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pucksnsticksnhockeyboys · 4 years

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let’s fall in love for the night

prompt: Let’s Fall In Love For The Night by FINNEAS

summary: you can't seem to stay away from Joel, no matter how bad you want more than what he’s willing to give you.

warnings: a bit of steaminess, mentions of sex and drinking, swearing

word count: 3.5k

Let's fall in love for the night And forget in the mornin'

You knew it was a dangerous game you were playing, toeing the line between friends with benefits and something more. You thought you weren’t ready for the more after your last relationship, but with Joel, the benefits were just too good to pass up.

So, you found yourself waiting for the standard ‘you up?’ text from Joel, the one that you knew would be coming shortly. Carolina had finished their home game a few hours earlier, and you knew Joel wanted to go out to celebrate with the boys. You weren't surprised when the text came just after midnight, but you did feel like kicking yourself a bit for being so willing to jump at the chance to see him.

He was waiting at the door by the time you arrived at his apartment, and you knew this because your fist barely had time to connect with the wooden door to knock before it swung open and he stood before you.

No matter how many times you saw him, his blinding smile always seemed to make your breath catch in your throat. A lazy smirk found home on his face as he towered over you, one arm wrapping around your waist to tug you close to him and the other shut the door as soon as you were far enough in the apartment. You could smell the alcohol on him, his lips dangerously close to your face. His hands fell heavy on your hips, crowding you close to the door.

“You aren’t even going to say hi?” You said quietly, trying to regain some of your composure, to act like he didn’t have such an effect on you as he did. His smug grin softened a bit, and that somehow made your stomach twist even more.

“Hi.” He cheekily said, as if he didn't have you pinned to his front door, the length of his body pressed against yours. You let out a breathy laugh, locking your hands together on the base of his neck behind his head.

Your simple positional movement seemed to remind him of why you were in his apartment, because he closed the small gap between you and caught your lips in a searing kiss. He wasted no time in deepening it, letting you know just what he wanted from you. And you were more than willing to give to him.

“God, you’re amazing.” Joel muttered against your lips, pulling you up to wrap your legs around his waist so he could carry you to his room.

And with praises like that spilling past his lips, you had a hard time remembering that by morning light you’d go back to being just another one of his friends.

Play me a song that you like You can bet I'll know every line

“You’re such a dork.” You teased, tossing a piece of popcorn from the bowl resting in your lap at the man sitting on the opposite side of the couch. Joel had invited you over for a movie night, and though you expected it to devolve to something along the lines of Netflix and chill than a friendly hang out, you enjoyed the quiet company. You sat with your back against the armrest, legs spread down the couch. Joel had pulled your legs across his lap, large hands resting on your shins.

“You love it.” Joel teased, completely ignoring the movie and instead staring straight at you. Ignoring the way your heart flipped in your chest, you simply shook your head and turned your gaze away from him. It was becoming harder and harder for you to tell yourself that things were just strictly platonic—with the occasional booty call, but still.

“You wish, Edmundson.” You teased, deciding that it was the easy way out. Joel didn’t respond right away, just squeezed your legs where they rested across his lap. You could feel his gaze on your face, but kept looking ahead at the television, even if you weren't actually paying attention to the movie.

“Can we dance? Let’s dance.” Joel stated, gently moving your legs off of his lap so he could stand. You shot him a confused look, but nonetheless took his extended hand and let him pull you to your feet. He used more forced than necessary, sending you flying into his chest so he hold you there. From the self-satisfied grin on his face, you could tell he did it on purpose. “C’mon, you can pick the song.”

And there really was no way you could say no that, especially when he was looking at you like you were the reason the sun rose in the morning. You nodded, and he cheered, moving through his apartment to set up the bluetooth speaker, mutter that if this was happening, ‘it was happening the right way’ and though you weren’t sure what he meant by that, you simply chuckled and paused the movie.

“A promise is a promise.” Joel joked, handing you his phone to pull up a song. You immediately went to Spotify, searching up the song that’s been stuck in your head for the past few days. You were slightly surprised to see that it was already downloaded, meaning that he listened to the song too. It was a fairly unknown song, and it honestly didn't even seem like on Joel would like. “Oh, that’s a good one.”

You grinned at this, pressing play on the upbeat song and immediately it started playing through the speakers in the apartment. Joel slipped his phone from your hands, locking it and tossing it onto the couch without ever taking his eyes off of you. His hands wrapped around yours, using them to spin you around and pull you into his chest, pressing kisses to your lips every once in a while that had your mind going fuzzy.

And as the two of you danced like idiots in love, you had a hard time remembering that by morning light you’d go back to being just another one of his friends.

I'm the boy that your boy hoped that you would avoid Don't waste your eyes on jealous guys, fuck that noise I know better than to call you mine

“Are you fucking kidding me.” The sentence fell past your lips without permission, and it certainly wasn't a question. You just couldn't seem to shake the jerk that walked into the bar, the one you blamed for launching you into the back and forth game you played with Joel.

The tall brunette sitting next you had been in conversation with his teammate Ryan Dzingel, who sat opposite him in the booth at the hole-in-the wall bar a group of you were in, when he heard your exclamation. Both boys stopped talking, following your gaze to the bar counter where your ex stood, a new girl tucked under his arm.

“Is that—” Ryan started, but Joel cut him off before he could finish, the arm he had wrapped around your waist tightening.

“Yeah, it is.” He confirmed, and you couldn't tear your gaze from him. Really, you couldn’t remember what exactly his appeal had been. He controlled what you wore, who you hung out, and was generally a possessive asshole.

When he need things with you, you had sworn off relationships. Joel had been your shoulder to cry on, and one thing led to another and suddenly you’re in a friends with benefits dynamic that was slowly driving you insane.

“What do you think he’s going to do when he sees we’re here together?” There was a hint of smugness in Joel’s voice, one that you couldn't help but roll your eyes at. Throughout the entirety of your relationship with your ex, he had told you he didn't want you hanging out with Joel, because according to him, the hockey player had a thing for you. Nothing had happened between you and Joel, while you were dating, at least.

You knew he would hate it if he found out he actually drove you into Joel’s arms—and bed.

“I really don’t care.” You huffed. You were done letting him dictate your life, and couldn’t care less if his feelings got hurt because you were out with someone he had been jealous.

“That’s right. Fuck him.” Joel tipped the remains of his drink back and downed the rest of it, causing you to shoot Ryan a look. He was just as confused as you were about Joel’s odd behavior. Usually, the tall brunette could keep a cool head, but seemingly the sight of your ex had him on edge. “You’re too good for him, anyways.”

Joel slide out of the booth, tugging you with him and towards the bar to presumably get a refill.

“Let’s go show him what he’s missing out on.”

And as he kept his hand entwined with yours for the rest of the night, you had a hard time remembering that by morning light you’d go back to being just another one of his friends.

You need a pick-me-up? I'll be there in twenty-five I like to push my luck So take my hand, let's take a drive I've been livin' in the future Hopin' I might see you sooner I want you ridin' shotgun I knew when I got one right

There was no good way to put it other than you day just simply sucked. From the moment you woke up—late, considering your alarm didn’t go off—to messing up some important paperwork at work.

The cherry on top had been when you burnt the dinner you had been cooking, ending up with you close to tears caused from stress, curled up on the couch. Your thumb hovered over his contact, unsure whether or not to call. Sucking in a breath to steady your nerves, you dialed his number.

“Hello?” He answered on the second ring, and just hearing his voice calmed you down. When you didn't respond right away, he called you name, and you heard him shifting through the line. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine.” You hurried to assure him, but he caught on to the tightness of your voice. It was one of the rare times you hated how well he knew you.

“No, you’re not.” He said with a light chuckle, though there was a hint of worry in his own tone. In the background, you heard what suspiciously sounded like keys jingling. “I’ll be there soon, we can go for a drive.”

And he didn't sound like he was asking, not that you would have turned him down. He hung up shortly after you agreed, and you were left sitting on your couch wondering just when your hookups turned to comforting each other after hard days. You and Joel had been friends before adding benefits to your relationship, but never had you called him late at night to try and find some calmness in a stressful day.

True to his word, it wasn't long before he texted you saying he was out front, and to meet him. When you exited your apartment building, he was leaning against the side of his car, waiting for you. The moment his gaze settled on you, he opened his arms wide and you wasted no time in pressing into his chest.

He just smiled softly at you as he opened the passenger door for you after you pulled away. He gave you control of the music, and as he drove through the night a comfortable silence fell over the two of you.

“Where are we going?” You asked after a moment, keeping your voice quiet as you were afraid to break the bubble that had formed between the two of you in the car.

“I dunno.” Joel shrugged, stopping at a red light. He turned in his seat to look over at you, and suddenly it felt like you were the only two people in the whole city. He reached across the center console, cupping your jaw softly and tracing the curve of your lip with his thumb. Your breath caught in your throat at the tenderness of the action. Joel had kissed you hundreds of times before, but somehow deep in your gut you knew that if pressed his lips to yours the dynamic of your relationship would change, especially with the way he was looking at you.

All too soon the light turned green again and he dropped your face. But instead of retuning his hand to the steering wheel where it had been previously placed, he brushed down your arm to thread his fingers with yours.

“Let’s just get away for a while.”

And really, there was no way you could say to that.

Let's fall in love for the night And forget in the mornin'

Ever since the night where Joel had picked you up and just driven you around for an hour, the two of you had become closer. Now, not every text he sent you was an invitation to come over and hookup. Sometimes he wanted to talk on the phone to unwind from a stressful day or a bad game, and sometimes he wanted you to come over, but only simply because he liked having someone next to him as he fell asleep.

Tonight was like the latter. He had asked you during your lunch break if you wanted to spend the night, and it didn't take much convincing for you to agree. It scared you, a little bit, just how easy it was for him to make you want a relationship. You had been the one, after all, you decided the whole ‘no labels’ thing when you started hooking up. And now that you were ready for something more, you were scared he’d leave you. He didn't sign up for a relationship, but it felt like you were blurring the lines between friends with benefits and just what you had been trying to avoid in the first place.

But then he opened the apartment door, looking so comfortable in a pair of grey sweats and your favorite hoodie of his, and all thoughts left your mind. You couldn't focus on anything besides how devastatingly handsome he looked smiling widely at you.

He was going to be the death of you.

I love it when you talk that nerdy shit We're in our twenties talking thirties shit We're making money but we're saving it 'Cause talking shit is cheap and we talk a lot of it

Sometimes it was really hard to tell yourself that Joel saw you as nothing more than a casual hookup, one that was a built in friend when the morning light peaked through the window.

Like right now, when you’re curled up against his bare chest, skin on skin and his fingers threaded in your hair, scratching at your scalp absentmindedly. You were so content, and the thought of ever having to get up made you curl into him tighter.

“Do you ever think about the future?” Joel questioned, breaking the stillness of the room. Your heart momentarily skipped a beat in your chest, wondering just where this line of thinking came from.

“I mean, yeah? Why?” You were treading lightly, hoping the maybe this was going in the direction you wanted it to. That maybe he would offer taking your relationship to the next level. Instead, you felt him shrug under your touch.

“Just, my mom said something to me the other day about settling down.” He contemplated, and you worried that maybe he could feel your heart pounding against your chest from where it was pressed against him.

“Yeah?”

“But I don't know if I’m ready to do that yet.” You tried not to get your hopes up, you really did, you would could feel yourself physically deflate as you took in his words.

“Oh. Yeah, me too.” You found yourself saying. Because really, how were you supposed to tell the guy you’re pretty sure you’re falling for that you saw your future with him? No matter how uncertain your relationship with him seemed to be, ten years down the rode you couldn't imagine spending your days with anyone other than Joel.

So for now, you would settle for nights like this, storing the memory for another day when you needed to smile.

You won't stay with me, I know But you can have your way with me 'til you go And if all your kisses turn into bruises, I'm a warnin'

You tried to take your mind off of it, really. How in the morning, Joel would slip out of bed before you and head off to his apartment. Sometimes after you and him hooked up, he’d stay, and he’d been staying more and more often in the recent weeks.

But he had an early flight. A week-long road trip on the west coast, starting with the LA Kings. You were glad he was leaving, hoping that maybe the break from him would give you time to get over Joel.

But now, you weren’t focused on getting over him. In fact it was quite the opposite, you were straddling his lap, trying to get him as close to you as possible. Your hands were threaded in his hair, desperately trying to get a grip. His large hands were splayed across your back, pulling you impossibly closer as you arched into him.

It was obscene, how easy it was for him to have you ready to go for him. He had barely touched you, but the idea of stopping was seemingly the worse thought in the world at the moment.

“Always so good for me, baby.” He breathed in the short time it took for him to move his lips to your neck and it had you tilting your head back to give him more access.

“How do you want me?” You all but moaned as he sucked marks into the skin of your neck. At your words, he felt you groan against you, the vibrations rattling through your whole body.

“What’d I do to deserve this?” He muttered, his hands securing themselves under your thighs as he stood to carry you back to your bedroom. You simply shrugged, not sure how to explain that this very well may be the last night you spent together. Maybe you were fighting a losing battle by trying to get over him, but you at least had to try. For your own sanity, you had to try to make this the last time you saw him.

“Consider it a going away present.”

I know better than to ever call you mine

Joel had been gone a few days, and in that short amount of time you had tried to limit contact with him. You didn't really know how big a role he played in your life, until you found yourself closing out of the messages app when you wanted to send him an update about how your day went.

Of course, you couldn’t shake him that easily. It was late at night, late for you at least. From the time zone he was in, it probably was a reasonable hour when he called you.

At first, you had let it go to voicemail. You hadn't been sleeping, but you knew you really wouldn't be able to go to bed if you talked to him. But then he texted you, asking you to call him and that’s when your resolve broke. You knew nothing was probably wrong, and he was probably just bored, but that didn't stop the way your heart raced as you dialed his number. He picked up on the first ring, telling you he had been waiting for you.

“Hey, what's up?” He spoke into the phone, a lightness to his voice that had you rolling onto your back and smiling like a fool in the dark.

“Joel, you called me.” You reminded him, and there was a breathy chuckle on the other side of the line that you missed hearing. It had only been a few days since you had seen him last and you already missed his laugh. “It’s late, here.”

“Sorry, just wanted to talk to you.”

And there it was. He said things like this and kissed you the way he did, but told you that he didn't want labels. He didn't want the one thing you had been yearning for as of late. But no matter how many times you told yourself that you were done—you knew you’d always come back to him. No amount of distance between you and him could be enough to change how you felt. You just couldn’t give him up.

“I miss you.” Joel sighed, the sound so lonely it made your chest seize. You pulled the comforter up to your chin, snuggling deeper into the bed and pretending that he was with you. That the sound of his even breathing coming through the line was really coming from the pillow next to you.

You wanted him, selfishly, you wanted all of him. But if you had to, you would take only the parts of him that he was willing to give to you.

“I miss you, too.”

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scripts4dreamers · 5 years

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Thin line pt. 1

Summary: Three years is a long time to be away, but Alex Summers is finally home and all he wants to do is spend time with the person he missed most, the person he wishes he’d never left, you. The only problem is, he’s pretty sure you hate him now. Characters: Alex Summers, Erik Lehnsherr, Charles Xavier, Hank McCoy, Sean Cassidy (In later chapters), Calvin Rankin aka “mimic”, Raven Darkholme Pairings: Raven x Hank, Charles x Erik, Alex Summers x reader, Calvin Rankin x reader. Spoilers: bits and pieces from First Class, completely canon divergent though Warnings: Swearing, mentions of anxiety, death and war (in later chapters)

Author’s note: I needed to write for Alex again, I just absolutely love this character. I’m planning on this being a series so this first chapter is really just meant to be an intro into the situation. For this story the reader’s powers are two fold, she has biokinesis so she can heal and control the human body, her own and others, plus she can create forcefields that absorb power and protect whoever is behind the field from harm. Her X-men name is Guardian and the empathy link will be explained in later chapters!

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Gravel crunched under the wheels of Alex’s car as he turned into the driveway, so familiar and yet so alien all at once. The mansion loomed before him, every bit as grand and menacing as he remembered, and he felt his heart jump into his throat. It felt different, being back, being so close after so long. Instinctively, Alex pulled up outside the front door, parking his car where he always had without so much as a second thought. It was only once the quiet rumble of the engine faded out and there was no sound besides the pounding of his heart that he stopped to really think about what he was doing.

Three years. Three years of forcing himself to stay away, forcing himself to keep moving, looking forward, never back. Five years of lonely nights and sharp, stabbing pangs of homesickness. Three years without you and now...what? He gripped the steering wheel tight, suddenly hit by the urge to just pull away and head back out onto the road as fast as he could. Five years. He didn’t even know, for sure, that you were still here, a voice in his head whispered. Maybe you’d left, maybe he’d walk in to find an empty house with a note saying you’d all left for Canada. Alex touched his sternum gently, at the point where he could still feel your energy. You were calm, he sensed, and safe, and closer than you’d been in years. The thought alone made Alex ache with something a lot like longing. Oh yeah, you were still here, the question was, would he really be able to face you again after so long? How could he explain his absence? How could he possibly justify leaving the way he did?

The whiskey burned its way down Alex’s throat like a lick of flame, the closest thing to fire he’d felt in years, and he relished it. As he slammed his empty cup down the bartender moved to refill it, well accustomed to Alex’s preferences. The bar itself was dark and a little out of the way, but it was cheap and warm, and you insisted they played the best music in town, which is why you’d dragged him and the others here in the first place. As an added bonus, the bartender was famous for not checking IDs, so the fact that no one in your little party except Hank and Raven were technically old enough for the drinks you’d been ordering had never been an issue.

That night it was emptier than usual, with just the familiar members of Charles Xavier’s little crew and a few older locals sitting at the bar, discussing the state of America today. You’d pulled Raven onto the open space near the jukebox that served as a dance floor a while ago and Alex watched, mesmerised, as you laughed and twirled Raven around to the beat of some song he’d never heard of but knew you loved. In that special place near his heart, where he could feel the gentle ebb and flow of your emotions, he registered that you were drunk. He wasn’t, not yet, but just the feeling of your intoxication pounding through his chest was enough to make his head spin.

Nights like this were especially hard for him. Whatever bond you had seemed to increase in strength when your inhibitions were down, bombarding Alex with a veritable sea of feelings and experiences, most of which weren’t entirely his own. He knew you felt the same way, that right now you would be able to feel the whiskey sliding into his bloodstream and the residual sting of the day’s failures still occupying his mind. It wasn’t a one way line, you always reminded him, you were just as much a part of it as he was, but that night Alex felt...different. He felt like a raw nerve, exposed and vulnerable with nothing protecting him from the rush of unchecked emotions in his own mind, let alone yours. That night, your emotions weren’t the problem, his were. Hence, the whiskey.

With enough of it, he’d be able to drown it all out for a while, all the thoughts and feelings and regrets that kept swirling around in his brain, until nothing existed except you and him. You caught his eye from across the room, responding to the spike in sadness you must have felt by tilting your head to the side and shrugging slightly. Alex gave you a reassuring smile and shrugged back. He could tell that you were hesitant to let it go and that part of you was contemplating calling it a night for his sake, but he shook his head and raised his glass to you, mouthing ‘I’m fine’ and tried to back it up with a more believable grin. You pressed your lips together but nodded once and turned back to Raven and Hank, who had joined the dance party while you’d been looking back at him. You’d caught the attention of a group of local boys, Alex noticed. They were standing at the bar, looking over at you, just like he was, and whispering amongst themselves. From where he was sitting, Alex could hear two of the boys egging the third on, daring him to go over and talk to you or ask you to dance. He sighed and downed his drink, feeling a grim sort of pleasure at the way it scorched the back of his throat. In moments like these, Alex was endlessly grateful that you couldn’t actually read his mind. The last thing he wanted was to have to explain why being here, watching other boys stare at you hurt so badly, why he wanted to wrap you up and take you somewhere far away, where no one but him could see and touch and feel you.

Out of the corner of his eye, Alex saw the boy tap your shoulder nervously, and he had to look away before you even turned around. There were a lot of things Alex could stand seeing, but you dancing with a boy that wasn’t him...yeah,

that just wasn’t one of them. He had no right to be so possessive, of course, you weren’t his girlfriend or anything, he thought bitterly. Nope, just a girl he’d known for a few years now, who he had a weird empathy link to and who he’d been hopelessly pining over ever since he’d met. Just the closest thing to a family he’d ever actually had. Not his place to be upset, not his place to be jealous. Alex downed another glass of whiskey, definitely most of the way to drunk now, and wondered absentmindedly what would happen if he just got completely shitfaced and decided to make a massive scene. Maybe then you’d have to help him up and take him home, and that little local boy would have to take his dirty paws off you and never ever put them back. The thought alone made Alex smile, even if he knew he’d never actually do it.

“Bartender, another one of these please,” Alex said, committing himself to a long night of drinking alone.

After two more glasses of whiskey, time stopped making any sense and, before Alex knew it, he was back in the car, laughing at something he couldn’t remember as Erik lifted them back to the mansion. The night was mostly a blur with only a few really memorable moments, like twirling you around on the dancefloor and singing along to the music at the top of his lungs. Hank’s arms snaked around his shoulders at one point, at another, he’d lifted Raven high into the air and brought her back down, screeching with laughter. He remembered the local boy sulking as you hugged Alex, and then the red hot hand of fury gripping Alex’s stomach as the boy leaned in to try and kiss you some time later. Alex smirked to himself as he remembered that. You’d turned your face away and left the boy to dumbly press his lips to your cheek instead, classic.

Now, with the hum of the engine filling up the surrounding space and the cool night air pumping through an open window, Alex could feel himself sobering up, bit by bit. You were pressed against his side, your head bumping up and down against his shoulder as the car moved. The moonlight caught your face beautifully, reflecting off the shine in your hair so well that, to Alex, it almost seemed like you were glowing. Your smile made something in his stomach twist and he had to force himself to look away before you could catch him staring.

“You looked like you were having fun though,” he heard Raven say teasingly, joining in on her conversation with you, “that local boy-what was his name?”

“Who, Ryan? Pfffft.” you responded, rolling your eyes, “Oh please, as if.”

Alex nodded along, not trusting himself to speak but still endlessly happy with the way this conversation was going.

“Why not, he was cute.” Hank agreed.

“He was boring,” you corrected, “and he smelled really bad.” You stretched and sat up, making Alex frown at the loss of contact, “Plus, what kind of loser would I be having my first kiss in some dingy bar?”

“First kiss?” Raven repeated incredulously. Still silent but suddenly far more awake than he had been a moment ago, Alex couldn’t help but be intrigued, leaning in to follow the conversation better, ��Did you say first kiss?”

In the half light, Alex could have sworn that he saw you look over at him for a moment and blush.

“Yeah, so what?” you eventually said, trying your hardest to sound nonchalant, “It’s not like I had a bunch of opportunity for kissing at the group home or anything, they kept me locked up most of the time.”

“Yeah but, you’re so hot.” Raven replied, trying to act like the mood in the car hadn’t taken a definite turn, “So I just thought…” She trailed off into silence.

You leant back into your seat and stared down at the brand new pair of boots you’d bought just for that night and Alex felt his stomach twist. Alex could feel your embarrassment like a knife in the heart. He wanted to do something, to say something to make it better.

He cleared his throat, “Well, you’re not missing much,” he finally said, “my first kiss was with my best friend’s seventeen year old sister back when I was in the eighth grade. I thought she was trying to swallow me whole.”

You laughed. So did Hank and Raven. Alex was even sure he saw Erik crack a smile, but none of that really mattered. What mattered was that you laughed, and you looked at him with a smile and bumped his shoulder with yours in that comfortable way that meant thank you and, for a moment, everything was exactly the way it should be in the world.

“We should probably talk about how fucked up it is for a seventeen year old to hook up with a fourteen year old though,” You teased.

“Oh yeah, that’s all kinds of gross,” Hank agreed.

“Why’d you even agree to do that?” Raven asked.

“Hey! I was being nice here, why am I suddenly being interrogated?”

The conversation soon turned to other topics and you leaned back against Alex, resting your head comfortably on his shoulder. He could feel that you were still a little pensive, like something was sticking in your mind but, as usual, he couldn’t tell what exactly.

“Hey,” he whispered, soft enough for only you to hear, “seriously, don’t worry about it. No one thinks any less of you.”

You hummed noncommittally and worried at your bottom lip before responding, “I know. I just can’t help but feel like I’m missing out. Maybe if I was, I dunno, normal-”

Alex turned your head to face him, cutting you off mid sentence, “Y/N, don’t even go there. You’re gorgeous, okay? And you’re smart and funny and stupid brave. You could never be normal and honestly, that’s probably the coolest thing about you. It’ll happen when it happens Y/N/N, I promise. He’s out there somewhere.”

For a moment you just looked at him, your eyes wide, as though you were seeing something you’d never seen before. You smiled gently at him and Alex felt his heart stutter. Suddenly it felt as though you were the only two people in the car and the urge to kiss you became almost overwhelming.

“Thanks Alex,” you said softly, breaking the spell and resting your head on his shoulder again, “I hope you’re right.”

“I am.” he promised.

And he believed that, he really did. Alex knew that, if anyone in the world deserved love, real lasting love, it was you. And that was what he wanted, for you to find that love, even if watching you get it would break his heart.

The rest of the drive back to the mansion was uneventful and, as you all piled back into the entrance hall and started heading to your separate rooms, there was an air of hope and camaraderie between the four of you that stretched beyond the bounds of you all living in the same house. You were a family, kind of. The best family Alex had ever had at least. He walked you to your door in silence, relishing in the quiet connection you had and wishing he could just live in that connection forever. But there was a tension, something lurking just beneath the surface that he couldn’t quite name. You turned to face him, leaning against the wooden frame of your door and smiled gently. There was something dangerous in that smile, in the way you crossed your arms over your chest and studied him with your eyes, so effortlessly at ease with him, so sure of his acceptance. It made Alex consider...things.

He wasn’t stupid, he knew there was something there with you, something real. Or, more precisely, something that could be real if he was brave enough to take the jump. When you were connected to someone the way Alex was connected to you, you could tell these things. He knew that there were feeling that you shared, deep ones. It would be so easy to lean in, to close the distance between your bodies and just…. But there were reasons, good reasons why he shouldn’t do that. He was violent, dangerous. He’d killed a man, more than one at this point. He wasn’t a safe bet, he couldn’t always control his outbursts and he was terrified of the damage he’d be able to do to you if you were ever in close range when he exploded. Beyond that, he’d never had a relationship last more than two months. He was a horrible boyfriend, he wasn’t even a particularly good friend friend. He wasn’t sweet or open. He wasn’t doting and loving and stable. He was bad. He was dangerous. He broke things. He- you shifted slightly closer, not much, just a nearly imperceptible lean towards him that made Alex’s breath hitch in his throat, his train of thought dying off in an instant. Oh...Oh.

“Thank you,” you started quietly, “for coming out tonight. You know I love Ray and Hank but,” you shook your head, your eyes darting from his eyes to his lips.

“But?” Alex questioned, his voice deeper than he’d expected.

You smiled and rolled your eyes, somewhere between fond and teasing, “Really, Alex? Really?”

He smirked and leaned in, feeling a swell of pride at how quickly that made your heart stutter. There was just enough alcohol in his system to keep Alex from pulling away, from ruffling your hair and calling you a twerp or an idiot or something, from doing just about anything to put some much needed distance between your body and his. Any other night, he’d already be halfway down the hallway, heading back to his room like a coward, but not tonight.

“What?” he teased, “it’s a genuine question isn’t it? How were you going to finish that sentence? You love Ray and Hank but….?”

It was a game, one you’d been playing for a while now. One that Alex knew how to win. He would never break, he knew his limits, he knew when to walk away, he promised himself. A voice in the back of his mind whispered that the right time to walk away was about three sentences ago, but he ignored it, too drunk on the rush that was feeling your energy and his swirling together like this, all excitement and nerves and adrenaline. It was like a drug to him.

In a move that made his heart skip several beats, you moved even closer, so close that he could smell the remnants of your perfume and your nose was just centimeters from his. As your Y/E/C eyes stared straight into his, Alex allowed himself to consider the possibility that he may be outmatched. This was your game, your territory, and he was completely under your spell.

“But..” you said slowly, letting your eyes drift purposefully to his lips for just a moment too long to be considered accidental before bringing them back up to meet Alex’s gaze. There was an earnestness in the way you looked at him, a sincerity that made Alex feel strange and off balance, like maybe this wasn’t a game at all, “but they’re not you.” you finally said, “I love them, but they’ll never be you, they’ll never mean...what you mean, to me.”

After your admission it seemed for a moment as though you might look away. Something in the angle of your head shifted and suddenly Alex was gripped by the fear that, if you looked away now, you’d never look back. He’d lose that promise of something, some future with you that it seemed like you were offering. If he didn’t act, he was sure he’d lose you forever, so he did the only thing he could do.

In the end, it was those damn eyes that broke him. He cupped your cheek with his hand and pulled your lips to his, pouring every ounce of feeling he hand into a kiss that he’d been dreaming of since the day he’d met you. You gasped into his mouth, but melted into him, grabbing hold of his shirt to pull him closer, like you were afraid he might slip away. The kiss felt like a firework the size of an atom bomb was exploding in front of Alex’s eyes. It felt like that time Banshee had taken him flying. It felt like stepping out of prison as a free man. It felt like-

When you eventually broke apart, breathless, shaking and stunned, Alex had you wrapped up in his arms. Neither one of you could say for sure how much time had passed, but it felt as though, in that time, something monumental had happened. The earth had shifted slightly on its axis and now everything felt strange and new. You stared at one another for a moment longer, caught up in the surreal moment, but then you slowly started to release his shirt and Alex let you slide out of his embrace.

“Not bad for a first kiss, huh?” Alex teased, earning him a fond glare.

“Oh go, this is going to make you a complete ego monster, isn’t it?”

“Oh yeah,” he agreed, “100%. You really fucked this one up Y/N/N.”

You rolled your eyes at him and, almost nervously, pressed a quick kiss to the tip of his nose. At almost the exact same moment, you both started to laugh, resting your foreheads against one another as Alex peppered your forehead and temples with kisses. You whispered a goodnight into his ear as you pulled him into a tight hug. Alex pulled you close and buried his face in your hair, breathing in the smell of your perfume as what felt like a helium balloon or a flooding river full of unexpressed but understood feeling whirled between you. He felt light, lighter than he’d felt in years and so damn lucky that it made him want to cry.

“Promise we’ll talk tomorrow yeah?” you asked, with one hand still resting on his chest, “About, all of this. I-uh-I have some things I want to say, and I want to make sure I get it right.”

“Yeah, of course,” Alex promised, kissing the worry lines between your eyebrows to smooth them out, “tomorrow.”

As the door to your bedroom closed you shot him one last smile, so bright and nervous and full of hope that Alex felt the earth shift beneath his feet again. He would never forget that smile, he realised with some surprise as he made his way back to his own room. Until the day he ran out of breath, or luck, or time, or whatever it was that put him six feet under, Alex Summer would never forget the way you’d smiled on the night he’d kissed you for the first time.

Of course, there had never been a conversation the next day because, by the time everybody had woken up, Alex was long gone. He’d packed up his stuff and headed out on the road that very same night and, for the last three years, Alex had been fighting with both his extreme guilt and the nearly overpowering desire to see you again in equal measures.

“Okay, Summers,” he said to himself, “time to face the music.”

With palpable effort, Alex forced himself out of the car and headed toward the mansion. Despite his pounding heart and the creeping feeling of anxiety and dread in his stomach, some small part of Alex was excited to. No matter what happened next, he was home. No matter what happened next, he was closer to you than he’d been in years and that meant he was doing alright. As the wooden doors swung open beneath his hands, Alex couldn’t stop the smile from creeping onto his face. The entry hall looked exactly how he remembered it, marble floors, pot plants and that grand wooden staircase he knew so well, all ready to welcome him back.

“Alex!” Charles greeted with a smile, rolling over and shaking his hand, “I was wondering if you were ever going to come inside, welcome back.”

“Hey, professor,” he said, “it’s good to be back. Listen, about me leaving the way I did-”

Charles held up a hand to silence him, “No need, there’ll be plenty of time for that later I should think.”

“Alex?” a familiar voice chimed in, “Oh my God, is that really you?” Raven threw her arms around Alex’s neck and pulled him close, laughing incredulously, “We weren’t sure we’d ever see you again.” she finished as she pulled away, scanning his face with her eyes like a concerned older sister checking for wounds.

“Did you say Alex, Raven?” Hank asked, emerging from the kitchen with a banana that he promptly dropped upon seeing the younger man, “Shit.”

“Hey, Hank.” Alex smiled, clapping Hank on the back as they hugged, “good to see you, man.”

“Yeah, you too.” he responded, “Does Y/N know you’re here?”

Alex’s stomach dropped a little as the air grew thick with tension, “Uh-no, not yet at least.”

Hank pressed his lips together, like he wanted to say something, “Been a long time, Al.”

“Yeah,” Alex agreed with a breathy laugh, “yeah, I know.

For a moment it looked like Hank was going to say something else but, right before he did, Alex heard the voice he’d been trying, in equal parts, to hold on to and drive away for five years coming from the second floor.

“Professor!” you called, sounding worried as you raced down the staircase, “Professor, something’s wrong, it’s Alex he-”

You stopped dead. Alex felt your shock like a tidal wave, crashing through your shared bond and threatening to drown him, but he couldn’t bring himself to do anything but stare. You had frozen in the middle of the stairs, one hand still on the bannister and the other pressed to your chest. Your eyes clung to his and Alex felt himself tear up. You were just as beautiful as he remembered and now, with you so close after so many years, all he wanted to do was pull you into his arms and never let go. Somewhere in the back of his mind Alex was aware of the tense faces of Hank, Raven and the professor, but they felt muted, like you were the only person who was real. The rest were just photographs or holograms.

“Hey, Y/N,” he said eventually, raising a hand in greeting, “Remember me?”

All at once he felt something in you snap and the real world came rushing into focus again. Your eyes welled up with tears and Alex was hit with a rush of pain, grief, excitement, happiness, relief, disappointment, embarrassment and a million other emotions he couldn’t even hope to identify as they poured through the empathy link directly into his chest. Alex felt his face fall and he stepped forward, hoping to explain himself, but he was cut off by another, unfamiliar voice.

“Babe, you alright?” the voice, with was attached to a dark haired man that Alex had never met, asked, appearing on the staircase behind you and wrapping an arm around your waist, “you just ran off.”

Alex felt like he’d been sucker punched. The wind was knocked out of his lungs and for a moment he couldn’t breathe. Alex stared at the man’s arm, feeling like he’d been struck dumb, all the elation and happiness of being home suddenly vanishing into nothingness. There was something vindictive in the way you looked at him then, but also something sad. You pressed your lips together but didn’t speak, glancing away from Alex and crossing your arms protectively over your chest.

“Ah-” Professor Xavier chimed in, “yes, Alex, this is Calvin Rankin, he joined our staff about one year ago. Calvin, this is Alex Summers.”

Calvin, who had up until then, seemed curious about Alex, now looked positively murderous and tightened his grip on your waist almost imperceptibly. Alex tried to swallow his sadness and put on what he hoped was a convincing smile.

“Nice to meet you,” he lied, walking up to shake Calvin’s hand, “I’m Alex.”

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Diversions III

“A solid game tonight boys!” Brian grinned, spinning the helmet between his hands. The dressing room was quiet as they all waited to see who the helmet was going to. “Some real sweet moves all around, but I think that it has to go to the big guy. Jamie, you were fuckin’ awesome out there.”

The room exploded into a cacophony of catcalls and wolf whistles as Jamie stood up to receive the Steelers helmet from Brian. Olli immediately started ribbing him, and Geno snorted as Jamie gave in and put the helmet on. Or tried to at least.

“Should have got a bigger helmet,” Ryan called and was met with a rumble of agreement. Jamie shrugged and set the helmet down on his stall bench.

Geno tried to be happy for him. He really did. The guy had been playing hard, making things happen, and he deserved the praise. It was just hard to appreciate all that when he was also banging your best friend.

“You okay there, G?” Patric asked, suddenly thumping Geno in the shoulder. “Zoned out for a sec.”

“Oh, yeah. Just thinking.”

“Dangerous hobby there,” Patric grinned and Geno smiled back in pale imitation.

Patric was right though. It wasn’t dangerous, but it was stupid to think of Sid as his, or to think of Jamie as some kind of enemy. They were teammates first and the team had to come first. He couldn’t let his own personal issues get in the way of that. They were already struggling as it was, Geno didn’t need to add another wrench into the mix.

So he stripped his kit off and ignored Sid’s honking laugh at whatever it was Jamie was saying to him.

Later, back at the hotel, it was a little harder to ignore the whole feelings thing when Geno rounded the corner to his room to see Sid plastered up against Jamie, crowding him against the wall. Geno only caught a glimpse of them, but enough to see Jamie’s hands, low and possessive around Sid’s hips. He ducked back around the wall, not wanting to have to deal with that whole… thing.

The worst part was that Sid wasn’t even trying to keep his voice down, and Geno could hear almost every word they were saying to each other.

“I’m gonna let you fold me in half,” Sid said in a voice that settled low in Geno’s gut. “That was the hottest fucking thing.”

“It wasn’t really a fair fight-”

“Jamie, let me have this.”

Jamie laughed and Geno hated him.

“Sure.”

Their words were replaced with the slick sounds of mouths and tongues and Geno hated that too. He should just round the corner, teach them a lesson in not making out in public corridors, but he found himself frozen in spot.

“Wait, Jamie, not out here. My room.”

“I’m gonna take you apart.”

“Sure thing, big guy.”

Geno waited until he heard Sid’s door click shut before he let out a deep breath and left his hiding spot. He let himself into his room and stood for a second in the dark.

“Get over yourself,” he muttered as he stripped out of his suit. He dropped it on the floor, a problem for tomorrow Geno, and crawled into bed. He lay there, staring at the ceiling before exhaustion pulled him down. Problems for tomorrow.

“It’s not like I care where he puts his dick, I just don’t want him to sleep with him!”

Sergei sighed and pushed another beer over to Geno. He thought he’d escaped this particular brand of whining when he’d left the pens. Thought Geno might have grown up a bit without him there all the time. The universe clearly had a fucked up sense of humour.

“Sounds like you’re jealous,” he said, and felt a certain amount of gratification when Geno choked on his beer and slopped it down his shirt. He handed him the tissue box off the coffee table. Zhenya took one with a glare. “I don’t know why you’re looking at me like that. New guy turns up on the scene and steals the affection of the love of your life, you spiral into a downward whirlpool of anger and bitterness. It’s textbook jealousy, Zhenya.”

Geno ignored him in favour of another mouthful of beer.

“Do you want to sleep with him?”

The beer went much further that time, and Sergei sighed in dismay at the state of the coffee table. Geno muttered an apology, using the tissues to mop up his mess.

“No I don’t,” he said finally. “I just, I just hate how he acts around him. It’s always ‘oh, look at Jamie, he’s so tall and he can punch people really well, and his face is so good’. It wasn’t even a fair fight! Manning was punching above his weight.”

Yup. Jealous. Sergei pat Geno on the shoulder and tried not to laugh at the thirty-one year old sulking on his couch.

“Scared of being replaced?”

Geno paused, an uneasy look on his face which was just as good as any answer he could have given Sergei.

“I’ve always been tall,” he grumbled. “And I’ve punched lots of people. I just don’t understand why he’s never looked at me like that.”

“You’re an idiot,” Sergei said, his voice heavy with all the weariness of a man not paid enough to deal with this shit. “Sid has always looked at you like that, you stupid boy, you just never noticed because you had the sun in your eyes.”

The blank look Geno gave him almost made Sergei weep.

“Zhenya, look. You’ve always looked at Sid like he’s the only thing that matters, but you’ve never seen him looking right back! You both think so highly of the other that you wouldn’t dare think that he’d ever stoop to liking you like that,” Sergei took a breath and another mouthful of beer. “It’s been like that since day one. You’re both idiots.And now Jamie’s here and looks like he’s sticking around for a while. You feel threatened, you decide to hate the guy. It’s childish, but it’s understandable.”

When he looked over, Geno had a thoughtful look on his face and Sergei could practically hear the gears grinding.

“I think,” Geno finally said, slow and hesitant. “That I might be a bit jealous, and I also think-” he paused, looked sideways at Sergei with an anxious look in his eyes. Sergei gave him a nod if encouragement. “I think maybe I might be a little bit in love with Sid?”

It had only taken him twelve years, but there it finally was.

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Gone: Chapter Nine

It’s funny how everything changes so fast.

Reader x Sehun Angst & Fluff

JB went outside with you to wait for your ride. You chatted about different tips and tricks for editing and swapped numbers right before the black car pulled up. Sehun stepped out to hold the door for you.

‘Thank you for letting me play your guitar,’ you said. You started to turn to leave.

‘No,’ said JB, ‘thank you for playing for us. You should come record with me sometime. We’ll make some awesome music together.’

‘That’s a good idea,’ you agreed. You were helpless against the tide of pink that consumed your face as JB gave you a smile and went back inside.

‘Y/N-ah, let’s go! I’m hungry!’ yelled Chanyeol from the front passenger seat.

You gave Sehun a quick hug and slid in beside Junmyeon. He secretly nudged your elbow with his.

‘You made him pretty worried,’ he mentioned quietly before Sehun got in the car beside you.

You met Sehun’s gaze. His expression had turned to stone.

‘Why are you blushing?’ His eyes took in the rest of your face, then your whole appearance. ‘Why were you with him?’

‘I met Youngjae at the café, and he wanted him to meet me, then we just got talking about music. Sehun, what’s wrong?’

His questions set off small alarms. Was this what he was really like? You truly enjoyed spending time with him, but you hadn’t defined your relationship status. He had no right to be jealous yet. You weren’t a thing to be possessive of – you could make your own choices. You valued your independence in any circumstance.

‘Can we talk about it later?’ he whispered.

You agreed quietly. You didn’t want to have a potential conflict in such close quarters with everyone else, who were all staring out the car windows at the buildings passing by, pretending not to hear.

In the silence, Sehun’s arm found its way around you again, squeezing you tightly.

The happy feeling that resulted from making new friends, hanging out with JB and Youngjae, began to fade with your concerns about Sehun. However, the buzzing, electric joy from playing your music, the music that felt like it came from your soul, had stayed. It wrapped itself around your heart. You knew when you recognized it. You were sure.

The restaurant was small, but on the classier side. Sehun glued himself to your side as the host showed you to the private table towards the back that had been reserved. Ryan and another SM associate were already there waiting.

‘What took you so long?’ His voice had the warning tones of anger in it. Your best bet was to stay silent, pretend nothing was wrong. Ryan liked to look for somebody to blame for anything, and you didn’t feel like volunteering.

You sat next to him lamentfully, Sehun of course on your other side. He was your only comfort for however long you were stuck here, and you let yourself be distracted by him. You slipped your hand inside his under the table. A secret smile played at Sehun’s lips, but his brow remained carved from stone. You both wanted this experience to be over.

‘I’m sorry, hyung,’ Junmyeon started unexpectedly. ‘Practice took a bit longer than we thought. We had to learn new choreography today.’

You looked at the leader with your eyes wide. What was he doing?

Ryan’s mouth opened and you knew what was coming next. You couldn’t let Junmyeon take the fall for you.

‘No, it’s ok,’ you interjected. You swallowed before continuing. ‘I was out exploring, and I didn’t check the time. It’s my fault.’

Not quite the truth, not quite a lie. Either way, Ryan went off on a lecture about punctuality and your apparent lack of it. You made brief eye contact with Junmyeon, who nodded at you appreciatively.

‘If you’re going to train with SM, you have to learn to start taking responsibility. You have to have respect for your managers and their time. You’ll never make it like this, Y/N,’ he ranted. ‘Y/N, are you listening?’

‘Yes, yes, I’m listening,’ you sighed.

You started to shrug off his lecture before his words sunk in. You had made your decision about the contract. Was this moment the right time to tell him?

Maybe I should wait until we get home, you thought. It seemed like sage self-advice.

‘Speaking of which,’ Ryan mentioned. He motioned to his co-worker, who brought out a neatly stapled stack of paper. He handed it to you, and you took it from him curiously. It was suddenly all too familiar.

You stared at the infernal object in horror. Your breath caught in your throat. Under the table, you gripped Sehun’s hand harder. He looked at you with concern, and you could feel yourself go pale. He subtly leaned his shoulder against yours, lending you support. His thumb rubbed circles on the back of your hand, now held by both of his.

You were trying to move on from the subject, frantically looking for an opportunity to get conversation moving in another direction, any other direction than this. The windows of opportunity were slammed shut when Ryan put his pen next to the contract.

You had to do this now. You were out of options.

‘I’m not signing the contract.’ Your voice sounded disembodied, like someone else had said them.

Every pair of eyes around the table focused on you.

You could never sign that contract and live with yourself. Not for any money, not for any amount of fame. None of it would make up for what you had done or fill the deep wound that you had created inside yourself. But your music, the feel of the strings under your fingers, your voice sounding out - being able to express everything that you had locked inside yourself – it felt like setting yourself free. You could lay everything out in front of you, spill your insides without fear of judgment. Maybe you were never meant to be with Audiowish in the first place.

‘Come again?’ Ryan dared you.

You swallowed hard and took a deep breath, steeling yourself.

‘I’m not signing the contract,’ you repeated sternly.

The room went deadly quiet. Baekhyun dropped the chopsticks he had been playing with with a loud clatter.

‘I don’t want to be a trainee,’ you clarified.

You had expected Sehun to drop your hand completely, but he remained stalwart beside you. His thumb never stopped its circles. His shoulder never left you.

It felt like whole minutes had passed before Ryan inhaled loudly to speak.

‘So what you’re saying is that I brought you all the way out here, promised my bosses the next big thing, set everything up, just for you to flake on me and quit?’

You stayed silent as Ryan ranted and raged at you, calling you choice insults and including swear words that were placed poetically, effectively. You couldn’t help the single tear that spilled through your eyelids, obliterating the mask that you had so carefully constructed. You gave Sehun’s hand a final squeeze before letting go and making your exit as quickly as you could.

You found a quiet hallway near the washrooms and released a flood of tears. It felt like everything was spinning around you, out of control. You leaned against the cold comfort of the walls in a measure to find some sort of stability with Ryan’s words echoing painfully in your head.

Moments later long arms twisted around you, pulling you into a tall body. Sehun’s hand found a home in your hair, guiding your head to his chest, tucking you under his chin. His sudden presence astonished you. You had given him so many reasons to not speak to you anymore, but despite all that, he was comforting you, holding you. While you were still crying, you didn’t question it.

It wasn’t the first time that Ryan had made devastating remarks about you in front of your friends, but it had been a while. Your skin wasn’t as thick as it once was.

Soon, your tears eventually stopped coming and your crying stilled.

‘Why – why are you still here?’ You looked up at Sehun with a sniffle.

‘Why wouldn’t I be?’ he countered, meeting your gaze softly.

‘Because I’m not going to sign with SM anymore? Or maybe because you’ve seen what an awful person I can be?’ You stepped backwards out of his hold.

‘Y/N-ah,’ he sighed in frustration. He placed a firm hand on your shoulder, not allowing you to back any further away from him. ‘You keep trying to convince me of that, but I’ll never believe you.’

‘But you saw what I did,’ you argued.

‘But I’ve also seen the real you, that girl who’s kind, who lets herself shine without knowing how brightly she actually shines,’ he told you carefully. He had been thinking about this for a while, you guessed.

‘When-,‘ you started to say, but Sehun cut you off.

‘I saw her when she showed me, that first morning, with her guitar,’ he said quietly. He traced the lines of your face with his fingertips. ‘That’s the girl that – that I…’ Sehun’s voice trailed off as he lost his courage.

You wiped your face quickly and balanced on your toes to place your hands behind his neck. Before you could stop to think about it, you were pulling his face down to yours, kissing him softly. It took him a second to figure it out, but when he did, Sehun pushed back against you, leaning into you. An arm made its way behind your back, holding you up to him firmly; another hand secured you in the kiss, gently guiding from behind your head.

The kiss broke with a shaky exhale.

‘That I fell in love with,’ Sehun finally finished his thought.

The first smile in a long time cracked onto your face, which you shyly buried in the crook of his neck. You breathed him in and you felt it. It felt like you were whole.

‘So if you love me,’ you began, ‘and I love you…’ You looked up at him, biting your lip shyly. You felt your face light on fire with blushing. ‘What does that make us?’

Sehun chuckled at seeing your state. He caressed your cheek tenderly and kissed you once more.

‘What do you want us to be?’ His voice lowered to a whisper, a gust of breath against your face.

You felt yourself turning redder, even though you didn’t think it was possible. The words to explain what you wanted completely failed you. The terms ‘girlfriend’ and ‘boyfriend’ seemed ridiculous, too cheesy, and you couldn’t bring yourself to say them out loud. You just smiled up at Sehun stupidly.

‘After all this, everything you’ve gone through, you’re scared of saying you want to be my girlfriend?’ Sehun collapsed around you in a fit of laughter. His arms gathered you to him preciously. ‘Y/N-ah, you’re so silly!’

‘Of course you can be my girlfriend,’ he managed between giggles. You hid your face in his shirt in embarrassment in spite of the shaking in his chest.

Could you have made your confession any more awkward? Your long, high-pitched whine muffled in the cotton. You wanted nothing more than to find a dark hole in the floor to hide in where you would never be seen again. Sehun held you until his laughter died down, but there was still a teasing grin on his face as he pried you off his chest.

‘So, girlfriend, let’s get some food and get out of here, yeah?’

‘Okay, boyfriend,’ you replied with a touch of sarcasm.

He took your hand and led you to the front of the restaurant, where you waited for your order to be ready.

‘Don’t you have to go tell the others you’re leaving?’ you asked curiously. You played with his fingers, exploring their details.

‘I already did,’ he smiled as he slid his phone into his pocket.

The host came with your food, and Sehun opened his wallet to pay. You suddenly remembered his card in your pocket as he searched frantically. You laughed to yourself. He was never going to find it.

‘Don’t worry, boyfriend,’ you said with a hand on his back. ‘I’ve got this.’ You handed the host the card, shooting Sehun an arrogant smile. He sputtered as he recognized the card.

‘Are you really- are you- Really, Y/N-ah?‘ Finally it was his turn to blush as he struggled to speak, astonished.

You giggled and teased each other all the way back to your apartment. He was careful to not be too affectionate with you in public, even wearing his mask to avoid being recognised.

It was a memorable afternoon, sitting on your bedroom floor with Sehun. You ate together, feeding each other bits from your dishes and laughing. You exchanged stories from the past, telling him about your family and music, he told you about his trainee days and learning to dance.

You finished eating and moved to sit by the window. Sehun gathered you comfortably between his legs, you relaxed against him with a sigh. The sun bathed both of you in a warm light as you watched the clockwork of the city cycle beneath you. You leaned your head back against Sehun’s chest, listening carefully to his heart, memorizing every beat and pause. Your eyes fluttered closed and you drifted off to sleep, drowning in happiness.

Author’s Note: I struggle with writing confession scenes, so I hope that this one was readable. As always, let know your thoughts!

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