#yesterday was entirely the three of us bitching and crying in the library

[qyriaha]

two whole days in a row around people. woag. anyway today also. this year is gonna be good i think.

[pparkerpoetry]

Face Reality (Part 18)

Title: The Stories All End (but this time, it ends well)

Summary: Ranboo's story comes to a close, because after seeing his family, he's realized that not only is he safe, but he his happy.

Chapter One

Masterlist

Ranboo laughed as he chased Tommy across the countryside. It was a beautiful day, the sun was shining, and they were out of the house, on their way to visit Eret’s castle and all of the people that lived near there.

He overtook Tommy because his legs were so long, which caused Tommy to squawk indignantly. “Oh, that’s it, bitch boy,” Tommy trilled, leaping into the air and flapping his wings to gain speed.

“That’s not fair!” Ranboo called ahead, still sprinting, though his side was starting to hurt.

It didn’t take long for Tommy to get tired too, so they both slowed down to walk the rest of the way. Before long, the colorful building came into view and two figures walked towards them.

“Tommy, Ranboo!” Fundy shouted. “You came!”

“Of course we did, big man!” Tommy yelled back, and Ranboo smiled. It was nice here. It felt safe.

Eret was behind Fundy, and he showed them the castle. They didn’t need a tour, since it had been built forever, but they oohed and ahhed at the restoration. There were flags everywhere, the stone was smooth, and it looked so welcoming.

Fundy was hovering around them constantly, making all sorts of little snuffles and barks.

Eventually, Ranboo asked about it.

“Oh, don’t worry,” Eret said. “It’s just that visiting you guys yesterday triggered his thin day, so he’s been pretty playful. We played fetch this morning.”

Fundy scowled, but his face lifted. “Puffy and Niki are here, I can hear them coming.”

It was true, the footsteps of the two ladies echoing through the halls a little later. They were smiling too, and Ranboo hadn’t felt this at ease since before Phil and Techno had visited.

Greetings were exchanged, and so began the day of relaxing. It was like a vacation, and Ranboo could tell that it was doing wonders for Tommy.

The morning flew by too fast, and during lunch, Fundy couldn’t sit still. He was anxious and twitchy and everyone tried their best to just let it be, since he couldn’t help it, but Tommy just wanted to eat his sandwich in peace.

“Fundy,” he asked, “do you want to go outside?” No one could tell if he was joking, least of all the fox.

“Don’t make fun of me,” Fundy grumbled. “You’re a jerk.”

Tommy made a face. “I’m not making fun of you. Do you want to go outside? I bet I could toss the ball pretty fucking far with my strong arms.”

No one missed the way that Fundy’s eyes lit up. “You’re sure you’re not messing with me?”

“No,” Tommy smiled, “I just want to spend time with my nephew.”

“I’m still older than you,” Fundy teased, but his eyes were still filled with tears from the genuine love from Tommy.

As it turns out, the strong arms weren’t so strong, but Tommy fixed that by flying up before throwing the ball, which resulted in Fundy running some pretty long distances. Neither seemed to mind, because they stayed outside for a good few hours, leaving the others inside to talk.

“So, what made you guys visit today?” Eret asked, adjusting their crown.

Ranboo winced. “Well, Tommy had a bit of an issue with Phil and got pretty upset, so I figured this would be a good break.”

“What happened?” Niki asked, concerned.

His mind went back to the look of pure fear that had been on Tommy’s face. “From what I can gather, Phil asked to preen his wings as a sort of bonding experience, but instead of feeling nice, the preening hurt? Neither one of them are taking it well. Technoblade told me this morning before we left that Philza had been crying.”

Puffy snorted lightly. “Sounds like he’s realizing how messed up his actions were.”

Niki nodded, but looked doubtful. “Has Technoblade made up for everything yet? Because if it were me, I wouldn’t forgive him. Not in a million years.”

Ranboo paused. “I mean, he did a lot of research for me and figured out why I had more than two thin days. Sam told you about that, right?”

“But has he apologised,” Niki stressed. “I want the best for you, Boo. Has he actually apologized and made things better?”

“I think…” he trailed off, thinking about everything that had happened. All the late night running into each other for snacks, the tense smiles in the library… “I think he’s trying, but he’s figuring out everything on the way, because he’s never had to actually apologise for something before.”

Eret hummed, “Well, if he’s genuinely trying, I guess we can’t ask for much more. What about Phil, though? I can’t excuse his actions just because he cried. We’ve all cried over things we’ve done before, he’s not special.”

“I think he will try,” Ranboo spoke honestly. “He’s lived for so long he’s become desensitised to emotion, but I think that now he’s coming back down to earth, he’ll try to make up for everything.”

Niki sighed. “I guess I can give him another chance if he’s going to actually try to be better, now. We’re not perfect either, but he needs to put in some effort to make up for everything, like we have.”

“He will,” Ranboo promised. “I’ll make sure he will.”

“We trust you,” Puffy smiled, before looking over to where the other two were playing. “Oh, it looks like they’re done. I’ll bet they’re tired- I’ll go make some lemonade.”

Puffy left as Tommy and Fundy came running up, and their joy was contagious.

“You’re done?” Eret asked.

Tommy nodded. “We lost the ball somewhere in the forest, and we couldn’t find it. But we’re also tired. What can we do now?”

“Watch a movie?” Ranboo and Niki suggested at the same time, causing everyone else to laugh.

They ended up watching a movie while sipping Puffy’s lemonade, but Fundy hadn’t even finished his before he was fidgeting again.

He snuffled. “Can I make a burrow? Like a fort, or something?”

Eret smiled softly. “Sure, bud. Let me go grab some blankets, I’ll be right back.”

They came back with a giant pile of cloth, so they paused the movie and let Fundy go wild. It didn’t take long, since he seemed to know exactly what he wanted, so before long everyone was in a fort with Fundy curled up in the middle. It was really just a floor of blankets, with walls built up, but he seemed content.

Ranboo was towards the back, with Tommy sprawled across his lap and wings covering whoever he could. Niki leaned on Ranboo’s shoulder and Puffy was pressed into her side with her feet over Eret’s legs. Fundy somehow was in the middle of it all, making happy noises and radiating warmth.

It didn’t take long for the entire group to fall asleep.

The next morning, Ranboo was the first one up. He hadn’t gotten any nightmares, which was always a plus.

“Ranboo?” Tommy’s voice was groggy.

“Yup. How you doing?”

“I am so poggers.” Tommy yawned before stretching, his wing nudging Fundy and waking up the fox.

Fundy groaned. “I hate waking up after a thin day. I’m all curled up and shit. It’s the worst, my muscles hurt.”

Ranboo laughed, and by a few minutes later, everyone was up. Niki and Puffy had somewhere to be, so he and Tommy left, too. They promised Eret and Fundy that they’d be back, though.

The walk back to their home was uneventful, which was good, because when they got home, it was chaos.

“Why didn’t you sleep?” Purpled was demanding. “I was up all night and you have the audacity to just go ‘sorry?’ You didn’t sleep yesterday and Tubbo didn’t the night before and I am fucking tired.”

Sam tried to console the boy. “I’m sorry, Purpled. I forget that you can’t fall asleep if one of us is awake. I’ll sleep tonight, okay? I promise.”

“I still have to get through all of today!” Purpled snarled, eyes glowing a little brighter and suddenly pale skin highlighting the bags underneath his eyes that seemed more prominent, now. “I’ve got a fucking headache and my wings are all sensitive and none of you seem to care, because you just stay up all night as if it doesn’t affect anyone else. News flash, pal, the world doesn’t revolve around you!” He stormed off, wings folded tightly around his body.

Sam just stood there.

“Well, hello,” Tommy said, breaking the silence. “Wonderful welcome.”

“He’s been pissy all day,” Tubbo shrugged. “I mean, he hasn’t slept in at least three days, so I’d be, too.”

Ranboo frowned, then remembered Fundy. “Is he having a thin day? It seems to be running in the family right now, so I wouldn’t be surprised.”

Sam considered it for a second. “That- that is actually a very good hypothesis, Ranboo. I’m going to go call Punz. Behave, boys.”

Once Sam had left the room, Tubbo mumbled, “Anyone in the mood for arson?”

“Nah,” Ranboo shrugged. “I’m gonna go talk with Purpled, but you guys can do whatever.”

Tommy went over to the couch and flopped on top of Tubbo. “Okay. Bye, Ranboo.”

Purpled was in the bedroom, all the lights shut off, curled up in the corner.

“What are you?” Ranboo mused, “A vampire?”

Purpled just scowled. “I might as well be. Leave, or I’ll suck your blood.”

Ranboo shrugged and went over to the bed. “Nah, I don’t think I will. You’re going through your first thin day, you shouldn’t be alone.”

“My first thin day? Why’s that such a big deal?”

“Because it’s your hybrid side growing stronger,” Ranboo said, “It’s probably one of the worst thin days to have, to be honest, since you aren’t used to it and still need to adjust to how it feels.”

Purpled thought about how his day had gone. He’d been up all night, and the previous night, and the one before that, so he couldn’t remember when today had started, but he figured it was probably before the time he’d gone to the bathroom and noticed how pale he was, and how awful his under-eye bags looked.

Yeah, sometime around there, because he’d noticed his wings feeling sensitive a little after that- which was why he’d abandoned blankets, since the fabric had felt all wrong. That had been the wrong choice, since he’d started shaking from the cold.

The day had only gone downhill, too, since he’d stepped one foot outside and immediately gotten a headache from the sunlight.

“Yeah,” Purpled conceded. “This might be a thin day, but it still sucks.”

“No doubt,” Ranboo agreed, moving to sit near Purpled instead of on the bed. “Is the floor comfortable?”

“No, but the walls feel nice on my wings. I dunno why.”

They sat in silence, because they didn’t need to talk. The silence spoke louder than any words that either could have said out loud.

A while later, the door creaked open.

Punz peeked through. “Purpled? You alright? I heard you were having a thin day. They stink.”

“I’m okay.” Purpled said, his voice quieter than he would’ve liked. “I feel bad for snapping at Sam, though.”

“Aw, that’s not your fault, kid.” Punz frowned, moving into the room. “He doesn’t hold it against you.”

“I still feel bad, though. If it didn’t hurt to be in anything but darkness, I’d apologize.”

Ranboo slipped out of the room to let Punz help his brother adapt to the new concept of having thin days, and was surprised to see Phil and Tommy talking.

“I’m sorry,” Phil was saying, and he seemed to be genuine. “I haven’t been the most human recently, and I’m sorry that you had to go through everything just so that I could realize that everything I did was fucked up,” He laughed wetly, tears welling in his eyes. “I wish I could go back and do all of it differently, because in a way I lost all of my sons. I don’t hold it against you, choosing Sam I mean, because in the end, I was a fucking awful father. I’m glad you found someone who could care for you properly, I really am.”

Tommy smiled weakly. “I wish I could say it’s okay. I really want to, Phil, but the things you put me through, Ranboo through, everyone else through… I can’t just put it in the past, but as long as you’re willing to change, I’ll let you have some time, okay?”

“Thank you,” Phil said earnestly. “Tell me to go at any point, and I will. I cross any boundaries, tell me. If Techno does anything you don’t like, tell me. I can’t change what I did and I don’t expect you to forget it, but you even giving me a chance to change is more than I deserve. Thank you, Tommy. You will always mean something to me, even if you don’t consider yourself my son, and from now on, I’ll try harder to stay human, okay?”

“Okay.” Tommy said, voice thick with tears. “As long as you know you fucked up and want to make up for it, I can stand you around, old man.”

Phil laughed, but his laughter died out when Ranboo entered the room. “Oh! Just who I needed to talk to! I, uh, I apologised to Tommy, but I need to talk with you, too.”

Tommy stayed, even as Ranboo sat down and motioned for Phil to continue.

“As I was saying, during the past few years, I slid down a slope that led to me not really being connected with the more human side of things, and recently I’ve realized it. I’ve managed to acknowledge that everything I did was more than fucked, and I’ve hurt an insane amount of people, not to mention I’ve ruined relationships I may never get back. I deserve all of it, of course, but I need to apologize and get it off of my chest, even if you tell me to go to hell and hate me until the day you die.”

Ranboo nodded, but stayed quiet. He didn’t trust his voice.

Phil went on, “I hurt you and nearly made you- well, through my actions, I almost made you kill yourself, is the reality of it, and I know that just saying sorry will never be enough, because a few measly words is in no way enough to make up for the pain and trauma I put you through, not to mention everything with- with L’manburg. But, I think that apologizing is a good place to start, and I can work from there. So, Ranboo Underscore,” Phil took a breath and willed the tears to not fall, “I’m sorry for everything that I’ve done and everything I’ve put you through. I should have understood much sooner what I did, and the fact that I didn’t will haunt me forever. I completely get if you want me to leave and never return, and won’t hold it against you in the slightest, but if you feel that you can let me make up for what I’ve done while still maintaining good mental health, I would like the chance to.”

Ranboo hesitated, and Phil spoke again.

“Please don’t feel pressured to. You can absolutely tell me to fuck off, I deserve worse. Do whatever you feel is best for you, and I will comply.”

Ranboo felt comforted by that, but… “I can change my mind at any point?”

“Of course,” Phil agreed.

“Then yeah,” Ranboo started. “I can let you try to make up for what you did. This is a good start, but you have a long way to go.”

“Don’t I know it,” Phil nodded. “Thank you, Ranboo, I really mean it.”

“I know you do,” Ranboo said, and he really did. Something told him that Phil really was genuine, and he was inclined to believe it. And, a feeling settled through him, content to stay until the end of time- and it was happiness. He was happy, truly happy, and he wanted it to stay like that.

Phil left Sam’s house, and from a distance, Death watched. She was proud of Phil for apologising and meaning it, and she didn’t doubt that he’d actually try to change. There’d be bigger consequences if he didn’t, she decided, but she knew it’d never come to that.

The whole server had faced reality and came out victorious, so they’d all be family until the day that she came for the last of them.

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there will be more one-shots in this universe. this isnt the true ending :)

[chimmyboii]

Nice Guy - Part 2

Paring: Chanyeol x reader (Previous Baekhyun x reader)

Summary: After finding out her boyfriend, Baekhyun had cheated on her at a party, Y/N goes into meltdown. Chanyeol, Baekhyun’s best friend, decides he can’t stand watching the girl completely fall apart because of his best friend and decides to befriend her.

AN: Here’s part 2! hope you guys enjoy! Let me know what you guys think!! :)) I have realised i seem to bully Baekhyun alot in my fics - sorry Baekhyun! lol its not intentional i promise!!! 

Warning: sexual harassment - it’s not detailed much but i don’t want to trigger anyone! 

Masterlist

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

When I wake up, I feel sick with dread. Part of me wishes it was a dream, that Baekhyun was still mine and that everything that happened was just an awful nightmare. But reality kicks in when I walk through the school doors and spot said brown haired boy making out with a blonde against the lockers. Abruptly, I stop and clench my phone tightly in my hands, blinking rapidly to keep the tears at bay. The students around them appear unbothered until they see me standing there, watching them. Each and every one of them stare at me with pity filled eyes. I sigh and advert my eyes, focusing straight ahead of me, aiming to get to my locker. The quicker the day begins, the quicker I can go home and hide. As I open the red door of my locker, I hear a squeal of pain and shouts, peering around the door, I gasp.

“Lisa!” I shriek, slamming the doors shut and sprinting to the scene. A crowd has formed and are chanting; ‘fight, fight, fight!’ I push pass them. Lisa has her hand wrapped around the blonde girls’ hair, pulling at it. The both of them are screaming at each other, blondie clawing at Lisa’s arms causing red scratches to appear. I reach out and grab Lisa’s arm, just in time, stopping her from slapping the blonde across the face. “Oh my God! Lisa, stop!” I try my best to hold Lisa back from the blonde, but the fiery redhead girl is relentless as she continues to pull at the blonde shirt, sharp nails also leaving marks along the girls’ skin. The blonde pushes at Lisa who knocks back into me causing me to let out a groan, my grip on Lisa withdraws.

“You bitch!” Lisa screams, pouncing at her. Just then, long arms wrap themselves around Lisa’s waist lifting her up and carrying her away. Chanyeol remains unbothered as Lisa pounds at his arms, struggling in his grip.

“LET ME GO!” She yells. The crowd begins to leave now that the fight is over, its then I spot Baekhyun who appeared to be missing the entire fight. He is by his locker, causally pulling out his jotters and textbook for his class, completely unfazed by what just happened. I turn to the blonde and look at her; her hair is a mess and makeup completely smudge. She looks at Baekhyun and begins to cry, probably expecting him to defend her or comfort her. She turns back to me, lips wobbling and suddenly I see myself in her. Just an innocent girl led on by his charm – except I count her lucky as she didn’t waste three years with him.

“And you wonder why I dumped his ass,” I say casually, “trust me, your better without him.” And with that I walked in the same direction Chanyeol went. He had led Lisa to the football pitch outside, I can see them through the window. As soon as I go outside, I can hear Lisa’s rage, her voice is echoing between the school building. I slowly make my way to them, still trying to wrap my head around all of this. It’s like Baekhyun’s a different guy, a stranger, like I didn’t know him at all.  

“What an absolute dickhead!” Lisa yells, Chanyeol says nothing and takes a seat on the bench, letting her rant. She begins to pace in front of him. “They only split up yesterday and he’s already moved on!” Once again, Chanyeol is silent so Lisa carries on. “Am I the only person who cares? Literally, nobody gives two fucks that Baekhyun is making out with that girl only a day after splitting up with his long-term girlfriend, who I might add he cheated on!” Chanyeol reaches into his bag and pulls out a water bottle and hands it to Lisa, she takes it wordlessly and takes a sip before continuing. “If it was the other way around and it was Y/N that was making out with some guy, she would have been called a slut or worse!”

“Still doesn’t give you a reason to attack the girl though,” I interrupt, Lisa turns to me and shrugs, handing Chanyeol his bottle back.

“That little bitch deserved it,” I shake my head.

“How?”

“Well for one she blamed you for Baekhyun cheating. She literally had the balls to say that you were too boring for him and that’s why he went elsewhere!” I sigh and take a seat next to Chanyeol.

“Still you shouldn’t have hit her – although I appreciate the gesture, I don’t want you getting in trouble.” The day hadn’t even started yet and already I felt drained. Chanyeol turns to me, his brown eyes study me for a moment.

“How you feeling?” I don’t have a proper answer, so I shrug.

It’s quiet between us until I break it.

“I wish I could hurt him, like he hurt me,” I confess, finally admitting my rage. Lisa and Chanyeol turn to me. Chanyeol’s gaze is concerned and worried, Lisa’s gaze is one of understanding – having been through a similar break up herself.  

“Maybe you can,” Lisa mutters, I look at her. Her eyes are far away, a sign she is planning something.

“How?” Lisa shrugs and I groan at her.

“Give me a minute woman! I’m thinking, perfection takes time!” I shake my head at her.

Chanyeol shifts in his seat. “I don’t think it’s a good idea you know, getting your own back on him,” I look at him with curious eyes, his hands run along his jeans three times – he’s nervous. I nod at him to continue. “At the moment you feel angry and betrayed, and you have every right to! But I-I don’t think you should give into the idea of revenge, cos what are you going to do after the revenge is over? You’ll probably feel even more hurt.” I consider his words until Lisa begins to speak.

“Yeah but you heard her Chanyeol, she wants to hurt him! She needs this, don’t you?” Lisa looks at me and I slowly nod. I do want to hurt Baekhyun, but I also don’t. It’s hard to turn off your emotion for someone you’ve cared about for so long. Lisa turns to Chanyeol. “You’re having that party on Friday, right? The stupid football one?”

Chanyeol pouts. “It’s not stupid, but yes. Why?” Lisa ignores the question and smirks at me.

“Baekhyun won’t be expecting you at that party now that you guys have split up. So, what I propose is: you get dolled up, attend the party, make out with a few guys, make him jealous, so that when he comes crawling back to you when he realises what he’s missing, and then kick him where the sun don’t shine!” I hear Chanyeol snort from beside me, causing Lisa to glare at him.

“What? Don’t like my plan?” Chanyeol gulps under her gaze and turns looks at me wearily.

“Well…” he starts, “speaking from a guy’s point of view, a guy will only be jealous about a girl making out with other guys and such if he-”

“Cares about her,” I cut him off, Chanyeol winces.

“Shit, Y/N, I’m sorry!” I shake my head and smile sadly at him.

“Don’t be Chanyeol, I need to accept it. And you’re right, that plan won’t work for many reasons not just that.” Lisa’s shoulders fall and a pout appears on her lips.

“This isn’t a chick flick, Lisa,” I snort, “I’m just plain, you know, average,” I shrug, and I hear Chanyeol make noise of protest. Heat raises on my cheeks, but I ignore him and carry on. “Fuck sake, Baekhyun is – was my first boyfriend and I was lucky I even got someone like him. And like Chanyeol said, Baekhyun doesn’t care about me.” I take a deep breath and confess, “But I don’t hate the idea.” Lisa brightens.

“It’s just wishful thinking, me hurting Baekhyun,” I start and Lisa nods. “But it angers me how quick he moved on. It’s like the last three years didn’t exist for him.” I stand up, causing Chanyeol to jump beside me. The anger I felt when I saw that video and this morning when he was kissing that girl, appeared again. “You know when he stopped me at the stairs yesterday, I generally thought that he did care for me. And that’s why he chased after me, but now that I think about it. He probably did that to save his reputation but now he realises its fucked so he may as well show everybody what he really is: a cheating scumbag!”

I look at Chanyeol. “So, I’m going to your party this Friday,” I confirm. “Fuck Baekhyun! I’m going to have few drinks, dance for a bit. I don’t need him, ” I growl out and Chanyeol frantically nods.

“WOO!” Lisa cheers, “that’s the spirit.” I look at my watch and realise the bell must have rung about 15 minutes ago. I had a free period this morning, so I wasn’t too bothered but I looked at Chanyeol and Lisa.

“Don’t you guys have class?” Lisa’s eyes widen but then she calms.

“Meh, I’m failing physics anyway!” I let out a laugh and Chanyeol does the same.  

“I have PE but it’s okay, I have practice after school so I wouldn’t have missed much,” Chanyeol says and I nod. In the end Chanyeol follows me to the library whilst Lisa makes her way to physics – which takes a lot of persuading from me.

-

It’s on Thursday when I start to feel the loneliness without Baekhyun. I had received the results of my test – the one I had to study for when Baekhyun was out fingering another girl. I had passed, a massive 70%. Although, I feel proud of myself, having no one to share it with puts a damper on the feeling. It’s then when I remember Chanyeol’s number, opening my phone I stare at it for about 20 minutes before I press the number. It begins ringing and my heart suddenly begins to beat rapidly, throat beings to dry and I almost hang up when a groggy voice greets me.

“Hello?” I almost squeal and throw my phone away.

“Did I wake you? I’m so sorry!” I yelp, I look at my wall clock and see it is half nine and I want to bang my head against the wall behind me. Chanyeol sleepily chuckles.

“No, I was just napping.”

“Shit I’m sorry, I’ll let you go back to sleep,” I pull my phone away, about to press the red icon when Chanyeol voice stops me.

“Wait! It’s okay, I told you to call me whenever. So, what’s up?” I shrug, forgetting he can’t see me.

“I don’t know I feel lonely, I guess,” I confess and Chanyeol hums. “I also passed my test, the re-sit one – you probably don’t know what I’m talking about,” I ramble, forgetting he’s not Baekhyun and that we weren’t really friends back then.

“The maths one?” I freeze, how the fuck does he know?

“Yeah, how did you know?” Chanyeol yawns over the receiver.

“I remember you ranting about how you’ll never use this in real life. I also told Baekhyun to wish you good luck from me, but I guess he forgot,” my heart warms at that.

“No, he didn’t,” I reveal quietly, “Thanks though, that means a lot.” We’re quiet for a bit before I decided to ask Chanyeol a question that’s been bugging me.

“Hey Chanyeol?” He mutter’s back a quiet ‘yeah?’ “Why weren’t we friends? Like you didn’t talk to me much, I’m just wondering was there a reason?” Chanyeol coughs suddenly and I know I’ve made it awkward, but I couldn’t help my curiosity.

“I’m not really sure,” he starts, “I guess I felt you didn’t want to be friends with me – or the guys. You used to just sit with us because of Baekhyun, no offence Y/N, but you only ever spoke to Baekhyun when you were at the table,” I wince, knowing it was the truth but can’t say the truth didn’t hurt. “I did think you were nice though, just kinda wished you would have made an attempt to communicate with the rest of us,”

“I guess I get awkward around new people,” I admit, “I get nervous and don’t know how to start a conversation, sometimes I can’t tell if someone’s joking with me. I did want to talk to you guys, but I didn’t know how. You all had your own inside jokes and stories; I felt a little left out. So, I just stuck to what I know and that was Baekhyun,” I was disappointed in myself, I’ll be honest. I didn’t try and get to know the rest which is probably why they didn’t care that Baekhyun cheated on me.

“Hey, don’t beat yourself up.” Chanyeol scolds, “You can get to know me now, w-well if you want to that is,” I giggle lightly.

“I do Chanyeol,” I let the smile I had been holding back appear.

Since the breakup on Monday, I have felt all sorts of emotions, the most emotions I have felt my whole eighteen years on this planet. But talking to Chanyeol on the phone right now, all those emotions fade, and I feel like I’m at peace. It’s nice. Chanyeol and I continue to chat about our classes, my hatred for maths and his love for music. We chat and chat until Chanyeol brings up the party tomorrow night.

“Are you sure you still want to go?” He asks and I sigh. “It’s not that I don’t want you there, I do!” Chanyeol quickly squeaks and I laugh.

“I know Chanyeol. I do kind of want to go but at the same time not. I’m kind of scared,” I swallow, the thought of actually catching Baekhyun with another girl physically in front of me, like in the video, makes me sick to the stomach.

“I’ll make sure Baekhyun stays away from you,” I softly laugh.

“I don’t think that���s possible, Chanyeol. It is a party,” Chanyeol groans as he realises this himself. “I’ll be okay, or I’ll try to be,” I look at the time and realise it’s almost midnight.

“Shit! I better let you go to sleep, you’ve got the big game tomorrow,” Chanyeol moans and then lets out a yawn.

“Don’t remind me!” He whines and I snort.

“You’ll be fine, your amazing at football!”

“Yeah?” He asks and I softly mutter a ‘yeah’ in return. We fall silent for a moment before I say goodnight and wish him good luck.

“Sweet dreams, Y/N,” And with that I hang up with flustered cheeks.

I turn off my lamp and place my phone on the table beside me. As I lay there staring at my ceiling, I feel calm, my thoughts aren’t racing like that had been recently and for once my thoughts aren’t about Baekhyun. But the tall pointed eared guy that I had just befriend recently.

- I am freaking the fuck out! It’s the night of the party and I have no idea what to wear, I’m acting like it’s the first time I’ve been to one of Chanyeol’s parties when in fact I have. Chanyeol pretty much hosts a party nearly every single Friday – his parents are always working out of town, leaving the place to Chanyeol and his older sister but she’s in university now, leaving Chanyeol to do what he wants. After the game Chanyeol invites the players back to his to celebrate their win or get pissed and forget about their defeat – either way it’s just an excuse for a drinking session. Now, it’s tradition.  

When I first started dating Baekhyun, I was adamite that I would never attend one of these parties, I had a fear that I would be spiked. But with plenty of persuading from Baekhyun, I actually went. I spent all night by Baekhyun side, taking small sips of the wine he’d giving me – trying to hard not to wince at the taste. Then, we’d spent all night fooling around with each other.

Pulling out my phone, I send a text to Lisa to make sure she’s attending the party. I look at the outfit I have chosen, a black jumpsuit that’s a bit low cut at the cleavage. I got it on sale and have never worn it but decided tonight I should. First party as a single girl again after all. My phone pings, quickly grabbing it and unlocking it, I see the message from Lisa.

Lisa: Yeah do u want me to meet u?

Me: Yes pleaseeee!!!!

Lisa: Okayyy ;p lol I’ll meet yours we’ll share a cab

I quickly send an ‘okay’ before starting to get ready. Just as I was finishing my hair, I heard my Mum call on me from down the stairs. Quickly, I turned everything off in my room and put on my shoes, I went down the stairs. Lisa was chatting away with Mum when I came down the stairs. Lisa wolf whistled as she saw me, and I rolled my eyes at her.

“Jeez, if I didn’t like men, I’d be all over you!” She comments making my Mum laugh and I gap at her.

“Lisa!” I scold, tugging her to the front door when I hear a horn go off. I shout a quick bye to Mum before climbing into the black cab.

Chanyeol’s place was crowded and it was making me feel a bit uneasy, Lisa held my hand tightly noticing my nerves. She tugged me into the kitchen and nodded to the bottle of Vodka that sat on the cabinet. I shrugged, eyes searching for him. Lisa sighs as she hands me the cup.

“Stop looking for him,” she tells me, “You’re here to have fun and forget him, remember?” I nod and take a gulp of the drink. I nearly spit it out.

“Fuck sake Lisa, what did you do pour the full bottle in here?” Lisa just giggles and clinks our cups together.

“Let’s get pissed!” She sings before gulping down her drink, I roll my eyes and do the same.

-

A few hours later and I’m hammered, completely wasted. I sway slightly as I enter the hallway, my eyes are heavy as I search for Lisa. She left a few moments ago – well I think it was moments ago, to the toilet. She hasn’t come back yet.

“LISAAAA!” I sing, pushing past people and come to the stair way. I spot him at top, chatting to a small redhead. I glare at him, feeling white anger raise within me until I’m shouting at him.

“Hey!” Baekhyun looks down and his eyes widen. “Oh! You look surprised to see me Baekhyunie! Didn’t think I’d go to party without you, well here I am!” I climb onto the first step, hiccupping and pointing my finger at him. “YOU! You are nothing but a coward!” Baekhyun mutters something to the girl before he comes storming down the stairs. He grabs my arm and drags me to the kitchen; I whine in protest and try to pull him off me.

“Get off me, you fucking twat!” I growl but he ignores me, he slams the kitchen door shut, then he lets go. He stalks over to the cupboards and open it, taking out a glass. Then, he goes to the sink and turn on the tap, letting it run for a second before thrusting the glass under it and filling it up. He hands it to me, I push it away, spilling it slightly.

“Drink it, Y/N,” he commands, his voice cold. I shake my head and he groans, pushing the glass into my face. My hand flies up and smacks it away, knocking it completely out Baekhyun’s hand. The glass smashes on the floor with a loud crash.

“WHEYHEY!” Someone shouts from outside the kitchen – sounding like Jongdae. I back myself away from him, Baekhyun curses and glares at me.

“Don’t look at me like that!” I slur, crossing my arms. “I don’t want it; I don’t want anything from you. You’re a fucking coward Byun Baekhyun!” Baekhyun says nothing, just staring at with his puppy eyes. And suddenly I don’t feel angry, just sad, again. “I told you I loved you and you went and fucked some other girl!” Baekhyun sighs and makes a move to leave the kitchen, I hurry and grab his arm, tugging him back.

“You can’t even own up to it!” I yell, pulling him around to face me. His face is blank, just staring at me. I feel hopeless, confused. Once again, I take a step back from him, I turn to the counter and grab a bottle that was lying there. It was red wine; I open it and take a large gulp. Baekhyun sighs my name but I ignore him and drink more.

“You’re going to give yourself alcohol poison,” I scoff and turn around.

“And why the fuck do you care?” Baekhyun frowns.

“I do care about you, Y/N,” I let out a bitter laugh.

“No, you fucking don’t! If you cared about me, you wouldn’t have gone with that girl last Friday. If you seriously cared, you wouldn’t have moved on so quickly!” A tear slides down my cheek, I point at it. “This is what caring looks like, Baekhyun.” I sniff, taking another sip from the bottle. “And I’m tired of caring for you, it’s exhausting and pointless.” With that I push passed him and back into the crowded living room.

I danced around the living room, took shots with Sehun – who seemed to appear from thin air! I think he’s a magician. The living room has become stuffy, my hair is sticking to the back of my neck, so I leave to the hallway. I lean against the wall, feeling drowsy.

“You alright?” a voice calls out; I look up with blurry eyes and see a guy leaning against the staircase. I nod, letting out a giggle. He smirks before making his way over to me, he has a cup in his hand, he offers some to me and I shake my head.

“I’m drunk enough,” I say, yawning. His smirk widens. “Being drunk is kinda fun though, until you get sleepy,” I giggle, and he nods taking a swig of his drink.

“You’re a pretty cute drunk,” he comments, and I let out a laugh. He leans forward, placing his lips near my cheek. “Pretty sexy as well,” I scoff, placing a hand on his chest.

“No, I’m not!” I snigger, he just nods before bending down, placing his cup on the floor. Both hands place themselves on my waist, he leans down and softly pecks the side of my lips.

“You are, you’re so sexy,” He whispers before kissing me. At first, I’m shocked but then I don’t know, I give in and let him kiss me. It was weird, his lips were chapped, and he tasted like a weird combination of beer and curry. It was when his hand started to move towards my breast that I realised I didn’t want sex. That i didn’t want him. I was too tired, too drunk for that. I pulled away, his lips trailed along my cheek and down my neck.

“No, no, no. I don’t want sex,” I slur out, pushing at him weakly. He just chuckles but continues to tug at me, his hand groping harshly at my breast. “I said no!” I push harder but he doesn’t let up.

“Hey, she said no!” the guy was pulled from me, and it finally hit me what was about to happen. I look up and see Chanyeol glare at him, the guy just laughs and turns back to me.

“Why don’t you piss off pal?” The guy says, but Chanyeol grips his shoulder, refusing to let him tower over me once again. My legs being to shake as the panic began to take place. I move to the side, almost falling over as I try to get away from his grip. As I was moving, I missed the swing of the guys right hand until it was too late. The guy punched Chanyeol in the nose, knocking him back into the staircase. Chanyeol let out a moan, gripping his face. I scream, attracting the attention of the others. Quickly, the rest of the boys arrive, Jongin and Sehun make a bee line for the guy dragging him out the front door. Kyungsoo, Yixing, Minseok and Junmyeon latch onto Chanyeol and lead him up the stairs to the bathroom.

A hand grips my shoulder, I scream and scramble away until I see the orange hair of my best friend. I launched myself into her arms, sobbing.

“Ssssh, it’s okay, Y/N,” Lisa soothes, but I shake my head.

“I was so scared; he wouldn’t let go. Chanyeol h-h-had to stop him!” I wail and suddenly, I’m pulling out of Lisa’s grip and practical crawl up the stairs. “I have to see him!” I yell down to Lisa. I get to the bathroom and see Chanyeol on the toilet pan, blood streaming down from his nose and his bottom lip is bust. Yixing kneels down and begins to clean the wound by his lip, Kyungsoo and Junmyeon stand by the sink. I let out a loud sob, hand covering my mouth. All eyes turn to me. Kyungsoo is first in action, marching towards me.

“Get out of here, Y/N!” he growls at me and I shake my head rapidly.

“Kyungsoo, leave her!” Chanyeol snaps, “This isn’t her fault,” Kyungsoo turns around and shoots Chanyeol a glare – but unlike the times in the canteen, Chanyeol doesn’t turn away frightened. He stares long and hard. Chanyeol looks at Yixing and Junmyeon and nods, indicating them to go. Both of them nod, leaving the room and tugging Kyungsoo along with them. Chanyeol reaches out his hand, I stumble to him sobbing. I grab his face and smoosh it against my breast, hugging him tightly. He chuckles slightly.

“Jesus, Y/N I’m alright,” I shake my head and continue to cry into his dark hair. He runs a hand along my back, trying to soothe me. Pulling back, I look at his face, his perfect face is all bloody and cut, my lips wobble again. Chanyeol’s thumb wipes the tear from my cheek and smiles weakly at me. “I’ll be alright, Y/N.” A knock on the door interrupts us, I turn and see Baekhyun standing there. He looks at the two of us for a moment before he eyes Chanyeol’s injuries.

“You alright man?” he asks and Chanyeol just nods. Both Baekhyun and Chanyeol look at each for a moment, having a silent conversation with their eyes before Baekhyun nods and leaves us alone again. I plop myself onto Chanyeol’s lap, circling my arms around his neck, holding him tightly to me. Chanyeol let out a surprise sound as I did this, but I ignored him, feeling tired once again.

“I’m sorry,” I mutter against his chest, “I didn’t mean to get so drunk, I-I just wanted to let loose but then I saw Baekhyun and drank more!” I rambled, Chanyeol doesn’t say anything. We sit there in silence, I listen to his breathing, his heartbeat which beats quickly under my ear. It soothes me, almost putting me to sleep. I feel Chanyeol put his hands underneath my knees, picking me up easily. I lean my head in the crook of his neck.

“Where are we going?” I mumble, snuggling further into his neck.

“To my room, you can stay there tonight,” I nod. I feel Chanyeol lower me gently onto his bed, when he goes to withdraw, I grip onto him tightly. Not wanting him to leave. “I have to go, Y/N,” I whine, tugging to me.

“I don’t want you to go, please,” I beg, looking up at him. He stands there unsure before giving in, he climbs on the bed next to me. Both of us are facing each other, watching each other silently.

“Tell me something,” I whisper and Chanyeol pouts.

“Like what?” I hum, shrugging slightly but my body feels heavy. I force my eyes to stay open so I can look at him some more. His nose has stopped bleeding, the blood his dried on his cupid bow. The cut on his lip has swelled slightly, making his lips look puffier.

“Anything, just something,”

“I had a crush on you,” Chanyeol confesses, he looks away from me shyly. My heart flutters and I couldn’t stop the goofy smile on my face.

“Really?” he nods still not looking at me. “You never said anything!” I whine, poking at his arm childishly – a reminder that I’m still drunk. Chanyeol finally looks at me and smiles sadly.

“Technically, I did,” he confirms, nodding to himself, “I sent Baekhyun to talk to you, to find out what you liked, your interests and then I was going to ask you out on a date but uhhh…things changed,” Quickly, I sat up causing the room to spin. I may be drunk, but I still have brain.

“Oh my God!” I gasp, piecing the picture together. “So, all those notes Baekhyun sent me, they were from you?” Chanyeol just nodded. Before Baekhyun and I started dating – before I got to know Baekhyun, he used to pass me these notes in class that used to say things like ‘you look beautiful today’, and at the time I thought it was Baekhyun, considering how much he used to flirt with me. Jesus! Some friend he is!

I look at Chanyeol, eyes growing wet.

“Don’t you start crying again!” Chanyeol tuts, “You didn’t know, Y/N,”

“I know but you had to watch me with him, it must have sucked balls!” I whine and Chanyeol shakes his head in amusement before tugging me back down, lying beside him again.

“It did for a while, but you were happy, so I learned to deal with it. I knew you didn’t like me like that anyway, you barely knew me,” I sigh, grabbing onto his hand tightly.

“Still a dick move from Baekhyun, though. What kind of friend does that?” Chanyeol once again just shrugs. My eyes being to close over and this time I can’t fight it. I feel Chanyeol move closer, putting his arm around my waist.

“Sweet dreams, Y/N,” I hear him whisper before I drift off completely.

[artificialqueens]

There's No One There (Group Fic) - Marmalade

Summary: One student missing multiple classes without warning can be explained away but when more girls start disappearing, it can’t be dismissed. Jaida, Jackie, Gigi, and Crystal may not be friends but if it’s to figure out what’s going on, they’re willing to work together.

A/N: I don’t really have much of a note so here’s a fun fact instead. I actually started writing another fic with these ladies + Heidi and I was writing it and writing it thinking “I’m doing so much, the absolute most” and it’s been in the works since mm One Woman Show episode on top of me thinking about it since the season started. For this fic, I came up with the concept less than two weeks ago and posted the first chapter after like 3 days of writing it. For comparison, this fic is currently 23 pages long, the other one is just 6. Inspiration is a wild thing.

Saturday had required the utmost of stealth. Gigi didn’t need anyone to see her on the bus and ask her how she planned to spend her day, she didn’t need anyone to see her slip away from the unloading bus and made herself scarce for the next few hours. She wore a scarf over her head and sunglasses that not only helped hide her identity but looked cute, she folded the paper bag she had received several times over and stashed it deep into her backpack, slipping back onto the bus at the end of the day with no one the wiser.

Everything was going off without a hitch until she tried to return to her dorm and Crystal had spotted her and flagged her down. Crystal’s hands were tightly gripping her hair as she attempted to fill in Gigi on what she had missed but between Crystal’s crying and natural proclivity for jumbling her words, Gigi could barely make out what she was saying. Something happened to Widow, Gigi kept hearing her name, and it didn’t take a genius to realize that it was not something good.

Jackie and Jaida arrived a few minutes later, the former of whom had already heard all this when they road back to school on the bus and went to find Jaida as soon as they set foot on the ground. Out of convivence, they piled into Gigi’s dorm and shut the door before Crystal’s tears attracted unwanted attention.

“-She told me something was going on and to meet her but she never showed up! I went to her dorm and her roommate said she wasn’t there either! What if someone was blackmailing her or something?!”

“Maybe it’s just a coincidence?” Jackie tried to interject some levity into the situation, she looked to Jaida for her input but Jaida’s mind was still tangled over what happened in the library.

“Child, a coincidence that happens three times, one after another?” Jaida’s tone is fast as she thought out loud. “Nicky acts weird, she goes missing. Jan starts acting strange, she goes missing. Widow clearly had something going on and the minute she decides to spill what it is, she goes missing now. Think if we go to the headmaster, he’ll give us some story about how Widow’s parents had some emergency that couldn’t wait one week for spring break or give her any time to say goodbye?”

“You… you think the he-principal made that up?” While Jaida was speaking as fast as she could, Gigi spoke very slowly, piecing her sentence together by the word.

“Yeah, Jaida, that’s a big accusation.”

“Okay, bitch, this is gonna sound a little bit crazy but when I was in the library today there was this one bitch there who was acting weird and when I say weird I mean she wasn’t paying attention to the world at all, all she could do was write in her book like her life depended on it. Then, later on, she freaks out for no reason and starts destroying some old books. Widow said she thought the school was driving people crazy, I’m starting to think she wasn’t just saying that to be dramatic, clearly she knew something we don’t.”

“Are you hearing yourself right now? What’th more likely? People dropping out of school or what? What’th even your theory, that they’re being kidnapped and experimented on and- and the school’th involved?”  

Jaida gave Gigi the side-eye from over her shoulder before turning to face her.

“I would have thought you’d be more suspicious; you were the first one to say something and you weren’t having it when the receptionist wasn’t telling us anything.”

“Yeah but then the principal told us what happened himthelf and I started to wonder if maybe me and Nicky just weren’t as close as I thought we were.”

“…Maybe the school doesn’t want the disappearances to get out?” Jackie had been deep in thought after Jaida suggested that the school was involved. It was a jump she didn’t want to make but more than anything Jackie wanted to make sense of what was going on. “This school’s reputation is insane, I’m pretty sure it’s almost entirely funded by investors who want to hire girls who just graduated. If a scandal broke then all the investors would pull out. If they kept the disappearances secret then they could have detectives investigate in secrecy and avoid getting front page on the news. So many the school isn’t responsible per se but the faculty is telling us whatever it takes to get us to leave everything alone.” Jackie wasn’t sure if she believed herself as she spoke but the more detail she added, the more it sounded realistic- or the more she wanted that to be the case.  

“And if they are? What do we do about it?”

“If Widow knew something, maybe she had evidence or a note or something. If we can find anything substantial, we could go to the police ourselves.”

Gigi folded her arms but the looks Jackie and Jaida gave her made her huff and throw them to her sides. “Okay, fine! Crystal, what do you think?”

Crystal had remained quiet throughout most of the conversation. The other girls hadn’t even noticed when her quiet crying had become a quiet stare at the wall ahead of her. She had no visible reaction when Gigi said her name, prompting Jackie to shake her on the shoulder which thankfully managed to snap her to attention.

“Que? Huh, what are we talking about?”

“You weren’t listening?”

“I must of zoned out!” Crystal squeaked meekly. “I’m sorry!”

“We’re going to search Widow’s dorm to find evidence to take to the police.” Jaida explained with her hands on her hips. “We ought to put you on note duty to keep you on track.”

-

The phrase “Hi there, our friend is missing and we want to check your shared dorm on the suspicion that there might be a clue” was something that not even Jaida had the gumption to say to Widow’s roommate. The four of them had resolved to waiting until the next day, forgoing the bus ride into town as they waited for the roommate to head out herself.

For as much as the hall monitors were sticklers about not letting girls dawdle in the dorm hall during class hours, they were far laxer out borrowing keys than they should have been. All it took Jaida was walking into their office and saying with reasonable confidence that she accidentally left her key in the pocket of the blazer she just put in the wash. The monitor just nodded and let her borrow a spare, never going to verify that the key she took was actually for her dorm. In fact when Jaida rejoined the other girls with wide eyes of disbelief they almost mistook it for her getting caught until she reveal the key in her palm.

The hall was empty and the doors didn’t have any names on them, so of the rare passerby that might see them it was far easier to think nothing of it, but that didn’t stop the girls from feeling some sense of secrecy and looking over their shoulders. All they did was put the spare key into the door and still they felt like they were in a spy movie. As soon as the door opened the four rushed in and closed the door behind them.

“God, why is Widow’s room so cold?” Gigi rubbed her hands along her arms, her blazer suddenly feeling not nearly warm enough.

“It feels fine?” Jackie glanced at Jaida and Crystal who both seemed to agree with Gigi.

“I’m sorry we can’t all be Canadian like you, Jackie. Let’s just get this over with.”

Nothing about Widow’s side of the dorm seemed like an obvious clue. No blood or conspiracy theory boards. Crystal walked over to her desk, inspecting the stack of large books that sat on top of it, immediately realizing that they weren’t there the last time she had hung out with Widow in her dorm.

“Are these yearbooks?” The other three grouped up to peer over her shoulder and as soon as she caught a glace, Jaida reached out to take on into her hands.

“I was looking for these yesterday! But, like, what’s Widow doing with so many of them?” Wordlessly, they each took a book to feather through the pages. They were of different years, some decades apart, with several pages missing a picture that they were certain had been there before.

Gigi was the first to snap her book closed and toss it down on the desk. “Three girlth gone, a freak out in the library, and now a lack of pictureth. Figured it all out yet?”

“But did Widow take the pictures or did someone else? And what’s the correlation between the missing pictures?” Jackie put her book down and looked around, her eyes falling down on the backpack resting by the post of the bed, all zipped up and poised to be easily grabbed on the way out. Jackie dropped down to her knees and began to unzip the bag.

“Wait- you’re going through Widow’s stuff now?” Crystal cried.

Jackie paused and looked over her shoulder at her. “…We already broke into her dorm, why are you drawing the line in the sand now?” Crystal stammered before broadly gesturing to Jackie to continue. Among the more normal items in the bag there was a folder, that in itself was not strange as it looked like it was pulled from a normal binder, however its contents were far mor eyebrow raising.

Jackie over turned it and out spilled a pile of yellowed old photos, a brief inspection confirming that they were the photos missing from the albums. The majority of the pictures were of athletic events or class photos taken outside. The activities were different, some of the pictures were of student’s others were of staff, none of them were even from the same year, and a few of them were of students in classrooms.

They had elected to grab the photos and run before they could even chance being caught by the roommate. After putting everything, save for the photos, back where they found them, they had retreated to Jaida’s dorm to pour over them in the search for a pattern. The effort was more frustrating than anything and it took a bit of strong arming to get Jackie to put down the photos long enough to go get lunch. After an hour long break where they mutually agreed not to mention anything about the photos or mysteries for their own sanity, they returned to the dorm fresh faced.

“Where even is this field?” Gigi asked nonchalantly when they returned, Crystal took the photo from her and held it close to her face.

“Um, just out by some shed I think?”

“What shed? The only sports shed it connected to the gym, we don’t have a free standing one.”

“The pictures are pretty old,” Jaida added. “I think the campus downsized their field a couple of decades ago because no one was using them-” Jaida cut herself off with wide eyes. “Wait. Wait- okay, wait.” She bolted up and grabbed the photos out of the other girls’ hands, sifting through them before laying them one by one. “Shed, shed, shed. All of the ones outside have this same old shed in it.” She picked up one of the photos that was taken in a classroom, a girl holding up a banner she painted for some dance that was one of the more modern photos, Jaida wasn’t interested in that- her eyes were on the large window behind the girl. “Yes bitch! Okay, look at that!” She slammed the photo down and pointed to a white spot among the discolored green trees. “There’s the shed again.”

“…And we’re crazy about an old sports shed because?”

“Because- last I heard from Jan, she was going to go for a walk outside. The headmaster said she was caught trying to leave campus, whether that’s true or not, like, maybe this was where Jan was trying to go. If the campus downsized then the shed would be out in the woods by now.”

“The grounds are so different now, we have no idea how deep into the woods it is or even what direction it is.”

“No but!- if we find what classroom this photo was taken from then, child, we got our direction.”

[cherry3point14]

Freaky Friday

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Body switching crack basically, mainly hijinx, overreaction, mentions of feelings.

Word Count: 3886

Prompt: Sam and Dean have switched bodies, which you would have found hysterical if you had known BEFORE you went to your best friend Sam to mope about how felt about dean and how he had no clue.

A/N: Did y’all miss me?! I put out a cry for prompts because I was in a major writing rut and my girl @divadinag hit me up with a ton. Obviously, they’re all fantastic. So this is the first of several fics based off her brilliant brain. P.S please be gentle as I try to remember how to write again.

Ao3 if you prefer.

“The witch is dead why are we still like this? Why’d it only happen when we got back here?” Sam’s tone is more panicked than normal, asking more questions than he’s prone to. Sam normally has the answers. “I don’t know Dean,” Dean’s voice emphasizes the name with the same annoyance Sam normally utters it with, “funnily enough I didn’t ask the witch before we killed him!” “Ok, enough, just, we gotta figure this out, dude. I can’t stay in this body. You’re all gangly.” Dean’s face looks affronted at the accusation, “gangly?” “Yeah,” Sam shakes his arms through the air as if they’re new, “Son of a bitch have you always been this long? It’s unnatural and I don’t like it.” Dean’s face gets this little ghost of a smirk on it that Dean, the one trapped inside of Sam’s body, recognizes, “I thought you’d like the extra length Dean.” “Shut up Sammy. I’ve got plenty of length where it- just shut up ok. We’ve gotta figure this out.” Sam, the one currently residing inside of Dean, clamps a hand on his own shoulder, “guess I, or should I say you, better get reading huh?"

It had been quiet since you got back from dealing with the witch yesterday. The relative calm that hung over the bunker wasn’t unusual at first. It had been a long drive and after you’d all spent ten hours plus in the Impala together the three of you tended to scatter for some alone time. It was just unusual for it to stay quiet for so long. Dean usually crawled out of whatever binge he fell into after a few hours in search of food, and Sam usually preferred the communal comfort of the library to working in his room. But right now you haven’t seen either of them since you got back yesterday morning and their absence is making time tick by achingly slowly. Eventually, you’d even go as far as to say you’re starting to miss them both. However, you are not one to sit around and mope about it. Instead, you decide to take action to curb your loneliness. Sam’s door is a little further from the library than Dean’s which means you walk past it every time you go to see the youngest Winchester. And every single time you stop. Something tight in your stomach makes you pause, stare and imagine. What if you walked in and kissed those lips that you’ve been dreaming of? What if you strode in with all the confidence you normally possess, like he doesn’t phase you, and straddled his lap with absolute certainty? What if you finally admitted to Dean all the dirty things you’ve thought about doing to him? The answer, as your brain was so good at reminding you, was that you would make an idiot of yourself. Dean has never shown even a passing interest in you like that. Your friendship would be ruined to boot and you’d probably have to move out just to be able to live with yourself. But that was, you know, just one of the many worst-case scenarios that eventually got you walking again. You knock when you get to Sam’s room but you never wait for a response before your hand is twisting the handle and you’re sliding inside. Neither of you cares much for privacy around each other, it’s not a luxury you’re afforded on the road in cramped motel rooms so it became a habit back at the bunker too. Or at the very least Sam knows to lock his door when you’re not welcome. Since it’s unlocked you walk in and land unceremoniously on his bed with your limbs spread out like a starfish. He’s sitting at his desk but that probably wouldn’t have made a difference. You’ve fallen on him before and no doubt you’ll do it again at some point. “Y/N?” There’s a confused inflection in how he says your name that you quickly question. “Who else is it going to be? Don’t tell me you have another friend?” You turn your head to the side, smiling at him, waiting for the start of your familiar back and forth, but are met only with this bug-eyed stiffness to his body like he’s still not sure why you’re here. His straight back and frozen expression of fear ends your attempt at a joke as quickly as it began, “you ok? I’m not interrupting anything, right?” “No! Erm...” he cocks his head a little, which makes his hair fall into his face and in turn seems to frustrate him as if he forgot it was there. “No, I was just... reading! Yep. Research. You know how I love me some research.” “Ok” you drag out like he’s a weirdo. Because he is. And the book at his desk isn’t even cracked open so he’s either lying or he doesn’t want you to see what he was reading. You’re guessing it’s the latter but the old, leather-bound book of whatever lore he has a boner for looks uninteresting at first glance. “Anyway, I’m bored. Don’t suppose you’ve found any new cases yet?” “Nah, I’m working on the thing.” He says turning back to the book, opening it this time but holding it at an awkward angle. You can see the front cover but whatever he’s reading inside is well and truly hidden. The unknown project, as well as his shadiness, piques your interest despite the title of the book being some boring, long ass anthology of pagan magic, “what thing?” You’re only watching out of the corner of your eye so as not to seem suspicious but you notice his eyes dart about before he answers, “nothing, it’s just something Sa- me. Something me and Dean are working on.” You’d been about to dig deeper and find out why Sam is being so weird but then he had to go and mention his brother. You fling your arm across your face with all of the dramatics you usually reserve for talking about Dean, “seriously? You couldn’t go ten minutes without mentioning him?” “Hey! What’s wrong with me-my brother?” You roll your eyes under the arm stretched across your face. You know Sam must tune out you out like 50% of the time, you hope he does at least for his own sake. Except for the amount of time you’ve spent lamenting about your unrequited feelings he can’t have completely forgotten, right? “I don’t know why you’re being so weird but please stop.” You huff out a breath and slump your shoulders, “seriously I’d just got him out of my head.” The book slams violently shut in a way Sam never treats books, “nope, that’s it. Now I want to talk about it!” “Really?” Sam had been understanding when you first developed your crush but you were pretty sure the other reason he tuned out your ‘Dean talk’ was because you were talking about his brother. It can’t have been comfortable to listen to. Although now he wants to talk about it? “I mean. Ok, fine. I thought you were sick of me talking about how pretty your brother is but I guess not.” He had swung around and leaned forward on his knees when you first opened your mouth but as soon as you mention Dean being pretty Sam begins choking on his own tongue. “What?” “Calm down bud,” you jump up and clap him on the back before slumping back onto the bed. “I won’t call him pretty again in your presence. Lesson learned. But seriously, I almost told him today. I was five steps from his door. I could have gone in and done it.” You puff your chest out a little, proud of the progress you’re making from being six steps away from admitting the truth. “Told him- you almost told him?” “Yes, you giant dummy. I almost told Dean that I maybe, definitely want to knock boots.” Sam’s mouth is caught in this limbo of half opening and then snapping shut making him look like a defective guppy. There’s no sound is coming out, so you continue, “oh come on. That’s not even the worst thing I’ve ever said to you about him. Remember when I told you about that dream where he spent an entire hour... well I won’t say it again. Last time you couldn’t look at me for days.” If you hadn’t been making yourself laugh with the memory then maybe you’d have noticed how suddenly interested Sam had been in hearing the story again. And maybe you’d have thought it to be a red flag. “How long have you been feeling like this?” . “Eugh. Every time you ask me that and then you tell me to put on my big girl pants and go tell him.” “Why haven’t you? Maybe he would want to know.” He poses a good question and it’s not the first time he’s asked you. It is, however, the first time you’ve been interrupted by the object of your affection running into the room, “dude I think I found something!” Everything stops for too long a second. You stare at Dean, Dean stares at Sam and Sam can’t stop looking at you. It’s all very Days of Our Lives, you just need some dramatic music in the background. If your mind weren’t elsewhere you might wonder why they are being so secretive and climactic. However, you’re too busy praying to any available god or even demigod, that Dean didn’t hear what you’d just been talking about. When Dean finally looks at you he misreads the awkwardness in your face, “oh good, you told her. Listen, I know it’s weird but I think I found something to put us back. It’s not really a reversal of the spell just a detour, kind of.” “What spell? What are you talking about?” As soon as he mentions a spell almost getting caught with your crush fades to nothing. You’re in hunter mode without faltering. Especially so soon after just killing a witch. “The spell the witch cast before he…? Dean didn’t tell you?” His face creases, pouts more like it, in Sam’s direction. Actually, if you had to put a name on it you’d say that he does a classic Sam bitch face. Except it’s Dean doing it at Sam. Before your brain can unpack how wrong that it there’s something else he said that’s sticking in your craw. “No Dean. Since I haven’t seen you all day no, you haven't told me anything. What the hell is going on guys?” You look over at Sam, your trustworthy best friend who normally explains it all. There are no answers though. Sam’s face is blank except for those wide eyes again. Dean steps forward, “Y/N. It’s me, Sam. There’s no easy way to say this but Dean and I, we kind of got switched, this morning actually. We think the witch put a spell on us but maybe time delayed it somehow? We didn’t find any hex bags anyway. But I think I’ve found...” Dean, or Sam anyway, could have started reciting the declaration of independence, in French, backward for how much attention you pay anything else he says. Realization sends a shudder up your spine that turns into a white-hot flush of equal parts embarrassment and fury. You slowly turn back to Sam, well Dean. Dean in Sam’s body. Dean who you just unwittingly admitted your long hidden feelings to. You can feel the intensity of the red staining your cheeks. Somewhere in Dean’s body, Sam is still talking but the real Dean has the decency to make Sam’s face look sheepish at least. In the back of your mind, you joke that he can't pull off Sam’s infamous puppy dog eyes properly. Not that it matters, because you’re about to do the only thing you can do right now. Monsters you can face, demons you can kill, ghosts you can burn but this situation? Yeah, you’re going to run. Dean, or Sam, fucking whatever, falters over whatever he’s saying when he reads the decision on your face. But even half blocking the door he’s no match for your speed, especially not in a new body that he’s not used to. He barely raises his hands in a defensive attempt to ask you what’s wrong when you shake your head and side step him altogether. Three well-placed steps and you’re past him. Then it’s just you and the sound of your pounding feet echoing through the empty corridors of the bunker. All the way to the garage where you take the first set of keys your fingers wrap around, start the engine of an old pickup, and get the hell out of dodge.

If you wanted to be found, like an idiot, you’d have gone to a bar. Or maybe a diner. You know, somewhere they'll obviously look first. You don’t want to be found for a long time. Instead, you stop at a gas station and buy yourself the nicest bottle of whiskey they have along with some random armfuls of snacks. Then you drive to a motel, turn off your phone and curl up in bed, in the fetal position sucking on your drink like a baby’s bottle. They’re going to be beyond pissed that you took off and turned off your phone but maybe you’re beyond pissed that Dean just let you sit there and spill your guts. Everyone can be mad about something. Or maybe you should have gone balls to the wall and told Dean all those months ago. Whatever. There’s lots of blame to go around. What sucks is this could have been funny. Like this could have legitimately been the most hysterical supernatural situation to find yourselves in. You and Dean could have hidden all of Sam’s things in places too high for him to reach, well you’d have watched Dean hide the stuff anyway. And Sam could have taken Dean’s body out for a run or to a make your own salad place. That’s just your initial ideas. Given an hour you’d have a list of pranks ideas for them both. Instead, you’re almost halfway through a fifth of whiskey and two bags of chips deep into your snack pile. Alone. You don’t remember ever feeling the embarrassment on the level you’re experiencing now. It’s agonizing and you're absolutely sure it will never fade. Alcohol only dulls your chagrin as you keep flashing back to using the phrase ‘knock boots’.   You’re close to insanity when there’s a knock at the door. You’re slow to get up and even then you take the time to press your face against the peephole. Your shoulders roll back in annoyance at not being as well hidden as you’d hoped, “no thank you. Do not disturb.” He knocks again and you sigh, stamping your foot in a mini, slightly drunken tantrum. “Y/N, it’s Sam.” Reluctantly you swing the door open and try not to frown at him still wearing his brothers face. While you manage to keep your expression in check you still splutter, “why do you still look like him?” “We haven’t tried the spell yet. We’ve been looking for you since you left.” You still think you were pretty justified in running away but you kinda wish you could talk to Sam right now. Your Sam. “I’m sorry.” The apology tastes of whiskey and potato chips but not of actual regret. “No, you’re not.” He smiles. In your head, you know exactly how that smile would look on Sam’s face. It’d be comforting and friendly, playful even. But on Dean’s lips, the smile reminds you of the fool you’ve made of yourself. You huff and wander back to the bed and your bottle, “you’re right. I’m not. He just sat there and let me tell him! And now he knows. And I can’t talk to you when you look like him. You’re going to have to turn around or something.” Sam shuts the door behind him but makes no attempt to look like anything less than Dean. It’s motly annoying that you didn’t see it earlier. There’s the occasional way he moves that’s so utterly Sam, like the way he shakes his head or the way he carries himself. Now that you think about it there were lots of those clues while you talking to Dean. If you’d have recognized even one then maybe you wouldn’t have opened your big, dumb mouth. “Want to talk about it?" “Absolutely not Deano. Oh sorry, Sam. Right. Sam! It’s so hard to keep track.” You sweep your arm through the air with the bottle hanging precariously from your hand. Alcohol-fuelled sarcasm dripping from your tongue. “Look where talking has got me tonight. I can’t even run away for more than a few hours before you find me, all looking like Dean!” He strides over to you wordlessly and you forget. For all of a second, it’s another daydream. It’s Dean, the actual Dean, coming towards you. It’ll be his hands on you when he reaches you and his lips about to kiss yours. “I think you’ve probably had enough of this.” Sam mothers the bottle away from you, breaking the spell. Even though it’s soulful green eyes that you’ve memorized staring at you, it’s Sam that shines through them, somehow. “I never used to be like this you know. Maybe you don't remember when you first met me. I was a badass. I killed a demon by squeezing his head between my thighs, I mean I exercised him after but the thigh thing really slowed him down. I was cool Sam and I was hot!” He’s moving your snacks from the bed to the table while you ramble on, “both at the same time, huh?” “Yes! Because I wasn’t bogged down with dumb feelings for your dumb brother.” You lay back without being told to. Drunken exhaustion has crept up on you and with the bed now empty you fall into it easily. The mattress is lumpy but not completely uncomfortable. Sam pulls the blanket over you and patronizingly pats you on the head. “Maybe if you’re lucky things will be different in the morning.” He says earning a grumble for treating you like a child. You don’t correct him though. You hope things will be different in the morning. You hope you wake up in a world where today never happened. You close your eyes as Sam lets himself out, Dean being the last thing you really see.

There's no pounding behind your eyes when you peel them open and for that, you'll have to thank Sam at some point. It wouldn't have been the first time you drank yourself to sleep and you were far from tired until he tucked you in and took away the good stuff. Although it was gas station whiskey so, mediocre stuff. Your body drags as you get out of bed like the air is slowing you down. It's a tragic shuffle to the bathroom where limp arms barely find the tiny bottle of mouthwash to banish the day-old whiskey breath. You run your fingers through your hair and give up after the second tangle. The palms of your hands make a small semblance of an effort to flatten the creases from your clothes, but you still look like you slept in the clothes you’re wearing. Eventually, you accept that, yeah, you're going to have to go back like this. They'll both look like stock photo models for the Canadian tourism board and you'll look like the human embodiment of the hair that gets pulled from the shower drain. It will be a fitting return for you after yesterday. Your brain tries to convince you that you should drive straight home. The faster you face the music the faster you can get on with your life. It’s just, then you see the mound of junk food on the table. You try to pretend it's your hunger that makes you sit cross-legged on the end of the bed, salty snacks and candy bars resting in your lap, even if you know it's the fear in your chest making you procrastinate. You're throwing M&M's high into the air while trying to catch them with your mouth when there's a knock at the door. The falling chocolate bounces off of your forehead and lands somewhere on the floor amongst its other fallen brethren that missed the target. Getting off the bed is now a loud affair of creaky mattress springs and crinkled wrappers and you take long enough that your visitor knocks again. "I'm coming, I'm coming." You huff out. You hadn't really paid much attention to the time but for some reason, you're expecting the robust man who rented you the room to be there demanding you leave or pay for another night. It's why, unlike last night, you don't check who's there. Everything seems safer in daylight so you almost lurch the door off its hinges with the force you exert to open it. “Really? Come to drag me back already?” Dean is standing there, well his body anyway, and you're just as frustrated as you had been to see him last night. “Seriously you guys didn’t have time to do the spell yet?” He smirks. It’s enough to know from that alone but he still confirms it for you, “we had time. ‘S all taken care of sweetheart.” Everything is happening too fast to blush or run or slam the door. “What are you…?” He takes a step so that the edge of his boots are almost touching your feet. One hand cups your cheek, his thumb stroking a lazy line back and forth over your skin like he’s admiring art and his other arm wraps around your waist. You’re already breathless. You’re already fucking done. But Dean hasn't even started. He ducks his head at the same time that he lifts your face a little, angling your mouth in his direction. You let out this whisper of a gasp, unable to actually comprehend this series of events as his lips connect with yours. It could all be a dream. You’ve dedicated entire REM cycles to just this moment. The kiss. But in your dreams, he never tastes like coffee as he does now. And dream you never worries about if she still tastes of alcohol. Plus there all those little things you hadn’t thought to imagine. Like the way his arm pulls you into him so you’re halfway into a Hollywood style dip except you’re crushed against him enough to feel his muscles twitch. His lips are fuller somehow, softer but he kisses you more intensely than dream Dean. His tongue chases yours and maps out your mouth for a lifetime. It’s still not enough. When you both somehow telepathically agree to breathe you still don’t want to give him up and you rake his bottom lip through your teeth just because you don’t want to let him go. He laughs at that. The unashamed desperation that you finally let out. “Thought I should wait till I wasn’t in Sam to do that.” “You know, to anyone else, that’d be a really weird thing to say.”

5eva tags: @divadinag @darthdeziewok @fluentinfiction @witch-of-letters @supernatural-teamfreewillpage Dean babes: @thewinchesterchronicles @akshi8278

[abaddons-right-hand-queen]

You’re The One

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Warnings: angst, swearing, mentions of hospitalization and injury, and of course, fluff

Prompt: “I was doing fine. Really. And then you waltzed back into my life like you never broke my heart.”

Sam Winchester was one son-of-a-bitch if you’ve ever known one. You despised the man entirely. It wasn’t like you wanted to, but you knew that you had to. It was for your own good.

Deep, deep down, you loved him. He was the kindest and most selfless man you had ever known, and he made you feel safe. The two of you started off as friends, coincidentally meeting every so often on hunts with his brother Dean, and after a while, they offered to have you stay with them at the bunker. They enjoyed your company and they needed extra hands on cases sometimes, plus you were always excited to kill a monster.

The older brother had always thought that you were a decent mix between both of them. You loved to research and read until your eyes burned and your brain was racked with new facts, but you also loved the adrenaline rush of cutting off a vampire’s head or burning a wendigo. You weren’t much of a drinker, unlike Dean, but damn it you were always down for some karaoke at the local bars. You were sweet like candy, but you came with one hell of a punch.

Dean understood why Sam fell for you.

Sam was very reluctant to let you in. It took a long while for your conversations to go from light joking and casual topics to deep and meaningful stories about your past. You never pushed him, never begged him, never bartered with him to go further into his past than what he wanted. He did the same with you.

It took a very long time for him to confess how he felt for you. Six years, to be exact. You still remember it like it was yesterday.

The clock struck three in the morning as you walked into the library. Sleep was not likely tonight it seemed, so you decided to read a bit until you got tired. You stepped through the door frame, pulling out your phone and shuffling some calming music as you looked through the stacks near the door.

You were reaching for a book on the top shelf when footsteps shuffled behind you. “Need help there?” Sam asked, making you turn around. He came up behind you, placing one hand on the small of your back while reaching to the top shelf with the other one. Your heart soared as he handed you the book.

“Thanks,” You said, smiling softly at him. He grabbed a book near the one you took, coming toward the table where you were at.

The song changed as you adjusted your hoodie. ‘You’re the One’ by Greta Van Fleet played in the background of your very own romance novel, setting just the right scene. You held your hand out to Sam, looking up at him coyly through your lashes.

“What are you doing?” Sam asked as he gripped your hand. You pulled him toward the more open area of the library, giving you plenty of room.

“Dance with me,” You offered. He chuckled and then nodded his head, pulling you into him gently. You rested your head on his chest and placed one hand in his while the other snaked around his torso. He reciprocated and together you swayed to the tune.

Babe, ain’t no denying

That I’ve got you in my head

The two of you remained in a blissful silence until the song was over. “(Y/N), I think I’m in love with you,” Sam said. “And that scares me to death.”

You pulled away from him, eyes widened in shock. You took a pause to truly register what he had just said. A smile formed on your face. “Sam, I know that I’m in love with you,” You whispered.

Sam smiled widely, placing a hand on the back of your neck to pull you into him. He pressed his lips to yours ever so softly. It was almost as if he was scared to break you if he kissed you too hard.

You and Sam were together for a year before he broke you. Dean had caught wind of a demon hunt in Nebraska and the three of you hunted down the entire group of ten. Unfortunately, three of them ganged up on you and beat you nearly to death. You spent three weeks in the hospital due to your injuries.

Sam’s couldn’t handle having you in harm’s way. Death surrounded him like oxygen, and he couldn’t stand the thought of you dying because of him. So, he ended things with you.

“Sam, you wouldn’t,” You gasped in disbelief. The thought of Sam ending your relationship killed you on the inside--hadn’t things been going so wonderfully?

“(Y/N), I have to. It’s for the best,” He sighed. He left you alone in the hospital room to process what he had just done to you, but you knew that it was going to take more than a few minutes to understand it.

Dean came into the room twenty minutes later with a few bottles of water for you so you didn’t have to drink the hospital water. He furrowed his eyebrows the moment he witnessed your puffy tear-filled eyes and the lack of Sam.

“What happened?” Dean asked you as he set the bottles of water next to your bed. He sat next to you and waited for your response. You quickly lunged forward and hugged him tightly. Dean was your best friend; he was always there for you, even for things that you couldn’t tell Sam. He understood you so well, and you understood him, too. You silently cried, trying your best not to appear weak. Although, it was too late for that. He had already seen you crying--you hated it when others saw you crying.

“Sam broke up with me,” You muttered as you pulled out of the hug. You used the hospital blanket to wipe the tears away from your face.

Dean’s eyes widened in shock. “But I thought things were going well?” He asked.

“I thought so, too. He just said that he had to.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I don’t either.”

When you were released from the hospital, Sam avoided you like the plague. You waited until he was in the library to move all of your things out of his room and back into your old one, and then you waited until the boys were both in bed before you loaded most of your things into your car and left the bunker. You didn’t leave a note or say goodbye. You didn’t pass go or collect $200. Leaving was the only choice--it was abundantly clear that you weren’t wanted there.

Seven months passed since then. You decided to take a break from hunting entirely, which was quite odd for you. It was true that you had been hunting for a very long time, but you missed the normal lifestyle you had in high school before your parents went missing. Your dad had been killed by a skinwalker, who then killed your mother. You were lucky that you got your two sisters out of the house before they had been killed. The Winchesters came into town for the case and interviewed you, and you learned about the reality of the supernatural.

After thinking long and hard, you decided to become a hunter. Jody trained you, and you lived with her for a bit until you were comfortable doing solo hunts. She thought of you to be selfless because you decided to hunt to better the world. It wasn’t just revenge for you--Sam and Dean killed the monster that took your parents away, now you were going to kill the monsters that were destroying the lives of many.

When you left Sam and Dean, you went to live with your last living sister--the youngest sister was tracked down and killed after you joined Sam and Dean. She was more than happy to let you in.

You were impressed with the warding and weapons in her house. She learned about protection from the supernatural after you started hunting, and she implemented a lot of it after your sister died. She couldn’t risk her life, as she had a loving husband that she didn’t want to leave behind.

Her husband knew of the supernatural. He knew that you were a hunter and that you put your life on the line hundreds of times to save people. You remembered how he asked you and the brothers questions after he found out.

“So vampires are real?” He asked. You nodded your heads with Sam and Dean. “What do they look like?”

“Well they sure as hell don’t sparkle,” You said sarcastically.

“They’re nasty. Rows of teeth, gorey, pale; the whole nine yards,” Dean added on.

“What else is out there?” He asked.

“There’s more than we can even list,” Sam said. “Vampires, werewolves, wendigos, demons, angels, gods, goddesses, witches, rougarous, banshees, reapers, ghosts, skinwalkers,” He listed. You shuddered at the mere thought of a skinwalker.

“That’s insane,” Your sister’s husband chuckled.

You took up a job at the bar down the street from your sister’s apartment. She lived in the city and preferred the hustle and bustle of the people. Grand Rapids, Michigan wasn’t the biggest city in the country--it wasn’t New York or Chicago by any means--but it was far bigger than the small town you all were raised in.

It was a slower night at the bar, and you were just closing up. All of the patrons were gone, making the bar feel lonely. The warm lights gently lit the wooden furnishings in the building, as well as a couple of extra lights illuminating the liquor behind the bar. On nights like tonight, you worked the bar while two other girls took the tables. They went home four hours ago along with the cooks, so it was just you manning the place.

You were wiping down the seats in front of the bar when the bell on the door indicated someone coming in. “Sorry doll, we’re closed,” You called over your shoulder, not seeing who came in.

“Even for me?” A voice called out. You knew that voice. You spent every night for five months dreaming of that voice. Then you spent the last two months despising that voice.

You sighed as you turned to face Sam Winchester, placing your hand on the counter. “Especially for you.” You briskly walked behind the counter to rinse out the washcloth, hoping that Sam would leave, but he didn’t. He leaned on the edge of the bar.

“How have you been?” He asked you.

“Do you even care?” You quipped. You dropped the cloth in the sink and gripped the edges, taking a deep breath. You thought that you had this handled. It seemed as though Sam was just a part of your past, but seeing him was something that you were not planning on. Especially this soon. Hearing his voice was reminding you just how much you missed him.

“(Y/N), you know that I care,” Sam said sincerely.

You laughed drily and turned to face him, placing two hands on the bar top. “Samuel Winchester, you left me. You said that we weren’t working out. That it was for the best.” You ran a hand through your hair. “It’s the same bullshit that I’ve heard from every other person I’ve been with.”

“Do you think that you weren’t enough?” He asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

“Of course I did!” You exclaimed. “You don’t spend a year with a guy who wanted you for six years before that and then very suddenly breaks it off without questioning yourself.” Your voice got lower as you prepared your next sentence. “You don’t spend that long with someone you love, have the relationship end, and not think that you’re to blame. It didn't matter what you said. I believed that I wasn’t enough for you anymore.”

“(Y/N), you were more than enough,” Sam said, reaching for your arm.

“Why are you here, Sam?” You asked as you pulled away from his reach.

“Hey, you never answered my question,” Sam pointed out as he stood up straight. You scoffed and went to get the washcloth from the sink, wringing it out as you came around the bar.

“I was doing fine,” You answered. When you looked at the doubtful look on Sam’s face, you continued. “Really. And then you waltzed back into my life like you never broke my heart.” Sam’s face fell. “Now, why are you here?”

“Dean and I want you back with us,” He stated. You scoffed and went to wipe down a table. “It’s true. We miss you. And I don’t expect you to ever fully forgive me, but I want to try and work out our problems.”

“What problems, Sam?” you asked in frustration. “I was under the impression that we were doing well together, and then you broke up with me and that was the end of it.”

“I broke up with you because I thought that it would be safer for you. You almost died on that demon hunt in Nebraska and I couldn’t stand the thought of losing you, so I detached from you in hopes that--”

“That if I died you wouldn’t be affected,” You finished, sighing. He hums a yes. “Sam, attachment is perfectly okay. It’s human.”

“We’ve already lost so many people. Kevin, Charlie, dad. Hell, we’ve even lost each other a couple of times. I thought that if I broke up with you, you couldn’t be added to that list. And in every serious relationship I’ve ever had, she dies.”

As he spoke, he slowly walked closer to you, and you to him. The music that was loudly playing rock overhead changed, and ‘You’re the One’ by the Greta Van Fleet came on. It was an ironic thing, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d say that God had planned it.

“Sam, a person dies twice,” You say as you abandon the washcloth on the table. “Once when the physical body dies, and another time when someone forgets about that person. And I’d reckon that with you and Dean, I would never die.”

You were within arm’s reach of him. Either one of you could make a move. He held his hand out, smiling at you softly. “(Y/N), will you dance with me?”

Rolling your eyes, you replied, “Of course I will, you goofball.”

See, where we’ve been

Won’t you hold my hand and stay awhile

You’re the one I want

You’re the one I need

You’re the one I want

So come on back to me

You didn’t think that you could ever forget what had happened between the two of you. You loved him; you’d always loved him, and you’d never stop loving him. These memories were part of your history. Your personal book. Your testament in the Winchester Bible. Sam felt the same way toward you, as well. He may have had a different way of showing it, but you knew that he meant well and that he loved you.

Sam Winchester was the one.

[silvergrimoire97]

Chapter 1

You open the door to the strong aroma of coffee. The smell jolts your brain into reality and you take out your gold Starbucks rewards card.

‘The usual Y/N?” Hoseok asks you’ve been coming here ever since Freshman year of college.

“Yep, today is the calm before the storm.”

“Which final has your panties in a twist?” he wiggles his eyebrows as he swipes your card.

“The MCAT, I need to get at least a 520 to get a good shot into Seoul National University med program, and I got a 518 on my last practice, so my mind is buzzing with frustration on those two problems.”

“Well saying that you're already going to SNU for a master I think you have a good shot.” He winks at you as you grab your cup of coffee.

Just before you leave a wall of hard muscle bumps into you.

“Whoa!” You steady your coffee before looking up at the person who has a firm grip on your arms.

“Watch where you’re going,” his low voice huffs.

“Sorry?” You reply with a slight bite in your tone before walking around him and out into the busy street. But before the door closes behind you, a faint call tells you to stop. You ignore it and continue walking to the bus stop.

You grab onto one of the dangling handles in the bus as you sip your coffee. You stare out the window, watching the busy streets go by in a blur as you head to university.

The bus comes to a slow stop and you hustle out with all the other students as you head to your 8 am class. As you walk towards the lecture hall someone slings their arm around your shoulders. You stumble a little but look to see it was Taetae.

“Who pissed in your cornflakes today?” he jokes.

Ah, your best friend since junior year of high school. Tae also wanted to be in the medical field, but his dream is to become a pediatric surgeon since he loves kids so much. You, on the other hand, have no patience for such things because they are mere burdens to take care of.

You raise an eyebrow at his question.

“Please, you had a resting bitch face on which only meant that in the two hours that it took for you to come here, something went wrong. So?”

He knew you like the back of his own hand and you always saw him as an older brother, you both tried kissing to see if things could get farther, but it was merely teen hormones messing with your friendship. As sexy and hot Taehyung was, both of you knew that your relationship was just a protective platonic older brother-sister relationship. So sometimes people thought you two were acting too cozy, but that’s only because you had no boundaries.

“I ran into a jerk leaving Starbucks and his rude attitude got on my nerves.” You explain before taking a sip of your coffee.

“Really? Could it be because you were too busy gazing after Hoseok that you weren’t looking where you were going?” He wiggles both of his eyebrows at you.

“Oh shut up, you know that I would never date Hoseokie, I just admire him from afar, like a celebrity crush. You know that they will never be with you, but you still love them to your heart’s content.” You look up to see him give you a pointed look. “Well besides that, the sheer annoyance in his voice just ticked me off, as if I stained his 200 dollar Gucci tie or something. By the way, I didn’t spill my coffee, so it was a win-win situation sort of.” You puff your chest at the last sentence because people usually spilled theirs, but you didn’t because surgeons have to have steady hands.

“My oh my, could this be a new love interest?” he swoons.

You sigh with longing as you stare up into Tae’s big chocolate brown eyes, how you wish they could be yours, but all the same, you didn’t because you couldn’t force anything.

“I love you,” you blurt out, to gauge any emotion from him.

Without missing a beat he responds with, “I love you too sis.” He smirks knowing that we both had no chance with each other. Some people would think that he’s gay, but he isn’t.  I just happen to be his long lost twin and we understand each other in an unspoken way.

“You know what if this rich guy is a secret gangster who makes his money off of killing people? I would be dating a murder and then you’ll never see me again.” I pout up at him.

“Well, it was nice knowing you Y/N.” He salutes as the two of you head into your premed course.

One lecture and three classes later…….

You and Taehyung head to the library and as you set up the little wall of books, Taehyung pulls out two bowls Jajangmyeon. The librarians would kill us if they found out that we bought food that can stain the precious pages of the books. You usually studied with Taehyung at the library because it was quieter and there was an actual sizable desk to spread out all your textbooks and notebooks.

You take out your pencil pouch along with your laptop to type up the notes rather than hand write them. You highlight in the textbook since you got a full ride scholarship to university having worked your ass off since elementary school spending everyday in the library reading anatomy books. Taehyung on the other hand printed out the entire textbook one night when he snuck into the teacher’s lounge and decided to use the free ink and paper. To make the story short, he came back with a gleam in his eyes and his cheeks were flushed from physical exertion.

You begin skimming over your lecture notes and working on the assignment and paper at hand while Taehyung looks like he’s texting Jimin to find out what time is the party' this weekend. Tae somehow managed to keep a 4.0 GPA while also getting slam dunk drunk every other Friday. How you don’t know, but you are somewhat envious of his hidden brain. Of course, you were smarter than him since those long hours crying in the library weren’t for nothing.

“The party starts at 10 so I’ll be gone from 10:30 till noon the next day, so while that is happening and I’m getting laid, go call that Yoongi guy up and go out on a date with him,” Tae says over a mouthful of noodles.

“How about no because we have a quiz coming up and that quiz also has bonus points on it so it won’t hurt to study a little.” You remind him as you highlight a section that was a little confusing.

“Or maybe you can quit your dry spell and have some fun in your life since being a doctor also means to have creativity. You gotta think outside the of the box when you’re faced with a challenging case.” Tae says as he sketches out the surgery that you had trouble remembering.

He was always a visual learner and it helped since he drew badass diagrams for you to help study with. While he drew you filled in the picture with words, which made you two the ideal study buddies.

You and Taehyung spend the rest of the night studying at the library and finally leave when the librarians kick you two out. You slide into Tae’s car and the smell of coke and popcorn greets you. Tae’s parents are well off, but to an extent Tae survives off of his allowance. Not needing to work a single day in his life. Well he did become a lifeguard with you because he wanted to show off his body and get a good tan, plus him being the perv that he is, there were people in bikinis all the time at the pool, so there was that reason too.

Tae drives his matte black Porsche back to your luxury studio apartment that Taehyung’s parent spay for. You’re like the daughter they never had, so you don’t feel that guilty that you freeload off of them.

You look at your phone and realize that Friday is two days away and maybe you should give that person a call just because. Maybe he won’t answer and if he doesn’t then fate has spoken. Yeah, you will give him one chance and one chance only.

Throwing your backpack on your bed, you take out today’s books and replace them with tomorrow’s, but it’s only a couple since you have two lecture and one philosophy class that you decided to take just for fun. After making sure you’re prepared for tomorrow you head into the shower and grab your pajamas, which is just one of Tae’s shirts since their the perfect length of covering your ass, and big enough not to show your perky nipples.

After showering and washing up you holler goodnight to Tae and he does the same before you close your lights and wall asleep.

RRIIIINNNGGGG

The alarm blares in your eardrums and curses out as you hit the off button. Rolling out of bed and waddling over to the bathroom to wash your face and do your daily skin routine that takes about five minutes since it’s just toner, moisturizer, and sunscreen. QUite basic for people in Korea. You walk out the door and don’t bother to lock it because of the fingerprint lock.

You walk the one block to Starbucks and stand in line for your usual order.

“Good morning.” Hoseok flashes his sunshine smile.

“Ah,” you grunt out as you hand him your card.

“No, it’s on the man that you ran into yesterday.” Hoseok winks.

“Well then, I’ll pay for his order and tell him that I call it even.” I sigh.

“Someone has her panties in a twist.” Hoseok frowns.

“Well, you don’t have a sugar daddy making moves on you.” You deadpan.

“Well, that sugar daddy said to give you this.” He slides a receipt across the counter and on it reads a phone number and the sugar daddy’s name.

882- 576-8765

Call me, Min Yoongi

You give an amused smile and thank him for the drink before crumpling the receipt and tossing it into the trash can.

Little did you know that someone in the corner saw you throw away his number and his eyes glinted with an emotion he hasn’t felt in a while.

You walk to the lecture wall and set up as your little desk as you prepare for a two-hour lecture, fun.

After what seems like forever your phone vibrates and you see an unknown number pop up with a text.

Unknown id: Friday night I’ll pick you up at 8

Y/N: Buy me a dress, shoes, and clutch, what is the dress code?

Unknown id: Formal so wear makeup and don’t look like trash

Y/N: Wow thanks for the compliment :)

Unknown id: Don’t be late or else I’ll murder you in your sleep

Y/N: huh, I was right. You are a murder. Do I need to send my address or do you already know where I live?

Unknown id: I already know where you live since I followed you home once, but don’t worry I’ll sprinkle your ashes down a river if you want ;)

You smirk and save the number as Yoongi.

The day goes by and you flop onto the sofa as you soak in the peace and quiet since Taehyung is at his night class doodling the time away. You don’t particularly miss him because he’s always screaming into his headset playing Overwatch.

After a couple minutes of looking up at the ceiling, you sigh as you go and make yourself cereal for dinner. Pouting yourself a generous amount of Frosted Flakes the doorbell rings and you walk over unsure who it could be. You weren’t expecting a package of any sort and Taehyung has his fingerprints in the system. But as you turn the door handled it dawns on you that it was probably Yoongi sending over your outfit. You open the door and a guy who is a couple inches taller than you with a small smile hands you over a large white box tied with a blood red ribbon. You thank him with a smile and wonder if you can hook up with him instead of Yoongi.

Your phone buzzes in the back of your pocket and you see Yoongi flash on the screen.

Yoongi: Did you get your very expensive outfit that you had me buy for you

Y/N: I did not force you to buy it only strongly suggested and thank you I did get it. You really did stalk me and get my address

Yoongi: you think I was kidding?

Y/N: Yes because I didn’t think you were creepy

Yoongi: I was merely making sure that you weren't some criminal living in a dump. By the way, you seem pretty rich yourself.

Y/N: I suck off of my rich boyfriend Taetae and maybe I’ll cheat on him with that delivery boy you sent over.

Yoongi: well I may just have to kill him then along with your boyfriend

Y/N: So I’ll be going out with a serial killer??!!

Yoongi: Don’t worry it’ll be painless

Y/N: The date is tomorrow so I have one last day of freedom

Yoongi: Freedom?

Y/N: Of being single

Yoongi: What about your boyfriend taetae?

Y/N: I never said that it was a closed relationship ;)

Yoongi: hhhmmmm

You give a small smile and continue eating your cereal as you watch Grey’s Anatomy catching up on last week’s episode. You wish being a surgeon was that easy, but it’s not and that’s why you were drawn to it. A challenge that can be conquered.

Looking at the time you give up on waiting for Taehyung and head to bed.

RRRIIINNNGGGG

The familiar sound wakes you up and you head to the bathroom to wash up and head to class, this time choosing to ride with Taetae instead of taking the bus. Waiting at the door eating a granola bar you wait for him. He was always late somehow, don’t know how. After giving him an extra minute, you walk to his bedroom and knock on the door first, giving him that decency at least. After waiting a second you open the door and see bruises mar his face and dried blood from a split lip. He snores softly and you walk over to him quietly.

Taking in a breath you lift up his shirt and see fresh stitches. And curse under your breath. What the actual fuck? You don't disturb his slumber but go to your room and quickly write on a sticky note.

Took your car because you made me late by not telling me that you are basically dead. Will be home around 3ish after my lectures.

You run out of the apartment and unlock the Porsche pressing on the gas pedal accelerating from 0 to 100 in just a few seconds. Racing out of the apartment’s garage you head out onto the road and make it to university in record time.

As you get into the lecture hall and choose a seat in the middle you pop a stick of gum into your mouth. The burst of spearmint wakes you up and you sit at the desk looking at your phone to realize that Yoongi has spammed you.

Yoongi: Where are you

Yoongi: Y/N

Yoongi: Y/N answer me

Yoongi: Y/N I’m going to track you down and make you answer me

Y/N: I’m at school

Y/N: Do not follow me and how do you get this worked up at not seeing me get coffee?

Yoongi replies a second later

Yoongi: It just seemed out of character for you to skip your daily coffee, Hoseok said that it was like a grandma taking her daily meds.

You roll your eyes and begin texting back, but out of the blue Yoongi responds with another text.

Yoongi: How’s your boyfriend Taetae doing

You smirk at the slight tinge of jealousy laced in the words.

Y/N: Tae is doing fine why?

Yoongi: Just making sure the playing field is, even so, when I snatch you it will be fair

Y/N: LOL

You place your phone face down on the desk as the professor walks in and you bounce your leg as you wait for the minutes to tick by so you can see Taehyung quicker.

Halfway into the lecture, your phone makes a small noise and you quickly turn off the ringer and see tae texted you.

Tae: Why did you take my car :(

Y/N: it’s not like you need to go anywhere with how bad you’re bruised and don’t even get me started on how you could not TELL ME ABOUT THIS just be lucky that I  prioritize my education over you. Or else you would be DEAD! DEAD KIM TAEHYUNG

Tae: please show me mercy, I beg of you. I’m injured, you can’t kill me. That would be unfair.

Maybe you were thinking too much about things but you ask.

Y/N: Do you know anyone named Min Yoongi

Tae: yeah he’s super rich why

Y/N: if he’s super rich then why does he buy his own coffee and not his secretary?

Tae: Idk maybe he’s a high-end snob with a specific order that no one can get right

Y/N: KIM TAEHYUNG I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU SET THIS ALL UP

Tae: don’t u have a lecture u should be paying attention to

Y/N: fuck u this is not over

Tae: :p

You continue typing your notes as the teacher drones on and on. After what seems like forever you decide to skip your next two lectures which are optional but tell the professors you are sick and ask if they can email you a master copy of the notes. They agree and you drive home to kill Kim Taehyung.

You lock the car and take the elevator up, pressing your finger to the pad the door gives a soft click and you drop your backpack in your room and walk to Tae’s. The door is a ajared and you hear two voices, one being Tae’s obviously. Leaning against the wall you listen to the conversation.

“Why didn’t you just stay at the house?” A low male voice asks.

“Because if I stayed Y/N would think that something was up because it wouldn’t make sense for me to not come home after a night class,” Tae responds.

“You could have just texted her that you crashed at a friend’s place after a study session.” The man counters.

“Remember that Y/N has known me since I was in elementary school and she is my other half, so if I didn’t return home then it would scream that something was wrong,” Tae states a matter of factly

The man sighs, “She doesn’t know right?”

“No, she thinks you want to be her sugar daddy, but I mean it. If you hurt her in any way I don’t care about ranks or anything, I will kill you.” Tae states in a cold voice that you had never heard him use, ever.

“I know.”

You look through the crack and see the man come into your view. As the Min Yoongi opens the door and closes it behind him with a soft click, you put your finger up to your lips and grab his hand you drag him into your room, locking the door behind you.

Yoongi’s eyes widen and you lean against the door.

“What happened to Taehyung last night and what do you do for a living?” You deadpan.

“Do you promise to listen until the end?” He asks slowly.

You give a nod and he lets out a breath before sitting at the foot of your bed.

“That cute delivery guy is park Jimin and he’s our messenger of sorts. Taehyung had a mission to infiltrate a gang and do so by any means, things got out of hand he had to call for backup. He got captured for a couple of hours and got interrogated, but didn’t give the, anything valuable just plant seeds of discord amongst rival gangs. My real name is Min Yoongi which is true, but I’ve known about you since the first day of high school when Taehyung told us about you. I’m the CEO of Min Corporations which is a software system and I make billions, but I’m also a part of a gang called BTS. I’m not the leader, but I’m in charge of the all the technical aspects such as changing the security cameras, hacking into computers and those type of things.”

He looks up at you, anxiety filling his eyes and fear.

“Let me see your gun?” You push off of the door and walk over to him.

He does so and hands you the weapon with the safety on. You take the gun from him and the barrel warm from his body. As your hands slide over the material you turn the safety off and cock the gun. You aim the gun at the door and on cue Taehyung flings the door open, how he picked the lock within milliseconds only confirms your theory. Yoongi stills beside you and Tae freezes at the barrel pointed square on his heart.

His eyes widen with fear and you smirk as you turn the safety on and hand the gun back to Yoongi.

“I’m going to leave now, but are we still on tonight?” He asks in an unsure voice.

“Yeah, but should I bring my own Glock or will this dinner be peaceful?” You quirk an eyebrow.

A small playful smile graces his features as he says,”Bring your own just in case, you never know when danger can come.” He winks before closing the door.

“You will not need to bring a gun on your date because Yoongi is not taking you anywhere dangerous and if he does I will gut him in front of you,” Tae says through clenched teeth.

You bat your eyelashes at him and ask, “Do you not think I can carry my own gun?”

“From the way you were aiming at my heart, I would say that you know how to use one from experience which both worries and excites me.”

You stand up from your bed head to walk out of your room before saying, “Order pizza and then I might just tell you my secrets as you tell me yours.” You give him a pointed look.

He nods and follow out to the living room couch. As you plop down Taehyung asks, “Heads or tails?”

“Heads.”

He flips the coin and it lands on tails. Heaving a sigh you look at Tae and for a second you wish that he could be your boyfriend so you can distract him with a kiss.

“I love you,” you blurt out again.

“Nice try,” he glares at you.

You lean over and go to kiss his lips but he sticks his hand in your face and pushes you back. He laughs as you groan. Why must you be unlucky?

“Spill the details,” he says in a serious voice.

You roll your eyes and lean onto his shoulder for warmth, knowing that some part of you is going to go numb at reliving your past.

“I was an orphan as you know and somehow I managed to scheme my way into that high end elementary school so I can start my life outright. Did you ever wonder how an orphan can go to a private school that cost more than a car? How a girl with no money managed to be at the top of her class and pay for all the textbook and eat the school lunch while also owning enough uniforms to not look like a slob?” You look up at him waiting for him to respond.

He nods for you to go on and you nestle deeper into your position.

“I was an orphan, but I had an older sister who whored herself for us. She fell in love with EXO’s Baekhyun who took care of my schooling. I always went to your house for play dates and study sessions, you never came to mine. My sister loved me, she really did, but Baekhyun didn’t love her the same way. He dumped her and gave her enough money to keep her contempt. She took care of me for six years, so it was time that I returned back the favor. In middle school I would always say I was too busy studying at the library when really I was worming my way into EXO and learning how to hack from Sehun. They didn’t know of course because I watched from the vent. I also got payback on Baekhyun, till this day he’s still afraid of bunnies. He sleeps in fear every night,” you give a hollow laugh at the memory of him writhing in pain from that time his chest turned into nothing but shredded flesh.

 “Back to the story. At first I transferred one thousand into our bank accounts taking one dollar from a thousand bank accounts. As time drew on and my sister needed to go to college I began taking money from other gangs, it was already dirty money so why not get it dirtier? She was able to go to any college she wanted and now she’s a kindergarten teacher dating a wonderful CEO of some stock market company. She sends me money for school and instead of using it I’ve been saving it to buy myself a house and car along with money to get by in case I need to run away. All those sleepovers we’ve had well, while you were sleeping safe and sound, I was out in the night sneaking into stores shoplifting, getting jewelry to pawn, or sneaking into banks to crack open safes. Along the way I made a few enemies, and that was when I taught myself how to shoot. At first I practiced in abandoned building and then I went into gun ranges overnight to work on my shooting at night. I used a flashlight for some guidance, then I trained my vision to guess and then I bought night vision goggles, well stole them.”

“I’ve been in this world from the day I was born after finding out that my mother was a whore who overdosed and my father is now dead after I killed him. He was a pimp who worked under a rather dirty gang that has now been dealt with. I guess the only thing that I need to tell you is that I knew who you were from day one. I have dirt on all the gangs in this district and I still keep up with it from time to time. But it’s been awhile since I checked on my tabs, so it was quite a surprise that you were in a gang. Although I never took you for a gang member.”

As he opens his mouth to talk the doorbell rings and Tae jumps over the couch to get the pizza as you go to the fridge to get two cokes. After settling back in and sitting cross-legged, eating pizza, and looking at each other Taehyung begins his story.

“I was born rich obviously, but when I was in preschool I got bullied, the kids were jealous and I would come home with bruises under my shirts. One day a kid saw me being cornered and scared the bullies off. Jimin, the delivery boy who you thought was cute, Park Jimin. He saved me. His parents are rich, but they’re rich because his father has another company that takes place underground and deal with things that should not be said. Everyone knew not to mess with Jimin or else their parents would suffer along with them. We became friends and he’s close but not as close as you are with me. You may be equal though once you start dating Yoongi and I’m left alone though,” I look up and he’s wiggling his eyebrows at you. You just roll your eyes and take a bite of your slice.

“Anyway, Jimin told me that he was going to join BTS when he got in elementary school so he can be powerful and stop bullies, so I wanted to join too and protect a kid like Jimin did for me. So I did the initiation which was just getting back to the base from any given location and they prepared us for that. I haven’t killed a person if that’s what you’re wondering. We don’t kill by the way, well out of self-defense, if we’re under fire then we don’t pay attention to the life, just making sure that we come out alive. But back to my story. I knew something was fishy with you from the moment you walked in elementary school darting your eyes all over the place like there were cameras everywhere. One day I found you hacking into the principal’s computer and change your grades to all As and then gave us that teacher workday. You were in kindergarten how did you learn how to do that? I began following you and at one point I did have a crush on you and kissed you in your sleep one night at a sleepover, but when I didn’t feel the tingles I thought I would, I decided it would be better to be your older brother, so there are no romantic feelings between us. By the time it was high school and we already knew each other I began getting another crush, this time it became an obsession sort of because I wanted to know what you did that made you so hot and sexy, it turned me on to be honest.”

“Oh shut up, you were just curious,” you laugh playfully hitting his chest.

“Well I was curious and not knowing what you did make me hard and I wanted to know more so I dug deeper and found more about your past. I didn’t know anything about your parents because you erased them, but read about your sister with EXO and that all Yoongi could dig up for me. I decided to invite to a sleepover even when we were high schoolers, you still said yes. Well, I did bribe you with homemade cookies and pizza, but still, you came. I made a little sensor go off when my window was opened. After the shrill ringing in my ears went off, I quickly woke up and followed you. For the whole night I saw you win car races, sneak into jewelry stores, still designer clothes, and pickpocket quite the number of wallets. I was amazed and yet I wanted to protect you, why did you have to do this why did I see you give a wicked grin before hooking up with a complete stranger. I told Yoongi about it because at the time he seemed like he would understand you since you did hack a lot and I thought he could see where you were coming from since he grew up with a rough past also. So I asked him to watch out for you and one day he found your sister and went to talk to her. That day you were stressing about finals taking the preMCATS, so I didn’t want to say anything. Months went by and you didn’t come home with bruises or with split knuckles. I decided to not go any further and here we are now here we are 14 years of friendship and counting.” He raises his bottle of coke to toast.

“What’s Min Yoongi like?” You ask after a couple minutes of silence, both of you processing one another’s hidden life.

“I trust him with my life and with yours. I think you two would be a fit and I’m not pressuring you or anything, but you’ll always have a family with BTS.” he says quietly.

“I know, that day you followed me, it was sort of obvious because you were acting weird the next day and I saw a kid that looked strangely like you and from the way you were shrinking back in the shadows at the car race, I knew it was you. You were such a dweeb.” You laugh looking at his face.

He flicks your nose and you turn the tv on to a rerun of Friends. As the episode ends you check your phone and a reminder pops up for your date at 8. The time reads 7:30. He’s picking you up at 8. Shit! You only have time to take a quick shower and put on BB cream. After missing up your light makeup you undo your hair and quickly blow dry it. As you deem your hair somewhat decent you slip on the shoes, shove your daggers, phone, and a wad of fake hundreds just for fun. You look at your phone and see that you have a minute to spare. Smiling to yourself you walk to the front door slipping on the pumps that are awfully tall and open the door to see a wide-eyed Yoongi.

You put your hand on his chest and gently push him away as you call over your shoulder, “I’ll be back tomorrow hungover probably so don’t wait up for me.” You flash Tae a wicked grin and close the door before he can retort.

“Wow, you look pretty nice for someone who got ready in just thirty minutes.” Yoongi remarks as you wait in the elevator.

“Taehyung texted you?” You roll your head at him.

“Yeah, he told me to be late since you two were busy having a pow wow moment, so I was planning on giving you an extra second.” he smiles sarcastically at me.

“So where are we going?” You ask as the both of you step into the garage and he walks you over to his red Ferrari 488 GTB. Show off much.

He opens the door for you and you smile as you slide into the low seat. After he turns the car on with his fingerprint he asks, “Wanna go gambling?” He pulls out a wad of cash from the inside pocket of his suit.

“Why I thought you would never ask?” you match his devilish grin as you pull out your wad of Benjamins.

His grin widens into a smile as he asks, “Are those fake?” he raises a brow.

You gasp and place a hand to your heart and ask, “How could you know me so well?” You smile at him.

“What’s the bet then?” A playful glint shines in his eyes.

“I say we last thirty minutes before they throw us out.”

“I say twenty-five if we start winning too much. Do you know how to count cards?”

“I only know a little bit, but I can easily make a million throughout the casino. How about we make a deal?” You propose.

“And what deal would that be?”

“The one who can get away with the most money real or fake within thirty minutes. Do you know how to count cards?” You turn to look at him.

“No, but I know when to add and when to stop, so I would say that I’m more logical and luck.”

“Well I’ll give you a head start with letting you get one thousand more than me, think of it as leveling the playing field.” You flash him one of your wicked grins that made prisoners quiver in their chairs.

“A gentleman’s deal and no pickpocketing.” He sticks his hand out to shake.

“Fine, I guess I’ll just keep that money for myself.” You sigh looking out at the window as the buildings pass by you.

“What does the winner get?”

“The loser pays for the next date.” you look at him.

“Why would that be losing? Because I plan to rent out an entire amusement park and it’s been awhile since something was at stake for me, so why not?” You pull out one of your sparkling daggers and you hear Yoongi take in a breath.

The blade reflects the city’s lights off of its blade and the curved edge glides easily across your palm, not drawing blood, but the motion of using it makes your blood sing. It’s been a couple of months since you lasted used them for a mission of sorts, but tonight might be a night that will make your blood boil with excitement.

“Have you ever killed a person?” He asks in the silence.

“Besides my dad yes. The enjoyment of having all the power and making those big buff men scream in pain makes me sleep soundly every night. I do not kill unless the person deserves it. I only make those you raise their hands on a woman or gamble their daughter’s college savings away suffer. I make sure karma comes back to them. Whether it be them losing a finger or their family is entirely up to them.” You answer him in a bleak voice, letting him gauge whether or not he can handle your storm.

“So you’re a vigilante on your nights off of being a med student?” he muses.

“Occasionally, but I’m also a hired assassin when I need some quick cash,” you shrug.

He gives a bark of laughter and quickly looks at you fondling your beloved dagger.

“Who gave you those?” he asks.

“I stole them from a rival assassin who I lost my virginity to.” You say nonchalantly.

“Wow, you have quite the life.” he jokes.

“How much do you know,” you ask quietly.

“That you were safe and never in danger I never dug deep it felt too invasive, so I just made sure you had no police record and any stray cameras that caught you on their feed disappeared or turned elsewhere.” He says with equal quietness.

“Thank you,” you give him a small smile as you hold his hand.

“You know that if things do go array tonight call Taehyung, Jungkook, Jimin, Jin, J-hope, or Namjoon. Their numbers are already saved in your phone.” His voice leaves no room for questions.

“I can handle myself if you haven’t already noticed,” you smirk at him, giving his hand a little squeeze.

“Is that what this tough girl act is?” he raises a brow at me.

“That plus to see if I can scare any dates off. If they can’t handle the little things then what would happen if I came home covered in blood and he needed to stitch up my bullet wound?” His hands tighten around yours and you roll your eyes at his inner protectiveness come out. Ah, men and their primal instincts.

After a couple of minutes, the car slows down and you look at each other.

“May the best scammer win and the loser suffer,” you smirk at him before opening the car door and glide into the casino looking like a single woman looking for a good time.