#yes I know the joke is that he's stupid and unwanted but LISTE N

[kommandonuovidiavoli]

"Why do you think Lou is a KND adult spy?" As I once told to dear @deyasworld:

I rest my case, your honor.

[80s4life]

The Wolf In Sheep’s Clothing

Word Count: 4,438

Status: Not Requested

Fandom: Back To The Future 1985

Relationship: Biff Tannen x Female Reader

Summary: As time is altered for a total of 2 weeks (I extended it slightly), you and Marty struggle to get his parents under control, having problem after the next. But, when an unexpected solution occurs, you find yourself willingly okay with it, soon finding the exact reason as to why.

Warnings: language, fluff, Biff being a dick, slight angst, cute Biff

Masterlist Back To The Future Masterlist

Prompts: (from this list @youneedsomeprompts​)

Y/C/S= Your Choice of Sport/ Your Chosen Sport (you don’t have to honestly play one, just choose one you like or one that comes to mind)

{gif and prompts are not mine, gif credits go to @backtothefuturemovies and credits were given above for prompts!}

No one ever said time travel was fun. No one ever said the job was easy. And no one sure as hell told you the consequences that come with it. Well, at least not before you, and your best friend, Marty McFly, had gone dead-on through a barn, sacred a neighboring family of ‘alien invasion,’ run into younger McFly parents, and altered time just enough to fuck you over for a few days.

I mean, who would’ve guessed right? Your mom just so happens to be romantically interested in you, their child. Well, that was at least in Marty’s case. For you, you had just managed to run into the biggest dickhead of the century, Biff Tannen. Or so you thought?

Making your way out of bed, you automatically go to where Marty was sleeping in the garage, waking him along with Doc up. The go-to plan for the day was to go undercover as usual students in the 50′s, secretly following Marty’s parents around, finding out where they lie in this part of time, and try to find ways into manipulating them together once more in time for Marty and you to get back home. Easy enough, right?

Groaning, Marty goes to slap your hands away weakly, mumbling something along the lines of ‘Just a few more minutes.’ You giggle slapping his hands back in an attempt to wake him up cheerily. Mornings weren’t really your forte either, so any upbeat wake-up is better than a pissy, tired, horrible morning. 

Doc, on the other hand, was happy to return the affection, getting out of bed to give a quick hug and kiss to the forehead. Then he makes his way over to the bed, going to tickle Marty’s feet as you go to tickle his sides. Finally, in a fit of laughter, Marty gets up and goes straight for the bathroom. You were going to argue him, having to use the bathroom first, but decide to just leave it be, heading for the makeshift kitchen instead.

You smile fondly as Doc and Marty play around a while later, wrestling about, cracking jokes. It was only just a few hours ago that you and Marty had witnessed the untimely death of the currently very lively man in the house. Witnessing the blood loss, the machine gun in action, and the bullets that whizzed pass with only one malicious intent: to kill. But he’s here now; he’s safe and sound, having many years until that date will arrive.

With the freshly cooked smell of eggs, toast, and pancakes, the boys straighten up, Doc clearing his throat in an attempt to organize himself, and Marty leaving his shirt ruffled as he follows the smell of deliciousness. You giggle as both men of different ages act exactly the same, piling their plates high and digging in, giving thanks through mouthfuls.

///LATER///

After breakfast had finished, you and Marty made your way to the school, not wanting to be late, and, quite frankly, not wanting to miss a second in the disaster we’re in, wanting to fix it as soon as possible. Upon entering, the building erupts in laughter, tears, screaming, perfume, cologne, aftershave, and lots and lots of both testosterone and estrogen. Fucking high school, you smile.

Going to “your locker” right besides “Marty’s,” you both place the books and supplies that are unneeded inside it and take only the things you need for the first two classes, somehow having those together. As Marty catches glimpse of his father, George McFly, he winks at you, moving to catch up to him. Rolling your eyes playfully, you turn back towards your locker, just barely missing a group of young men some ways down the hallway, locking eyes with a particularly taller man, towering almost everyone in the halls.

You pay no mind, however, being blindsided by three girls your age. Instantly, you recognize the one right in front as Lorraine, Marty’s mother. Smiling nervously, your cheeks tint only a little, being unprepared to see her so quickly, not yet having a plan made up on how you could help tackle the situation with Marty.

“Hiya! I’ve never seen you before, are you new here? I’m Lorraine Baines, and you are?” she asks cheerfully, her books clasped tightly to her chest.

Taking an obnoxiously long time staring dumbfounded, you finally realize you haven’t spoken, quickly recovering with newfound purpose and confidence, “Ah, yes! I am new here! Sorry, I’m just trying to get used to this place a tiny bit. I’m Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Well that’s quite alright, you can come with us!” she says once more in a cheery tone, taking you by the arm and lacing her arm around yours, locked elbows. You smiled, knowing exactly where Marty’s cheerful and people-person nature had come from. Walking down the halls, she had asked for my schedule, checking classes to see what we had together, “English, History, and Agriculture- Hey! You should try out for cheer leading!” 

Shaking your head lightly, “Nah, I’m more of a Y/C/S myself to be frank.”

“But...We don’t have that sport here? There are no girls sports at all actually...” Lorraine says confused. You go to cover it up, choosing to say it was a sport you play for fun at home, in the backyard. However, a beefy arm separates you momentarily from her, as the owner of the harm moves to pin her to the lockers.

You were going to walk away, figuring it was some sort of make-out session in the works, but upon looking at her before going, you notice that the man was absurdly unwanted. 

“Get your meathooks off me Biff!” she screams at the man, his huge form towering her much smaller one. Not taking the message, the pair continue to squabble, neither of them being successful in winning. The warning bell sounds over the halls and classrooms, alarming kids to get their asses moving, but it seems whoever this dick is, he feels he is greater than the school, and god forbid, knowledge.

“Hey, you do realize your not making a damn bit a difference, right? She’s not interested! And, quite frankly, it seems as if no one does! Now, if you don’t mind, could you please be kind enough to unhand her as some of us treasure a piece of mind and how to take a hint?” you finish, quite ticked off as the last bell warns, cursing under your breath as you already know your in for detention on the first day.

It finally seems that he’d caught a grip, thankfully, letting go of Lorraine’s arm and she quickly scurries out of his proximity, taking your hand to lead you to the class you both needed to be in. As you go to walk in, you are stopped by the teacher, scolding both you and Lorraine. Looking at her regrettably, she smiles defeated. So you decide to do what’s right, take the fall.

“I’m sorry sir, I didn’t know where to go as I was trying to find where all of my classes were before I ended up lost every time classes switch. I caught up to Lorraine here at some point, and as she was hurrying to this class, she was kind enough to show me where I needed to be,” you finish, sighing guiltily.

“Well, as you’ve taken acknowledgment to your mistake, then you’d be just as happy with detention. After school, on Friday, as the first week is extremely busy. As for you, Miss Baines, thank you for your help. You are off the hook for now,” the older gentleman finishes, nodding to each of you personally before turning around and beginning just one of the classes you’d have today. This is going to be fun!

///LATER///

Finally, after grueling hours of just a few of your classes, lunchtime had came round, giving you a slight break. Catching sight of Lorraine, you smile and wave, going in the direction of Marty, or Calvin Klein, as you’d heard Lorraine go on and on about. You’d known it was him the second she’d said it, the brand not yet known to man yet; or at least in this timeline, it wasn’t.

As time had went on, it was only natural for the peace to be broken, as a newly familiar face was starting to appear more and more, Biff Tannen, as you’d known his name by now. But, instead of heading towards Lorraine, he makes his way over to the table you were residing with George and Marty, sitting himself right beside you. 

At first, you were trying to ignore him, knowing his presence was there, but keeping your eyes trained on either Marty or George, eyes dancing between the two. Biff, being the everlasting child he was, tried to catch you attention, trying stupid ass things after the other: kicking your shins, pulling your ears of hair, flicking your head, and even trying to tug on the 50′s style dress you’d been forced to wear to play your part. 

Only when he goes to tug your hair once more is when you finally snap, turning a furious glare to the hulking figure beside you, shoving his shoulder in a feeble attempt to create distance. He giggles at this, his body not moving an inch at all. “You can’t be serious right now! You don’t know when to quit it, do you?!” you scream, fed up with his shit.

“Well, if you’d give me the human decency of turning your head when I’m trying to talk to you, then I wouldn’t have to pester you, now would I?” he asks in a teasing tone, no doubt taunting you, but all you do is stare him down, getting lost in a staring contest, daring him to say something again. “Alls I wanted to say was that we have detention together. Just thought I’d let you know since you got me in all that trouble this morning.”  

“Why you-!” And with that, he gets up with a shit-eating grin plastered to his face, prancing out of view and back to the table he and his gang usually sit. Watching the whole interaction, George smirks at Marty, the pair giving an unspoken mutual agreement to whatever they had both caught on to, bursting into fits of laughter moments later. 

“You have a longer tolerance than I do, I-I-I’ll tell you that much,” George says, his usual slight stutter back in place, Marty laughing once more. As George joins in again, you couldn’t fight it either, giving into the childish antics.

///LATER///

To say your week had gotten any better than the first day was a lie. It hadn’t gotten any better, and your meetings with Biff at lunch had only gotten all the more common and all the more infuriating. He’d made it his duty to agitate you in any ways possible, even resulting in whispering something nagging in your ear when you weren’t paying attention, usually doing something in your locker.

Either way, he was on the countdown to Friday, it being constantly on his mind, mentally counting down the days, hours, minutes, and even seconds until the two of you were locked in a room alone.

Unfortunately, that day had seemed to come way faster than you’d like, Friday rolling around quite quickly. School had finished, and you were making your way to the front office, awaiting a tiring 2 hours with only yourself and Biff as company for the time being. You hadn’t known where the room was, and instead of spending time looking for it, you gave up and looked for the office instead, the nice front desk lady leading you where you needed to go.

Upon entering the room, there was Biff in his prime, casually spread across his chair, legs crossed atop his desk nearest the windows. Sighing, you ignore him, deciding to sit on the opposite side of him, the front desk lady giving you a sympathetic smile before she closes the door behind her. You look at the wall, head turned away from him like the plague.

You knew it’d only last so long until he’d speak, the time coming way faster than you pleased. Given it was Friday, you couldn’t even do homework or even study in order to block him out as he started to blabber, running his mouth over stupid shit once more. Inhaling through your nose, and exhaling through your mouth slowly, you straighten in your seat, hands clutching the desk so tight, your fists turned white. 

“Biff, Sweetheart, Baby, Doll Face, Hun. Please. PLEASE. Shut up for five god damn seconds. I know you truly have nothing to say, so why do you insist on speaking so much?” you finally say, hands prying off the desk to turn in his direction exasperated. 

“Well, if you’d just talk to me, Shortcake, I wouldn’t have much to say at random,” he answers, copying your actions and posture. With this change in childish demeanor, you give in, laughing at him in an unexpected rush, running your hands through your hair tiredly. 

Although you hadn’t seen it, he’d smiled in satisfaction upon seeing you laugh, the glitter in your eyes much more captivating than it ever was when he looked at Lorraine. He hadn’t barely pestered her since you’d barreled into his life. It was weird, but he welcomed it with open arms. And for the first time, he learned what it was like to have an actual, clammy-handed, closed throat, warm, cheek-tinted, teenage crush. A crush that left his heartbeat loud and fast, breathing ragged and uneven, and his behavior out of character and out of his control. Lorraine was way under whatever level he’d placed you on, holding you up on a pedestal like you were the sun or sky.

Of course, you hadn’t taken notice to his antics, just thinking he was annoying. Just Biff being his notorious self. But, as you finally calm your breathing down, the giggles fading, you decide to give him a chance, knowing that sitting in silence is just going bore you. Smiling warmly, you say, “So what do you want to talk about then?” 

///LATER///

Grabbing your bag, you get out of your seat, giggling at a story Biff had told you. He follows your lead as well, getting his own as he lets out a bark of laughter at a certain part. You guys looked like idiots as you shoved each other down the halls, making your way out of the school as your detention had came to a close. Sighing as the warm sun radiated on your skin with the light, spring breeze, you stretch out any kinks the classroom chairs and desks had left. Biff watched you intently, your small body easily swallowed by his shadow beside you.

The sun was setting and it was getting late, although you weren’t concerned. The boys knew you wouldn’t be home ‘til late due to the detention you had initially despised. Now, you and Biff were side by side, walking peacefully to his car in the school’s parking lot. For once, he was quiet, great company to have. It was something else for sure, but you enjoyed it. As you came up towards Doc’s place, you’d realized that Biff had drove you home like a gentleman, too lost in the conversation to notice earlier on. 

Sheepishly, you itch the back of your neck, realizing your mistake and feeling guilty for making him walk all this way to now have to walk all the way home. “Ah- Sorry...I didn’t realize I’d dragged you all the way out here. Now you have to drive all the way back.”

“It’s no problem, really. I liked it. It’s nice to talk to someone other than the guys every now and then. And to have A female speak to me instead of screaming,” he answers, now being the one who is a bit shy.

“You do know that you bring that on yourself right?” you say teasingly, now leaning your head on your hands, propped up on the passenger side door. “Not every girl would want to kick you in the groin if you showed a little more respect, “ you finish off with a smile.

“Yeah...Yeah I know. I’ll try harder, I swear.”

“That’s all I ask,” you say with a wink, drumming your hands on the door as you take a step back, waving as you start walking down Doc’s driveway.

“Hey!” Biff calls from the car, stopping you in your tracks to turn around, facing him with a smile. “Uhm- Well- The Enchantment Under the Sea Dance is coming up next week...Would you mind being my date?” he asks, stuttering as he feels his cheeks heat up, nervous as hell.

“I’d love to!” you answer, turning back around to walk into the house. Biff does a little fist bump as he puts the car back in gear, excited for what is to come.

///

Marty was a little less than amused with this newfound knowledge once entering the door and going over the events of the day. It was only when Doc had suggested that the date with Biff would keep him away from Lorraine, giving George the freeway to attract her long enough for their True Love’s Kiss. Then, and only then, did Marty give the okay, shaking his head, but liking the fact that it’ll give George some time, being the nerd that you know and love.

///Enchantment Under the Sea Dance///

Checking yourself over in the mirror for the final time, you let out a nervous yet satisfied sigh, feeling like an absolute princess. You never minded dresses too much, although you couldn’t deny the fact that normal pair of shorts, jeans, or even leggings were your first choice. All that mattered was that you liked the dress you were wearing, it fit you; it was your favorite color, length, and strap(less) type to hold everything in.

Walking out, you grab the pair of heels to match, knowing that you couldn’t get away with sneakers in this generation, painfully grimacing at the reminder. Finally standing, you recount when you had gotten the dress just a few days ago, having gone with Lorraine and the her two friends, Babs and Betty. They were very endearing and supportive the whole time, you not having to worry about being “to picky” as they were just the same. You ended up loving the dress given that you’d taken the time without pressure.

As you walked into the main room of the garage, you heard a low whistle of Marty, Doc slapping him on the back of the head for it. Giggling, you curtsy and spin in the dress. Doc, the gentleman he always was, compliments you, “You look amazing, my dear. Let’s hope this boy deserves it, hmm?” 

As an answer, you hug him tightly, knowing that, by the end of the night, he will be nothing but a dead man at home, in a lonely, dark parking lot. Your eyes tear up just at the mere thought of it, clutching him tighter. Marty seems to be on the same wavelength, going to interrupt the moment with great urgency, trying to pass him a piece of paper.

“Marty, if this has anything that involves my future, do not. And I repeat, DO NOT try to hand it to me. Whatever happens, happens young man. That’s how the world works,” he says in a warning tone. You wanted to disagree, but you knew the truth that was laced beneath it, as if it was a punishment. You whimper instead, pulling him in tighter; Marty looking down in defeat, soon switching to anger. In the midst of it, he storms out of the garage, getting in the car to go pick up who you’d hope was Lorraine for the dance.

“Just let him go...” you start, sadness evident, “He’s just not very happy with the outcome of what the future has in store for you. Quite frankly, neither am I.”

“I’m sure whatever the outcome is, that I wanted to go with it, dear. I assure you, I’m fine,” Doc answers in a consoling tone, wiping the tears that had slipped from your eyes. You knew it was just a mask, no one wants death, but you knew he needed to go no matter how much you hated it. So you nod, not having to say much more as a honk sounds from outside.

“That’s Biff...” 

“Have a great time! Make sure the McFlys kiss!” Doc screams, following out of the garage, scolding Biff from behind you.

“Yes sir!” you scream back, saluting him as you take a seat in the passenger.

///

“You look beautiful Y/N,” Biff says after a while, finally working up the courage to speak.

“Thank you Biff. And you look handsome yourself,” you giggle, the car pulling into the lot. 

He shuts the engine, grabbing his keys from the ignition and closing the door, making his way around to you as you let yourself out to straighten yourself out. He takes your hand as he leads you to the entrance of the dance, you sighing in relief as you catch a glimpse of Marty pulling up in a car with Lorraine. Finally, you relax, grasping on Biff a little lighter and with more meaning now as you have the night to yourselves. He smiles down at you as you wrap your arm within his, something Lorraine does with you quite often.

With the party in full blast, you let loose with the music, dancing and joking around with Biff. At some point, however, he says he needs a drink and will be right back. Although, he doesn’t seem to actually come back. You’d thought you’d seen him spiking the punch just as few moments ago.

Just as you were going to in the direction of the hallways to the rest of the school, you notice Match, one of Biff’s friends, storming out of the gym through an exit. Taking your bets, you follow behind him, soon being greeted by a huge commotion of screams, all of them from familiar people. Biff was in a car with Lorraine, her dress pulled and taken off in parts. He was no doubt about to do something stupid, the fact pissing you off, saddening you in some ways as well.

The others that were screaming were also George and Marty, the pair trying to get Biff to stop before he regrets it. He doesn’t listen, unfortunately, until your voice booms over the rest, “Biff!” 

His head snaps instantly in your direction, the situation dawning on him the instant he looks at your face. You hadn’t meant to portray your emotions so clearly, but your face had shown such distraught and hurt. He lied. He had gotten over Lorraine, yet the moment she was alone, he runs right back to her.

With his momentary change of focus, George finally steps in, “You get your filthy hands off of her!” finishing with a blow to the jaw that knocks Biff off balance. 

Marty looks to you sadly, but tries to smile in cheers as George and Lorraine leave together, motioning that he was going to follow them just in case. You nod, looking down now as your play with your fingers. You didn’t know what to do now as the only reason you were really here was for Biff. You weren’t needed for Lorraine and George, you knew Marty had it.

You decide to make your way home then, as there was nothing else you could do. Dances were just drags anyway, nothing worth while. “Your just going to leave? Just like that?” asks a deep voice, his body having gotten back off the pavement and stood by the car he was pinned against.

Without turning, you answer his question with another, “Why not? There’s nothing left here for me is there?”

“And why wouldn’t there be?” Biff asks once more, no doubt ticking you off at his usual teasing tone.

“Well, let’s see. You. You asked me to the dance as your plus one. I came here as your date. We have a good time, we dance, we talk, and then you come up with an ‘Oh I need a drink’ charade, not returning. Then, I come to find my date in the parking lot, about to get his licks in on a woman he was apparently over with! So tell me, what is left here for men here, Biff?” you finish, tears pooling your eyes over the time, although you don’t let the fall, keeping them there.

He looks guilty, you can see it, but you don’t care. Your not in the wrong this time. But, as your blood starts to cool down, you do notice the look in his eyes, the change in his demeanor, and the utter remorse that has overcome him. He has his head down, fists clenched at his sides, body stock still. He doesn’t know what to do, all he knows is that he’d fucked up.

“Or was this your fabulous way of telling me that you love me?” you finally ask, eyes moving to look up at him in a teasing manner.

He hadn’t expected you to speak, head snapping up to meet your gaze in confusion. Being as you’d looked at him with a glint in your eyes, he finally lets everything click together; you’d forgiven him. His face heats up in bashfulness however, as your words resonated within him as well, hand going to itch the back of his neck again.

You giggle, walking up to him now, hands going to his collar. Pulling him down, he gazes at you in amazement, his own hands falling to rest on your waist. Then, you crash your lips to his, pulling him ever closer. It takes him a moment to get the hang of it, soon pulling you closer to himself as well. Lifting you slightly, he sets you on the hood of his car, the height difference a definite stretch for him. But he wouldn’t have it any other way, you were perfect. Just the same as he was perfect for you.

[negasonicimagines]

Tell Me I'm Not Funny

Request: darkandmysteriousbutheartofgold!ellie and wholesomeanddoesn'tunderstandwhyelliedoesn'tlikeher!reader where they're both part of the friend group but ellie just thinks reader is straight and messing with her pls

Notes: I don’t usually write MCU!Peter, so if he comes up in any future fics (like as the reader’s stepdad 👀 I’ve loved spideypool longer than I’ve loved Negasonic) you can safely assume it’s Andrew Garfield. But, for this time, this is MCU!Peter. Everyone in the friend group is 18-20, just to be clear.

This really isn't my best work, but it's a fun little slice of life piece. A lot of my ideas are pretty cinematic, I can picture them in my head but sometimes those pictures don't really translate into words. I may revisit this one day.

Warnings: D-slur (reclaimed by Ellie in one line), allusions to prior assault (an unwanted kiss that could've been more had another character not stepped in), and that's about it. Oh, and a little swearing, but this is an imagine for a character from Deadpool. If you can't handle swearing, you're on the wrong blog.

Synopsis: You’re into Ellie, but she’s with your good friend Peter. She treats you like you don’t even exist, and in the few instances she does acknowledge you, it’s usually just to make some sarcastic remark. You’re head-over-heels, though, and decide to deal with your unrequited love by writing her a song she’ll never hear.

“Fuck, that movie was terrible,” Michelle groans. “I’m just glad it was a matinee show and we didn’t have to pay as much to see it.”

“The special effects were good, but can’t Disney just leave stuff alone?” Peter agrees.

“Next thing you know they’ll be making a live action Toy Story, as if the original wasn’t traumatizing enough. I don’t want to imagine Watermelon as a sentient being. She’s seen some shit,” you snicker.

“Who’s Watermelon?” Ellie asks with a dark chuckle, and you clam up. How had you forgotten she was here?

“Oh, uh, nobody.”

“Don’t tell me you still sleep with a stuffed animal,” she snarks. “You really do need to grow up.”

“Don’t be mean, Ellie,” Peter protests.

“Watermelon is cute, everybody likes cute things!” Yukio adds.

“I think a live-action Toy Story could be cool,” Ned says. “It’d look really good if they did stop-motion animation.”

“Oh, you’re right!” you chirp. “It’d be quite the undertaking, but it would look badass.”

“I think you’re using that term a little loosely,” Ellie grumbles, and you have to stop yourself from frowning, instead you laugh it off. Why does she always pick on you? Sure, she’s got a witty remark for everybody, but she’s way harder on you. It hurts, she really is so gorgeous and funny and mysterious and everything you want in a woman, but she acts like she can’t stand you.

Ellie and Peter head off together, Peter still hasn’t gotten around to getting his license and Ellie seems happy to give him a ride. You really don’t stand a chance.

You and the others pile up in MJ’s SUV for some late-night band practice.

“I don’t know if I can do it,” you admit to Yukio in the furthest row back.

“You can,” she insists. “You’re a way better singer than Lola, anyways.”

“I’m sorry about that. I didn’t mean to give her the wrong impression, I-”

“For the millionth time, Y/N, you didn’t. If she hadn’t left the band, we would’ve kicked her out. Not just for cheating on me, but for hurting you.”

“I guess,” you sigh. “Why can’t you sing instead?”

“Because I’m flat.”

“Yukio, breast size doesn’t have anything to do with singing ability, you’ve just gotta practice,” you joke.

“Shut up!” she giggles, punching you in the arm. “Plus, when you sing, the songs are being sung as they were written. We’re getting the real feelings.”

“Speaking of… I have something new I’m thinking about sharing tonight. Do you mind if I text you the demo?”

“Ooh, a first look! Hell yes!”

You text her the audio file and she puts in a wireless earbud, nodding along. Her smile gets wider and wider as she listens, and when she’s done, her assessment shocks you.

“Oh my gosh. You’re into Ellie.”

“What?!” you squeak. “No way!”

“You are! But, uh-”

“Don’t even say it. I know I don’t have a chance in hell. She only tolerates me for the sake of you and Peter.” Despite the gloominess of your tone, Yukio gets a mischievous glint in her eye, it confuses you. But, that’s just Yukio. Her thoughts are all over the place; she and Ellie balance each other out that way. They dated a couple of years ago, but it didn’t work out. They decided they were better off as friends.

“Screw that other song, we’re using this as the lead single. Everybody’s gonna love it, do you have the sheet music?”

“Yeah, uh, it’s in my bag.”

“Awesome.” Yukio’s grinning like she’s won something. Is the song that good? “We’ll have to practice this one a lot, we definitely need to have it ready by the concert this Friday.”

Right. Liz’s 19th birthday party. Apparently Peter had convinced her to let the band play, it’d be cheaper than hiring a more established artist.

“Our first paying gig? I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” you remind her. She scoffs and rolls her eyes.

“We’re mostly gonna be playing covers of Liz’s favorite songs, and she only has so many. We’ve gotta beef up the setlist with originals, and this is perfect! Has that pop-y fun vibe, it’ll fit right in.”

“Yeah, but if it’s that obvious how I feel about her after one listen-”

“Only because I already had a hunch after Daft Pretty Boys,” Yukio clarifies cheerily, and you sigh.

“Fair enough.”

The gang makes it to Michelle’s house, travelling down to the side door and going into the basement from there. MJ’s parents have encouraged her creativity from day one, and were ecstatic when the band was formed. You speculate that they’re mostly happy that she’s made friends. Writing and photography can be lonely hobbies.

“Y/N has something new for us!” Yukio chirps.

“That fast?” Ned’s surprised as you hand him the sheet music. He skims it. “Holy shit, this is a wicked solo! Thanks, Y/N!”

“Well, I’m hoping highlighting everybody else’s talent will disguise my lack thereof,” you chuckle.

“Don’t be stupid, we’ve all heard you sing backup,” MJ says. “You’re Ryan Ross, she’s Brendon Urie. I’m just glad we booted her out before she decided she was gonna be the only pangolin in The Pangolins.”

Everyone laughs at that.

“Let’s try it,” Michelle continues, and everybody agrees. After a sound check and a few runs of the song, it’s still clumsy, especially on your part. You’re not really used to playing and singing at the same time, outside of backup vocals, which require far less focus.

“I suck,” you mumble, but it happens to be into the microphone.

“You don’t!” Ned insists.

“With that attitude, we’re not going anywhere,” Yukio says. You hate it when she gets to the tough love stage of her support. You wish she’d stay in the shallow reassurances stage, it’s easier to brush off. “You wouldn’t be the lead singer if we all thought you sucked. We would’ve just put an ad in the paper. You’re awesome, get over it!”

You sigh.

“Fine. Thank you.”

“Say it,” she insists.

“I’m awesome,” you huff, it’s hard not to smile when Yukio tries to look serious.

“Damn straight,” Yukio says. “Or, I guess not, considering that was about Ellie.”

“Yukio!” you squeal.

“That’s about Ellie?!” Ned exclaims.

“Obviously,” MJ scoffs, fiddling with her tuners.

“Is it that obvious?!” You can’t help but feel embarrassed. Ellie probably knows exactly how you feel, maybe that’s why she dislikes you so much. Her boyfriend’s stupid friend has a crush.

“Wait, but at the beginning…” Ned trails off, before laughing. “Oh my gosh, I get it.”

“Get what? Oh… Y/N, have I ever told you how much I love you?” MJ asks.

“I- I love you, too?” You’re puzzled by their words, but you’ve got enough on your plate.

“Let’s go ahead and practice some of Liz’s favorites while we’re here,” Yukio suggests. “It’s a pretty big set list.”

You practice until dinner, getting a pizza and deciding to make a night of it since it was a little late for Michelle to be dropping you all off at your assorted residences.

You all sleep on a pallet in the basement, and despite your worries, you manage to get some rest.

Over the next few days, The Pangolins practice at every free moment, until it’s finally time for the party.

“So, just pictures of everything?” Oh, shit. She’s not supposed to be here. How are you supposed to sing that song with her here?

“Yeah! I know with how many people are coming, I’m probably not going to get as much time as I want with everyone, so pictures will be a good way to remember the night.”

“Why not just invite less people?” Ellie wonders.

“I want all my friends to be here,” Liz explains. “How’s the sound check going, Y/N?”

“It’s going great,” you say into the microphone, demonstrating the quality and volume with a smile. “Thanks for letting us play here tonight.”

“Well, Peter said you guys are great. Are you really gonna debut your best song so far tonight?”

“Oh, um,” you stutter, stepping away from the microphone. “Maybe not.”

“What? Oh, come on, please, it’ll make the night even more special! You’re playing covers of all my old favorites, sing me my new favorite!” Liz presses, but she’s not being demanding or bratty, she seems genuinely excited.

“If the birthday girl says so, who am I to say no?” you concede. Hopefully Ellie will be too distracted taking pictures. “You have way too much faith in me.”

“If you don’t quit with the self-deprecation, I’m gonna duct tape your mouth shut,” MJ interjects.

“But, Daddy, how will I say my safe word?” you tease, giggling at your own joke with the rest of the group. Yukio’s laugh seems the loudest. Ellie glares.

“We should practice a song!” Ned suggests.

“Ooh, a private show!” Liz seems excited.

“Any requests?” you ask her. Ellie’s resting scowl intensifies. If she’s more pissed off the more you open your mouth, you’re not sure how she’s gonna survive a night of you singing without going nuclear.

“Oh, oh, Girlfriend by Avril Lavigne, please?”

“You’ve got it,” you agree.

The song goes smoothly.

“What happened to the old singer?” Ellie asks, clearly unimpressed.

“You didn’t tell her?” you ask Yukio, grateful for the excuse to turn away from the sharp-tongued girl you adore.

“Didn’t want her to get the wrong impression,” Yukio explains. “She already makes enough rude comments towards you.” Yukio leans over her drum kit to give Ellie a pointed look.

“Oh, wait, shit, I didn’t mean it like that. You, uh, sound good, Y/N.”

You can’t help but whip your head back to look at her with a flabbergasted expression.

“What?! It’s true,” Ellie defends herself.

“Uh, yeah, but you just said something nice. About me. Liz, do you mind checking her for a fever?”

Liz obliges for the sake of going along with the joke before quickly withdrawing her hand.

“Jeez! I know you were kidding, but she’s burning up,” Liz declares.

“My internal temperature is higher due to my mutation,” Ellie quickly explains, looking a bit bashful. “Besides, I say nice shit about Y/N all the time.”

“No, you don’t,” the whole band says in unison, including you.

“Well, clearly I shouldn’t if everyone’s gonna make a big fucking deal about it,” she retorts, rolling her eyes. “I’m gonna go get some pictures of the decorations before there’s a bunch of fucking people here to block them.”

She stomps off in her heavy boots, and The Pangolins get back to work, putting on the final touches and making sure all the blocking looks right.

Soon enough, guests start flooding in, and Liz zips around to greet them, eventually meeting up with Peter and keeping him with her. He and Liz eventually pull Ellie away from her picture-taking, confident she’s done enough and needs to just relax and enjoy the party.

So much for distracting herself with work, she thinks.

They sit on the couch and eat, the dining room was monopolized by The Pangolins due to its elevation and space.

Ellie’s mesmerized by the way your fingers move until she hears Peter talking to Liz. They really are a cute couple.

“You really do need to hang out with us. Yukio told me Y/N thinks Ellie and I are a thing,” he says.

“Gross, you’re like my annoying little brother,” Ellie remarks.

“And you’re like my bitchy older sister,” Peter retorts with a shit-eating grin.

“Both of you, quiet! They’re about to play the new song. You’re in for a real treat, Ellie.”

“What does it have to do with me?”

Liz gives Peter a confused and slightly irritated look.

“I haven’t said anything to her, I didn’t know how,” Peter squeaks, blushing a little at the look in his girlfriend’s eyes.

“Explain, quickly,” Ellie demands.

But, then you start to sing again.

“Y/N-” Peter starts.

“Shut up.”

“But you asked-”

“I said, shut up,” Ellie insists.

“You know me as your boyfriend's goofy friend. I seem to have this effect on women, and your friends aren't as goofy as I am. I try my best to keep you entertained, always laughing at the jokes you are saying. I nod my head when you make a point, oh oh…

“Kiss me, kiss me with your eyes closed! Whisper that your heart shows all I want is you, yeah, you… Hold me, hold me I'm your bunny! Tell me I'm not funny, tell me I’m legit! ‘Cause I feel weak, in your hands and your feet… A precious end, I’ll never feel your touch…”

Ellie continues to listen to the song, all expression drained from her face. All the yearning in the words and your voice, all you want is…

Ellie looks at Peter, who’s looking at her with a triumphant smile.

“I told you.”

Ellie feels like she’s about to faint. She notices you’re talking to Liz— when did she leave? —your hand over your mic. Despite the knowledge that Liz is taken, Ellie gets jealous. You look so happy to be talking to Liz, to just about any girl you talk to.

She wishes you’d smile at her that way.

You nod at whatever Liz said, and the band starts packing away their instruments. Liz sets up her phone on some Bluetooth speakers, and songs that sounded so much better when you were singing them start to play.

No! Ellie internally protests. Sing for me again, please, sing that stupid song about how you think I don’t like you.

Yukio’s dragging you somewhere. Gosh, Ellie wishes it was her holding your hand.

Suddenly, though, you and Yukio are approaching her. She knows what she has to do.

“So, what’d you think of our- Eek! Finally!”

Ellie parts from the kiss to tell her to fuck off and not ruin the moment before kissing you again.

“Holy fucking shit,” you breathe. “Uh, I thought you were-“

“Dating Peter?! Seriously?! Do I need to write ‘dyke’ on my fucking forehead? I practically already have with the way I dress and act and-”

“I, uh, I try not to make assumptions,” you mumble, fingers touching your lips.

“I’m, uh, sorry for not asking.”

“No, it’s- It was good. I’ve wanted you to do that for a while. It’s just that that was the first time somebody’s kissed me, since, uh…” Your eyes dart to Yukio, who’s ruffling Ned’s hair and laughing.

“Yukio?!” Orange flickers in Ellie’s eyes for a moment, but she keeps it under control.

“No, no, of course not, uh… The old singer, Lola. She and Yukio were dating, but apparently I was the one she really had her sights on, and… She was entitled. Thought that because she wanted me, I must want her. That wasn’t really the case, I was already pining over you. Didn’t stop her from forcing a few kisses on me and trying to go further. If Yukio hadn't shown up early with cupcakes, I don’t know what would’ve happened.”

“I am such an asshole,” Ellie says softly. “Can I kiss you again? The right way.”

“I’d say what you did before was pretty right, but sure,” you consent.

Her kiss before had been rough, needy, and impatient. Just the way you like it. This, though, this is gentle, soft, and exploratory. You tangle your hands in her hair and kiss her harder. She moans into the kiss before pulling away, bewildered.

“That was…” Ellie trails off, trying to find a positive adjective that won’t sound to frilly or lovesick.

“A mistake, wasn’t it?”

“Oh, fuck, no. I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time,” she corrects you. “Just- Didn’t really know how. Even when you were kinda flirting with me at first, I just thought you were messing with me, so I- I am so stupid.”

“So am I,” you scoff. “I thought you were dating Peter.”

“I was spending a lot of time with him, but… I was just using him as an excuse to avoid you so I wouldn’t embarrass myself anymore. And I was asking him for advice. I figured if he could land somebody as far out of his league as Liz, maybe I stood the slightest bit of a chance with you. But I kept fucking it up. I’d just get so nervous, all of my compliments would turn into insults, all of my teasing turned into straight-up cruelty. I don’t know how you actually like me.”

“I’m a little bit of a masochist, I’ll admit,” you tell her. “I’m really glad you don’t hate me.”

“I’m really glad you don’t hate me,” Ellie replies, but she can’t help but think that what she‘s really saying is ‘I love you, too.’

She takes your hand, and you two rejoin your friends, swept up in a group hug. They wanted this to happen almost as much as you two did.

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Praised be writer’s block | Young!Remus Lupin x Slytherin!Fem!Reader.

SUMMARY: in the midst of an upcoming war and worries about the future, (Y/N) bonds with an unexpected person, golden boy from gryffindor house himself.

WORD COUNT: 3,000, more or less…

A/N: this is my first time doing this, so if you have any suggestions please let me know! also, if you can, reblog so it can reach more people, it’ll help me a lot.

All of this wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for @peeves-a-legend​, which btw is an amazing writer. I can’t thank you enough!

Masterlist.

The gif below is not mine, credits to the original maker. And yes, I see robert sean leonard as a young!remus, but you can imagine whoever you want.

In one of the few sunny and warm mornings left of the season, (Y/N)’s mother had dragged her to Diagon Alley to buy her school’s supplies. The term for her sixth year was about ten days away from starting and going there didn’t thrill her anymore. She had retarded the visit as long as her mother’s patience lasted (which wasn’t a lot considering the woman had belonged to Hufflepuff), and no one had been succesfull on finding the reason, althought her mum suspected it. 

(Y/N) hadn’t felt the rush of excitement run through her body in a long time when she thought about going back to Hogwarts, and buying supplies meant she was only a step closer. Her first two years were more than she could ever ask for, but everything came crashing down on her at the young age of thirteen. 

(Y/N) had started to notice the repulsive look on people’s faces whenever she tried to help them, all looking down at her green robes as if she had grown a third arm or a second head overnight. She realised, with now a heavy weight on her heart and a new insecurity over her mind, that not all Hufflepuffs were kind and inviting. Maybe, she supposed, they were too proud to accept help from anyone else. 

Or perhaps, (Y/N) was too naive to think she could defy centuries of old stereotypes and unhealthy competitions while wearing a green and silver tie.

But the rude comments and weird stares had not affected her in such a long time. She didn’t show them how angry she got about those and how much she wanted to scream at those Gryffindors to get over themselves, because if she did, she was proving their point. All snakes, young or old, end up being violent creatures. Instead, a new feeling of uneasiness had settled in her mind, washing away her minor problems.

Peace no longer reigned over the Wizarding World. Rumors of a war were spreading like wildfire. Voldemort’s ranks got bigger and bigger with the passing time, and more muggle families and muggleborns were being wiped out, like they meant nothing. In those dark times, not having magic or being from a family with the wrong kind of ancestors, could determine your doom. 

In her case, she wasn’t at the top of the Dark Eater’s food chain as a halfblood, but that didn’t ease her nerves. She was more worried about her father, a muggleborn, her grandparents and several other friends. Many of their families wanted to go into hiding and she knew that this year and the others to come, Hogwarts wouldn’t be so magical.

Once they passed through the brick wall at the Leaky Cauldron,  their first stop was the Apothecary, which (Y/N) had refused to enter because of the disgusting smell of bad eggs and something more repulsive she didn’t identify. Instead, she decided to visit Quality Quidditch Supplies. It’s not like she played the sport, Merlin knows how awful she was at throwing or hitting things, and playing as Seeker was not an option. But she always attended the matches, channelling every single piece of energy her body had onto cheering for Slytherin’s team. 

(Y/N) made her way to one of the corners of the shop, wanting to see the newest Quidditch gloves her best friend had talked about so much in her letters. Maybe she could get her a new pair for her birthday, so she could start the season with brand new gloves. But looking at the price, she realized a cheappier gift would have to do. Her family wasn’t the richest and she knew her parents were struggling with money lately.

“Expensive, aren’t they?,” asked a voice from behind her. She turned around, one of the gloves still on her right hand, and noticed that the voice belonged to no other than Remus Lupin. She was lying to herself if she said he wasn’t good looking. Those dark brown eyes and soft hair had gotten to her when they were in their fourth year. (Y/N) had spent weeks, maybe even months, crushing on him and, of course, annoying her friends to no end about how perfect he was and how he was one of the few decent members of the lion house. But she never tried anything, she had a long list of excuses that, maybe, exceeded the many numerous reasons why she liked the Gryffindor so much.

“Definitely,” (Y/N) finally answered with a grimace in her face, “I thought I could get a pair for my best friend’s birthday since she’s a Chaser, but I’m not so sure now”.

Remus offered her a small smile and muttered something about how her best friend would appreciate anything she would give her. After that, neither of them said anything and only the noise of other people’s chattering could be heard. She looked around the store, trying to think about something that would lead to more talk, while Remus put his hands in his jeans’s pockets and changed the weight of his body to his left leg. 

A few more seconds passed and (Y/N), not tolerating the awkward atmosphere anymore, was the one to initiate the conversation this time.

“So, um, Remus, are you, um, planning on joining the Gryffindor Quidditch team? Since, you know, you are… here”. 

Merlin, her sister was right, she did need to start socialising more.

“Oh no, not a chance,” he answered letting a snicker escape his lips. (Y/N)’s mouth turned into a little smile because of the sound, not noticing at first. “I’m just here because of James and Sirius, they wanted to see some new brooms that came out this…”.

Remus words were interrupted by the same people he’d just mentioned. James Potter and Sirius Black, the most known students at Hogwarts, were walking towards them. (Y/N) tried to put on a neutral face, not showing her true thoughts on the two boys.

It wasn’t that she hated them. At some point, she had found her pranks on those horrible Slytherins funny, but after last year her opinion on them changed drastically. It appeared to be that they couldn’t distinguish who were the “good” Slytherins therefore they’d just played cruel jokes on every single member of the house. Or maybe, they didn’t think Slytherins could be nice and decent people, so all of them deserved to be made fun of.

“REMUS!,” they both shouted at the same time. Almost everyone in the shop turned to see them, and as (Y/N) moved uncomfortable with a scowled look because of the new, and unwanted attention, she wondered why they had to be so bloody loud all the time. “We were looking for you, but it seems you have found some company”.

Remus’s cheeks changed to a soft crimson after Sirius’s comment.

“Careful now, Rem, snakes tend to bite and some of them are poisonous.” James’s eyes shined with mischief as he spoke.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes at that, but instead of keeping quiet as she normally would, she responded to Potter’s remark, surprising the others and herself in the process.

“Excellent observation, James. Now, how much time did it take you to come up with that and for how long you’ve been wanting to use it? Perhaps, it was after that particular Quidditch match where Slytherin shredded you into pieces ”. 

His face no longer showed a fun expression, but, in it’s place, was a face with narrowed eyes trying to hide the fact he had been caught. (Y/N) smiled at that, she was not this kind of person but it was good to see Potter embarrassed after he had humiliated her in front of half the school just a few months ago. She knew Sirius wanted to say something to save his friend, but as his mouth was starting to open to spill some sarcastic or stupid comment about her house, Remus stepped in.

“Sirius, don’t say anything, just leave her alone,” he began, giving the pair a pointed look with his eyebrows raised, “we were only talking, there’s no need to start acting as if she’s going to bite my head off”.

Dumb and Dumber, as one her Slytherin friends liked to called them, stared at Remus like he had transformed into a Hipogriff. (Y/N), as surprised as she was, glanced at him with a confused, yet somehow grateful, look on her face.  In return, he smiled at her and grabbed his friends from the shoulders, making them walk towards the door while mentioning something about having to meet up with Peter at Florean Fortescue’s Ice Cream Parlor. 

Before reaching the door, Remus turned around, let go of Sirius for a moment and waved at her with a grin, one that made her cheeks blushed and her stomach flipped.

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It had been months since the interaction between her and Remus, plus James and Sirius. A small smile and a certain glow in her eyes stayed present on her face for the rest of the trip to Diagon Alley with her mother, who had not missed the sudden shift in her daughter’s appearance.

She hadn’t talked much with him again (only a few more times because of their prefect meetings), but the little interactions between them remained. Like the gentle and kind smiles they would send to each other while walking in the school grounds and greetings from afar with a short wave of the hand.

Winter break was just around the corner when they met again. Both wrapped around heavy coats, gloves and scarfs protecting them from the cold wind and the freezing fog. (Y/N) would have been pissed about her feet getting wet from the snow if it wasn’t for the outstanding landscape it created. A pure scenery, grounds and trees and roofs of the castle covered in white, in such terrible and corrupted times. 

“Lovely, huh?,” he mouthed. 

What is it with this boy and sneaking up on people?

(Y/N) nodded, still unable to tear her eyes from the view. When she finally did, she became aware of how close they were, elbows almost touching. Releasing a shaky breath, that quickly changed into what it looked like fog, (Y/N) peered at him. The end of his nose was red, matching his cheeks, while his lips were pale and dry from the weather. It was an adorable sight, perhaps even more worthy of her attention than the snowflakes falling from the sky.

“What makes you go to Hogsmeade on this particular frosty afternoon, (Y/N)?”

“I could ask you the same thing, Remus,” she exclaimed, the corners of her mouth quirking up as she mentioned his name, “but, if you really like to know, I’m heading there because I forgot about some Christmas’s presents. What about you?”

Without perceiving it, they had both started to walk towards the small town, making their way through the layers of snow. 

“I just, um, wanted to visit Hogsmeade one last time before, you know, going home.” For a moment, (Y/N) had the idea of hearing some kind of hesitation while he spoke, as if he wasn’t entirely sure of what he was saying. 

This time, (Y/N) would not let the conversation turn awkward so rapidly, after all this was her chance of having an actual opportunity with Remus. So she swallowed the majority of her nerves, which were quite a lot, and planted a smile on her face. But before the words could come out of her mouth, Remus himself had beat her.

“Would you like to come to the Three Broomsticks with me?,” he questioned. 

It took her a few seconds to understand what he had asked because of how rushed he’d spoken. Her eyes widened at the notion of going on a date with him. Was it even a date? A small voice wondered inside her head. Ignoring it, she replied with a short yes. His entire demeanour immediately transformed. Remus’s eyes didn’t hold too much worry now and a large smile decorated his face. 

The trip to the popular pub was shorter than it normally was, but (Y/N) guessed that had been for how much she and Remus talked while walking to the town. When they arrived, the warm and cozy ambient, although a bit smoky and crowded, received them like a bright lamp post in the middle of nowhere pointing out the pathway. Even if (Y/N) loved winter and snow, a hot butterbeer didn’t seem too bad after being exposed to the cold wind.

Sitting down at one of the tables from the right corner of the shop, right next to a large window and giving the back to one of the walls, she could see the entire place. But her eyes were now glued to the Gryffindor seated in front of her, who was trying not to look like he was going to pass out from the nerves of having a date (was it a date?) with the most gorgeous girl in Hogwarts, maybe even the whole world.

They passed the rest of the afternoon getting to know each other, chatting regarding the things they loved and hated from Hogwarts; complaining about professors and the amount of homework they sent; laughing because of some ridiculous story told by Remus (he swore his breath got caught in his lungs as he watched her throwing her head back while letting out a loud laugh, eyes shining with happiness and not caring, for the first time, about the looks from the people in the place). They discussed their favourite muggle authors, the most amazing films that had ever been made and their dreams after finishing their education. 

(Y/N) had felt herself falling all over again for him while watching him talk about how much he’d loved being a professor and being there for his students. The passion and shine in his eyes rivaled even the brightest star in the night sky. 

And Remus had seen the same expression in her face when she talked about becoming a known writer in both the muggle and wizarding world. Despite her excitement, he recognised something else in her eyes, perhaps uncertainty or even sadness. When he asked about it, (Y/N) confided in him the fact she was scared about trying it.

“What if it’s a waste of time? What I’m supposed to write about?”

“It won’t be a waste of your time if it makes you happy,” he reassured her, “and the ideas will come to you, don’t worry. You can even write about us.” (Y/N)’s eyes quickly made their way into his after hearing that. “I mean, about this part of our world”. She couldn’t help but feel quite disappointed. 

“Wouldn’t I be violating the Statute of Secrecy?”

Remus raised his shoulders a little as he pressed his lips together, clearly trying to stop a smile from forming in his face. 

“It’s not like the Ministry is going to find out,” he whispered, so only (Y/N) could be able to listen to him, “ who’s going to tell them about it? Me?”

A scoff left her mouth and she rolled her eyes playfully at him. Was this really happening? Remus Lupin, the boy she had a crush on in her fourth year, sitting in front of her, encouraging her to follow her dreams.

“Is the Golden Boy and Prefect of Gryffindor House actually saying that I should just break an International Law?” she joked while shaking her head in disbelief, “McGonagall would be so heart broken”.

Now it was his time to roll his eyes. Directing a smirk at her, he leaned back in his chair, more relaxed and with a new light glowing around him.

“Look, I would love to write about this world. But ambition is not the only trait that got me in Slytherin,” (Y/N) declared. She beamed when he furrowed his brows together in confusion, getting closer to the table and placing his elbows on top of it. “Violating that Law is having a death wish and self preservation is one of my top priorities”.

“I can’t help but agree to that”.

The hours kept running and people began to leave the pub, but not them. They had stayed until the owner told the teenagers he was closing. Not (Y/N) nor Remus had noticed where the time had gone. Quickly, they collected all of their belongings and left the establishment in a hurry. (Y/N) didn’t want to think about the punishment they’d received if they were caught.

Fortunately, they made it to the castle in one piece. Once they were a few meters away from the entrance, they started to laugh. None of them knew why, it just seemed like a good time to do it.

“What happened to you and your advice of breaking the rules?” (Y/N) said in the middle of a laugh.

“I hope this doesn’t become a tradition, Mr. Lupin, Ms. (Y/L/N),” a stern female voice said in front of them. Professor McGonagall was standing gracefully in front of the door, her arms crossed over her chest and a furious expression implanted in her face.

Remus and (Y/N) looked at each other, the same thought running through their minds. They were so screwed.

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December 25th.

Dear (Y/N):

I’m sending this letter to wish you a Merry Christmas and a great New Year, even though it’s not the 31st yet, but well… that doesn’t really matter right now.

I remembered you talking about how much you wanted to read more classics, and I couldn’t help myself. Inside the box, you will find Frankenstein, by Mary Shelley, and Wuthering Heights, by some other lovely woman named Emily Brontë. I’m not so sure about why you would enjoy them as much as I did, but maybe they’ll inspire you on your journey of becoming a writer. It won’t hurt visiting new worlds to fill your mind with ideas.

Also, and I hope this doesn’t bother you, the books are not brand new. They were read by me and have some marks on the pages, but I don’t like giving new books as gifts. I think that if they were used, they are even more special and hold more value.

Can’t wait to see you once the break is over.

Sincerely, Remus John Lupin.

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The grin on her face never abandoned her after reading Remus’s letter and opening the silver paper with golden stars all over it, in which he had wrapped the two books he had mentioned. In fact, it lingered on her for the rest of the day, accompanied with a special and renovated brightness in her eyes.  

Before letting the owl return back to its owner, (Y/N) gave her some food and water, and when it was ready, she attached a small box with red paper on the exterior and a green bow at the top. She had also prepared a gift for him, even if it wasn’t that meaningful (at least, that was what she thought). (Y/N) only hoped he would enjoy the chocolate stash, full with different muggle and wizarding ones she had thought he could try, while the owl stepped away from her windowsill.

Around eight p.m, she finally went to bed and despite spending the day interacting with her family, (thing that tired her out pretty quickly), (Y/N) was more awake than ever before. Laying down on her bed with a cup of tea and an old blanket that had once belonged to her sister, covering her legs, she grabbed one of the books Remus gifted her, ready to dwell in Mary Shelley’s world. 

[sheresh0y]

Mar'eyce Introduces:

Ro Donetta-Awaud: He/Him, 30-ish

Along with his family:

Dagon Donetta-Awaud: He/Him, 28-ish

Tann Donetta-Awaud: 11-ish

Kato Donetta-Awaud: 5-ish

Ellis Donetta-Awaud: 5-ish

A/N: I decided to go balls to the wall with the rest of these characters. So much backstory. All of it. I'm dumping it right here. Drabbles will added, moodboards whenever the fancy strikes. The rest of Arumorut has had their stories told at this point in the story so, fuck it, whatever. I love these OCs too much and I'm screaming it from rooftops, baby. I know suck at writing children and these Awaud children are definitely come across as way too old but go with me on this. I also left the children's pronouns empty because I'm not entirely sure what they're all trying to tell me yet. I'll update it when they let me know.

Warnings: This fic and AU is 18+ for a reason. Mentions of parental death, swearing, slavery and unwanted children mentions. Ro's a little sad boy under all that armor.

Read from the beginning: Mar'eyce Masterlist

Ro Doneeta was born to Volya and Rol Doneeta, Twi'lek freedom fighters turned Rebels. When Ro had turned four, his parents went a on a routine trip for supplies and never came home. He was adopted shortly after by Kai and Ilyah, a quickly and quietly whispered pact made by the only two parents in their corner of The Rebellion after one too many close calls.

"Take care of them, for us. Please."

The Awauds openly encouraged Ro to participate in Twi'lek culture. Just because he was a Mandalorian now didn't mean he stopped being a Twi'lek as well. The entire clan learned Ryl and Kai and Ilyah found mentors for him to teach him the things they couldn't. They were never sure if they did right by their son, but they tried their best.

After the Awauds retired from the war and were sent back to Arumorut, when Ro and Kaiyah were sixteen, Ro threw himself into the deep end of medicine. It wasn’t humble in the way that Ba’buir was, he didn’t want to train the clan in first aid or help children with their sniffles. Ro had lost so much to the galaxy and this was his fuck you.

First, his ryma and kora, then his lek, now his buir. Kai’buir was physically there, but mentally, emotionally they were nowhere to be found. It was like he had died without dying. Ro decided he was going to fix it all, no one in his family was dying again. Nobody was getting left behind. For everything the galaxy took from Ro, he was going to drag back to this life with his bare hands.

After a few months of shadowing Ba'buir Nejaa, Ro was decided to pursue medical school on Naboo. It was a relatively peaceful planet, since tourism was most of the economy they were malleable to whoever was in charge. This meant that Ro couldn't just walk around anywhere. The Empire was still standing and he was a Mandalorian who may or may not be wanted.

Ba'buir Nejaa said no immediately. Their reasoning was the armor. Armor was important, every Mandalorian wore it all the time. The only reason Nejaa didn't anymore was because Kaiyah needed a new set and they had gifted their set to her. Ro didn't have this exception so he tried a compromise: he would wear the chest plate under his clothes. The plate was the biggest piece of armor he had and helped the most with regulating his temperature anyway. It wasn't comfortable but it was the best he could come up with.

About four years into his medical education, Ro met Dagon through some mutual friends. It was terror at first sight, the poor Zabrak man was missing nearly all of his right ear and Ro knew it was his fault. His stupid plan to fight an Aryx head-on had consequences he didn't full think of at the time.

Try as he might to avoid Dagon, it didn't matter. It was like the up and coming designer was everywhere, Dagon seemed to have his own gravity and Ro was quickly pulled in.

It didn't take long for them to fall in love, by the third official date Dagon was asking Ro to move in and by the fifth they were married. For his part, Dagon took everything Mandalorian related in stride. He barely blinked when Ro explained soulmates and the reasons they were both all scarred up on the first date. He just asked if 'his Mandalorian' had anyone to take care of him.

When Ro graduated school, not quiet a doctor but close enough, the couple had a long talk about the future. They both knew they wanted kids but The Empire was still looming. It wasn't safe for Mandalorians to be openly walking around and they were both faced with the thought it might never be. Dagon understood that his children would be raised Mandalorian. It was close to the way Zabraki culture was. Clans, fighting, it made sense for the most part. Even though he had parted he had parted ways with his family, Dagon knew Ro couldn't do that.

He had been officially introduced to most of the Awaud clan when Ro had graduated, Dagon threw a little get together in honor of his riduur and the only people on Ro's must invite list was his family. They had a bond that went closer than blood and Dagon knew his clan of two needed to do.

He moved the clan of two back to Arumorut, using the ship that Nejaa and Kaiyah brought to move the stuff that Dagon couldn't or wouldn't sell, Ro never seemed to hold on to much.

Ro was furious, initially. Dagon had plans, big plans, to be a designer and he was right at the cusp of finally getting his own line. Moving back to Arumorut would be a step back for his career or end it entirely. In Ro's mind, he could at least play security while Dagon chased his dreams and then they could settle down wherever. It didn't matter to Ro as long as he got to see his family regularly, somewhere Mid or Outer Rim, he didn't want to be too far in case of an emergency.

The move ended up being the best thing to happen to them, not a month after settling in Kaiyah brought home a little Twi'lek girl. She couldn't have been older than five, but with her malnutrition it was hard to guess and she didn't know. She didn't even have a name and barely spoke Huttese.

They named her Tann, for hope.

A year later, while debating on putting their names with an adoption agency now that The New Republic existed and Ro could get his record expunged since his Rebel activities were no longer deemed as 'treason' or 'terrorism', the twins fell in their laps. A woman had shoved the babies on Jax, who was working on a bounty at the time, she said she couldn't take care of them and knew that the Mandalorians could. Jax didn't have a soulmate at the time and knew that the Donetta-Awauds were thinking about adopting again, so he asked if they would like to add the Zabraki twins to their family. The boys couldn't have been more than a few months old, their skin was more pink than the vibrant red it now was.

Kato, for Dagon's father. Even if they didn't talk he still liked the name.

Ellis, for Ro's buir. It was her clan name before she joined Kai.

Ro knew he made the right choice when Kai-buir cried. It sounded terrible at the time, like he enjoyed making his father cry, but it was such a relief to find out that he could. That Kai wasn't entirely gone, just not always there.

Ro still asks Dagon if he regretted it. Losing his fashion line, being a boring tailor to people who didn't really need a tailor. On those days Dagon holds Ro closer, his chin resting on his Mandalorian's head, "Never. Not once. I've never been happier than when I'm with you. 'Boring tailor' and all. Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum, cyare."

^ Ro in his full armor. Isn't he a handsome boy?

Translations & Other Headcanons:

Ryma: Ryl, mother

Kora: Ryl, father

Buir: Mando'a, parent

Kai-buir: Mando'a, masc parents typically go by the first three letters of their name followed by 'buir'. The Donetta-Awaud children don't really follow this rule since they have one Buir and one Edalinare (Zabraki, family).

Ba'buir: Mando'a, grandparent

I headcannon Ro as a doctor who did all the bookwork, but never the internships which I believe is eight-ish years of school? Correct me if I'm wrong I just wanted to keep the timeline in some kind of order for myself (leaving Arumorut at sixteen + eight years of school leaves Ro somewhere near 24 when they have Tann, 25 for the twins). I also know that half the stuff Ro does in Arumorut a unlicensed doctor could never do in real life, but in his mind it got him close enough to what he wanted to do, hence the joke about 'not a doctor but close enough'. He was pretty over med school, honestly. Besides, he learned the good stuff from Nejaa (who is nowhere near doctor status, think closer to field medic/EMT who has Seen Some Shit).

Riduur: Mando'a, spouse

Tann: Ryl, hope

Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum, cyare: Mando'a, I know you forever, beloved.

In my brain, Dagon is like 6'4", 6'5"-ish and Ro is a short king comparatively coming in at a hot 5'8", 5'9" (he swears up and down he's a solid 5'10". He's not.) Ro is almost always little spoon and doesn't mind it one bit.

I feel like I need to add a disclaimer: did I accidentally create Numa and her uncle with Tann and Ro? Yes, yes I did. Do I really care at this point? No, because it makes moodboards easy. Numa and her family belong to Disney and Lucasfilms, I did not create them and I don't want anyone to think I did. That arc plus the fact she shows up in Rebels makes me cry.

[r6s-imagines]

Could I request 50 and 14 off the prompt post if you aren't too busy? Maybe Mute gets confessed to by his fellow oporator and friend the reader but Mute rejects them. They stay friends and become really close. Only for mute to realize later on that he loves the reader after the reader starts dating another operator or was asked out by another operator?

wow, that is SAD, and i need that in my life. mute is really underrated :(

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mute x reader >> consequences

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MASTERLIST

warnings: angst, cursing

prompts:

#14: “i know i did not hear that correctly.”

#50: “yes, i said i loved you, but that was years ago and things are different.”

you can find the prompt list here

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summary: mute’s decisions come back to haunt him.

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mark was young, but he wasn’t stupid.

every look you sent his way, every compliment, ice-breaker, or gesture made it painfully clear to him. sure, he enjoyed your presence, but it admittedly hurt him to watch you slowly get your hopes up for something more. mark didn’t have anything negative to say about you as a person, it just simply wasn’t the time to express feelings, considering it was only a year or so since you first crossed paths.

as mentioned before, chandar considers you someone worth spending real time with, discussing this and that. engineering, history, films, economy, you carried a conversation well. you were pretty, interesting, and well-mannered, what wasn’t to like? many nights, mark would lay on his back, thinking about what made you so special to him. in his mind, you were his sister, someone he feels the need to assure safety of.

it was one of those nights, cold and ominous. not a sound came from the halls except for your boots against the floor. your eyes stopped on “mark ‘mute’ chandar’” and froze, staring at the doorknob. was this a good time? you moved in, hearing nothing. maybe he’s not in, you wanted to tell yourself. maybe i could just turn around and pretend i didn’t come here.

almost on cue, the door swung open. you were paralyzed in shock, face heated. now was a really, really bad time and i shouldn’t’ve come here.

“something you need?” mark asked, eyebrow quirked. any other time than now, you would’ve been swooning at his accent. you squeaked, fiddling with your hands.

“erm...” you practiced it hundreds of times before, why are you freezing up now? “i need to talk to you.”

he frowned.

“is it important?” you flinched at his question, suddenly feeling a great shame.

“yeah.”

he looked down, noticing your shorts and slippers.

“it’s cold, come in,” he stepped aside, leaving you to enter to your death. your mind flipped to every possible outcome, from his loving embrace to a kick in the ass. once you stood beside his tall figure, you began to feel intimidated.

“get on with it,” he impatiently requested, tapping his foot. “haven’t all night.”

“mark,” you began, taking a deep breath. “i think i like you.” short and sweet, straight to the point, not like you planned but you cracked under pressure.

he frowned.

“i should hope so, s’not great to have enemies,” he nonchalantly replied, shrugged. “you came here to tell me that?”

“you don’t understand,” you pleaded. “i like you. i.... i think i love you.” for the first time in years, chandar’s eyes were wide. he admittedly saw this coming, but he didn’t think it would be now of all times. you loved him?

“i know i did not hear that correctly,” he teased. almost immediately, your eyes began to sting and you lost your breath. “love? don’t be ridiculous.”

he thought it was one big joke, you thought. sure, he was blunt, but sometimes he could be downright fucking rude. letting a single hiccup slip out, you spun around and exited, walking as fast as you could with numb legs. mute was left in his room, dumbfounded and still.

“did i fuck up?”

•••

“thought you and mute were close,” many would say, shouldering you. you’d chuckle, but every comment left your heart in smaller pieces. days following the incident, you hadn’t left your room, opting for loud, angry music and isolation. weeks passed, you steered clear of all contact with the sas. months passed, you blocked all memories of a silent brit. unbeknownst to you, mark would stand at your door, holding his knuckles to the wood before pausing, deciding to approach you another day. if he had a weakness, it was admitting his shortcomings.

he’d train relentlessly, throwing punches and lifting as much as he could so he’d be sore enough to forget his emotional pain the next day. more than physical training, however, he’d focus on writing. it was an odd hobby for a man of few words, but if he couldn’t express anything verbally, journaling or even angrily scratching a pen against paper was enough to calm him down.

his head was crowded as he frantically tried to write an apology.

“dearest y/n,”

what is he, a fuckin’ soldier in 1940?

“y/n,”

this isn’t a work email, mark, think!

“to my love,”

that’s too soon, isn’t it?

“please don’t crumple this up before reading what i have to say,”

now that’s just desperate.

“y/n, i’ve misread my recent emotions and want to sincerely apologize for my behavior.”

a little better... straight to the point without being weird.

“that day you confessed, i must have given in to the pressure. nobody’s ever been that forward with me, and my panic overtook my logical thinking. admittedly, i have not experienced the feelings i have around you.

when i’m around you, i feel sick. in a good way, i think. the kind of sick that makes you feel weightless, careless, lofty. nobody’s ever made me feel this way, and it’s stronger than a platonic bond.

there’s something i should’ve told you a long time ago.

please see me tonight at 8.”

his pen stopped moving. honestly, he hadn’t noticed how much he’d poured out. his face felt warm, seeing his real emotions in front of him made him uncomfortable. the discomfort, however, was not entirely unwanted: something about the danger made him motivated to continue.

enough was enough however, and he tore the page from his journal, folding it and writing your name. for what felt like the eighth time in twenty four hours, mark stared at your door, considering his choices one last time. finally, with enough courage, mark slapped the note onto your door with tape, keeping his hand in contact with the paper for longer than necessary. he sighed, spinning on his heel.

did you just giggle?

he stopped in his tracks, immediately returning to place an ear against the wall, listening.

“and i told her, i said, ‘next time, you put your money where your mouth is!’” there was a slap followed by laughter. at first, mark couldn’t pinpoint the voice. “let me tell you something, darlin’. if you’re as crazy as that lady, i may’ ve checked you in myself.”

“oh, jordan!” you teased, your muffled laughter sending a cold shiver down mark’s spine.

jordan...?

a pulsing anger ran through his body, mostly at himself. how could he... how could he just let you go? his head lay against your door, now supporting his own body as it felt lighter than his skull.

i did this to myself, he’d shout internally, bunching his fists. if i wasn’t such a bumbling fool...

the door swung open. mark finally realized what your situation was like all those months ago, waiting outside of his room to give a word of your own.

“mute!” the voice finally spoke clearly. “what, eh, what brings you ‘round here?” he frowned, not responding. he squeezed the note tighter. thermite uneasily scratched his neck, bouncing his weight between his feet. “y/n thought she heard a peep out here, i was just... checking it out.”

he let out a dissatisfied “hm.” suddenly, he really hated texas. jordan continued to fill the quiet air.

“did you need something?” his voice was lower, almost protective. “she doesn’t want you around anymore. thought that was clear.”

“give this to her,” he begged himself to say. his tight mouth refused, and as a final message, the note slipped from his hands, fluttering onto the floor. mark didn’t stay long after, parting with a concluding stare.

“jordan? everything all right?” you asked, reaching around to put an hand on his upper arm. his eyebrows furrowed. in one motion, he scraped the paper against the floor with his boot, sending it under your shelf to be forgotten.

“yeah,” he replied, staring at the ghost of mute. “everything’s all right.”

[i-choose-liam]

TRR Chapter Tie-Ins

A/N: Here’s the second chapter to my TRR Tie-in series, which I had previously titled The Crown and the Apron on my old account. But now that’s the name for my Liam x MC one shots on ao3. I would urge you to check out the previous chapter before reading this one, since it’s a series (though incomplete).

If you would like to be tagged for my future works, please let me know. And if you don’t want to be tagged anymore, don’t hesitate to tell me! I’m considering retiring the whole tag list thing altogether because I am really forgetful in general and then I get anxious, thinking I must have missed someone who asked to be tagged and now they are offended. Or worse – tagged someone who doesn’t want to read it. Yeah, things get really busy in this noggin.

Thanks in advance for reading!

Chapter 1: Once Upon A Time

Chapter 2: Welcome to Cordonia 

They welcomed him home. Everyone was in great spirits. His father made some jokes about bachelor-hood and freedom. His stepmother couldn’t stop talking about the upcoming Masquerade ball. 

"Your Highness?", Bastien cleared his throat, "Forgive me if I overstep but, you seem preoccupied. Are you all right?" 

Of course. His bodyguard would notice he wasn't himself, not his family. 

"You have every right to ask about my well-being, Bastien", Liam smiled, "I assure you, I am fine" 

Who in this godforsaken place would understand what storms raged in his heart? Who could he tell that while they discussed, laughed, formed plans about choosing his bride, he kept thinking about the girl he had left behind? 

The girl with starlight in her eyes, who had touched his face when she kissed him. The girl who wanted to know his soul, who made him feel alive and... breathing. 

Across the ocean, she was going on about her life, and he knew he would have to go on about his. 

'You can't fight fate', Liam reminded himself. 

"Is this him?"

Dani showed her sister the phone screen. 

It was a google image of Prince Liam of Cordonia. Riley stared at it in admiration, then regained her composure enough to roll eyes at her sister. 

"Of course it's him, Dani. Liam is not the kind of guy who lies" 

"Okay, lovestruck. Just checking", Dani typed in another name, "What's Maxwell's last name again?" 

"I really don't know. Go ask him" 

Dani walked to the bedroom door and poked her head out. Maxwell was sitting on the couch, looking at his surroundings. 

"Hey", Dani called to him, "What's your last name?" 

He was a bit startled at first, but replied, 

"Uh, Beaumont" 

"Okay" 

She stepped back in again and sat on the bed, next to Riley's luggage bag. 

"Help me", Riley sighed, "How many books?" 

Dani didn't look up from her phone.

"Zero, you nerd. You're going over there to seduce a Prince, not compete in a math olympiad" 

"What am I supposed to do there in my free time? I mean, I'm going to be studying Cordonian politics and history in depth, of course. I should also probably check out their library for books on the culture. Oh, I should take my laptop along to take notes. Maybe my Mac..." 

Dani growled and put her phone down. She stood up and grabbed her sister by the arms. 

"Riles... this is exactly why the school suspended you" 

"Put me on sabbatical", Riley corrected her. 

"Whatever. You were on the verge of a burn-out. Stop thinking so much! I know you can't just turn it off but try? You keep looking at this wonderful, fairytale opportunity as a research assignment. You're already sucking half the fun out of it", Dani begged her, "For once in your life, listen to your heart, not your brain" 

"Bu..." 

"Ssh" 

Dani pointed to her sister's chest, raising her eyebrows. 

"Listen. Can you hear that?" 

"Dani..." 

"Ssh! It's saying...", she tapped her sister's chest, "Li-am. Li-am. Li-am" 

"Get off me", Riley laughed and shoved her a little. 

Dani grinned and got back to her phone. She nodded, 

"Okay. Maxwell checks out too. But his insta has a picture of him pointing a sword at a champagne bottle. Huh" 

"I'll be fine", Riley put in five of her favourite books while Dani wasn't looking, "If anything turns out to be sketchy, I will just... karate-chop my way out of there. I memorised the number of the American embassy in the Cordonian capital. I have mace, my tazer..." 

"Jesus Christ" 

"...and my Wonder Woman pendant", Riley stopped to ask, "Do you think I'm making a mistake?" 

Dani had to rip her attention away from Maxwell's skinny dipping pictures. Her sister stood before her with that guarded look she knew too well. 

"No, of course not", Dani assured her. 

"What if Liam doesn't even remember me? Or what if he does? And we fall in love and get married and I have to become a princess? And then Queen?" 

"Hey, hey", Dani said, "One step at a time. Don't do this to yourself. Leap, Riley. This is an opportunity. You owe it to yourself after 23 years of relentless hard work. There's a super loaded guy outside who is going to buy you fancy dresses and shoes, just so you can impress a bunch of Europeans. Remember - you're doing this for Liam as well as for yourself. You deserve this, okay?" 

It scared Dani to see her sister tear up. Riley had always been the strongest of the two.

"I am not used to this”, Riley bit her lip, “I can't socialise with strangers and woo a Prince. This is your kind of stuff" 

"Well, I'm not the one Liam kissed on our doorstep, you know?", Dani grinned, wanting a reaction from Riley, "But if you want me to, I could pretend to be you and marry him. I could wear a low-cut blouse for when I see him, flash him the girls a little and..." 

"Shut up" 

Giggling, Dani watched her sister grumble and lock her bag. Riley stood up straight and took a deep breath. 

"This is it", she mumbled, "No backing out now. I told Maxwell I would come. I'm a woman of my word. Yes, I am" 

She checked her wristwatch, 

"All right. It's time. Please take care of the bills. If someone from my school calls, tell them I've gone to India for a "spiritual break". Or make it Bali. And please don't let Mr. Burns bully... where is Mr. Burns?" 

The twins emerged out of their room with the luggage, looking around for a particular someone. 

"Mr. Burns?", Riley called, "Smithers?" 

A happy yelp was the answer to Riley's voice. Their dog came bounding into the drawing room at the sound of her voice. He jumped on her, drooling all over her waist. 

"Who's my sweet, sweet boy?", Riley cooed and got on her knees to hug him, "You're my sweet boy. My good little Smithers" 

Maxwell approached them, 

"Aw! He's so friendly" 

"That's Smithers for ya", Dani said. 

Their attention was then drawn to the sound of a weak meow, coming from a sluggish grandpa cat. He ambled into the drawing room and deposited himself at Riley's feet. 

"And this is?", Maxwell asked. 

"Mr. Burns", Riley let go off Smithers to cuddle her cat, "He and Smithers have a toxic relationship. But no matter what we do, Smithers won't stop licking and loving Mr. Burns. Don't be a jerk while I'm gone, okay Mr. Burns? Be nice to Dani and Smithers. I love you so much! Muah!" 

Smithers began licking Mr. Burns' head affectionately. The old cat endured it with a sour face. 

"Okay. I have to go now. Bye", Riley kissed her pets again. 

She stood up and hugged her sister. 

"Take care of yourself. If you need me for anything - anything at all - just give me a call. I'll be back on the first flight" 

Dani smiled and wiped a tear. She tightened the hug, 

"Same" 

They let go and smiled awkwardly at each other. Riley picked up her bag and marched towards the door. Smithers woof'd and followed her. He stood looking up at her, wagging his tail. Behind, Mr. Burns slowly began to make his way to them. 

"Oh no, boy. Sorry. I'm going alone. I'll be back before you know it", Riley's voice broke, "I promise" 

Smithers and Mr. Burns stood looking at her with hope. Maxwell sniffed. 

"Come on, boys", Dani heaved Mr. Burns in her arms, and tugged on Smithers' collar, "She is going to be fine" 

Riley sure hoped so. 

Liam held his head with both hands. He had smiled at and indulged them as best as he could. The opening of the social season was upon him and here he sat, thinking about Riley. 

Why? Why should he think of her and make himself miserable? 

He tried his best to fight it. There wasn't anything special about Riley, was there? A working class American, brave and opinionated. It was kind of silly how she had blushed when she told him she wanted to find love. And her constant asking him whether he was enjoying himself had bordered on nagging. And that... that stupid dimple in her cheek when she smiled. 

Trivial! Ordinary! Unwanted! 

Liam released a hopeless sigh. 

He was lying to himself. He admired Riley’s courage, shared her opinions. That blush on her face had made his breath hitch. Her concern for his happiness had made him want to throw himself into her arms. And her dimple was adorable! He should have kissed it over and over again while he had the chance. 

This wouldn't do. He had responsibilities. He needed to think beyond his own interests at every point. Cordonia deserved a prince who put them first. And his future wife deserved a clean slate from his end. It wasn't her fault that her husband-to-be was hung up on a girl who could never be his. 

But he could dream of her, couldn't he? That wouldn’t hurt anyone. Only himself. And he was fine with it. Yeah. They couldn't rob him of his dreams.

Could they? 

"Hey, Dan. It's me. You're probably asleep but I just wanted to let you know I got here safe and sound", Riley spoke into the phone, "Maxwell is sweet. Found the asshole of the group though. It's that Drake guy. Anyway, I'm getting ready for the Masquerade ball. I had to pay for the dress myself. But Maxwell will probably reimburse me for it. He's my sponsor after all. Hah. Sponsor" 

Taking a deep breath, she sat down on a boutique chair. 

"You would love the dress. It's red and a little sheer in places. I feel like a femme fatale, hehe... I wonder if Liam will realise it's me in this fancy dress and mask. Yes, I'm wearing a mask" 

Maxwell beckoned to her from the boutique's door. Riley held up a finger to him, smiling. 

"I gotta go. Don't go out without having breakfast. And don't spend all your money on pizza. Cook. Kiss Smithers and Mr. Burns for me. Gosh, this still feels like a dream, sis. I wasn't even this nervous for my first moot court. Anyway... take care. I lov..." 

The voicemail cut her off before she could finish. Riley slipped the phone into her handbag. She rose, straightened her mask, and walked to Maxwell. 

She smiled at him and whispered to herself, 

"Showtime" 

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Perfect Intentions (Jake X MC)

A/N: Hey! So this is another fic for the Choices September Challenge! Day 25: Best Friends. This fic was really fun to write because this is a really funny idea of mine. An idea of Diego second guessing Jake and having that conversation with him about Logan. I hope you like this and let me know what you think! 💗

Warning: T

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Summary: Diego is hesitant to accept Jake as a part of Logan’s life. Maybe a heart to heart will help him figure him out.

Diego eyes the crowd suspiciously, his mind to so many different places at once. He can’t quite seem to let his thoughts function properly, as his doubts and worries always seem to get ahead of him. It’s like a race boiling in his mind and the obnoxious chants of his doubts are haunting and taunting every damn second of the day. He can’t quite figure out why he feels like this. It’s nothing too major and he doesn’t know why he’s worrying so much.

Logan is a big girl. Hell, she’s an adult. She can do as she pleases. She’s not his responsibility. Never has been. Just his best friend and that is more than enough. They’ve been inseparable for years on end and it almost feels like forever since they’ve known each other. Diego can’t remember a day that he hasn’t not spent with her. She’s everything to him and she’s helped him crawl out of the darkest places and get through the tough times.

A weak smile crosses his lips, as he reminisces on some of the best memories of them. Logan was always a wild child and she was definitely at her worst through high school. Everything kinda went a little south for her and she was still trying to help Diego as he got through his endless bullying. She defended him non stop and she always stuck by his side. Diego sometimes tried to tell her that he was okay and that she didn’t need to defend him all the time. But like you’d expect, she didn’t listen and refused to let him suffer on his own. 

That’s actually how they met.

Diego was getting verbally abused by a kid a year older than him sometime during elementary school. It happened in the line for lunch in the cafeteria and Logan was stood behind them. She watched with horror and refused to let Diego be picked on because of someone else’s insecurities. Turns out, the older kid was judging Diego on being shorter. Later, bullying became more intense when he came out as gay. But Logan never left him, defending him like she did on the first day they met. She actually through food in the bully’s face and that’s the day she also got into her first fight.

But before she got in trouble, she came up to whispered in his ear with a proud smile on her face.

“It was worth it.” 

That’s it. That’s all it took for Diego to realise that a friendship had truly started to blossom. And it grew. And it grew. And it grew. And now... they can’t live without each other. They tell each other everything. There are no secrets between them and that can be a little annoying at times when Logan talks endlessly about her recent lover... Jake McKenzie.

Trust Diego when he says that he doesn’t hate Jake. He’s definitely rough around the edges but he can be kinda sorta cool. 

...

Oh who the fuck is Diego kidding? Jake’s a jerk. A condescending asshole who goes around giving people nicknames and making stupid sarcastic comments just to make himself feel better. He might be cute in a weird way but he’s just not good enough for Logan. She deserves someone so much better. Who isn’t an absolute idiot and acts like he’s the only who can get us outta here. Someone who isn’t overly proud and obsessed with drinking and putting people down. 

He gives out some of the weirdest nicknames as well. Short stuff and Pop Culture Petey is two of the ones Jake likes to use a lot. Everyone else got such cool ones and he’s stuck with... whatever those are. It’s ridiculous. 

Hell... maybe Diego is being ridiculous.

He has no right to be making any impulsive decisions for Logan. She can date whoever she likes. She’s mature enough. But what the hell makes her think Jake is good enough? Is he like... good at... 

No! Don’t even dare about that! 

Diego slaps himself on the head. Hard. Mentally kicking himself for making such a disgusting comment in his own head. He looks on from one of the sofas in the room, watching like a hawk to the corner of the room. It’s almost as if he’s not blinking and he’s trying to not miss a single moment, as Logan and Jake stand entangled in each other’s arms by the bar. Well, not so much entangled but Diego loves to exaggerate to make himself feel better. 

Jake has his arms resting innocently on Logan’s hips, firmly stroking the satin fabric of the off-white dress that perfectly hug her curves. His cerulean eyes drift down from time to time, eager to remind himself of her stunning appearance. There’s always a hidden desire in his eyes. Diego can’t tell if that’s horny or sweet. 

Then there’s Logan, whose holding a glass of bubbling champagne in one hand while her other is pressed firmly against Jake’s chest, smoothing out his tie and occasionally in his sandy hair, which Jake has unusually decided to gel into a beater style. Who knows if that was for Logan or not? Their faces are scarily close and it makes Diego feel slightly nauseous inside. He’s not sure why he’s so protective of Logan. Once again, she’s a grown woman, perfectly capable of controlling her own life. 

This probably isn’t even any of his business.

Eager to escape his stress, Diego takes a long sip out his glass of wine, his dark eyes scanning the crimson liquid and downing it rather quickly. He can’t take this anymore. He looks a little odd just lying on a sofa on his own, creepily eyeing the rest of the guests but he doesn’t care. Maybe he’s just jealous that Logan has somebody and Diego has... Well he’s working on it.

Perhaps that is why he cares. 

Diego takes one second to blink and when he reopens his eyes, in one swift motion, Jake is gone. Maybe he kept his eyes closed for too long without realising it but who the hell can move that fast and take the time to say goodbye to someone? Well, it’s weird. Now, Logan only remains stood at the bar, her glass of champagne starting to reduce in size. Suddenly, Michelle walks over to her and starts brightly bringing up a cheerful conversation. 

That causes Diego to finally tear his eyes away from the bar and focus on the seat of the sofa where he rests, exhaustion starts to weaken his strength and energy. He honestly just wants this party to end now. He takes a moment to just close his eyes and take a deep breath. He can’t help it when he feels like meditating in the middle of a party. He’s alone anyway.

At least, that’s what he thinks until a deep voice makes him jump with fright.

“Ha.” The figure says lowly and even the quietness of their tone and the shortness of their speech causes Diego to almost go inside out, as he flinches in his seat - his eyes opening widely with surprise.

Just the raspy and condescending addition to the tone reveals exactly who the interrupter is. Damnit, Jake. He’s everywhere. 

“What did you say?” Diego asked, shaking slightly from the unexpected shock.

Jake tries to suppress his laughter and moves his gaze to the floor. “I said hello, obviously.” He tries to lie but the natural sarcasm in his tone gives it all away and Diego narrows his eyes in irritation. 

“You little liar.” Diego remarks, his nose twitching with annoyance. 

Jake scoffs. “Little? You should really look at yourself before you call me little.” 

“Maybe you should get some better heels before you go around saying you’re not little.” 

An awkward silence goes by and it makes Diego cringe, as he glances down at he floor, in complete hope that Jake has just gone away and gave up. But Diego’s wish is ruined when Jake finally pipes up. 

“Got you a drink.” He states strangely, his voice a lot more idle than before. 

Diego reluctantly glances up, his eyes relaxing a little with annoyance when he notices the amused smirk crossing Jake’s lips. He’s holding two glasses of whiskey, completed with two blocks of ice. Which is weirdly... Diego’s favourite. 

“How thoughtful of you.” Diego jokes in a sarcastic tone of his own, an unreadable smirk on his face and he rolls his eyes as he turns away from Jake.

Jake stifles a disbelieving laugh, poking Diego with the drink. “Lo told me it was your favourite. Now take it before I drink it.” He urges and he keeps tapping Diego with the glass. Gently but it’s still annoying. 

“Fine but only so you’ll stop doing that.” Diego accepts the drink, roughly taking it from Jake and taking a long sip out of it, in desperate hope that his stress will melt away. Just Jake’s unwanted presence adds tension.

Another moment of silence passes and Jake seems like he’s expecting something. Instead, he relents and pretends like he heard something polite. “You’re welcome, kid.” He huffs in annoyance and Diego glances back barely.

“Oh... thanks. I guess.” 

Another awkward moment of silence. 

Then another.

And another.

Jake taps Diego on the shoulder and smirks. “May I?” He asks, gesturing to the seat beside Diego.

Truth is, Diego doesn’t wanna say yes. He just wants to be left alone so he can drown in his own sorrows but... this is Logan’s boyfriend. His best friend’s boyfriend. Guess he should at least attempt to get to know him. Doubt they can get through one conversation without Jake saying something stupid though.

“Sure.” Diego agrees hesitantly and Jake’s smirk widens as he takes the seat beside Diego, collapsing back and sinking into the leather material. He appears to be comfortable.

Jake takes a long sip of his whiskey and releases a heavy sigh. “...Do you hate me, Pop?” He questions, raising an eyebrow in a curious manor.

Diego just rolls his eyes, almost unsurprised. “I don’t hate you. And stop calling me ‘Pop’. It’s annoying.” He responds blandly and Jake tries his best to suppress a chuckle. 

“Oh really? I see your glares and hear your snappy comebacks every time I talk.” Jake counters, folding his arms and running a hand through his sandy hair. “If you wanna talk to me about Logan... go ahead. I ain’t too worried.” 

Hearing that, Diego definitely takes it the wrong way. “I think that’s why I’m so doubtful about you, Jake. You’re careless. You’re not worried. About anything. I bet you don’t even see a future with Logan and she’s just a damn puppet to you.” 

Immediately, Jake is taken aback by Diego’s impulsive words and that’s when he realises he may have went a little too far. He may have just disrespected Jake in way no one ever should and that’s in his heart. The words hit the pilot like darts but he doesn’t show it in his exterior. Instead, his expression falls and everything goes blank. No emotion lurks in his face and he just stares at Diego blankly, his hands balling into fists. Taking a deep breath, Jake relaxes after a moment of tensing up, his muscles flinching with fear. His eyes snap up and he presses his lips together. 

Diego suddenly starts to feel guilty, knowing this may have been too far of a judgment to make. “Jake I...” 

“Don’t say that.” Jake cuts Diego off, his tone so much colder and harsher than before. “Don’t ever say that.” He pauses, heavy breaths escaping him after each second and he avoids Diego’s loose gaze. “Don’t ever say that I don’t care about her because I do. More than anything. She’s the only thing keeping me alive. Keeping us all alive. Don’t even dare try to assume that I think of her as a puppet. I don’t control her. She makes her own damn decisions and if you think I’m not sticking around... think again. Because I ain’t going anywhere. Not ever.” Once he finishes speaking, Jake’s eyes fall to stare at his knees, as he realises how passionate he just got with his words.

In some way, he regrets it. Diego is shocked to his very core, surprised that Jake actually had something like that in him. He’s a maniac usually. A cocky jerk with a smile that could kill the wrong people. But he cares. He actually cares about Logan. That’s really all that matters. 

Diego is momentarily lost for words, unsure how to react to such a speech. “...Wow. So you do care about her.” 

Jake tilts his head, a lost look in his eyes but there’s a certainty lurking deep within. “Call me crazy but... I love her.” 

Diego is completely tainted with shock and awe and he can’t seem to contain the excitement that clearly erupts in his next words. 

“Really? You love her?”

Jake chuckles heavily. “You don’t gotta act so surprised.” He jokes, his voice dropping to a low mutter. His nerves are definitely creeping up on him. 

“Sorry but... you don’t seem like that type of guy.” Diego admits, feeling guilty that he misjudged Jake so much. 

“Heh. Well I didn’t think I was until now.” Jake mumbles, as he takes another sip out of his whiskey, fixing his eyes on the amber liquid and watching intently as the ice swirls around in the glass. 

Diego takes a moment to contemplate, releasing a silence into the air. He smiles to himself as he realises that Logan may be in good hands after all. He’s glad that fact dawned on him at the right moment. 

“...You’re alright, Jake.” Diego confesses, grinning at the pilot approvingly. It’s almost like a ‘I’m finally gonna accept that you’re fucking my best friend’ type of look. 

Jake smirks at that, patting Diego on the back. “You’re pretty okay too, Bear.” 

Diego leans back, stunned at the new nickname. “Bear?” He reacts, his eyes widening into ovals. 

“What? You didn’t like ‘Pop Culture Petey’ or ‘Short Stuff’ so I thought of Bear.” Jake explains himself for some reason, trying to suppress a laugh.

“As in Bear Grylls?” Diego asks, really hoping that’s not he meant. 

“Kind of a mixture between Bear Grylls and a regular bear. The castaway look gave me too many ideas.” Jake jokes, before slowly rising from his seat, as he downs the rest of his whiskey. 

Diego fiddles with his hair, slightly self-conscious. “It’s not that hairy!” He exclaims, a little louder than intended.

Jake just smirks, though it seems more genuine than before. “Hey... Diego. Was a pretty good talk we had there.” He admits and it’s a odd look on him. Normality.

Diego folds his arms and nods along. “You know... it actually was. You take care of Lo. She’s special.” 

“More than any of us will ever know.”

And that’s the last thing Jake says before his eyes snap up from he hears the sound of familiar footsteps approaching them. The same light footsteps that are always unmistakable. In the white satin dress that Jake picked out for her, Logan approaches them, immediately shooting a small wave at Diego but planting a soft kiss on Jake’s lips. 

“Hey, you.” She whispers, resting her forehead against his sweetly.

Jake smirks at that. “Hey, Princess.” 

Diego suddenly feels the need to chime in. “Oh no! PDA. PDA! My eyes!” He says, mimicking a scene where he exaggeratedly puts his hands over his eyes and pretends he’s going blind. He used to do it to Logan every day in high school.

Logan just giggles while widening her arms around Jake’s neck. “Sorry, Diego. Don’t worry, we’re going now anyway.” She admits, shooting a teasing look at Jake, which is a lot more seductive than Diego needed to notice.

Hunger starts to build in Jake’s eyes and he snakes his arms around Logan’s petite waist. “You said you had a surprise for me.”  

“Oh you bet I do. You might love it a little too much.”

Diego almost chokes on his drink. “...I almost died just now. I’m this close to spitting my whiskey at you.” 

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2 a.m. ` Xu Minghao

Anon requested: “ Scenario that starts w Minghao totally puppy-eyes-ing reader bc they're leader of the Anti Dab Squad ™ “

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 1654

A/N: i’m sorry if it’s not what you wanted because i didn’t really understand, but i hope you like it! 

you guys met through Seungkwan, kinda 

after a rough night of practice, all the members are too tired to even think about cooking at home 

cough Mingyu cough 

it’s past 12 am and they are starving 

so they head to their go to restaurant by their practice room 

“hi can i take your order?” you smile tiredly at the large group that just came in, 

barely recognizing their faces tbh 

“yeah can we get..” one guy starts listing their order, while you hurry to write it all 

“Y/n?? is that you??”  Seungkwan interrupts his hyung, staring at you with a hand over his mouth 

you start to focus as you squint 

“Seungkwan?” you exclaim 

you scan the rest of their faces, “and they must be your members!” 

“how have you been? why are you in Seoul?” 

you calm yourself and say amused, “I should take your order first, i’m sure your members are hungry Seungkwan” 

he reddens as the others laugh at your teasing tone

once you leave all the members turn to Seungkwan 

“who was that?” Minghao asks, being right next to him 

“ahhh, we pretty much grew up together she lived in my neighborhood” 

“I could barely recognize her she looks different” Seungkwan hums as an afterthought 

“i’m sure you do too” Minghao says making everyone burst into laughter

the rest of the night goes pretty smoothly

even when Seungkwan calls you over to sit down, saying you MUST meet the members 

you and Seungkwan are laughing together exchanging phone numbers, promising to keep in touch from now on 

Minghao didn’t think much of you other than you were Seungkwan’s cute friend, 

nothing else 

but one night, he leaves the practice room on a break 

just wanting to go take a walk, to relax his mind 

it’s probably like two am when he sees two figures across the street 

at first he just looks away, thinking its probably a couple wanting to relax like him 

“SIR! You need to go home, look I’ll call you a taxi” 

he immediately notices the way the tone reflects fear, despite how strong it comes off

taking quick, long strides he does the first thing at comes to mind 

“babeee, you wanna see something cool?” 

he has his arm thrown around the girl’s shoulder, and looks down to make eye contact 

and it only takes a few moments for you both to recognize each other 

your mouth opens in shock, but you keep your composure realizing what he was trying to do

Minghao turns and glares at the man, who he realizes is drunk 

“why are you talking to my girl”  

this fluttering feeling you felt was totally not appropriate for the situation 

his arm tightens around your shoulder protectively 

the man stumbles a bit, but even his drunk mind is able to simply mumble a few words and walk away

heart still racing, you turn to him 

“Minghao right?” 

“yeah, and Y/n?” he takes his arm off your shoulder

it was nice while it lasted 

“well thank you Minghao” 

“you welcome,” he cracks a smile, “though you could’ve just ran away, or slapped the dude” 

you huff, “well you didn’t have to come pretend to be a boyfriend either” 

so maybe he’s a bit of a romanticist 

he shrugs and says 

“where are you going? i’ll walk you”

“please i’m sure you have things to do, i’ll be fine” you shake your head at him, walking ahead 

he follows you

“well what kind of a man would I be, i definitely can’t, especially since you’re Seungkwan’s friend” 

you gasp, eyes widening, “do NOT tell Kwannie, you know he’s a worry wart!!” 

“i won’t,” he laughs, “why are you even out this late?” 

“work,” you raise an eyebrow, “who else is going to feed people like you who eat past 12 am” 

he laughs again nodding 

and you can’t help but feel surprised at how comfortable the two of you guys are 

“so what was that cool thing you wanted to show me?” 

“ummm myself?” 

and he actually dabs 

dabs

“oh gosh nooo” you scrunch up your nose in disgust

“you have a problem with dabbing?” 

“it’s stupid” you deadpan 

“i guess we can’t be friends then” he shakes his head disappointingly 

you’re about to retort but Minghao gets a call

you wait by him as he answers, rocking back and forth on your heels 

“where are you we need to finish” Minghao looks at you 

“right now?” he answers Soonyoung

“yeah” 

“okay” he answers reluctantly, i’ll be there soon” 

you stand patiently, already understanding the call

“see, you do have things to do” 

you smile, already making the motion to wave goodbye and walk away 

but

“let me give you my number”

he stares into your eyes confidently, somehow making you automatically hand him your phone

“wait why?” 

there’s unwanted butterflies in your stomach

“text me when you get home, so I know you’re safe”

with one last smile, he turns around, going back

as you walk back, you can’t help your heart that’s beating so rapidly

when you get home you text him right away

to your surprise he responds quickly, with a short ‘i’m glad’ 

the typing bubble pops up

‘but idk if we can keep talking if you dislike dabbing’ 

so here starts the back and forth playful arguments

past that though, the friendship you have with Minghao is...

probably way to affectionate to be considered a normal friendship

he never fails to ask about how your day is going 

while you ask about him about his

you tease him to try to pull some spoilers out of him 

cue him sending you a bunch of selfies of him dabbing in return 

he texts you goodnight,,

and you stare at your phone nervously as you type out your response 

you squeal, immediately go to delete, 

internally calling yourself crazy 

except you press SEND 

after realizing what you did you fling yourself headfirst into your pillow 

because you did not just text Xu Minghao goodnight 

WITH A HEART

no no no you’re absolutely dying of embarrassment 

you phone pings, and you over dramatically pick it up

your grip tightens on your phone as your eyes stare at the notification

he sent a heart back 

oh my god 

you didn’t know that he was grinning widely laying his head down on his pillow 

clutching the phone closer to him, he lets out a sigh 

yes imagine soft minghao tears

thughao is totally losing his street cred for being an absolutely softy for you 

“GUYS MINGHAO IS TEXTING Y/N” 

Mingyu yells, his voice echoing in the dorm 

“SHUT UP YOU PUNK”

Minghao yells at him, glaring intensely 

yeah he’d probably regret exposing Minghao later but all the members rushing into their room, was just too funny 

see, Minghao’s not really the type to keep secrets from his members 

especially ones about a girl he really liked 

and they approved, but the problem with telling Seventeen.. 

THE ENDLESS TEASING 

Junhui jumps on his fellow member laughing brightly 

“well aren’t you going to ask her out” 

“oof” 

ignoring the question, Minghao pushes him off 

“okay i’m going for a walk” 

he grabs his cap and mask, heading out 

“AND ASK HER OUT WHILE YOU’RE AT IT” 

Seungkwan’s voice is the last thing he hears before closing the door 

okay and actually that didn’t seem like a bad idea to him? 

oh besides the fact it was literally the middle of the night 

sitting down, in front of that oh so familiar road

he takes a chance

looking at your contact, he types 

‘are you awake’ 

he doesn’t have to wait long as you text back a minute later 

‘yeah’ 

‘you should be sleeping’ 

‘says the person who texted me’ 

he cracks a smile 

‘are you busy right now’ 

‘no what could i actually even be doing at this time of night’ 

‘meeting me at our bench?’ 

it scares you, 

how you know exactly that bench he’s talking about 

and how he refered to it has ‘our bench’ 

but you text him an ‘okay’ 

walking up to him, sitting yourself only an inch apart from him 

he still remains silent 

so you do too 

a minute goes by

that felt like an hour of you listening to the soft sound of him breathing 

he speaks, “so why were you awake?” 

how smooth of him 

swinging you legs back and forth, you answer airily

“college and all that you know” 

he hums at your generic answer 

“i couldn’t sleep, without asking you one thing” 

you turn to look at him

he’s staring directly at you 

“ask away” 

“will you go out with me?” 

you cheeks turn rosy as you let out a surprised sound

“i-i, yes” 

he laughs

it’s a soft, happy sound 

you immediately start to smile

the smile on his face is very contagious 

you punch his chest lightly, 

“and you had to ask this at two am?” 

“i actually think 2 am is a pretty good time” he jokes

you shove his leg playfully 

“yeah just as good as all the stupid dabs you do” 

he leans in, scrunching his nose at you

face just inches away from yours 

“you said you’d go out with me, meaning you’re going out with my dabs too” 

pushing him away, regrettably, you stand up crossing your arms 

“excuse you i don’t remember agreeing to that” 

he stands up too

and grabs your hands

gently pulling them down to your side, never letting go 

“we’re a package deal y/n” 

something about the way he says your name makes you melt 

then he grins mischievously 

with his hand still in yours, he brings your arm up 

and makes you dab 

you gape at him in disbelief, completely frozen like ice 

“there i’m satisfied” he nods smiling

pressing his lips to your cheek 

and suddenly you’re melting again 

i apologize for the mess that this is AALDKSLDSDFJ

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Run And Don’t Look Back Chapter Four

Summary: Running from her past she finally settles down in a new town. But as it turns out, helping the wrong person will throw her even deeper in the life than she had ever been before.

Characters: Jane, Sam, Dean

Word count: 3 712

Warnings: angst, pain, interrogation, panic

A/N: I won't be listing characters in future chapters, because I would honestly consider it a spoiler. If you have any questions, requests or suggestions feel free to message me. I apreciate any kind of feedback 😊

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Beeping. Beeping.

The constant beeping sound was beggining to drive her mad. Was it her alarm clock? Probably, yes, it made sence. Perhaps she could call in sick for the day and just spend the whole day reading and sleeping. Yeah, that would be nice. She bad never been able to do that before, there had always been something that needed to be taken care of first and she had been putting off her lazy day for years. But then again, she couldn't draw unwanted attention to herself. She internally sighed. That was how she had become friends with Rosie in the first place; she had come to work with a flu and her coworker with motherly instincts had been quick to drive her home and had even gone so far she'd cooked her soup and had made sure her blanket was warm enough. She found herself smiling. Rosie was like her older sister, always making sure she was okay before taking her out to have fun. Jane cursed herself for getting so close to her, making her a target.

"You got anything?" Dean asked, looking up from the magazine. Sam closed the door behind him and shook his head.

"I called every hunter we know, but none of them heard about any of her aliases," he answered.

Dean tilted his head to the side. "Maybe she just likes working alone."

"Yeah, maybe." Sam sat down next to his brother and looked at the girl on the bed. She was pale, freckles clear on her skin, her red hair the only colour in the room.

A target. She was supposed to text her when she got home. Had she, though? She could clearly remember the walk home, taking out her keys, her gun. Why was she taking out her gun? And then it all came flooding back. Crowley, demons, torture. She'd told him her name. He knew her name! How could had she been so stupid to give up information like this?

The beeping quickened. The brothers looked up at her, but weren't hopeful; it wasn't the first time it happened and she still hadn't woken up.

She tried to clear her head. She had to run, get as far away from Crowley as she could. But she had to deal with the situation she was in at the moment first. She was in a hospital; she would know the smell of one anywhere. There was an IV in both of her arms, they were probably giving her analgesics, given that she didn't feel any pain.

The door to the room opened and a nurse came in. Neither brother seemed startled by it. Jane wasn't completely awake yet, still floating in her own mind, unable to open her eyes, but she was starting to be more aware of her surroundings and her body. The nurse came to her and examined her results on the machines next to her bed. She scribed something in her documents and left the room without a word.

Dean chuckled.

"What, you got something?" Sam asked eagerly.

Dean looked up from the magazine. "Yeah, I mean, I just found out I have now-" he stopped to think "- five untreatable deseases," he laughed.

Jane had to internally clench her fists to hold herself from rolling her eyes. She could still hear his angry voice calling out for Crowley. How could he be so relaxed?

Sam rolled his eyes. "Dude, seriously? We've been here for a week and you're still reading that?"

Now that had her almost jumping awake. A week? No, that couldn't be right. But then she recalled her injuries and it all started making sence. Of course it would take time for her body to recover from the trauma, she had felt how weak she had been; she had been dying. Whether it had been out of blood loss, shock or fever she didn't know, not that it mattered. She tried to move, managing to curl her fingers just slightly. She had to get up.

Taking a deep breath, she slowly opened her eyes, blinking from all the brightness that surrounded her. She couldn't help the groan that escaped her lips when she tried to shield her eyes with a hand; the hospital room was too vivid, the whiteness hurting her eyes even through her fingers.

The Winchesters looked up, seeing the girl trying to sit up while keeping a hand in front of her face. Her whole body ached, but she pushed through the pain and forced her body to cooperate, clenching her teeth. Her head spun just as she spotted two large male figures getting closer to her. Panic rushed through her. She had to get away. Not thinking, she kicked her legs in hopes of getting away from them, but only shouted out in pain when she moved her right leg, painful stinging shooting from her knee to the rest of her body. The beeping of the machine only quickened.

"Whoa, whoa, easy," one of them said, but she couldn't see anything more than his siluette, the light blinding her.

"Dean," the other one said, motioning towards the windows that were now behind her. She shifted again, careful not to move her right leg this time, and sat with her back against the head board, still shielding from the light. She tried to focus her eyes, but everything seemed blurry, her head fuzzy.

The room darkened just as Dean drew back the curtain. Jane blinked a few times, letting her arm fall to her lap, close to the IV in her other arm; if they wanted to hurt her, she might as well use it as a weapon. There was a man standing next to her bed and her heart skipped a beat yet again. He was huge. His shoulders were broad, his whole body massive. She drew in a breath, her whole body tensing.

He put his arms in front of him. "Hey, hey, it's okay, you're safe," he said in a softer voice than she thought he would be capable of, "we're not gonna hurt you." His brown hair was long, falling nearly on his shoulders. He must have realised he was scaring her, because he backed up a little and sat down in a chair, still making his hands visible. She glaced at the other man standing on the opposite side. He was tall, his hair short and lighter, but he still looked very much frightening. He got her silent pleading, moving to the same side as the other man, so she could have them both in sight.

"Hey, calm down, okay?" the shorter one said, making her realise she was panting again. She forced in a deep breath, drifting between the two men. Their faces were familiar, more so than she was comfortable with, but she couldn't quite place them, still feeling light-headed.

"I'm Sam," the taller one said while putting a hand on his chest, then he gestured toward the other stranger, "and this is my brother Dean." He let her take it in, seeing she moved to the edge of her bed, as far away from them as she could. "We're hunters."

Sam and Dean. Hunters. They didn't need to say more as their last name came into her mind and she instantly visibly relaxed, shifting her body towards them. She tried to swallow, but found both her throat and mouth dry. Inspecting the room, her gaze landed on a cup of water on her night stand.

The taller one - Sam - noticed and immediately got the memo, slowly standing up and getting closer, carefully placing the cup in her shaky hands. She tried to grasp it, but it slipped in between her fingers and if Sam wasn't still holding it, it would have spilled in her lap. Her bottom lip trembled before she could stop it.

"Hey, it's okay, let me," he said softly. She noticed his eyes just then, the impossible mixture of colours giving her both comfort and making her feel safe at once. She found herself nodding, just as Sam leaned closer and placed the cup to her lips. Jane watched his face for a moment before she delightfully closed her eyes, tasting the cool fluid, almost melting at the sensation. When had been the last time she'd drunk anything? She didn't know. And didn't care in fact, the liquid running down her throat the only thing that mattered. She drank the whole cup, touching it with her fingertips, while Sam held its weight. A satisfied sigh left her lips and the gentle giant smiled before sitting in his chair again.

"Thank you," she said quietly, voice barely above whisper. Her throat was still sore.

Dean folded his arms on his chest. "Wanna thank us? Start with a name," he said, his voice rough. It was the same sound she'd recalled hearing calling Crowley's name, the light and joking manner she'd heard just minutes ago gone. Her chest tightened at his tone. "No Emilies or Sarahs, your real name."

Her gaze drifted between the brothers. So they'd found her bag. Unfortunate, but not unsolvable, she still had other identities she stole, not only from America. But then again, Crowley already knew her name, there was no point hiding it anymore and same went for her other secrets. The King of Hell would find out about those soon enough, she was sure.

She licked her lips and locked sight with Sam, the less threatening at the moment. "My na-" she managed to say before she had to clear her throat, her voice rough from not using it for so long. "My name is Jane Lees," she said finally, not hiding anything, letting the information as well as the accent sink in.

The brothers were suprised by both her accent and her young sounding voice. Sam's eyebrows shot up before he could control them, but Dean didn't move an inch, observing her closely. She shivered under his gaze, looking between them.

"Okay," Sam said again, "Jane," he tried her name, his accent making it sound foreign, "we know you're a hunter. And we know Crowley wanted something from you." He let the statement get to her before continuing. "We can protect you, if you let us." Sam looked genuinely worried as he set his elbows on his knees and leaned forward, waiting for her answer, his forehead wrinkled. He seemed patient, but Dean wasn't.

"You need to tell us what he wanted from you," he said, arms still crossed on his chest. His face was hard, demanding. Her eyebrows furrowed with worry. They had no reason to help her, didn't know her, didn't owe her anything. She contemplated about lying again, but stopped herself. They had saved her. She didn't know how they'd found her, didn't know how they'd known that it was Crowley who kidnapped her. But then she looked at Sam and saw his genuine worry. And that was somehow enough. Her instincts were silent, no, almost purring with delight. That had never happened before.

"I'm not," she said simply, looking straight into Dean's eyes. Sam cocked his head to the side while Dean's brows furrowed.

"Not what?" asked the younger brother.

She took in a deep breath. No more lies. "I'm not a hunter." Dean took a step towards her, his arms coming to rest at his sides, closer to his gun.

"What do you mean you're not-" he started, but the sound of doors opening made him be quiet. A nurse came in and gasped when she saw Jane awake and sitting up. She quickly rushed to her side.

"You shouldn't be sitting up, miss. Your wounds are healing well, but we can't have you pulling your stitches out, now can we?" she said with a smile. She beckoned her to lie down, but Jane only slid down a little, holding herself up by her elbows, even though the IV bent painfully in that angle. "Come on, all the way." She smiled and touched her hand while pushing her shoulder down.

Every single alarm in Jane's head went off at that very moment. She jumped at her cold touch, but the nurse only smiled more, her eyes nearly closed. There was a knot in the girl's stomach and it was tightening painfully. She lay down even though it went against her very being. She had to get away. She had to run now. But how the hell was she supposed to do that with her body being the state it was in? The nurse straightened her blanket.

"I will go get doctor Owens," the nurse said towards the brothers and they nodded, completely oblivious to the inner struggle Jane had. She squeezed Jane's hand and left the room, leaving them alone.

Jane finally sat up again, throwing her blanket aside and looking at the brothers with wide eyes. She didn't even notice the knee brace she was wearing.

She was panting.

"Hey, what's wrong?" asked Sam, utterly confused. He moved to her side, touching her shoulder with his fingers gently. How was the giant so gentle?

She moved herself to the side of the bed. "We have to leave, now," she said quickly. Dean straightened up and inhaled to say something, but she cut him short. "The nurse is bad news, okay? A demon or something, I don't know, but we have to go."

"How do you know that?" asked Sam and drew his hand back. Dean's hand dissappeared behind his back where she knew he kept his gun. But she wasn't the damn problem, for got's sake! Couldn't they feel it?

"I don't- I-" she searched for an answer which would be innocent enough, so that the older Winchester wouldn't shoot her after they'd just saved her. "I just do, okay?" she said finally, coming to the conclusion that there was no place for lies, not anymore. She needed them if she wanted to make it out of the hospital alive. Dean didn't look convinced, but she wasn't done. "If you want to shoot me, just do it," she said firmly, bearing the weight of his gaze, "because I'm not going to let Crowley get me alive again." She shifted her look to Sam, feeling her bottom lip tremble. "He made me break already," she said, tears stinging her eyes and threatening to spill, "and I can't go through that again. I can't-" Her voice hitched and she had to close her eyes shut as his voice echoed through her mind.

I'll see you soon, love.

Not if she had any say in it. The brothers shared a look, but she didn't see it, swinging her legs from the legs and crying out in pain as her right knee flexed in the brace. White spots filled her vision, but she pushed through it, gritting her teeth so hard her jaw was hurting. She didn't need her vision as she yanked both IVs from her arms, only groaning at the tugging sensation.

Someone touched her upper arms, holding her in place and she felt her whole body freeze. Her eyes snapped open, but she couldn't make out anything, white still filling her vision.

"Hey, calm down," Dean said firmly, "we're gonna get you out of here." He let go of her arms, moving his hands to her back and under her knees. She knew it was going to hurt, but that didn't prepare her for the pain that shot through her body. "Sorry, Sweetheart," he said in a low voice, his tone sincere. She squeezed her eyes, instinctively holding on Dean's neck as he lifted up and pressed her against his chest. A single sob left her and she wanted to burry her face in his neck, but pushed it aside. She forced her eyes open just as she saw Sam opening the door, gun in his hands.

He stuck his head out before motioning Dean to follow him out. The hallway was cold and suprisingly dark, even darker than the room they'd just left with its curtains blocking the light, but otherwise deserted. Dean looked around and frowned.

"Wasn't this one of the busiest floors?" Dean muttered to himself more than to her or his brother. Sam gestured him to stay close. Dean tried to keep his steps light, just as Sam had days ago, and followed Sam behind a corner towards the lift. And there they were, four dark figures standing in the middle of the hallway, shadows covering their faces.

Dean's whole body tensed at the sight and Jane had to bite her lip hard not to let out a whimper. Sam came to a stop in front of them and allowed himself a quick glace back. Dean nodded.

"Hold on," he whispered to her ear and his grip on her body tightened. He didn't give her any other warning as he spun around and ran. She held onto him for dear life, her nails biting into the skin on his neck. The vibrations of his every step shot through her body, making her aware of her every injury; every burned patch of skin that moved under Dean's touch, every cut, stitched or not, threatening to open again. And her knee. The damn knee. She hissed every time her legs swung too much, the knee flexing again and again. She didn't even notice he was running down the stairs until his pace changed into a light jog. She looked up and saw his features soften when he noticed. He smiled apologically, seeing her face flushed and covered in sweat.

"We're gonna have a real nice long chat, Sweetheart," he told her and she surprised them both when a chuckle left her lips. He looked down at her, startled.

"I knew you'd say that," she murmured into his shirt. It smelled like gun powder and leather with a hint of some alcohol she couldn't identify. Whiskey, maybe? But there was also a trace of beer, but it was so soft she would describe it more as an undertone. What the hell was she doing? She needed to focus.

Her arms were tired and her head rested on his shoulder. He slowed down, kicking the door into a deserted room open. She scanned the room for anything dangerous or strange, but found nothing. Dean gently placed her on a bed and her arms fell down onto her quickly rising and falling chest, tired.

"I've gotta go help Sam," he said and withdrew his gun from the back of his jeans. He laced her fingers around the handle. "Anything comes through that door that's not us? Shoot." She nodded, clicking the safety off and sitting up. Dean gave her a single nod, his face hardening once again, and grabbed something from the inside of his jacket. He quickly moved out of the room and she got just a glimpse of an angel blade before he shut the door behind him. She looked around. The room looked very much like the one she'd woken up in, only darker and dirtier, as though it wasn't used very often, and there were no windows.

No windows, no light source.

Darkness swallowed the room.

Her breath quickened and she screw her eyes shut. It felt too much like with Crowley; her, sitting on an uncomfortable surface in the dark, the room way too big, the only thing that could be heard in the room her own breathing. Except she could move, she reminded herself. Except this time she had a gun in her hands. And this time she wasn't alone.

Her breathing slowly came back to normal just as she opened her eyes seeing the door slowly opening. Her heart missed a beat. She pointed the gun at the door, keeping her index finger on the trigger.

"Jane?" came Dean's voice and she felt weight lifted off her chest. She clicked the safety back on just as the brothers came inside. Sam was bloody, but it wasn't his blood from the looks of it and neither of them seemed to be injured. She sighed in relief.

Jane handed Dean his gun back and he took it with a nod while tucking away his angel blade; it was as clean as when he'd left minutes ago. She turned to Sam.

"How did you-"

"Demon trap bullets," Sam explained before she even finished the question, "and an exorcism." She nodded in understanding just as Dean crouched to pick her up again. She wanted to argue, say she could walk on her own, but knew well enough she couldn't, so she reached up, swallowing her pride, and placed her arms around his neck again. He lifted her up without a word and let Sam lead the way.

There seemed to be infinite amound of hallways and turns and corners and dancing shadows and she eventually found herself dozing off, her body limp in Dean's arms.

Light woke her as they finally stepped out of the hospital with one of the old emergency exits and made their way across the parking lot. She let her gaze fall behind them, eyeing the hospital, before letting her head fall on Dean's shoulder.

"Sam," Dean's voice had her opening her eyes again, "keys." She looked up at her rescuer and noticed the amound of small freckles that danced on his skin, some similar to her own, and couldn't help but smile. She heard a car door opening and followed the sound with her gaze. And then she stopped dead.

It was the car. The same black shiny car she'd seen in her dream. Her eyes widened.

Dean must have felt her body tense as he studied her face. "You okay?" he asked, concerned.

She nodded, too startled and confused to give a different answer and Dean carefully placed her on the back seat. She gave the car a look over; everything seemed to be as good as new, the leather seats clean and comfortable, the windows spotless. The brothers got in, occupying the front seat, Dean as the driver.

The scene looked familiar, too familiar, as Dean started the car and the engine roared in response. A shudder ran through her body.

It was them in her dream.

[storytimewithsapphire]

Love is Ludicrous 003

Jimin ft. Jungkook and Taehyung || Fuckboy! Maknae Line || 2577 Words

“Jimin Park being the ultimate definition of fuckboy along with his friends Taehyung Kim and Jungkook Jeon. Upon one of his best friends getting married, he’ll have to deal with consequences also known as Y/N.”

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Her heels hit against the wooden flooring of the hallway, Y/N hadn’t visited her since she came back from her shoot in Paris three months ago.

“No don’t worry about it, money issues can happen” She heard her sister speak just as she opened the front door.

Y/N followed the sound of her sister’s voice, “Okay I’ll talk to you later” she stated before hastily ending the call.

“Who were you talking to?” Y/N asked putting down the Versace bag she had gotten as a gift from her fashion photographer friend.

“Oh, just him again, nothing important” She sighed tossing her phone to the side before continuing with her breakfast.

Anger bubbled inside of Y/N, how could she talk to someone who hurt her the way he did? “Exactly, he’s nothing to you, you shouldn’t even be talking to a person like him. Gosh, all men are just the same” Y/N stated before grabbing the serving left for her and taking her seat.

“Look Y/N, what happened me, although unfortunate, wasn’t that bad, he’s not a bad person” Her nonchalant tone irked Y/N, “How can you say that the person who asked to marry you only to cheat on you a day before the ceremony isn’t a bad person? They’re all the same, sleazy dogs that want nothing but sex in life. How would you be able to focus on anything else in life?”

Before the elder sister could reply the clicks of the door being unlocked were heard and that could have only meant one thing, their aunt was visiting.

Don’t get them wrong, the adored her but her idealistic were and still are quite drastically old-fashioned. Engaged at 21, Married at 23 and kids before 25 yet there sat Y/N at the age of 24 and still studying.

“Guess what girls, I got some presents for you” She came waltzing, her cat heels clicked against the marble floor. ‘Ah her gifts, what could possibly go wrong this time?’ Y/N thought as she reminisced all the gifts her aunt has given her.

From face creams to her old prom dress, the gifts were endless but so were the problems that came with them. The face creams ended up being expired which cause Y/N to break out furiously on 6th Grade picture day while the prom dress was so old that the straps had snapped off as she was putting them on for the night of the actual prom. The possibilities and problems were endless with their Aunt’s gifts.

Finishing with their breakfast, the three moved to the couch to see exactly what these ‘gifts’ were.

“Look at this amazing gift, I got it blessed so you’d get a life partner very, very soon” Their Aunt spoke as she put the silk scarf around Y/N’s neck. “Seriously? Again with the marriage stuff? I told you guys I don’t want to get married” Y/N took off the scarf placing it on her aunt’s lap.

She stood up ready to leave the unwanted surroundings. “Okay fine don’t think of it as a marriage thing but a gift for your graduation from med school”.

A small smile appeared on Y/N’s face as her aunt placed the scarf around her neck once more. “I should be on the next roster, they’re saying I have one more surgery to assist and then I’ll be able to operate and be a real surgeon” The smile on Y/N’s face was indescribable. To think she was so close to achieving her lifelong goal.

After saying her goodbyes, Y/N walked out of the apartment complex heading to her own apartment. It was only a short distance away, she can easily walk there and back.

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With her hopes of becoming a surgeon only a few moments away, she tucked the scarf around her bag and walked along the sidewalk.

The buzzing in her bag seem to attract her attention, she pulled out her phone to see her photographer friend calling. Although confused as to why he would call now since they’d finish a shoot together not too long ago, she began answering the phone.

“Hey Yoongi” “Hey Y/N, how does my favorite feel about doing a shoot in Italy?” “Italy? Seriously?” “Yes Y/N, seriously. It’s a couples’ photoshoot with a lot of action pictures. What do you say?” “That’s great but sorry Yoongi, I’m not taking up any more assignments. I only did the Paris one to pay for med school. Thanks anyway” “Ah no problem Y/N, I guess I better find someone else”

They ended their goodbyes a gushing wind swept by catching the silky scarf in its path causing it to fall away from Y/N’s bag.

The scarf flew until it hit someone’s face causing them to bump into the person they were walking in front of.

“Watch where you’re going asshole” “Dude chill, it wasn’t my fucking fault” “It fucking was” The brawl continued between the two men causing Y/N to stop and see what the fuss was about.

Seeing one man holding the collar of the other man threateningly, she laid her eyes upon a greenish grey silk scarf that was tossed beside them.

To confirm her suspicions, she looked down to see her scarf missing. Yet another incident caused by a gift from her beloved aunt.

Spinning around she decided to leave the scarf as is knowing that it could have caused much more trouble than it did.

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“Have you guys seen Dr. Jung anywhere?” Y/N spoke as she carried on looking through the roster for her name but like previously, it was nowhere to be found.

She felt someone link arms with her own, looking up to notice her friend of the bubbliest personality next to her.

“Speak of the devil” she spoke as the smile on his face grew, “and the devil appears” he spoke leading them back to the office they had been given when attending the hospital.

“Congrats Hobi, you made it on the list” She spoke hugging the male, the only male she’d ever consider keeping in her life, only because he swung for the opposite gender.

“And you will too Y/N, you just have my surgery left to assist” He pulled back to see the smile painted on Y/N’s face. They had been working for their life-long dream jobs for so long and after many years it seems they are finally coming through.

“Paging Dr. Hoseok Jung to Room 302, Hoseok Jung to Room 302” His pager went off signalling where his patient would be.

“Gosh Y/N I’m so nervous” “Don’t be Hobi, you’ll do great” “Come with me to see the patient?” “Anything for you Hoseok”

Both students made their way to room 302 through the busy hospital hallways. The hospital they had been training at for years was always the busiest due it being one of the biggest hospitals in LA, the most famous people were usually sent here for convenience.

Y/N recognises the sound his voice, it’s the voice she had heard earlier that day.

“Can’t you people see how badly injured I am? I refuse to wait this long” the voice of the said patient had been the guy that had the first punch thrown at when Y/N had turned to see the ruckuses her scarf had caused.

“Don’t worry, local anesthesia will be given to you shortly and you will soon be shifted to the operating theatre” Hoseok spoke, his voice calming Y/N but clearly not the patient. In other words, anesthesia can be used as more than a numbing solution.

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Jungkook approaches the glass doors of the mansion-like apartment, his head hanging low not even noticing the girl running out in a towel that he had bumped into.

“Miss, you forgot your clothes” Taehyung came behind her letting her rush out of the area with her tear-stained face.

“Yah! Jungkook! It’s been a week since we saw you. Want some breakfast?” By the apron adorning the elder’s body, it seems that he must have been preparing breakfast himself and the girl had something to do with Jimin.

Jungkook didn’t have the energy to give the explanation of his shitty attire twice so he decided to ignore Taehyung, not that Tae would have minded, and let it out with the eldest hyung.

“What happened to her?” Jungkook approached the table on the balcony, “Who?” Jimin asked not fazing from his breakfast.

“You know, the one that just left? What did she do?” Jungkook rephrased his question, “At the party, she seemed so sweet and bubbly, just like the ones you keep around for longer. What did she do?” Taehyung asked as he approached the table with slightly overcook scrambled eggs, at least he’s improving.

“Are you kidding me? Like ones I’d keep for longer? Have you not heard her speak?” Taehyung seemed a bit taken aback by the outburst, there are only a few things that could make Jimin burst like that and may the girl had struck the nerve.

“Everything for her was about love and the future. Her future, our future, if we’d fallen in love. Who the hell even believes in love” Jimin saw how Jungkook avoided eye contact after he’d spoke.

“Then again, who am I speaking in front of? Someone who thinks they’ve ‘fallen in love’” Jimin’s voice began to irritate Jungkook, not because he was right but because his future might actually be at risk.

Taehyung noticed the sadness on younger’s face, how the brightness of his doe eyes fell dim. He combed his fingers through Jungkook’s hair, ruffling it slightly.

Taehyung did believe Jungkook had made a mistake, getting married so young but then again, he believed in love and maybe their little Kookie had found love after all.

“How is the Mrs Jeon by the way? How many times did you get to bang her after the reception” Jungkook sighed upon Jimin’s words, that stupid bet was all to blame.

“I haven’t touched her once” “You’re fucking joking right?” Jungkook shook his head no with a child-like aura, though he wishes that he was wrong. “It was that bitch Y/N wasn’t it?” Jimin spoke spiteful of her, despite how attractive she is.

“She made Hana make a fucking bet on our marriage that if I do love her then I can wait another few months without having sex with her and according to Y/N I don’t love Hana at all so of course, I’d want to have sex” Jungkook burst remembering the torturous week he’s had.

“And now my Victoria Secret’s Angle of a wife thinks that we must beat Y/N” Finally Jungkook was able to let out his frustrations, from the teasing touches to the delicious dreams of her that she wouldn’t let come true, it hasn’t been exactly easy to keep this bet.

“That little bitch, can’t get any herself so she plans to ruin the mood of everyone else,” Jimin said, his cutlery not scraping the plate due to his harsh use, “but how do you know she doesn’t have sex Jimin?”

Jimin smirked at the thought, “I know these kinds of girls very well Tae, they look hot but they ain’t shit”

“Don’t worry Kook, I know exactly how Hana can get over this stupid bet” Jimin said with confidence, he whispered something to Taehyung without Jungkook noticing. A simple and fool-proof plan.

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“This is such a stupid plan” Jungkook states as he pulls and tugs at the fake bandages wrapped around his forehead, perks of an actor as a best friend.

“Just shut up and go with it” Taehyung’s voices to Jungkook as Jimin leads him to the door threshold.

“What happened to him?” Hana yelps as she hurries herself over to Jungkook, cradling his face as if it were a child.

“Well Hana, long story short. Jungkook here got in an accident and now has amnesia” Jimin explained as he sat Jungkook down on a nearby couch. By the looks of it, his plan seems to be working.

“Amnesia? Does that mean he doesn’t remember me?” Hana panicked maintaining eye contact with Jungkook seeing if there were any signs of him remembering their past.

“I’m afraid not, but he can. All you have to do is keep him as close as possible to you, make him remember what it was like when you both fell in love, make him remember all the intimate moments you've had together” Taehyung pulled out all his acting skills to make it as convincible as possible.

Jungkook though hadn’t spoken a word, on one hand, this could actually work and he would just play off the amnesia just like Tae had taught him or this could all go horribly wrong and he’d be back to square one.

Jimin cleared his throat letting Tae and Jungkook know the plan had succeeded. “Why don’t you start catching him up on everything, we’ll just make our way out” Jimin spoke before hurrying Taehyung towards the door only to bump into the one and only. Y/N.

“Why are you two here? And what the fuck happened to him?” Y/N questioned examining the bandages on Jungkook, it was clearly fake and done by an amateur.

“He uh… Got in an accident and um… Has uh… Am... Amenorrhoea?” Taehyung stuttered clearly frightened by Y/N’s presence, “Amnesia, he has fucking amnesia okay? We should leave him to rest” Jimin states trying to hurry Tae and Y/N out but Y/N was quick to slap his hand away.

“Oh, Amnesia? Which type?” Y/N questions catching their lie in its tracks, “Um… the one where you can’t remember stuff” Taehyung tries but to no avail.

“Bloody fakes, willing to do anything to get what you want” Y/N stated eyeing each of the three as they admit to their defeat.

“You’re all the same, lying little fuckboys” Y/N speaks only to be confronted with the space between Jimin and herself being closed.

The tension was thick, you would’ve been able to hear a pin if it dropped. Jimin’s heated breath not only flustering her but attracting her curiosity, what would his plump lips actually feel like?

However, all thoughts escape her as soon as he speaks. “Do you really want to know what fuckboys are like?” he tempted inching closer to Y/N.

“I did not come here to be insulted like this Hana” Y/N speaks before storming out, leaving a tempered yet slightly aroused Jimin behind with his friends who were too afraid to speak.

“No Y/N don’t leave” Hana yelled out leaving Jungkook’s side but it was too late, Y/N had already climbed into her car and speed away.

“She was right about you all along” Hana exclaimed before running back inside the house.

“Forget about her Kook, we have other things to do”

[randisnotonfire-blog]

I wish I could tell you Peter Parker X Reader

Summary: When Y/n and Peter fight over what is safe for him as Spider-Man events take a dark turn leading to a death, which Y/n suffers from not being able to tell Peter her special feelings for the soft boy.

Warnings: Fluff, Death, Depression, Some cursing, Anxiety, mentions of death and harm

Requested: Nope

Song/s: We don’t believe whats on tv, Glowing eyes by Twenty One Pilots

A/n: This is a very sad fan fiction so sorry m8 :( And i will try and remember my tag list this time lol also I think this is one of my LONGEST fan fics i have ever wrote in my half of a year writing

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           You hated fighting with Peter over stuff about his daily job as your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, mainly because the fight would always end with you leaving his room while he is crying for feeling guilty about what happened. You really did like him. You always did, and always will. I remember meeting Peter on the schools’ playground during lunch time, he was stuck on the monkey bars yelling “I’m stuck! Send help!” you tried to hold back your laughter to save the blush for him. He fell for your personality and you fell for his curly fluffy looks, and this caused the unwanted friend-zone while being best friends. It was a good thing that he lived in a apartment 5 doors across from yours. When high school came you had met his other best friend Ned Leeds, Ned was nice but still heavily built. He would geek out with Peter about nerdy science stuff and build LEGO sets together after school with you. And now its crazy to think you’re friend group you had formed is now Seniors in high school, almost in college.

                         You, MJ, Ned and Peter were all sitting outside during lunch time in Midtown High eating, you were lying in the grass with Peter while MJ and Ned were eating the schools food. You had your legs on top of Peter’s, your body’s  making sort of a L shape, “You guys, Its official. I don’t want to go to college” You joked as you looked at the clouds fresh shapes. Peter smiled, “Why not?” “Well..Its just going to be another four more years of learning! And I think I’m done with the drama queens and stuck up wanna be’s” You said as you sat up gathering your trash. “true” Ned said as he took a bite of the sandwich they served, the bell rang for the last period of the day and you all cleaned up and left. When you saw Peter in the hallway you ran over to him, “I’m gonna be coming over to your apartment today, okay?” you said with a smile. He nodded then you all left for class. 

                                     When you walked into his apartment you expected to see him  but you couldn’t find him, as usual, “Great” you said to yourself when you threw your backpack on his bedroom floor. After a hour or two May left to go have dinner with a couple of friends which left you alone in their small apartment. You sat down on his bunk bed and inspected his room, you looked at his tiny collection of nerdy Funko Pop figurines to his science fair awards. You got up from his bunk bed when you saw a polaroid picture of you and him together, Next to the Polaroid photo there was one of you wearing a pair of oddly funny glasses failing to keep a straight face. You smiled when looking at the old photos, it brought back too many memories. 

           Flash Back: “Peter?” You asked him when you looked over at him sitting on the old pull out couch in your basement. He looked up at you, “Yes Y/n?” He asked as he put down the book he was reading. “H-have you ever kissed anyone?” You looked down at the white bedding from the pull out couch to avoid any awkward eye contact. “I mean we are only 13..” Peter said “Have you kissed anyone?” He said once again and this time you made serious eye contact. “N-no” You said quietly. It felt like the room was closing in on you when he crawled closer to where you were sitting at the corner. “Y/n” Peter said softly, he lifted your chin up so you would look up at him. You made moonlight eye contact perfectly, “C-can I kiss you?” He asked. You nodded bashfully, he cupped his hands around your cold cheeks. Your worlds met completely when his lips smashed up against yours. 

                    Suddenly the window bust open with a tumbling Peter falling on the floor. “Shit” You said as you jumped up from being startled from him, “Sorry” He mumbled when he got to his feet. “Its fine” You mumbled as you quickly moved away from the cork board above his desk, “What were you looking at?” “Nothing IjustrememberedwhenyoukissedmeandnowIfeelveryawkwardandweneedtostudyPeter” You said fastly, “What?” he said as he walked up to you. “Are you okay?”  You nodded, you sat down on the bottom of his bunk bed. Peter pressed the button on his suit causing it to create a pool of red and blue near his ankles, he put on a pair of grey sweatpants and a black shirt. “Are you sure your okay?” He asked once again, “Its just what they were saying on the news about you..” You said as you balled your hands into fists in your lap. “Oh, well I’m okay, trust me” He gave you a weak smile. “But how do I know you are Pete? You are always getting home later than you usually do. Later than you normally  do as Spider-boy..” He sighed and sat next to you, you rested your head on his shoulder. “But Y/n I am okay...” he spoke softly as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder. “You don’t understand Peter, what if one day you aren’t safe. What if I go crazy past my mind because your not safe and something bad happens Pete!” you said trying not to raise your voice from being scared. “Y-Y/n I will be fine” “But how do I know for sure that you will” you lowered your tone of the voice you were speaking at. He sighed and so did you, he knew about your anxiety and depression and how you worried way too much. You let a single tear fall from your face and this made Peter even more worried about you. You broke in front of him. Crying. You got up, grabbed everything you brought with you and left him crying feeling guilty for letting you be like this. 

                       Sometimes I wish I hadn’t tried so hard to be like this. Sometimes I wish I hadn’t listened to the ‘recommended’ stuff to do to be like this with Peter. But he is so out of reach and its hard to be like this. Knowing he likes Liz Allan makes you feel stupid for even having the hots for him, the third time she had a party you had found them dancing together which made you feel horrible. But I know I’m never going to get over him. Because I’m just a sucker for anything he does. This was the first night you had cried yourself to sleep because of thinking what could happen at any moment. 

                     Peter’s POV:

                  When Y/n left it was a open chance to go back outside and help out, I mean I had calmed down and its only 9pm anyways. Walking down the cold November nights of Queens it felt perfect, using the web shooters I swing up to one of the rooftops to look at the crystal moonlight view. Suddenly a man walks up to me. “Hey buddy” the dark voice says. I freak out and turn around to see who it is. He has a couple of other friends who tagged along with him. But too many to take down, ‘shit this is lovely’. “You know Y/L/N Y/F/N” One of the other guys say. He is covered in a black hoodie. “Y-yeah..Please don’t hurt her please I will give you anything just p-”  Peter got cut off by the rude leader “Jump off and she will stay safe” He said harshly. “We saw you with her the other day,  little Spider-Man knows a high school student” The guy snickers and pushes Peter up closer to the edge. “W-what?” Peter managed to stutter out, his heart sank. He knew Y/n was true but he didn’t want to feed into her anxiety and depression. And that was all that Peter remembers, being pushed off the 20/30′ building that night. The rest is known for history.

               Reader’s POV:

                You got a phone call from May, this freaked you out. Running towards the home phone that your mother was holding for you you quickly grabbed it from her and answered the call. “May? I-is everything okay? Whats wrong? Do I need to get to your apartment? Is Peter okay?” you rambled on with questions but you could feel the emptiness from May radiating off on to you. You already knew what was about to happen because you remember hearing ambulance and police sirens earlier outside. “J-just get to the hospital closest to the new office work space near our apartments, you said your good-byes quickly and left.

              When you arrived at the hospital you were greeted by one of the lady’s who works there. You told her the information and she gave you the room number but said “The room number is 209, but visiting hours end soon considering it is almost 11pm sweetie”. You nodded and went to Peter’s hospital room. You opened the door quietly and saw him sitting in a hospital bed with May sitting next to him. She gave you a weak smile and nodded letting you know to come inside, you closed the door and set your bookbag by the door. “Pete” You said softly as you looked at his pale body, he was vaguely breathing. Seeing him like this made you cry. You covered your face and tried to calm yourself down as you walked over to sit next to him and Aunt May. “H-how long ago did this happen” you choked out while she tried to comfort you. “It seemed like this had happened around 45 minutes ago” The sound of quiet sobs and the machines beeping filled the room the entire night. May left the room and waited in the waiting room for you to say whatever you had to, to Peter.

                You entire twined your’s and his hands together. “Peter, I didn’t say for you to let go yet” you whispered as you grasped his hand a little tighter. “Please don’t leave me yet” You tried to fight back the tears filling in your eyes. You looked down at his hand and kissed his cheek. “I will always love you more than a best friend Pete” You spoke softly. Then the machine stopped beeping along with his slow breathing. “B-bye Peter” You said as you let yourself break fully in front of him. 

    Stay Alive my friends I-/ 

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Music Brings People Closer

Namjoon X Reader

(IDEK WHAT THIS SHIT TITLE IS SO SORRY)

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(I made it to where reader speaks Korean because that’s what he’s most fluent in so she talks in it to be polite to him ig? Idk lol. Enjoy anon.)

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“I think LA is going to be fun. Imagine how many music shops they have there,” Namjoon spoke while looking at his phone, Hoseok basically bouncing beside him. All of BTS were headed for LA to continue their ongoing tour, and everyone was excited. Even you who was already all the way in LA and completely prepared to go to their concert.

“I’m excited too, what do you think we’re gonna do there?!” J-Hope asked excitedly, causing small smiles to spread across the other members faces.

“I don’t know just hangout I think, visit random sights you know,” Namjoon responded, locking his phone as he turned to look at his hyung.

“It’s going to be so fun!” Jungkook exclaimed happily, looking out of the van window as they moved along the streets of LA, slowly approaching their destination.

“Wonder where we’re going to be staying?” Taehyung pondered, looking out his window in awe at the scenery.

“I'm hopefully staying nowhere near you guys,” Yoongi joked, yawning tiredly, just being awoken by Jimin. A chorus of giggles surrounded the inside of the van as they screeched to a stop in front of a grand hotel.

It was fairly sunny out today, so you were sitting outside on a chair in the middle of your lawn with sunglasses covering your eyes. Your hand fanned slowly in weak attempts at cooling yourself down as you carefully watched the oncoming traffic. Despite the heat pouring down on your hot skin, you were filled to the brim with excitement.

Today, you were going to see BTS in concert. You had been a fan for a while and the minute you found out they were coming to your state you bought a ticket the second they were on sale. Every time you thought of it butterflies exploded in your tummy, proving how nervous and happy you were about it.

The boys dragged their suitcases up the stairs tiredly in attempts to reach their room quickly and sleep the day away. Half of their morning and all night they were stuck on a plane and it would be a lie to say they weren't jet lagged from all the air travel.

Despite the weary aura the rest of the boys were giving off, Namjoon was unusually bursting with energy and was excited to explore. Asking the rest of BTS to join him, he was quickly declined as he moved outside.

A couple hours into his explorations he happened upon you, close to sleep as you now lie on the grass. Your sunglasses lay carefully next to you and your arm was slung over your eyes instead. Regardless of your comfy position, your head lifted to look at the culprit of the crunching grass coming closer to you.

Namjoon now towered over you, not helping how small you began to feel in his presence. You blinked carefully, the sun momentarily blinding you.

“Can you tell me the way to the record shop?” You knew that voice; even if it was really broken English. His name was right at the tip of your tongue until you could clearly see him, allowing his name to finally echo silently through your brain.

“Namjoon? Oh my, you're Namjoon from BTS. I'm a huge fan of yours and BTS’ music.” You smiled, happy you had learned how to speak Korean long ago as you stood up to appropriately talk to him. “Don't worry I'm not a sasaeng.” A delightful laugh left Namjoon’s mouth causing your smile to grow as he held his hand out for a handshake.

“That would be me, and what is your name?”

“(Y/N),” you smiled once again before turning to the sidewalk in hopes that Namjoon would follow. There was something intriguing about you that kept pulling RapMon towards you, so he was in tow as you began walking down the sidewalks of your neighborhood in synchronized steps.

“So, why did you decide to live in LA?” Namjoon randomly questioned, causing you to turn and look at him in bewilderment for a moment.

“Well, I’m a musician and I figured I’d have more luck getting somewhere if I lived here I guess? I’m not too sure.” An awkward laugh escaped your throat as you continued walking.

“You’re a musician? What kind of music do you make?”

“All kinds,” you grinned at him, turning to look at your feet as they dragged across the cement afterwards.

“I know you enjoy books so I figured I could use that as a conversation.” After a few minutes of comfortable silence you had finally conjured a topic to converse about with this Kpop idol named Namjoon that you were lucky to meet.

“Yeah, I enjoy reading in my spare time. It’s quite enjoyable,” he responded, sending you the dimpled smile that could make any girl weak in the knees. You guys delved deep into a conversation about books and authors you both enjoyed.

“You said you were looking for the record shop, right?” You stopped in your tracks as you finally reached the record shop he was asking about earlier, saddened to end your time with him.

“Yes,” he informed, looking at the small shop in awe as if it was the best thing he’s seen in awhile. And it was, except for you of course, you were on top of his list of the most beautiful things he’s seen in LA. “Why don’t you come in and give me some recommendations on music?” His offer was strictly in attempts to extend the time you both had together; not that he didn’t mind getting recommendations on music.

“Sure,” your voice was sheepish as you entered the store, Namjoon holding the door open for you like the gentleman he was. Both pairs of attentive eyes scanned the surrounding records carefully, in search of one’s you would both enjoy.

“Hm this is a really good one, I don’t know how many times I’ve listened to this on repeat.” You held up (A/N), showing Namjoon one of your favorite albums to listen to. “The composer is really good at what he does, and the bass in some of the songs throws me away every time,” you said with a small giggle as you read the back of the case. Namjoon’s eyes were looking at you in adoration as you giggled and showed off albums without a care. He felt so lucky to meet you while he was here, that he didn’t want to let you go.

“You should come backstage during our concert tonight,” he randomly blurted, causing your orbs to shoot up to look at him in surprise.

“I mean if you really want me to, but I don’t want to burden you guys.” Your voice was music to RapMon’s ears, and he wanted to relish in it for a long time.

“It’s not a burden. I wouldn’t be asking if it was,” Namjoon pointed out, causing a look of stupidity to cross your features.

“Duh, I should’ve known that.” You rolled your eyes at yourself as you placed the album back on the shelf, smiling up once again at Namjoon.

“Why don’t you just come hang out with us until the concert?” Namjoon’s brow was raised at you in question, hoping that you would say yes. Meanwhile you were in complete awe at the offer he had composed to you.

“A-Are you sure?” You had felt so lucky, that you pinched yourself, worried that this might just be a dream. How could someone like you, a small musician who is struggling to pull through in the industry, be noticed by someone like him, a musician that’s known and loved worldwide? Namjoon nodded quickly at you before grabbing your wrist and pulling you back outside, hailing a taxi so you both could put your legs to rest.

The concert had finally began and all you could hear was the sounds of screaming fans as one of your favorite bands performed. You were completely flattered at the fact that Namjoon kept turning towards the backstage to wink, smile, or blow a playful kiss at you during their songs. The boys had completely welcomed you when you hung out with them today, and you were completely grateful.

All of the boys quickly made their way backstage, sweat dripping quickly down their foreheads causing their skin to glisten in the light. It was hard for you to look away from Namjoon’s now see through white shirt, completely drenched in sweat from dancing his heart out.

You began spacing off until you were pulled into a tight hug and spun throughout the air, your hair whipping softly against whoever it was that had a hold of you.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t help myself,” Namjoon’s dimpled smile was back as he once again towered over you. It was effortless to get lost in each others eyes, completely ignoring the ruckus going on around you. That was until hands connected with the back of both of your heads and pushed you both together in an unexpected kiss.

You swatted at the hand at the back of your head, face crimson red with embarrassment as you turned to glare at Hoseok, the culprit of the unwanted action.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to, it’s just Hoseok-” you blabbered before you were cut off by his lips again, but it wasn’t forced this time. Hoseok was bouncing happily beside you both, thoroughly enjoying the fact that he brought this on. Your eyes slowly fluttered close as your arms were pulled by Hoseok to wrap around Namjoon’s neck. You internally rolled your eyes but ignored him as you lost yourself in the kiss, wanting it to last forever.

“It’s fine,” you both were breathless as you pulled away, Namjoon finally responding to your rant from earlier. “I enjoy your lips against mine,” his cheeks were a light pink as he stared at you with a large grin. “Say, can I get your number? I would love to take you on a date sometime,” Namjoon questioned. You quickly nodded your head, tugging your phone out of your pocket and handing it to him so he could enter his number into your contacts. When he gave you it back, you glanced down seeing ‘Your Fave’ as his name with a kissy and heart eye emoji. You giggled quietly before texting him so he would have your number as well.

You bid your farewells before leaving the venue, smiling idiotically as you made your way home, excited to see where this thing between you and Namjoon would lead.

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When Hate Turn to Love

Prompt #27: “You couldn’t let me be content just hating you, you had to make me love you”

Author: Caitsy

Warning: Possible swearing, hint of self-doubt, allusion to past injuries, asshole!Sam and an actual sort of caring Dean!

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or its characters. I also do not own any gifs, images, jokes or songs either.

Summary: Reader has always felt left out where Sam was involved. Without knowing it Sam has been an asshole to you and you try to hate him but it doesn’t quite work out so well. Especially when the floppy haired man had cheesecake, your weakness.

Requested: Yes. @poukothenerd

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You had a problem with Sam, he didn’t consciously know that he was hurting you but he still was. You would ask if Dean could help you on something and Sam would make a comment on how he was needed to do research. That’s how you pulled a muscle and kept silent about it.

The Winchesters had taken you in to live in the Bunker with you due to the lack of income you had and Dean grew you see you like he had seen Charlie. He talked to you and helped as much as he could but it was hard when Sam wanted things done quick. It meant they weren’t around to help you much.

You were being to think that Sam didn’t want you here so you withdrew into yourself, actually buying a mini fridge when they were out. You had managed to get one of the biggest rooms and used it to your advantage, you had a cupboard of dishes with a microwave and min fridge. It meant you didn’t want to go near the boys rooms on the way to the kitchen.

A month or so passed before hunting died down a little so the boys were home more often. In the span of a week they could count on one hand on how many times they had seen you. It was beginning to worry Dean and Sam was noticing too.

“Is she home?” Dean questioned concerned. Sam rolled his shoulders.

“You know her.”

Meanwhile in your room you went over how you felt about the younger Winchester. You had grown to hate him to be honest and you were okay with that. It didn’t bother you that he hadn’t looked at you since you had moved in. You grew accustomed and actually enjoyed it more.

You heard the knock on the door before it opened revealing bright green eyes.

“Y/N? Where’ve you been?” Dean questioned walking into the room.

“Here.” You smiled leaning back on the couch you had in your room. You were watching a movie on it.

“But you haven’t been in th…What’s that?” Dean trailed off noticing your makeshift kitchen, 
Have you been hiding from us?”

“Pfft…no.” You rolled your eyes, “I’m been busy so when I get home I collapse in her and I’m too lazy to go to the kitchen.

“Uh huh.” Dean raised one eyebrow, “I call bullshit. Come on, you’re eating with Sam and I.”

You protested but it fell on deaf ears as he practically dragged you out of the room and into the kitchen. Sam was at the stove where a few cans of soup were sitting, he glanced back to see you. He furrowed his eyebrows having not heard the bunker door open; he noticed you avoided looking at him.

“I was-“

“Watching a movie.” Dean interrupted pointing his finger at you, “I know you.”

“Where’ve you been Y/N?” Sam asked but all he got was a scoff and glare. He shifted not knowing why you were doing that. He had never been mean or rude to you during the time he had known you.

“Dean, I really have work to do.” You lied to her friend. He chuckled, “I have to go get some stuff okay?”

“Oh we need some stuff too!” Sam exclaimed. You rolled your eyes before slamming a cupboard open as you grabbed a glass. You went to the water machine to get some before you drank it fast.

“I have to go now, you’re cooking.” You waved your hand off as you opened a thinner cabinet where multiple car keys hung. You grabbed the ones for the truck you liked best, “Dean can come with me.”

“Nah. I got it.” Dean waved his hand off before grabbing the ladle from Sam, “It’s Sam’s turn for a supply run anyway.”

Your groaned before grabbing your jacket from the back and chair was pushing her arms into the sleeves. Without a look you stormed out to the garage with Sam following you. You hated this so much but you couldn’t go back on your word. 
“Can we listen to music?” Sam asked reaching for the radio flipping it on he found a good channel. You tensed because it was your preferred station and there was no way Dean or Sam knew. Dean only played his music and you always played your music with headphones in.

“How do you know I like this channel.” You stiffly asked.

“I didn’t. It’s one of my favourites because it’s not mullet rock.” Sam grinned over at you. His bright smile chipped at your ice heart, “There’s only so much of Dean’s music that I can take.”

“I know what you mean.” You grumbled wishing the ride was over already. 〰️〰️〰️

Sam could feel the awkwardness coming from the drivers seat where you were sitting but he couldn’t figure out just why you were so awkward with him. It was beginning to make him annoyed that you were being standoffish to him. He then decided crack some joked to break the ice with you.

“Why was the baby strawberry crying?” He asked rolling his head towards you.

You rolled your eyes not even bothering to answer the man.

“His parents were in a jam.” Sam answered with a grin. You rolled your eyes once even though you had a smile on your face.

“Uh.” You sighed as town came into view.

“What lies at the bottom of the ocean and twitches?”

You groaned despite the smile that was trying to break out on your face. You refused to let it happen but you failed when he finished the joke.

“A nervous wreck.”

You burst into laughter while looking over at him with a grin, maybe he wasn’t so bad. You kept cracking up at the cheesy jokes he would say until you were inside the grocery store getting food both for the bunker and for your room.

“Why don’t you like me?” Sam asked as he grabbed some of his favourite vegetables. You sighed picking out a good batch of strawberries.

You were about to answer when you looked over to see Sam pretending to brush his hair with a banana. You lost it nearly falling on the ground at the hilarity of the situation. The entire shopping in the grocery store was filled with glares from other people as they watched you act like immature children.

You honestly believed it would change the way Sam treated you and you were excited to do more with him. Too bad you were wrong.

Within a couple days it went back to the way it had been before. He would wave you off and not offer you any help when you asked for help. You retreated back to spending more time in your room not wanting to feel unwanted in the presence of someone you had seen as a potential friend.

Another month passed before the guys were going to have a movie night and while they got everything ready Sam was concerned. Usually when popcorn was made you could smell it and would come out because you couldn’t deny popcorn. He looked at Dean but all he got was a shrug in reply.

“I don’t know man.” Dean replied, “She doesn’t come out of her room often anymore. She doesn’t really like being around you.”

“Why?” Sam questioned frowning.

“Sammy. You’re kind of an ass to her.” Dean pointed the neck of his bottle towards his younger brother. Sam’s eyebrows went up in absolute shock, “Are you stupid or blind?”

“Dean!” Sam exclaimed, “I have not been an ass to her!”

“Go ask her. You’ve made snide comments about her.”

“What do I do to fix this?”


“Take a piece of her favourite dessert.” Dean shrugged, “I don’t know. You’re the girl you should know.”

The classic bitch face appeared as Sam ambled towards the fridge where the cheesecake they had bought for her sat. He carefully cut two pieces and putting some whip cream on before he made before coming to the door that separated you and him. He had went over the times he was supposedly mean to her but he couldn’t find a lot of them.

“Y/N?” Sam asked, “I’m coming in okay?”

Without a reply he managed to juggle two plated pieces of cheesecake and opened your door. You hadn’t noticed him yet but he sure as hell noticed what was in your room; a microwave on a new counter and two mini fridges labeled drinks and food. He looked to the other side of the spacious room to see you comfortably sitting on a couch with your computer open.

His heart broke at the sight of your little apartment. He thought back and saw just how bad he had treated you without even realizing. He remember when you had asked Dean for help to carry something in and Sam had made a comment on; he had managed to belittle you by harshly saying he needed Dean to help with research. The following morning he noticed you were walking oddly and had a pained expression, you couldn’t turn or bend at all.

“Shit.” Sam grumbled before you jumped noticing the open door and Sam standing there.

“What are you doing here?” You glared at him. He shifted on his feet before pushing the dessert out further.

“Cheesecake?” Sam sheepishly said before he made himself comfortable on the couch, “Dean brought into the reason why you’ve been hiding out. I had no idea I was making you upset.”

“Sure.” You sighed rolling your eyes.

“I’m serious! I’m used to having a female actually hanging around so much. It’s not typical because everything we touch is destroyed.” Sam admitted, “I wish you would have told me. I want you to know that you’re special and I am so sorry about how I’ve been acting.”

He pushed the cheesecake into your hands and your melted despite your struggle.

“I couldn’t tell you because I thought you hated me. “ You groaned, “You couldn’t let me be content just hating you, you had to make me love you. All the while you were pulling at my heartstrings.”

“Second chance?” Sam asked turning to look at you, “We’re watching a movie, would you like to watch with us?”

“I guess.” You said quietly thanking him when he helped you up.

“I promise I won’t make you feel like that again.” Sam grinned pulling you in for a hug, we can eat the cheesecake out there.”

You gave him a second chance but it did take a while before you could be in a relationship with him and you had never regretted it since.

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