried his face in the crook of his husband’s neck, cozy and content. After his initial wave of happiness dissipated, however, he noticed the bandages on Kazu’s arms and the blood-soaked clothes.

“What happened to you? Are you okay?” Min’s eyes were wide with horror as he looked over Kazu’s battered form.

The dark-haired man shook his head dismissively. “S’nothin’. ‘M fine, babe.” He kissed the top of Minato’s head and changed the subject to distract his tiny husband. “How ‘bout you? How’re ya doin’?”

“I’m feeling a little better…” Minato mused. “My oxygen levels still aren’t where the doctor wants them, though… He wants to keep me another night to be safe.”

Kazu sighed but nodded. “Makes sense. Ya learned your lesson ‘bout bakin’ now?”

Minato pouted, “Yes…” He was truly crestfallen that his secret cupcake plan had fallen through so spectacularly. He suddenly paused, making a confused face at the strange sensation on his forehead. It took quite a bit of experimental face movement before he realized the bandage on his forehead was scrunching up when he furrowed his brows. “That feels so weird…”

“You’re weird.” Kazu chuckled, giving Min’s hair a gentle ruffle.

Minato huffed indignantly but smiled in response, cozying up against Kazu with a yawn. “Mm… you’re warm.”

“Yeah, I know. Get some more rest, babe. Ya need it.”

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It ended up being two days later when Minato was finally released from the hospital. Kazu had stayed with him the whole time, minus a trip to the liquor store, and the lanky troublemaker was clearly glad to be outside of the restrictive, sterile walls of the hospital. On the way home, after much begging, they ended up stopping at a grocery store, where Minato piled the cart high with cakes, cookies, and candy. Kazu grimaced at the price when they finally checked out, but he didn’t dare tell Minato to put anything back - the poor thing had been through enough, it would be cruel and unnecessary to deprive him of his sweets.

The next few weeks were spent much as most of the previous week had been. Minato sitting on the couch, crying at sappy romances and eating ridiculous amounts of sweets. He had managed to make himself sick once or twice more, but Kazu hadn’t given him shit for it. Instead, the dark-haired chaos monster simply did his best to take care of his sad, tiny husband as best he could.

It was a Tuesday night when Kazu finally dared look at the bills. Minato had dozed off on the couch about an hour ago, and Kazu had put him to bed, so he was finally free to deal with something other than his miserable husband. He opened up his laptop to check the credit card bill first.

“Fuck.” He hissed.

The numbers were much higher than he anticipated, and he knew it would be a struggle to make even the minimum payment. Where the fuck had all those charges come from? He looked back through the purchase history to figure out what had sucked up so much of his money. To his distress and frustration, Kazu realized the extra expenses were coming from all the snacks and candy Minato had been buying. He decided just deal with that later, and check the other major bills he had to worry about.

The electric bill had actually lowered a bit now that Minato wasn’t constantly using the stove, oven, and mixer, so that was nice. The phone bill hadn’t mysteriously conjured any shitty charges, thank god. The hospital bill - holy fucking shit. How much does it cost to visit the damn emergency room? Kazu scowled at the screen, stress building in his head. He grabbed the bottle of vodka sitting next to him and finished it off. That only helped so, much, though, and he could still feel his anxiety spiking.

He needed more money. He needed to find a better way to help Minato. He needed a break from all this chaotic shit.

He needed a fix.

Kazu snapped the laptop shut and climbed to his feet. Not bothering to grab anything but his wallet, he put on the boots he’d left sitting in the entryway and slipped out the front door. The weather looked abysmal - a thin, grey rain was starting to pour, making the sky even darker than usual. He didn’t care, though. He had things to do.

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katdvs · 8 years ago

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Lucas Friar moved back to Texas at 17, now he’s running for Mayor of Rosewood Springs so best friend Zay and little sister Gigi decide he needs a little help from a political consultant. Riley Matthews found her calling, she found a fiancé, but she never expected to find herself here, of all places.

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Author Note: Oh, hey look another chapter, what?! So that cliffhanger last time huh?

If you haven’t filled out the reader survey yet, I still have it up. I’ll probably close it at the end of the week. Everything is optional and anonymous, but it’s fascinating to read the results so far.

-won’t ever be lonely-

Cory Matthews walked along the street, the leaves were just starting to change color, the air had that crisp fall bite to it. He carried a bag of groceries, ready to chill out on the couch with a pile of history tests to grade while watching some college football.

Topanga would be in the kitchen preparing some sort of squash, that’s just what she did on Saturday’s during the fall. Cory would never tell her, but he loved her squash dishes, she understood how to cook it—unlike chicken. All these years and she still didn’t know how to cook a chicken.

He went up the steps of his building, steps he’d been up and down probably a million times in his life. A door he’d gone through several times a day for the last thirty or so years. An elevator he rode up each day, that once as folklore went held a cow in exchange for his daughter’s hand in marriage.

He chuckled to himself as he thought about his little girl, when she was in middle school, first discovering love. Riley fell for Lucas the day they met. He’d known he was in trouble the second the boy from Texas walked into his class room, the way he lit up when his eyes landed on Riley.

As he entered the apartment he didn’t hear his wife humming as she cooked. He didn’t smell the delicious scent of anything roasting in the oven.

The only sound Cory could hear was his heart pounding in his chest as he stepped into the apartment. The air still.

Something wasn’t right.

“Topanga” he called out, the air around him growing heavy as he placed the grocery bag down on the kitchen table and moved towards the back of the house.

Silence surrounded him before he entered his bedroom, discovering his wife quickly packing their suitcases. “Topanga, what’s going on?”

She jumped, not one to usually be startled, but she was when she heard her husband’s voice. She’d been lost in her own mind since the phone call came. “Cory, we have to go to Texas.”

“What happened?” his body felt heavy, they wouldn’t be going to Texas out of the blue like this if something wasn’t wrong.

Topanga rubbed her hands together before she reached for her husbands, “This morning, Riley and Gigi were going to supervise some work being done on the resort she bought. Gigi was driving, something went wrong with the brakes, and the car rolled over. Riley and Gigi are both still alive, but I can’t sit here and worry about our girl, she’s going to need us. So, I have us booked on a flight, I’m glad you got home when you did because we need to leave for the airport in a few minutes.”

“Riley’s hurt?”

Topanga simply nodded, “Zay was the one who called, he didn’t have details. He just knows that Gigi was in surgery, Riley had gone to get a CT scan and was being admitted for observation.”

Lucas didn’t remember the drive over to the hospital. He could barely remember walking into the Emergency room. Time had stood still and was going at warp speed all at the same time. He and his parents were taken to a private waiting room, the walls a dusty rose pink, there wasn’t enough room to pace as they waited for the doctors to come and tell them if his wife and sister were okay.

The door opened and a doctor slipped in wearing green scrubs. Lucas looked up recognizing him as Bill Drake, he’d gone to high school with him, played t-ball together.

“I’m Dr. Drake” he looked to the family, “You are the Friar family correct?” he watched as they nodded, “Gigi and Riley were brought in, both had lost consciousness at the scene but were awake when the paramedics brought them in. Gigi had some internal bleeding, she’s up in the OR right now where they’re working to stop it.”

“And Riley?”

“Your wife sprained both ankles, her CT is clear, but we will have her stay for observation.” Dr. Drake had looked at Lucas, though he felt confusion from his parents.

“If she only sprained her ankles, why is she staying for observation?”

Dr. Drake was silent for a moment, “I think Mrs. Friar would rather tell you herself. She’s getting set up in a room right now, but as soon as she’s set we’ll bring you up to see her, and someone will be able to bring the two of you up to waiting area outside of surgery.”

“Thank you, Dr. Drake.” Lucas watched the gentlemen nod, “They’re okay, though right?”

“They’re lucky, and both very strong women.” He gave a comforting smile knowing he couldn’t make any promises, “If you have any questions you can have me paged.” He explained just as his beeper went off.

He left and Lucas sank into the seat, what would Riley need to tell him?

“The girls are going to be fine.” Grady reassured his son and wife.

Bonnie twisted the thin tissue in her hand, “Why did he keep calling Riley your wife? Did you not stop him so that you could find out how she’s doing?”

Lucas sighed, “I don’t want to talk about it right now Mom. I’m just glad that Gigi and Riley are alive.”

The door opened, Deacon came in, “They told me I could find you guys here. How are they?”

“Gigi is in surgery to stop some internal bleeding.” Grady explained, “Riley sprained both ankles and they want to keep her for observation.”

The door opened, “Dr. Friar, we can take you up to see Mrs. Friar now.” A young nurse, probably someone Gigi had grown up with was waiting.

“Thank you, great.” Lucas rose, passing by his parents waiting until the door closed behind him, “Is my wife really okay?”

“She’s doing very well.” She gave him a smile, “She’s a little anxious to see you.”

Lucas followed her down the hall to the elevator, surprised to see what floor they stopped on, following her down the hall to a room, “She’s in here.”

“Thank you.” He knocked on the door before opening it, finding Riley on the bed, hooked up to what appeared to be several monitors, her left ankle wrapped in an ace bandage, her right ankle sporting an Aircast. “Hey honey.” He breathed for what felt like the first time since he found out about the accident, “What do we have here?”

Riley watched him, her heart picking up, “It looks much worse than it is.”

Lucas sat in the chair next to her bed, “So is there something you want to tell me?”

She reached for his hand, taking a deep breath, “Um, when I um got brought in, the doctors discovered that, that I’m pregnant.” She could see the confusion on his face, “I know this is a shock, the birth control I was on is the one they issued a recall for.”

Lucas’ lips quivered, he felt tears in brim his eyes, “You’re pregnant?”

Riley nodded, “Yeah, things look good so far. Dr. McGuire needs to examine me first and they just want to monitor things for a while.”

His hand slid over her abdomen, “We’re having a baby.” He cracked a smile.

She smiled, “Yeah, we are.”

He sighed as he studied her, “What happened?”

“We were on our way to the resort, almost there. Gigi was driving.” She chuckled, “the brakes went out, she couldn’t stop, we rolled over. They told me she’s in surgery.”

Lucas reached up the brush the hair from her face, she had a few bruises, he was sure she probably had a bump on her head, “Yeah, internal bleeding they want to take care of.”

“I just had the car checked out.” Riley sighed, “They said everything was fine.”

“Hey, don’t worry about it, neither you or Gigi were drinking, or had been, and whatever the reason is we’ll find out. I’m just thankful that you and Gigi are okay.”

She held his hand tightly, “I thought it was over Lucas, I thought I saw you for the last time.”

“You’re not going anywhere, we have so much in front of us.” He brought her hand to his lips, kissing it gently, “When the Sheriff’s showed up at the door, I was terrified I lost you. So, try not to scare me like that again.”

“I’ll try.”

Deacon sat in a waiting room with Bonnie and Grady, this was not how he’d wanted to meet her parents. The trio had barely said anything as they sat waiting for news.

The doors from the operating rooms opened, a man dressed in scrubs came out and over to them. “I’m Dr. Ian Cesternino, I operated on Gigi. We had to remove her spleen, but we were able to stop the bleeding inside, and she’s doing well. She’s in recovery right now but she will be moved to her room not long after.”

“So, she’ll be on antibiotics for life, right?” Deacon studied her parents, seeing their shoulders fall.

“Yes, she will,” Dr. Cesternino looked over to the trio, “we will have information put together for Gigi to understand this new reality.”

“How long will she be in the hospital?” Bonnie’s words seemed small.

“We’re looking at about a week, we need to monitor her and see how she’s doing.”

“When can we see her?” Deacon needed to see her.

“Soon, only one visitor at a time.” The doctor explained.

“Thank you for taking care of my girl.” Grady told him, choking up, relieved that Gigi was okay, that things looked positive.

“We’ll send someone to get you when she’s awake.” The doctor left them alone.

Deacon collapsed into his seat, he couldn’t explain in words what he’d felt when he heard about the accident. He’d been at Casey’s, finishing breakfast. He’d done the weekend house calls for Lucas, he’d checked in with the office and no one was scheduled to be in.

When he got the call, it was like his world fell away as he threw cash down on the counter and tried to get out, knocking Dixie Carmichael to the ground on his way out. Something about the smirk she had, and the glare she gave him was unsettling.

He knew before this morning that he loved Gigi, he knew he wanted her in his life until he took his very last breath, but the moment he thought she might have taken hers, he didn’t know if he’d be able to go on without her. She was his everything and he planned to make sure she knew that every day for the rest of her life.

“Gigi is ready to see one of you now.” The same nurse that had brought Lucas to see Riley was in front of them, “Who’s going first?”

Bonnie shook her head, yes she wanted to see her daughter, but after everything last night she wanted to wait just a little bit, let Gigi come out from the haze of surgery before she apologized.

Grady knew he couldn’t leave Bonnie now, “Deacon, you go. Then we’ll go in and see her.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, she’ll want to see you.” Bonnie gave him a soft smile, she could tell this young man loved her daughter.

“Okay then.” Deacon go up, following the nurse to Gigi’s room.

“Knock, knock” The voice was a little too cheerful as it entered Riley’s room, holding her chart in front of her face. “I’m Dr. McGuire, I’m sorry I wasn’t here a little earlier, I was delivering a baby.”

“Rachel?”

“Aunt Rachel?”

The voices spoke at the same time, before looking to each other confused.

“Lucas,” She smiled to her nephew and then her eyes fell upon Riley, “Riley Matthews?”

“Friar, now.” Riley bit her lip.

Rachel stood at the foot of the bed, “I saw Gigi yesterday she told me the two of you are engaged.”

Lucas rubbed the back of his neck, “We eloped a little over a month ago. Haven’t told anyone yet.”

“Ahh, okay then. I heard you had an exciting morning.” Rachel prepared for the examination, “We you trying to get pregnant or was this a surprise.”

“I’d been on ComHil for a while now.”

Rachel nodded, “Yes, the recall. So, I’m just going to do an exam, see how things look so far, we’ll do an ultrasound check and make sure everything looks good.”

“Okay,” Riley felt the nerves rise, she held Lucas’ hand, answered any questions that Rachel had for her.

Rachel set up for the Ultrasound, “This gel will be warm, we’ll be able to get an idea of how far along you are. Don’t be nervous Riley, relax.”

“I’m trying.” Riley took a deep breath as Rachel got started, moving the wand around. Riley tried to understand what she saw on the screen but she really couldn’t tell.

“Okay, looks like you’re about nine weeks along.” Rachel smiled as she looked at the screen, “Placenta looks intact.”

“That’s good, right?”

Lucas rubbed his thumb over her hand, “Ri, it’s very good.”

Rachel turned the volume up on the machine, “And those are the heartbeats.”

Lucas snapped his head towards his Aunt, “Wait, did you say heartbeat or heartbeats?”

“Congratulations you two, it’s twins.” Rachel pointed to the screen, “We’ve got Baby A here and Baby B here.”

“Twins?” Riley’s eyes were wide, “As in two?”

“Yeah,” Rachel set the picture to print and then turned off the monitor and removed the wand from Riley’s abdomen. “Now, Riley, this is going to be difficult, but because of the accident, and that you’re carrying twins, I want you on bedrest for a few weeks. I know, I know you can’t walk very well, but even after that I want you in bed. I’ll give you directions, for what you can and cannot do.”

Riley sighed, “I understand, when can I get out of here?”

“Tomorrow I want to just keep an eye on you tonight.” Rachel explained.

The door burst open behind them, “My baby girl!” Cory’s voice cried.

“Daddy” Riley gulped, “What are you doing here?”

“I’m sorry, I tried to stop him, I said the doctor was with you but I couldn’t stop him.” A nurse was at the door.

“It’s okay, we were just finishing up for now.” Rachel turned to Cory, “Cory, she’s fine. I promise.”

Cory was about to speak, but was frozen in shock instead, “Rachel, what are you doing here?”

“Aunt Rachel, could you please explain how you knew Riley already and how you know her Dad?” Lucas was still unsure of what was happening around him, he was trying to process the fact that Riley wasn’t carrying one child, but two.

“We went to college together Lucas, I was roommates with Cory’s brother Eric.” Rachel shook her head, “Cory, she’s fine. She can tell you that herself.”

Cory was about to agree with that when he spun to Rachel, “Why are you her doctor?”

“Daddy, I’m fine. I just sprained my ankles, I’m on some Tylenol. I’ll be fine.” Riley tried to reassure him.

“But she’s a certain kind of doctor, a doctor that.” He stopped looking at Lucas, “You, what did you do to my baby girl?”

Lucas sprang from his seat, dropping his wife’s hand, “Mr. Matthews, Cory, Dad,” before panic took over and he ran out of the room as Cory belly flopped on the floor trying to get his shoe.

Riley looked to Rachel as he father left the room, “So, those bedrest restrictions, can you limit who visits and for how long?”

Rachel chuckled, “If he doesn’t calm down, I’ll see what I can do.” She took the picture from the machine, “This is for you and Lucas, we’ll get you set up with everything before you’re released.”

“Thanks,” Riley took a deep breath, “You know right before the accident, Gigi and I were talking about going to get a pregnancy test to find out. Do you know how she is?”

“She’s okay, she’s out of surgery, she’ll be here for a little while though.” Rachel gave her a soft smile, “I’m going to go make sure your father doesn’t kill my nephew, but I’ll be back later to check on you okay?”

“Yes, thank you.” Riley leaned back on the bed, the afternoon sun coming in through the blinds as she was left alone.

Twins.

She and Lucas were going to have twins.

Deacon held Gigi’s hand, she was waking up, but groggy from the drugs she’d been given so far, he could see her eyes foggy and confused. “Hey Sweetie, I’m here.”

“Zay?”

His stomach dropped.

“It’s Deacon, honey you’re okay.”

“I love you Zay.” Gigi sighed as she closed her eyes again.

He waited a moment before a nurse came in to check something before he got up, the bile rising in his throat, his heart felt like it was twisting and tearing at the same time as he moved to the waiting room.

Zay was here now, with a woman he didn’t recognize.

Deacon walked over, tapped Zay on the shoulder, “Babineaux.” He was amazed he didn’t throw up when he spoke as he watched the man turn to him.

“What’s going on?” He asked, his face showing just how scared he was about Gigi being hurt.

He didn’t need to hear the words. He knew it was true. Before he could have any thought, any clear moment to stop himself Deacon felt his fist make contact with Zay’s face, before he fell backwards.

“Deacon,” Grady gasped, “What’s that about?”

“Stay away from Gigi.” He warned Zay.

Zay stayed silent, he had no idea what brought this on, he just knew his face was radiating with a pain he hadn’t felt before. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He finally defended.

“Just stay away from her.” Deacon warned before he shook Grady off him and stormed out of the waiting room.

#thunder chasing the wind #riley matthews #lucas friar #rucas #rucas fanfic #girl meets world #gmw fanfic #gigi friar #zay babineaux #cory matthews #topanga matthews

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saveme-ruinme · 8 years ago

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Jealousy & Relief

Time Travel AU pt. 4

Jeongguk x Reader

Word Count: 5.4k

Summary: the one where Jeongguk is a petty asshole and Seokjin cooks everyone dinner

Jeongguk wasn't jealous.

He had no reason to be. The newfound friendship between you and Yoongi didn't make him jealous or anything. Even if it did seem like you were spending most of your time with Yoongi, Jeongguk observed, not at all bitter at the thought. He was not jealous, not when the two of you barely knew each other, after all it had taken you a full month to remember that Yoongi's name wasn't 'the scary hyung' even though Jimin talked about him non-stop for that entire month.

Jimin was also not at all the least bit unhappy at you and Yoongi hanging out anytime you guys had any free time together. And if Jimin wasn't ridiculously jealous about it, then Jeongguk figured he would have nothing to worry about. Jimin sometimes got incredibly jealous over Yoongi that it shocked Jeongguk considering Jimin was the kindest person he knew, and he would barely consider Yoongi and Jimin friends. You had explained that it's because he was a Scorpio in Venus that made him jealous like that - whatever the hell that meant. The point was, if Jimin was happy with it, then he should be too.

Unfortunately, did nothing to smother the ugly feeling that erupted in his stomach, making his insides twist anxiously at the thought of you and Yoongi doing things that just friends shouldn't. It did nothing to stop the way that same ugly feeling would close his throat every time you blew him off for Yoongi. Well, that was a strong way to put it. But Jeongguk wasn't a very happy man when he would call you wanting to hang out only to find out that you were already with Yoongi, and it would be rude to just ditch him, saying that you guys could hang out some other time. However, some other time never came, and Jeongguk was left to himself and the ugly bitterness toward Yoongi that festered the longer he went without seeing you.

Taehyung had also felt very left out from the strange threesome you, Yoongi, and Jimin had created, as Jeongguk learned. Without you around, Jeongguk was left to spend more time with his hyung, and the two of them spent more time discussing conspiracy theories about the three of you. Taehyung also had more information concerning the activities the three of you engaged in since he lived with Jimin and could just ask him, not that he was told much. Taehyung had suspected that three of you were hiding something from the two of them, as he had known Jimin for a number of years and could tell when he wasn't being forthcoming with information. Tae had told him that Jimin was jumping around the question, giving vague answers before changing to subject completely, which was something very out of the ordinary for him.

Jeongguk wasn't used to knowing things about you. Actually, that was lie, he spent so long barely knowing anything about you because you were always from different points in your time stream. He had gotten selfish with you since you two had met in your natural point in the time stream, and there were few things you hadn't told him. It was strange, albeit uncomfortably familiar feeling knowing that you were keeping things from him. He tried to give you the benefit of the doubt that you simply hadn't gotten the chance to tell him yet, but it almost seemed like you weren't trying. Jeongguk had been the one reaching out to you for a while, much to his annoyance. He didn't know exactly when it started, just that it was pissing him off.

"Why don't you just ask?" Seokjin suggested, as he stood at the stove, cooking dinner for them.

Seokjin was Jeongguk's roommate, someone whom he was thankful for - not that he would ever say so. Jeongguk would only begrudgingly admit that he was probably still alive and healthy because of Seokjin. He was five years older than Jeongguk, a medical student who still made time to cook decent meals because he knew that the young idiot would not. They had a mutual agreement that if Seokjin fed him, Jeongguk would make sure their place stayed clean. A simple enough arrangement, and one that had kept their home in order.

Hoseok, Jeongguk's other roommate, also pitched in with the cleaning. Together, they split the chores and swapped them around every week. Hoseok was Taehyung's friend who was three years older than he was, and was apparently a dance major, after being undecided for so long. He was also the one who had offered Jeongguk the room in his first year, which he would have eagerly taken, if not for your begging and insistence to live in the co-ed dorms together so he could cover for you when you disappeared from this point in the time stream. After that first year in the dorms, Jeongguk had taken Hoseok's offer that fortunately still stood, and now here they were a year later, laughing at his time travelling girl problems.

"Don't you think I've tried," Jeongguk exclaimed, ignoring the way Hoseok laughed at him. "But I can't seem to get her attention long enough to ask."

"I have tried asking," Taehyung told them, having escaped his lonely apartment without Jimin to be fed by Seokjin. "It doesn't work as well as you think."

"It's probably nothing, maybe you guys are just reading too much into it," Hoseok tried to reassure.

"But why won't they just tell us?" Jeongguk questioned, pouting. "Why don't they invite us to hang out with them?"

Seokjin sighed. "Invite them over," he decided.

"What?" all three males had said at the same time.

"Tell them to come over for dinner, I'm not taking no as an answer, I made too much," Seokjin explained, looking down at pots and pan over the stove that was too much for just the four of them. Not that he doubted they couldn't eat it all, because boy did they love to eat, but it seemed counterproductive somehow. "And invite Yoongi too, I haven't seen him in a while."

Taehyung and Jeongguk glanced at each other before pulling out their phones and frantically attempting to contact you and Jimin. Jeongguk decided that he'd leave it to Taehyung to invite Yoongi along, quietly hoping that he'd forget to ask so that he wouldn't come and he would get to properly hang out with you again, without the distraction of Yoongi. Jeongguk got sweet satisfaction at the thought of Yoongi being bitter about being left out.

Maybe he was a little jealous.

The group was over for dinner, you observed as you walked into Jeongguk's apartment. Taehyung and Jeongguk were sitting on the floor in front of the tv playing Call of Duty while Hoseok had stretched out on the couch, laughing every time they died on screen. Seokjin was still in the kitchen, fussing around all the food he made. Namjoon sat at the table with Jimin, laughing about something as they placed cutlery on the table.

"It's a whole party," Yoongi noted, stepping out of his shoes.

"Should've bought alcohol," you said, stepping past him.

"Not too late," he murmured behind you.

"This is actually supposed to be a nice dinner," Hoseok informed the two of you, being the first one to notice that you had arrived.

Everyone else glanced at the two of you, just noticing you had arrived. You met Jeongguk's gaze and smiled at him, happy to be hanging out with him again. However, you smile dropped when he turned to glare at Yoongi before going back to his game, barely sparing you a glance. You frowned, wondering what his problem was.

"We can drink wine," Yoongi suggested. "That's what people do at dinner, right?"

"Here I only thought you drank hard liquor," Hobi laughed.

"Hyung!" Jimin shouted, gaining the attention of everyone in the room. "You're here!"

You watched Yoongi's ears turn pink as Jimin easily wrapped his arms around him, giving him a good squeeze. When he let go, you noticed that Jimin's cheeks also had a faint blush to them, as he smiled so wide his eyes almost disappeared. Seeing Jimin this happy was one of those things that always cheered you up, no matter what. It was very energising to be around Jimin when he was that happy, as it was very infectious, and he gave really good hugs. Perhaps that's why he managed to get along with Yoongi so well. Even though Yoongi seemed tough and serious, he wasn't immune to Jimin's cute eye smile.

"There was free food," he mumbled, trying not to smile so wide.

"Y/N! You're here too!" Jimin said, turning his attention to you.

Unlike Yoongi, you had no problem returning the bear hug that Jimin wrapped you in. "I saw you yesterday," you chuckled.

"Lucky you," Jeongguk muttered snidely, unknowingly pressing the buttons on his controller with more force than necessary.

No one acknowledged Jeongguk's petty comments, instead choosing to focus on the enticing smell of dinner that Jin was serving up. You glanced over at him, observing how he played with a frown on his face even though he appeared to be winning, wondering why he was being so rude and dismissive towards you. The two of you hadn't gotten the chance to hang out in a while because you had been busy, and now you guys have the chance to at least talk to one another, Jeongguk decides you aren't worth his time. You couldn't help but roll your eyes at him, deciding that you weren't going to entertain his petty behaviour. If he's got a problem with you, he can tell you himself instead of trying to make you guess and scramble to fix it.

"Is dinner ready yet? I'm starving!" you asked, heading over to the kitchen to see if Jin needed any help.

"You just got here," Jin observed, checking on the various pots and pans perched over the stove.

"I haven't had much to each all day, and you know I love your cooking!"

"Help me take it to the table."

"Yes sir!" you salute before pulling the oven mitts on your hands so you wouldn't burn your hands on anything.

As you did that, you vaguely heard Jeongguk mocking you by copying what you had just said in an exaggerated higher pitched voice. That made you frown, as once again you wondered why he was being so rude to you. You tried to recall what you had done wrong, but considering the two of you hadn't had much chance to hang out you didn't think there was even anything to be mad about.

Whatever, you thought as you helped place all the food on the table. I'll worry about that later.

Dinner was a relatively quiet affair. As quiet as it could get eating with seven males, which meant it wasn't all that quiet, it's just that you weren't participating in all the conversation, and that was predictably because of Jeongguk. He had glanced at you gesturing for him to come to sit next to you, and had taken the seat at the opposite end of the table, childishly refusing to acknowledge your existence. You couldn't help but gawk at him, moving past tolerating his behaviour into getting pissed off at him.

"What's his problem?" Yoongi asked, having witnessed the silent exchange between you and Jeongguk.

"Absolutely no idea," you pouted.

"Maybe he's jealous?" Jimin whispered conspiratorially into your ear, taking a seat next to you, winking at Yoongi who sat across from you.

"About what?" you asked dumbly, wracking your brain to figure out what he could possibly be jealous about.

For a moment, you thought it was because you were spending more time with Yoongi, after all he had been Jeongguk's friend first. But he'd never minded you hanging out with his friends before. Not when you'd ask Namjoon to tutor you - for all that it was worth because tutoring with Namjoon was just him reciting the textbook at you. Not when you'd go over to play Overwatch with Taehyung to help him beat Jeongguk because he was just too damn good.

Jeongguk never really minded when you'd do things with his friends without because as he had told you multiple times his friends were your friends too. Well, there was that one time when Seokjin had driven four hours to an amusement park completely of a whim because your exams had just ended and it was a good way to get rid of all the stress that had built up. Jeongguk had gotten jealous over that, offended that you didn't wait for him because he wanted to go to, which led to him telling the rest of the group, and all of them purposely planning to go without the two of you. Though, in the end they let you and Seokjin go because they were weak and Seokjin threatened to stop cooking for everyone if they didn't take him. They were like brothers to him, and you were his best friend so why shouldn't you get along without him?

You turned to look at Jimin, hoping he'd give you answers. Instead, he just smirked deviously at you before turning his attention to the food Seokjin had made for the group. Confused, you looked at Yoongi, silently pleading him to tell you something, but the other time traveller just shrugs, paying attention to Jimin as he reached over to put food on his plate. Defeated, you slump back in your chair.

"Oh come on! Don't be like that! I'm sure whatever is going on will sort itself out eventually," Jimin encouraged as he started to pile food on your plate as well. "Now eat! Hyung is going to be offended if you don't eat."

"Who's not eating?" Seokjin called from the other side of the table.

Scrambling to shove food in your mouth, you squeaked out a 'no one', pretending to glare at Jimin who had the audacity to laugh at you. You weren't going to risk offending Jin. If you did, he probably wouldn't feed you for the next year, and his cooking was something you'd never live without.

Once dinner had ended, Seokjin had assigned chores to the rest of the group to clean up the kitchen and the huge mess that was made when making all the food you all had consumed that night. There was some mild complaining, as cleaning required physical effort which no one seemed to possess as they all sat around waiting for the food to settle. With the exception of Jeongguk, who had shut himself in his room after he finished clearing the table in record time. You had been exempted from cleaning duty since you helped with serving the food - which apparently was not a real job according to Taehyung who had been stuck with washing all big pots and pans that wouldn't fit in the dishwasher.

You were pacing around in the hallway outside his room, trying to work up the courage to go in and confront him, but afraid to face his anger. You don't remember ever being this nervous to talk to him about something that was bothering either of you. Usually, the two of you were upfront about it, or you could easily pinpoint the cause of whatever had upset him. But this time you were blank. You had no idea why he was upset, and it scared you if you were being honest because it meant that you had done something to upset him, and you couldn't for the life of you figure out what it was.

Taking a breath, you knocked twice of his door. "Jeonggukkie?"

You paused for a moment, straining to hear for any sort of reply. When there was none, you knocked again, more insistently this time. When you realised that he probably had headphones in and wasn't going to answer the door, you opened the door, taking the chance to sort this out now.

"Jeongguk?" you called out as you stepped inside his room.

Startled, Jeongguk turned to glare at you from his computer where he was predictably playing Overwatch. It was much better than accidentally walking in on him watching porn.

"What do you want?" Jeongguk demanded, turning his attention back to the game.

You frowned at the back of his head, stepping further into his room and carefully shutting the door behind you. It always surprised you that Jeongguk's room was clean, but then you were reminded that it was partly because he spent so much time at your place. Today, his room actually looked lived in somewhat, there was dirty laundry in the hamper, and the bed in the middle of the room wasn't made, and the space around the desk he was sitting out had a few empty bottles and wrappers that hadn't been thrown away yet. Other than that, Jeongguk's room was rather clean for someone of his age, his various figurines were still in perfect order on the shelf above his bed.

"Why are you so mad at me?" you asked, moving to stand next to him.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he bit out, eyes staring intently at the screen in front of him.

The screen was displaying the stats for the last match, he wasn't even playing yet he still wouldn't look at you. That hurt more than you thought it would. Standing in front of your best friend who wouldn't look you in your eyes, you felt your heart crack slightly, fighting to blink back tears.

"Why won't you look at me?" you breathed, sounding a little more broken than you intended.

With an annoyed sign, Jeongguk finally averted his gaze to you and immediately regretted it. The only reason why he could stay so mad for so long was because he hadn't been around you, and even tonight he refused to acknowledge you, knowing that he'd very quickly lose his resolve to stay upset if he started hanging around you again, and he wasn't ready to give up his anger yet, as childish as the sounded. Unfortunately for him, you had decided that you had had enough of is petty game, and with you standing in front of him, he realised that it had taken a larger toll on you that he thought. Jeongguk thought he wanted to hurt you out of spite, but looking at the dejected expression on your face, his plan was very quickly crumbling.

There was a silence between the two of you as you waited for the other to say something. Jeongguk was holding on the shreds of his stubbornness and refusing to admit to his actions. You were waiting for him to say something, anything, that would give you any hint as to why he was acting the way he was. So you were stuck in a silent stand-off.

A knock at the door broke the endless silence that stretched between the two of you. The both of you turned your attention to the door handle that creaked from being opened. Yoongi's blond hair caught piqued your attention as he stuck his head through the door, with a very uncomfortable expression on his face, obviously feeling awkward at interrupting.

"Uh- I'm going home, and Jimin's catching a ride. Was wondering if you needed a ride back to your place?" Yoongi questioned, nervously jiggling the door handle.

Before you had the chance to answer, Jeongguk scoffed and turned his back on Yoongi, his anger returning with a vengeance. Yoongi looked to you, looking slightly alarmed at the sound.

Suddenly very angry at him, you grabbed the back of Jeongguk's chair and pulled him away from the desk, pushing him around to look at you and ignoring his sounds of protest. "What the fuck is wrong with you tonight?" you demanded, voice rising in volume.

"Nothing, geez, calm down," he rolled his eyes at you, attempting to wheel his way back to his desk.

You stopped him easily by grabbing the sides of his chair, and leaning in close. "Stop lying to me! Will you just tell me what your fucking problem is so we can go back to being friends!"

"Oh, so now you want to be friends," Jeongguk said sarcastically, pushing your arms off his chair but not moving away from you.

"The fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"It means leave me the fuck alone and go hang out with your new best fucking friend instead," he spat, gesturing angrily toward Yoongi, who stood awkwardly in the doorway, unsure on whether he should leave.

You were shocked. He was upset that you were hanging out with Yoongi a lot more these days. You almost felt like laughing if it didn't seem so utterly ridiculous. You didn't condone his petty behaviour but you understood why he was so upset, and why it caused him to act that way.

"You're honestly so fucking stupid," you sigh, feeling lightheaded.

"No, I'm fucking not," he defended.

"Y/N-" Yoongi said from behind you.

You turned around, and found that he was much closer than the doorway. You were about to ask what he wanted when grabbed your arm, not that you could feel him grabbing it. If you could move your limbs to look at them, you would. Unfortunately, you were too far gone at this point. You were so annoyed at Jeongguk that you hadn't felt the usual tell-tale signs that you were about to pass through the time stream.

"Fuck my entire life," you cursed, feeling gravity slip away from you.

"Goddamn it, you're taking me with you," Yoongi informed, not very happy at that.

"What?" Jeongguk accidentally said, confused as to what was happening.

He couldn't do anything but watch as he watched the both of you disappear. Yoongi was still holding onto your arm as the two of you vanished into the time stream. All his anger and annoyance had disappeared, replaced with shock at watching Yoongi travel alongside you. As far as Jeongguk knew, you couldn't take people into the time stream with you, and that wasn't from his lack of trying. He had vivid memories of clinging to you as you slipped from that reality, leaving him very alone, and falling over once his pillar of support had gone.

"Have you seen Yoongi?" Jimin asked, peeking into Jeongguk's room for his hyung.

"I- they- he-" Jeongguk was unable to form words, pointing to the spot where yourself and Yoongi had been standing just minutes before.

"Are you okay, Gukkie?" Jimin crossed the room, affectionately ruffling his hair.

"Yoongi can fucking time travel?" he exploded, staring up at his hyung with wide eyes.

Jimin did not seemed at all phased at that information, grinning sheepishly. "So, you found out huh?"

"They just fucking disappeared. Both of them. Y/N and Yoongi. When the fuck- why- who else knows?"

Jimin shrugged. "Hyung didn't want anyone to know about him because he thought he was the only one. But then Y/N met up with him in a different point in the time stream and he figured it out. Then hyung told me, and I told him we all knew. They've been meeting up a lot to talk about it since there isn't like a club or whatever of other time travellers, you know?"

"So that's why they've been hanging out so much. Because they're both time travellers?" Jeongguk suddenly felt stupid. And incredibly self-centred. He knew that you sometimes struggled with being the only person like yourself. You could talk to him about it for hours on end, but he'd never really understand what it was like. Now you've found someone like yourself. "Why haven't they told everyone else?"

Jimin sighed at sat down on his bed. "Hyung isn't comfortable with it yet. He knows that everyone knows about Y/N but he's afraid to admit that he's one to the group. We've been trying to convince him to tell everyone else. Would make our lives a lot easier, I don't like hiding things from Taehyung."

"Wait- why do you know?" Jeongguk narrowed his eyes.

Finding his figurines more interesting, Jimin shrugged and refused to look at Jeongguk. That didn't stop Jeongguk from seeing the way his cheeks went very red. "I guess hyung just trusts me the most," Jimin murmured, playing with the rings on his fingers.

"Uh-huh," Jeongguk acknowledged, very suspicious of his hyung's behaviour. Whatever was going on between the two of them, Jeongguk decided that he wasn't going to ask. He really didn't want to end up with Jimin ranting at him about how great Yoongi-hyung was for the millionth time.

"Don't use that tone with me!" Jimin exclaimed, pointing an accusing finger at Jeongguk. It was difficult to take him seriously when his fingers were so small, and the blush that stained his cheeks hadn't disappeared. "You're still an asshole for being mean to Y/N. She things you hate her."

"I don't hate her," Jeongguk muttered, feeling guilty.

"I know, we all know you don't hate her. Quite the opposite really," Jimin giggled, ignoring the glare from the maknae. "But Y/N is stupid and doesn't know. So you have to apologise when they get back. And then tell her how you feel."

"I can't just tell her how I feel!"

"Yes, you can! You just make her look at you, and you tell her 'Y/N, I'm stupid and ugly, and you're honestly way too pretty for me, but I'm in love with you. Like I would sell my Overwatch account for you, in love with you.' It's easy!"

"Like I'm going to take advice from the idiot who can't admit he has feelings for Yoongi-hyung."

"Who are you calling idiot? It's hyung to you, brat!"

Jeongguk rolled his eyes. "I still can't just admit it like that-"

"Admit what?" you asked, coming out of the closet on the opposite side of the room from him, accidentally knocking over his laundry hamper.

There was an explosion of sound as both Jimin and Jeongguk yelled in fright at the sudden intrusion. There was the sound of the chair clattering as Jeongguk had fallen out of his chair, he had gotten scared that bad. Then the rest of the group who had gotten alarmed at the yelling came clambering through the door to find out what all the fuss was about. Taehyung was holding a soapy frying pan in his hand, waving in around and getting water everywhere. The other three had shown up right behind him, with Hoseok narrowly avoiding being hit in the face with a wet frying pan. Jimin - once recovered from fright - had collapsed back on the bed, full-belly laughing at Jeongguk falling out of his chair, while you and Yoongi pushed your way out of Jeongguk's full closet, accidentally taking half of the contents with you as you stepped out.

"What the hell is going on?" Namjoon questioned. "Why are you two in the closet?"

"Uh- well- you see-" you stuttered, trying to find an excuse.

"We just got back from four years ago," Yoongi calmly explained.

You hid your shock pretty well, if you did say so yourself. "Yeah, turns out this apartment belonged to someone else four years ago, so we had to hide in the closet so we wouldn't get caught."

"We?" Namjoon repeated, looking between you and Yoongi.

"I'm the same as her," Yoongi said, gesturing to you. "I can time travel time."

There was a brief moment of silence as everyone in the room stared at Yoongi, who stared back at everyone, silently willing someone to say something, or to look away from him.

"So, are we still getting dessert?" Taehyung asked, looking back at Seokjin, breaking the awful silence in the room.

Another pause as Seokjin struggled to comprehend the situation, before shrugging. "Yeah, why not. I'm craving something sweet."

There were numerous sounds of agreement throughout the room, as everyone had started throwing out suggestions on what to get. You couldn't help but laugh at Yoongi's shocked expression, who glanced around the room frantically, trying to understand the situation.

"Wait- that's it? I tell you I'm a time traveller and you guys just carry out like it was nothing?" Yoongi sounded just slightly distraught.

"It kinda loses its shock factor after the first time," Hoseok shrugged. The other boys in the room all murmured in agreement.

"I hide this secret my entire life, and this first time I tell my group of friends they're more worried about dessert," Yoongi commentated.

"Makes sense when you think about it. You're always disappearing when we least expect it," Namjoon observed. "We should get a cheesecake."

"And ice cream!" Tae added.

"You still have to finish washing the dishes," Seokjin scolded, pointing at the wet pan.

One by one, the boys all shuffled out of the room, arguing about who was going to go out and get dessert. Even Yoongi and Jimin left the room, Jimin puling a mildly shell-shocked Yoongi out of the room while delightfully retelling watching Jeongguk fall out of his chair. That left you and Jeongguk, who sat on the floor, nervously fidgeting with the wheels of the desk chair that hadn't been propped up yet.

You moved to step closer to Jeongguk, desperate to end the feud between the two of you, but found yourself face planted on the floor with your foot throbbing slightly from hitting whatever it was you tripped over.

"Are you alright?" Jeongguk asked, scrambling over his bed to get to you, having heard you thump on the floor.

"Yeah, just tripped over that box. Why do you have so much shit in your closet?"

Together, the two of you started putting the contents of his closet back where it belonged. An awkward silence stretched between the two of you as you both struggled for something to say. Jeongguk was embarrassed with himself. He was still a little bit upset over you not telling him about Yoongi, but he understood that it wasn't your choice. You were unable to determine where this left the two of you, as you wondered if your best friend was still angry at you.

Taking a breath, Jeongguk looked at you. "Listen, I'm sorry about my behaviour tonight. I was acting stupid and I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. I apologise."

Tears had started to well up in your eyes, and Jeongguk silently panicked. You didn't know why you were crying exactly, only that you were happy that you hadn't lost one of the most - if not the most important person in your life.

"Thank you for apologising," your voice broke as the tears threatened to fall.

"Why are you crying?" Jeongguk asked desperately, scrambling for the box of tissues that rested on the side table next to his bed, gently dabbing at the few tears that had fallen.

"Because I'm happy I didn't lose my best friend," you laughed, grabbing the tissue off Jeongguk after he almost poked you in the eye.

"You'll never lose me, I was just mad that you were ditching me so much. I got jealous you were spending so much time with Yoongi-hyung, I'm sorry."

You gave him a watery smile, forcing the rest of your tears back. You felt pathetic, crying on Jeongguk's floor after face planting from trying to get out of his closet. Satisified that you weren't going to cry anymore, Jeongguk picked up the remaining things and stuffed them back inside his closet.

"Next time, I'll make time for you," you sniffled, noticing how he had paused and stared at a book in his hand. "What's that?"

"An old book," he told you quietly, turning it around in his hands.

The book was an old black notebook, one with his initials on the top corner. The gold engraving had long faded, and now looked like indents on the worn, black faux leather. The pages of the book weren't straight and new like you expect a notebook to look, they were slightly wrinkled and the pristine white had become discoloured from its age.

"Is it a diary?" you teased. “I didn’t think you kept a diary."

“I don’t know what it is.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Why do you own a book you don’t know anything about? Where’d you get it?

Jeongguk turned to stare at you, a serious expression marring his boyish features, making him look older. "From you. When I was 7."

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When they find out their s/o is great at baking

Suho:

Finding out you can bake is such a pleasant surprise for him. He already thinks you’re amazing, but now he has one more reason to adore you. I see Junmyeon being the type to not have a crazy sweet tooth, but at the same time knows how to appreciate a well crafted baked good. Maybe you were just in the mood to bake that day and made entirely too much (which is always my problem tbh). You didn’t know what to do with all the extra brownies so you took them over to the dorm for the guys to (hopefully) share. He’d probably be somewhere in the back rooms, but the second he hears Chanyeol screaming ‘OMG I LOVE YOU’ he’s going to come investigate just what the hell the giant is up to. When he the children with the brownies, two thing are going to go through his mind: 1. Oh shit the sugar rush these kids are going to have and 2. Just where the hell did these even come from? Of course, then there’s you offering him a brownie, too, and he’ll take a bite and FALL IN LOVE ALL OVER AGAIN. “You made these, jagiyah?” “Yup!” “Ugh, these are so gooood~!” (cue happy groaning)

Xiumin:

He’s someone who probably would enjoy a good pastry. He’s definitely health conscious but we all know he likes his treats. He would have called you one day to see what you were up to, wanting to take you out and spend time together, when you tell him you can’t go out. Your mother’s birthday is the following day and you are busy in the kitchen making her cake. I think he would pause for a second, the little dots popping up over his head (...) and then he’d break out into a grin! He’d ask if he could help you and most likely the two of you would spend the majority of the day baking away (and making a mess just so you can see him go into super cleaning mode). By the time you both are done you’ve managed to make a three tier cake with fondant icing, little hearts and flowers decorated haphazardly all over it. Honestly, you two giggle about how cheesy it looks, but secretly you know your mother will love it. There was even enough batter left over for cupcakes! He wouldn’t really question that you’re a baker, he would just enjoy the benefits of such a talent. However, now that he knows you like to bake expect a lot of baking dates. Why buy pastries when you can have them freshly baked with your own ingredients? “We have to do this more often, jagi. This was really fun! Plus, look at all the goodies we have left over!”

Lay:

Cheeky bub. You wouldn’t expect it from him, but he’s going to take full advantage of your baking skills. He strikes me as someone who has a sweet tooth. He’ll be the one who begs for your baking when he’s sad or upset or stressed or frustrated or had a shit week or he misses you or generally just anything. Also beware of allowing him in the kitchen with you while you’re baking. The cookies will slowly start to disappear one by one, but he’ll give you one of those dimpled smiles and tell you he doesn’t know what you’re talking about. Cheeky, cheeky, I’m telling you. It all started rather innocently, too. You sent him cookies while he was away in China as a ‘keep your spirits up’ sort of thing, but that turned into an hour long facetime/skype/etc where he grilled you about why your cookies are so delicious! He’ll be adamant that there’s magic in there cuz ‘there’s no way these cookies can be this soft and moist and yummy after being mailed’. Nope no way. He’ll buy you cute little aprons, probably any appliance you want (or didn’t ask for but he bought it anyway). Yixing is a dotting guy in general, so just expect a lot of him supporting you in this hobby. It’s not just because he wants more delicious treats, but because he realizes how much you really like to bake. He just wants you to be happy. “Baobei, this cobbler is the best! Can you make me one for my birthday?” “Of course!” “That I don’t have to share?” “...” (cue cheeky, dimpled grin)

Baekhyun:

Proceed with caution honestly. Sugar and this guy are a dangerous combo. The guys wanted to throw Junmyeon a birthday surprise and were throwing ideas around. Of course they had the most lavish ideas about the venue and theme, but when the topic of cake came up you interjected saying it would be more meaningful if it was homemade. This prompted Kyungsoo to start nodding in agreement, but before he could say he’d take it on, you told them you would make the cake. Now, this is a surprise to everyone. You weren’t someone who liked to cook too often. It wasn’t that you couldn’t, but more that you didn’t have a lot of interest in cooking. Baekhyun is going to be thrilled! He’ll insist that you allow him to be your taste tester, because ‘hyung can only have the best and since I know hyung so well I’m pretty much over qualified, but don’t worry cuz I’m just your awesome boyfriend so of course I’ll lend you my expert opinions’ … ‘or you just want free handouts’ Anyway! Baking with Baekhyun will be super fun! Expect a mess because this is the King of Beagles we’re talking about, but also don’t worry. Baekhyun is a super sweetheart and he’ll help you clean everything up in the end. Over all he’ll be super proud of your creation. Any future baked goods will probably be shared with other people with the lone goal of being able to boast about how HIS jagi made them. “Yeah, you taste that deliciousness? Huh? My jagi made it! I bet you wish you had a jagi like mine!”

Chen:

Sweetheart. The sweetest of sweethearts. He’ll find out you can bake one night after a long practice, when he’s extremely tired and just wants to go to bed. He’ll walk in the door and just stop...and sniff cuz like, that’s not how your apartment usually smells, but like he’s not upset. It smells good, but there are so many scents he’s just confused as to what exactly he’s smelling. In the kitchen you’re bustling this way and that, stacks of brownies and cookies littering every inch of counter space, tubes of icing of every color, little paper ramekins in pastels are on the table next to the cutest little plastic bags along with a few rolls of various colored ribbon. Your friend had called you at like seven thirty and told you they had completely forgotten about the bake sale tomorrow and they didn’t have the means to actually bake anything and you can’t bring anything store bought (AND DON’T EVEN TRY TO FAKE IT CUZ THEY’LL KNOW), so you kindly offered to whip something up last minute. He’s surprised at first because this was never something that ever came up, but then slowly that surprised look just melts into the most loving stare possible because as you explain the whole situation to him hurriedly, running around and icing the cupcakes and checking on the cake in the oven, Jongdae can just imagine having a family with you one day. The image just settles in his head and he feels so content. He’ll make you pause for a second so he back hug you and kiss you sweetly before offering his help. “You can’t go making all this for our children, okay baby? You know what I’m like, can you imagine a mini me on a sugar high? That won’t be good for either of our health.” *he just starts talking about the future like it’s the most natural thing ever. Precious husband material right here ladies and gents. Appreciate this man, please*

Chanyeol:

You know the nursery rhyme “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star”? Those are his eyes when you present him with a bag of sweets for his tour. You had made them fresh the night before under the guise that you were still angry at him for not telling you about their surprise tour. He had thought you weren’t going to see him off, but there you were standing with the carefully wrapped treat box in your outstretched hands and an apologetic smile on your face. It had been silly to get mad at him over something he couldn’t control, which was why you wanted to do something special for him. You knew how much he liked a particular sweet, so you spent a good portion of the previous afternoon/evening perfecting a large batch for him to take with him. Expect teary eyes and a huge bear hug. Also expect for him to pout, cuz yeah, that was a little mean, but he loves you and he promises to eat your goodies joyfully on his trip. ALSO expect him to video call you an hour into the flight with crumbs on his face and eyes the size of saucers because holy shit this stuff is good and ‘did you make this?’ ‘are you sure?’ ‘please make this for me everyday of the rest of my life!’ ‘yes I am proposing to you over a box of sweets!’. This is just another reason for the giant to fall in love with you, honestly. “What do you mean I can’t eat them all right now?” “you’ll get a stomachache, Channie” “So?” “What do you mean ‘so’?” “You’ll take care of me, right? So it’ll be worth it!”

D.O:

This one is a foodie. He loves to cook! I don’t know if he bakes, but we all know he enjoys experimenting in the kitchen for sure. I think finding out you can bake would just make him fall for you more. It would be a day where he’s off and he wants to spoil you with some food, so you decide that it’s only fair to spoil him back by baking for him. We all know that surprised look he gets sometimes. The one where his eyebrows raise and his mouth droops at the corners. It’s all a very pleasant surprise for him. The way he sees it is this is just another way for the two of you to spend time together. He doesn’t like to share his kitchen, to be honest, but if it’s you, it’s okay. The two of you will probably end up dancing around each other, learning the other’s movements with ease and just coexisting. Something the rest of the guys are going to think is absolutely flooring, because 1. No one is allowed in the kitchen when Kyungsoo is cooking and 2. How the hell are you two not running into each other? Kyungsoo will make you a deal going forward. When he makes a new recipe for a meal, you have to make a new recipe for dessert. It’s competitive in the smallest of ways, only because it’s almost like a test to see who’s first time recipe turned out the best. It honestly doesn’t matter if it’s terrible, Kyungsoo seems like the type to come up with some way of improving it so it’s edible and just being over all so encouraging. He knows from experience that the kitchen can be just as challenging as learning new choreography, so don’t ever worry about him hating your food. This guy looks like a menace, but he’s the most cuddly muffin ever. “Wah! Jagi, these are delicious! Is this a new recipe?” *shy nod* “Hmm, then you need to make these more often. I think I’ve found a new favorite.” (cue proud temple kiss)

Kai:

He’s more quiet about his love for your baking. He loves it so much, but in true Jongin fashion he’s just very quiet. He loves to watch you in the kitchen, bustling around. What he loves the most about it is the fact that your creations are always so pretty. He didn’t even know you could bake until you showed up after one of their album releases with a bunch of cupcakes that were designed like the album’s artwork. He was floored! Of course, don’t expect him to be too quiet. He’ll whine and pout if you don’t have any around the house, cuz ‘they’re so yummy and I have a craving’ ‘what do you mean you don’t have any left’ ‘can’t you make some more’ *cue puppy eyes* ‘pretty please?’ You can’t say no to this guy at all. But like I said, he likes to watch you bake. If you question him about it, he’ll just shrug and give you one of those sheepish smiles we all know and love. Jongin is your taste tester, your guinea pig, your everything when it comes to baking. If you’re struggling with a new recipe, he’s right there to encourage you to keep going because ‘it’s okay, you’ll get it don’t worry’. When you do succeed in perfecting it, he’ll celebrate with you happily, cutely hugging you and giving you soft kisses. Jongin just strikes me as a gentle, calm lover, so he’d be the same way in his encouragements and comforting. But, like, don’t forget he’s a Capricorn. They don’t look like it, but they can be pranksters of the worst kind. So if you ever burn a batch of cookies or a cake, pray for everyone who surrounds him. This devious boi is going to cover the burned food in icing/melted chocolate/whatever it takes to cover it up and leave them in the break room for his victims to contemplate their life’s choices. “Ninni, you know that’s really mean, right?” “I only want them to enjoy a tasty treat, jagi. Sharing is caring.” *he’ll say this with a completely straight face*

Sehun:

Honestly, you can’t keep this shit to yourself. He’s going to in your kitchen constantly cuz he’s a ‘growing boy’, which basically just means he’ll eat you out of house and home. He’s going to discover that you bake, but not tell you he knows. Not directly anyway. You’ll find out when you run out of cookies. He’ll have his hand in the jar and he’s just swishing it around and around with this disgruntled expression on his face. He’ll turn to you quite suddenly and demand where the cookies went, cuz they’re his favorite, but he’ll likely never admit that to your face. If you make him cookies, make more than necessary, because like Yixing, he’s going to be eating them as you make them. You might even have to force him out of the kitchen just so there will be some left for later. When you offer to send him home with some, he’ll look at you like you’ve lost your mind cuz ‘why the hell would I do that?’ he doesn’t want to share his goodies with anyone and he knows the second he walks through the door ‘those bloodhounds are going to be after my cookies’. Honestly, he loves that you bake. He thinks it’s pretty amazing seeing as he’s pretty much shit with baking, too many instructions to follow. He won’t want cakes that aren’t yours and he’ll definitely be super snobby about other people’s cookies. “Huh, you call these things cookies? They’re rocks with chocolate in them. You obviously don’t know what a real cookie tastes like and no, you can’t have mine. Buzz off.”

--Admin MM

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