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evielmostdefinitely · 11 months ago

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Hi!! I love your snow fics! I would love to see more of them on the tour through the districts

treat me rough |young!coriolanus snow x capitol!reader|

prompt: as requested above, more honeymoon smut :) also the title is from the song treat me rough by ella fitzgerald which just reminds me of coriolanus and reader haha.

contains: smut 18+. dom!coriolanus and sub! (kinda bratty) reader. possessive, controlling, mean/hard dom!coryo. dom/sub themes. bratting. spanking / pussy slapping (with hand). pinvsex.

“You’re pleased with yourself, aren’t you?” Coriolanus growled through gritted teeth, a firm hand on your bicep dragging you to the train’s station.

You bit back a smile, trying to hide the giddy excitement you felt. Your devious little plan had worked.

It had been nearly a week since your wedding, since the start of the tour from district to district. A makeshift of a honeymoon that you agreed to. Was it ideal? Not entirely, but at least you’d be together through most of it, Coryo had promised.

He’d failed to mention his countless meetings and obligations that took up most of his time. When he’d finally return to the carriage, shoulders slumped and eyes heavy, you’d be waiting in your lingerie, obediently on your knees ready to stuff his length down your throat. He’d let you, of course, but other than a half hearted fucking- you were left unsatisfied.

You knew he was tired. You knew he was stressed and anxious about becoming the President of Panem. But this was your honeymoon. A start to the rest of your life, and if this was any indicator of how your life would change, especially in the bedroom, you were far from interested.

By District Four, you’d had enough. You knew better than to pick a fight with Coriolanus, it would only frustrate him and he’d be likely to ignore you out of pure spite- he’d done it before. Instead, you hatched a plan.

At the end of each day at the Districts, you and Coriolanus would join the Mayor and his spouse for tea. You and Coryo would never drink it, of course, he was paranoid about being poisioned by the rebels, but you’d sit and discuss formalities amongst the four of you.

The Shefland’s were hospitable, a lavish house that sat near the lake where they could oversee their working people- you knew Coriolanus was pleased. They offered you a seat in their sun room, at a small, round table where they offered up Earl Grey and finger foods. Coryo and Mayor Shefland talked rebels, Peacekeepers, and other droning business, while you and the Mayor’s spouse sat obediently.

For now.

You placed your hand on Coryo’s thigh, simple and unsuspecting. He looked over at you, patting your hand affectionately, joining the conversation. Your cheeks flamed with daring adrenaline, staring at the poppy seed pastry in front of you, your hand sliding slowly up Coriolanus’ fine trousers. You’d start slow, enough to have him convinced you were doing it innocently, before starting up again. His breath hitched once, a firm squeeze to your hand, shoving it down his thigh towards his knee.

The cut of his eyes, an icy side glance, you knew you were teetering on dangerous territory, but still not where you wanted to be. Coriolanus would chastise you at most, scold you and maybe take a ruler to your palms, but that wasn’t what you wanted.

And you always got what you wanted.

Your hand moved, boldly, resting right on his crotch. Coriolanus’ breath hitched, faltering just for a moment, before you squeezed his length lightly through the fabric, palming his length. Coryo cleared his throat, cheeks burning with embarrassment.

You frowned, brows creased in concern. “Darling, are you alright?” You hummed innocently, leaning forward, pressing further into his crotch.

“Yes,” Coryo hissed, eyes narrowing at you. He cleared his throat, apologizing politely to the mayor, shoving your hand off his length, pressing it into your own lap with a warning squeeze to your thigh.

You pressed your thighs together, practically squirming in your seat. It worked. Coryo was furious at your blatant brattiness, in a way you hadn’t seen since you first started dating, and it filled you with bubbling excitement.

Coriolanus hadn’t stayed long after that, curtly thanking the Shefland’s a hand on your back, leading you towards the car. He’d contemplated yanking you over his knee right there, the driver be damned, maybe it’d embarrass you. Instead, he kept his composure until you were alone, dragging you into the private carriage of the train.

“I should call the Academy. Tell them to refund your father, because clearly they failed to teach you any etiquette.” Coriolanus sneered, shoving you lightly into the train, latching the carriage door behind him.

“What are you talking about, sweetheart?” You cooed innocently, nearly taunting. Coryo's fists tightened. “I thought I behaved very well for the Shefland’s-”

“-For the Shefland’s.” Coriolanus snapped, taking a dangerous step towards you, towering over you. “But you don’t answer to the Shefland’s, you answer to me.”

Your knees wobbled at his tone, eyes narrowed and jaw clenched. His hand caught your chin easily, squeezing your jaw, fingers pressing into your cheeks, pulling your gaze up to him. “You know better.” Coryo growled. “You know better, and you still behaved that way.”

You whined, his fingers curling tighter around your face. “You know how you act for me, how I expect you to behave.” Coriolanus sneered. “And you know what happens when you don’t.” The lingering threat in his tone had you throbbing painfully between your knees.

Still, you whined in protest, wiggling to move out of his grip- defiant and bratty, just how you knew Coriolanus liked it. He loved breaking a brat, loved putting you in your place, though he’d never admit it.

“They didn’t see, Coryo.” You huffed, a roll of your eyes that had him bristling, jaw clenched so tight he was sure his teeth might crack. “It’s our honeymoon, and you’ve been ignoring me.” You whined, a petulant pout that had his cock stirring.

“Oh?” His tone was dangerous, teetering on amused and sinister. “That’s what this is about?” You whined, trying to wiggle out of his grip. “You acted like this because I’ve been ignoring you?”

“I was just trying to get you excited.” You muttered, avoiding his hard gaze. “You’ve barely been with me, and-and we haven’t had sex in days and it’s our honeymoon, Coryo!”

“Days?” Coriolanus scoffed. “We had sex this morning.”

“Barely.” You muttered, his fingers tightening around you, jerking you towards him.

“I’ve had enough.” Coriolanus snapped, voice booming, bouncing off the walls of the train’s carriage. You shrunk under his gaze, eyes rounded pleadingly. “You want my attention so badly, you impish little brat, then you have it.” His hand moved from your jaw, and for a moment, you were relieved- until it found its way to your hair, wrapping around your locks and tugging at the scalp.

You whined, clawing at his wrist as he pulled you roughly towards the bed, sitting on the edge, hauling you over his knee. “Completely uncalled for, touching me like that.” Coriolanus snarled, roughly shoving the hem of your dress up over the swell of your ass.

Your hands reached back, trying to push your dress back down. Coryo’s hands wrapped around your wrist, pinning it to the small of your back. “I should bind you.” Coryo spat bitterly, his hands squeezing around your wrist for emphasis. “Should take you out to the center of town and tie you to the whipping post. Show everyone how I handle my disobedient wife.”

You shuddered at the thought, legs clamping together. Coryo’s brows lifted in amusement, hand smoothing over the bare skin of your ass. “You’d like that, wouldn't you? Filthy.” His hand fell heavy on your upturned ass, without a warning, a resounding clap! filling the air and leaving you breathless.

“You will behave.” Coriolanus gritted, hand punctuating each syllable of the words with a stinging smack, satisfied at how you whined and wriggled in his grasp. “I will not have a disobedient, needy, bratty wife. Do you understand?”

Your silence only infuriated him further, two hard spanks falling to the center of your bottom. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, yes,” You panted, head swimming with a whirlpool of emotions- pain, pleasure, embarrassment, and blinding need. “Please, Corio.” Your hips raised, back arching low to reveal your puffy, wet lips, throbbing with need.

Coryo’s cock was stiff, mouth watering at the sight. He longed to bury his face in your pussy, push your head into the pillows and devour you- but you didn’t earn it, not yet anyways.

Instead, he grabbed you by your waist, letting you fall on your back into the soft duvet with a bounce, whining at the fabric brushing your inflamed skin. “Spread those legs.” Coriolanus’ eyes were dark, lust filled and dangerous.

You parted your legs obediently, watching him carefully above you. His gaze on your pussy, tongue running over his bottom lip mindlessly. “Keep those spread or I won’t touch you at all tonight.”

You whimpered at his threat, hands hooking under your kneecaps to spread your legs apart, on display for him. Coryo knelt between your legs, working the buttons of his shirt open until it fell open. You ogled at his toned chest, mouth filling with spit at the sight.

“I think I need to get to the root of this issue.” Coriolanus hummed, tossing his shirt to the side. “You’ve been acting bad because of her, haven't you?”

Your thighs squeezed, legs starting to close before he stopped you, a warning glare that had you shrinking. “What did I tell you? You don’t want me to touch you at all?”

You shook your head. “N-No, Sir.”

Coriolanus seemed pleased at the use of his favorite name, ego inflating at the title. He didn’t think you’d call him that so soon, so easily. Usually he had to push you a little further, until you were needy and desperate for him before you’d call him that.

“I think I need to spank her.” Coryo’s eyes stayed on yours, kneeling between your legs. “Since she doesn’t know how to behave.”

You whimpered, nails digging into the skin of your knees, watching him carefully. His eyes on yours, hand raising before it fell, not nearly as hard as the punishing spanks to your ass, but a stinging slap to your mound. One right after the other until he hit five, the last a particularly hard one over your clit that had your hips jolting and writhing.

You spent the better half of the night, head lolling over the edge of the bed while Coriolanus shoved his cock down your throat, fucking your face until you gagged and cried and begged to be touched. When he finally did touch you, ass raised high, hands folded behind your back while he rode you, fucking you with a punishing vigor in front of the mirror. You drooled on the edge of the bed, whining and whimpering pitifully with every orgasm he pulled from you until he was finally spilling over your abused ass.

The meeting with the Mayor of District Five was uncomfortable. You shifted in your seat at tea, grimacing behind tight smiles. Coriolanus bit back his own smirk, proud of his handimark that was undoubtedly the cause for your sudden obedience and clinginess. He rewarded you for being so well mannered by letting you sit on his face that night, devouring you while you rode his mouth and nose, hands gripping those golden locks you adored, your wedding ring scratching at his scalp.

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ruewrote · 11 months ago

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𝑎 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑛𝑑.

PAIRING: carl gallagher x gn!reader WARNINGS: none GENRE: fluff SONG INSPIRATION: lull by vraell [guitar version] WORD COUNT: 538 REQUESTED: yes

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leaning back in your chair, rubbing your eyes for what felt like the hundredth time that afternoon you sat in front of your computer screen staring at the unfinished work.

a tired sigh leaving your lips as you swiped the piece of hair that didn't quite make it into the rushed ponytail that you created earlier.

starting to bite the skin around your nails as you watched the cursor blink, almost mimicking you. writing for hours hadn't gotten you anywhere, still having to do two other assignments too, fear started creeping up on you.

it had been the same fear that you had felt countless times before, the fear of failure. despite all of your hard work and preparation, you just couldn't escape the nagging feeling that you'd not be good enough.

maybe it’s because you're afraid of what your parents will think of you or maybe it’s simply because you are terrified of not living up to your own expectations. whatever the reason was, the fear was very real.

tears welled up in your eyes as the panic set in, well that was all until a knock was heard from your bedroom window. looking over confused made eye contact with a very excited carl holding up a bag of what looked like groceries?

letting out a faint chuckle as you stood up from your bed, opening the window and actually being face to face with him felt like a weight had been lifted off of your shoulders.

"let me in i got the good shit," he grinned at you as he shook the plastic bag.

squeezing your eyes shut tightly, trying to stop the tears from flowing overwhelmed by the kind gesture. shoulders shaking as you slumped in on yourself.

carls smile dropped, throwing the bag on your bed behind you before jumping over your window. carefully pulling you into his arms as you cried into his shoulder. your tears wetting the material but he couldn't careless and neither could you.

"it's okay, im here. you're alright," one of his hands tangled in your hair and one on your lower back, tugging you closer to him.

that's how you stood for a good five minutes, carl giving you time and comfort. this was all that you needed over these past two weeks instead of stressing yourself out over pointless things.

the two of you now moved over to your bed binging on the sweet treats that he'd brought over, some christmas movie that you'd both seen a million times together playing in the background as you joked with each other.

explaining to him how everything just got to be too much.

"i mean i can't say too much since i've not got the best track record of doing my own school work nevermind worrying about it," that made you laugh, looking down and picking at the fuzzy material of your socks.

"but you've got a good head on your shoulders, almost perfect grades and you still make time for the people 'round you? dude i'd say you're living the life right now. a bit of a boring life but ya know!"

narrowing your eyes at him, playfully pinching his side making him yelp and jump away from you pouting.

"rude."

#carl gallagher #carl gallagher x reader #carl gallagher oneshots #carl gallagher imagines #carl gallagher fanfics #shameless #shameless x reader #shameless oneshots #shameless imagines #shameless fanfics #x reader #oneshots #imagines #fanfics #ruewrote

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too-much-tma-stuff · 1 year ago

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Do What I Cannot

This is based on My Graveyard Song because I was captivated by the idea of Danny’s parents burying him alive. That’s basically the only part I took though. This is about him being confronted with his parents again once freed.

This is unedited so feel free to point out mistakes. Contains graphic description of violence.

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The Justice League’s newest hero has been a wonderful asset, truly! Phantom is a rather powerful hero and even though some of his methods are a little questionable he follows the ‘no killing’ rule more strictly then some of the long-term members. Even if it’s just because he doesn’t want to deal with them as ghosts it still counts. Some of the more magical people have an idea that Phantom is more powerful then he’s letting on, but they don’t push it. After all he’s still just a teenager, they don’t really want to have him dealing with universal threats either.

Honestly even if he weren’t a hero Batman at least would have kept him around for the impressively positive affects he has on Red Hood. Jason had been calmer and more reasonable then he had been since his resurrection since digging up that grave and teaming up with Danny. It was just a little unsettling sometimes honestly, sometimes his eyes would glint with the green of the Lazarus waters and everyone would tense up prepared for an aggressive outburst only for Jason to announce he needed to find Danny and leave. The more suspicious minds found it odd, but they figured it was just because Phantom could calm Jason down and didn’t look a gift horse in the mouth.

Really the only problem was that knowing Phantom had alerted them to a potential new source of threat that they really knew very little about. The JLD knew some but not enough and the ways they had to fight ghosts were clunky and unreliable, they needed weapons that would work on ghosts. Not Phantom obviously, though the overly cautious ones privately thought about him too, just in case you know? And there weren’t many people who specialized in such tech, so of course their search lead them to the Drs. Fenton.

The magic users thought their methods were crude and crazy but had to admit they clearly worked so maybe it would be best to invest in at least some of their tech. At least to study and see if it could be improved on. So they were invited for a meeting, and it was decided Phantom would Not be told. Mostly because they didn’t want to stress him out and also because they’d learned these two were ‘shoot first ask questions later’ types who apparently didn’t believe there was such a thing as a good ghost so they might actually try and kill Danny on sight, which would be awkward.

The presentation they gave to the Justice League was predictably unhinged and they knew well enough to take all of it with a grain of salt, especially the part about all ghosts being evil. Danny had already explained it to them, that ghosts were driven by obsessions which meant they behaved differently then humans but the majority only lashed out when something got between them and their singular passion. Some were different, some had malicious passions and some were more complicated. Diana and J’onn both looked like they were trying hard not to pick a fight but they’d all agreed to smile and nod till they got access to the tech.

There was a familiar sudden chill in the room, looking around Batman could tell a few others felt it too, though Flash was typically oblivious.

“Oh dear,” J’onn whispered before Phantom appeared.

“Hey guys what’s up?” He asked, cheerful but slightly accusatory, they should have known better then to think they could keep the meeting from him. Before they could think of anything to say Danny’s eyes caught on the Fentons and narrowed.

“GET DOWN!” Jack yelled pulling out one of those stupid blasters from somewhere.

“What a perfect chance for a demonstration,” Maddie said, sliding on a pair of gantlets.

“You-you don’t recognize me, do you?” Danny asked, and for a moment he looked hurt, then something happened none of them had ever seen before, his eyes turned red. The toxic green they were used to changed to a deep, blood red and his feet touched the ground as he stalked forward. Jack shot, Danny didn’t break stride, a green shield blocked the blast like it was nothing. Maddie tried to lung and was immediately hit in the gut by one of Phantom’s ecto-blasts, knocking her back against the glass.

Batman leapt up and tried to lung and stop Phantom only to hit a wall that rippled with green, a bubble surrounding the ghost and the two hunters, invisible until struck.

Danny grinned, shark like teeth on full display without any mirth, white hair whipping in an unfelt wind, flowing so it almost looked like flames. “I guess I look a lot different then I did when you buried me alive huh? How long did you leave me? Because you ��couldn’t kill you son’ so you thought it would be more merciful to lock me away till everything human about me rotted.”

“No,” Maddie gasped, recognition suddenly sharp and painful on her features.

“Yes ‘mom’,” Danny snarled bitterly. Jack tried to shoot again but the blaster was knocked out of his hands so quickly no one was sure what hit him before it could fully charge. “YOU MADE ME! AND YOU ABANDONED ME! You’re lucky someone found me, I would have gotten strong enough to break out on my own eventually and if I had I would have destroyed everything.”

“Oh my god, his parents?” Diana nearly whispered. Batman understood how she felt, Danny didn’t like to talk about how he’d ended up buried ‘alive’, that his parents were the ones who had done it… that was horrific. It made sense why he had never been able to speak about it, but Damn that would have been good to know before they had invited Danny’s abusers to give a presentation on weapons that had no doubt been used to hurt him. And now.. what? They couldn’t get to Danny, it seemed like he had gotten to the point that Raven did sometimes when her emotions overwhelmed her, could they get to Danny? Could they stop him from doing something he might regret?

“You are not our son,” Maddie hissed, her breathing still coming in a harsh wheeze from the blow to her stomach. “Danny is dead! He’s gone. You’re just an acto-entity imitating him, and not even well, you’re just a parasite.”

Danny seemed to be losing some control of his form, it was stretching, getting taller, his fingers curling into dangerous claws tipped with the blackness of the star studded void. “Pathetic mortals, you act as if you will never die, but you will join my kingdom. Perhaps it will be punishment enough to become what you hate, perhaps not. Perhaps I will speed up the process so you can’t hurt anyone else,” He snarled his hands beginning to glow with familiar green of his energy blast.

“Danny stop!” Superman said, hitting the burier to try and get through but not even he could break it. Danny didn’t seem to be responding to them though he was hesitating.

Batman was resigning himself to watching Phantom kill his once parents before Jason walked by him. Batman wasn’t usually taken by surprise, but he was shocked, and worried, both because he could see the green glow of pit madness through the eyes of his helmet, which was worrying, and because he walked through the burier keeping the rest of the heroes out like it was nothing.

He walked to Danny, taking his hand, there was a soft sizzle as the gathered green energy burned Jason’s hand without him even seeming to notice. He pulled Danny down to the ground from where he was floating, pulling the young hero into his arms. Danny let himself be pulled into Jason’s arms, the green energy fizzling out as he wrapped his own arms back around Jason’s waist, hiding against his chest. As the anger faded he slumped against Jason’s chest.

Just as the heroes were breathing a sigh of relief and relaxing Maddie went for the dropped gun. But she wasn’t fast enough as Jason drew his own pistol, the one with live ammo, and put a bullet in her head. Diana cried out in shock and Batman froze as blood and brain matter splattered over the watchtower floor and her body slumped. Before anyone could recover Jack followed, another shot executioner style and Batman had to turn away.

The watchtower was completely silent, enough so that he could hear Phantom’s soft sniffles as he cried into Jason’s chest. When Batman looked back Jason had holstered his gun and was just holding Danny Close. The green had faded enough from his eyes that it seemed safe, Batman approached warily and wasn’t surprised to find that the invisible burier was gone now that both the Fenton’s were dead.

“I’m sorry,” Danny said softly as he heard the approach, without emerging from his hiding place in Jason’s arms where he seemed to feel safe. “I wasn’t actually going to kill them, but I guess my want to, my emotions, were strong enough to make Jason respond. I didn’t mean to call you that way.” He looked up at Jason, his eyes green again though red rimmed from tears.

“It’s alright, I would have done it anyway,” Jason growled, holding Danny even tighter. “I’ve killed people for less, they deserved it.”

Batman took a deep breath forcing himself to keep his cool about his son’s constant flouting of his no killing rule, now was not the time to make Phantom feel worse. “Jason why don’t you take him down to one of the sitting rooms so he can calm down.” No doubt Phantom was reliving trauma, and grieving because even if he wanted them dead they had been his parents.

Jason nodded and scooped Danny into his arm who let out an indignant little squawk and insisted he could walk while making no attempt to actually get down. Jason ignored Danny’s performative complaints and kept the young hero’s head hidden against his chest so he wouldn’t have to see the corpses of his parents while Jason carried him out of the room.

Now, how best to deal with the aftermath of… all this. And later on he really would have to ask Danny and Jason what he’d meant by Jason responding to his energy, because it seemed like there might be something more to their relationship then just Danny calming Jason down and that was worrying to say the least.

Part 2: here

#danny phantom #maddie fenton #jack fenton #Maddie and Jack are bad parents #buried alive #tw gun violence #batman #superman #dc x dp #jason todd #can be read as dead on main #Danny got buried alive #full dead AU #Jason is Danny's thrawl but they're super chill about it

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purelyfiction · 6 months ago

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━◦○◦ⓢⓞ◦○◦ⓘⓣ◦○◦ⓖⓞⓔⓢ◦○◦━ .t.w.o.

NFL QB Jake 'Hangman' Seresin AU x Popstar F!Reader

Summary: NFL Quarterback Jacob Seresin is in hot water from a streak of bad decisions, just as you go through the worst public breakup of your life. With people slandering both of your reputations, your publicists hatch a plan to bring both of you back into favor and keep the heat off until spring - that is if you can keep up the facade.

Word Count: 2,999 words

Author Note: :)) I know it's shorter than the first part but I am trying here y'all - I really am. but!!! more Celeste and Jake for your trying monday night xD ━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━◦○◦━

There are only so many ways to avoid conversation, which is why Jake’s fiddling with the radio. It makes you nervous, seeing how he man-handles the wheel with one hand, the touch pad in the car with the other. Who was the genius to put touch screens in vehicles anyway? That seemed like a stupidly dangerous decision. But you weren’t an engineer so that meant it wasn’t for you to worry about. Or maybe it was since Jake was fucking around with it while operating a motor vehicle.

“Shit, there is literally nothing good on.” His voice is low before he asks the AI assistant again to play a specific song. You turn your face to the glass of the passenger door, trying to hide the growing smile on your face as the country song plays. “What?”

“I didn’t say anything!” You defend, looking at him while actively battling the grin.

“The thing on your face - you’re smiling, why are you smiling-”

“I can’t just smile?”

“Not out of the goddamn blue like Jeffery Dahmer, you can’t!” It’s now that you realize that there’s a subtle twinge in his voice. He’d relayed plenty of stories to you at the bar but not once did he mention where he was from. And the slight drawl on his lips helps you narrow it down slightly. Well that made sense now. The pop country track wasn’t out of the blue when you pieced it together.

That isn’t why you’re giggling though. Instead of answering his question, you lean into the door, watching the landscape whizz by.

“Gonna answer my question?” He prompts once more.

“I’m just smiling!” You try, looking at him with a laugh. The look on his face is one that makes him look like he’s almost about to explode under the stress you’ve seemingly put him under. Finally, you relent. “I- well I wrote this. That’s all.”

Brows furrow as he turns down a road. “I’m calling bullshit.” Now your lips part in amused shock.

“Are you joking? I wrote this!” You give an astonished laugh as you slowly approach a modern looking gate overlooking the driveway to a residence.

“No. Prove it.” Off the top of your head, you begin to list the chord progressions, C. F7. G7. F7. C. As he parks the car, he’s still being stubborn. “That proves nothing other than you can play the song.” Scoffing with a roll of your eyes as he pulls his phone out, tapping something on the screen. The large gate slowly begins to recede into the bushes next to it.

“Here.” You hand him your own phone, Google provides not only the lyrics, but the song writing credits at the very bottom. Jake squints and points to the name, reading it out loud to you. “Yes!”

“That doesn’t say ‘Celeste’.” Now he’s smirking, leaving your head falling forward. You quickly move to your purse, grabbing your wallet and then your ID, throwing it at him, causing both of you to laugh when it hits his face. He scrambles to pick it back up, looking at the plastic. Then, not unlike a bouncer at a bar, he cross references the name on the card to the one on the screen. Jake then has the audacity to bend it for authenticity.

“Oh give me that.” You snatch both of your belongings out of his hands and he holds up his hands in defeat.

“Fine, fine.” The gate is open now, a rolling road of pavement that opens up to a mammoth of a house. You pull into the garage, finally moving into the conversation again, somewhat bluntly.

“Is it so hard to believe I wrote a song about sex?” Jake doesn’t answer. Instead, he gets out of the vehicle, shutting the door behind him. Before you can utter a word, he’s come to the other side and opened the door.

“No. Though, you writing a country song is.” His head disappears from the door frame and he leads you into the house. “It’s not a bad song. You did the whole thing?”

You are slowly following him in, your head craned as you take in the massive building. For its size, it’s very ordinarily decorated. There aren’t massive and astonishingly expensive art pieces on the walls or marble staircases - it was… dare you say: cozy? It was familiar and welcoming in the way a home should be, not sterile and rigid like most homes in the neighborhood were. Of course, you only knew this because of Restoration Hardware and the likes.

Jake is easily leading you to the kitchen, which is less ‘normal’ than the rest of the house. Recent appliances and modern finishes adorn the kitchen, from intricate coffee machines and luxurious wine fridges. He’s stuck his nose into one as you gape at the rest of the house.

It finally dawns on you that maybe you should answer his question.

“I did. It was one of my favorites but.. The entire thing just felt too… out of place for my style- you own this place?” Jake nods. You’re not sure if it’s in response to your question or to your response.

“Sounds about right. I can’t imagine you singing country music.” He’s moved around the kitchen toward the fridge. “And no, I don’t.”

You freeze for a minute. If he didn’t own this place…

“Then whose house-“

“It’s my mom’s.” Well that wasn’t listed in any of the answers you’d predicted he’d give you. Still, he’s pulling a bottle of wine from the wine fridge, reading the label and then sitting it on the counter.

“Your mom owns a place… in LA?” He starts digging into drawers, looking for what you can only presume to be a wine bottle opener. You help him in his pursuits, pulling random drawers open.

“Well… it’s- okay so I bought it for her. She really loves the drive to Big Sur on Highway 1 and so she’s got this place to stay at and then there’s my place in San Diego. My place isn’t big enough to house my whole family, so they crash here when they’re in town for football games, they just take a quick flight up to SD. Or make the drive if they have the time.” You’ve found the wine opener by now and are unintentionally holding it hostage. He’d bought his mom a house so she didn’t have to stay in a hotel in San Diego? And he just flew her home whenever she wanted?

“So.. you crash here because no one can tell when it's your mom or you here?”

He shrugs. “Sort of. It’s as close to home as I can get without boarding a four hour flight.” Jake pushes the bottle in front of you, and you distract yourself by opening the bottle as he putzes around with his phone. It begins to ring as you screw metal into the cork. You preoccupy yourself with your task as he disappears to the other side of the room. The blonde paces the room as he settles on the phone. An unfortunate look crosses his features and it certainly doesn’t inspire anything confident in you. While he hangs up, you are still struggling with the damned cork in the bottle. “Well, that was my lead security guy.” Jake speaks, leaving your attention on him as you hopelessly tug on the bottle and the jammed instrument in the glass neck.

“And what does Mr. Security have to say-” your question is punctured by the pop of the stubborn cork. As well as the splash of decade old fermented grape juice all over Jake’s mom’s nice granite counters. And your very new, very white tank top. Defeatedly, your hands let the bottle gently come to the surface, staring down at the mess. For some reason, you don’t immediately respond to the mess. You just… stare.

It isn’t until Jake comes along with paper towels, bumping your hip with his own to nudge you out of the way. “Don’t worry about it.” The wine is cleaned in no time, and you hazily fill two waiting glasses.

“What a waste of good wine.” You complain, before nearly gulping your first sip down. Jake simply laughs.

“Happens. Anyways, Wells, he said they can’t get to your room.” Setting your glass down you’re about to explain how reception desks work. The quarterback beats you to it. “Now listen, smartass. I know what you’re about to say, cause I would’ve said the same thing-” he laughs. You tandemly giggle along with him, “the hotel literally can’t get into your room. The key card reader is malfunctioning. The guy who fixes them won’t be in until tomorrow.” The groan off your lips is paired with your footsteps as you move to his living room.

“Great. Well,” you take another sip, pausing in the middle of the room, “guess you made a smart move of bringing me here then. We have an out if we get caught. ‘My room was malfunctioning so like the gracious gentleman you are, you let me stay at your place.”

“My mom’s place.” He corrects, slowly following you into the room with massively vaulted ceilings. There are beams across it, dark in color. If the sun was still up, the entire thing would be flooded with daylight from the skylights in the ceiling.

“Right. Your moms.” You spend time staring up at them, admiring how he was a whole ass homeowner as you count his skylights. Eight skylights. When your attention comes back to the horizontal plane, Jake looks over at you as he tosses his phone to his couch. When he does, you realize your own voice is softly playing over the built in speakers.

“Are you quizzing me? Is that what’s happening here?” You squint at him teasingly as he sets his glass down. “No, I’m putting it on so I can learn it. If I consistently listen to things on a loop my brain seems to soak it up - almost like a sponge.” The blonde disappears from behind the couch, down a hallway, leaving you to admire the stone fireplace that crawled to the ceiling, basking in the notes and chord progressions you’d strung together.

“Oh, so I’m not studying, you are.” You call out to him, letting it echo down the hall. He mimics your call.

“Yeah. My coach will have me benched if this doesn’t go well. So, I’m gonna be damn sure I know everything about my girl.”

You know what he meant. The word wasn’t meant to be possessive, or affectionate. Except, coming off of his lips - so naturally like that… it was easy to mistake it for genuinity.

“That tracks. What are you even doing over there?” As you call out, your feet are slowly making their practiced patterns from choreographed rehearsals timed with the song playing over you.

The realization makes you giggle. You haven’t performed this in over four years. So it was silly you still knew it. But it also was just plain silly. Dancing around to your own music, tipsy in a multi-million dollar house in the Hollywood hills, with a stranger who let you spill wine on his quartz counters. The whole thing is something from a novel.

“You ruined your shirt, and your stuff is locked in a hotel almost thirty minutes away, so-” Jake has looped around the couch by now, watching as you step in time with your music. One hand grips to a pile of clothing, his other hand pointing your direction. “If you plan on me learning this then you can forget it.” The clothes drop to the leather of the couch as you continue to step with the words, shimmying for emphasis.

“Oh come on, it’s so easy.” Moving to the coffee table, you set your glass down, grabbing his now empty hands and pulling him further into the room. “Ready? Just follow my steps.”

And he does, doing as best as he can as you emphasize the words, using them as the tempo with your steps. You know that’s not how your dancers did it, but that’s how you’d done it. Using the words were like landmarks, signifying when you needed to do specific motions. Jake seems to pick it up, somewhat effortlessly, with an uncanny ease.

“Oh you totally dance.”

“I don’t.”

“You do. Don’t even try to deny it.” You tease him further as the song ends and transitions into the next one. This one has a heavier tone to it, but it doesn’t stop you from following the steps. Your mind floods with the dance moves and the arena tour. The catwalk into the crowd, the sultry steps you took alongside the music. The outfit you’d had on. God, you had felt so hot in that outfit. It was one of your favorite tour costumes. You’d wanted it back from wardrobe when the tour was over - but the Music Hall of Fame had wanted it for a display not even three months ago. Otherwise you would’ve worn it to New Years Eve. It was your favorite.

It was Jonah’s favorite.

Jake has stopped dancing at this point. His attention has moved to each of the coordinated moves you made until you got halfway through the song, grabbing your glass and sitting next to him where he was perched on the arm of the chair.

“Your turn.” You tease, only to sip from your glass. Surprisingly, Jake downs his glass and stands up.

His dance moves are horrible. Downright awful. But you laugh all the same as he tries to sing along, getting the words wrong. You shake your head and continue to grin as you begin to sing along to the words.

“I’d walk through the fire if you were the flame, couldn’t care less if they call me insane, I don’t need the fortune and I don’t need the fame, I just need for you..” The note drags out as the song picks up, your hand slapping against the couch with the drum as Jake continues his terrible rendition. Finally you finish the line, “to say my name. Say my name! I’d take it all on, face all of the pain, say my name!”

The instrumental approaches the bridge, an overlapping conversation in the background of the audio, ‘Celeste’ over and over in low sounds. But Jake’s voice catches you off guard. He’s stopped dancing by now, but you look at him all the same. Your name falls off his lips again. When you look like you’re about to question him, he just laughs.

“You said to say your name.” Rolling your eyes, you finish your wine, moving back to the kitchen to grab another glass. You wouldn’t tell him, but so few people called you by it anymore. It was refreshing. You retrieve the clothes he’d dropped to the couch, before giving him a pointed gleam of a smile.

“I’m gonna go change- bathroom?” He points you in the direction of the room, and you quickly slide in. Once your shirt is off, you’re dropping it into the sink, the water running as you try to get out a stain that was on the verge of being fully dry. That was, admittedly, less than helpful. Still, your soggy shirt is the least of your problems when Jake comes knocking on the door.

“You okay?” You open the door and show him the shirt in the sink. There’s a low laugh that comes from him. “I have a laundry room- here, give me that, I’ll go put a stain remover on it and let it sit for the night.” You don’t exactly know why, but you are kind of shocked that he offers. You had imagined he would just turn and leave you to your failed attempts, but instead he’s been rather compassionate to your cause. Though, it doesn’t take him long to mock you for your misfortune. You then remind him that this was his wine that was causing the problems after all.

Jake then proceeds to ask you about each song that comes up over the speakers for the remainder of the night. He surprises you with his questions on specific words, asking what they mean and making you laugh as you play dictionary for the man. When the bottle is finally empty, the two of you have sprawled out on the couch, the ceiling having transformed into some form of entertainment for the two of you.

When you try to stifle a yawn, the blonde slowly pushes from the couch with a low grunt. It makes your stomach surge. Being in close quarters with a man like this was one thing: the sound he’d made was a completely other itinerary. One you never planned on following. The only plans you wanted to follow were the contractual ones you’d signed off on the other afternoon. The way that Jake was standing in front of you, holding out a hand to help you off the couch was making that more difficult. “C’mon, let’s get you to bed, popstar.” Drowsily, you take his assistance, but his strength pulls you up way harder than you were anticipating, leaving you flying into his chest and leaving him to subsequently catch you. When he does, you’re only in a fit of giggles as he holds on tight, feeling how his breath falters as he tries to return it to its regular rate. “You think that’s funny?” He smirks, moving the two of you now in some makeshift waddle, arms locked around you. His breath comes hot over your shoulder as you move through his house - his mom’s house - and toward a room. When the door creaks open, another damn near erotic sound leaves the athlete behind you. You know you didn’t cause that sound (even if you kind of wished you had). That was the work of one disassembled queen bed frame against the wall of the guest bedroom.

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bucky-fricking-barnes · 1 year ago

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Setting Up

Title: Setting Up

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Music Teacher!Reader

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: Stress about a school year starting, low-self esteem (connected with job as a teacher), mentions of teachers doing unpaid labor to get their classrooms ready

Summary: School is starting up again and Y/N is frazzled about setting up her classroom. Luckily, Steve is ready to jump in and help in any way he can.

A/N: I wrote this for myself, but I hope you enjoy it too. It’s technically a music teacher AU, but I feel it could easily apply to a lot of different kinds of teachers. For the sake of this AU, “rep” is a shortened version of “repertoire”, which are the songs that you learn and perform for concerts. As always, thank you for all your support when it comes to reading, liking, reblogging, commenting, and supporting me on Patreon and ko-fi! Dividers are by @firefly-graphics

June comes and goes in a haze of post-lunch naps, binge watching, and long evening walks with Steve. July moves even quicker with its rolling storms and deceitful promises of endless summer. By the time the countdown to the start of school reaches the single digits, you’ve done almost nothing to prepare for the school year and though you wouldn’t change anything about how you’ve spent your summer, you still loathe yourself for it.

A week from the first of your back-to-school teacher meetings, Steve comes home from the compound to find you sitting in the living room with your current show playing on TV and stacks of sheet music splayed across the couch cushions, coffee table, and floor. The papers form a semi-circle around you, completely preventing you from moving out of your spot in the center of the couch.

“What are you working on?” he asks as he shuts and locks the door.

You look up with tired eyes and a sigh. “I’m trying to pick rep,” you tell him. “I’ve got it narrowed down but I’m not sure.”

“Do you need to pick concert music now? Isn’t it easier to wait until you know what kids you have in class?”

As he asks, Steve carefully tucks the bag containing his shield underneath the skinny table you bought a few weeks ago, then leans it against the wall. You’d purposefully got one wide enough so his bag would fit underneath, and he dutifully follows your instructions to the tee, knowing that having order at home is important when your life at school gets chaotic. Plus, he tries to leave work at work. He’s always promised to be fully present with you whenever he’s home, no matter what’s going on outside the four walls of your little ranch house. He isn’t perfect—there are days when you spend most of dinner listening to him explain his frustrations and worries over the current group of trainees or an upcoming mission—but the fact that he tries means more than anything.

“Not really, but it’s helpful if I do. I don’t want to waste time. I don’t want to waste their time. Kids can tell if you’re not prepared, and I want to make this year better than last year. I want to be better than last year.”

“You’ll be prepared,” he reassures you. “You don’t need to be better, you’re already exactly what those kids need.”

You huff, not even pretending to entertain that thought as you shuffle the music around. After flipping through one of the pieces, you decide it isn’t a good fit for the students you hope are enrolled again, then set it aside. Steve’s watching you—you can feel his curious gaze without even turning around—and so you continue to work as he processes.

Finally, he asks, “What can I do to help?”

A little surprised at the question, you shift in your spot to look back at him. Your knee presses into a stack of possible Christmas pieces but you ignore the crumpling noise the papers make as you push them into the couch.

“What?” you ask.

“What can I do to help? I don’t like it when you’re stressed out and I want you to be able to enjoy the rest of your summer, and the weekends once school actually starts,” adds Steve.

You frown, looking down at the music all around you, though you keep your arm braced on the back of the couch. It’s a generous offer and one you’ve secretly been hoping for, but Steve doesn’t know the first thing about teaching in a school. He also doesn’t know anything about music; he can barely hold a tune to save his life. That severely limits the things he can help you with, and you’ll feel bad if you have to redo something he does for you out of genuine kindness. Plus, no one has ever offered to help you before. Even your family has left you to your own devices at the start of every school year.

“As much as I’d love your help,” you carefully start, hoping you won’t offend him by declining his offer, “There’s not a lot you can do. A lot of it you won’t know how to do and a lot of it isn’t really a two-person job. I mean, I’ve got to pick rep, print out rosters, make copies, make seating charts, organize and decorate my rooms—“

“I could help with decorating.”

“Steve—“

“I can,” he insists. He continues before you can protest any further, “I know how much stuff you need to bring back to your rooms and I remember you complaining about not being able to make the bulletin boards as nice as you wanted them by yourself. I don’t know anything about music, but I’m pretty handy with scissors and a stapler, Y/N. Let me at least help with that. I can do the boards while you do other stuff, and I don’t mind carrying in boxes from your car and then keeping you company if that’s all I can help with.”

He’s so genuine it makes your heart ache. There’s no way you can say no to him, so you nod. Steve’s responding smile lights up the whole room and you laugh, leaning back against the couch cushions to accept the kiss he bends down to give you.

“Tomorrow?” he asks, and you nod again. “I’ll let Pepper know I won’t be around. She’ll remember more than Tony will. What school do you want to work at first?”

“Um… Let’s start at the elementary. How was work today? Are you hungry? I can make something.” You start to get up, but Steve places a gentle hand on your shoulder to slow your ascent.

“You don’t need to cook for me, Y/N. We can just order something.”

You frown. “But it’s summer, and I—”

“And you’re working unpaid time to prepare for the school year,” Steve finishes.

You let him push you back down to sit on the couch, knowing he’s right. You’ve been at war with yourself all day—should you work on school stuff when school’s not in session, even though you’re not paid for it, or should you hold off on your preparations because working unpaid overtime is unfair?

Steve seems to sense this internal debate because he leans down to kiss you again, then pulls out his phone. “What do you want tonight? Pizza? Chinese? Greek? We had Italian last night, so I’d rather not have that again.”

“Greek sounds good,” you answer, smiling up at him. “Thanks.”

He hums in acknowledgement and heads towards the bedroom, no doubt on his way to shower the day away. You listen to him move around, relaxing against the back of the couch as the TV drones on. In the other room, Steve’s phone chimes when the confirmation email for the phone order comes through, then again when he puts it on the charger. He turns the shower on and it squeals a little—something he’s promised to fix once his load at work lightens up, even though you both know it never will.

You get back to work as the shower door slides open, then closes, and you’re three-quarters of the way through your big stack of potential concert songs when the doorbell rings for your food. Before you can even adjust the dozens of tiny paper stacks around you to answer it, Steve is at the door, fully dressed but with hair dripping onto his shoulders.

While he tips the delivery driver and unloads the food onto your kitchen counters, you tidy up the living room, compiling your music into one larger, precarious stack that you balance on the floor against the TV stand.

“How much tzatziki do you want?” Steve calls.

You stand from your crouch and stretch, groaning when your back cracks. After hours of sitting on the couch and floor today, your whole body is stiff. Steve sticks his head around the corner of the kitchen when you don’t reply and you look over at him with a grimace.

“You okay, sweetheart?”

Reaching out with both arms, you wiggle your fingers at him until he knowingly chuckles and comes closer, then pulls you into a hug. Steve squeezes you against him, using only what you know to be a modicum of his strength, and you sigh in relief when your back pops.

“Thank you,” you murmur, leaning your head against his shoulder. Steve kisses the top of your head and loosens his grip to hold you in a gentle embrace. “How was your day?”

“It was okay,” he answers. “Mostly just meetings and paperworks. I’d much prefer spending the day with you while you’re home all day.”

You hum in response and close your eyes. Being in his arms is one of your favorite ways to recover after a long day at school, and now that you’re getting back into the swing of things, you’re relishing it even more than normal.

“Tzatziki?”

Snorting, you pull away to look up at him. “Are you hungry?”

Steve grins. “What gave it away?”

With a pat to his chest, you release him completely and head to the kitchen. The food is spread out across all the open counters and the stove top, and you can’t help but chuckle at the pure amount of containers Steve has ordered. It’s more than usual, which means he’s either anticipating that you’ll be stealing his food, that you won’t be able to decide, or that he’s monumentally more hungry than normal.

“All this for me? You shouldn’t have,” you tease, glancing over your shoulder as Steve follows you.

He laughs and runs his hand over the small of your back as he strides past you to pull plates down from the top cabinet. You take the one he holds out to you, and the two of you get to work dishing up your dinners. He makes sure to heap your favorite foods onto your plate before he takes his own serving, and you do the same.

Finally, you and Steve settle side-by-side on the couch. Your show has long since finished playing, and the screen asking if you were still watching stares back at you as he reaches for the remote on the coffee table.

“Let’s find something new,” you say. Balancing your plate, utensils, and napkin in one hand, you shift on the couch until your thighs are pressed against his. He smiles and as soon as he’s put on a show neither of you have seen before, Steve props his feet up on the coffee table, places his plate on his lap, and puts his free hand on your leg. The familiarity is soothing, and within a few minutes you’ve forgotten all of your worries about the school year starting.

The next morning, Steve is up before you, and by the time you finally drag yourself out of bed after snoozing the alarm several times—a bad habit you’ll have to break before the school year begins—he has breakfast ready and all your school stuff already loaded in the car.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you tell him as he hands you a plate piled high with your favorites. You’re honestly surprised you didn’t wake up while he was cooking, considering how good the house smells right now. “I’m not even sure if I’ll want to use it all. We’ll just have to bring it all back in if we don’t use it.”

He shrugs. “Then I’ll bring it in when we get home. I’d rather you have everything you need and then some than have you worry about not having enough,” he says.

Steve’s dedication to helping you prepare for the school year runs deeper than you’d originally realized and you have to look away before all of your emotions about it shine through. You aren’t quite awake enough to keep your composure every time he does something sweet.

“Sweetheart?”

“I’m okay,” you reassure him. Smiling a little, you force away the overwhelming gratitude and settle for a kiss on his cheek instead. “Thank you. I already don’t know how I did this without you for so many years. You’ve already saved me at least an hour of time, maybe two, depending on how much stuff is leftover when I’m done.”

“Good, then you’ve got plenty of time to sit down and eat,” he replies. He guides you over to the table and pulls out a chair. “I’m gonna do a coffee run and check in with Pepper to make sure everything’s all good, and I’ll be back in a half hour. Is that enough time for you to eat and get ready?”

You nod and smile, then settle down at the table to eat. Steve grabs a foil-wrapped burrito that’s no doubt his second breakfast before heading out the front door, leaving you to eat alone.

Once finished, you quickly rinse the dishes and put them in the dishwasher, then change into comfortable work clothes and get yourself ready for the day. You’re just zipping up your bag when Steve walks back in the door with a drink tray in hand. The wide-open door lets a flood of summer sunshine into the living room, and Steve looks like an angel as the golden rays peek out from behind him.

“I got your favorite,” he announces, and you smile wide when he hands you your drink. You take a long sip, then nod in approval. He laughs. “Everything’s right?”

You take another sip just for good measure, humming in contentment. “It’s perfect, Steve. You ready to go?”

When he nods, you grab your bag and the stacks of music that didn't fit inside, then follow him out to the car. Sure enough, all of the boxes and bags of stuff you’d brought home with you in May and the purchases that accumulated over the summer are neatly packed in the back of his Stark-issued SUV, and he already has one of your favorite high-energy playlists on. The AC is blasting, ensuring that the car isn’t hot when you climb in, and the wave of cold air that hits you is accompanied by another wave of utter love for him. You try to tell him every day how much you love him, but as you buckle up, you push away thoughts of your classroom in an attempt to brainstorm ways to show him your love even more profoundly.

Steve immediately starts unloading things after you arrive at the school. As you gather your belongings from around your seat, you glance in the side mirror. Steve’s arms are piled high with boxes and there are multiple bags swinging from each arm. It’s almost comical.

You’re barely out of the passenger side door when he closes the trunk and turns in the director of the building’s entrance.

“Ready?” he asks.

You nod as you dig your ID and keys out of your bag. With Steve following behind, you head inside to your classroom. You hold the doors for him, and though you offer to take the elevator to your room, he shakes his head and turns toward the stairs to the second floor. He’s been to your classroom a few times before, but never to help you set up. It has a different feel to it.

There’s something intimate about letting someone you love see your classroom for the first time. You spend so much time in that room and you spend so much of your energy making it feel like a second home for you and the students at your school. The first time Steve ever came to visit you at work, your stomach was in knots over what he’d think of your room. Deep down, you knew he wouldn’t care if it was perfectly tidy or if the decor all matched, but his opinion is important to you and you desperately wanted him to love the space as much as you did. Now, even though he’s seen already been here a handful of times, it’s a whole new level of vulnerability. He’s seeing it without all the decor and frills that you add throughout the school year, and if you’re being honest, you’re a little nervous about what he’ll think once he sees the bare bones of your room. Will he think you’re fulfilling all its possible potential? Will he think that you’re doing enough?

The halls are empty except the two of you, but you know that there’s other teachers and staff members tucked away somewhere. The last few weeks of summer are usually filled with plenty of projects, decorating, and preparation for the upcoming open house and the first day of school. It’s almost as exhausting as teaching itself. As you walk, you decide to leave your door closed so that you can play your music as loud as you want without seriously disturbing anyone else who’s trying to work.

Steve carefully sets down the things he’d brought in as soon as you have the door open, making sure that they’re out of your way.

“I’m gonna head down and get the rest,” he says, and you hand off your keys and ID so that he can get in. “Do you need anything unpacked right away?” He glances down at the pile on the floor, then at you for confirmation.

You shake your head and watch him go, then dig out your phone and the speaker you’d purposefully packed into your personal bag. After a little bit of searching, you find the perfect playlist, and you set both things aside so that you’re free to work.

Getting your room ready is a little bit daunting, and you don’t quite feel prepared to tackle any of it. There are bulletin boards to arrange and set up, including plenty of lamination you need to cut out, and you want to make sure that your reward center is ready for the family open house on Friday. Plus, you still need to plan out the lessons you’ll teach the first few days, rearrange your furniture, and get instruments and supplies out of storage. Even your desk is barren; you’d had to tuck everything away so that all the surfaces could be cleaned.

Sighing, you close your eyes for a second and take a deep breath, just like you tell your students to do whenever they’re getting overwhelmed. Steve walks in as you’re doing this, and when you open your eyes, he’s watching you. His eyebrows furrow together and the corners of his lips are turned down in a slight frown. He knows something’s wrong, even if he doesn’t know what, and you catch him taking a quick survey of your room to make sure it’s not something he can easily fix or remove.

“What’s going on?” he asks. His voice is gentle; you know he won’t judge you if you tell him how you’re feeling about this, and so you give him a weak smile in an attempt to make yourself seem less stressed than you actually are.

“I don’t know, to be honest. I’m just really overwhelmed. I don’t think I’m quite ready to let go of summer yet. There’s six million things I have to get done, and I don’t really want to do any of them, which makes me feel like a horrible teacher. I didn’t do anything I should’ve over the summer, which makes me feel even worse. Don’t get me wrong, I like my job, but I’m so stressed out all year and I wanted a break. Plus, it’s hard to jump right back in like this, especially since I know I’m not getting paid to be here and to work all day in my classroom,” you admit. You perch against the edge of your desk and sip your drink to give yourself a moment. With your other hand, you turn down the music a few notches. The song is upbeat, and it’s just a little too much right now. “There’s so much to do before Friday, and I don’t feel like I’m going to be ready even if I manage to get everything done on time. And on top of that, I feel bad because you took the day off to help, which you didn’t need to do, and I know that you want to help and that you want me to be less stressed, but it’s not like this is the funnest thing in the world to be doing during the summer.” You gesture around the room with your cup.

Steve sets down the second load he’s carried up from the car, then shuts the door to your room. He stands by the pile he’s made for a moment, staring down at it with his hands on his hips, before he lifts his head and crosses the room to sit beside you on the desk. You’re honestly surprised it holds both your weights combined.

“You don’t need to be perfect,” he says, taking your free hand in his. He rests them on his thigh and you focus on the way his fingers intertwine with yours as he continues, “Your kids don’t need perfection. They don’t need you to get every single thing done before they come to class. They need you to show them how to be kind and how to make mistakes, and how to be respectful when they disagree. They need you to show them how to solve problems and be creative and how to have fun, and you’re amazing at all those things, Y/N.”

You smile a little and try not to get weepy-eyed at his praise. “Steve…”

“I mean it,” he insists. Gently, he lifts your chin with one crooked finger. When you meet his eyes, he holds your gaze intently. “You are the exact teacher that they need. You’re here for a reason, Y/N, and we’re gonna get you ready together, you and me, okay?”

Nodding, you sniffle and let him guide your head forward so he can kiss you on the forehead.

“Thank you. I needed that,” you murmur.

Steve squeezes your hand, then brings it up so he can press a kiss to your knuckles. “There’s no place I’d rather be today than here with my girl. Alright?” When you nod, he smiles. “You want me to start unpacking stuff so you can see it all laid out?”

You survey the daunting pile, still truly unsure of where to begin, before standing on your feet again and releasing his hand. “No, I think I want to unpack one thing at a time, but maybe you could start putting the new paper up on the boards? There’s scissors, uh…” You turn in a circle, trying to remember where you’d stashed your scissors and stapler at the end of the last school year, but Steve puts a hand on your arm to stop you.

“I’ll find them, Y/N, don’t worry. You get working on unpacking and getting your instruments out.”

Ever grateful once again, you give him a smile and head to the pile to get to work. He turns the music up before beginning to rifle through your desk drawers to find what he’ll need to help you decorate.

With you and Steve working together, you get more work done in a handful of hours than you typically would get done in an entire day. He makes it fun, too. Steve sings along to all your playlists, pulls you aside for dance breaks when he can tell you’re getting frustrated or overwhelmed, helps you move the bulkier instruments exactly where you want them, and he even goes out to bring back lunch from your favorite restaurant in town. Of course, he gets stuck in conversation with the principal and the gym teacher on his way back in, but he goes out, all the same. You simply pull him away with a smile, linking your arm with his as Steve makes half-hearted promises to visit the two men to discuss their latest golf game. You have to hold back a snicker at the idea of Steve playing golf.

You have a picnic on the floor of your room, and Steve changes the music to one of his own playlists. It’s film scores—he may not be able to carry a tune, but he appreciates the music that accompanies the hundreds of thousands of movies he’s still catching up on. One of your favorite memories of him is the first time you watched a movie in theaters together. You hadn’t known it was his first time in a 21st century theater, and he’d been utterly mesmerized by everything you encountered, from the digital ticketing system and concessions to the reclining seats and the enormous screens. Altogether, you’d seen five movies that day, back to back to back. He’d loved every single of them.

Steve leans over and kisses you when you recount this memory to him over your lunch. It makes your heart soar when you realize that for the first time in a long time, you’ll have happy memories of your time setting up, rather than stressful ones. As he kisses you, the orchestra swells over the speaker, and Steve is so loving that you feel for a moment that you could actually be a movie of your very own.

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eternal-kosmo-ghoul · 1 year ago

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Hi I was wondering if you could write maybe an angsty Terzo fic? Full creative freedom to you but I randomly started to think of "Why'd you only ever call me when you're high?" By artic monkeys fits him kinda in my eyes.

❝why’d you only call me when you’re high?❞

➵ “left you multiple missed calls and to my message, you reply…” —❤︎

pairing: terzo x gn!reader

theme: angst ❦

a/n: the way i am in love with this request. i love terzo and that song definitely fits him. hope you like angst

cw: alcohol consumption. substance abuse (weed). bittersweet ending. hints of terzo’s death. terzo being kinda neglectful of the reader. fighting-ish, lots of sad feelings

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“you’re doing it again, terzo.”

“doing what?”

“you know exactly what i mean.”

you just stood over terzo’s desk, tapping your foot with your arms crossed, gaze narrowed at the emeritus in a stern manner. meanwhile, terzo returned your gaze with an annoyed glare.

“leave me alone, y/n. i’m perfectly fine. i don’t need you babysitting me like i’m some toddler.” terzo spat back with a harsh tone, running his gloved hand through his raven-black hair while he directed his attention back to whatever alcohol he was downing.

“well i feel like i have to! you’re wasting your life away on all of this useless junk!” you retorted back, voice raising in pitch as you watched your lover just stay focused on the substances he was downing himself in.

it was a rather sad sight, and a difficult situation for the two of you. terzo has been incredibly stressed out as the era’s current frontman for the ministry.

you couldn’t blame him, it was not an easy job at all. from warding off jesus-preachers and hardcore christians from the ministry, to keeping everything in check with sister imperator and the ghouls.

it was only a matter of time before the work got to him.

why must he wash his sorrows away through the means of elicit liquor and powdered drugs?

“look at yourself, terzo! your face paint is all smudged, and you look like you haven’t slept in days. can you at least try to get your life together?” you asked with your hands on your hips, stepping over to get real close to terzo— who was still lazily hunched over his desk.

upon hearing your words, terzo scowled and shot up from his seat, turning to glare at you with a hiss. due to the sudden change in position, he stumbled a bit from the dizziness, and due to the side effects of the alcohol and weed.

“can you just fuck off, y/n? i’m a perfectly capable and responsible man. i don’t need your ass monitoring me.” terzo slurred out in an agitated and angered tone, shoving your shoulder. it took you aback.

this wasn’t like the sweet terzo you once knew. he was normally so heartwarming, always being gentle with you. his touch normally felt warm.

but this time, it was ice cold.

“terzo…” you trailed off, finding yourself at a loss for words. you just wanted your lover back. this wasn’t the same guy you once knew. whatever happened to that soft-spoken and flirty terzo?

because this man just looked bitter, like he hated himself, hated the world.

and yet, it didn’t look like he hated you.

terzo knew he was acting like a jackass to you, neglecting your affectionate needs and advances. but with everything that’s being onto him, how could he not? especially since his era is coming to a close soon, and a new era means that a new papa was going to come around.

he knew he was going to get replaced brutally, which is why he’s been so stressed. but terzo didn’t want to tell you that, even if he’s being a complete jerk and wasting his last few moments away.

“just get out of here, y/n. you don’t have to worry about me.” terzo tried to say coldly, but there was a hint of vulnerability in his voice, which you definitely picked up on.

despite this, all of the alcohol circulating in his bloodstream caused him to collapse, and blackout, almost hitting the floor. your reflexes were quick and you managed to catch terzo.

he looked incredibly miserable, even when he was passed out like this. sighing, you just brushed the hair out of his face.

“you idiot.” you mumbled to yourself, dragging terzo’s unconscious body to his room.

gently laying him down on the bed, you made sure to keep a trash fan nearby incase he needed to throw up when he woke up. terzo’s chest rose and fall with each heavy breath he took.

it would’ve looked so peaceful if it weren’t for terzo’s current condition. you wished you could’ve helped him more.

sighing, you put a hand over terzo’s, gently tracing circles in his palm while he slept.

maybe you could be the last bit of comfort terzo experiences before he perishes.

“goodnight, terzo.” you whispered softly, pressing a kiss against his cheek.

you never left his side that night.

#ghost bc #ghost fanfiction #papa terzo x reader #terzo x reader #papa emeritus iii x reader #papa emeritus iii #ghost bc angst #angst fic #papa terzo #the band ghost #the band ghost x reader #kosmos ficlets

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ot7stan4life · 1 year ago

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“Drunk-Dazed”

Yoohyeon (Dreamcatcher) x Female Reader

(1 part - completed ✅)

Word Count: 8265

Summary: Being a member in the debut lineup for HFE/Dreamcatcher Company’s new girl group is stressful for a number of reasons, but your increasingly complicated feelings for a certain tall brunette from your senior group rapidly becomes the main one when you’re shoved into a dark room to find her unbuttoning her shirt…

Warnings: angst, cursing, alcohol use, mild sexual content

This story features appearances of idols: Yujin (IVE), Yeji (Itzy), Heejin (ARTMS), & Yves/Sooyoung (soloist - formerly LOONA)

"C'mon, unnie," a voice whined, breaking my focus on the lyrics in front of me. "Give it a rest. You've been writing all day." From my peripheral I could see a pout on the brunette's face.

"I have not been writing all day," I countered, putting my pen back over my notebook page in the hopes that a line would magically come out of it. I had admittedly been working for a few hours and managed to write an entire song already. But this one still felt like it was missing something. That last finishing touch. And I couldn't leave until I figured it out. I didn't like splitting my writing sessions up; my songs have to be completed in one sitting, because I feared I'd be in a different mindset when I picked it up again and wouldn't be able to do it justice.

"Right, like eight hours isn't 'all day,'" the younger member mocked and I could practically hear her eye roll from her spot in the doorway. Her words caused me to let go of my pen and turn around in my chair to narrow my eyes at her. "Okay, maybe I was exaggerating a little..."

“‘A little,'" I muttered, spinning back around.

She rushed over, sitting on the bed next to the desk and grabbing my knee before I could pick my pen back up. "But I really think you should take a break." I paused to look at her for a moment, trying hard to resist. "You've been working a lot lately, even after practice hours... especially after practice hours." I forced a smile and shook my head, turning to the side to fight back a sarcastic laugh. "I'm serious, unnie," she said, bringing my eyes back to hers, "We're all worried about you."

I blinked as she stared back, completely serious. Had it really gotten that bad? I mean, our debut was nearing, so of course I'd been working harder these days. I often took time out of my breaks to work on writing and producing: perfecting the songs we planned to put on the album. But, that's what everyone does, right? That's what I was expected to do as an idol.

I sighed. Maybe I was going a little overboard. Shaking my head once more, I replied, "I'm sorry, Yujin." Taking a deep breath, I rubbed my hands over my face as I exhaled. "I didn't mean to make you guys worry." My lips turned down when my eyes met hers again. Sometimes I wondered what I did to deserve such caring members.

Yujin's warm, brown eyes shined in the lamp light as a smile slowly spread across her lips, exposing her dimples. "It's okay, unnie," she said, and suddenly launched forward, jumping on me and wrapping her arms around my shoulders. I laughed, still somewhat unused to her physical affection. She really did suit the role of maknae perfectly, always acting clingy and cute towards me like a puppy. "I know you're doing it for us," she whispered, making my chest feel warm.

There was a brief moment of silence where I allowed myself to appreciate the support and love I felt from the young singer on my lap. She probably had a million things on her mind being so young, away from home, and having pressures and expectations put on her that nobody her age should ever have to deal with. Yet, she still chose to prioritize me over all of it. The funny thing is, I was the oldest member, so I should've been the one taking care of her, not the other way around.

"This does mean you're gonna take a break now, right?" Yujin mumbled into my shoulder before backing away.

I laughed. "Yes, that's what it means." She giggled and stood up, pulling me up with her like she thought I might've been lying, still planning to stay planted in that chair for the rest of the night.

"Good, because your girlfriend invited you to a party." A voice from outside the room cut in, directing my eyes to the open doorway. There stood a muscular girl with golden hair pulled back in a half-up half-down hairstyle.

"Who, you?" Yujin replied, raising her eyebrows in disbelief, "Because last time I checked she was my-"

"I don't remember inviting Y/N to a party." Yet another voice interrupted the youngest member, appearing behind the blonde. She nonchalantly popped what I assumed was a peanut in her mouth, making her short, dark red hair flop to one side before she smirked and sent me a wink.

"Sooyoung unnie~" Yujin dragged out, whining at the red-haired member, "you ruined my line." I just stood there with pink cheeks as I watched the all-too-familiar scene play out in front of me.

"Blame Heejin, she's the one who said my name." Sooyoung shrugged, leaning one of her hands near the top of the door frame.

"She said 'Y/N's girlfriend,'" Yujin grumbled, clearly annoyed.

"Exactly," Sooyoung said, sending the maknae a tight-lipped smile.

"Uh, clearly I was referring to myself," Heejin butted in before the youngest member could get a word in. And, just like that, the room erupted into chaos, all three members yelling and arguing over each other.

If you had told me a few years ago that three of my future group members would be fighting over me, I would've laughed in your face, even if they were joking. And, yet, here I stand.

"Guys, guys please," I raised my voice loud enough to be heard over the bickering. Luckily they started to quiet down after getting their last remarks in and sneering at each other. "Enough with the joking-"

"Oh, you think we're joking." Sooyoung deadpanned, then looked me up and down in a way that made me feel weak in the knees.

"So is Y/N coming to Minji's party?" A fourth voice asked, completely oblivious to what just went down (or, maybe just so used to it that she had tuned the bickering out). All eyes landed on the brown and pink haired member like she had just exposed their secret.

"Yeji..." Heejin said disappointedly.

"Wait, I thought you were talking about Yoohyeon," Yujin furrowed her eyebrows.

"I thought you were talking about me." Sooyoung added, feigning cluelessness.

"Be quiet!" The other two members said in unison, only making the red-haired woman smile proudly.

"I was talking about Yoohyeon," Heejin explained. "It's Minji's party, but Yoohyeon's the one who invited us."

It took a moment to process, but once everything clicked, I shouted, "Yah! Yoohyeon's not my girlfriend."

"Right, and Sooyoung's not attracted to women." Heejin muttered, making the maknae bust out laughing.

"Yah, watch it, hypocrite." Sooyoung raised her chin towards the youngest.

"She's the hypocrite." Yujin giggled, pointing at Heejin. "And she's not wrong."

"You're all missing the point here," the blonde took over, turning back towards me, "Y/N is the hypocrite."

"I-"

"Nope. You get no say in this." Heejin pointed a finger at me and then quickly put it down. "We all know you like her."

"Yep," Yujin confirmed.

Sooyoung coughed before muttering, "Simp," then looked around like nothing happened.

Even Yeji was nodding in agreement and I knew, at this point, arguing was useless.

"So, about that party..." I smiled sheepishly.

"Ayyyy," a couple of them yelled and Sooyoung ran over to put her arm around my shoulders and drag me out of the room. Before I could regret my decision, we were all packing into a van on our way to our company building.

When we got to HappyFace, the members of Dreamcatcher had prepared more for their little impromptu party than we had initially anticipated. I honestly thought we'd just be sitting, talking, and maybe eating, but Sua had apparently insisted on making the practice room into a dance floor/party room. We could hear the music blaring the second we stepped out of the van. We all ended up laughing, expecting no less from a group just as chaotic as ours.

Soon after we went inside, the girls split up, going to eat or dance. I ended up staying in the main room, eating snacks and making small talk with Handong. I hadn't seen Yoohyeon yet and I wondered if she even came or decided to stay back in the dorm. I figured, since she invited us, she would at least make an appearance at some point.

My wandering eyes must've given me away, because Dongie suddenly said, "She's in one of the vocal practice rooms."

I played innocent, "What?"

"Yoohyeon," the pink-haired woman explained, "I know that's who you're looking for." The knowing grin on her face sent heat rushing to my cheeks.

"That's not what I-"

"She insisted on staying in there," she continued, ignoring my protests, "I think something's making her nervous," she drew out with a smirk, causing my face to darken a shade. "Maybe you should go talk to her."

"Uh..." I stared dumbly.

"It's okay, I know you want to," Handong smiled what seemed like an actual genuine, comforting smile before shooing me away, "now go."

I sighed, getting up and walking towards the practice rooms reluctantly. I didn't want to admit that Handong was right, but I did want to talk to Yoohyeon. Although, the thought of being in a room with her alone made me nervous. Even just making eye contact was enough to make me completely forget any language known to man, so this encounter was sure to end with me making a fool out of myself.

As I neared the rooms, I heard quiet humming leaving one of them and figured it must be her since the other members were elsewhere and no one would be using these right now. The humming stopped abruptly when I knocked quietly on the door.

"Come in," that voice I had grown addicted to said gently.

I opened the door slowly, seeing that her back was turned to me and her hand was holding a pencil as she wrote in her notebook. The scene reminded me of earlier today and I wondered if she would overwork herself when she got anxious like I did. She was wearing a loose, multicolored flannel, tight, black adidas pants, and her usual converse shoes. Her brown hair was freshly cut into a bob style and time seemed to stop for a second when she looked back at me. I hadn't seen her in person since she changed her hair and suddenly I understood why everyone was talking about it. She was breathtaking.

"Hi?" She smiled shyly, probably not expecting me. I stood there staring at her, still struck by her beauty... so long that she ended up giggling.

"Sorry," I shook my head, looking at the ground and internally cursing myself for the blush I knew was on my cheeks. "I didn't mean to interrupt. I can leave if you-"

"No!" She shouted, making my eyes widen and dart back to her. "I mean, no, it's okay." She looked away, but I noticed her jaw clench. "I was just finishing up anyways."

I nodded with a smile, endeared that she didn't seem to want me to leave. Though, I realized, she couldn't see it, so I replied, "okay."

A few seconds of awkward silence passed between us. We used to be able talk hours on end without ever running out of things to say. But, lately, there was a strange tension between us and it made me wonder what changed. I mean, I know what changed for me... I developed feelings for her. But what changed for her? Or was I just the one making it awkward?

"Did you happen to watch that scary movie I told you about?" I asked randomly, resisting the urge to facepalm for picking that, out of everything, as the topic of conversation.

Yoohyeon laughed, turning her head to meet my eyes again, showing off her smile that always gave me butterflies. "Yeah, I did, actually."

I returned the smile, touched that she cared enough to follow through with my recommendations. "And?"

"It was good," she shrugged, "I liked it."

"I-is that it?"

"Well, you were kinda hyping it up a lot so maybe I was expecting more from it?" Yoohyeon drug the words out like she was asking a question, probably too afraid to outright say she didn't like it because she didn't want to ruin it for me.

"Yah. It was so good though," I argued.

"Was it really good or do you just have a crush on the hot Japanese lesbian character in it?" She blurted out, making my jaw drop. How was I supposed to respond to that? "Mhm, that's what I thought. You totally have a thing for Japanese girls."

"No, I really don't," I defended, but she wasn't even listening.

"What's with that by the way?" She kept going, "It's like you don't even like Korean girls."

I couldn't help but laugh. Ironic that she was the one saying that. "You have no idea." I muttered.

"Oh really?" She perked up. Why did I say that out loud? "So you do like Korean girls?" She asked and then all-too-eagerly gestured for me to come sit next to her. Why was she so interested in this?

I sighed, wiping my sweaty hands on my pants before walking over. "Yeah." I sat down. Yoohyeon stared at me for a second like she was checking to make sure I wasn't lying. The way her eyes were carefully scrutinizing my face started getting to me. I couldn't take when she looked at me like that. "What?" I said shyly, pushing her shoulder so that she'd stop staring.

"What?" She repeated with a laugh. "I can't look at you?" A teasing smile made its way onto her lips. This wasn't a new occurrence. Although, it was normally me intentionally making her panic. Now it was more often the other way around. The more times I noticed I couldn't keep eye contact with her the more I started to realized I liked her more than just a friend.

"You know that's not it," I blushed, still looking away.

"Then what?" Yoohyeon giggled, shoving my shoulder back.

"It's just-"

"It's just what?" She leaned forward, wanting me to look at her.

I smiled in my embarrassment. "Nothing. It's stupid anyways." I glanced at her a second to see her watching my expressions closely.

"Well now you have to tell me." She grinned, using the phrase we always used to when one of us wouldn't tell the other something.

I turned my head to her. "It's just..." She was perched on the edge of her seat, so eager for what I had to say. And God, I wanted so badly to tell her. Maybe she was hoping I'd admit my feelings. But how could I know? Maybe I could just go the safe route and compliment her. After what we were talking about earlier, maybe she'd get the hint. "You look..." pretty? No, she hates being called pretty. Beautiful? Is that even any different? I can't just say 'good' and 'handsome' seems a little weird right now. Maybe 'attractive'... no that sounds douchey-

"What, I look ugly?"

"No! No, of course not," I rushed out and we both ended up laughing.

"You look beautiful," I said, causing her to stop laughing and look at me.

When she realized I was being serious, she was the one to break eye contact. "Really?" She chuckled, her voice shaky. "I just got out of practice though," she brushed it off. "I think you're lying." She joked. I noticed she tended to do that any time we got serious like this.

"Really? I would've never guessed," I replied honestly. She seriously was completely and utterly clueless about how beautiful she was.

She met my eyes again, timid. "You're just saying that-"

"No, I mean, you look good in anything. Even your practice clothes." Her cheeks turned red and she laughed nervously while punching my shoulder.

"Shut up."

"Yah, I'm being serious." I laughed, pushing her hands away from me. "And I get why everyone likes your new hairstyle." She finally stopped attacking me and looked back at me. We just stared at each other for a moment and, as much as I hoped she realized I was being genuine, the sudden silence made me nervous again. "Really though. You look like a badass Black Widow or something," I finally broke the silence.

"Ooookay." She laughed and stood up. "Marvel nerd." She shoved me for the eightieth time tonight. "That's my cue to leave."

"Noooo," I cried dramatically, "don't leave me, unnie."

"Unnie?" She exclaimed with a laugh. "When have you ever called me that?" Before I could respond, she was walking out the door and turning off the light with me still inside. "That person's weird," she yelled back and I just imagined her pointing her finger back at the door.

Well, guess it's safe to say the compliment route didn't work...

About an hour passed and I hadn't talked to Yoohyeon any more. Some of my younger members had headed back to the dorm to rest and a couple others I had lost track of. Most of the older members started drinking and, with the majority of them being lightweights, let's just say... they were intoxicated. And Dreamcatcher + alcohol did not equal a pleasant mix.

I would find this out sooner rather than later when Sua came out of nowhere and started dragging me down the hall. I didn't have time to ask where she was taking me before she was pushing me through a doorway. The room it led to was dark with nothing but moving colored lights illuminating the surroundings and music blaring, similar to the practice room.

"Alright, we can start now," Sua shouted after closing the door behind me and running to the center of the room where a table was set up. Crowded around the table, I noticed Minji, Siyeon, Yoohyeon, Dami, Sooyoung, and Heejin, along with Sua.

Sooyoung saw me and made her way over, pulling me further in the room. "There you are. We've been waiting for you." Her words came out slow and a little slurred.

"What's going on?" I asked. "And are you drunk?" Just as I tried to scold her for setting a bad example as our leader, Sua's loud voice cut in.

"Alriiiight, ladies," she clapped her hands together once, "first up is... drumroll please..." The girls around me started making drumroll noises with their mouths or tapped on the table with their fingers. It was pretty dark, so it was hard to make out their faces, but they all seemed to be smiling like they were doing something they shouldn't be. Sua tapped on the device in her hand and then smirked. "Yoohyeon!" she said, making the room erupt into cheers.

I looked over just as the tall member put her hands over her face in embarrassment. Clearly she was dreading being picked and I wondered what could be so bad that she didn't want to do. Sua nudged the brunette forward a little towards the table. "The party Gods have chosen you," a slap sounded, making Yoohyeon flinch. From my time around this group, I had a good feeling it came from the dancer spanking Yoohyeon's butt, "start stripping." I nearly choked on my own spit. Stripping??

Smacking Sooyoung next to me, I gave her a look that showed her how insane I thought this all was. "What did you drag me into?" I whisper-yelled, glad the music was loud enough and the room was dark enough to mask my panic.

"Just watch." She replied, much too calm for my liking.

Calm is the furthest thing away from what I was right now, and it only seemed to drift further and further out of reach as I watched Yoohyeon's shaky hands slowly start unbuttoning her flannel. One by one, from the bottom up, the buttons were let loose by her slim fingers, exposing a few more inches of her tan skin every time. Even with it being dark, the occasional flashing party lights danced across her torso, highlighting how taut the muscles were underneath her smooth skin. She wore only a tight, grey Calvin Klein bra underneath, making all the blood rush to my head.

Ignoring the hollering from her members and mine, she tugged on the sleeves and finally pulled the shirt all the way off. Dami grabbed it from her hands, but I barely even paid attention. I was too focused on her. My heart pounded in my chest as my eyes took in every inch of her skin: her strong neck, exposed collarbones, defined biceps, long torso, tiny waist. I nearly had to stop myself from stepping forward and tracing my fingers over the lines between her abs, it was so tempting. What I would give to just touch-

"You're staring," a low voice whispered to my side. I turned suddenly, growing embarrassed when I realized it was Siyeon who had caught me.

"And blushing," Sooyoung added, to which I responded with another slap on her shoulder.

"Am not," I defended, making Siyeon laugh.

"Wait 'til you see what comes next," the blue-haired vocalist teased, directing my eyes back to the shirtless girl.

My mouth went dry when she climbed onto the table and laid on her back as Sua stood over her. This couldn't possibly be leading anywhere good. Minji came from the other side of the room with a bottle of tequila and a few other items in her hands that I couldn't quite make out. Yep, this definitely wasn’t good.

"While Minji's getting everything ready, let's see who tonight's lucky participant is." Sua tapped on her device once more as the crowd started yelling again.

Yoohyeon looked anxiously around the room and I subconsciously scooted over so that Sooyoung was blocking her view of me. Meanwhile, Dami was helping pour a shot while Minji handed Yoohyeon a lime and started shaking something into her hand over the younger member's torso. When she was satisfied, she turned her hand over onto Yoohyeon's stomach and started spreading the white grains into a line down the middle, from the top of her bellybutton to the white band on her bra. Salt? Or sugar? Everyone else seemed to know what was happening, but I was growing more confused by the second.

"And, the lucky winner is..." the drumming noises picked up again and Sua seemed to drag it out longer this time. Her eyes glanced up from her phone to meet mine and a devilish grin took over her lips. Oh no. "Congratulations Y/NN," she mocked victoriously and somehow I knew from that look on her face that this wouldn't end well for me.

I froze, sure I was hearing things. I didn't even notice how Yoohyeon's cheeks had turned pink or that Sooyoung had walked behind me until I was being shoved towards the table. The girls in the room cheered, but I was hardly focused on them. Sua grabbed my arm, pulling me to the edge of the table and handed me something.

"What do I-"

"Drink this," she instructed, gesturing to the shot glass now in my left hand, "then all you have to do is finish it off with some salt and lime. It's that easy." Her calm voice nearly convinced me, but the hint of mischief in her eyes made me rethink. The laughter coming from the short silver-haired rapper confirmed my suspicions.

There's no way that's all I had to do.

Then, my eyes caught sight of the white line trailing down the center of Yoohyeon's abs. Salt. Her hand hesitantly reached up to her mouth to bite down on the fruit Minji had given her. Lime.

Well, fuck.

I looked over at Sua in utter disbelief. All she did was wink and say, "Go get her, tiger." She smacked me on the butt, sending me forward and forcing me to catch myself on either sides of the table next to Yoohyeon's ankles. I was positioned right between her legs, giving me a sickeningly attractive view of her body. Suddenly my head started spinning and my gut twisted. Now I was sure I'd pass out.

I didn't have time for that though when the whole room started chanting, "One-shot! One-shot! One-shot!" Sua had turned her phone flashlight on as an impromptu spotlight, so that everyone could see what was happening. Looking down at the liquor in my hand, I tried to convince myself that it wouldn't be that bad. The alcohol would help, right? Isn't that why they called it liquid courage?

I felt a bead of sweat drip down the back of my neck as I looked back at Yoohyeon. She didn't dare look up at me and it made my fingers numb. What was she thinking? Did she want this? Would it make her uncomfortable? It definitely felt like it was crossing a line. What if it made things weird between us? But, then again, things between us are already weird...

Screw it.

The girls cheered even louder when I put the shot glass to my lips and tilted my head back, downing the entire thing. Not even a second later I started feeling the effects of the liquor. It was like lightning traveling through my veins, electrifying my senses and making my mind go numb. I wasn't at all prepared for the adrenaline rush it would give me and suddenly doing this didn't seem like a bad idea at all. I wanted it, after all.

Jumping up to plant my knees on the table, I nearly toppled over onto the girl now below me before I caught myself. The alcohol certainly wasn't helping with coordination, but it did make me feel a million times more intensely as I looked down at Yoohyeon. The image of her from this angle was so overwhelming that chills ran across my skin. When she finally met my eyes, her own looked nervous and unsure. In that split second, I raised my eyebrow at her in a silent request for consent that I hoped she would understand. When she raised her own back and looked down at her stomach, I swallowed thickly. She was challenging me.

My hand instinctively brushed my hair back as I lowered myself over her body, causing the overdramatic idols surrounding us let out a few pterodactyl screeches. I grabbed her hips over her black athletic pants, noticing how her hands gripped the side of the table in anticipation, and looked down at the trail of salt starting just above her bellybutton, watching as her stomach moved up and down with her lungs. Her heart must've been beating as fast as mine, she was breathing so heavily. The taste of alcohol still stung the back of my throat, begging me to replace it with something different.

Here goes nothing.

I took a massive breath in before placing the tip of my tongue on her skin. I was glad I had chosen to hold her for support because she instinctively bucked her hips at the contact. This reaction went straight to my head and I flattened my tongue on the way up her smooth stomach in the hopes that she'd do it again. The salty taste quickly became too much, but I kept going, not ready to chicken out just yet. And I was thankful I didn't when she inhaled sharply and arched her back off the table, forcing my nose to brush against her skin. My hands had moved higher on her waist to push her back against the table, allowing me to feel the goosebumps I had left in my wake. Once I finally managed to make it all the way to her bra, her muscles tighten underneath me because of what she knew was coming next and I could've swore I heard her whine when I pulled back.

Raising my head to get a look at her, I had to clench my teeth to stop an ungodly sound from leaving my mouth. Her neck was strained as she tilted her head back with her eyes closed and her teeth clenched around the lime slice between her lips for likely the same reason I was forcing mine closed. Or maybe that was wishful thinking and her body language was really alluding to her discomfort. The thought made me embarrassed for being so aroused by what had just happened. How could I be sure that she was enjoying this too?

By now, I had completely blocked out the people around us, only able to hear the blood pounding in my ears. Just being this close to her and feeling her chest rise and fall against mine made me feel like I was burning alive in the best way possible. So when she finally opened her eyes to let me see that they had now turned a shade darker, that fire burned even hotter. Maybe she was enjoying this. Her chin tilted upwards while she stared intensely into my eyes. It seemed obvious she was offering me the lime between her teeth, but something in her stare felt like she was daring me to do more.

I stayed there for a moment, just looking down at her, frozen. The nerves and doubts started to creep back in as I glanced back and forth between her eyes, almost forcing me off that table. Almost. But then Yoohyeon glanced down at my lips and cocked her eyebrow just like I had done earlier. The simple action felt like she was confirming that she was feeling everything I had been feeling and wanted me to keep going.

So, I slowly leaned down, feeling her eyes on me every second. When I reached the lime, my bottom lip brushed against hers, making her inhale through her nose and bite down harder. One of her hands darted to my jaw as I tilted my head to grab the lime from her with my teeth. She let me take it into my own mouth, watching as I bit down into the fruit, licking her own lips. The sour taste topped off my heightened senses, and now, all I wanted to taste was her.

With her bottom lip now caught between her teeth, she moved her hand to take the lime from my mouth. I allowed her to throw it on the ground and licked the rest of the juice from my own lips. Her eyes followed my tongue and stayed on my lips. After a few seconds that felt like hours, she put her hand on the back of my neck to pull me down and there was no doubt in my mind that she was going to kiss me. She didn't even care that other people were looking, it was only me and her ... except, it wasn't.

"Okay, enough fun lovebirds." Sua's voice rudely interrupted, bringing the rapidly escalating moment to a full stop. "Go get a room or something." She shoved me off of Yoohyeon and I would've fallen off the table had Sooyoung not been there to catch me.

I had been so invested in that moment that it felt like sensory overload when my hearing tuned back in to everything around me. Sooyoung held me up straight and shook my shoulders, trying to bring me back down to planet Earth. "Uhm, what the fuck just happened?!" She nearly yelled, pulling me to the side of the room, away from the table.

I looked over my shoulder to see Yoohyeon glancing back at me while Dami put her shirt back on her. The shiny line on her abdomen made me bite the side of my tongue, remembering the taste of salt and the feeling of her warm, soft skin underneath it. "You tell me," I replied, unable to pull my eyes away from the brunette. She was going to kiss me. The pit of my stomach tingled at the thought.

"Dude," Sooyoung turned me so that I was finally looking at her, "you're fucking crazy." I tried to ignore her, the last thing I needed right now was a lecture. Instead I tried looking for Yoohyeon, who, in the split second I had turned away, had vanished. "I don't think they were actually expecting you to do it," Sooyoung admitted.

"What?" I immediately turned back to her, now angry. "You mean they set this up as a... as a joke?"

"No it's-"

"And you let me do it?" I yelled, ripping my arm out of her hold and glaring at her.

"To be fair, I didn't think you would," Sooyoung tried to reason, but it was too late. Now I was overthinking everything. What if she wasn't really trying to kiss me?

"I gotta go," I said and walked to the door, not waiting for a reply.

"Wait, Y/N!" Sooyoung yelled after me, but I was already gone.

Feeling overwhelmed by embarrassment, I rushed through the company halls, hoping to escape this place before anyone could stop me. I was so sure of the fact that I had made Yoohyeon uncomfortable that I felt ashamed and disgusted with myself. She was my friend, why would I think that was a good idea? I should've known doing something that foolish would have repercussions. I was just so wrapped up in the idea that she might've actually liked me as much as I liked her. When, in reality, that was probably farthest from the truth.

Now I was sure things between us could never be the same again. How could I ever face her knowing how I made her feel? Maybe it would be best if I tried to avoid her all together. It might be tricky being forced to use the same tiny company building, but maybe I could manage it. I had to.

Ironically, as I paced down the hallway in my trek to the exit, the door to a vocal practice room opened to reveal the very girl I was desperately trying to evade. When she noticed it was me, her gaze was so intense that I felt the need to start spewing apologies as I tried to leave.

"I'm really sorry and I know you probably hate me now, so I'll just go before I make things wo-" She stepped forward and grabbed my arm, yanking me into the practice room with her. I could only assume she was angry when she slammed the door and turned to forcefully shove me back against the wall.

"Yooh-" I tried to apologize again, but suddenly her lips were pressing roughly into mine, catching me completely off guard. There was no time to react when she reached up to hold onto my neck tightly, whether for support or to stop me from pushing her off, I wasn't sure. All air left my lungs at the sensation and the desperation in her kisses convinced me it was the latter. She wanted this. Badly. And she wasn't going to let me be the one to stop her. Not that I wanted to anyways, even with how utterly confused this was making me.

The way her lips relentlessly attacked me, capturing my bottom lip, only to release it, push further into me, tilt her head a little in the other direction, and trade it for my top lip—like she was starved for a taste of me and couldn't get as much as she wanted quick enough—made my brain foggy. The veil of lust overtaking my mind only got worse when I started running out of air and it seemed apparent that Yoohyeon wasn't planning on letting me go anytime soon. I had no idea my earlier actions had managed to stoke the long-burning flame she had inside of her for me and now it engulfed her into a fire too hot to be put out.

As much as I would've gladly continued providing fuel—because the feeling of its irresistible flames now catching fire inside my own chest and spreading throughout my body was torturously addicting—my lungs burned painfully, begging for the oxygen she had stolen from them, and my tongue stung with the bitter taste of alcohol coming from her own lips. These bold actions struck me as uncharacteristic for the usually polite and occasionally shy woman and I started to realize she was likely acting under the influence, her intuition clouded by intoxication. This thought gave me the final ounce of willpower I needed to raise my own hands to her cheeks and push my thumbs against her chin to separate our lips.

"What are you doing?" I asked with a huff as my lungs made a violent effort to refill themselves, hindered by the strain my beating heart had on the amount of air they allowed in.

My eyes were blown wide while hers slowly fluttered open, hooded with lust once they met mine. Our lips were still just centimeters apart and somehow looking at her now had me more panicked than when she was practically on top of me, making out with me. Seeing her features up close and knowing that it really was her who initiated this (and I wasn't in some sort of lucid dream) was almost too much to handle.

"I've wanted to do that for so long," Yoohyeon whispered, biting her bottom lip as if to savor the taste I left on it and leaning impossibly further into me so that our noses were touching as she stared into my eyes. It was definitely too much to handle.

Even with just one sentence, I started doubting everything. She's wanted to do this for a long time. Meaning she's thought about it multiple times in the past, but never acted on it. Meaning she might actually like me more than a friend. Except the faint smell of alcohol on her breath still itched at the back of my mind, unwilling to be ignored. People do plenty of things they'd never do sober once intoxicated. It clouds your judgement, blurring the line between what's right and wrong. So, what if it was just the alcohol talking? What if she didn't really mean it? If anything, she was probably just drunk and horny and I happened to be in the right place at the right time, making her feel feelings that weren't actually there before she started drinking.

Yoohyeon seemed to grow impatient as I stood there, frozen in my internal battle, unsure of how to proceed. She didn't need my go-ahead anyways, she was going to decide for the both of us. And that decision manifested itself in her fingers trailing up the length of my neck, weaving themselves into my hair at the base of my skull, and her tongue taking advantage of my parted lips from the gasp her actions had elicited, swiping across my own without warning.

Feeling helpless and mildly pitiful from how much of a mess she had managed to make me within the span of a few seconds, all I could do was blindly reach down to clutch her slim waist for support. Though she seemed to take it to mean something completely different when she hummed and pressed herself against my right thigh. With her legs on either side of mine, I nearly lost balance, forcing me to pull her waist further into me. My thigh consequently put pressure against the spot between her legs, causing her to let out a high-pitched noise into my mouth.

Oh my god.

Was she really this turned on? Had I made her this turned on? No, I couldn't handle the thought. It was too much. Even if everything she said was true and she felt all these things for me, it was wrong to let her go on in this state.

"Wait," I mumbled when she pulled back for a second, but she ignored me, kissing my bottom lip with such force that she might as well have been biting it. At that thought, images of the lime clenched between her teeth from before flashed through my mind and I caught myself wondering what my lip might've felt like there instead.

Her steady rhythm of swiping her tongue into my mouth and finishing by closing her mouth and capturing my lips before pulling away to do the same again was slowly driving me crazy and had my brain picturing scenarios between us much worse than her simply biting my lip. With the way her hands started dragging down over my collarbones on a clear mission to get a feel for what was hiding under my clothes, I knew she was likely imagining the same. I needed to stop her before this got too far out of control.

I took advantage of the fact that her fingers were no longer holding onto anything to use my own to push her shoulders back. Luckily she didn't immediately crash back into me this time since she had finally run out of air completely. We both inhaled and exhaled heavily and her nose found it's way to bump against mine like she still couldn't stand not touching me. I allowed her a second to open her eyes and when I saw them dart back to my mouth, I rushed to put my thumb over her lips. Her gaze flitted back up to my own and, despite my attempt to calm her down, she seemed to like it a little too much.

I moved my thumb down so it was resting on her chin instead and whispered, "we shouldn't be doing this."

Yoohyeon grabbed my hand that was holding her face, wrapping her thumb around my own. "Why not?" She whispered back, raising her eyebrow and sending me a look that I knew was dangerous.

"You're drunk," I answered, my voice a little louder this time. It became clear to me that nearly everything I had been doing and saying she took as me trying to turn her on. But this wasn't some game I was playing. Not anymore.

"I'm not drunk," she stood up straight and, as if on cue, wobbled backwards as she lost her balance. I was able to pull her in by her waist before she could topple over. "Okay, maybe a little," she giggled, making herself comfortable again with her arms wrapping securely around my neck.

I glared back at her as a warning, but the smile brought on by her laughter remained on her face, showing off her dimples. My attempts to make logical decisions continued to dwindle and fail. The more I tried to think everything through, the realer it became. And the realer it became, the more I realized that this might be the only time I'd ever get what I truly wanted. Her. That thought alone was enough to make me give up any attempts of stopping her. Of course, it didn't help that she was also playing the part incredibly well.

In that moment of internal debate, while I was busy convincing myself to stop her, she was busy getting lost in my eyes. "I like you," she admitted so quietly that I almost didn't hear it, making my heart stop all together.

Damn you, Kim Yoohyeon, for being so convincing. For these feelings spilling out of me like a hopeless romantic who can't help but hang onto your every word, even in your drunken state. For stealing my heart and holding it right out in front of me, reminding me who’s really in control of it. And for doing it all so easily, acting like you're totally oblivious to the hold you have on me.

But, then again, maybe you were, and that was the problem.

"You don't really mean that," I stated, practically begging that she'd just agree and drop it right there so I could stop holding onto hope. I was so tired of questioning every single thing she did and said. Couldn't she just bury it for good?

But, no. "I do," she insisted. Like her kisses before, she seemed desperate to prove it to me. It had me wondering for a moment if she was as dependent on me to validate her feelings as I was on her. But I quickly shook the ridiculous thought away.

"No," I sighed, "Yoohyeon-"

"What's that saying?..." she trailed off, ignoring me again, "drunken thoughts are sober words." Her eyebrows furrowed, "wait no. Sober thoughts-"

"The fact that you can't even form a coherent sentence right now is really not helping your case." I tried to sound serious, but I couldn't stop the hint of a smile gracing my lips. One more thing to add to that list: damn you for being such a cute drunk.

The brunette pouted, and her brown eyes shined in the hallway light peeking through the door, making her resemble a puppy dog. Case in point.

"I want to believe you," I told her, no need whatsoever to fake the honesty in my voice, "but you're obviously not in your right mind." I couldn't be sure she was really listening intently like she appeared to be, but I was just glad she had given up on her attempt to quiet me with more kisses (well, not entirely glad, but, you know). "I don't want to feel like I'm taking advantage of you."

When I was finished, Yoohyeon whined and buried her nose in my neck. "I hate that you're such a good person sometimes." I squeezed her sides, pulling her closer so that her chest was flush against mine. I could feel her heartbeat, just as unstable as mine from earlier.

It was still proving incredibly difficult not to let go of reason completely and allow her to continue doing whatever she wanted to me when she was being like this. So many times in the past we had only joked about anything to do with relationships, always tiptoeing around the dangerous waters of our feelings for each other, but, this was the first rare moment where she was finally bold enough to dive headfirst into them. And, with her next words, she pulled off her last final trick to drag me down under the surface with her.

"Cause all I can think about is you on top of me on that table and the way your tongue felt against my skin," she whispered in my ear as her lips teasingly brushed across the sensitive skin just beneath my jawline.

Oh my god, I thought, except this time it left my mouth and had Yoohyeon giggling before her lips began claiming their territory on my neck. Though, it was less a cute giggle and more an evil one, like she enjoyed saying such explicit things because of the reactions she could get out of me. So much for being a cute drunk.

The sensation of her plump, velvety lips sucking down on my skin was slowly overriding all the thoughts in my mind. "I really need to take you home," I said, more to remind myself than to tell her. She hummed and I felt her smile against my neck. "Not like that," I tried to explain, but it was obvious she wasn't really listening. "Hey," pulling her away from me, I tilted her chin up so that we stood face to face once again. She gulped, looking up at me like she was completely innocent. "You're probably not even gonna remember this," I said under my breath and shook my head.

Still, I took a deep breath and looked back at her. "I like you, too, okay? And, God," I leaned into her, resisting the urge to feel her intoxicating lips against mine just one last time, "I want this more than you could possibly know." The obvious desperation in my tone made Yoohyeon smile proudly. "But I don't want this to just be a drunken mistake that you regret in the morning." Her lips turned down into a frown at that.

Really, knowing her regretting this was a distinct possibility hurt. A lot. And now I was thinking maybe it would be better off if she did forget this whole thing ever happened. "So you're gonna let me take you home, and if you still feel the same way in the morning, then maybe we can talk." For once, I could finally tell the sentimental look in her eyes was genuine and not another one of her deceiving tricks. "Deal?"

Yoohyeon pressed her lips together. "Deal.”

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Ch. 83 // Your turn again, Claudia! // Day 57 (Bonus Chapter)

Contents (Warnings): Claudia gets the chance to host another game! (slight angst, vore mentions, craving, character and monster info as always). Read full chapter on A03

Wordcount: 3,300 +

Song I correlate to this Chapter: Under the Influence (Violin) - Joey Sunny

Side note: This chapter will be in the usual format again, Lynette first person and everyone else third person. I apologize for the confusion!

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(Nov. 21st, Monday)

Lynette

Being 5 feet tall is so much better than 4 inches tall. I thought, poking at my scrambled eggs.

It may have been the sporadic thoughts bouncing around my head, but sticking my fork into a clump of eggs was hard. It felt like I was trying to stab into a grape.

The coffee makers hum from across the bar called my attention. I peered up to see Wicks waiting for his cup of coffee. He leaned on the fridge beside the counter the machine rested on. He slumped his head on the side of the glass fridge door.

He got home so late. He got home at 5 in the morning.

Thus, I refused to start training today because of his exhausted state.

And he didn't tell me why he was out so late. "Has work been well?" I asked, finally getting the eggs with my...I realized I had a spoon and not a fork. That explains why I couldn't stab them.

My whole body shot up. I felt like I was back on the steak, and Lev poked my leg with the fork. You know, spoons are better anyway.

"It's been work. Good days and bad, some more stressful than others." Wicks flipped around. His coffee mug is in his right hand. "I'm glad I can do something good."

He yawned.

The bags under your eyes look so much worse. He asked me a question after—I might have looked disgruntled by his answer.

"Are you worried about last night? You know I've been out for days at a time before."

I quickly swallowed the second spoonful and countered him, "That was BEFORE I knew what you did!"

Wicks's hazel hue whipped at me. Uh oh. I imagined the green light telling him it was okay to sass me pop over my head.

He calmly put down his coffee, slid it further away, then faced me and slammed his palms onto the counter.

"OH, YOU CAN WORRY ABOUT ME," He bought his hands into his army green t-shirt then flipped his hand up to me, "BUT when I tell you how ridiculous that BET to be tiny was with YOUR coworkers, I'M THE BAD GUY!" Wicks grunted out, "YOU WERE EVEN STAYING AT THEIR HOUSES!"

I got up from my stool and shook my head, "I didn't call you the bad guy, Wicks!" I refused to answer to anything else that he said. Lev didn't give me a choice.

Wicks slid his mug back in front of him and picked it up.

He dropped his voice, "You see what I mean though."

"Yeah..." I sighed, "But you can't compare your work to mine. I work at a pizzeria with some jerky coworkers. You work problems head on, right?" I put more eggs in my mouth.

Wicks narrowed his eyes with disgust, "It's not a competition of whether I have it worse, Lentils." He lifted his mug to his face, "You also can't summarize your coworkers as normal jerks either."

I saw his lack of hesitation to drink the his coffee.

I lurched forward to try and touch his hand or cup. "Wicks, you didn't even-"

He took a sip, cried out, and put his cup back down. He held his mouth shut.

"You just made it! It's going to be hot, Wicks!"

Wicks lifted his hand slightly, "I was too busy being frustrated with you. You distracted me."

"Sorry," I apologized.

I expected to see Wicks's eyes glow and for him to use reversal magic. It never happened. "Are you going to heal it?"

Wicks glanced up and stuck his tongue out, showing its lack of redness, then pulled it back. "Magus's bodies normally heal themselves." He smiled with relief, "Good thing too. I'm terrible with assistance magic."

"Really?"

"It's not what I focused on with my training. Dad had me learn more offensive magic." He touched the rim of his cup with his finger, "I've got plenty of time to learn it anyway."

I finished up my eggs and felt a cramp of jealousy. I wish I could use magic too.

...

Alexander

It was slow.

He found himself working at the registers with Lynette because Claudia was also working today. Other than that, he'd be in the back, and Lev would be out doing the odd jobs.

Alexander watched her out of the corner of his eye. She was nearest to the pizza pick-up station.

His body twitched anytime she moved a little closer, cleaning, fidgeting, whatever the case. He held back his reflex to grab her.

How long has it been? He asked himself the terrible question. He knew he shouldn't think like that when his victory wasn't even secured.

He grumbled, "If only Drake didn't distract my ass."

Lynette flinched, "First thing you say in the last hour, and it's about that."

He rolled his eyes and pressed up his rectangular lenses. "You'd be pissed too if you missed an opportunity, right?"

"Not to eat someone," Lynette muttered, momentarily meeting his gaze. Alexander knew he shouldn't have, and he felt relieved seeing her turn her head away. "I also remember what you did on my first day after the wedding."

Alexander shut his eyes. He distinctly remembered it, too. They lazily reopened, and Alexander stared toward the main entrance. He couldn't let himself see her nervousness.

"Yeah, and how many times have you manipulated my ass to win, Shrimp." He wore a slight smirk.

"And how many times have you proposed unfair games!"

"Like you aren't doing the same," Alexander retorted—he found his eyes trailing back to her. "I hope you know that even though you and Claudia decided on something together, you aren't winning today."

Alexander had turned to look at Lynette upon saying that. And the dark blue-haired bastard pinched his cheek, "Outsmarting them requires you to be smart, Wendie~."

The glass-clad male's hand went up to grab Lev's wrist. He barely missed as the drakin spun with the pizza and laughed.

"Asshole."

Lev fake gasped as he put the pizza away, "That's not proper language for the counter," the playful hook stabbed into Alexander's lip. It curled up.

He was ready to wrestle Lev onto the floor.

Lev continued, this time speaking to Lynette. "He looks a little more balked than usual. He didn't get you yesterday, did he?"

"No and-"

The drakin's finger came out and went to touch her lips, shushing her. "I know. He won't get you today either, right?~"

Lynette stumbled back from Lev. Her back was to Alexander.

Alexander tuned out of their conversation and focused downward.

Each of Lev's steps made her retreat closer to him.

As saliva pooled inside his mouth, he sealed his lips tightly. And to keep himself from drowning, he swallowed.

His core yearned for a meal. His body knew he'd enjoy her.

His arms were jerked upward when she bumped into his chest. His instincts nearly consumed him as he held her upper arms. Seeing Lev and Zilla, who had just walked inside, watchful and waiting, he let go.

He bit his own lip until it bled to regain control over himself.

"Lev, don't work on getting Wendie fired." Zilla's bright smile was as mocking as Lev's. "I don't want one less meal option during lunch."

"He has more self-control than that, I'm sure." Lev chuckled unapologetically.

Smug asshole. You did that on purpose.

Once everything got settled again and the two left, Lynette and him resumed their positions at the counter. She spoke first, "sorry for bumping into you."

Alexander saw a customer coming inside. He rolled his shoulders and replied, "Next time, pay attention to your surroundings."

He regretted saying what he did, because it spurred a grotesque memory. One that at least kept his attention off Lynette.

...

Lynette

I left the counter before Alexander. I don't even know what Claudia has planned for today. We talked about what we'd do after the holidays on Saturday. There's no guarantee it'll go well, anyway. I have to tell Claudia no, even if Alexander won't eat me for the weekend if I win.

I removed my badge and scanned out, ready to return to the breakrooms.

If she can't perform much magic, I wonder what she'll be doing instead.

She mentioned she's not supposed to use a lot of magic.

I put my badge into my pocket with my phone. I should be more positive, but Lev is here, and Xander's still mad from yesterday.

"Lynette," Zilla's melodonic and soft voice tenderly pulled at my ear. When my head twisted back to see her, she slung an arm over my shoulders. Zilla leaned on me as she scanned out.

"Hi, Zilla." You want to do some kind of deal, don't you?

"How was your vacation? I feel like we haven't talked much since our girl day." She pulled out her black scrunchy. It allowed her choppy, grayish-white locks to puffy out and free. The rosey scent touched my nose, and her hair partially brushed my face.

"It's been good..." She tugged me with her. "How about yours? What did you do?"

Her violet left me and went ahead to the glass sliding door. It opened for us. "Mine was as good as it could be with Zane." She didn't describe what they did.

Her voice echoed in the room that had all the table and chairs removed from the center. "None of the boys are here yet, Claudia?"

"Nope," she said. Claudia sat on the floor, playing with a large coin. It didn't have a picture on either side just the ridges around it's gold shimmer.

I felt the desperation flood my eyes, "This isn't a coin toss, is it?"

Claudia slapped her hands onto the coin to catch it from rolling away. "No, no! We're gonna fight!"

Zilla pulled her arm away from me, "Do you think that'd be a good idea, Claudia?"

I hated to admit it. "Yeah, Claudia, I don't think I could overpower any of you."

Her head teetered to Zilla, then me, and she giggled, "That's why you get the coin first!" She slid the coin to my feet. Claudia then lifted her hat and out tumbled a roll of used gray duct table.

"You're going to tape it to me?!"

"So it's a little harder to steal from you," Claudia said. Why do you say that like it shouldn't even be a question!?

Zilla muffled her laugh and picked up the coin, "Claudia, we'd simply rip it from her." `

"Or take the whole package," Lev said from a distance behind me. I never hear him come in.

"I don't want to be tossed around again." My shoulders slumped.

"Tossed around?" Claudia eagerly bounced up. "What do you mean?

Zilla handed the coin back to me. It felt lighter. Then she went on to explain the game Drake posed on his day a while back. They all had to carry me through rooms and touch me with a wall while carrying me to win.

...

Zilla

Claudia seemed fascinated by the idea and decided to do something similar. As long as Lynette was within fifteen feet of the coin, it counted as her win if one of them made it into the tape circles on the ground, linked to the coin. There were five in total all across the room.

Zilla had already made her first move, but she wanted to keep the attention on her like normal without fully revealing what she had done.

"Regarding bets today, since I'll be playing," her combat boots reverberated with each step. She confidently stood before the two taller males. "I've decided if I win, I want you both to give yourselves to me willingly."

Their faces flare, amused her. Alexander's face was consistently honest, so his face openly showed it's disgust. While Lev excelled at hiding it. Nonetheless, it still showed subtle perturbation for a moment.

Alexander looked at another table, "whatever."

While, in typical Lev fashion, he wanted to push her to give up first. "And if I win, Zilla, you'll willingly give yourself to me."

The thought stewed in her stomach. I know how you treat your prey. She didn't have to look at the redhead again to confirm it.

She combatted his stance by mimicking its opposing force, "I'll take that wager, Lev.~" Zilla even copied his tune.

He leaned closer with his yellow heat burning in his eyes. Zilla matched his closeness. Their faces were inches apart.

Zilla could see the excitement sprouting from him. It was always apparent with his teeth. Sharp enough to bite if you wanted to.

Besides her distaste for the bet, she had to admit that the games they played were rather fun. His dedication and attention to detail impressed her.

Let's see how quick you catch on then, Lev.

Claudia shouted to get their attention and Lev pulled back first.

...

Lev

Claudia pushed the coin about the size of Lynette's head to her.

"I don't want to get thrown across the room."

Claudia laughed, "that'd be funny."

"You better not toss her around; she's fragile as hell."

All humans are.

"I'm not that fragile," Lynette gripped the coin.

Lev couldn't resist. "Wanna test that, Lynette? I'd love to have you over again.~" He watched her create more distance between them. You make it so easy.

"What did you do to her?" Alexander, who was only half paying attention prior, was pulled in.

Wouldn't you like to know. Lev thought before letting the words roll off his tongue, "something that you clearly haven't had the chance to indulge in yet.~" Lev purposefully selected what he said to spur even further confusion.

Alexander furrowed his brow together like two rhinoceros beetles clashing horns, "What the hell is that supposed to mean?!"

Lev didn't answer. Instead, he keenly listened to Claudia's rules, wanting to find a way around them.

"No fighting each other with magic, and no monster forms. Lynette will start in the middle of the room; we each start at our own circle."

She gestured around the room; all the tables were moved to the far edges of the breakroom so they weren't inconvenient.

Hmm. We'll all end up bolting for Lynette first. Getting the coin from Claudia will be far more difficult than Zilla.

"I'm going to get smashed to a pulp," Lynette told Claudia. Zilla joined in on the teasing, and Lev took the opportunity to speak to Alexander. Aw, you don't look enthralled by the idea.

Lev slowly leaned over and whispered, "Do you want to work together?"

His eyes squinted like someone took off his glasses. "Huh?"

"You know this isn't a good idea. Lynette's very fragile." Lev said. And she's your responsibility. "So, why don't we team up. I get the coin, and you hold Lynette back. That way, in the end, you get to eat her, and I get to eat Zilla."

"Holding her without eating her will be a pain in the ass," Alexander commented.

That's not a no, is it?~

"You know, out of the both of us, I'm definitely better at avoiding things. It would be easy for Claudia and or Zilla to get you." Lev said.

He could feel Alexander's consideration. I'm grateful you think logically.

"Fine, but if I grab her don't any waste time."

I'd bet three minutes at most before he'd just eat her. Lev thought, containing his chuckle. He couldn't break that already loose trust Alexander placed in him.

Not that long after they got to their stations. Lynette would be heading for the circle ahead of her that didn't house anyone. The two most advantageous at the time were Lev and Zilla. Across from one another, waiting for their chance to move.

Zilla's too cocky. Her, Lynette, and Claudia are most likely in a deal right now.

Lev thought more about Claudia. She's always the one that leaves me curious. She does things on whims.

The buzzer that was Claudia's phone and they all ran. Lev was a bit faster, his objective was to get her to stop running, which he did when he was able to grab one of her arms and sling her back by it. Her back landed in his arm, and he dipped her with a grin.

"Got something for me?~" His vocals sang. He went to snatch the coin from her hands while she panicked to keep herself from falling from his hold.

Claudia sprang at him next, using her "wings". One snatched at Lev. He let Lynette go. The other caught Lynette and helped her up.

Lev maneuvered the "wings" and checked the distance between him and Lynette.

He counted his steps, making sure he wouldn't back into anything. He also kept a firm track of Zilla. Or he assumed so. He figured she did some type of spatial magic to get close enough to him.

She threw herself at the coin, he threw himself back at the risk of Claudia. Dodging Zilla, however the fae took her opportunity and her arm swung back into Lev. It struck his side, though not with much force sent him into Zilla. They were flung back toward another circle while the coin laid at the center of the room.

"You're awfully heavy in your human case!" Zilla commented pushing him off.

Lev flipped up from the ground and teased Claudia. "Your arms are technically part of your monster form Claudia, you broke your own rules."

The fae shook her head, "they-" she couldn't argue with him. And tossed the coin to the other side, near where Alexander held Lynette.

Zilla got a slight headstart. It only spurred Lev further, he raced out, desperately trying to catch up. They couldn't use the circle that the coin was near, Lynette was most likely fifteen feet away.

Zilla got it, she threw a chair to Lev to hit his legs. He jumped over it and lunged at her. She threw herself out of the way. Lev twisted his body before he landed, hit the side of his body into the wall, and used his elemental, wind magic to propel himself at her. He cut it off, obeying Claudia's "not using magic to hurt anyone" rule, and crashed into Zilla again.

He struck her side this time from behind. It threw her off balance and near another circle. She had let go of the ring, Lev caught it in mid-air and tried to step inside.

Zilla twisted herself on the ground and slammed her leg into Lev's, he fell, luckily into a table to catch himself. He still had the coin.

Zilla had gotten up, and that was when Lev heard Alexander yell. It destroyed their whole fight, because it was then Lev realized the coin felt light.

...

Alexander

He didn't expect it to be easy. Mostly because everyone would be struggling to get to the center at Lynette. Lev had it first, then Claudia, and the fighting continued. Lynette wanted to focus on staying her distance. That was when he got behind her and scooped her up.

She immediately yelped and glanced back the best she could. Her legs flailed, and he kept her arms restrained at her sides.

"Xander!"

It was hard to keep her restrained without making a move. "Quit IT."

"Why are you picking me up!? Put me down, I don't have the coin!"

Alexander's stomach rumbled. The word, down, overwhelmed his thoughts. He gulped, swallowing the overabundance of saliva.

"Why did you have to use that phrase," he groaned in annoyance.

She didn't stop fighting him. "Because not everyone thinks like you guys do!"

Fuck. "And not everyone smells so damn appetizing." There was a persistent whine coming from his stomach. Alexander's body was fighting him too. This reminds me of that damn cube.

He tried to keep track of the others, "We're gonna win anyway."

"We..." She felt his grip tightened—he kept it light enough not to crush her. "You guys are working together!"

Alexander's eyes flared with their bright blue light; his size was itching to change. "How many times have you worked with-" He saw Zilla get knocked back. He dropped Lynette, and lurched in her direction. That was when he viewed the faint magic text coming from her.

He concentrated on it, and he realized Zilla used illusion magic to hide the real coin that she had duct taped to her shirt.

"SHE'S USING ILLUSION MAGIC!" Alexander shouted, but the game was already over. Zilla stepped into one of the circles.

Claudia laughed, "OH, that's why it felt different!"

Lev waved the coin he currently held. It vanished once Zilla released the illusion.

She knew if she didn't keep fighting with them, we'd pick up on her. Alexander eyed Lynette. She got away from him. It made him want to pursue her.

Lev spoke, "Zilla, your bet was to be able to eat Wendie and me willingly, right?"

Zilla tossed the coin back to Claudia and approached them, "Correct."

"Perfect," Lev said.

He snapped his head back. Lev's intentions met Lynette's; she wanted to create run from him, but he grabbed her wrist and dragged her into a hug. "Then I will gladly let you eat me after I have my snack~."

You fucker. "You didn't win the bet, Lev." Alexander missed his opportunity once again.

Lev firmly held her, "Unlike our other deals, we usually make bets on who gets her. Zilla's bet never specified Lynette being "safe"."

He then whispered something to Lynette after and she went crazy.

"This is so cheap!"

"Aw, come on, we're a team; we should all work together. Shouldn't we?" Lev's case burst first. Now holding Lynette with a singular hand. Alexander didn't want to watch Lev enjoy her.

It didn't seem Zilla was interested either, so she beckoned Alexander to follow her to the next breakroom.

Why do I keep making these stupid bets? I should just eat her. Alexander thought to himself.

He eyed Zilla from behind; whether bad or not, her lack of scent still bothered him.

"I don't trust Lev very much. He might give the excuse that he already ate, so he can't be eaten."

They went through the glass door together, "asshole."

Zilla's chuckled as she turned around to look at Alexander better. "You could have fought with him like Claudia is now." Zilla pointed behind him. He turned to see Claudia was swinging about, supposedly on Lev.

"I'm not going to fucking play tug of war with someone who has the tensile strength of a tissue."

He didn't look back again. He felt Zilla's case break and he could feel her clawed hands inching at his back.

Every muscle in his body clenched, he wanted to fight it or run from her. Her hand, smooth and firm, wrapped around him like he was a doll. She brought him up and made him face her. She didn't look too different in her naga form, at least her upper half didn't.

She smiled, showing off her fangs. "Can't you at least try to look happy, Wendie?"

Alexander being brought to her plump lips still growled out, "I hope you choke."

It made her laugh before she opened her fanged mouth wide to eat him.

...

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destiny-fics · 2 years ago

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Mixtape #3

[Seo Changbin x Fem!reader]

Genre: smut, fluff, angst, college!au

Pairing: Seo Changbin x Reader

Summary: There was something up with Chan lately and you were determined to find out what it was. But between that, finding your mixtape maker and whatever the fuck Changbin's got going on these days? You might have bitten off more than you can chew.

But you may also be closer to uncovering the truth than you anticipated.

Warnings: Fighting, kind of angsty, both Changbin and y/n are dumb

General Taglist:@hiseu @yeosayang @avyskai @whatudowhennooneseesyou @foxdaisy @lickslixie @maskedmochiii

Series Taglist: @anthropologymajorkpopmultistan @brit97 @bbyboychanyeol @i-say-choco-you-say-ice-cream @snapcracklen @nightmarej1n @shadycheesecaketrash

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Something was up with Bang Chan.

You couldn’t quite place your finger on when exactly it had started, or what exactly it was, but he had been acting incredibly strange. So strange that it had sparked a deep curiosity inside of you and you were determined to get to the bottom of it.

He jumped when you placed your textbooks down on the table he was sitting at, sliding into the seat across from him. Chan looked up from where he had been typing away on his laptop to raise an eyebrow at you, not unfriendly, just confused.

“Hey?”

“Hey,” you responded quickly, placing your chin on your hands as you watched Chan. He looked even more uncomfortable now, wilting a little underneath your gaze.

“What’s up?” He sounded unsure as to whether or not he wanted to know what exactly was up with you and you tried to soften your gaze a bit, not wanting him to run away before you could get to the bottom of what exactly was up with him. While you and Chan had never been incredibly close, he was Changbin’s friend and therefore by extension yours too.

“Nothing much, usual secret mixtape stuff,” you hummed, quirking an eyebrow in interest as Chan’s jaw clenched upon your mention of the mixtape. “What’s up with you?”

“Nothing…just coursework, trying to finish up this album with Jisung and Changbin.” You nodded slowly, leaning forward in your seat. You could see Chan swallow hard and it made you grin a little bit. “Why do you ask?” his voice was a bit thin and you sat back in your chair shrugging.

“Mm, just curious. You’ve been acting a bit…weird lately.”

Chan laughed the way he did when he was uncomfortable “Oh? How so?”

“You’ve just been off, ever since the night I showed you and Jisung the mixtape. I feel like there’s something you’re not telling me.”

“Y/n,” Chan sighed, rubbing his eyebrow. “I’m just stressed with all this work I have to do, it has nothing to do with the mixtape or you.”

You nodded slowly. Chan could tell that you didn’t believe him and it made him sigh again, grabbing his stuff “I’ve gotta go, but I’ll talk to you later yeah?” You nodded, eyes still narrowed at him and Chan pushed his not touched muffin towards you, encouraging you to eat it, before he took off. You glared at where he had left for a while as you picked at the muffin Chan had left. There was something he wasn’t telling you and you needed to find out what it was.

You had to admit, Changbin suggesting that the mixtape had been made for you, really threw you for a loop. It was one thing when you were just helping someone else confess to the object of their affections, but it was another thing now that you were the object of their affections. But it made the most sense, every song was connected to you in some way. The 3racha songs, your go to karaoke song, even the fact that the tape was tucked into your favourite book in the library. Everything pointed to you and as much as you wanted to deny it , you really couldn’t. What you still hadn’t cracked though? Who even sent the tape in the first place? There was one possibility, one person who you really wanted to have sent it, but that was wishful thinking. Changbin had absolutely no idea about the tape and, unless he was an incredible actor (which you doubted, you’d seen him try to reenact drama scenes before), you knew he had nothing to do with it.

After Changbin had left your apartment to go work out with Chan and Jisung, you pulled up your laptop and the mixtape’s song list. You only had a few songs to go, each one you had already found crossed out with a black line. Humming softly to yourself, you typed the next song into your laptop’s search bar, gasping when you read the name of the singer.

“Oh my god…” your cursor hovered over the play button, eyes fixated on the bold ‘CB97,’ written underneath the title of the song. No, this couldn’t be correct. No way was this song Chan’s. “Maybe there’s multiple CB97’s,” you hummed, knowing that you didn’t even believe yourself. You tensed up as the first few notes of the song began and then Chan’s voice was filling your ears. “No…” you whispered, putting your head in your hands as everything began to click into place. For every song which had been on the mixtape so far, Chan had been there. He had been there during 3racha’s first showcase, he had been there everytime you and Jisung had broken out the karaoke machine and he knew exactly your favourite book and had often visited you with Changbin and Jisung to your favourite spot in the library. It all made sense. He was there. He had always been there. You laughed a little bit, looking up at your ceiling “Christopher Bang I knew something was up with you, but this? Wow.”

Texting Changbin had been the only next logical step right? Sure you just saw him but this was incredibly important.

Me: Bin. I found another one of the songs. I think you were right, it is for me. And I think I know who it’s from

You sighed softly, taking your headphones as the final notes of Chan’s song rang out. Cursing under your breath, you sighed again when a text from Changbin came through.

Binnie: really? You want to come over?

You immediately went to type out a reply, but stopped just before hitting the send button. Did you want to go over to Changbin’s place? It was highly likely that both Chan and Jisung would be there, and to be truthful, you didn’t know if you could handle that.

Me: Nah, don’t want to interrupt your 3racha time, I’ll see you tomorrow xx

“I know who it is!”

“Who what is?” Changbin hummed, looking at you over the screen of his laptop. You placed a coffee down in front of him before sitting across from him and taking a sip of your own drink. It was way too sweet, but that was exactly how you liked it, no matter how much Changbin said he couldn’t understand how you drank it when it was that sweet.

"The mysterious mixtape person…” You said it like it was obvious, even pausing for effect. “it’s Chan.”

“Chan? As in Bang Chan? As in Christopher? As in one of my best friends?”

“How many other Chans do we know Bin?”

Changbin sighed, rubbing his eyebrow. “I mean I guess it does make sense.” Doesn’t mean he was happy about it though.

You, however, had seemed to become at peace with it overnight, actually not minding the fact that it was Chan who had made the mixtape for you. Sure, Changbin was your first choice, but Chan was sweet, he was beautiful and he made you feel incredibly safe, just as all of Changbin’s friends did.

“Okay,” Changbin closed the lid of his laptop and took a sip of his coffee, scrunching up his nose at the taste. “So how exactly did you come to that conclusion?”

“Well, haven’t you noticed he’s been acting weird lately?”

“I mean he’s Chan…so yeah? Is weird not kind of his default?”

“Well yeah but like weirder than usual? Anyway, I was concerned so I went to check up on him.”

“Oh my God, please tell me you didn’t.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, taking another sip of your coffee “What’s that supposed to mean? Anyway, I was just trying to see if something was up with him, but he just said it was coursework and album stuff with you guys that had been stressing him out.”

“So you didn’t believe him.”

“Of course I didn’t believe him,” You agreed. “He was just being too weird and so…tense, like he knew something about me and was trying to hide it. But he left before I could get to the bottom of it. Then, after you left my place yesterday I was doing some more digging for the next song and I found it…it’s by Chan.”

Changbin nodded slowly, “Okay, but that could be coincidental. I mean, wasn’t the first song one of ours too?”

“Well, yeah…but doesn’t it make sense? You said it yourself you think the tape was made for me and every single song has had something to do with me. And Chan was there for all of it.”

“But then by that logic it could also have been me or Jisung who made that tape. We were there for all of that stuff too,” Changbin was beginning to sound defensive and you couldn’t understand why.

“Well yeah, but it wasn’t you or Jisung.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because it wasn’t?” You sighed, rubbing your eyebrow. “I just don’t understand why you’re so against this.”

“I just don’t think Chan is good for you,” He rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest.

You scoffed “Really? You trust Chan with your life, Binnie.”

“Yeah well, I don’t trust him with you.”

“You are being ridiculous Changbin,” you snapped, Changbin looking upset at your use of his full name instead of ‘Binnie.’ “Why are you being like this?"

"Why am I being like this? Why are you being like this? Y/n you've jumped on this whole Chan being you mixtape maker way too fast."

"Why do you care?" You were standing now, ready to leave and voice raised. "You're not my boyfriend Changbin."

Changbin snorted, the reminder painful "Yeah, you've made that clear."

You scoffed, shaking your head "Maybe I shouldn't have told you about the mixtape in the first place." You turned on your heel and exited that Cafe, throat tight and tears pricking the corners of your eyes. You didn't notice someone coming towards you until you collided with their very solid chest.

"Woah…hey y/n," Chan's voice made your tears leak from your eyes. His gaze softened from his usual friendly grin and he wiped your cheeks with his thumb. "Hey, what's wrong?"

"Nothing," you waved him off "fought with Binnie, it's," you sniffled "it's fine."

Chan shook his head and wrapped an arm around your shoulder "no, it's not. Come on, I'll walk you home and then knock some sense into Changbin."

You nodded, sniffling quietly and let Chan walk you home. As you did, you didn't see Changbin watching the two of you, cheeks dotted with angry tears.

You also didn't see the letter he had been writing when you had come over to him in the shop. He sighed, wiping his eyes before signing it, the scrawled writing of 'your mixtape maker,' almost taunting him. No matter how much he was yours, you'd never be his.

You had made that much obvious.

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yourlocalbadgerscales · 1 month ago

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Jegulus microfic ~ I think I’m in love

(Imma make this cheesy af just because it’s Jegulus, this is 100% what happened btw but like- not as cheesy. I think. Lol?? Anygays.)

”Come on, James! Pleeeaaase?”

”No.” James felt his cheeks heat up. ”Fuck- I don’t want to.”

”Come onnn”, Sirius said, his eyes twinkling mischievously as he narrowed them and leaned in closer. “Please, Jamie?”

“I don’t know which song to pick!”

“Pleasepleaseplease.”

“They’re all so… ugh, no I can’t sing any one of them. It’ll be so awkward.”

Sirius gave him his best puppy eyes. James sighed heavily.

“Fucking fine, I guess.”

“Really?” Sirius beamed at him. “That’s awesome! Hurry up, let’s go choose a song for you right now!” Sirius grabbed James by the wrist and pulled him eagerly towards the table with sticky notes, quills and a catalogue. James didn’t even try to break free. It was too late for that now.

A few minutes later, and James was, if possible, even more stressed than earlier.

“But look Jamie, HOT TO GO! is an option!”, Sirius whined. “Why won’t you just take that one?”

“I, er, I don’t want to sing those lyrics… in front of people”, James murmured, and Sirius gave him a strange look. James wasn’t usually afraid to sing The Real Slim Shady at the top of his lungs in the boys dorms, so to think that lyrics was what stopped him now… not likely. Sirius didn’t ask any more about it, though.

Which was good, because James had no intentions of telling him that Chappell Roan was his go-to artist whenever he was thinking about his crush. A crush Sirius had no idea existed. After all, what he didn’t know couldn’t hurt him. James would rather it stayed that way.

After a few more minutes of frantic searching in the catalogue with options, James was this close to giving up. Such a shame, because Sirius had actually managed to hype him up enough to look forward to singing in front of a small crowd tonight. The Gryffindor common room was full of people in the mood to party. There was one person who returned again and again to scream a few songs, and every now and then a new group of giggling girls would show up and sing something together.

Suddenly Sirius said “Aha!”, and he looked up from the catalogue with a triumphant grin plastered across his face. “Don’t! Stop me now…”, he hummed to himself, and James beamed at him.

“Queen?”

“Yes! Come on James, you know that one!”

“I don’t think I’m that good at it, though-“

“Oh, bullshit! Don’t Stop Me Now, it is.” Sirius scribbled something down on a piece of paper and rushed towards the small stage that someone had put in the corner of the room. James reckoned they’d transformed a teacup or something. He groaned and buried his face in his hands when he saw Sirius handing Marlene the piece of paper, and she looked over at him and waved excitedly when she’d read it. James sighed to himself.

And suddenly it was James’s turn to sing.

He walked over to the stage on shaky legs, and Marlene handed him a microphone. For some reason she was in charge of the karaoke for tonight.

“Good luck, James!”, she said, eyes wide, and James tried his best to smile at her. “You nervous?”

“Yeah”, he admitted in a low voice. “But… I kind of look forward to it?” This was something he hadn’t admitted to Sirius.

Oh, if Sirius knew who James had been staring at the whole night… a certain someone who was seated in a chair against a wall, looking bored out of his mind but also kind of… nervous? And tired. Somehow he still managed to look gorgeous. How did Regulus even pull that off?

What were the Slytherins even doing here? James didn’t know, all he knew was that no one dared to go near them and tell them to fuck off. Sirius hadn’t acknowledged his younger brother for the whole night, and Regulus hadn’t looked at Sirius either. He didn’t look at anyone, really, just stared blankly at a wall as his two best Slytherin friends were snogging right next to him.

James realised he was staring at the curly haired boy again, and he quickly looked back at Marlene.

“You ready?”, she asked him, suddenly looking very serious. James swallowed.

“Yes.”

“Okay. You’re gonna do great.”

“Y-yeah.”

James slowly turned to face the room. Not many people were looking at him. He really didn’t mind. For some reason, all that mattered to him was that one person in particular was listening. He did his best to not even glance towards Regulus, but only at Sirius. His best friend was sitting on the edge of his seat, and he did two thumbs up towards James while grinning widely. Even Remus had looked up from the book in his lap and was watching James over Sirius’s shoulder.

When the music began playing, James quickly turned his focus towards the mic in his hand, and when he raised it to his mouth his hand was trembling slightly. This wasn’t like him.

But he managed to hit all the notes, and even better, his voice didn’t crack once. He was grateful for the darkness in the room, it meant he didn’t have to see anyone too clearly.

The uneasiness melted away pretty quickly, and James found himself letting go of it completely and giving in to the temptation to dance a little bit. No one made any noise, and he didn’t mind.

At the end it was hard to keep up with the speed of the song, but James managed to finish it without being completely out of breath. Someone cheered when the music stopped, and James just knew it was Sirius. A few other people were smiling at him, someone had started dancing.

For some reason, James still didn’t manage to look over at Regulus. How come he could easily sing in front of a crowd, but he was too scared to look at one single person?

“FUCK YEAH YOU NAILED IT JAMIE”, Sirius yelled as James approached him with a small smile on his lips.

The compliment was all James needed. He was smiling widely now, a sudden rush of excitement filling him.

A few more people sang some karaoke after James, and the whole room was buzzing with excitement in between songs. Pretty much everyone sang along, but James was the loudest of everyone.

And just like that it was time for the last song. Some group of Ravenclaw girls stood up and took the mic, fighting about who should hold it. And when the song started playing, James immediately recognised it. It wasn’t a song he could sing particularly well, though, so he decided to stay silent and just listen and vibe to it.

He looked across the room, his gaze landing on Regulus. The boy was still looking rather uneasy, his hands in his lap as he stared at the floor. Everyone in the room sung about true love and the thrill of it at the top of their lungs, and James tried to join them, but seeing Regulus unhappy made him unhappy as well.

Crouch and Rosier had stopped snogging to sing along. Regulus was the only one who didn’t seem to cheer up. Sirius was screaming in James’s ear, and Remus was telling him to shut the hell up, but James only had eyes for the boy with the dark curls and the grey, grey eyes.

Who had hurt him enough to make him look like he was going to be sick at the mere mention of love?

James was just about to look away when the bridge started playing. The volume increased in the room as everyone sang with all their might, and the roof almost lifted in Gryffindor common room at one of the only lines James actually knew from the song:

“Baby, I think I’m in love…”

One second James’s ears were filled with the sound of a whole room of people singing in unison, and the loudness was almost too much for him… he grimaced… and then every sound was drowned out by complete silence that soon turned into a ringing in James’s head.

A flash of silver, and Regulus Black finally moved his gaze from the floor and looked directly at James, meeting his stare.

Baby, I think I’m in love…

James’s breath hitched in his throat and he shut his mouth with a snap.

The moment only lasted for about a second, and then Regulus’s eyes widened with the realisation that James had seen his look. And just like that, the flash of silver was gone. Regulus had turned his attention to the floor again.

James was struggling to breath.

Baby, I think I’m in love…

Was it a coincidence? Just like all the other times?

Was it a coincidence, like it had been when James caught Regulus staring at him, not once, not twice and not even three times, but about ten times only this week? In the hallways, in the Great Hall, at Quidditch practice…

Was it a coincidence, like it had been when Regulus approached him the other day only to suddenly turn to Peter (who was standing next to James) to say:

“I er, er… move out of the way, Pettigrew”.

Then Regulus had shoved him aside and walked straight past them, his shoulder bumping into James’s.

Was it a coincidence? Were all of there incidents coincidences, or had James just told himself that?

What about that one time right after a Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin, when Regulus had stepped off his broom alongside his teammates and muttered under his breath:

“Pass me the apple underneath the bleachers, Potter. It’s right behind you.”

James had blinked one time, whispered a nervous “Uh, yeah, sure” and turned to grab the apple off the ground. He then turned back and handed Regulus it. The boy gave him a quick nod and then left.

James heard a Slytherin player shout after him:

“Hey, Reg! That was my apple, you have your own in your pocket, remember? For fuck’s sake.”

It meant something, didn’t it?

No, of course it didn’t…. but what if it did? But why would it? But how else could it all be explained?

The rest of the night James kept requesting more and more Chappell Roan songs, enjoying the delighted look on Marlene’s face every time.

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The urge I have rn to just rant to y’all about my crush and the progress I’ve made write a Jegulus microfic based on my ”interaction” with my crush last night.

… should I do it 😭

#so uhm #yeah #this is like 90% what happened irl #im James btw if someone didn’t understand that #yep this girl looked up at me exactly when “baby I think I’m in love” played and quickly looked down again #yup she looked depressed the whole night #I wanted to hug her #yeee I played Chappell songs in my headphones the rest of the night while looking over at her constantly #yeah she once asked me to pass her a can with water at the lunch table #and when someone next to me was faster and did it for me #she looked disappointed and I don’t think she even poured any water for herself #idk tho because I was too scared to look at her #but when I did I realised that SHE ALREADY HAD A CAN OF WATER NEXT TO HER #HELLO???#ellastag #jegulus

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edward-d-sonata · 2 years ago

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Jaeger for Love Ch. 2 Hidden Panic

Killer and Wire were placing Kidd on the gurney as Law took the filled out form from Sika as she sat silent with her head down on the edge of a breakdown and it was difficult for even Killer to calm her when it hits. Her flight or fight response has always been backwards but what only Killer knew was that breakdowns meant keeping an eye on her at all times because of her mental health. The reason he's against her getting her own place is because he's found her attempting suicide multiple times, she hid it well from everyone but him. To get her mind to focus on something other than her depression and anxiety was keeping her hands busy.

Killer looks to Heat and Wire "Keep me updated I gotta see about Sika ", he says before walking to to her and as he suspects when he lifted her head her eyes were glazed over as he sighed knowing better than to let her drive anywhere with those dead eyes present. He picks her up putting her over his shoulder and carries her out of the hospital as she was basically limp until he put her down but before she could fully beat the shit out of him he put her helmet on her head and held her putting on her calming songs playlist so she could isolate herself mentally.

An hour later he felt her arms around him as he turned off the music and took her helmet off holding her and pets her head. Tears fell wetting his blue t-shirt as he let her use him to ground herself knowing she hated when anyone saw this side of her "Sika have you scheduled any appointments?", he asked as she silently shook her head no. "In the morning call and schedule one if you insist on trying to find a place to live on your own, I'm worried as you're only getting worse, you need actual professional help. If you don't want to be the one to call ask Law to schedule you one with his adoptive father.", he says seriously as he was terrified that one day he wouldn't be there in time to stop another attempt.

She nodded okay and wipes her eyes letting go as she took deep breaths pulling her hair tie out as her golden curls cascaded down to her knees as she walked back inside with him holding her hand as the two looked like twins except she was shorter and chubby , he was tall and pure muscle. Heat walks to them, " He's unconscious due to shock but his arm is no good best thing would be amputation and a prosthetic arm, or at least that's what Law and Marco suggested", he says pulling Sika to stand with him so Killer could discuss the options with the doctors. "He'll be okay Sika you know it'd take a lot more than that to get rid of his annoying ass.", he says smiling his rare smile as he could tell she wasn't fully back yet so he did as Killer had always told them to when she got like this. To keep an eye on her and don't let anyone near her that might trigger her as they had let it happen once and she gave the guy broken, ribs, nose, and jaw but were able to subdue her before she could snap his legs.

Wire soon came out to them and nodded to Heat. "Come on Let's go home you two Killer's orders, Heat take her bike ,I'll take her in the truck.", he says before narrowing his eyes at the smug bastard walking towards them Heat looks over and glared at him before him and Wire blocked him from Sika's sight as the two tall men lead her out of the hospital as Wire texted Killer informing him that they left before she could spot Drake. Heat ties back his grey blue hair before putting her helmet on and grabbing her key before driving back to the house that was behind the garage.

Wire soon drives off after seeing that it had just turned 5 in the afternoon before driving to house with her in the passenger seat of the 1999 burgundy Chevy Silverado. As he glanced over she was typing on her phone replying to the three she matched with.

KimonoGuy: feeling stressed? Working out is good for de stressing don't push yourself too hard beautiful 😊 Bloodstone: Thanks, but you are waisting your time on a broken doll like myself, I'll only end up hurting you or getting hurt because you'll get tired of having to deal with me.

BluePhoenix: Sounds good , don't get much down time nowadays unfortunately, but I'm always here if you wanna talk or vent. Bloodstone: Thanks, but you are waisting your time on a broken doll like myself, I'll only end up hurting you or getting hurt because you'll get tired of having to deal with me. She knew it was silly to copy and paste her reply but thought it best that they knew what could happen if they actually met . She knew she was fucked up in the head and became emotionally unavailable at times. Pompadour: Hey what's your favorite appetizer, main course, and dessert so when we meet I can make it for you .I wish we could at least know what each other does but I'll give you a hint , cooking is my business and business is good.😋 She couldn't help but softly laughed and smile at what pompadour messaged her Bloodstone: Caesar Salad, Crab Alfredo, caramel flan, cheesecake, or blueberry fudge . Well mister Chef I deal with oil, grease , and metal. But you are waisting your time on a broken doll like myself, I'll only end up hurting you or getting hurt because you'll get tired of having to deal with me. Pompadour: I'm gonna guess Mechanic, and sorry to disappoint you but you won't scare me off that easily cutie nice try though.

Wire stayed silent watching her reactions as it hadn't been since she was dating that bastard Drake that she smiled and laughed like that. "Let's go inside Sika we need some rest", he says as she nods putting her phone away following him inside soon laying on the loveseat falling asleep as Heat and Wire fall asleep on the couch. Most would find it strange but it was normal for the five of them to grab afternoon naps, especially since they are on call for repairs except holidays.

BattyBestie🩷🖤🤍: I heard what happened from Killer come with me tonight there's a party tonight at Luffy's you don't have to drink or anything you don't want to but you've been so busy with work you need a break MotorBunny💜🖤🩶: Fine but I have a car maintenance appointment tonight around midnight I'll be heading that way in an hour.

She softly sighs getting up and stretching "Hey I'm gonna grab a shower then head out to the Newgate house for a party with Perona", she tells the two as they nod okay and inform Killer as she shoved down her erratic mental state acting as if she was fine. She heads up to her room and showered before drying her hair and body. As she looks through her closet wearing her black lace bra and men's boxers she got herself as it kept her thighs from rubbing, She puts on a black breaking Benjamin t-shirt with grey skinny jeans as well as her black knee boots. She grabs her hair tie and pulls it back into a low ponytail.

She texts Perona that she was on her way as she walked down stairs "alright I'll be back in the morning", she said putting on her jacket and helmet before walking out of the house before hopping on her bike and drives off to the Newgate house outside of town.

#one piece au #possibly triggering

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olivyh · 2 years ago

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@cyra-steele Birthday request part 2!!!! Sorry it took so long ;;; I was struggling to get though the second half bc the end of the semesters coming up! On the bright side, I don't have any tests. On the downside, all my tests were replaced with essays :(

Jamil:

It was a quiet Sunday night in the Scarabia dorm, and Jamil was doing as he always did- clean up after the most recent party, plan and prep meals for the next week. He had just returned from Sam's shop, sighing as he rests the bags of groceries against the ground, groaning softly and rubbing the indents left on his arms from the handles. The dorm was silent for once, with many of the residents either studying in the common room or asleep in one of their rooms. He could make out the faint sound of quiet chatter if he really tried.

He stands and stretches, looking out the kitchen window at the vast desert that surrounded the dorm. In the light of the moonlight, the sand seemed to glimmer- cast in shadows that stretched and pulled across the terrain. The usual chill of the night had just begun to creep into the dorm, cooling the counters that the boy rested his hands on. He shakes his head, tying his hair up into a bun and pinning his hangs out of the way as he pulled out his phone, scrolling through the vast list of his favorite songs. He connects his headphones and allows the steady rhythm to calm his still buzzing nerves after the long and stressful day he just had, mentally preparing himself for the next week.

Slowly, he begins to sway his hips and jump to the music as he slices vegetables, smiling softly to himself as he places the knife down and uses his fingertips as drumsticks, bouncing on his heels and sliding across the floor to prepare the spices.

He bobs his head and moves his shoulders, feeling all previous tension leave his body as he hums along to the song, occasionally mumbling out the rap portion that he'd memorized quietly. He can barely make out the sounds of the bells in his hair jingling, but he doesn't care as he hops over to the other side of the counter, preparing more of the vegetables and throwing them in the pan and adding the sauce.

He continues to dance energetically as he flicks the spoon dramatically, chuckling to himself as he concludes the song and his impromptu dance with a spin and-

He makes eye contact with the prefect, who was leaning against the doorway with an amused grin. He takes a deep breath, halting his movements completely and shakily bringing his headphones to hang loosely around his neck.

"What are you doing here?" Jamil deadpans, face more serious than you had ever seen it despite the music still blaring through his headphones. He hopes you don't notice how his hands quiver in embarrassment or how much his breathing has picked up.

You laugh. "Why are you so serious all of a sudden?" He huffs at that, flicking his spoon- and some sauce- in your direction.

"I asked you first."

"I wanted to help you."

He swears his heart skips a beat when his head jolts back to you, eyes wide as he bites his lip, trying to put on his nonchalant facade once more as hr shrugs.

"As you wish," Jamil looks over again, dark eyes narrowed. "But I do take my work seriously, I'll have you know."

"I know."

"So you better not mess up."

"I know!" You groan and shuffle beside him. "Besides, how can I mess up with the best teacher around?"

Jamil swears you're going to be the death of him someday.

Kalim:

He couldn't help it! He swears!

How could he possibly look away when the cafeteria is so busy but he can only seem to focus his attention on you. Jamil's voice goes over his head as he lays his chin on his folded arms as they rest on the wooden table, snowy white eyelashes fluttering closed as he watches you laugh with the first years, lightly punching Ace's arm at something he'd said.

He sighs happily as his eyes scan over your features. Everything about you was perfect- the way your eyes crinkled when you smiled or the way your shoulders shook when you laughed, not to mention the way your hands would idly play with your sleeves or Grim's collar when they weren't holding a fork or a piece of bread. Even the way you ate the messy school lunch seemed elegant to the boy, who smiles softly.

"Kalim!"

"Yeah?" Jamil sighs, following his gaze. "You have a quiz next period. I took it this morning and it's no easy feat! Stop oogling at the prefect!"

"Mhm..." He smiles again, daydreaming about how it would feel for your fingers to play with his hair while he laid in your lap and gazed up at you, how soft your hands would be in his.

He would trade every treasure in the world just to give you a kiss.

"You're not even listening..." Jamil sighs. "If they helped, would you listen?"

"Absolutely!"

"You're hopeless!" The boy retorts in annoyance, rolling his eyes before standing and leaving the cafeteria. Many of the other students have started to clear out as well, with many of the tables around him being vacant as he watched your friends leave. His heart fluttered as his mind continued to make out fantasies of what it would be like to hold you, if you were to fall asleep on his shoulder, holding his face in your hands and peppering it with kisses...

"Kalim?"

"Yes!" He shoots up, looking up at you and trying to hide the way his suddenly sweaty hands shook under the table, slightly embarrassed at being caught. His mind flashes to the thought that he could just ask you out here. None of your friends were around, and at this point it was just you two in the cafeteria.

"Are you okay?" You ask. "You barely ate..."

This was it. He was going to ask you on a date. He wondered what it was going to be... a party? A parade? Maybe fireworks? Or...

"Would you like to go on a carpet ride with me tonight?" He blurts suddenly, voice ouder than he'd hoped with a slight quiver that he hopes you don't notice. He feels his face heat up as he realizes that, in his excitement, he'd stood and leaned closer to you. You grin and nod, which makes his heart beat faster than he could have ever imagined.

"Of course! What's the occasion?"

He shrugs, cleaning up his notes and walking alongside you with a pep to his step. "You'll see! It'll be great, I promise!"

sebek

"Damn it!" The half fae mutters in annoyance. He was currently in Ramshackle in the early hours of the morning, made apparent by the fog that surrounded the dorm and the dew that still clung to the eaves outside. He stands in the bathroom, bottle of hair gel resting on the counter and hands slick with the substance as he repeatedly pushes his bangs out of his eyes, annoyance rising in his chest as, once more, a single strand of hair falls into his eyes.

For a moment, he seriously considers using one of the prefect's pairs of rusty scissors to cut it loose, hastily deciding against it when he realizes that it would end up looking even worse.

Even so, he continues to run his gel-coated hands through his lime-green hair, biting back an annoyed groan when the pattern continues.

"Are you kidding me?!"

"What's wrong?" He jumps upon hearing your sleepy voice, and turns to see you leaning against the doorway, baggy clothes still crumbled and face still painted in drowsiness. "Awake already?"

"I'm a knight," He frowns, going back to the mirror and trying to hide the flustered blush that crawls up his neck. "I have to be up early every day."

"Sounds tiring," You move and sit on the edge of the bathtub.

"Do you wish to use the bathroom?" He sees your reflection shake it's head and he sighs.

"What's wrong with it?" You hum. "Your hair looks fine to me..."

"It's not all staying." He turns and sees you make a grabby motion, pouring some gel on your hands as you stand and motion for him to lean his head down. He tries to bite back an embarrassed retort as he feels your fingers gently glide through the strands, slow as though you were painting a portrait and not helping him slick back his hair. His stomach twists as he shoots up, nodding in your direction. He knows his face is bright red, and he knows that you can see the way his whole body trembles as his gloved hands stick to his side as though he were a wooden doll.

"Thank you," He shouts suddenly, making you jolt at the change in volume. "I'll be off. Good day."

He couldn't run away from Ramshackle fast enough, hoping that it was the adrenaline making his heart spasm and not the sudden wave of emotion he was subjected to.

Silver:

Silver hisses as he continues to wrap up his bandaged arm with gauze. It had been some times since he'd last sparred with his father, and he seemed to somehow forget that the fae never held back, even against his own son. As a result, Silver was left with a long scrape along his bicep, one that his father profusely apologized for before lecturing him on the things he could have changed about his form or his concentration.

His hand slips and he spills the antiseptic all over the tile of the bathroom floor. He curses to himself and picks it up.

"Is everything alright?" Silver stares up at you, nodding.

"Y-yes, of course."

"What happened?" You crouch beside him, gently guiding him to stand as you clean the antiseptic.

"It spilled," You frown at his vague and basic answers and roll your eyes playfully.

"Duh," You chuckle under your breath and the melody is enough to make Silver's brain pause in it's tracks, his wound suddenly hurting less and his head feeling as though it were stuffed with cotton candy. "I mean... with your training."

"Oh," He mumbles under his breath. "Lilia likes to push me to my limits." You hum and reach for the gauze, wrapping the rest of his arm gently and hushing him when he hisses in pain.

"Is it that bad?" He shakes his head, staring down at you. He stares at you often, but he rarely gets this close, and a foreign feeling blooms in his chest. It's warm, and spreads throughout his entire body like vines climbing throughout his entire body, constricting his heart and lungs. He feels his face heat up as your hand starts to pull away. In his excitement, he grabs your wrist and pulls.

"Let's stay like this..." He practically whispers, ears burning as his hands shake. "Please."

"Of course."

#twisted wonderland jamil #twst #twst jamil #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst kalim #jamil viper #kalim al asim #sebek zigvolt #twst silver #silver vanrogue #twst fanfic

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tired-biscuit · 3 years ago

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Hi can i request teacher naruto x student reader smut (obviously not in pedo way).With degration kink if possible I love being degraded😩

Pairing: Naruto Uzumaki/fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, teacher/student relationship, car sex, degrading, professor!naruto.

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NARUTO UZUMAKI had made a mistake.

The thirty-year-old Professor should have known better than offer to drive his secretly favourite student home after class. Sure, it was dark out from the late hour which his superiors forced him to hold his lessons at, and the rain had technically been pouring in great, ferocious curtains of water outside the university where he worked, but neither of those reasons would be deemed good enough by an educator who swore by a code on keeping his relations with students strictly professional.

Still, all it took was one look at the rather sombre expression on the poor girl's face to announce him a goner under the narrow roof of the main entrance to the building that night - code or not. Before y/n's rosy lips could even finish forming a pout in result of assessing the heavy, dull sky above her head, Naruto's feet had already moved seemingly on their own; forcing him to walk over with his umbrella, like the polite gentleman that he was.

He couldn't remember what exactly he had told her to persuade her into accepting his offer on driving her home. All he could bring forth in his memory was her smile, the eager nod, and the way her arm kept bumping against his own when they had taken the short walk towards his car.

And that was how Naruto had found himself stuck with y/n that Friday evening - his favourite student.

All alone.

"Thank you for doing this, Mr. Uzumaki. I really appreciate it." the pretty girl said when he plopped down into the plush driver's seat of his dark grey Volvo SUV. Throwing a hasty glance at her as she rubbed her dainty palms together in order to quicken her blood circulation, Naruto offered her a subtle nod.

"Don't mention it," he replied curtly, running a hand through his slightly damp, blonde hair. He brushed away the water droplets coating his palm against his black pants before shrugging off his coat and throwing it in the backseat. Seriously. Don't mention it.

She puffed air onto her curled up fists now, plump lips moving against her knuckles, "I would have probably gotten soaked to the bone by the time I reached the bus station, if it weren't for you. So, thanks again."

"Probably," he said, fishing out his car keys from his pocket, "Quite a downfall, huh?"

"Yeah... It's pretty bad."

"Yup."

They fell into silence.

Naruto loosed a sigh at the awkward small talk about the weather. Fastening his seat belt, he started the car and said, "So, how's your last year of university been treating you, Miss l/n?"

"Pretty good," she replied, eyeing the touchscreen that lit up as soon as the engine whirred to life. He could see her eyes turn innocently inquisitive at the playlist to appear. "My grades are doing okay, I suppose... I'm trying not to stress as much as I did in my first year."

"Glad to hear it. You've always been a good student," he complimented, pulling out of the designated parking space. He glanced at her again and caught her still staring at the touchscreen, her cheeks slightly rosy now. "You can pick a song if you'd like."

He didn't have to tell her twice. Leaning slightly forward, y/n scrolled through the list of songs, keen eyes quickly scanning the various artists. "You have pretty good taste, Sir. I also listen to The Neighbourhood." she mumbled after a while.

"Thanks." Naruto watched her tap a song now - Sweater Weather. Of course. Listening to the soft melody beginning to mix with the thundering rain hitting against the roof of the car, he said, "So, any plans for what you're gonna do after you get your diploma?"

"Not really, no," she said, scratching her cheek with those prettily manicured nails, "Maybe travel a bit?"

"Always a good idea."

"Mhm."

Silence again. Awkward.

"You gonna lead the way, or should I use the GPS?" he asked, looking at her once more. Naruto promptly ignored the little plaid skirt she wore and the high knee-socks accompanying the flimsy thing. No matter that it made him swallow a bit more thickly than usual, and made his skin go taut to such a degree that it felt too tight to cover the entirety of his bones.

They usually did that - her clothes. Had been doing so for months, actually. He refused to acknowledge it, as it was the sane way to do.

"I can lead the way, if it's all right with you?" she spoke softly, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Fine with me."

"Okay." He could see her fingers dig into the sleeves of her thin blouse then, her tits squeezing together with the action. They practically ate up the darn seat belt. Sure, all of the buttons were modestly secured, but the cotton was still tight. Too tight. "Turn left here, please."

"Left, yes. Okay." he rambled, his knee shaking before he rested his foot on the gas pedal again. His voice sounded weird. Clearing his throat, Naruto focused on the road instead, both brows pinching together in mild exasperation. The last thing he needed was to cause a fucking car crash because he couldn't stop staring at his student's tits. Pathetic.

Said student sighed and rubbed her arms a bit, but said nothing.

"Are you cold?" he found himself asking. Why couldn't he just keep his fucking mouth shut, already?!

"Oh," she stilled, sinking further into the seat as if in embarrassment. Scarlet overtook her face when she murmured, "A little, yeah... But it's nothing I can't handle."

"I'm sure you can handle it, Miss l/n." Naruto said, and thought about punching himself in the face right then and there. Flicking on the heaters, he offered her a tentative smile, "But I think it'd be better if you didn't catch a cold."

"How so?" she questioned, wary eyes looking at the pleasant grin to adorn his face, now.

"Well, you wouldn't be able to attend my lecture if you got sick, now would you?" he chuckled lowly, flicking his gaze towards her again. God, the first thing he was going to do after arriving home was slam his head against the wall. Repeatedly.

"Yeah, th-that's true." she stumbled, biting the inside of her cheek. She could have sworn that he smirked at the stutter.

Mother above, he was the handsomest man she had ever laid eyes upon. Tall and assertive, owning a sharp jawline, and a voice so deep that the rasp of it could make even the dullest of lectures sound like a goddamn poem - Professor Naruto Uzumaki had always been her favourite to look at.

There wasn't a thing in the Universe that she enjoyed more than following the flex of his strong biceps whenever he wrote on the blackboard in their classroom, or the potent build of him that he always alluringly accentuated with the countless fancy dress shirts and nicely-fitting pants he loved to wear so goddamn much.

His hair was golden like rows upon rows of rich fields of wheat, and his eyes blue like a clear July sky. Even his tan complexion screamed summer, and heat, and endless, feverish sun. He was absolutely breathtaking in every aspect. It made her feel very small, compared to his overwhelming presence. And not just because he held the authority.

y/n felt heat pool between her legs at the thought. Warmth recoiled within the pit of her stomach, though the reason for it wasn't as obscene as the one she had thought of at first.

"Uh... Sir?"

Ignoring the way his dick twitched inside his pants at the title, Naruto merely hummed in reply, "Hm?"

"The seat's getting kind of hot," she mumbled, entire face searing pink. She shifted from side to side, squeezing her thighs together.

Naruto glanced at her squirming, eyes quickly dipping towards the hem of her skirt which she kept pressing against the top of her thighs in order to keep from rising up. He fought back the hint of amusement in his smile when he said, "Yeah, I flicked on the seat warmer for you. It'll warm you up faster."

"Oh... Okay."

A beat of silence echoed between them for a third time. He listened to her breathing. It had turned shallow, somewhat.

"Does it feel good, Miss l/n?" he asked quietly, his grip on the steering wheel tenacious. At this point, he was asking for it. Seriously, what was wrong with him?

"Yes, Mr. Uzumaki." she replied, her voice adorably meek.

He swallowed the saliva to gather inside his mouth again, "Want me to turn it up even higher?"

"That'd be nice."

He did. Watched her squirm and part her legs slightly at the warmth to pour into her, too. Listening to the quiet sigh of appreciation, he smiled, "Better?"

"Loads."

The word made him think about something he shouldn't be thinking about when his student was around. Made him fantasize about slamming her down on his cock right there; in the backseat of his car, until she'd cry from the pleasure as she bounced, and bounced, and bounced and he indeed did stuff his load right into her damn womb. He just knew that her pussy would be warm to wrap around his dick after all the damn heat he was making her endure, now.

Naruto bit the inside of his cheek so hard that he nearly drew blood. Perhaps it'd be better to crash the car, after all. "How far are we from your home?"

"About fifteen minutes," she said, staring out the window, "But, it's completely all right if you drop me off at the nearest bus station, Sir. I wouldn't want to be a bother."

"I don't mind," he grit out, indecent thoughts tumbling one after the other, "It's Friday... I've got all the time in the world."

"Yeah?" she giggled, shuffling in her seat again, "No party to run home to?"

"I've partied enough during my twenties, Miss l/n," he replied with a low chuckle. "So, no. No party."

Silence. And then; "How about a wife?"

He quirked an eyebrow at the question. But instead of scolding her for prodding at his privacy like an educator following the fucking code would; Naruto instead decided to bite into the challenge, "I'm not married."

"Oh?"

"Before you judge me as to why I am not; I don't recall a boyfriend offering you a ride home in all this rain."

She scoffed, "That's because I don't have a boyfriend."

He threw her a wary side-glance, "How so?" This was getting personal. God help him.

"Boys are jerks," she offered plainly, rolling her eyes.

He snickered. "Remind me... How old are you again?"

"Twenty-two."

"Ah," he mused, tapping the steering wheel with his index finger, "They really are jerks, then. At least at that age."

They shared a quiet laugh. "Were you one?" she questioned out of the blue.

"Hm?"

"A jerk?"

"Well," Naruto mumbled, shrugging, "A bit, yeah."

Her eyes flashed with mischief when she turned to look at him. "Why?"

"I..." his brows furrowed as he searched for the right word, "Let's just say that I wasn't exactly of the tame sort during my high school and college years."

"What does that mean; tame?" she shot out the question like a bullet. Goddamn, this girl had zero sense of formality.

"I used to party a lot." He mumbled the last bit a bit more quietly, "And everything else that came along with said partying."

"So, you did drugs?" she asked, her features blank.

Naruto nearly choked on his own spit, "Heavens no!"

"Then what?" she laughed at his wide-eyed expression.

"Just..." he sighed, scrubbing a tired hand across his face whilst gripping the steering wheel with the other, "I drank a lot, fought a bit, and had fun with quite a few girls. That's it."

"I don't understand how that makes you a jerk, though?"

"I wasn't always nice to the girls," Naruto admitted finally, the tips of his ears searing red. "But that's all in the past, now."

"Bummer."

"What?"

"Hm?" she hummed, both of her eyebrows shooting up. She ran her fingers through her hair, "So, you were, excuse the term, Professor; a fuckboy?"

Naruto's lips twitched at the corners. "I suppose so."

She stared at him for a long moment. Studied him thoroughly, until he couldn't help but glance back. "What is it?"

"Nothing," she uttered, shrugging, "I just can't see it."

"Can't see what?"

"You being a fuckboy."

He blinked. Stopping at a red light, he turned to look at her properly now, "What's that supposed to mean, Miss l/n?"

"I'm sorry, but you're just so..." she tilted her head lightly to the side as she studied him again, snickering lightly, "Mellow." She even did him the courtesy of gesturing all over him as if to further prove her point.

Naruto stared at her, the expression on his face blank; unreadable. His student had struck a nerve with the sly comment. Had made him see red. Sure, he had just entered his thirties, and his college days were long behind him, but he was still fun. She had no clue how fun he could get. Perhaps he'd show her.

No, not perhaps. He had to show her. To prove her wrong. This was his dignity they were talking about, for crying out loud!

And so, with a heart that hammered with offence and the need to prove himself, Naruto repeated,

"Hah... You think I'm mellow?"

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Naruto had no idea how it had happened.

One second he was staring at her as she kept giggling at his expense, and the next one he was pushing her on his cock in the backseat of his car in an abandoned parking lot. He hadn't even managed to take his pants off, just kind of fumbled with the button and zipper until his dick had been freed just enough for him to slam it right inside her tight, little pussy.

The sensation nearly made his vision spin. It had certainly been a while since he had gotten his dick wet. And speaking of wet; this girl was drenched. If there wouldn't be a mess spilled all over his black denims when they were finished with this, then he could proclaim himself as the modern son of God and wear the Pope's hat.

Holding her pretty panties to the side with trembling fingers, Naruto sighed at the sticky warmth to hug his girth now. Sweat covered his brow when he grit out, "You can't tell anyone about this, y/n."

His voice was nearly a growl that vibrated against her lips when he kissed her, latching his hot, panting mouth to hers. The way his tongue overtook her own made a shiver run along the entire length of her spine. This was definitely not the same polite, courteous man she was used to seeing on the hallways of the university every other day.

No, this was a beast.

"I won't," she whimpered, her legs spasming around his waist as she tried to ease herself down on him, "I-I promise I won't, Mr. Uzumaki."

"Fuck your promise, I want you to swear it to me," he groaned, hiking up her plaid skirt. They were still completely dressed from the chaos that had just begun to ensue, "I could lose my job if someone found out. So fucking swear it to me right now, or I'll make sure you won't be able to sit in class on Monday. Much less walk properly."

Monday?!

"I sw-swear," she sucked in a sharp breath when he pushed further, painfully stretching her to the point where she feared she might just burst, "I swear I won't tell anyone! Fuck...!"

He bucked his hips upward, nearly making her eyes cross. The grin to meet her eyes was worse than complacent, "Tell 'em what? That your Professor is fucking that pretty cunt of yours? That you're riding him like a filthy slut?"

"Yes, yes! All of that, mmh...!" she groaned, head lolling backwards at the pressure within her lower stomach. He could feel her toes curl against his thighs when he stretched her even further. Naruto was relentless, he'd fill up every single inch of her warm pussy, until she'd end up gushing on his cock. He swore that he would.And he was just upset enough to actually do it.

'Mellow', she had called him. Fuck that. Serves her right.

"Say it," Naruto breathed, his broad hand tangling into her hair. He traced his fingertips across her scalp before he yanked a handful of her hair so harshly that she cried out, "Say that you're a filthy slut, who enjoys riding her Professor's cock."

Her eyes brimmed with hot tears, her upper lip profoundly quivering when she uttered, "I'm a filthy slut, who enjoys riding her Professor's cock." The sound of how weak and ashamed her voice sounded when she said it made a wildfire erupt within his chest. Made him want to roar.

"Well, aren't you a naughty girl for enjoying something that dirty, huh? What would your father think of you?" he snarled in reply, his eyes blazing with wickedness, "Is that the reason why you come to my class dressed like a goddamn whore twice a week? Why you taunt me and make my dick hard behind the desk with all those tiny skirts of yours? 'Cause you wanna get slammed in 'em by me?"

Dear god, he was going to ruin her. Bit by bit.

"Yes, that's exactly the reason!" she cried out again, squeezing her eyes shut when he sank his teeth into her neck. "I-I did it all just to tempt you."

"You're such a bitch, y/n," he grunted, teeth gritting together when she rolled her hips against his own, "All you do is bring trouble into my life... Look at what you're making me do right now. This is all your fault."

"My fault?" she moaned as he quickened his pace, meeting her halfway everytime she slammed back down on him. The sounds of arousal to bounce off the sides of his car were so indecent that they made her blush like a sucker. She looked down at him - her Professor. At his heavy-lidded eyes which were glazed over with lust and the smug, crooked grin which was slightly bigger on one side than the other. He was dazzling; absolutely perfect. Especially like this. Flushed and sweaty, and so fucking happy that she was bouncing on top of him.

"My fault." she accepted his claim now, kissing him again, "Entirely my fault, Mr. Uzumaki."

"It's Naruto," he grunted, his warm tongue stroking her bottom lip, "How about you learn my fuckin' name, before you sit on my dick, you cock-thirsty slut? Or is it not important for you to know the name of the man you fuck?"

"I'm sorry, Naruto." she purred, wincing when he smacked her ass in warning. His broad hands caressed her curves. She nearly lost it when he squeezed the soft flesh; made it burn. He was on the brink of tearing her fucking panties off.

"You can apologize by making me cum, sweetheart." he whispered, the beam of his teeth tantalizing and dangerous, "I've had a long day of enduring your stupid teasing."

"How?" she mumbled, face red. The poor girl had no idea what got him going past the edge.

"Figure it out," he drawled nonchalantly, "Or we're staying here, until you're begging me to stop pounding your cunt."

She bit her lip as she studied him. Loosened his tie and undid the first two buttons of his navy blue dress shirt with nimble fingers before carefully pressing her lips to the crook of his neck. Her nails dug into his crisp button-up now; curling around his broad shoulders as she kissed, nibbled and sucked on the sweet spot just beneath his jaw. She could hear his breathing stagger every time she dragged her tongue across the freshly-forming bruise.

"I'm so happy that you're letting me ride you, Professor," she whispered, kissing his earlobe, "After all, your cock is so big, Naruto... You're so much better than the silly boys I usually fuck."

He quickened his pace, his hips jerking against her own. This was it.

She bit back another moan when he wrapped both of his arms around her, pressing her against his heaving chest, "I've always wanted to fuck a man. A proper, strong man that would know how to take care of my pussy. Not some silly, little boys that don't even know how to use their dicks."

"y/n," he warned, his voice hoarse.

She didn't stop, only rolled her hips against his own even harder in order to chase that extra friction they both needed, "They're nothing compared to you, Professor. I'm so lucky." Faster, faster, faster. Fucking faster!

"Nobody could fuck me better than you, Naruto."

The words were his undoing.

And the warm cum he had spilled within her was her elevation.

The face she made when she came, made him outright gawk at her. This wasn't the last time he'd fuck her. No, because in that exact moment; Naruto had realised that he was going to own her body on every single flat surface of his home, his classroom, his car - his everything.

Because this was fun. He was fun.

Losing themselves, their mouths connected yet again; teeth clashing and spit exchanging as they filled their very souls with muffled moans, curses and pleas. Naruto pressed her against him as her warm, gushy walls milked every last drop from him, tightening around him to the point it hurt. She just clung onto him, cursing him and his entire bloodline underneath her breath.

He could only laugh whilst stroking her hair.

"How's that for mellow, sweetheart?"

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jungshookz · 3 years ago

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smitten: y/n's note is in jungkook's bag and she needs to get it back like, right now

➺ pairing; jeon jungkook x reader

➺ genre; smitten!miniseries!! bff!kook & smitten!y/n!! university!au!! honk honk humour!! the boo hoo angsty wattpad-energy fic of your dreams!! unrequited love!! it hurts so bad but that's what makes it so good!!

➺ wordcount; 7.1k

➺ summary; y/n realizes her meticulously written i love you note is burning a hole at the bottom of jungkook's bag and the mere thought of him finding it is enough to make her feel sick to her stomach.

➺ what to expect; "well, maybe the reason why you're just friends is because the two of you won't allow yourselves to be more than that."

➺ smitten: part one [the almost confession]

»»————- 🖤 ————-««

[previously, on smitten...]

what?

where the hell is it?

you reach into the side pockets and you're disappointed when you end up pulling out old tissues and empty gum wrappers

it's not in the front pocket either — just your keys, a pack of bubblegum, and a small bottle of hand sanitizer

your brows knit together in deep thought as you settle back against your seat, your eyes flickering to the side as you-

you immediately pale

oh my god.

you're positive that your heart stops beating for three whole seconds the moment you realize where exactly the note is — because no, you idiot, you didn't shove it into your own bag earlier-

the note is in jungkook's bag.

»»————- 🖤 ————-««

the next thirty or so minutes of class seem to drag on at a snail's pace and you find yourself checking the time on your phone every five seconds to see when you can finally dart out those doors

your first instinct was to immediately get up and leave because of course you wanted to immediately get up and leave, but with only twenty-ish people in the class and the fact that you're seated near the front... well, it would be a little awkward to just pack up your things and trek up towards the doors without a legitimate excuse (you were tempted to tell your professor that your stomach wasn't feeling very good but the thought of your peers associating you with explosive diarrhea quickly changed your mind)

so, you decided to be a good student and wait it out — but, being perfectly honest, you haven't really been paying much attention to the professor since the thought of you shoving your hi bestie, i'm head-over-heels in love with you note into jungkook's bag instead of yours contaminated your mind five minutes ago

...

you let out a little huff before shaking your head to yourself

how could you be so careless?!

you don't even know how it happened

your bag was sitting on your right thigh, jungkook's bag was sitting on your left thigh... so how the hell did you manage to shove it into his bag??

on the bright side, at least you know where it is, right?

it's in the right side pocket of the bag, so all you have to do is unzip it and stick your hand in and out really quickly without jungkook noticing you rummaging around in his belongings

...but what if he's already read the note?

your foot taps impatiently against the carpeted ground and you reach up and start tugging at your earlobe anxiously, your eyes flickering up towards the dusty analog clock hanging on the wall

c'mon... c'mon...

your grip tightens around your pencil as you continue to trace circles aimlessly on the page, the paper crinkling slightly from the amount of pressure you're putting on it

the stress that's currently eating away at you is probably going to take ten years off your life

"-so, that's pretty much it from me for the day!"

you don't think you've ever been so happy for a class to end as soon as the screen goes black at the front and you waste absolutely no time in packing up

you probably look insane trying to shove your laptop and your notebook into your bag at the same time but you couldn't care less at this point because you need to get the hell out of here

"-please remember to contribute to the discussion threads online... at least four responses, please, and none of those bullshit 'yes, i agree!' responses. i'm definitely not going to count those as participation marks-"

you close your bag with a sharp ziiiip! and you hurry to fold the squeaky desk back into place, a couple of people turning to glance at you for the sudden abundance of clattering and knocking coming from your direction

"excuse me, pardon me-" you pull your backpack on as you step over multiple sets of legs, trying your best not to trample on any feet or knock anyone's tooth out with your bag, "sorry! excuse me-"

you can feel the adrenaline pumping through your veins as you jog up the steps two at a time, your brain immediately mapping out the route to the library jungkook said he'd be at

best case scenario: he hasn't found the note and your friendship with him is still very much in tact

worst case scenario: he found the note and is currently reading it at this point in time and your friendship with him is starting to crumble but you still have a chance to swoop in and pick up the pieces

the absolutely worst case ever in the entire world scenario: he's found the note, he's read the note, he's processed the note, and your friendship with him has been completely annihilated and now he's planning to change his name and leave the country so that he doesn't have to confront you about it

you use your shoulder to shove the doors open before bursting out into the open air, ignoring the concerned glances you're starting to receive from your obviously frazzled state

"oh god, oh god, oh god-!" your backpack flops wildly against your back as you rush down the narrow brick steps leading towards the main boulevard

realistically, jungkook's probably found and read the note, so all you have to do is come up with a short monologue about how all of it was fake and that the note was just a sick, twisted prank of some kind

i know that the note makes it seem like i'm telling you that i'm in love with you, but that's not the truth at all!

"woah, watch it-!"

you accidentally knock into someone's shoulder while sprinting down the lane and you turn around for a second just to hold a hand out while flashing the stranger a sheepish smile

"sorry! so sorry-" you turn back around, reaching up to keep your glasses secured on the top of your head as you continue to sprint, your sneakers slapping down against the pavement

as you read in the note, i made a point about how since we're friends, we should be honest with each other... and honestly, there are nothing but lies in the note! and there's a lesson in that, you know? words can be full of lies but we, as human beings, should be full of truths-

"nope, hate that-" you shake your head and immediately scrunch up that mental piece of paper before tossing it into your brain's garbage bin

you'd sound like an obnoxious philosophy student if you hit him with that explanation

it was a prank! i want to start a prank war with you and this is how i'm kicking things off!

that... that could work, right?

that's not bad!

just tell him that you wanted to start a prank war with him so you decided to go big or go home with an i love you, best friend note to see how he would react!

"so stupid-" you mutter to yourself, slowing down to a jog as you approach the doors to the library, "so, so stupid-"

the Super Epic Prank War ROFL XD™ explanation isn't the greatest excuse but it's the best you can do on such short notice

thankfully, it doesn't take you very long to track down jungkook considering the fact he always sits in the same area every time the two of you come here

your feet come to a screeching halt the moment you spot him and you quickly step to the side to hide behind the wall

you slowly lean over a little to peek at him

he has his headphones on and he's busy typing away at his laptop and you can tell he's concentrating really hard because he has that cute frown on his face and occasionally he'll mutter something to himself

jungkook in intense focus mode is something you find to be very endearing :-)

...

you quickly shake your head to snap yourself out of your daze before focusing on jungkook's face again

he certainly doesn't look like he just read an explosive love letter...

you could still be safe!

...for now, that is.

"okay, y/n-" you stand up straight and let out a breath, giving yourself a mental pat on the head in an effort to calm your nerves, "better sooner than later, right? just- you just have to rip it off like a bandaid-"

your anxiety seems to build with every step that brings you closer to jungkook and you can almost hear the jaws theme song playing all around you

da-dum

jungkook, i swear i have a perfectly logical explanation for this...

da-dum

i know the note does a very convincing job of making it seem like i'm in love with you, but that couldn't be farther from the truth!

da-dum, da-dum

consider this your initiation into our very serious prank war, my friend!

dadumdadumdumdumbdumbdumbthisissuchadumbdumbidea-

"hi!" you greet a little too enthusiastically, trying your best not to make it seem like you just sprinted across campus to get to him even though you very clearly did

"sorry, seat's reserv- y/n?" jungkook looks up from his laptop before frowning, quickly glancing back down at his screen to check the time as he pulls his headphones off to hang around his neck, "aren't you- didn't your class end, like, literally a minute ago? why are you so- did you run here??" he asks incredulously, getting up from his seat as his brows knit together in concern

"no, no! of course i didn't run here, silly- oh, god, give me a sec-" you wheeze, bending down and gripping onto the back of the wooden chair in front of you as you try to catch your breath, your chest still falling and rising at a concerning pace from the physical stress of sprinting and the mental stress of the current situation, "it was more of a- of a brisk walk, if you think about it- jesus, i think i'm gonna throw up-"

"okay, you need to drink some water- come and sit next to me-" jungkook reaches out to help lead you around the table towards him, "god, i don't know why you thought you had to run over, it's not like i was planning on going anywhere-"

"i'm fine, kook, it's fine-"

"you're, like, literally radiating heat," jungkook turns you around and pulls your bag off your back before pulling out a chair and helping you into it, "and your face is all red!" he frowns, setting your bag down on the table and unzipping it to pull out your water bottle

"my face is always this red!" you force out a casual laugh, waving your hand to dismiss him as you lean back against the seat, "i'm fine, it's fine-"

"shut up and take a sip-" jungkook untwists the cap of your water bottle before shoving it into your hands and gently lifting it up towards your mouth, his head tilting up a little so he can check and see if you're actually drinking anything, "c'mon, hydrate yourself-"

you swallow a couple gulps of water before pulling the bottle away and reaching up to wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, "god, i love water-"

"yeah, i bet." jungkook chuckles, visibly more relieved now that he knows you won't be passing out from exhaustion anytime soon

as you put your water bottle away, your eyes lower towards jungkook's backpack slouching against the leg of his chair and almost immediately the anxiety that you thought you'd just swallowed down bubbles right back up

"so, are you going to tell me why you're acting like the cops are after you?" jungkook jokes, taking his seat before pulling his headphones off and setting them down next to his laptop

"i just, um-" you press your lips together as you slowly start to lean down, stretching your arm out towards the pocket, "i just wanted to see you, buddy!"

"i don't believe that for a second." jungkook snorts, turning to look at you

you shoot straight back up and pull your arm up and behind your head as if you're in the middle of a good stretch, "hey, what's with that tone? it's not a crime for me to want to see you-"

"you saw me at lunch! and that was only like an hour and a half ago-" jungkook turns his head to look back at his screen and you quickly revert back to your mission impossible secret agent mode

the forced smile drops from your face and you lean back down, your fingers blindly feeling for the cool metal of the zipper

"you know, you actually came at just the right time-" jungkook speaks up again and you pause just in case you need to pull away from his bag, but he makes no move to turn and look at you, "ji-eun was about to leave for her class but now you can meet her before she goes off!"

"uh-huh..." your tongue pokes out in concentration as you unzip the pocket in one swift movement, immediately sticking your hand in and feeling around for the balled-up piece of paper, "sounds gre-"

hold on, what did he just say?

you shoot back up

"did you just-" you choke and reach up to pat your chest gently, "i'm sorry, did you just say that ji-eun was here?"

"uh-huh!" jungkook nods, "i didn't know she had a spare at the same time as i did so i was surprised when she came over to say hi- it turns out our schedules are, like, sort of similar which oddly makes me kind of happy-"

it's at that moment that you notice the cherry-patterned tote bag slumped in the chair sitting across from you and you let out a nervous chuckle as you shift in your seat, "great! great, that's so- great, it's great that i'm meeting ji-eun today, out of all days..." you trail off, glancing around warily as you try to come up with some kind of an exit strategy

you're just really not in the mood to meet the love of jungkook's life today

you've already been hit with so many blows and it's only two in the afternoon-

"sorry that took so long! i couldn't find a bin but i bumped into my friends and they said they'd throw it out for me-"

oh, you have got to be kidding me.

your eyes widen in mild panic upon immediately recognizing ji-eun to be the girl who had overheard your entire monologue in the bathroom earlier today — and from the way her eyes flicker, it seems as though she remembers exactly who you are as well

"oh, no worries!" jungkook beams at ji-eun before pointing to you with his thumb, "this is my friend, by the way. the one i was talking about earlier! y/n, this is ji-eun."

you stay quiet as you continue staring up at ji-eun, your mind racing a mile a minute as you consider your current options

you can pretend like you've never met her before or you can make things awkward by telling jungkook that you met her today after she'd emptied her bladder

"...y/n?" jungkook lowers his voice, nudging you with his elbow before letting out a nervous chuckle, "please say something."

"i- yes, hello!" you blurt out, the feet of your chair scraping against the rough carpet as you get up from your seat to stick your hand out towards ji-eun, "it's- ah- it's- it's so nice to meet you! i'm y/n."

ji-eun stays quiet for a second before her lips turn up in a polite smile and she reaches towards you, gently taking your outstretched hand in hers (for the record, her hands are shockingly soft and supple), "it's lovely to meet you... as well, y/n. i love your glasses!"

you can't help but notice the immediate warmth that seems to surround ji-eun and suddenly it makes a lot more sense as to why jungkook's attracted to her

you're about as comforting as stepping into a puddle of water while wearing socks

you feel a slight sense of relief seeing that ji-eun is playing along but your new concern is whether or not she's connected the dots that your monologue in the bathroom was dedicated to jungkook

you didn't actually say his name when you were talking out loud, so you might be able to get away with this...

"oh, these old things?" you reach up to feel the glasses sitting on top of your head before flicking your hand at her, "i bought them on amazon. they're blue-light glasses- i can totally send you the link if you want."

"that would actually be great!" she gasps, nodding enthusiastically, "i desperately need a pair of blue-light glasses- seriously, i stared at my laptop screen for, like, ten hours straight today and i really feel like they're about to roll out of my head-"

"oh my god, don't even get me started. at this point it'd probably feel better to rip them right out of their sockets-"

"ji-eun, you ready?"

"let's gooo, i wanna get an iced coffee before we head off to class."

you and ji-eun don't get a chance to continue bonding over the pain of sore eyes when you're suddenly interrupted by two new voices

you look up to see two guys approaching the table and you subtly push your seat back a bit as you prepare yourself to say hello again

"oh! yeah, i'm ready, sorry-" ji-eun gestures towards you with a smile, "this is- this is jungkook's friend, by the way. y/n, these are my friends."

"hi, hello-" you get up from your seat again to stick your hand out, offering the two (very handsome, might you add) strangers a friendly smile, "i'm y/n, jungkook's friend- but you- you already knew that because that's what ji-eun just said-"

"i'm taehyung! you can call me tae-" the corners of taehyung's mouth immediately raise in a bright grin and he gives your hand a firm shake before nodding next to him, "and this is jimin!"

"hi..." you trail off, turning to give jimin a handshake as well, "so nice to meet you!"

"oh, i just- i actually just washed my hands, so-" jimin chuckles, looking down at your hand before taking a small step back, "but it's nice to meet you... jungkook's friend."

ooh

is it just you or did it suddenly get a little icy in here?

"oh, no problem! um, yeah, you too." you pull your hand back before swallowing nervously and forcing the polite smile back on your face, "i like your jacket, by the way! it looks really cool."

maybe it's because he's wearing giant sunglasses indoors but you can't help but feel slightly intimidated by jimin

you can't see his eyes but you can certainly feel them on you and you're definitely getting the vibe that jimin is already not the biggest fan of you for some weird reason

"thank you." he responds curtly, smoothing a hand over the leather before looking down at ji-eun, "so can we go now?"

"mhm!" ji-eun gets up from her chair before pushing it back into place, pulling her tote back up onto her shoulder before flashing a sweet smile at jungkook, "see you later, alligator."

"in a while, crocodile!" jungkook responds enthusiastically, watching with twinkly eyes as she turns and heads off towards the exit with jimin and taehyung glued at either side of her

god

she even walks prettily

and you were literally clomping down the boulevard like a feral caveman a second ago

you wait until they've disappeared to turn and face jungkook with a raised eyebrow, "...jimin was kind of a bitch."

"hey, play nice!" jungkook frowns, reaching over to give your arm a gentle whack, "he's a fashion major! ji-eun says being snooty is part of the degree requirements-" he grins, shaking his head slightly before leaning back against his chair, "she's, like, super funny."

"mm." you hum, still feeling a little uneasy about your interaction with jimin

you just hate it when first meetings don't go well and that first meeting definitely wasn't super great

but it wasn't like you did anything wrong, right?

you were great!

snooty jimin was the one who was being rude

whatever

hopefully you won't have to hang out with him too often if jungkook and ji-eun become an item

maybe you can just stick with taehyung!

he seems to be a lot friendlier

"oh, by the way, i-" you're suddenly reminded of your main mission and you turn to point down at jungkook's bag, "it's not a big deal, but i- i accidentally shoved something in your bag earlier and- could i just get it back from you?"

"you did?" jungkook frowns, leaning down to pick his bag up before unzipping it all the way and pulling both flaps open, "what was it?"

"it was- uh- just some notes on a scrap piece of paper!" you immediately feel the weight lift from your shoulders at jungkook's cluelessness to the situation, "i put it in the right side pocket-"

"wait, are you talking about, like, a balled up thing of paper?" jungkook pauses before looking up at you with wide eyes, "oh, shit- was it important??"

"um, i wouldn't call it important-" you snort, shaking your head, "is it not there? i swore it was in the right side pocket-"

"no, no, it was there! it was there, i just- ji-eun needed to spit her gum out and i thought it was one of my scrap pieces of paper-" jungkook winces, grabbing his phone and unlocking it with fumbling fingers, "i'm so sorry, y/n- let me text ji-eun and ask her which garbage can she threw it into and i can go dig it out-"

"no, no, it's okay!" you nearly let out a screech of delight knowing that your note now has a slobbery wad of gum in it and is living at the bottom of a trash can, "it's fine, i just- they were just boring notes for something. i just wanted to see if i had really shoved it into your bag or not."

"oh, okay-" jungkook's shoulders immediately slump and he sets his phone down on the table, "you're sure it wasn't important?"

"100%." you hold both hands out with a chuckle, "i needed to throw it out anyway so i guess ji-eun actually did me a favour-"

"okay, phew." jungkook sighs, zipping his bag back up and plopping it back down on the ground next to his feet, "anyways- i'm actually glad you're here because now you can help me plan out my date! i was working on it but then ji-eun came and obviously i couldn't have that google doc open in front of her-" he turns his laptop to show you all of his hard work with a grin, "check it out! i have a list of things i need to buy, i have outfit ideas, i even went on pinterest for inspiration-"

"wow, kook-" your eyes bulge out for a second at the sight of the extensive and shockingly organized google doc before you reach over to pull his laptop closer towards you, "i... i really don't think i've ever seen you... even make a google doc before-"

he even has the sunset time written down for the date

why would he need to know what time the sun is setting??

"i have everything planned for next week." jungkook pulls his laptop back to him as you settle back against your seat, "i already emailed my landlord to ask if i would even be allowed to hang out on the rooftop and he said it would be fine! he also reminded me to keep a brick wedged between the door so that i don't lock us up on the rooftop-"

"so you're definitely going with the rooftop picnic, then?"

"oh, i'm actually changing it to a rooftop dinner instead of a picnic." jungkook shakes his head before giving you a half-hearted shrug, "i think a picnic is cute but i really wanna try to impress her, y'know? i ordered this thing on amazon just now- basically, it's a medium-sized inflatable bubble tent! the description says it's perfect for two people and- i'm gonna, like-" he pauses and looks away from his screen towards you with a smile, "well, you know, i'm gonna do what you said and i'm gonna stuff it full of blankets and pillows and... hopefully i can string up fairy lights and stuff on the inside... so that after the date we can go in there and just talk and not have to worry about getting attacked by mosquitos!"

"wow, that's-" you cross your arms over your chest before leaning back and looking up towards the ceiling, "huh. that's actually a cute idea, kook. i wouldn't have been able to come up with something like that. i didn't even know transparent tents existed."

"i know." jungkook gives you a smug little smile before bursting into a grin, "but yeah, that's it! all we have to do is go and pick up all the supplies and stuff."

"we?" you frown, looking back down at jungkook, "i... wasn't aware i was part of this plan..."

"what? of course you are!" jungkook snorts, looking at you as if a third eye just sprouted from your forehead, "obviously you have to help me-"

"well, i just don't know if that's-" you chuckle uneasily as you rub the back of your neck, "i really- i don't wanna get in your way, you know? maybe you should- maybe you should just take care of all of this yourself! i mean, you basically planned everything already-"

"what? but- but you're my-" jungkook deflates and you instantly feel bad upon seeing his eyes suddenly turn sad, "okay..."

you press your lips together and wait for him to say something else but the next few seconds are filled with nothing but awkward silence and the faint buzzing of the fluorescent lights hanging above you

you'd jump off a cliff if jungkook asked you to but helping him prepare and set up his date is something that you,.., definitely would not enjoy.,.,

but then again, this isn't about you, is it?

this is about jungkook, your friend, and he needs your help to set up this very important date that-

oh, damnit.

"i'm-" you clear your throat as you sit up in your seat, reaching over to give jungkook's hand a pat, "no, of course i'll help, kook. i just thought that- well, this date seems so important to you that i thought you wanted to take care of all the details yourself!"

the bright smile immediately returns to jungkook's face and you resist the urge to call him out on so blatantly guilt-tripping you like that-

"yes! you're the best!"

"i know."

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although you and jungkook are practically inseparable on campus (and some would say it might be healthy for the two of you to give each other a little bit of space) — you don't think you'll ever say no to hanging out with him downtown

of course, hanging out with jungkook downtown would be a lot more fun if it weren't for the fact that the two of you have basically spent the entire day shopping for all the things he needs for his date

and if it weren't for the fact that he paid for lunch and treated you to a cake pop and a venti-sized iced coffee, you would probably be livid about having to carry everything for him because you really feel like your arms are about to pop right off in about two seconds

fancy cutlery, porcelain plates, fluffy throw pillows, a giant blanket, fairy lights... at this point he might as well buy an entire house for ji-eun

and look, you know you probably sound bitter and that-should-be-me about this whole situation, but that couldn't be farther from the truth!

it's just that listening to someone you like gushing about the person that they like for an entire day while you're carrying bags full of things for their date can get a little mentally and physically exhausting so if you're grouchy right now it's really not your fault

"i think we might have to call an uber back to your place, jungkook-" you mutter, adjusting the hefty tote bag over your shoulder with a grunt as you trail behind him on the sidewalk, "bringing all of this on the bus is going to piss people off-"

you stumble over your feet a little when the bag in your right hand knocks into a garbage can and you curse to yourself while resisting the urge to kick the damn thing over

"okay, grumpy, we'll call an uber home-" jungkook spins around with a smile before raising the notepad in his hand and tapping against it with his pen, "i just have one more thing i have to take care of and then we can go!"

"okay, well-" you set the bags down onto the ground with a fwump! before rubbing your sore palms together, "what else do you have to get?"

jungkook offered to help carry a couple of things but you insisted that you'd take it all and that he should just focus on ticking off all of the items on his list

you wince at the sight of the pinkish-red imprints now embedded into your palms from the straps of the bags

obviously you've now come to regret your generous offer

"flowers!" jungkook chirps, using his pen to point to the flower shop a couple of shops down, "i have to greet ji-eun with a bouquet of flowers as pretty as she is-"

"yeah, i understand-" you adjust the two bags on both shoulders before bending down to pick up the other two on the ground, "also, i'm not a genius or anything but i'm pretty sure the flowers aren't going to survive until the date if you buy them now-"

"duh, obviously not- i'm going to place an order now and then pick them up on the day of the date!" jungkook tsks, waiting for you to join his side before he begins walking towards the flower shop, "thanks for doing all of this for me, by the way. you really are the best." he hums, hurrying over to open the door for you

"i... yeah, of course, kook." you feel yourself soften slightly as soon as you see the sweet little smile on his face and you quickly scold yourself in your head for being so curt with him all day, "that's what friends are for, right?"

"mhm!" jungkook slaps his hands down on your shoulders from behind before giving them a squeeze, "and i am so letting you choose whatever you want for dinner tonight-"

"hello!"

"oh, jesus-" you and jungkook are immediately greeted by an overenthusiastic employee as soon as you step into the shop and you honestly probably would've knocked him out with one of your shopping bags if they weren't so heavy-

"are you two looking for anything in particular?" he smiles kindly before gesturing towards the large selection of flowers all around you, "we have flowers of all kinds! roses, tulips, lilies- i can even show you flowers from our new tropical selection-"

"actually-" jungkook nudges you aside before glancing down at the employee's nametag, "seokjin, i'd like to place an order for a custom bouquet, if that's okay."

"ah, a custom bouquet!" seokjin claps his hands and rubs them together enticingly, "what are you celebrating? i need to know so that i can help pick out the perfect flowers for your bouquet."

"well, i don't know if it's a celebration-" jungkook chuckles, his cheeks pinking slightly as he reaches up to rub the back of his neck, "it's for a first date."

"a first date!!" seokjin gasps excitedly before turning his head to look at you, "you must be so-"

"-oh, not for me!" you let out a laugh before shaking your head quickly, "it's- it's definitely not for me. i'm just here to provide moral support and-" you lift one of the bags to show him, "muscular support."

"ah, i see... okay, well- why don't i take you around and introduce you to the different candidates you could consider for your bouquet?" seokjin turns back to look at jungkook, "each flower you choose will be very important in showing your future lover how much you care about them-" he pauses when he notices you hovering behind jungkook and he leans over a little with a bright smile, "why don't you go and wait by the front counter, darling? you can put everything down there and take a little break. there's some cucumber water and fresh puff pastry apple roses up at the front if you're interested!"

"well, i can't say no to free food." you snort, nodding before turning to head towards the front counter, "i'll just wait for you over there, then..."

you nearly let out a moan of relief as soon as you set all the bags down and you twist your upper body to the right and to the left until you feel the a satisfying pop! of your spine cracking back in place

your body was not made to carry heavy things

in fact, you'd like to argue that your body was made to lie down and do nothing

you take a seat on the wooden stool before turning to look at the apple roses sitting prettily in the display case and you almost feel like you shouldn't touch them even though seokjin offered them to you

even the pitcher of cucumber water looks too nice to touch

this place is awfully fancy

you didn't even know flower shops could be this fancy

you prop both elbows up on the counter before leaning back comfortably, your eyes lazily scanning around the store

"$15 for a single rose?" you gawk at the little wooden sign poking out from a large bouquet of neatly wrapped long-stem roses before making a face, "god."

you can't even imagine how much a custom bouquet is going to cost if a single rose is fifteen bucks

"-also write a note for you and attach it to the bouquet, if you're interested in that. it'll be an additional five dollars, but we handwrite it on the highest quality card stock with the most beautiful calligraphy and we even spray it with perfume-"

you perk up when you hear seokjin's voice and you look to see him and jungkook coming over to you

you have to admit that seokjin is great at his job because he's doing a good job at milking every dollar out of jungkook-

"yeah, that would be great!" jungkook nods enthusiastically, pulling his backpack off before unzipping it to grab his wallet, "i think a small note might be cute-"

"oh, that reminds me!" seokjin stops in his tracks right as he's about to lift the wooden slab to get behind the counter, "would you be interested in purchasing a teddy bear as well? if you add a teddy bear to your order, i'll give you a slight discount on the flowers."

"ooh, a discount!" jungkook gasps and you turn your head slightly so seokjin won't see you rolling your eyes at how much he's forcing jungkook to buy

you respect the hustle but this is too much

"where are the teddy bears?"

"right by the flowers!" seokjin smiles, wrapping an arm around jungkook's shoulders and spinning him around, "we can round back and take a look-"

"okay, i think i have to cut in here-" you chuckle, reaching out and grabbing the back of jungkook's elbow, "you don't- you don't think a bouquet of flowers and a teddy bear is a little too much for a first date?" you clear your throat quietly before offering a shrug, "i feel like that's just... a lot, kook. i mean, i would be overwhelmed if-"

"well, i guess it's a good thing i'm not taking you out on a date then, right?" jungkook teases, wiggling his arm out of your grip before turning back to look at seokjin, "onward to the bears, my good man!"

ouch

"yeah." you can't help but frown as jungkook and seokjin head back towards the flowers, "thanks for the reminder."

"that's gotta hurt."

"god-" you jump at the sudden appearance of an employee standing behind the counter and you place a hand over your chest before letting out a breath, "you scared me!"

"sorry." he shrugs, "we polished the floors this morning so my shoes are making, like, no noise."

"oh."

a moment of silence passes while you turn to face away from him again, but all of a sudden-

"so he really can't tell that you like him, huh?"

"you-" you immediately straighten up and your head spins around so fast that you're surprised you didn't complete decapitate yourself, "excuse me??"

"what? it's obvious." the employee snorts, spraying cleaner onto the counter before reaching up to yank the tattered rag off his shoulder, "it's painfully obvious, actually-"

you can feel your entire face starting to go red as this complete stranger continues to rip you a new one and you hold a hand out to shut him up, "no offense, but i-i don't think this is any of your business, sir-"

"it's yoongi." yoongi looks down at his apron for a second before frowning, "huh. i forgot to put my dumb name tag on again-"

"well, yoongi-" you place emphasis on his name in an effort to intimidate him and make him go away, "you don't know what you're talking about and i suggest you mind your own business-"

"you should tell him before it's too late." yoongi doesn't seem to be all that affected by your biting tone and you roll your eyes at the way he rounds back to the topic

"what are you even talking about?"

"well, i assume you're going to be his best man at his wedding. from the way it's looking, you're certainly not going to be the bride," yoongi purses his lips as he folds up the rag into a neat little square, "you don't wanna wait until you're fixing his tie at the wedding to tell him that you love him."

"what makes you think i lo-" you cut yourself off quickly before that word slips out of your mouth, "like him?"

"if you didn't, you wouldn't be here right now." yoongi points out with a tilt of his head, "and from how smudgy your eyeliner is, it looks like you've been working hard all day."

your jaw drops slightly and you can't help but scoff

the nerve of this guy!

"who do you think you are?!"

"i'm yoongi." yoongi raises a brow, "i told you that like a second ago- wow, you are not a good listener-"

"do you usually do this with all of the customers who come here?" you interrupt, crossing your arms defensively before leaning in slightly, "you're awfully nosy-"

"i only do this with the ones that seem to have something juicy going on." yoongi hums, leaning down to put the spray bottle of cleaner under the counter, "this is a flower shop. the most exciting part of my day is watching a bumblebee choose which flower to land on."

"well, nothing juicy is going on here so-" you twist back around before sticking your nose up in the air slightly, "sorry to disappoint."

"alright, fair enough." yoongi nods to himself, letting out a sigh as he slowly backs away from the counter, "i guess i'll just leave you to... wallow in self-pity... and continue staring at your friend with cartoon hearts floating around your head-"

"'you should tell him before it's too late-'" you swivel around and slap both your palms down on the counter, "why would you- why would even say something like that?! i can't tell him. are you insane?!"

a smirk twitches at the corner of yoongi's mouth at your sudden confession and he lets out a sigh before stepping back up towards you, "and why can't you tell him?"

"because- i just can't! he's-" you clear your throat before leaning in and lowering your voice, "he's literally taking someone else out on a date- we're here to buy flowers for his date-"

"so what?" yoongi interrupts, "it's just a date. it's not like you're stopping his wedding."

"so what? because he doesn't like me back, so what's the point?" you hiss, resisting the urge to reach over and smack some common sense into this very nosy and very stubborn stranger, "this isn't a romantic comedy- and even if it was, i'm very obviously not the main character-"

"you don't know that he doesn't like you back."

...

well now he's just toying with you

"i... i can't tell if you're kidding or not-"

"do i look like i'm kidding?" yoongi asks, pointing to his poker face before shaking his head, "you don't know that he doesn't like you back. you've obviously never asked him."

"oh, please." you scoff, turning around to lean back against the counter again, "trust me, i know it."

"well, did he ever explicitly say that he didn't like you?" yoongi leans over to peek at jungkook over your shoulder, "do you have a definitive answer to this particular question?"

"no, but he doesn't have to... we're just friends." you frown, your eyes wandering over to the back of jungkook's head, "he doesn't like me. i know he doesn't. we're just friends."

we're just friends.

(saying it out loud is a lot more depressing than you thought it'd be.)

"well, maybe the reason why you're just friends is because the two of you won't allow yourselves to be more than that," yoongi suggests, your head tilting to the side slightly as you force yourself to consider his surprisingly wise words, "it's obvious that you have a solid friendship so it would suck if a relationship ruined that- so maybe he does like you and is only asking someone else out to try to force himself not to like you..."

you feel your heart skip a beat when jungkook turns to glance at you over his shoulder with a soft smile while seokjin continues rattling off about the vast choice of teddy bears available for purchase

you bite back a giggle when he mouths a desperate 'help' at you before raising his hand and twirling his finger next to his head to tell you that seokjin is fully crazy

"...so i guess what i'm trying to say is that you're never really going to know how he feels about you if you don't ask him," you tune back in to the end of yoongi's little speech and you turn your head slightly to glance back at him, "but what do i know, right? i just polish counters at high-end flower shops."

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