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lovelettersfromluna · 10 months

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✰20 Something✰

{Ellie Williams x Reader}

Summary: How you ain’t say you was movin’ forward? Honesty hurts when you’re gettin’ older, I gotta say I’ll miss the way you need me.

an: first things first, yes it’s based off of the sza song, yes this is going to be very angsty, and yes I purposefully used the lyrics of the song to leave a bit of mystery for the summary hehe. But anyways! Here’s the second part of Blossom! This one is pretty short, and the ending is a bit abrupt, but that’s only because I have plans for the next part!! I hope you enjoy angels. Mwah mwah 🖤🖤

Warnings: angst!! Ellie is an idiot in this one I’m sorry, Joel being a dad figure to reader, alcohol usage, reader gets a lil drunk, jealous!reader, let me know if I missed anything pleaseeee (not proofread)

You can read part 1 here!

Tag list: @gold-dustwomxn @liabadoobee @uraesthete @heathermuahhh

For the first time in five years, your bed is warm.

And that doesn’t go to say you never had a warm body filling up the empty spot next to you in your bed. There were many times where you’d fallen into bed with someone for a one night stand, or finally working up to the person you would be seeing at the time to sleeping over.

But that was all in the city, you hadn’t once given someone the opportunity to fill your bed in your current home. The home that you were sprouting your roots into, and creating a space that you’d call home forever.

That, and none of those people before warmed you up like Ellie did.

Ellie’s arms never leave yours within the night, they’re strong and they hold you tight against her chest even when she’s snoring softly in your ear. It’s almost as if she’s scared you’ll slip away somehow, like she’s worried if she doesn’t hold on tight enough, she’ll no longer be in this dream that she’s found herself in.

And you don’t mind, her warm embrace helps clear your head from the noisy thoughts that threaten to cloud your mind. Without her strong arms wrapped around your middle, and the dreamy smell of her shampoo and her cologne, you’d be panicking.

Panicking because none of this is okay, and you both know it.

It allows you to sleep, and enjoy her for the moment, because you know exactly what you’ll do when the sun rises.

You have it all planned out, playing out the scenario and what you’ll say in your head. It’s like you’ve written a script for yourself, one that you’ve closely analyzed and revised countless times between the heavy sedation of sleep and wake that finds you through the night. You continuously fall in and out because the foreign feeling of Ellie next to you is too apparent to ignore, and it makes itself even more known when you realize that it’s Ellie.

Despite it all, the sleep is good. It’s heavy, and comfortable and it’s like your bodies are tangled up within one another in the most perfect way, making your insides feel warm and fuzzy. You’re sure you’d be able to stay there with her till the end of time. You feel her wake up a few times as well, pressing gentle kisses at the nape of your neck, whispering sweet promises into your ear as her hands slip underneath your t shirt, toying with your soft skin and pulling you in closer.

Because she can’t get enough of you. She’s cursing herself on the inside because she can’t believe she’d almost forgotten how good you felt pressed up against her, how nice your supple skin felt spilling from between her fingers, how responsive your body was to her every kiss and touch.

So she feels she has some catching up to do, and she plans on roaming her fingers along every available space of your body. She wants to remember everything she’s ever experienced with you, all while making new memories as well.

And you can feel it, which makes it all the more harder to get out of bed the next morning.

The morning sun is warm and inviting, but it comes all too soon.

It takes everything in you to peel Ellie’s limbs from your body. You let out a sigh of relief when once you’re out of bed, she’s still fast asleep. You tilt your head to the side as you eye the girls sleeping form, she looks like her younger self when she sleeps. Her cheeks look fuller, and her lips look plumper. It reminds you of all the times you traced your fingers over her sleeping face when she’d fallen asleep in your bedroom when you were teenagers.

It reminds you of the face that wouldn’t even look in your direction when shoving a box into your arms.

And maybe you’re being petty, because it was something that happened so long ago and you both were so young. But it still hurts, and it doesn’t matter if it happened when you were both young, or if your relationship was doomed anyways.

Ellie did what she did, and no matter how many sweet things she said to you, she couldn’t take it back.

You sigh softly as you blink out of your trance, breaking away from the memories that you had been holding onto for so long. You need to get dressed, and you need to get downstairs before Ellie wakes.

You settle on a plane white t shirt, and a pair of your favorite denim shorts. They’re your moms from when she was younger, they remind you of when you were little.

Your feet pad against the wooden floor as you make your way downstairs. It’s still very early, and if Ellie is anything like the way she was when she was younger, you’ll be clear of her for at least another hour or so.

You settle on grabbing some fresh lemons from a near by bowl and making some lemonade to kill the time.

On the other end of your house, Ellie is groaning softly. She takes a moment to realize where it is that she is, the foreign bed making her feel extremely confused. Once her eyes have adjusted to the early morning light peeking in through your window, she immediately remember where she is.

Memories of the night before come flooding in, and she can’t stop the stupid smile that paints her face.

She’s blushing like an idiot, and she brings her strong hands up to her face as she groans softly. She’s just as fucking smitten for you as she was back when she was a teenager, and she can’t even deny it.

You, where were you?

The question runs rapid in her mind as she sits up, frowning a bit as she looks around. She isn’t too worried, seeing as she is in fact in your house. She knows you couldn’t have gone far, but the fact alone that she wasn’t able to wake up to you in her arms makes her upset.

From upstairs she can hear a bit of clattering downstairs in the kitchen, and she knows exactly where you are.

Ellie is up on her feet instantly, yawning as she scratches the back of her neck. She makes her way through your home, smiling softly at all the little trinkets you have set around on different shelves and tables.

But when she finally finds herself in your kitchen, and spots you, you’ve taken her breath away.

The window near your counter lets the warm glow of the sun hit you perfectly, sun rays shining through your hair and onto your pretty features. The song you’re humming softly is the sweetest melody she’s ever heard in her entire life, and your clothes are simple, but they’re making her fucking swoon.

It all feels so domestic, like she’s waking up to you, her girl, in the kitchen of your sweet home, and it’s enough to make her head spin.

It almost feels like nothings ever changed.

You’re too lost in your own thoughts as you slip a few more lemon slices into the pitcher before you bring your wooden spoon into it and stir it once more, finally happy with the drink. You don’t even hear Ellie when she’s approaching you from behind, strong hands wrapping around your waist and pulling you against her chest. You gasp softly, almost forgetting that the girl was in your house for a moment.

Your eyes flutter shut as you let her hold you. She’s lifting you up and into her body to the point that your toes almost leave the floor, her face pressing into your neck as she inhales the sweet scent of your shampoo.

She brings a hand up, pushing your hair back so she’s able to press soft kisses to your neck. The feeling of her lips against your skin makes you whine.

“Morning, blossom…” she hums. Her voice is raspy, and deep and still thick with sleep. It makes you tug your bottom lip between your teeth, tugging on it softly, and you can’t help but close your eyes and tilt your head to the side to give her better access to your neck, silently begging for more of her kisses.

It’s when you feel one of her strong hands slipping under your shirt and toying with the waist of your denim shorts that you open your eyes and quickly clear your throat, stepping away from her grip as you turn around.

You almost wish you’d stayed in her arms, because Ellie looks like a fucking dream right now.

Her hair is messy, and her eyes are puffy from sleep, lips pouting from the lack of you in her arms. Her t shirt is hanging loosely on her body, boxers low on her waist. She looks like something you would’ve assumed only existed within the depths of your fantasies, and nowhere in the real world.

Yet here she was, standing right in front of you, arms already reaching out and begging for you to be pressed against her.

You quickly step grab the pitcher of lemonade and hold it between the two of you, acting as a form of separation, one that would keep her away from you for at least a few seconds longer. You knew that it you let her hold you the way she did, or even come any closer, you’d fold.

“I um…thought you’d be thirsty…so I…made you some lemonade”

Ellie frowns as she watches you stutter, a habit that seemed to be the most present whenever you were nervous or hiding something. She could still recall the time when you and Joel were planning a surprise birthday party for her eighteenth, and she questioned you on why you’d been so absent for the past month or so. You were a babbling mess, avoiding eye contact, trying your best to get out of being in rooms alone with her, anything so that you could be free of the guilt that came with keeping something from her.

Just like you were now, babbling, eyes blinking rapidly as you looked everywhere but her eyes.

Her eyebrows are furrowed in confusion as she watches you for a moment longer, she opens her mouth to say something, but you’re already reaching behind her and grabbing two glasses and bringing them to your little kitchen table.

She watches you as you move, your focus now on the two glasses as you fill them up. She settles on leaving it alone for now, mainly because she’d like to just focus on you right now.

She moves to sit down at the table, but it doesn’t go without her hand sliding against your waist, her tattooed arm wrapping around it as she presses a kiss to your head. “You alright baby?” She mumbles against your hair, giving your skin a gentle squeeze before she moves to sit down, her green eyes never leaving your face as she takes her glass into hand.

It makes it feel like you’ll lose your footing, the way she’s so quickly comfortable enough to do these things to you, say these things to you, like she never even left you in the first place. It’s all too quick, and it makes you feel like you’re the happiest girl in the world, all while being the saddest.

You have to get away from her, you can’t be anywhere near her.

You quickly clear your throat, giving her a quick nod as you grab your glass and move over to your sink, which is opposite of the kitchen table. Her eyebrows furrow again as she watches you flee her touch, and it leaves a bitter taste in her mouth.

You’re quite literally flinching away from her touch as if you’re afraid of her, and it makes her anxiety settle in with each passing moment.

You stand near the sink, staring into the glass filled with lemonade, a lemon wedge floating around in the surface as you find it far more interesting to stare into it rather than looking into Ellie’s eyes.

“What’s going on?” She questions, one of her hands resting on her thigh as she watches you. The worry in her voice is enough to make you wince, eyes squeezing shut for a moment before you exhale loudly, looking up so that you’re now staring out your window, the calm morning breeze swaying through the trees calming you for a moment before you speak.

“I can’t do this, Ellie.” You mumble softly, voice barely above a whisper.

Your tone has Ellie on her feet before you can even finish, your kitchen table scraping against the wooden floor as she pushes it back so she can stand. You’ve barely even said anything, or given any explanation to what it is that you’re even talking about, but she already knows.

“What do you mean? You said last night that you were okay with this…with us-“ you cut her off quickly, the words falling from her lips too hard to listen to.

“I know….what I said Ellie…I just…” you sigh sadly, hands gripping the edge of your counter as you try to compose yourself. It doesn’t help that Ellie is by your side, her body towering over yours as she stares down at you. One of her hands come down to brush your hair away from your face, trying to get a better view of your expression as her other hand comes down to grip your hip gently, massaging the skin gently.

Despite you telling her you can’t be with her, she’s still there, comforting you and helping you get the words out. It makes it hurt even more.

She leans down, pressing a kiss to your head. “Say it…” she mumbles softly against your hair. Her words leave a chill down your spine, because her tone isn’t malicious or even angry, she knows she’s getting what she deserves, and she knows that you deserve to get it out.

You lick your lips, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth before you turn to face her, your eyes finally looking up into hers. It makes your breath shudder, because they’re holding so much pain, and confusion and it makes you hate yourself for doing this.

“It is as just…a lot…seeing you for the first time in so long…I wasn’t thinking and…and you don’t even live here anymore, Ellie. How are we even supposed to do this? I let you stick around and fuck me until it’s time for you to leave again? And then it’s back to how it was? I don’t even know you anymore…I can’t…I won’t do it.” You sigh out, your words are stern and there’s no getting through to you, and Ellie can see that.

You feel your eyes burn with hot tears, and you don’t even care. You inhale deeply as they spill out onto your cheeks, gently grabbing Ellie’s hands from your hips and removing them so they’re now hanging down by her own legs.

“I deserve better, Ellie…and you aren’t that” you whimper out. The words are like fire on your tongue, burning your insides and setting your heart ablaze as you stare at her. It hurts to even say it out loud, but it’s the truth, you both know it.

Ellie’s own green eyes pool up with tears, the whites of her eyes going red as she inhales deeply. She knew it was all too good to be true, too much of a fantasy to indulge in. She didn’t deserve your kindness, she didn’t deserve your forgiveness, she knew that for a long time.

It was just nice to pretend that she did for a moment.

Ellie knows deep down, that she’d do anything to beat the obstacles that would’ve came with being with you. The distance, trust, making it all up to you, she would’ve done it all. You’d never been anything less than the girl that she wanted to grow old and grey with.

You both new that.

She licks her lips, looking down at her feet for a moment before she gives you a nod. She can’t make this any harder for you than it’s already been. You do deserve better, and as much as she feels she can provide only the best for you, she can’t put you through anymore pain than she already has.

“I’ll um…I’ll let myself out…” she nods to herself, her words barely above a whisper in fear that it’ll break through her tears, and she’ll crumble onto her knees, begging you to give her the chance that she didn’t deserve.

You inhale deeply, looking away from the girl as you nod. Any longer staring into those big, sad eyes, and you would’ve crumbled with her, holding her in your arms and telling her it had always been her, and that you’d give her a million chances if she wanted them.

But you needed to do right for yourself, you had to put your foot down.

Ellie disappears upstairs, grabbing her jeans and her sneakers and getting dressed in silence. She takes in the details of your room, knowing that it would be the last time that she sees this intimate side of you. It’s one of the things she regretted the most, not taking in the little things about you leading up to when she left, it made it harder to remember them down the road.

You don’t move from your spot until she comes back, because it’s hard to retain the last twenty four hours that you’ve experienced. It feels bizarre and unreal and it feels like a disturbingly realistic dream. You feel like you can’t move, like you’re suddenly glued to the floor.

Ellie’s foot steps padding against your floor breaks you away from that feeling, and you’re quickly on your feet and walking her towards the door. It’s awkward and strange and it feels like she wasn’t just grabbing you and pulling you into her body mere moments ago.

Before Ellie walks out of your door, she quickly turns around eyes scanning over your living room for a moment before she moved over to the little brown wooden entrance table near your door.

Along with a small bowl holding your keys, there was a little note pad and a little red pen. Without skipping another beat, she grabbed it, jotting down her number. She cleared her throat as she handed it to you, eyes down casted before she spoke. “My um…my number…feel free to call or text or..whatever you want. I’ll always answer” she reassures.

You stare at the little note for a moment, chewing your bottom lip before you sigh softly. “Ellie you really don’t have to do that-“ she cuts you off, stepping forward and grabbing your hand, turning it over before she pushes the paper into your hand, closing it around it.

“I don’t wanna be strangers anymore..even if we can’t be together in the way I’d want…I miss you…i’ll take you in any way you’ll let me have you…” she sighs out, her tone pleading with you.

You finally stare up into her eyes, and you know she’s telling the truth. You lick your lips, looking down at the little note scribbled in her hand writing, paired with a little smiley face at the end.

“Maybe we could go out sometimes…as friends or something” she adds on, weary of the way you’ve been completely silent this entire time.

You let out a soft sigh before you give her a slow nod, your finger tips gently running along the numbers on the paper before you finally look up at her, giving her a soft, sad smile. “Yeah…I’d like that, Ellie” you speak softly to her.

Despite it being far from what she wants, she gives you a soft smile. She nods with you, staring at you for a moment longer before she nods her head towards the door. “I’d better head out then…I’ll see you around?” She says almost hopefully, scared that it’ll be yet another promise you’ve made that you aren’t sure you want to keep or not.

You smile softly, giving her a reassuring nod. You’re leaning against the front door, watching her as she walks out to her car. She feels like she’ll pass out at any moment, because it’s like the universe is playing a cruel joke on her. The most beautiful girl in the entire fucking world is the one she can’t have, and seeing you leaned up against the door, sun shining down on you like you’re a goddess in the flesh.

She’s surprised she didn’t fall over with a nose bleed.

“I’ll….text you Ellie” you sigh out, and your words alone have Ellie grinning from ear to ear. She almost trips over her own feet as she walks backwards towards her car, causing you to giggle.

She quickly grabs onto the handle of the car, giving you a nod. “Yeah! Yes, um…I’ll answer!” She tries, smoothing down her t shirt to try and come off as cool as possible. You smile softly as you nod, giving the girl a small wave.

It’s all bitter sweet, the smiles on both your face and hers, the way you’re leaning against your door watching her get into her cat and leave, the dreamy look in your eyes as you watch as her car pulls out of your drive way. It all feels too much like a dream, like things had never changed, and everything you had ever wanted was all yours.

But it isn’t, Ellie isn’t yours and you aren’t hers. That was the decision you made, and you were sticking to it.

You huff loudly as you tug yet another dress of your body a bit too roughly.

Nothing looked right, everything looked wrong, and you had to be at Joel’s house within the next hour for the party he was throwing for Ellie.

It had been about a week since the entire situation with Ellie had happened, and as hollow as it made your heart feel, things between the two of you had been surprisingly good. You and her texted often, keeping things as friendly as possible. Apart from the numerous times Ellie tried flirting with you. You’d even gone as far as meeting with her and Joel for dinner sometime within the week. During which, Joel had mentioned that he was throwing a welcome home party for Ellie, and he expected you to be there.

And before you knew it, Friday was upon you. Your hair and makeup was already done, yet you had no idea what the hell to put on. You huffed loudly in annoyance as you threw a denim skirt across your room, stepping forward to rummage through your closet once again before the sound of your phone buzzing caught your attention.

You raised your eyebrows as you turned around, looking at your phone on its spot upon your bed. You roll your eyes playfully as you step forward a bit and realize it’s Ellie.

Ellie: do u know what ur gonna wear?

You sigh softly as you look at your mess of a closet for a brief moment before you begin typing away at your phone.

You: not a clue. U?

Ellie: birthday suit. Wanna twin?

You: do u want me to block u?

Ellie: jeez relax

Ellie: was just a suggestion 🙄

Ellie: srsly tho, u comin soon?

You: soon as I figure out what to wear

Ellie: hurry up. People are already here and I need someone to talk shit with

You: yes ur majesty

Ellie: oh I like that

You: I’ll send these messages to ur dad

Ellie: are u telling on me?

You: bye Ellie

Ellie: byeeeeeee

And that’s what your relationship consisted of. Witty back and forth texts with the occasional flirting that you’d have to shut down every once in a while. It felt…simple, easy, like there was no complicated history between the two of you and you could just be friends who would talk shit sometimes.

It made it feel easier to be around her.

You let out a soft sigh before you turn towards your closet once again, tossing your phone onto your bed and tackling the issue at hand that was finding an outfit for Ellie’s party.

About twenty minutes more of rummaging through your closet, you settle on a black lace table top, one that falls a bit frilly towards the end, a pair of blue jeans, and black sandals. You sigh softly as you look into the mirror, giving your hair a few more shakes and cleaning up any access lip liner around your lips before you grab your purse and make your way over to Joel and Ellie’s house.

When you get to Joel’s house, you aren’t sure you’d ever seen so many cars lined up against the curb.

Ellie had always been a town favorite, and it’s no shocker that everyone would wanna get in on the action of seeing her now that she was back.

You inhale deeply as you stare up at the house, for a moment a feeling of uncertainty washing over you. Regardless of the fact that you and Ellie were on speaking terms, it was still hard to shake the uneasy feeling that came with being around her. It made your heart rate quicken, made your palms sweaty, your hands shaky. It was an overwhelming full body experience that no matter how much you tried to shake, you couldn’t.

But, you promised you’d be there. You let out a soft sigh before you wiped your palms against the rough denim of your jeans, shaking away your nervous before you walked up the steps to the house, and let yourself inside.

You can’t remember the last time Joel’s house was so lively. Anytime within the last few months that you’d been there had been quiet, and it was only ever the two of you. Joel preferred it that way, keeping things quiet and more intimate. He just for some reason had a thing with home coming parties

As soon as you’re in the house, various familiar faces are coming towards you and greeting you with smiling faces. You smile softly as you embrace a few of them, allowing them to calm your nerves for a brief moment before you have to see Ellie.

But before those thoughts can even begin to disperse in your mind, Ellie is cutting the conversation she was having short, because her eye had been on the front door the entire night, waiting for the moment that the person behind it would be you.

It almost makes her angry, because you never fail to take her breath away. You’re supposed to be her friend and she’s gawking at you from the moment you set foot in her house. She licks her lips, eyes raking down your form as she brings the red solo cup to her lips, her other arm reaching out and circling your waist to pull you into a hug.

You take your bottom lip between your teeth as she pushes you flush against her body. She’s not drunk, but she’s certainly warmed up enough to grab you as she pleases. You can’t help but giggle softly as she holds you before you press your hands to her chest, pushing her away from your body. “Already broken into dads liquor cabinet I see?” You tease her.

She rolls her eyes playfully before she looks down into her cup before taking another sip. “Had no choice, he spent way too much fuckin money on whiskey for me…said he wanted the good stuff” she groans out. You smile softly as you nod, looking down into the cup with her before your eyes scan the room for the man in question.

“Where is he anyways? I wanna say hello” you breath out, your voice slightly raised as you lean into her a bit so that she’s able to hear you over the chatter of party goers conversations and the low music playing in the background.

Her eyes drift down towards your face as you look around for her father, licking her own lips as she takes in your pretty features for a moment before she looks up with you, catching sight of her dad across the room chatting up some work friends. “Probably talking about building decks and the game coming up…boring stuff…meaning you’d much rather hang with me” she mumbles out nonchalantly. You roll your eyes as you give her a nudge, your palm pressing against her chest.

She smirks softly as she watches you. You’d both fallen into such a comfortable relationship, regardless of the fact that her heart yearned for you whenever you were near, and every time other than that. She was at least grateful for the way you were around her now.

“You have an entire house of people here to see you, and talk to you…I won’t hog” you nod to yourself, and it makes her want to whine.

She’d trade every single person in that room for you, any fucking day.

“You’ll catch up later though, yeah?” She questions, her big eyes looking down into yours and practically begging for the reassurance that she so desperately needed. That had become a common thing for her, constantly asking you for reassurance that you’d text her or that you’d come back around to see her later on.

You know why she does it, she’s scared you’ll leave her. She’s scared you won’t keep your promise of sticking around and you’ll realize that this isn’t right, and she doesn’t even deserve you as a friend.

She’s scared you’ll do to her what she did to you.

But you always reassure her. You always give her that little act of devotion that she doesn’t deserve, yet you always feel the need to give her. You smile softly as you look up at her, giving her arm a gentle squeeze. “I’ll come and find you” you promise, and you can physically see relief wash over her. She smiles softly with you as she nods, mumbling a soft ‘okay’ before you set out to go find Joel.

Joel’s face lights up the exact same way Ellie’s does when he spots you, excusing himself from the conversation with his friends as he pulls you into a big bear hug. “There’s my girl…was starting’ to think you weren’t comin’ kid” he breaths out, and you can practically hear the smile on his face as he holds you close.

You giggle softly as you hug him back before you nod. “M’sorry, Joel…the walk is pretty long” you admit, leaving out the part where you ruined your entire bedroom searching for an outfit that was good enough.

Your words make him groan. “I told you kid, I could’ve came and picked you up. Don’t like you walkin’ home so late at night” he sighs out. You giggle softly, the prominent frown on his brow making it clear how annoyed he was with you doing that. “This town is harmless Joel. Plus, you’re celebrating with Ellie, I knew you’d wanna have a drink or two…I’ll be fine” you reassure him, giving his arm a playful punch.

He sighed softly, nodding slowly. “If you say so…but if you change your mind I’m sure one of my buddies wouldn’t mine taking you home” he promises, and you give him a nod paired with a soft smile. “I’ll keep that in mind Joel..” you smile up at him before you turn your attention to the party, smiling softly at what Joel had managed to put together.

“The place looks great by the way…you sure know how to throw a party old man” you praise him, causing his eyes to crinkle towards the edges as he smiles proudly. He nods in agreement as he brings his cup to his lips. “Looks good, right? Ellie said it was too much but…with her first time back and all..wanted to make it a good one” he breaths out before he looks down at you.

“M’really happy you made it kid. You don’t know how much it means to her” his voice drops a bit as he looks down at you, and you look up at him. His eyes are filled with genuine gratitude, the ones he looked at you with every time he saw you and Ellie together when you were younger. It was as if he was thanking you for loving his daughter, despite everything that had happened.

You smile softly up at him before you nod, looking down as you toy with the rings on your fingers. It all felt like too much, like you were given credit for something you didn’t deserve. You inhaled deeply before you nodded your head towards the kitchen. “M’gonna get something to drink…I’ll be around” you promise him, and he smiles softly as he nods, giving your back a soft, gentle rub before he goes back to his friends.

And those are the two longest conversations you have for the night. You decide to lay low, babysitting the drink that you’d made for yourself which consisted of whatever soda you could and the cheapest liquor that Joel had, because you didn’t want to use io the expensive stuff he’d bought for Ellie.

You float around from the living room, to the front porch, and the kitchen, choosing not to stay in one place for too long at one time. You have gentle smiles and small waves to people you knew from town, the drink in your hand giving you the warmth to not feel embarrassed when fleeing the conversation too quickly.

You do it, because you know that no matter what, you and Ellie would gravitate towards one another within the night. It was inevitable, because you were both drinking and if her eyes weren’t on you, yours were on her, and you had to make it a point to not make your way around her at all.

Because you knew it wouldn’t end well.

About an hour or two into the party, you’re leaned up against the island in Joel’s kitchen. You were working on your second drink, quietly sipping away at with your chin leaned into your palm, humming softly to the music that was playing.

Joel had made his way towards you within the night, checking in on you and making sure you were okay and had whatever you needed or wanted.

He leans up against the counter with you, his forearms resting against the wooden top as he leans into you a bit. “Why do I keep findin’ you hidin’ in a corner? You’re not havin’ fun?” He’s only half teasing you. The other half of his question is genuine, and you can’t help but feel bad that he’s worried about you, and why you’re not socializing.

You smile softly as you shake your head, bringing your red cup to your lips and taking another sip before you speak. “I’ve never been a social butterfly…you know that” you hum softly, and it’s true. You’ve never been one to party too hard or speak too much. Sure, you had your fair share of it all in college, but it was all done with the gentle shove of your friends behind you. You were an introvert through and through, who simply had a few extrovert tendencies whenever it counted.

But that was only half the truth.

The rest of it, was that you were in deed hiding from something, two somethings actually.

You didn’t mean to see it, or even catch it, although saying it that way made it sound like she was doing something wrong or something she shouldn’t have been, which was far from the truth. Joel had really gone as far as extending an invitation to anyone he saw in town, and urged them to spread the word to whoever they wanted. In that, came various familiar faces that you hadn’t seen in a very long time.

Amongst those faces, was a girl named Jade.

Jade became a prominent name during your high school years. Before you and Ellie began dating, it was no secret that the girl had been crushing on Ellie for quite some time. Ellie told you she noticed it all during the third grade, said that Jade would pass her notes or ask her to be her valentine, but she never truly paid it any mind, because she didn’t see Jade that way.

And when you started dating, the flirty eyes never really stopped. You’d always catch Jade ogling Ellie, whispering things to her friends when you’d walk past, laughing loudly to make sure you knew they were talking about you. You knew it wasn’t anything against you, it was for the simple fact that Jade wanted something that you had. In fact, when you’d return to town, Jade had even made it a point to pull you aside and apologize to you one day when you were running errands in town. You could tell she was genuine, and that it was all petty little high school games, and you considered her to be somewhat of a friend in your new life there.

And you never once accused Ellie of wanting Jade, because you always felt secure with her. Despite everything that Ellie had put you through, you’d never label her a cheater.

But seeing them both on the couch, Jade whispering something into Ellie’s ear, Ellie’s arm draped across the couch behind Jade, the two of them looking far too much like a couple for comfort. It put a dull, burning feeling inside your stomach. It made your heartbeat loud inside of your head and it felt like all the blood was rushing to your head. It was too much, and you couldn’t be around to watch.

But you’d never tell Joel that.

He somehow already knows that it’s what’s on your mind, because he’s leaning into you and his voice is dropping lower in volume so that no one but you will hear. “She’s just bein’ polite, you know…doesn’t mean anything…” he’s trying to reassure you, as if it would ease the blow.

You sigh softly, shaking your head as you bring your cup up to your lips, taking a sip of the flattening soda and the bitter alcohol, the flavor making you wince a bit. “Doesn’t matter if she’s being polite, or if she likes her…it’s none of my business…I’m just here because you asked me to be” you mumble out as you swirl the drink in the cup, staring down into it as you have a half shrug.

Joel sighed sadly as he watched you. Regardless of the fact that he knew Ellie was wrong for what she did, he knew his daughter, and he knew that she was just being young and reckless when she did what she did. He’d always been rooting for the two of you, secretly hoping that some how, some day, you’d find it in your heart to forgive his daughter, and give her the privilege of loving you.

His eyes drifted over towards Ellie for a moment, watching as the girl leaned in and whispered something in her ear, her hand resting on Ellie’s thigh. It was enough to make him roll his eyes, which prompted you to giggle softly. Alcohol always brought out the sassy side of the man.

“Im tellin’ you kid, if you went over there right now, you’d have her full attention” His words make you laugh dryly, shaking your head as you down the rest of your drink, tilting your head back to get all of it into your mouth before you toss it into the nearby trash.

“Maybe. But I’m not gonna stick around to test that theory” you breath out, your words slow and soft from the affects of the liquor in your system. Joel raises his eyebrows as he watches you, frowning softly.

“Leavin’ already? You sure about that?” He tries, his attempt at trying to get you to stay not so casual. You hum softly as you nod, leaning against the opposite side of the counter as you looked over at Joel with heavy eyes.

“I wanna get out of here while I can still walk…plus I don’t wanna keep you from your friends” you nodded towards the various people that Joel had left throughout the night to check on you. It made you feel bad, because he truly was the only person you felt okay with speaking to throughout the night, and the guilt you felt knowing you were pulling him away from his guests was something you could’ve easily gone without.

He sighed softly as he shook his head. “You know I’d rather spend time with you kid, don’t mind them” you’re already waving your hand lazily as you practically shoo him away, giving him a soft smile as you shake your head. “It’s way past my bed time anyways Joel….I’ll see you next week” you reassure him, and he knows there’s no convincing you.

He sighs gently before he gives you a soft nod, telling you to get home safe to which you assure him you will.

On your way towards the door, various people are calling after you. Telling you that it’s far too early for you to check out, you’re even sure a few hands grab your own, trying to tug you back. You simply give a soft giggle as you wave them off, telling them you have work to do at home.

It isn’t until a strong hand wraps around your waist when your hand is on the door, that you completely stop.

There’s no question on who it is, the feeling of Ellie’s hands having been burned into your brain from the last time she was with you. You can’t help but whine softly in annoyance, because you know that’s it’s her, and you know that there’s no reason for her to have gotten up from where she was sitting to stop you.

She’s the entire reason you’re leaving anyways.

Ellie’s tugging at your waist to turn you around, needing to see your face. The whine you let out makes her sigh softly. Once she’s gotten you to turn around, you’re rolling your eyes at her.

“What is it now, Ellie?” You sigh out tiredly, and it makes the girl frown. You sound like you’re over it, and tired of her, and like the only thing you truly want to do in that moment is go home.

“You’re leaving already? I thought…you said you’d come and find me later” she mumbles, her voice desperate and confused. You raise your eyebrows in disbelief as you watch her before you inhale deeply, giving her a half shrug. “I’m just tired, Ellie…it’s best if I go home now” you nod, trying to turn around and end the conversation short. You truly did not have the energy to deal with any of it, your emotions, the jealousy you felt, her.

She frowns further as you try to leave, her hand grabbing your wrist and stopping you from leaving before she speaks up again. “Is it..are you leaving because of Jade? Because her and I weren’t doing anything I swear-“ you let out a soft giggle, but it doesn’t sound friendly or even happy. You’re quite literally over it.

“Why are you explaining yourself to me? I’m nothing to you, Ellie. You can be with whoever you want, it has nothing to do with me” you breath out, and the words you’re saying are breaking Ellie’s heart.

She thought she had it all planned out. She wanted to just…make you a little jealous, get your attention in the slightest bit. She was running out of options, and doing some harmless flirting seemed to be the way she’d get you to her. She wanted you to stomp over to her and Jade on the couch, and demand that she come upstairs with you.

But when she simply saw your shoulders deflate from the kitchen, and you made your way to her front door, she knew she’d made a mistake.

It was starting to feel like that’s all she could do, make mistakes. Every thing she did, or said was always the wrong thing. The worst possible option for her to make was the one she always followed through with.

And she hated herself for it.

And she couldn’t even say anything to you. She just stared down at you as you waited for her to say something. You let out a tired sigh before you grab her hand gently, prying it away from her wrist. “Have fun with her…you deserve it” you sigh out, giving her a sad smile before you turn around once again to leave.

But this time, Ellie doesn’t stop you.

Because she isn’t sure how to reverse what she’s done. Nothing has gone the way she’s wanted it to, and what she thought would bring you two closer together has merely driven a wedge between you instead. She frowned as she watched you open the front door to her house.

Before you leave, you give her a small wave, and she can see in your eyes how much this has all taken out of you, how much life she had sucked out of you and left you dry. Despite all that she’d done, you still had it in your to leave with a sweet smile and a wave.

It was like she couldn’t do anything right, and seeing you leave and walk out of her home once again was breaking her heart.

She was letting you walk out again, and she felt utterly hopeless.

As she watched you leave, she promised herself that she would do everything in her power to make things right, to do right by you and be the girl that you deserved.

She was going to fight for you, no matter what.

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Hiiii!! I have a Pedro request - f & plus size reader if that is okay!

So reader has some friends visiting/staying at Pedro’s place for holiday whilst he’s on a break from projects and they all decide to go out for casual brunch one day. They think they have slipped out incognito however haven’t realised that someone caught wind and alerted the paparazzi (who are outside restaurant waiting to pounce). When they leave Pedro and reader get mobbed by paps (reader is shoved/pushed an gets hurt - grazes, split lip, possible black eye i’ll let you choose). Pedro becomes protective and quickly tries to get them back home. He then tends to the wounds etc and consoles them.

Make it as angsty/fluffy as you like, thankyouuu!! <3

Not going to lie, I delayed this one a little because I wasn’t in a bad mood, like, sometimes I write the ideas when it matches my mood, not sure if it’s good or not but here I am today trying to write this one as I don’t really feel good. I don’t really know how to explain it, and it doesn’t really matter, so there it is!

Also I noticed I’ve never written any story set up during winter, probably because I don’t like it 😂 I’m going to try here. It’s a small detail that will help.

I hope you like it!!!

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You were the first one to arrive at Pedro’s house. He invented a few friends to his house for the weekend as he finally came back from filming. He was on a break as it was a week before new year’s. Of course he came back for Christmas, but he didn’t get to see you before leaving to spend the holidays with his family and you with yours.

So, he decided to make a new year’s weekend. It was on a Sunday, so it was perfect. He wanted to do a party on Saturday night and a nice brunch the next day to like sober up and start the year with his closest friends. It would be later in the afternoon probably as no one would be up for 12 or even 1pm. So you arrived there first like you wanted, hoping to have a few moments alone with him. You haven’t seen him un months. FaceTime and texts don’t count as real physical interactions. After some time everyone started to arrive, so the party could start.

The party went great. Music blasting very loud, drinking, dancing, talking, playing games, everything that could be done was done. You all counted down till midnight. Not to forget the tradition, Pedro kissed you went the clock rang. You were blushing as you didn’t expect him to kiss you. You hoped for it, but you’re so used to be private and never do anything in public that it surprised you.

Yes. You’re dating, but you’ve not made anything official. You want to see where it goes before making big commitments, plus you don’t want to deal with all the haters and such. You have other stuff to be focused on. But, your closest a friends know about it, so you don’t have to hide in your own home surrounded by people you can trust.

The party went on until 3/4am. That’s why you only woke up in the afternoon. It was around 12pm, and you were the last to wake up. You were surprised as you thought no one would be up so early, but it was good, because it meant you could go eat at the restaurant.

Going out after that party was risky, but Pedro made reservations in a secluded spot, so you wouldn’t see anyone. He wanted to have a fancy lunch, but didn’t want to have it at home. You tried to come as secretly as possible, in a regular car, almost entering the place one by one. And you did, well at least that’s what you thought.

When you were at the end of the lunch, trying to enjoy your desserts, you all heard voices outside. Not paying attention to it at first, thinking it was maybe a big group at a table in the restaurant, you tried to get back to your lunch. But Pedro had a feeling. He got up and went to the bathroom, making him go through the restaurant. As he did, he caught a glance outside and saw what he feared: a large group of paparazzi trying to get in.

“We have a problem” he said as he came back, looking worried.

“What’s wrong?” You asked him as he sat back next to you, avoiding any eye contact. You put your hand on his thigh. “Pedro”

“Paparazzi” everyone looked at him. “I don’t know how they know, but they’re outside waiting for us”

“seriously” one of his friends sighed

“How?” Another one asked, upset

“I don’t know” Pedro said, starting to get angry too

“Let’s finish our desserts then we will improvise” you said trying to calm him down

“I can’t believe it” he said shaking his head, grabbing his spoon and picking a piece of his cake. “I made a reservation, we arrived in small groups, no one saw us”

“It’s okay” you said “we’ll go out by the back door”

“No it’s not okay. We should be able to leave outside, in peace”

“I know”

You all tried to finish your desserts as relaxed and happy as you could, but it was a lost cause. No one talked, too focused on what could happen next. You all had a reason to fear this moment, making you angrier at each second. At some point you had to leave, so Pedro got up and left the room first. You decided to join him, not wanting him to make some mistake because of his anger.

“Excuse me, I would like to speak to the manager” Pedro said at the first server he saw once he got out. The young man pointed to an older one behind a bar, talking to a lady. You both walked to him, which made him stop his conversation.

“Hello” he said nervously

“Hi, I was wondering if there was another exit to leave because as you can see it’s a little complicated for us to just go through the front door” he said in a dry tone

“I’m sorry but there isn’t”

“What?” You said surprised

“What do you mean there isn’t an other exit?” Pedro was getting angrier

“Don’t you have an emergency exit?”

“We do but it just leads to a backyard, completely closed by walls”

“Shit” Pedro said looking around. “So what if there’s a fire you’re just stuck in there? What kind of restaurant is this?” He started to raise his voice

“Calm down P, it’s not his fault” you said putting your hand in his stomach.

“Yeah by the way, how did they know we were here?” He asked “When I made my reservation, which was made with you precisely, how did it get out?”

“I-I don’t know” he said anxiously. “Only the two servers and I knew about your reservation”

“So it’s the two servers. I would like to see them”

“I’m not sure if it is a good idea” you said, looking at Pedro who was staring at the manager. “Pedro” he finally looked at you, his eyes filled with anger. “I think we should focus on leaving and get home safe, that’s all that matters” he took a deep breath

“Okay. Let’s get out of here” you took his hand and you both went back to the room where you had your lunch. “So, there’s no back door, we’ll just have to confront the paparazzi” he said to everyone. They all started to mumble and swear.

“Let’s go” you said

You took a deep breath as you followed Pedro outside, holding his hand tightly. You barely stepped outside that all you could see were flashes from their cameras. You didn’t realize there were so many people. It was the worst minute of your life and it was going insanely slow. Pedro struggled so much to get through them that you felt like you weren’t even walking.

You couldn’t even hear what they were saying. You just heard words here and there. “Pedro! Pedro! How do you feel being seen with Y/n?” You first heard. “What… think.. her size?” You then heard. They were trying to get any type of reaction. If they couldn’t get a good one, they would search on the negative ones. Sadness, anger, anything that would make a perfect picture. “Defenseless”, “.. heard fat jokes?”, “weird relationship”, “Pedro what do you see in Y/n?” And laughing.

As you thought it couldn’t get worse, they thought it would be funny to start pushing around. As if being verbally mean wasn’t enough, they started to get physical. Pedro always told you to never respond to anyone if they were too many people, to keep your head down and leave as fast as possible. But they were really too many. You’ve ever seen so much people. They probably had no one else to harass. Business was hard for them.

That’s what made them touch you. You felt hands trying to grab your arms. You even felt some touching your stomach. You felt tears forming in your eyes, but you had to hide them, it wasn’t the right time. Pedro stayed very close to you, holding you close to him. He was begging them to stop. The weather didn’t help. The snow on the ground, it was freezing and slippery. As you were being pushed around, you found it hard to walk properly.

You had to look up to see where you were going. But when you did, something unexpected happen. You’ll remember that moment for the rest of your life. You were almost out of the group, you looked up, a little on your right. You randomly looked at a camera, but it was the bad one.

Because the camera went down, not taking you in pictures anymore. You then looked at the person behind. A young lady, she looked younger than you. She was wearing a red beanie and she had curly blond hair. You saw the expression in her eyes: jealousy. She was filled with anger, not sure why at first. But then, you saw that she raised her hand, formed a fist that ended on your face. More specifically in your left eye.

Her action made you fall on the ground, slipping off Pedro’s embrace that was trying to protect you. Once on the ground, it was difficult to focus. Too many flashes, Pedro yelling, his friends trying to gather around you to hide and protect you. Next thing you knew, Pedro grabbed you and helped you run as far away as he could.

Once you finally got to his car, you couldn’t hold the tears anymore. Neither of you said anything. You still in the rush and too scared. Pedro wanted to drive you to the emergency room, just to make sure you didn’t get a concussion or anything. But he knew it would be a bad idea. The paparazzi would know you would do that, and the same scene would happen again.

He could still call a doctor to come home if needed. So he drove home. Once there, he helped you get out, and you both walked to his bathroom. Once you were laying against the sink, seeing you were stable, that’s when he broke the silence.

“Are you okay?” He looked at you, but you couldn’t look at him. You were staring at the floor. “I’m so sorry, I should have protected you more, I-” he stopped talking when you hold his hand. He get you were still shaking. You were in shock. You finally made eye contact

“It’s.. it’s not your fault” you said softly. Your voice was so low that you didn’t even know if you actually said it out loud

“I know but still, I could have done better”

“Don’t feel guilty” you said turning around, looking at yourself in the mirror. Your skin was turning purple around your eye. You barely touched it that it hurt. “Ouch”

“Let me take care of you” he said breaking the space between you two, putting his hands on your shoulders. He then grabbed your hand and brought you to his bedroom and made you sit on the edge.

He held your feet, carefully removing your shoes covered in snow. Your pants were wet because of your fall, and you had snow on your coat. Pedro helped you get out of your clothes and left you in your underwear.

“Don’t move” he said before rushing to the bathroom again. You heard him open the water. Ten minutes later he came out, walked to you, offering his hand. Grabbing it, you both went back in the bathroom. “Get in the bath, I’ll get ice for your eye” you smiled. “We’ll clean those little wounds after okay?” He said looking at the small red wounds you had in your arms and legs. You would definitely bruise there too.

He helped you get in, and left you alone for a moment. You surprisingly felt a little better. The pain started to get away, probably thanks to the hot water that made you forget your own body. You closed your eyes and started to breath deeply, trying to calm down. But it only made you relive that scene again. Your eyes shuttered open when you saw the punch again.

Pedro came back with ice for your eye. He even helped you wash yourself as your body was starting to hurt. After the bath, he cleaned your wounds and put cream on it. He brought your pyjamas and helped you get dressed. The pain was coming back, you could barely move. Your body was stiff.

“How do you feel?” He said holding your face

“Everything hurts”

“What about your eye?” He said looking carefully at the bruise

“Only when I touch it”

“And your head? Do you feel dizzy or anything? Nausea?”

“I’m good”

“I just want to make sure you don’t have a concussion or anything”

“She didn’t hit me that hard” you sighed

“Still”

“I’m fine” you looked at each other

“We don’t have to talk about it now, or tomorrow, but I don’t want you to withdraw into yourself. I’m here okay?”

“Thank you” you said hugging him. You pulled back, looking at him when you realized. “Wait, are you okay? Did you get hurt or something? I didn’t even ask, d-”

“I’m okay, they didn’t get me” you felt better “I wished they hit me instead of you”

“Don’t say that”

“I would rather they hurt me than you”

“Look I’m okay, it’s just a few bruises”

“Are you sure? They said some pretty bad things back there” you didn’t answer right away as you started to remember it. “Shit I made you remember it” Pedro said, realizing what he just did. “But let me make it clear, what they said isn’t true okay? It’s not important what they said, they were just trying to get us to snap. Cariño you’re the sweetest, most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on” he said, his hands on your face. You felt butterflies in your stomach. You smiled and probably blushed too as you felt your cheeks heating.

“No no yeah I know it’s not true, I know how they are..” you tried to reassure him “let’s just go to bed okay? I just want this day to be over”

“What a way to start this new year” he joked. He was unsure if he should have said that so he was paying attention to your reaction. But when you chuckled he felt better. He saw a small smile on your face. It reassured him.

After talking a little to his friends and saying good night, you both went to bed together, cuddled up. None of you letting go of each other. You spent the night glued together.

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Till Death do us Part Pt.2

Summary: My grandmother had always told me stories about the days when New Orleans was run by the originals. She said it was rumored they had perished in a fire in 1919, but most believed they had run away. Leaving us at the mercy of Marcel Gerard, a vampire once close with the Mikaelsen. Now the ruler of the city, for decades it was fine, it really was a time of peace and prosperity. Not anymore.

Warnings: a little Angsty, I wrote it really sporadically throughout the week so I don’t know how it will read.

A/N: So I just took my SAT and ACT in the spam of two weeks so I had to do a lot of studying. Basically my point is I hope this turned out okay as I was writing here and there when I had the chance. Hope it’s good 👍 @masset-fotia @donttellmehowtowrite

A week later, I sat in the Mikaelson mansion with several unpacked boxes staring at me.

“I can help you unpack those if you want?” Elijah asked from the doorway.

“Oh, there’s no need, I just don’t know where to put any of it. I don’t think my stuff matches your decor very well.” I laughed.

“Feel free to move or change anything you like.”

“No, I already feel bad you’re sleeping in a different room. There's no need to change anything in here. I’ll just take out what I need for now and put the rest in the basement.”

Things had been awkward with Elijah, it didn’t help that we didn’t have time to get to know each other, with him always at his family's beck and call. We had barely been in the same room since the wedding.

“How has the move been sitting with you?” He asked, stepping further into the room.

“Oh, it’s been interesting,” I said honestly, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “Going from living alone in a modern apartment to living in an old mansion with four in-laws can be quite exciting. Your family is something else.”

He smiled, “yes, yes we are.” It was a beautiful smile. One that could have melted the coldest of hearts.

Just then, Rebekah knocked on the open door. “Sorry to interrupt, Elijah, but Klaus is looking for you.”

He nodded solemnly and turned back to me. “I'm sorry I should go.”

“No, go ahead, I entirely understand.”

He paused before leaving. “Would you like to join me for dinner downstairs tonight?”

“I’d love to.”

“Then Mrs Mikaelson I’ll see you later.”

Elijah’s perspective

“Elijah, are you really going through all this trouble for this girl?” Klaus said, following Elijah around the house.

“She’s not just some girl any more Klaus’s, she’s my wife, remember.” He said slightly annoyed.

“Oh, I remember the party, it was quite fun, but was it even binding?”

“I made a vow to be with her for the rest of my immortal life, till death do us part, or did you miss that part? The least I could do is prepare a nice meal for just the two of us.” He stopped in the large dining room and instructed the compelled waiters to set the table. “You seemed happy when I married, Niklaus, why can’t you just let me have the spare time to focus on this?”

“I was happy because the witches now rely on us for power. Now I don’t trust her because she’s getting in the way of you and our family.”

“She hasn’t done anything, and I’m not putting her before the family.”

“Fine Elijah, have your dinner, but keep in mind what happened to all the other women you brought close to this family. I’d really hate to see you lose another one.” Klaus smiled and walked out of the room.

I knew it was all just a play to get under my skin. He was only acting out of jealousy, but I couldn’t help but think of the past. How could I have been so stupid to not think about what it could mean for (y/n) to be in this family.

(Y/n) perspective

I finally finished getting ready and headed downstairs. Even just for dinner in my own home, I was nervous, but to be fair, it didn’t quite feel like home yet. I walked into the dinning room and Elijah was already at one end of the table waiting for me; he was still staring off into the distance.

“Elijah,” I said, snapping him out of it. “Are you ok?”

“Oh yes, I'm perfectly fine.” He stood up and offered me the seat across from him.

“Ever so the gentleman, I see.”

“You look very lovely this evening.”

“Thank you, don't tell him, but I'm attempting to impress my husband.” I joked. He smiled, but it didn’t seem as genuine as the one I saw earlier. I panicked, thinking I crossed a line or touched a nerve.

There was silence for a short while as we ate. “The witches have told me of great progress in the covens since the wedding. There hasn’t been any effects on you or your siblings, has there?”

“No, no, Klaus is still a little bitter, but nothing wrong.”

“Good, I’m glad.”

Silence ensued again, Elijah still seemed distant and in deep thought. I can’t help, but feel over something that I did.

I put down my fork, done eating. “You know, if there's anything you’re you or your siblings need help with, I’d be glad to pitch in. I could…”

“No,” he sternly interrupted. “I’d rather you didn’t get involved with them.”

“Oh, yeah ok that’s fine, just wanted to say that if you require my help…”

His face was stone-cold serious. “No, that won’t be needed, your stay here in this family is only for business purposes anyway. It’s probably best you just go ahead and head back to your room now.” He stood up and gestured to the stairs. I was stunned as he pulled back my chair for me. I stood up and slowly walked away, wrapping my head around what he just said.

I turned back around. “Goodnight, Elijah.” He didn’t even look back at me this time. I felt a few tears swell in my eyes and I quickly wiped them away. This wasn’t how being married was supposed to be.

For the next few weeks, I stayed locked up in my room, I preferred not to see Elijah. He’s once calming presence only felt cold now. I thought we could work something out, grow to love each other. At least be friends, but it just must not be in the cards.

When I did leave the mansion to see the witches and visit my aunt, I had to quietly sneak out in hopes I wouldn’t run into him. I had almost made it to the door, but a swoosh shut it before I could get out. Rebekah, of all people, blocking me.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m just going to see my aunt, check in on her and the covens.”

“I'm aware that, I’m asking about why you never come out of your room? Why do you sneak around? Being married to my brother not good enough for you?”

“Oh course not.” She gave me a stern look. “He’s the one with the problem, I thought we could make it work, but he doesn’t even want to be around me anymore.” I said defensively. I attempted to push past her and leave, but she wouldn’t let me.

“Oh come now, that can’t be true, he seemed so happy when we planned the wedding, and you moved. Elijah wouldn’t just ignore you, that sounds much more like something Niklaus would…” she paused as if something stuck her. She moved away from the door and started to walk upstairs.

“Does this mean I can go?” I wait for a reply, but no response. Guess I’m good to leave then.

When I arrived at my aunt's house, she was impatiently waiting for me in the living room. “(Y/n), I’m so glad you can finally join me.”

“I’m so sorry, Josefina, there was an issue with the Mikaelsons as I was leaving.”

“No need for excuses. I’m used to your tardiness by now. What’s important is that things are going well there, you haven’t had issues with any of the vampires?”

“No I haven’t” I slightly lied.

“What happened?”

“Nothing happened.”

“(Y/n)?”

“Okay fine, it’s just living there and being married to someone I don’t know, it’s not easy. He barely even looks at me nowadays.”

“The covens have reported less connection to the Mikealson these last few weeks. The whole arrangement depends on your relationship with him.”

“That’s a lot of pressure when I’m the only one in the relationship endeavoring to have one. We had dinner once, and he basically ordered me to my room at the end.”

“I shouldn’t have let you marry him, not after what happened with Marcel.”

“That had nothing to do with them.”

“They’re all vampires.” She sighed, “I liked Elijah, but (y/n) if he doesn’t stop then you come straight back here, you understand?”

“Yes Josefina.”

It was so strange, married for barely over a month and I already have a bag packed to leave. I liked Elijah truly, but the coven's magic is beginning to suffer more and more each day. Not to mention I constantly felt alone every night in this big empty room.

Sometimes Rebekah stopped by. She seemed mad at Elijah and Klaus, so she spent a lot of her time convincing me to leave the house and go out with her. But at night I was still alone.

I finally got up the courage to walk down the hall to the small study where Elijah spent most of his time. I knocked on the door, and I was surprised when he called for me to come in. Usually, he would tell me to leave him be or some nice way to say fuck off.

“Elijah?”

“Yes, (y/n)?” He said, slightly less cold than usual.

I straighten my posture and harden my resolve. “Josefina says the connection between the covens and us grows weaker every day. If we stay at it like this any long, the bond will become void. I can understand where you may feel discontent with having to be married to me, but you asked for an alliance with the witches and if this fails their feud will only grow. I don’t want war between vampires and witches, I know who wins. Marcel killed a countless number of witches during his reign. So if you're not willing to try this, then I’ve already packed. If I leave now the coven won’t blame vampires for the failure, just me, and at least then we can end this in peace…”

“Stop.” He interrupted, moving from his desk to stand in front of me. He was an intimidating, towering figure directly over me, but I stood my ground. “Don’t go.” I looked up, confused. He took my hand gently in his. “Rebekah already confronted me earlier. I wasn’t trying to ignore you, or be so mean. Niklaus got in my head, that was all. You have to understand that my family, we’ve hurt so many people. I’ve seen so many people I cared for get killed by being near this family, I was hoping to spare you the same fate.”

“Do you know why it’s just me and my aunt? My mother was killed by vampires, I had to be raised by my Grandmother. A strong and hard-headed witch, who told me stories of a time when a family of vampires ruled the city before Marcel. As a kid, a blamed him for my mother murder, then he put in his law against practicing magic. My grandmother didn’t listen and was the first to be executed in the square. I blamed him for both their deaths for years, but a part of me always hoped that the vampires my grandmother told me stories about would come and fix all of it. That they would take back the city and the witches could be free. That's why I agreed to marry you in the first place, you were the knight in shining armor I dreamed about. I chose to be here, don't forget that.”

He still held both my hands in his, “I hope you’ll choose to stay here then. Give me a second chance to be a real gentleman this time.”

“Only if you don’t push me away.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” He said, pulling me closer, so we were mere inches apart. “Would it be alright if I kissed my wife?” He whispered,

“You don’t have to be that much of a gentleman.” I said. Grabbing his tie and connecting our lips together. The kiss full of passion as we let go of all the restraint and worries we had been holding on to.

#vampire diaries x reader #elijah mikaelson x y/n #elijah x y/n #elijah x reader #elijah mikaelson x reader #elijah mikealson imagine #the originals x reader

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Coconut

Summer Job!AU | Manager!Jimin x Waitress!Reader (ft. BTS)

genre: smut and angst (bittersweet ending)

rating: explicit

description: Summer jobs were temporary. Therefore, summer crushes were temporary. No need to fall for your ridiculously cute manager. But one slip of the tongue later + your perverted mind + endless flirting could only end in the inevitable. Fuck Jimin. Wait. No. Don’t.

word count: 17.8k

warnings: cussing, cheesy flirting, alcohol, lots of teasing, OC gets a small cut by accident on her finger, red-haired Jimin being such a menace, pining, wingman/best friend Tae being chaotic, minor jealousy, ANGSTY ENDING.

smut warnings: kissing, unprotected rough sex (remember, this is fantasy), dirty talk, oral sex (male and female receiving), fingering, creampie, dirty jokes, overstimulation, PRAISE (SO MUCH), body worship, begging, Dom!Jimin, spanking, etc.

a/n: If you don’t like coconuts… Well, I think you’ll still like this piece. Hehe. This was inspired by some real events in my life (highly exaggerated of course LOL). This fic has been in my WIPs for so long and I’m thrilled to be done. Jimin has been wrecking me a lot and I knew he’d fit this story the moment I got inspired to write it. Please enjoy and I hope to hear what you think if you’d like to share! 💕 😄

This fic was also inspired by this tweet. Also, the fic is partially unedited b/c I really was excited to get it out! Excuse any mistakes. :)

You told yourself there was no point in liking him. It wasn’t like you would see him after you quit your job and go back to school. The excitement wasn’t worth overthinking. But boy, were you crushing on your manager bad.

God, you wanted to punch yourself on a daily basis whenever you were around him. Why did he have to be so cute? So nice? So attractive? When did your “tiny” crush on him fester into something more than it should have been? You could barely hold yourself together anymore.

Things were fine when you first met him. It was opening day for the restaurant and the boss scheduled you for some reason even though you had zero working experience. Wasn’t exactly the best move on his part, but he was desperate and you were available.

Upon entering, you watched as employees in a scattered frenzy tried to spruce up the place last minute before it hit 11:00 AM. Some were on ladders fixing electrical units, others were cleaning, a few were in the back making phone calls; they were in dire need of help.

Despite all the chaos, he noticed your presence and walked over right away, a hand already extended out to shake yours.

“Hi, I’m Park Jimin. I’m one of the managers here. Nice to meet you.”

He flashed you this gorgeous smile, so perfectly radiant and flawless. It was one that you still remembered till this day because it was the same smile he always gave you. The one where his eyes resembled crescent moons and expressed genuine joy.

Yes, Jimin was cute. Beyond cute. But you didn’t want to think more of him than just that—a cute guy. Your perspective on him would change once you started working with him, you assumed. He’d probably be really strict like the managers you heard from your friend’s workplace or the ones depicted on television.

But no, you could not be more wrong. Jimin was the exact opposite. You learned he was the kindest manager out of the three working there. This was your first job and you were afraid your lack of experience would frustrate him. However, he was patient and very understanding. Learning to be a server with his guidance was a long but pleasant experience.

Now you were a lead role model for your coworkers at the restaurant. Jimin never failed to compliment you at the most random times, make small talk with you, put a hand on your shoulder when you were tired, and he even mopped the floor for you once on your closing shift (something he definitely didn’t have to do).

Little things like that made your heart soft. Fortunately, you didn’t work with him every day, which thank god because your poor heart would not be able to handle it. Days apart from him were necessary or else how were you to mentally prepare yourself for when you saw him again? You didn’t want to risk looking foolish.

However, he sure made it difficult for you to keep calm. Was it when you felt him staring at you that one day when you started crushing on him more than usual? When he called out your name and said, “[Y/N], you’re a good person” out of nowhere?

Or was it when you couldn’t figure out how to open the cash register and he laughed at you before saying, “I can’t help but tease you because you’re so cute.” ?

OR it could have been that day when he upset you by saying you get overwhelmed too easily at work and later softly telling you, “You know you’re my favorite, right?” in the most soothing, yet concerned voice?

… Yeah. Your heart was definitely his that day. And every day from then on.

*Knock, knock*

“[Y/N]! Your break is almost over! What are you doing in the restroom? Are you okay?”

You snapped out of your thoughts, quickly realizing you weren’t at home and were still on the toilet of your workplace’s restroom. “Uh, yeah! I’m okay, Seokjin!”

“Well, hurry up and come out of there. The next table is yours.”

Reluctant, you got up and went over to the sink to wash your hands. Seokjin was the strictest manager at the restaurant and intimidated you. As one of the oldest employees with the most experience, you knew he was only doing his job, but his strict ways made you miss Jimin. At least you would get to see him tomorrow.

So far so good. You made it through the first shift without being nervous around Jimin. Well, the restaurant was unexpectedly packed for a weekday, so you couldn’t talk much to him anyway…

But you still thought you deserved a pat on the back. Your coworker, May, was on her break so it was just you and Jimin in the restaurant plus the chefs in the back. The morning rush was exhilarating but stressful, so you were happy that there weren’t any customers right now in the afternoon.

The quiet atmosphere was pleasant and you were enjoying the serenity until the couple who owned the pie shop next door walked in. They introduced themselves, sparked up a friendly conversation with Jimin, and handed him a pamphlet of the sweets they had to offer. He thanked them and they left a minute later.

You tilted your head to get a better angle at the pamphlet in his hands and he was quick to notice.

“Wanna look at it with me?” Jimin asked with a grin. You nodded and he stood closer to you, placing the pamphlet on top of the cash drawer. “All my friends tell me their pies are really good.”

“Oh really?” you said, making sure your voice was as stable as possible. “I’ve seen some of our customers come in with the mini ones. They do look really good.”

“Yeah, I want to buy one.”

Skimming the options they had available, your eyes immediately took note of the kind you’ve always loved—coconut cream pie. “Oh, I love coconut!”

You pointed at the picture with your index finger and Jimin replied without a single thought, “Yeah, I love cream pies.”

The muscles in your mouth stiffened so hard when the words he said finally processed in your perverted brain. You were one moment from bursting out into laughter, but you didn’t want to get fired. Yes, Jimin was friendly with you but! He was still your manager and you had to remain professional.

The fact that you were also a bit aroused hearing him say that made you cringe at yourself, but the amusement was too distracting to focus on lust. Jimin seemed unaware that his poor choice of words was something unusual to say aloud. He effortlessly continued making small talk with you like the smooth conversationalist he was until your coworker came back.

You thought you would have forgotten about his comment until later that night when he was cleaning the tablet used for the restaurant’s music.

“Why is it so dirty?” Jimin asked aloud to no one in particular. Except you were standing right there, so you assumed he was talking to you.

“Because you touched it?” you replied innocently. Which you meant in the literal sense. He handled the tablet daily, so the natural oiliness from his fingertips most likely transferred onto the glass surface.

“Was that supposed to be a dirty joke?”

His response was so bold that it threw you off guard. “No?”

“You’re dirty, [Y/N]~,” he teased with a chuckle. The manager front he was supposed to be exhibiting was nonexistent right now. It felt like you two were merely friends having a playful conversation.

“Me? I’m dirty? Says the one who said he likes creampies.”

At that moment, you wanted to slap yourself. What were you thinking saying such a thing?! Even though May was in the restroom at the time, one of the chefs could have overheard you. You were so embarrassed and thought Jimin would scold you for being so vulgar, but he seemed unbothered.

“Yeah. I do!” he exclaimed with confidence. You reacted quickly, letting out an innocent giggle to ease the embarrassment you felt and grabbed a small wet towel to wipe the tables down. Heading towards the farthest table from the POS station (and from him), you removed the stains left by messy customers earlier that evening. Jimin watched you, a cheshire grin on his face as he grabbed the bottle of cleaning solution you left behind and walked over to you.

You saw him set it down on the table you were cleaning and thanked him without looking back at him. But then he leaned over to be closer to you, whispering ever so softly and laying a hand on your shoulder, “And here I thought you were innocent.”

You should have kept your mouth shut, but you replied again without thinking. “And so what if I’m not?”

He grinned, shrugging his shoulders and raised an eyebrow. “I don’t mind.”

Your face heated up in a matter of milliseconds, and he left you alone to do the rest of your side jobs for the rest of the night.

“Isn’t it weird?!”

“I’m not sure...”

You pouted at your best friend, looking right at your laptop’s camera to simulate eye contact. “Oh… so Jimin isn’t flirting with me? I knew it. This is why I don’t like assuming things! I’m always wrong.”

He leaned closer to his webcam, staring into your soul with his piercing gaze. “Well, I don’t know. I mean, some things sound like flirting and some don’t.”

You bit your lip, knowing that the one solid evidence you have of Jimin flirting was the coconut story. However, you didn’t want to tell Taehyung about that. It was too funny and also a somewhat personal moment that you and Jimin shared. So you didn’t say anything and told him about all the other things Jimin has said to you.

“I just think,” you began to say, “he’s nice to everybody, but he makes an effort to talk to me more. And he always finds an excuse to touch me. Like patting my back or rubbing my shoulder.”

“Hmm, some guys are like that with a lot of girls.”

“It’s misleading then,” you countered with annoyance.

“Oh man, really? I should probably stop doing that then,” he said with a laugh. You let out a sigh.

“I feel dumb…”

Taehyung softened his gaze at your defeated look. “Hey~, don’t be. I don’t know if he likes you or not. He’s most likely attracted to you. I mean, I am.”

“Oh quit lying, you’re just trying to make me feel better.”

“Well, I tried,” he said while throwing his hands up in defeat. You scowled at him and he let out a laugh. “Go enjoy dinner with your coworkers. You look good, so maybe you and him will finally get drunk and get laid.”

“Taehyung!”

“What? I encourage it,” he said with a hand on his heart. “When was the last time you got some anyway?”

“N-None of your business! I’m ending the call.”

“Okay then remember! Spell coconut!”

Your eyes widened at hearing that word come out of his mouth. What did he mean by that? You didn’t even tell him your story!

“What?!”

“Coconut…” he repeated, like it was the most obvious term in the world. “Did you not see that tweet going around Twitter?”

“Um, no?”

“Oh my god, I have to teach you everything. It said dick riding tip #1 is to spell coconut with your waist when you’re riding him. Thank me later.”

“Why would I do that? When I’m having sex, I don’t want to spell. The fuck?”

“It feels amazing for the guy and for you. You should try it out.”

“Like I’m going to get a chance to do that with Jimin.”

“You never know~.”

“Bye.”

‘Freakin’ coconuts…’

Nervous was an understatement. You could feel yourself trembling as you drove to the restaurant. Were you dressed appropriately? What wardrobe would be appropriate for Korean barbecue?

You hoped putting on your prettiest blouse and jeans would be acceptable. Anything you wore would reek with the stench of grilled meat the next day anyway.

Once you parked outside the restaurant, you stepped out of your car and locked it. On top of facing Jimin, social gatherings gave you minor anxiety. You’ve never hung out with your co-workers outside of work before. Which was a shame because you liked them all so much. The words “We should hang out sometime!” meant nothing if you didn’t follow through.

If it wasn’t for your boss, Kim Namjoon, treating everyone to dinner tonight, you didn’t think you’d get a chance to bond with them. And this way of thinking calmed you down enough to step inside the restaurant. The lighting was on the dimmer side, a cool shade of blue mixed with some white. It wasn’t hard to find the party of 10 (you being the tenth) sitting at the long table in the corner.

And of course the last seat at the end of the table was right next to Jimin. My oh my did he look as handsome as ever. His black hair was pushed back to the side, exposing his forehead. You’d think he invented sexy foreheads. And casual clothing. He was too beautiful for this world.

Uh oh, he caught you staring at him pushing his hair back. You diverted your gaze and locked eyes with your coworkers instead, who all stood up to greet you.

“[Y/N]’s here!” May, your favorite coworker, cried. You went over to her immediately and embraced her in a hug. Your other coworkers joined in and you let out a laugh as you greeted Pearl, Tarynn, and Hoseok.

“You’re late!” Pearl teased, nudging you with her elbow. “You took your time to look extra nice, huh?” She smacked your butt (typical Pearl) and laughed at your surprised expression.

“Pearl~!” you whined. She mocked your whiny tone and then hugged you as an apology.

“You’re just so cute!”

“It’s really good to see you!” Tarynn said, pushing Pearl out of the way for a second to hug you.

“Rude!” Pearl scoffed, but the smile on her face showed you she wasn’t really upset.

“It’s good to see you too~,” you cooed. After letting go, Hoseok almost tackled you with his tight embrace.

“[Y/N]!!!” He always was the most lively of the bunch. “It’s been a while!!!”

“Well, you only work twice a week after all…” you snickered as you returned the hug. He let go and chuckled at your comment.

“Good, everyone’s here!” Namjoon announced, flashing you a kind smile that showed off his dimples. “Welcome [Y/N]. Take a seat next to Jimin.”

“I saved it just for you,” Jimin informed while patting the cushion. You swore you saw him wink at you and tried not to freeze up like an idiot.

“Hm, I didn’t really want to sit next to you,” you said, trying to play hard to get for no apparent reason.

‘Way to go, lie to the man. You doofus.’

Jimin pretended to appear incredulous at your response, and you sat down with a nervous smile. In front of you was May, which relieved you because she was your favorite for a reason. Always so warm and friendly, full of smiles at the restaurant. Kind of like another Hoseok but less extroverted.

Next to her right side was Min Yoongi, one of the chefs at the restaurant. If Jimin or Seokjin called out, he would sometimes be a manager for the day. In fact, he was the one that interviewed you and called you a few days later saying you got the job. He was rather on the quiet side but polite nevertheless. He gave you a small wave when you sat down.

“Alright, everyone! Please order as much as you want. I’m buying and I want you all to have fun!” Namjoon announced, raising his voice so everyone could hear him. He was on the other side of Jimin, which made him at the center point of the table. It was only fitting because he was the boss.

Seokjin, who was across from him, added, “Order alcohol too!”

“Not everyone is of age!” Namjoon scolded, to which Seokjin let out a laugh that sounded oddly parallel to a windshield wiper. This caused everyone else to burst out into laughter as well.

“I mean, I’m legal so I’m going to get drunk,” Pearl declared. She was right next to Seokjin and they high-fived each other.

“Me too!” Tarynn exclaimed and Jungkook, the other chef sitting between her and Namjoon, tsk-ed at her.

“You shouldn’t be drinking,” he said while shaking his head. She gave him a sheepish grin and he sighed, knowing she was the type to rebel. “But if you do, I’ll be the one driving you home.”

“Okay~.”

“Yeah, I’m probably not going to drink much…” Hoseok mumbled. Pearl shook her head in disapproval and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“We’re drinking and that’s that. Lightweight.”

“Am not!”

You smiled to yourself seeing your coworkers bicker back and forth. Opening the laminated menu in front of you, your eyes searched for the alcohol section.

“Are you going to drink, [Y/N]?”

It was May asking and she had her menu open as well. You lowered the menu enough to meet her eyes before replying with, “I don’t know… I think someone has to be the designated driver here.”

“That’s true. I’m sure Namjoon isn’t drinking though. If you drink, I’ll drink,” she suggested, a flirty wink followed right after.

“May~, you’re trying to get me drunk!”

“Ooh, [Y/N] drunk? I’d like to see that,” Jimin chimed in. You glared at him and he had the most smug grin plastered on his face.

“Are you going to drink?”

“If you take me home,” he casually replied.

“Oh boy,” Yoongi said with a chuckle. “Didn’t think you were that type of woman, [Y/N].”

“W-What?! But! He!”

You were too shocked to come up with a proper reply and it caused the three around you to laugh.

“I’m just teasing!” Yoongi assured. “Jimin’s quite the flirt whether he’s drunk or not, honestly.”

“You jealous, babe?” Jimin asked him with a smirk.

“Oh yeah, babe. Cheating on me with [Y/N] hurts.”

“But I love you the most.”

“What is happening right now?” May asked with a giggle. You rolled your eyes at the chaotic duo before pressing the call button for a server to come over. Thankfully that stopped everyone from their chatter for a moment and allowed your heart to calm down.

The tabletop grills were ablaze and the sound of sizzling meat made everyone salivate. It wasn’t long before Seokjin and Pearl went shot for shot. You’ve never seen him be so loose and not uptight. Pearl, on the other hand, was not a surprise to see going wild. Suited her personality, you thought. They were the two oldest out of the group and yet they were cackling like young teenagers.

Their energy was infectious to those around them, especially Hoseok. His face was flushed a bright red and he looked lost every now and then. Tarynn was young, but she could handle her alcohol like a pro. Jungkook was also more vocal tonight and you’ve never seen him so carefree.

Namjoon and Jimin were occupied in their own conversations with Yoongi occasionally joining in. You and May kept cooking the meat and stuffing your faces to your heart’s content. You had a couple of shots and so did she, but you both agreed you wouldn’t go wild tonight.

“Oh, does this place have dessert?” May asked you.

“I don’t think so. Do you want to get boba or something?” You ate a piece of brisket and saw Jimin turning his attention back to you.

“Funny, I wanted some pie.”

That made you almost choke to death. You began coughing and then horrible wheezing sounds spewed out while you hit your chest with your fist to help the meat go down. Jimin patted your back and asked you if you were okay while May handed you some water. Before the whole table grew aware of what was happening, you gulped the drink down and felt a rush of relief.

“I’m okay,” you breathed, still trying to not cough.

“You sure?” May asked, not entirely convinced. Jimin stared at you too, waiting for an answer.

“Y-Yeah. I just need to go to the restroom real quick.”

You escaped the vicinity to calm yourself down. Fortunately, no one was inside the restroom and you could catch your breath. Gosh, you really humiliated yourself in front of Jimin—in front of almost everybody. Stupid pie.

It sparked back the memory of when he first admitted he liked creampies. What started as a chortle quickly turned into a giggle and you covered your mouth to stop yourself from cackling. It was still funny, hilarious even. And nothing more than an amusing incident.

You definitely did not want to linger on the fact he said he liked creampies and didn’t mind the fact that you weren’t as innocent as he thought. You definitely did not want to think about him giving you a creampie. And most of all, you must not think about kissing his plump, probably super soft lips.

No. No thoughts like that. It’s been a fun night. Why ruin it?

You patted your cheeks with both hands to snap yourself out of your fantasy. Your stomach hurt a bit and you realized you really did have to use the restroom. You were sure the others wouldn’t take notice how long you were taking because they were too busy having fun (you hoped). Once you finished doing your business, washed your hands, and dried them off, you stepped outside and almost yelped from almost crashing into someone.

“J-Jimin?!”

“Hey, you okay? I wanted to check up on you because you were gone for a while.”

‘Of course you’d notice.’

Your stomach was queasy again and it wasn’t from the food. Curse those butterflies.

“I-I’m fine. My stomach hurt a little, but I’m better now.”

He eyed you closely. A bit too closely for your comfort. You took a tiny step back since the restrooms were in a ridiculously too narrow hallway. It was almost like the restaurant did this on purpose to force their customers to deal with awkward situations with the opposite sex.

“Alright then. Do you want dessert? I’m buying.”

“I’m good.”

“So that’s a no on the cream pie?”

Your eyes widened so much, you thought they would pop out of their eye sockets. “W-What?”

“The coconut pie.”

“You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?” you said, fuming a little because of his teasing.

“Maybe… but it’s because you’re so cute.” This compliment made you turn cherry red and he grinned. “I gotta use the restroom.”

He turned around to enter the men’s side and you hit him on his back before storming off. “You’re mean!”

Jimin couldn’t help but smile as he watched you head back to the table.

You were tempted to drink and let the alcohol erase your encounter with Jimin at the restrooms, but letting everyone see you in an inebriated state wasn’t ideal. You’ve already made a fool out of yourself one too many times tonight, so you opted to socialize and eat instead.

Those who decided to drink continued doing so until they were reduced to giggling fits. This included Jimin, who was usually really good with his alcohol (according to Namjoon). Yet he got so buzzed that he couldn’t even sit up straight. By the end of the dinner, only you, Jungkook, Yoongi, and Namjoon were sober enough to drive.

“I think we’re done here,” Namjoon stated while standing up. “I’ll go pay the bill.”

The drunkards chorused a loud cry of joy and their dissonance hurt your ears. You saw Jimin looking at you through heavy eyelids, close to falling asleep on the nearest thing available—which just so happens to be you. His head cozied up onto your left shoulder and you froze.

“Oh my gosh, Jimin’s sleeping on her shoulder!” May said in a loud whisper, pointing at you while doing so. Yoongi rubbed his chin and chuckled at your bewildered face.

“Jungkook’s taking Tarynn and Hoseok home. Namjoon’s got Pearl and Jin. I’m taking May home. Could you take Jimin home? He lives near you, I think.”

“Uh…” You glanced down at the man sleeping on you. He snuggled closer to the point where you thought your lips might touch if he tilted his head up a little more. You gave him a gentle push off of you, making him sleep against the booth instead. “I guess I could drive him home. But you have to help me get him in my car and give me the address.”

“Sure, not a problem.”

It’ll be fine, you thought. Jimin’s already knocked out. Wait, but did you have to help him inside his home? Oh man, why did you agree to this?

It was too late to back out now though. Namjoon came back and everyone helped each other get to their respective vehicles in one piece. You started your car as Yoongi helped Jimin, who was half-awake, get inside. He strapped him in and the click of the seatbelt let you know he was good to go.

“Thanks, Yoongi,” you said as you put on your own seatbelt.

“Yeah, drive safe. Don’t do anything weird.”

He gave you this smirk that suggested indecency and you were shocked once again for the night. Never would you have thought Min Yoongi would say that to you.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about!” you huffed. “Close the door.”

He gulped and shut the door when he noticed your glare. You didn’t need to be teased again for the night. Shifting into drive, you pulled out of the parking spot with caution and headed for the highway.

It was a quiet ride except for the soft snores coming from Jimin. His head was turned towards you and you couldn’t help but glance at him from the corner of your eye. He looked so peaceful, somewhat baby-like. Angelic even.

Focus on the road, you thought. It’d be a shame to get into a car crash because you were too busy ogling your cute manager. Even if he was passed out.

The drive didn’t take too long and you came to find out he lived in an apartment. Yoongi forgot to tell you which number it was though. You pulled out your phone to text him when a soft voice startled you.

“I live over there.”

You almost dropped your phone. “Geez, don’t scare me like that!”

“Heh. Sorry…” He stared at you for what felt like a long time. “Did you have fun tonight?”

“Yeah,” you said with a slight nod. “It was very fun.”

“That’s good. Thanks for taking me home.”

His voice was much lower than before. It soothed you and also aroused you at the same time. Yikes.

“I kind of had to,” you said with a smile. “Anything for my favorite manager.”

‘Why did I say that, oh my god.’

“I always knew I was your favorite.”

His cocky tone did not go unnoticed. You wanted to change subjects. “Are you still drunk? Do you need me to help you inside?”

He sat up straighter to stop slouching and gave you a serious look. You heard the click of his seatbelt and watched it retract back to its place. Jimin leaned his body closer to you, using the car console separating you two as leverage to bridge the gap by resting his forearm on it. The alcohol on his breath was more subtle than you thought, mixed with the faintest scent of coconut from his body spray or whatever.

‘Of course he’d smell like coconuts, fuck.’

“Why are you such a nice person, [Y/N]?”

This was an odd question to say the least. But with how close he was to you, you didn’t think to point it out. “That’s… just who I am.”

“Hmm,” he said, “I’ll miss you when you leave… School is starting soon, right?”

“Mmhmm.”

He glanced down at your lips (you think) before meeting your gaze again. It seemed like he was thinking about what to do next but ultimately gave up on the plan and leaned away from you. You were disappointed, but your heart was beating too fast in your chest to dwell on it.

“I can walk myself back. Thanks again for the ride.”

“You’re welcome. Goodnight.”

“Sweet dreams.”

You watched him until he made it through the apartment building’s front doors safe and sound.

A week passed before you saw Jimin again. His shifts were limited to only weekends now and you didn’t know if that was a good or bad thing.

“Whoa, Jimin you look so different!” Seokjin exclaimed once Jimin entered the restaurant. You looked up to see him striding in with hair dyed a deep red. It reminded you of wine and right now, you could use a lot of it. My god. As if he couldn’t get more attractive.

The two men greeted each other as they switched places for the start of the afternoon shift. Seokjin removed his apron and clocked out at the station and you let out a sharp exhale. What was Jimin trying to do? Kill you with his ridiculously good looks?

You had just finished sweeping the restaurant and returned the broom back to its designated corner. That’s when you noticed there was a lack of lemons by the drink station. Customers tended to order water with lemon or request a wedge for their food. Yes! A perfect distraction.

The lemons were in the back of the kitchen located in the huge walk-in cooler. You went there and grabbed eight lemons, placing them in the container you brought with you. The cool air was refreshing and helped you chill out for a second before heading back to the front.

You left the cooler and walked past Jimin, who was clocking in at the POS station. Setting the container of lemons on the countertop, you found the cutting board resting against the wall with a knife in front of it. You grabbed them and washed them thoroughly, along with the fruit in the hand sink.

Jimin wasn’t paying attention to you, which was such a relief. You began cutting the fruit into thin slices to the best of your ability. After having Seokjin scold you for cutting them too thick your first day, it was ingrained in you to never do that again. Even if Jimin couldn’t care less about the thickness of the lemon slices.

You were usually so careful with knives, but today was not your day. You concentrated so hard on making the slices perfect that the knife slipped and sliced your index finger. It wasn’t a deep cut, but you still needed a bandage to keep the blood from trickling down your finger.

You washed the nick under the sink, grabbed a paper towel from the dispenser, and used pressure to cease the bleeding. You were aware the bandages were underneath the POS station where Jimin was and sighed. He was going to say something.

You went over to him and bent down low enough to see the inside of the shelves, searching for the box of bandages. Your heartbeat spiked because you knew his attention had been diverted.

“What are you looking for?”

“I cut myself,” you explained, eyes still glued to the shelves. “It’s no big deal though. All I need is a bandage.”

His eyes bulged out of his head with genuine concern. He reached his hand inside to the very back of the top shelf and pulled out the box of bandages.

“Ah. There they are.” You stood up straight, wishing you had found them first. Jimin took one out, unwrapped it, and took your hand in his, discarding the bloody paper towel you were holding into the trash can behind him.

He began wrapping the bandage around your finger with tender care, making sure it was on securely. You didn’t realize you were holding your breath the entire time until he was done, flashing you that sweet smile of his.

“I’m sorry you hurt yourself. But you’re okay now.”

He lowered your hand back down to your side, slowly, as if he wanted to hold you a few seconds longer.

“Thanks Jimin,” you said, returning his smile. The bell at the front door suddenly rang and your first batch of customers were pouring in.

“I’ll cut the rest of the lemons. Just take their order.”

“Hi there! How many today?” a loud cheerful voice cried out, causing you and Jimin’s heads to turn. Thank goodness for Hoseok and his speed.

“Oh. Well. You can get the next table then,” Jimin said. He leaned over to whisper in your ear, “For now, just stay with me.”

You died a little on the inside, cursing him in your head. Was he trying to tempt you, lure you with his seductive voice? Because it was definitely working.

The bell rang once more and another family walked in, saving you the trouble of finding out.

Only fifteen minutes until closing.

Standing side by side next to the red-haired handsome devil was making you tense. Combine that with the unbearable silence of waiting for last minute customers made you even more restless. Hoseok had already left for the night and it gave you some time with Jimin even if you were fiddling with the corners of your apron to distract yourself.

“So [Y/N]...” Jimin said, “What are you doing tonight?”

His choice of words were fuel for your overthinking tendencies. You thought answering with the truth would be best. “It’s late… so I guess I’ll sleep?”

Not the most interesting answer, but it’ll have to do. Jimin nodded as he rocked back and forth on his feet. He then placed both his hands behind his back.

“Sleep sounds great. I have to finish moving though.”

“Moving?”

“Yup. I still have a few boxes to move into my place.” There was a brief pause, as if he wanted you to say something specific. You took the bait.

“Oh. I mean… Do you need help? I can help you if you want,” you suggested, hoping you didn’t come off as too obvious. To your relief, he turned to you and flashed you a lovely smile that could make anyone faint on the spot.

“You sure? It would be late. You live with your parents, right?”

“Yeah, but they’re understanding. I’ll text them where I am.”

“Great. Um, I guess you remember my address from before?”

“You mean when you were so drunk I had to take you home?”

“Pfft. I was just acting drunk to get everyone off my back.” That was an interesting revelation. You didn’t know if he was joking.

“Right…”

“I was tipsy at best. If I was super drunk, I’d probably have done something I would have regretted. But everything I did that night,” he leaned in closer, “was on purpose.”

You let out a nervous laugh as he leaned away from you, smiling to himself at your reaction.

“Can I start on my side jobs now?” Honestly, you just wanted an excuse to let yourself panic somewhere else. He’s such a tease!

“Yeah. I’ll help you. The sooner we finish, the sooner we can go to my place,” There was a pause. “T-To finish moving. I’ll get started on sweeping.”

“I’ll get the mop bucket ready then.”

You left Jimin and headed towards the very back. The mop bucket was near the dishwashing station, where Jungkook was busy cleaning stacks of bowls/plates. He saw you were struggling to lift the bucket out of storage and stopped his task to help you. You thanked him and used the hose provided to fill the bucket up with soapy water.

Afterwards, you rolled the bucket towards the front and waited for Jimin to be done sweeping. You weren’t trying to be a creep and watch him, but he even made sweeping sexy. It was almost like watching him do a dance or something because he was so fluid, had so much grace, unlike you when you swept the floor (Seokjin always got on your case for not sweeping thoroughly enough).

Once Jimin finished, he flashed you another sweet smile. “Hand me the other mop. Let’s do it together.”

You nodded, trying to quell your heart at the fact you’ll be heading to Jimin’s apartment with him once again. But this time, you’ll be inside.

When you arrived at the apartment building, you realized Jimin lived on one of the top floors of the complex. He parked right next to you and opened his trunk to reveal some cardboard boxes sealed shut with duct tape. Some were marked as “clothes”, “books”, “figurines”... you didn’t question it; you just carried them.

You were thankful the elevators weren’t broken or anything, but carrying multiple boxes between several trips made you sweaty. Jimin was even sweatier.

“Phew! That was the last box, right?”

“Yup. Should be,” Jimin replied, collapsing onto his mattress flat on his back. His bed was the only thing complete in the room full of unopened boxes. You stood there awkwardly and he sat up seconds later. “You can sit down.”

“Okay,” you said in a soft voice, taking the seat next to him. The two of you sat there in silence for a while. Jimin looked up at the ceiling like it was a starry night sky before looking at you with the same gaze. You really were cute in his eyes.

The way you fumble your fingers when you’re nervous. The way you look around the room with curiosity. The way you blush when you make eye contact with him.

“Thank you for helping me,” he said.

“It’s no problem.”

“You probably have to head home now, huh?”

“Yeah, I do… I need to shower. I’m all sweaty.”

“Oh right, I do too.”

Now you were trying your best not to imagine Jimin showering. How his wet hair would look, his body all soapy, my god. You were being such a pervert.

“Are you okay?” Jimin asked, noticing your face was growing red. You panicked and turned your body towards him.

“I’m fine. But I’m tired of waiting, Jimin. Are you flirting with me? Do you like me?” you finally asked. Your exasperation got the best of you and you knew this moment would change everything. He gave you a blank stare before curling his lips into an innocent smile.

“Well… do you like me?”

You scoffed. This boy really had the audacity! “I asked you first.”

“True. But I don’t want to answer.”

“If you don’t feel the same way, I get it. It’s fine. I’ll be leaving now.”

You were about to get off the bed when he grabbed your wrist. His stare was so piercing that it felt like time had stopped for you both.

“Let me finish. I don’t want to answer because you’re leaving soon. You said you were only working during the summer, right?”

“Yeah…”

“Well… I’m also leaving soon.” This new information surprised you and he let go of your wrist to hold your hand instead, drawing small circles with his thumb. The sweet gesture relaxed you and he continued to talk. “There aren’t enough managers at the new restaurant we’re opening that’s a few hours away from here. My hometown is near there, so I’m being transferred. I’m also studying there.”

“Aw… What a bummer. You’re the best manager we have.”

“It’s because I’m so nice, isn’t it?”

“The nicest,” you said, lowering your eyes down to his hand holding yours. You didn’t think this would make you as sad as it did because he was right. You were leaving anyway and this was a fleeting crush.

“I won’t be leaving until the end of the year. You’re the one leaving me first,” he whined cutely, trying to lift your spirits.

“I have school and I can’t balance having a job,” you explained. “I’ll visit you though.”

His eyes lit up with so much joy, it made your heart soar. “Really?”

“Yeah. You’re my favorite.”

“Aw… you’re making me blush.”

“Now you know how I feel everytime I’m around you.”

“I don’t. Tell me.”

“Pfft, I’m not telling you anything. You’re not telling me how you feel.”

“True. We’re even then.”

You let out a small laugh, figuring this was the best. No point in confessing when you would both be leaving each other in the end. Flirting with Jimin was a nice experience. You haven’t found someone this fun and interesting in a while.

“Hey [Y/N].”

“Yeah?”

You felt the mattress dip from Jimin’s weight as he shifted closer towards you. He leaned in very slowly, watching your every movement until your lips were only a few centimeters away.

“Can I show you how I feel about you instead? For one night… instead of flirting nonstop… why don’t we give each other a break and just… do what we really want to do?” he breathed. You stared at him in a daze, wondering if this was all a dream. The tension between you two was unmistakable and you could hear the sound of your heart racing faster than you’d ever thought possible.

You realized it was just you and him in the safe confines of his apartment. You weren’t at the restaurant or with your coworkers. You were here, with him, and alone.

“I’d like that.”

You knew this was a bad idea, but you couldn’t help yourself. Jimin grinned upon receiving your consent and closed the gap between you two with zero hesitation. First thing you found out was that you were right. His lips really were so soft. It was like being in heaven and kissing its clouds.

He was so tender with you, moving his lips in a slow fashion to gauge your reaction. When a cute moan slipped out of you, he became bolder and placed his hand on the back of your neck and deepened the kiss even more.

Jimin exuded confidence and you became intoxicated with every touch. He made sure each kiss was released with a light smooching sound before going back in for more. You loved how there wasn’t an ounce of shyness in him. He was determined to show you how much he enjoyed kissing you and you were willing to follow his lead.

It wasn’t until he got on top of you when he stopped his actions. You opened your eyes to see the proudest smile on his stupidly attractive face.

“You’re really cute when you’re under me.”

“Shut up,” you said with a laugh. This really was such a bad idea. “This is such a bad idea…”

Did you just say that out loud?

“You think?”

“Um…”

“I’ll stop if you want me to. I really don’t want you to be doing something you’re not comfortable with.”

Your brain never processed information this fast but in this moment, you considered every possibility of what could go down tonight. Of what it would lead to later in the future. Of what regrets you’d have.

But with the way he was staring at you, your mind turned into mush. He always did have a captivating gaze. It was one of the first things you learned about him. At the restaurant, you noticed how he made sure to give each customer consistent eye contact and really cared about what they said (even if they went off on tangents).

Whenever he was frustrated or angry, his face would turn serious and his gaze became sharp and feline-like. It was beyond intimidating and usually for when you messed up an order or something of the sort, but you hated admitting how hot and bothered he made you feel.

Then there’s this gaze. The one where his eyes seem to soften, where he’s anticipating your answer.

“If you’re worried about whether I'm clean or not, I have test results from the last time I went to the doctors,” he added.

“No, it’s not that. I’m clean too but… I have to go. Sorry.”

Even with a day off from work, it wasn’t enough rest for your tortured mind. You were beating yourself up over leaving Jimin like that. Why were you such a coward?

It was clear he was into you and you were definitely into him. Even if you both didn’t state it out loud, you knew it. You could’ve made yourself feel better by telling yourself you left because your parents would wonder where you were (which was partially true, but they were dead asleep to berate you for coming home late until the next day anyway).

“Wait, you left? Dude, that’s so lame!” Taehyung said, incredulous at how you could let such an opportunity slip. You used one of his many pillows on the bed to whack him in the stomach. He whined at your surprise attack.

“Shut up! I know!” You used that very same pillow and shoved your face into it to hide out of sheer embarrassment. “Now he’ll never make a move again…”

“There, there,” Taehyung cooed as he patted your back. “You’re not the type to sleep with someone you don’t plan to have a relationship with anyway.”

You threw the pillow behind you and glared at him. “I know. But he’s so cute. God!”

“Well… it’s your day off today. Let’s enjoy it and order some take-out. I know just the place.”

“Where?”

Taehyung didn’t answer you and pulled his phone out rather quickly. A few seconds later, he had the device glued to his ear and waited for someone to pick up.

“Hello? Is this the _____ restaurant?” Taehyung said. Your eyes widened when you realized he had called your workplace.

“Hey!” you hissed. “What are you doing?!”

He brushed you off with a wave of his hand. “I’d like to order two orders of stir-fry noodles and orange chicken… yes… mmhmm. For pickup.”

“Pickup?!”

“The name is Kim Taehyung. By the way, is this Park Jimin?”

You tried to grab the phone away from him and end it before your best friend said something stupid. However, he was too good at evading your grabby hands and ran out of his room. You chased him only to hear him add on,

“Oh, [Y/N] is my girl, you know? She works there and she’s told me all about your food. I wanted to try it.”

“Kim Taehyung! You liar!”

“Hanging up now~, see you in 20,” And with that, he ended the call and flashed you the biggest smirk. “Is Jimin the jealous type? He sounded like it over the phone.”

You proceeded to move your hands towards his throat, wanting to choke him for pulling that stunt.

“Who said I’m your girl?! Now he’s going to think I’m taken!”

Taehyung snatched your wrists, giving you a cute boxy smile. “Come on, would dating me be that much of a nightmare?”

“Yes.”

“I’m only trying to help you. Maybe then you’ll finally get that creampie.”

“Ugh! I shouldn’t have told you that story!”

You drove yourself and Taehyung to the restaurant, seething in anger at how your best friend created this fake-dating scenario and for what? To get Jimin jealous? You stood him up and now this was like adding salt to his wound.

“This will be great. Jimin’s definitely going to make another move on you after seeing you with me,” Taehyung said, followed by an evil cackle.

“I didn’t ask for your help. Besides, it would be a one-night stand and it’s not worth pining over.”

“But you want him.”

“And?”

“Let me help you, you fool.”

You pulled into the parking spot at the front of the restaurant, unable to think straight. Turning to Taehyung, you let out a sigh. “What are you planning?”

“Nothing much. Let’s go in.”

He immediately got out of your car and you turned off the ignition, quickly following him after shutting the car door. You saw how he opened the restaurant’s front door and waited for you to go in.

“After you, babe.”

You rolled your eyes and entered, spotting Jimin right away behind the counter. His eyes locked in with yours and you smiled. But then Taehyung wrapped his arm around your shoulder and you looked at him in disgust. Jimin noticed but kept a professional smile on his face.

“Quit it, I’ll bite you,” you warned.

“I’m into that.”

You removed his arm and went up to Jimin. “Sorry, he’s my doofus of a best friend.”

While pulling out your wallet, Taehyung swiftly handed Jimin his credit card before you could. “Babe, I got it. Don’t worry.”

“Taehyung, shut up!” you groaned.

“[Y/N]’s one of our best workers,” Jimin told him. “You’re lucky to have her.”

“I know, right?”

“I swear to god, I will beat you to a pulp!” you scolded. Jimin stared at you with wide eyes, finding your behavior odd. “He’s not my boyfriend… promise. He’s just being an asshole.”

“Oh,” Jimin said, relieved. He swiped Taehyung’s card in the card reader and handed him the receipt to sign. “Well, here’s your food.”

He pulled out a large plastic bag of your order and handed it to you, your hands softly brushing against each other for a split second. You swore a current flowed through you at the slight contact and tried not to squeal.

“Babe, I’m not an asshole. Remember last night you came over and I gave you a cream—”

You stomped on Taehyung’s foot and he yelped, hopping on one foot from the pain. “Hahaha… you’re such a kidder…”

The death glare you had was enough for him to get the hint and Jimin chuckled to himself, walking around the counter to get close to you. You didn’t expect him to kiss your cheek and even Taehyung was shocked.

“Do you want to come to my place tonight? Around 9? That’s when I’m off.”

“Y-Yeah sure.”

Jimin locked eyes with Taehyung in a predatory manner, causing your best friend to gulp. You definitely noticed and were aroused at how sexy he looked. You spun around on your heel and headed out the door, the smile on your face so wide that your cheeks were starting to hurt. Taehyung followed you, partially limping from how hard you stomped on his foot.

“You’re welcome.”

“Shut up.”

You arrived at Jimin's place on the dot. Well, you had been camping out in your car for the past 15 minutes trying to mentally prepare for what was going to happen. If anything was going to happen. For all you knew this could be a normal hangout session. Netflix and No Chill. Hulu and Hugs. Amazon Prime with no 69.

Okay, you really oughta stop thirsting over Jimin before you make a fool of yourself. It was a miracle you even made it to his doorstep. After taking a deep breath, you knocked on his door. Nothing. Tapping your foot anxiously, you knocked again but this time with more strength. Still nothing.

You realized you hadn’t texted him you were here yet, but before you could whip out your phone, the door swung open.

“Hey! Sorry, I didn’t know you were here,” Jimin said, panting loudly to catch his breath. Your eyes nearly doubled in size at the sight of him in nothing but a towel around his waist. Tiny droplets of water dripped off his disheveled, damp hair and you froze to take it all in.

Park Jimin, your manager, was half-naked and looking too sexy for his own good. You covered your eyes so fast, but your mind could still picture his distinct V-line from where his abs were. You knew he was ripped but seeing it in real life was far better than anything your imagination could come up with.

“I’m sorry! I’ll just stay here!” you cried, feeling your face become heated. Jimin chuckled, finding your flustered state adorable. He grabbed your arms gently so as to not spook you, but it still sent an electric current through your body. You took baby steps into his place, keeping your hands glued to your eyes. Then you heard a soft thud and him cursing.

“Shit.”

“What? What is it?”

“My towel fell.”

“Stop lying~,” you whined, wanting to cry at how much you wanted to see him.

Jimin left your side to shut his door and you heard the lock click into place. “Well, I walk around naked all the time so it’s not that big of a deal.”

“Park Jimin!” you shrieked, remaining adamant about blocking your sight from the sin before you. “Stop~, put your towel back on.”

“Why?”

“B-Because!”

He stood in front of you and smirked as he grabbed your hands, but you refused to budge. “Don’t you want to see me?”

His voice was low and raspy, which sent a flood of arousal to your panties. You felt your knees were already starting to give out at the thought of a fully naked Jimin.

“I don’t know, I don’t know why I came here. I’m nervous. Why did you ask me to come here, arghhhh!”

“Because you had to leave the other night and I wanted to pick things up where we left off. But… I guess you don’t want to? And that’s okay. We can just watch YouTube or something.”

He picked up his towel off the floor and wrapped it around his waist once again when you dropped your hands.

“Good god, no. I want you so bad. You drive me crazy.”

His lips curved into a shit-eating grin. “You’re looking at me.”

“How can I not… you’re so gorgeous. I’m a nervous wreck around you, Jimin. I panicked the other night because I… I don’t do flings. I don’t flirt. I don’t know how to do anything, I just really, really li—”

He put a finger to your lips and leaned in close. “Shh. I’m the same. This is new for me. You… You are too cute for your own good.”

The scent of coconuts from his body wash or whatever was so fucking good, it was making your head swim.

“As much as I want to hear your confession, [Y/N]... it’ll make it so much harder when you leave later on.”

He moved his finger away from your lips and instead caressed your face, giving you eyes of yearning and lust with a tinge of sadness.

“What if I work during school? I’ll get to see you for a while longer. All you have to do is ask.”

“I can’t ask that of you. I know working and going to school can be difficult. And then even if you stay longer, I’ll be leaving by the end of the year.”

“So maybe we shouldn’t… do… anything…”

“Yeah. Probably not…”

He stared at your lips before licking his own agonizingly slow, making you rub your thighs together with want. You found yourself leaning forward and he backed up until the wall forced him to stop. His towel was sitting dangerously low on his hips now. One small movement could unravel the whole thing and you wanted more than anything to kiss every part of his beautiful body.

“We shouldn’t do anything… Yet why do I want to kiss you?” You placed one hand on his shoulder while the other pushed his damp hair out of his eyes, exposing his forehead that you loved oh so much. “Do you know how gorgeous you are?”

He blushed, relishing in your praise. “No, tell me.”

“Well… the first time I met you, you flashed me this radiant smile that told me everything would be okay. Even if it was my first job, I’d be fine because you were there. And your eyes do this thing where they look like crescents whenever you smile really big. I find it adorable.”

You grew bolder and cupped his face, rubbing your thumb across his plush lips in a tantalizing manner.

“Every time you talk, I stare at your lips because they look so damn kissable…” you whispered. “Makes sense because you’re good at it. Kissing, that is. And if I don’t kiss you again… right now. I know I’ll regret it.”

“Then do it,” He placed his hands on your hips and pulled you in closer. “Before I do.”

That was all you needed to hear. You went for it and kissed him full force because you’ve been craving him so bad. It was sloppy, open-mouthed, and full of hunger, but Jimin didn’t mind it. The excess of saliva was making everything slicker and that turned him on more. He closed his eyes and groaned from how needy you were, embracing you into a hug to deepen the kiss while helping you find a more natural rhythm.

He tilted his head at an angle better suited for you and snuck his tongue into your mouth, earning a small yelp of surprise. But he held the back of your neck and kept your lips locked onto his as he explored the crevices of your mouth, sliding his wet muscle against your own. It was then he sucked on your bottom lip harshly and you mewled, letting him have his way with you. Once he released you, he was pleased at how red and swollen your lips came to be.

Because you were standing chest to chest with him, it was impossible to ignore what was happening downstairs beneath the towel. His erection was poking your stomach and from the outline alone, your mouth started to water. You ran your fingers across his abs, your touch as light as a feather, until your hand reached the towel on his hips. Hooking your finger into the fleece, you stared at him with pleading eyes.

“I want to touch you.”

He smirked, sneaking a hand around your throat and pulling your face in close to his. “Do you? Tell me how bad you want me.”

His voice was dripping with dominance and the low timbre made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Underneath his charming, sweet exterior was a man who knew what he wanted, especially when it came to sex. He spoke like he was full of inner wickedness he’s had yet to unleash. You knew once you committed, there was no way you’d ever want to go back.

“[Y/N]... I’m waiting.”

“I want to touch your cock. Please.”

“Is that all you want to do?”

“I… want to suck it.”

“Beg me.” He began to litter the side of your neck with wet, searing kisses, each one delivered with more pressure than the previous until he finally sucked on the spot below your jawline hard enough to form a hickey. You winced when he used his teeth to nip at the tender spot, but he licked the bruise to relieve you of some pain.

“F-Fuck Jimin…” you panted. “Please let me suck your cock. I want to please you. I’ll do a good job, I promise.”

He leaned close, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear ever so slightly to whisper, “As your manager, I expect nothing less. Get on your knees.”

The speed you got down to the floor was far too fast to be safe. Jimin even had to ask you if you were okay since he heard your knees crack and you were embarrassed, reassuring him that you were fine. He couldn’t help but laugh, breaking that tough demeanor of his temporarily to take off his towel and offer it to you.

You were touched by his gesture but the way his cock sprung free caused your jaw to drop like a dumbfounded fool. It was of average length, maybe a bit more (6 inches or so, more than enough), but the girth more than made up for it. There was a slight upward curve in the shaft and he was smooth down there. Maybe your horny brain was making you delusional, but you found his dick pretty. Because let’s be real, dicks are not pretty. Except for Jimin’s because the world wasn’t fair.

On top of that, he was considerate. He folded the towel a couple of times and bent down to place it under your knees for you. But once he stood up, he placed his hand on your head, guiding your already open mouth onto his hard cock and you moaned at the contact. He cursed under his breath at the vibrations.

“Fuck… that feels good. Look at me.” You obeyed, your eyelashes fluttering at him prettily. “You look good with a mouthful of my cock… such a dirty girl. Like I knew you’d be. Show me how well you can please me, beautiful.”

You eagerly started to bob your head up and down, wrapping a hand around his length to make up for what you couldn’t take. You took a second to spit on his cock, lubricating it enough so that your hand could glide with ease up and down. Jimin closed his eyes and leaned his head back on the wall, savoring how good everything felt. His tip was extra sensitive and you kept stroking him the full length of his cock, causing him to shudder from the intense pleasure.

He then peered his head back down to watch you take him in your mouth again. You hollowed your cheeks and relaxed your jaw, forcing yourself to take in as much as you could. Jimin’s breath hitched when you got down to the base, your nose just barely touching his pelvic bone. His cock had reached the back of your throat and you gagged involuntarily, pulling yourself back and then repeating the process over again.

You soon developed a steady pace and you made sure to swirl your tongue while sucking him off, enjoying the faint taste of coconuts from the remnants of his body wash.

“You taste like coconut,” you told him after taking a quick break, continuously stroking him with a smile.

“Sorry, do you want me to wash it off some more?” He was so concerned; it was adorable.

You giggled when a high-pitched moan slipped out of him as you stroked him faster. “I love coconuts. Remember? Don’t worry.”

You stuck out your tongue playfully, using it to swirl around his tip like a lollipop. He visibilly shuddered at the enticing view. “You’re so h-hot, fuck.”

The praise made your heart swell with pride. You decided to try something you’ve never done to anyone else and dipped your head lower to his balls, cupping them with your hand to gauge his reaction. He jumped a bit in surprise but soon relaxed when you massaged them.

“I-It kinda tickles,” he admitted, blushing when you chuckled.

“How about this?” You didn’t know how you became so bold because you took one of his balls in your mouth, sucking on it with light pressure while stroking his cock roughly with your hand. A slightly saltier taste infiltrated your taste buds as you tried to gargle both balls at the same time.

Jimin clenched his abdominals and sharply inhaled, unable to process this new sensation. If you continued at the rate you were going, he wasn’t going to last much longer. Not when you were being so lewd and sexy. He growled and forced you to stand up.

“It’s time for me to reward my favorite employee.”

Grabbing your hand, he led you to his room past the kitchen and living room. He opened the door full force, not caring how the knob slammed into the wall (and possibly creating a hole). After flipping on the lights, he threw you on the mattress and climbed on top of you to pin your hands down.

You loved how his lights were on the dimmer side, the warm glow illuminating Jimin’s beautiful features and giving his skin a golden kiss. He found your lips once again and kissed you desperately.

Every time you moaned, his lips drowned them out, which aroused you even more. You felt him greedily rubbing his erection against your thighs and you couldn’t wait for him to fuck you. But Jimin was a giver and he wanted to repay you for being so good to him.

You felt him slide your hands up above your head and he latched onto your neck once more, sucking the hickey to make it bruise more. You arched your back into him, moaning unashamed and desperate to have his cock brush against your clothed womanhood. You spread your legs more to feel something and Jimin smirked against your skin.

“I’m not touching you down there until I feel like it,” he said darkly, licking a long stripe across the column of your neck. “Understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

His dick twitched at the sound of that. “Say that again.”

“Yes, sir,” you repeated with no hesitation. He used one hand to hold himself up while the other one cupped your cheeks.

“It’s funny. You never called me that at the restaurant. Only good employees get benefits from me.”

“No, no,” you pleaded, realizing he was going to keep up the roleplay. “I’m a good employee. You said I’m your favorite.”

He squeezed your cheeks with enough pressure to make your lips pucker. You whined cutely and he gave you a chaste kiss before releasing you. His hand trailed down to your chest, hovering above your breasts. “But am I yours?”

“Of course. You’re my favorite manager, you always have been.”

Satisfied, he grabbed the hem of your shirt and looked at you for reassurance he could continue. You told him it was okay and he lifted it high enough to see your lacy bra and cleavage. He gulped, causing his Adam's apple to bob up and down.

“I knew you were beautiful but holy shit… you’re irresistible.” He scooted his body down, so his head was in line with your chest. He shifted his knees to better balance himself while also trapping your body underneath as his hands delicately cupped your breasts. The mesh texture of your bra was fun to touch, but he was more interested in feeling your soft skin.

He settled his head in between your mounds and kissed, sucked, and tasted every part his lips could reach while massaging your breasts. You moaned louder than expected, so you clasped your hand on your mouth in consideration of his neighbors.

“Don’t hold back. I want to hear you.”

He pinned your hand down but continued making out with your chest, using his other hand to pull down one cup to expose your perky nipple. His fingers pinched the pebbled bud and he twisted it enough to earn a strained moan from your pretty lips.

“J-Jimin, it feels good,” you said, knowing he fed off praise.

“How does this feel?” He pulled down your bra completely, exposing your other nipple for his lips to take hold of. He sucked on it harshly, using his lips to tug on it several times until it released with a light pop sound.

His long tongue came out to play and he stiffened it to tease your nipple some more, toying with it and making it go back and forth. Switching to your other nipple, he gave it the same attention while fondling the first tit.

“God, I love your tits. Look at that,” He pushed them together to make the line of your cleavage more distinct and then squeezed them roughly. “Fucking sexy as hell.”

You blushed and he leaned back to sit on his knees, pulling you up to help you get rid of your shirt and unclasp your bra. Tossing the clothes off the bed, he scooted down some more to free your legs. You eagerly lifted them up and helped him take off your shorts, which were discarded with the rest of your clothes. Jimin couldn’t help but grin when he saw your panties weren’t matching with your bra.

He didn’t comment on it though because you still looked magnificent. Your top half bare with your hair fanned out on the pillow and legs wide open.

He hovered above your body and placed one hand near your head to prop himself up while the other one snuck down to your clothed womanhood. You knew you were practically leaking for him and a single graze from one of his fingers confirmed it.

“You’re already drenched. Damn. I haven’t even touched you down there yet.”

“I want you to fuck me already,” you stated, giving him irresistible bedroom eyes. “I can’t wait anymore.”

“Trust me, I want to. But I like to take my time. Besides,” he leaned in closer, “I love it when you beg.”

He cupped your clothed pussy and pressed his palm against your clit, stimulating the bundle of nerves you so desperately wanted. But it wasn’t enough. You needed more and were thrusting your hips up and down to get more. He normally would stop and teach you a lesson for being so needy, but it was so lewd watching you get off like this.

He used two fingers to slide up and down your slit, gradually increasing the pressure till he saw you pant harder, whine louder, thrust faster. Finally he moved your panties to the side and inserted one finger slowly, nearly knocking the breath out of you. And fuck, you were clenching so tight already that he didn’t know if you could handle another finger until you begged for it.

Inserting another finger, he now had two fingers in your wet pussy and slowly pumped them in and out of you. He loved how your slick was drenching his fingers and he wanted more out of you than sharp inhales and exhales. He increased his speed ten fold once he felt you were stretched out enough. So relentless and consistent, he fingered you faster than your moans could come out, each one sounding more broken than the previous one.

Your pussy made obscene squelching sounds with each thrust and you were now screaming for him to not stop.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m gonna cum, oh my fucking g-god.”

“Don’t cum.”

“But—”

He clasped his hand around your throat. “Don’t fucking cum until I say so.”

There was no way. It was too much for you to handle. His brutal pace, his dominance, the way he was holding your breaths hostage, you were experiencing too much euphoric bliss to not cum full force. You closed your eyes and your body betrayed you, delivering the most earth-shattering orgasm you’ve had in months.

Your legs were shaking and you wanted to cry because it felt so fucking amazing, your pussy started to convulse and Jimin finally pulled his fingers out of you. Releasing your throat, oxygen properly flowed back through your body. However, you were still light-headed and your body was still quaking.

Your eyes fluttered open when you heard a seductive “Mm…” sound coming from Jimin. There he was, still hovering above you but sucking his fingers dry.

“Open,” Your mouth was ready. He put his fingers in your mouth to let you taste the remnants of your orgasm. “Now isn’t that something? You love tasting yourself, don’t you?”

“Mmhmm,” you moaned.

“So delicious and sweet. But you cummed without permission.” He got off you and slid off the bed, circling around to the end of it. At first he simply stared at your fucked out form, loving the way your pussy was still dripping. Like it was ready for more. “Get on all fours for me. Face down. Ass up.”

Your body was still depleted of energy, but you pushed through and turned over onto your stomach while pushing your ass up. It was embarrassing for you because at first, nothing happened. Jimin was just staring at your exposed cunt and you didn’t hear anything. Yet when you tried to look back at him, he hopped on the bed and spanked you lightly.

“Is this okay? I’m not hurting you, am I?”

“No, not at all. In fact, you can… spank me as hard as you want. I can take it.”

Goodness, you were going to kill him. He wanted to shove his cock balls deep inside you and fuck you into oblivion. But there was more he had to do.

“You really aren’t as innocent as you look. Naughty girl. Did I say you could look back?”

“N-No.”

He smacked your ass again, this time with greater force. “No, what?”

“No sir.”

The last spank he gave you was brutal, you could feel the shape of his hand print on your ass forming where the skin stung. He massaged your ass lovingly, almost as if to apologize but you really didn’t mind. If anything, that made you want him more. Then he laid on top of you, kissing your shoulder and then trailing more kisses down the curve of your back. Once he got to your cheeks, he sucked on the skin enough to create another hickey.

Then you heard him spit right onto your cunt and jolted a bit when his hand rubbed the saliva in with your juices.

“You’re my favorite for a reason. And I’m going to reward you.”

He stuck his face in front of your pussy, watching it quiver with need. From when he kissed you and played with your breasts, you caught a glimpse of his long tongue. So it wasn’t all that unreasonable to assume he was probably a god at oral sex. Even if he wasn't, you wanted him to eat you out too badly to care about his skill level.

First he licked a long stripe down your slit, then used his thumbs to open your pussy lips wide to lap up your juices. You moaned into the pillow and gripped it tightly, letting Jimin slurp your pussy like the starved man he was.

“How did I resist you for so long?” he asked. “When you’re this fucking delicious. And this peach… it’s all mine.”

He spanked you on the cheek that wasn’t stinging with pain, but now you were pretty sure both cheeks were equally bruised. However, there was no time to dwell on that when Jimin inserted his tongue as deep as he can into your warm hole, tongue-fucking you while rubbing your clit with his thumb.

You wanted to cry from how much pleasure you were feeling since it wasn’t long ago since your first orgasm happened. But Jimin kept at it, using his free arm to wrap around your thighs and effectively holding you in place. Yes, he was merciless and needed you to cum on his tongue. He used his big lips to his advantage and made out with your juicy pussy, not even so much stopping as to take a second to breathe.

Your second orgasm was building in your core, this tightening pressure that was ready to burst any minute. You cried out Jimin’s name as you cummed all over his face, but he simply slurped up all your essence, letting you ride out your orgasm for as long as it could.

When he finally let go of you, you could no longer keep your body up. You fell onto your side and he joined you on the bed again, pushing your hair out of your face.

“You’re incredible,” he said, giving you a warm smile. “Are you okay? If you’re done for the night, I’d understand.”

You shook your head, letting the high of your orgasm subside. “No… no… I want you to fuck me. I need you inside me.”

“But [Y/N]... you cummed twice. I think. You did cum, right?”

You rolled your eyes. “Yes! Duh!”

“I had to confirm,” he said innocently, placing a kiss on your forehead. “But just know I… I can be really rough.”

“Rougher than what you’ve already put me through?”

“... Well… it depends. I don’t want to make you too sore.”

You gulped, feeling your lust build up again at that statement. “I would fucking love that though.”

He couldn’t help but laugh at your boldness. “Okay. Let me get a condom.”

Reaching his hand over you, he tried to open his nightstand drawer, but an idea popped into your head. You grabbed onto his bicep (to shamelessly feel his muscle but also stop his actions) and his eyes widened, confused.

“Actually… why don’t you give me that creampie?”

His eyes darkened and you saw the way his jaw clenched. “[Y/N]... don’t play with me.”

You started speaking really fast. “I’m not. I’m on the pill and… well, you did say you love creampies. Give me one.”

He thought about it for a second and continued to reach for the drawer. You were admittedly very disappointed, but then you realized he had pulled out a bottle of lube from the drawer instead of a condom.

“I want to make sure we do it right then.” He popped open the cap and squeezed the clear product into his hand before palming himself. You watched him with zero shame and there was no doubt in your mind you could cum from the sight alone. The lube gave his dick a shiny gloss and it looked painfully erect. He must have been suffering from not having cummed yet and you couldn’t wait for him to take out his carnal desires on you.

You grabbed the bottle and set it back on the nightstand before getting on top this time.

“[Y/N]?” He was surprised that the tables had turned.

“I want to try something,” you admitted. “Let me ride you.”

He relaxed and laid back on the pillow, giving you the go-ahead with a simple nod. You finally achieved your dream of kissing his body, making sure to not leave any part of his torso untouched. He was a work of art and you wanted to cherish this time with him.

“You’re too attractive for your own good.” You lightly ran your fingernails over his abdominals and gave one final kiss to his collarbone. “Handsome all around.”

He couldn’t hold back his smile. “Well, you’re beautiful. Underneath and on top of me.”

“Why thanks. How about when I do this?”

You leaned back and sat up straight, using your knees to hold yourself up to properly align his cock to your entrance. First you guided his tip to your folds, shuddering when it brushed against your clit. Jimin bit his lip, watching you sink onto his cock slow and steady. You sighed with content as the thick head stretched you, but his shaft provided you the delicious burn you were after. Your arousal mixed with the lube helped things go smoothly and once he was fully inside you, you both moaned from the satisfaction.

“God~, that feels amazing. Fuck. So tight. So sexy, you have no clue.”

Without warning, you bounced up and down his shaft like a bitch in heat. The complete opposite of Jimin, you had no patience, not that he minded at this point. He held onto your hips and admired your body, loving the way your tits bounced while you threw your head back in bliss. The sound of skin slapping on skin bounced off the walls nonstop.

That’s when that viral tweet popped into your mind and you slowed your bouncing to more of a rolling motion with your hips.

“How does this feel?” You moved your hips in a half circle shape to form a ‘C’, followed by a full rotation for the ‘O’, making sure to take your time. Jimin’s grip on your hips tightened and his face contorted from the pleasure.

“So fucking good, keep going.”

You were pleased it was working and moved back and forth to spell the ‘N’, but found it confusing. If anything, it’d be an ‘I’. But Jimin seemed to enjoy it, so you spelled out the rest of the word (your favorite motion being the ‘O’).

Jimin noticed your rhythm being thrown off a minute later, so he asked if everything was okay. You internally groaned and stopped moving. This was why you told Taehyung that tweet was stupid. Who spells during sex?

“Um… I saw this stupid tweet and was trying it out…”

“What tweet?” Jimin asked casually and you found the whole situation hilarious because he was still balls deep in you.

“There’s this viral tweet that said dick riding tip #1 is to spell the word coconut when you’re on top… I just thought the N was weird. Because wouldn’t it be like this?”

You did a zigzag motion with your hips but nearly fell off his dick. He was trying hard to take you seriously, but even your sloppy technique sent a wave of shocking pleasure when you were clenching this hard.

“At first I did this back and forth motion—” You demonstrated it again. “—But that’s more like an ‘I’, right? I pictured it as an ‘N’. Does that count?”

“I swear to god, you are too cute,” he said, straining to keep his words stable. “Well guess what? Any movement you make feels so good, so please. Just do what makes you comfortable.”

“You don’t think I’m silly?”

“Are you kidding? I want to fucking ruin you. Keep going.”

You placed your hands on his firm chest to hold you steady, resuming back to riding him the way you originally intended—hard, fast, and desperate. Jimin was captivated in the way you rolled your hips, your lewd expression, and how more defined your breasts/cleavage were with your hands in front. He couldn’t help himself and grabbed hold of them as you continued to bounce.

Having you ride him raw was surreal. The lube combined with your arousal made everything feel incredible and your tight, velvet walls were so snug and warm. Watching you enjoy yourself only turned him on more and he wanted to meet you half-way. Your pace was declining in speed as your thighs burned, so he thrusted up at lightning speed, nearly knocking the breath out of you.

As his hips met yours at a fast pace, he had found that sweet spot deep inside. “You like that?”

“Yes, yes, yes! Your cock is so good.” You could no longer hold yourself up and Jimin seized that opportunity to wrap his arm around you, bringing you down to meet him chest to chest as he fucked you silly. His free hand found your ass cheek and he spanked you, whispering filthy words of praise into your ear.

“You take my cock so well, you know that?” The sudden drop in his voice to a lower octave made you clench harder. “So fucking sexy, grip my dick with that greedy pussy. Fuck~, I love an obedient girl.”

He locked you in place, his hold on you as strong as his thrusts. You closed your eyes to focus on that building pressure in your core, but Jimin growled.

“Eyes on me.”

Like the good girl you were, you obeyed. Jimin loved how you glowed in the warm ambience of the lights in his room with that fucked out expression. And he was only getting started. He lifted his head up to kiss you, drowning out your moans as his dick relentlessly penetrated you.

Your eyes rolled back in your head when you thought the pleasure was too much, but then he flipped you over onto your back like you weighed nothing. His cock never left your pussy, so he drilled into you harder as your legs wrapped around his waist. You grabbed his face with both hands and met his lips once again, this time inserting your tongue in his mouth. The action was so lewd and fulfilling at the same time.

But then Jimin’s thrusts slowed to more slow, languid motions. He was taking his time savoring every raw sensation but each time he thrusted back into you was sharp and calculated. You stopped kissing him to moan and he simply watched you, demanding eye contact.

“Do you feel that? My cock going in and out of you. It’s driving you crazy with how slow I’m going right? But then,”—he thrusted extra hard, —“I do this. And you love it, right?”

“Yes, I want more. Please. Give it to me harder,” you said in a breathy plea. He relaxed his body to collapse onto yours fully, placing both his forearms on either side of your head. You released your legs off his body and spread them wide because you knew he was going to go in deep.

He lifted his hips and fully started slamming into your pussy, his arms trapping you on either side while his face was hovering right above your own. Each thrust deliberate, desperate—a result of him being deprived of sex for so long and there was no way he wasn’t going to give you everything he’s got.

Missionary was bound to be intimate, but Jimin holding you this close meant he was unknowingly sinking his hooks deeper into your heart. Everytime your eyes threatened to shut, Jimin’s growl would alert you to think again. Besides, you wouldn’t want to miss the way he brought his lower lip in slightly, biting it tenderly before releasing slowly in between aggressive thrusts.

The skin-to-skin contact forced your bodies on the verge of overheating, but you couldn’t get enough of it. Your broken moans and his drawn-out grunts were synchronized in rhythm and thrust, the two of you too consumed by the overpowering lust from waiting so long to indulge in your true desires.

Jimin ducked his head into the valley of your breasts, providing you with sweet smooches as he slowed the rolling of his hips. You peered down to meet his piercing eyes and he used that opportunity to peck you on the lips.

“I want you to do something for me,” he said, his voice dripping in lust and dominance. He pushed himself up, grimacing at how his perspiration made you both sticky when he peeled off you. It took him almost everything to slide out of you, what with your death grip on his cock.

He leaned back on his knees and you sat up, willing to do anything to get him back inside you.

“What do you want?” you asked, your voice slightly wavering. Not like you could forget how he said he could be rough.

“You. All fours. Now.”

You flipped over onto your stomach eager as ever and got onto all fours. He stared at your sopping cunt and inserted two fingers in, scissoring you as you shook your ass back and forth in faux protest.

“J-Jimin please… put your cock back inside me. I want it.”

“Shh, shh, shh~, you’re so needy.” He spanked you with his free hand and then massaged the cheek, realizing your skin was still sensitive from the last time. “You okay?”

“Y-Yes.”

He took his fingers out of you and laid on top of you, cupping your mounds and giving them a firm squeeze.

“Seeing you like this… is so unbelievably sexy.” He sucked harshly on the side of your neck and you whined, knowing the hickey will last more than a few days. His lips trailed down to your shoulder blade, down the curve of your spine, and then to your ass. Right when you were about to beg him to fuck you, he pushed your head down into the pillow but your ass still remained up.

“You think you can take my cock?” he challenged in his raspy, satoori.

You turned your head to the side, so your voice could travel. “Yes. I know I can.”

“Confident, are we?” He used his other hand to rub his girthy tip against your pussy lips, teasing you until you were squirming and begging with need. Then you felt him push in, his cock invading your walls without warning and giving you that delicious stretch you craved. He still held you down as he snapped his hips into you at a consistent rate that had you screaming into the pillow. “Take it. Take my cock, tell me how much you love it.”

“I love it!” you shouted, clawing at the sheets. “Fucking hell, I love it!”

He responded by gripping your hips with both hands, slamming into you harder than before and reaching your sweet spot. Hearing the squelching of your own pussy plus the sound of skin slapping on skin was a sinful treat to your ears and Jimin surprised you once again when he grabbed your hands and held them behind your back.

Having complete possession of your body, you simply laid there and took every single attack to your pussy. You loved how dominating he was, his raw passion and intensity taking you straight to heaven like no other. He loved how your cheeks jiggled as his cock slid in and out of you, coated in a thick layer of cum.

“Even your backside is gorgeous, fuck. I’m…”—his hips stuttered but he thrusted back into you hard enough to make you drool,— “so lucky. [Y/N]... I might not last much longer.”

“That’s okay,” you said in a soothing voice.

“No. It’s not.”

He released your hands and pulled out of you. Before you could turn your head back to see what he was doing, you felt a slight tickle and something in your pussy before you realized he was eating you out again. Something about him not caring about his dick being in you seconds before but still willing to service you like this made your heart flutter. He wrapped an arm around your thighs, flicking his tongue on your clit and slurping your juices loudly.

“J-Jimin… Jimin please, I—oh god—I…” your stomach was tightening, the pleasure building up exponentially and you knew you wouldn’t be able to hold on any longer. Jimin ceased his actions and the pleasure dissipated until he shoved his cock into you full force, fucking you like an animal in heat.

You screamed his name several times, unable to keep your ass up and he pushed you down until you laid flat, continuing to jackhammer into your tight cunt relentlessly. Wrapping an arm around your neck in a loving embrace, he snapped his hips in you until your pussy spasmed out of nowhere. Your orgasm was spontaneous and lasting far longer than any you’ve experienced in the past.

Jimin wasn’t done yet and kept thrusting madly till the sensitivity was too much. But you loved it, wanting him to prolong that bliss and he assured you he was going to cum soon.

“You’re so good to me, let me cum in that pretty pussy.”

You could barely moan out a yes, but he heard you and with one last brutal thrust, he cummed inside you. You’ve read online that sometimes when the guy comes inside you, you might not feel anything. With Jimin? That was a different story. His load was undoubtedly large, making you feel full. His cock was still in you and he rode out his high by grinding into you, pushing the cum back in deeper.

Jimin simply held you, catching his breath and not saying a word. He wanted to stay inside you for a while longer and embrace the warmth of your body. However, he did remove his arm, so you could rest your head and lay down completely.

“You know…” you said in a breathy voice. “You’re my first creampie.”

His dick twitched inside you at the sound of that. He immediately knew in a few minutes, he’d be ready to fuck your brains out again. “Fuck… what are you doing to me?”

No matter how late it got, you managed to force yourself to go home because there was no way you could stay over. Not on your parent’s watch. As much as you wanted to cuddle with Jimin, you had to respect their wishes; you could stay out late as long as you came home at the time you texted them. Your aching muscles protested with each step you took, your legs as wobbly as jelly, but you trekked on to your car after cleaning up.

Jimin walked you out of course and it was cute to see him beg you for once.

“You sure you can’t stay? It’s really late…”

“I told my parents I’d be home by 1 at the latest.”

“Aren’t they asleep?”

“Yes.”

“So they wouldn’t know. Please~, stay over. I can make you breakfast.”

You threw your arms around his neck and pecked him on the lips. “In bed?”

“Well, I was thinking more like pancakes or waffles. Whichever you prefer but that can also be arranged.” He engulfed you in a tight hug, taking in your scent one more time. “Get home safe. Text me.”

“I will.”

Weeks passed since that marvelous night. It took forever for your love bites to heal, especially when Jimin kept recreating them. He still worked on the weekends, so you saw him maybe once or twice a week. At first, you dreaded seeing him again because you worried he’d treat you differently. You even made the first move in addressing the elephant in the room.

“What we did was fun. One time thing, you know? No hard feelings.”

“Ah, I understand. But I wouldn’t mind if it happened again.”

You’d be a fool to resist him. He and you stayed late nights on purpose, so he could fuck you in the restaurant after hours. Whenever it was your breaktime, you two would do it in his car. One time you had a quickie in the bathroom, which wasn’t the most comfortable but still enjoyable nevertheless.

Wasn’t long until your coworkers picked up on your suspicious behavior with Jimin. They knew there had to have been a reason you had that certain glow and hop to your step. But you brushed them off and were tight-lipped. Jimin loved the secrecy and so did you.

However, the next month was when Jimin stopped showing up to work. You texted him out of concern, but he didn’t reply. Not that you two often texted each other anyway (he said he didn’t like texting and preferred face to face conversations), but you were worried. It wasn’t until during your break Yoongi informed you he was sick.

You debated on whether or not to come over and drop off some food or something but decided against it. Something in you felt it wouldn’t be appropriate despite how intimate things have gotten lately. Fortunately Taehyung was there to keep you occupied and you got to update him on how great things have been going.

Two weeks later was when you saw Jimin again. You were ecstatic to see him scheduled for the morning shift with you. Waking up early was something you dreaded, but you woke up extra early to get to the restaurant and have some extra minutes with him. You greeted him with a bright smile and a wave upon entering, but he kept his focus on the drink station.

“Hey.”

His back was still turned towards you and you dropped your hand, feeling unsettled. Maybe he was still sick. So you put down your stuff, clocked in, and began working on your side jobs for the morning. He did the same.

“Hey Jimin,” you said, sitting across from him at a table after your side jobs were finished. He stopped staring at his phone screen and raised his head to meet your eyes.

“Yes?”

“You okay?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s good. I start school again in a few weeks.”

“I see… time flies by fast.”

His voice was lacking enthusiasm, so you got straight to the point. “I know you said you don’t like texting, but I hope we can try to keep up with each other. I’ll be busy, but I’m always down to talk.”

Jimin turned his phone over and placed it down on the table. He straightened his posture and sighed like he was burdened by something.

“We shouldn’t.”

“What?”

No traces of a smile were found. “[Y/N]... I don’t want to lead you on. It was nice spending time together, really. I loved every moment. It was fun. But…”

You were shouting in your mind for him to stop talking. These types of conversations never ended well, especially when there was a but.

He continued, “My ex-girlfriend lives near the new restaurant I’m being transferred to. We’ve been… talking. A lot.”

“... Oh.”

“To be honest, we were on a break of sorts. Seeing other people but I—”

“Used me as a rebound. Got it…”

“No! [Y/N], I’m sorry. But I care about you.”

“Just don’t. It’s whatever. This was a fling anyway, I don’t know why you’re sorry. Not like this was a real relationship.”

You were pretty sure he was able to hear your heart tear in half. There was no need to continue this conversation. You didn’t want to hear anymore of his excuses or attempts at damage control. It made sense how he didn’t let you ever confess. This whole time he’s secretly had someone else in the back of his mind.

Even if you knew it was best not to exchange confessions, you still hoped. You hoped there could be more. Long-distance perhaps? You realized that was impractical and stupid. He was going to get back with his ex. It’s funny because he was never yours, but you thought… well… that you two shared something special. Now it all felt one-sided.

Jimin thought you were going to say more, yell at him even, he would’ve taken whatever insults you were ready to throw. But your silence spooked him more. Your smile nonexistent, your eyes losing their luster.

He said your name again, this time more softly because he was afraid you would fall apart if he was too direct. You got up from your chair and turned away from him because 1) there was a couple about to enter the restaurant and 2) you didn’t want to look at his face anymore.

The bell rang and you mustered up your best “I-love-my-job-and-I’m-not-dying-inside” voice. “Welcome! How many today?”

It was impressive how you kept that act up the entire day. Jimin tried to talk to you during the slow hours, but you avoided him by finding other tasks to do. Whether it was sweeping, wiping down tables, helping your coworker when he was falling behind on orders—anything was better than dealing with him.

Once nightfall came and the last table left, you started on your side jobs with Hoseok. Jimin also helped, but you couldn’t care less what he was doing.

“Hey [Y/N], I emptied the trash so all you have to do is put in new bags.”

“Thanks Hoseok! I’ll do that right now.”

You grabbed two new trash bags from the cabinet and entered the women’s restroom. It took you less than a minute to replace it before going to the men’s restroom to repeat the same task. Then just when you finished, you heard a knock on the door.

“Yes?” you called out. Jimin entered and you panicked, wanting to bolt out faster than the speed of light. “Oh. Jimin. I’m done, did you need to use the restroom? I’ll be leaving.”

He shut the door and stood in front, effectively blocking your only means of escape. “Can we please talk?”

“No. What is there to say? You don’t even want to be friends.”

“I said we shouldn’t text. We can still be friends.”

“I don’t want anything to do with you. Or come between you and your ex,” He reached for your hand, but you hid it behind your back. “I’m putting in my two weeks. Today.”

He stared at you in shock, retracting his hand and placing it back down by his side. “But school doesn’t start for you until later… you’re not going to stay? Just for a while longer?”

“No. It’s best this way.”

“Will you come visit?”

“I… I don’t think so. Please let me go.”

Seeing his lips tremble and heartbroken expression was crumbling the strong demeanor you fronted. You had to leave these small confines or else you might do something you regret like kiss him and have one last rendezvous. Jimin didn’t want to let things end this way, but he stepped aside.

“Alright. I’ll tell Namjoon.”

His voice was frail and sounded on the verge of crying. You exited the restroom without looking back, leaving him by himself to wallow in sadness.

“Hoseok! I’m going to be leaving early. I don’t feel well!” you announced so he’d hear you in the back. “Can you finish my side jobs?”

“Yeah, it’s no problem!” he shouted back, completely clueless as to what was going on.

Your work schedule was shortened drastically. Rather than working two more weeks, you were only working one. And none of the days lined up with Jimin’s. You didn’t know if that was done on purpose or if it was a coincidence, but it was easier this way. Your coworkers, while sad, understood why you had to leave. Namjoon even asked you if you were leaving because you disliked the staff or something, to which you reassured him that wasn't the case.

Your last work day flew by and you pretty much never looked back. In the last few weeks you had left of summer, you chose to relax and focus on other things. Taehyung comforted you with your favorite junk foods and gave you a word of advice.

“Sometimes you have chemistry with someone and it doesn’t mean you have to date. Maybe they’re just a chapter from your story, a pleasant memory. You’ll find sparks with someone else, trust me.”

He even invited you to spend time with him and his roommates, who were all stupidly attractive and you appreciated having some new eye-candy to fawn over. Slowly but surely, you were forgetting all about your manager.

Meanwhile, Jimin was often found staring at his phone. He didn’t want to admit he was waiting for you to text him, but the thought of it made him happy. Just to hear from you one last time. Sure, he should’ve texted you first but after being firm about not liking text, he didn’t want to disturb you or inflict any more pain.

He did, however, send you a friend request on Facebook several months later. You were swamped in coursework and found it amusing to see his name pop up during one of your study sessions.

“Huh. Jimin sent me a friend request,” you said, clicking your tongue afterwards. “Interesting.”

“On what?” Taehyung asked.

“Facebook.”

“Lame.”

“Hmm… do you want to eat at the restaurant? I’m hungry.”

“You actually want to go there? Do you want to see him?”

“I just… have this feeling. You know what, I’ll place a pickup order and bring it back to you.”

The drive to the restaurant was making you anxious. Jimin didn’t pick up the phone when you made the order and whoever took it was clearly someone new and unfamiliar. You parked at the very front, got out, locked your car, and went inside. Memories washed over you as you reminisced about your time there.

There were some new renovations, which gave the restaurant a fresher look. You saw a familiar face at the register and smiled.

“Hoseok! You’re still here?”

“Eyy~, [Y/N]! Yeah, I am,” He gave you a dramatic eye roll at his poor choice and you giggled. “I didn’t know if the name on the ticket was actually you. It’s good to see you. Here’s your food.”

He grabbed the large plastic bag full of food from the back counter and handed it to you.

“Oh!” he shouted suddenly, giving you quite the scare. “I just remembered! Jimin told me to give you something. Wait here!”

He bolted out of the restaurant and you stood there dumbfounded. Three minutes later, he returned with a pretty pink box with a matching envelope on top.

“This is for you from Jimin. He left this morning but told everyone if you were to come in then this would be yours.”

“Oh, uh, thanks. Can I sit at this table and open it?”

“Yeah! Not many customers here anyway,” he said, gesturing to the empty restaurant with a bright laugh. You placed your bag of food on the table and took the box and envelope from him. Once you settled into the booth, you opened the envelope first to find a card with a coconut border with your name on it in gorgeous calligraphy.

Inside the card said:

Dear [Y/N],

I never got to say goodbye to you, so I’m doing it now. If you’re reading this, that means you came back. I’m probably gone by now, but I wanted to say I’m sorry. You were my favorite employee. Not because of what we did together but because of your kindness and optimistic personality. You made work fun for not just me, but for anyone you came in contact with. I will miss you a lot and I know there’s nothing I can say that will change how much I hurt you.

I hope you don’t regret our time together because I sure don’t. Maybe in the future, I’ll see you again in Busan. If not, that’s okay too. I hope you enjoy the gift I got you. It’s a bit silly, but it’s how I’ll remember you. And I hope you’ll remember me too when you see it.

Love,

Park Jimin

You put the letter down, extremely curious as to what was in the pink box. It was then you noticed the small logo on the side that was the name of the pie shop.

“No…” you said under your breath, trying not to laugh. You opened the box to find a mini coconut cream pie and covered your mouth, giggling to yourself. “Oh my god… he’s so silly. Freakin’ coconut.”

You stared at it for a minute and all you could see was Jimin’s sweet face. As much as you tried to deny it, you missed him too. You took the fork provided in the box and took a bite of the dessert. It was the right amount of sweetness and probably the best cream pie you’ve ever had. Well, second best cream pie.

Grabbing your phone from your pocket, you went to Facebook and accepted Jimin’s friend request before finishing your dessert.

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nothing-but-dreamy · 3 years

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HC: s/o is dying in their arms

A/N: So..... I got this request:

"If you have the time do you think maybe you could do a headcanon with the resident evil boys reacting to their s/o dying in their arms? That angsty stuff ya know?"

And, here you go! I took Leon Kennedy and Chris Redfield. Enjoy...?

Words: 3.135

Warnings: angst, mention of blood, mention of death, raw emotions (the whole palette; gender neutral reader

Leon Kennedy:

- before Leon even can react, the infected has bitten you, digging its teeth into your flesh what caused you to cry out in pain and in surprise because you haven't noticed it behind you at all

- Leon kills the zombie or infected or whatever it was Umbrella had created this time before he runs to you

- you are already coughing blood; you press your hand on the wound but you are already spilling the blood on your bulletproof vest - ironically that you thought a bullet would kill you when you are fighting against BOWs

- you see Leon's concerned expression and that is the only thing that is really hard for you in this moment - to see him suffer; he is the last one who deserves any of this because he is too nice, too lovely, too handsome and too precious

- because deep down inside of you, you know that it is over; this is the end of your journey; the BOW didn't just take a little bite to taste you - no, it took the whole buffet and a refill on top

- you already feel the virus spreading through your veins, nagging on the healthy blood cells to change them into something nasty, at least you imagine it to be like this; it is just a question of time what happens first: that you become one of these undead monsters on your own OR that you die of immense blood loss - internally, you hope for the second option because the last thing that should ever happen is that Leon sees himself forced to kill you

- Leon kneels next to you; he doesn't even care if he is already covered in your blood, the only thing he is trying is saving your life

- he tries to give you the anti-virus but you stop him what makes Leon even more furious, a state you barely have witnessed before from this skilled, composed but also cheeky agent who always has some funny words on his lips to make you smile

"Could you please keep still so I can help you?"

"Leon, n-no... just ... don't.", you breathe, stopping his hand while you get shook by new waves of coughing.

"YN, we don't have much time. So, please, be smart and listen to me just this one time.", Leon says composed but you already see the tears glittering in the corners of his eyes - these beautiful, bright eyes you will miss the most because they held the promise of your shared future in them.

"It... it would be just a- a waste..", you choke out, taking the anti-virus to throw it out of reach for Leon who stares at you in shock, "The blood lo-lo... the loss is faster than the virus. At.... at least, I- I'm not turning into ... into...", your voice breaks as you become short of breath.

- Leon already sits on the ground, ignoring whatever happens around him; it doesn't matter at all; he just sits down, pulling you onto his lap while enclosing you with his arms as strong as he can to pull you close to his chest, the place where you have been preferably when you two were together, spending quality time in bed together

- this time, it is the same; your hands already find their way to his chest so you can feel his heartbeat while you try to breathe and live a little bit longer; you fight till your last breath just to look into Leon's handsome face, framed by these always so soft fringes; that is the last wish you have to whatever entity that might be out there - that Leon's face would be the image that will burn into your mind that it will persist till you reach the afterlife

- Leon tries to stay strong for you but it is not working; the tears are already running free as he realizes that you are right; no help would be fast enough to save you; so, this is the last opportunity he has to say things; things he always had on his mind when he saw you, when he was with you but he never found the right moment to say them; Leon was sure he would have all the time in the world to show you what you meant to him if he wasn't able to tell you that - now, he had to realize that he was wrong

"Leon... p-please, look at me...", you plead softly, seeing his eyes is something you cling to as if they are the lighthouses which would guide you back into life.

Leon smiles weakly at you and strokes bloody strands out of your face, "Don't worry, you have my whole attention like always. I always had eyes just for you, sweetheart.", he whispers.

"Oh, n-no... y-you won't start now with the-these cheesy nicknames.", you choke out, accompanied with some more blood.

Leon chuckles softly about the fact that you are still the same, talking back like always, "Fight me. When you decide to leave me, I can decide to call you 'sweetheart' as much as I want.", he says and shows you your favorite smirk even through tears.

You chuckle, "Yeah, blame me for that, Kennedy.", you whisper.

Leon leans closer to you as he notices that you become weaker, even the grip of your hands becomes less, "There are so many things I always wanted to tell you and now, you... you-", but his voice breaks because no matter how tough he wants to be it is you he is losing right now. You are his partner as an agent and in life, working side by side and living even closer.

With your last strength, you raise your hand to cup Leon's cheek, "Then tell... tell me the most imp-important thing...", you say slowly to get the words out as clearly as possible.

Leon leans against your weak touch, already feeling how your skin becomes colder. You also start to shiver and he brings you even closer to keep you warm with the body heat you were always searching for, "The most important thing? That I love you, YN. I lost my heart on you the moment I met you no matter how frustrating you were with your trouble-making attitude. As we started to date, I was the happiest man on this planet and this never changed. You just make me so damn happy. I should have told you that so much earlier.", he whispers.

You smile weakly at him, "Better now th... th-then never...", you whisper. Actually, you want to say more but you can't.

Leon, who sees it, leans down, raising your chin with his forefinger softly lying underneath it so he can reach your lips for a longing, loving and caring kiss. He feels you responding to his lips. You kiss him back. He continues to kiss you with more force, with more emotions until he notices that there is no reaction from you anymore.

- Leon squeezes his eyes shut, leaving your lips slowly and resting his forehead against yours while countless hot tears are running down his cheeks; he covers you with his tears, a veil of undying love Leon carries for you

- he's clinging desperately on your lifeless body in his arms; his fingers are digging into your skin in hope to jolt you back into life but nothing happens

- he even sobs ugly and muffles the sound as he buries his face into your hair to take a deep breath of your scent for the very last time

- he just sits like this for no matter how long, embracing you, until medics come to bring you away - or at least, they try because Leon won't let go of you; only as another agent comes to remind Leon of the rules and the protocols they have to follow, Leon gives in and let go of you but just very reluctantly

- in the end, Leon Kennedy stands there, covered from head to toe in your blood with dark gleaming eyes and a grim expression on his face with the strong determination to destroy Umbrella and everything else which fault it was that he had lost the love of his life forever

Chris Redfield:

- as Chris hears the shot, it isn't just the sound of a bullet leaving a gun;

- it is the sound that will burn itself forever into his mind, into his memories and into his heart because the moment he hears it accompanied by your muffled scream, a big part of his life will change within one second

- Chris turns around and sees you slowly slumping down on your knees before you fall to the ground, lying on your side and gasping for air

- the Umbrella subject the team was chasing is already on the run with the gun still in his hand; two members of Chris' team are running after him, catching and arrest him

- but Chris doesn't care for the mission any longer as he sees you nearly unconscious lying on the ground, a puddle of blood already forming underneath you; seeping from the nasty gunshot wound in your body

- with long strides, Chris is next to you in just a few seconds; he throws his rifle aside; undressing the protected jacket he is wearing to press it onto your wound to stop the bleeding but he already has noticed that your aorta got hit; blood is already everywhere and still pouring out of you very quickly

"YN! Open your eyes! Now! That's an order!", Chris says serious and slaps softly on your cheek to wake you up.

Very slowly because you already feel weak, you open your eyes just to see his worried expression, "That didn't go as planned, right?", you choke out with a strained voice.

- The other members of the team are in some distance just watching helplessly the scene; the medic feels frustrated and angry because there is nothing he could do to help you; he already had seen that you will die within the next few minutes and in the way Chris treats you in front of everyone, the medic knows that Chris is aware of your death as well

- Chris knows what such a wound means and so, he doesn't want to waste any precious moment with you; you, the one person he kept the closest to himself; it were against a bunch of rules to start something with a team member and Chris always was dutifully enough to stick to the rules until you showed up; you changed the game the second Chris had laid his eyes on you;

- you were the best explosive expert he could ask for; your personality was just as spicy as your grenades and first, Chris thought you were just toying with him but quickly, during a mission where the two of you had to save each other asses, he realized that you weren't just flirting out of fun instead, you really wanted him; Chris was sure with his assumption as you were kissing him;

- that was you and your character - cheeky, playfully, bubbly, maybe a bit too over the top but straight forward if you really wanted something; mostly when you wanted him

- all this is swirling through Chris' mind as he kneels next to you, scooting you up into his lap to have you closer; he doesn't care if someone sees the two of you; he already expected your relationship to be an open secret to the other members of his team; they all knew about the two of you and secretly, they were all shipping you two so hard; destroying any kind of rumors in the beginning to protect the two of you and that no superior would notice the tiniest bit

You look into his beautiful but concerned eyes, "Chris, I'm sorry, I fucked up.", you whisper, your voice is layered with pain and agony; you even try to move but you give up as you already feel your body becoming numb

"Shh, everything will be good again, you will see. Don't worry.", Chris whispers and strokes softly over your back. He's lying, he knows it, you know it, the others know it, but no one cares; you know he needs that to stay strong for you or otherwise he would break in front of you;

- no matter how tough Chris Redfield seems to be on the outside, you know how soft he is on the inside; you discovered this side on him very quickly because he couldn't keep up his resistance in front of you; this tough, tall and broad guy turned into a soft, passionately and cuddly teddy bear in your hands and you wouldn't want to have it differently

"Yeah, you know, Captain, there are still a few things I wanna do with you.", you say low with a soft smirk, using your favorite 'nickname' for him to produce a weak smile on Chris' lips; you always used his military rank as a teasing nickname when you two were in bed, knowing exactly that it turned him on to get called that from you in a sexy voice

"What things do you wanna do? Tell me so we can plan something for the next week. We all need a break.", Chris asks, his voice just a whisper because he can't speak louder anymore or otherwise the raw emotions would take control over him completely.

"Showing you my home town. My mother wants to meet you so desperately.", you say before you hissed with pain, "You know, I told her a few things about you."

"Oh, already? I had no idea you're so serious with me.", Chris says, his voice heavy with tears while he strokes beads of sweat out of your face.

"Obviously, I fell in love with your sexy ass and now, there's no turning back anymore for me because I just love you, Chris.", you whisper weakly, one single tear is running down your cheek because the last thing you want is to leave this incredible man forever.

- that you address him by his name is almost too much for Chris to handle because you just do it when you talk about important, serious things; he swallows thickly because your confession is everything he always wanted to hear no matter how sure he was to have you; to hear these three words coming from your lips was everything Chris was longing for and now, as they came, he would have done everything to switch these words with your life to keep you by his side a little bit longer

Chris pulls you even closer, "I know you will hate it to hear but I won our bet that you would say 'I love you' first. Gotcha.", Chris breathes, nudging your nose with his and now, he even can't stop the tears anymore from running freely down his cheek, soaking his shirt and even your combat clothes

The blood loss is already too heavy and so you claw your hand into Chris' shirt to pull him down to you because you can't move properly anymore, "I can handle losing this silly bet because I already got the jackpot of my life a long time ago.", you breathe before you connect your lips with Chris’ for the most passionately and longing but at the same time desperately kiss the two of you have ever shared.

- all the love you feel for this soldier is lying in your lips which are getting colder with each passing second. Chris' lips are hot against yours, the stubble he sports as a beard, because you like to see it on him the most, is already wet with heartbreaking tears; you try to deepen the kiss but the dizziness in your head is already too much; Chris encloses your face with his free hand, supporting your neck with his long fingers and kisses you stronger than before; your tongues are caressing each other lovingly before Chris breaks the kiss, leaning his forehead against yours

- You feel Chris' warm breath fanning over your face while his heart is racing under your weak grip of your hand. You hate to see him suffer like this, knowing that he has to live with the pain to lose you, to be alone again. You hope he finds someone else even if you already know that Chris will have a tough time while coping with your death, maybe even using your death as the cause to start a vendetta against Umbrella and everything they do.

Your vision becomes slowly blurry and the edges of your sight are already black, "Chris, promise me that you won't do reckless things...", you choke out, followed by some coughing.

"Stay by my side and I won't do anything, I promise.", Chris whispers, offering you a solution.

"I will always be by your side, Chris. I will be watching over you.", you breathe before Chris kisses you again until there is no more reaction from you.

- Chris rests his forehead against yours, clinging to your dead body and crying silently with closed eyes; his face is a mask of pure agony and despair while he grit his teeth; his veins are filling with anger and hatred for what has happened to you; he still can't believe that you are gone, that you have left him just like this, leaving him alone in this crazy, cruel world of living nightmares

- the team is speechless about the whole scene; to see these two lovers getting separated far too early hit all of them; just the medic is able to function, knowing what kind of protocols they have to follow; the medic tries to get Chris away from you but the huge Captain is not moving; so, the three others have to drag him away from you with all the power they can find

- reluctantly, Chris let go of you, standing up with shaking knees; while he tries to catch his breath, his eyes are landing on the suspect who had shot you; before someone of the others can stop him, Chris, feeling like a blank nerve, storms over to him, pushing him up against a wall, beating into the man's face what brings him down to the ground with a bleeding nose and eyebrow; Chris even wants to kick him but the team mates can hold him back, bringing him away so he can cool down somewhere else

- but Chris won't ever cool down again; he promises to himself to use your death as the fuel to keep the fire burning to fight until the last BOW and even Umbrella would have paid for what they had done to you

- You didn't want him to do something reckless but Chris wouldn't do anything reckless, he would be merciless till the moment he would see you again

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mysticalrambling · 3 years

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Ommmmgggggg i just read your lates story of steve rogers arrange marriage. And it was the most heartbreaking story evern written. It was really good although my heart got broken reading it😞I read you will take time in fulfilling request, so you can take a lot of time but I m making a small request🙃Like you have written lots of arranged marriage tropes but they all were angsty in the beginning, can you write something from your perspective on steve rogers arrange marriage which has no angst only lots and lots of fluff. like they are still in arranged marriage but there is no angst they are both trying for their marriage because after all the angst i guess a fluff treat would be nice☺only if you want to

A/N: Thank you so much lovely and the plot line is great. I loved writing about it and I made a few additions to the story. Hope you like it.

Perfect Life (S.R)

Steve Rogers Fan Fiction (Fan fiction Masterlist)

Summary: Steve and you get married and you decide to give your marriage a fair chance. You both soon fall in love and you are really happy together. You get pregnant and it is all perfect till the very end.

Warnings: Some mention of blood and angst but otherwise it is all fluff.

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Steve and you were informed by Fury that there will be an arrange marriage. He didn’t give much explanation but simply stated that the government demanded it and you both simply had to oblige. When you were recruited by the Avengers, you were a super soldier just like Bucky under the influence of Hydra. It took a lot of work to get you back from the brain washed state and Steve played a big role in that. You both were partners in the field and best of friends. Many people thought that you both would oppose the idea but you didn’t. Sure, you were confused but you couldn’t fight it if the government ordered it. No one could so you thought you would give it a shot.

You simply asked for sometime to discuss it by yourselves and Fury reluctantly he agreed. He was prepared for a screaming match and being beaten to a pulp by the Captain and the super soldier. However, he was met with calm expressions and thoughtful gazes. It would be a lie if you said that you didn’t feel attracted to one another. So when he left the meeting room, Steve asked you out for dinner. Privacy was needed to discuss this matter and he wanted to do it outside of the compound.

“Are you ready to go, (Y/N)?” Steve knocked on your door at exact eight o’clock. Captain America never liked to be late.

“Yes, I am.” This was the first time he had seen you in a dress. It hugged your curves just right and the maroon dress contrasted beautifully with your skin. You simply looked like an angel. A devil disguised as an angel that it.

“Let’s go.” Steve took you to your favorite restaurant and you felt a little flutter in your heart when you realised that he took notice of the little things.

Clearing your throat, you started to come to the point of the dinner, “So what do you think about this marriage?”

“Um... I am okay with it, I guess. What about you?”

“Same here. I have actually liked you for sometime now and I would be willing to give this marriage a try.”

“I like you as well and same here.” You chuckled when you saw a light blush appear on your partner’s cheek. He found your confidence endearing and that was one of the things that he first noticed about you.

“Okay, good. I just want a simple ceremony with our friends present. Is that okay with you?” There was no point in beating around the bush and so you started the discussion of the wedding arrangements.

“I was thinking the same thing. Let me just text Fury that we are going ahead with the marriage and then we can discuss the rest.” You both enjoyed the dinner to the fullest whilst making small conversation. This was the first time that you actually had fun on a date after hydra and same goes for Steve. They couldn’t keep up a conversation with you when they didn’t know the things you go through on daily basis.

“Do you want to get ice cream? There is a really good ice cream parlor down the street.” Getting out of the restaurant, he helped you get in to your jacket.

You always had a sweet tooth and you were a sucker for ice creams. Steve and you were going to make a good couple because of your similar taste. “Yes, I would love that. So do you know anything about the mission tomorrow?”

“F.R.I.D.A.Y detected some illegal shipment coming from one of the abandoned hydra facilities. We think that it is being occupied and you and I are just going to go there and install some cameras for surveillance.” He ordered two scoops of butterscotch and you decided to take a walk while eating.

“What if we encounter some hydra bastards? Do we get to kill them?” You rubbed your hands together in excitement at the thought of ridding the world of hydra scum.

“No, we don’t. We can’t engage so don’t get too excited about it.”

You both reached the compound and all your friends were waiting for you in the lounge. They all pounced on you as Fury had already informed them about the marriage. Natasha had already planned out the bachelor party while Pepper had booked an appointment with the world’s known fashion designer. You kept laughing at all their thrilled expressions and you were feeling sure of your choice by the minute.

The night passed like it and before you know you were off to the mission. Steve was extra protective this time as he won’t let you move a step forward before double checking the hallways first. You just rolled your eyes but you still found it pretty darn cute. No one has ever cared for you like this. But what you didn’t realise was that there was a secret doorway in one of the halls that you passed and you were quickly ambushed by four hydra agents. You got into your super soldier mode and took on the two to your right while Steve went for the left ones.

“Are you okay, (Y/N)? Cap?” Tony’s voice filtered through the comms.

“We have been ambushed but we have it under control.” You talked while slicing the jugular of a blonde six foot man and kicking the other in the shin. Steve also had it under control as he deflected all the attacks with his shield and threw punches when he got an opening.

“Okay. I have agents on standby if you need them.”

“Copy that.” After about five minutes, you had dealt with all of them and got away with only a couple of cuts and bruises.

“Let’s go to the infirmary together.” Steve purposed the idea when you refused Tony’s order to go get checked by the doctors. He didn’t want you to feel like he was ordering you around but he cared about you a lot.

“Only if you insist and Cap, we are getting married at the end of this week.” Kissing him on the lips, you left for the infirmary while he stood there with his mouth agape.

The whole compound was a mess for the whole week and Tony had benched you and Steve because apparently, the bride and groom can not be injured on their wedding day. You were over the moon about this new chapter in your life and so was your fiancé. This was the best thing that has happened to you in a while and you were glad. The ceremony was over before you even knew it with you both reading out your own vows and kissing sweetly when the priest announced you as husband and wife. You loved every minute of it but you were glad when it was over.

“I just wanted to tell you that we can take it slow if you want to.” As soon as Steve entered the room, he tried to clear things up before they got uncomfortable.

“I don’t want to. I told you I had feelings for you and they have grown ever since.”

“I love you, (Y/N). I know it might be too early but-”

“I love you too. Now, kiss me.” You spent the night with your husband and it was perfect. He made you bed in breakfast the next morning and you just enjoyed the whole day with your husband. It was truly a blessing to have Captain America as your husband because he was truly an honest and a moral man.

The next few days for you were spent as a newly married wife and it was perfect. Your friends threw parties and took you both out for dinners; their treat. You didn’t go back to your job for a couple more days and safe to say, it was peaceful. The days were spent with your friends as you all lounged around in the theatre room. At night, it was just you and your husband and it was much more entertaining.

“(Y/N), I have to go on a classified mission with Buck. Are you going to be okay at home, all alone?” Steve kissed the top of your head as he placed the pancakes in front of you.

“I am not going to ask what it is about but I need guarantee that you are going to back to me in one piece.” You mumbled while shoving pancakes in to your mouth. A girl needs her food.

“I will, promise. Love you, babe.”

“Love you too.” There was a moment of silence before you contemplated about what to do with your day.

Entering the kitchen, Tony asked. “What are you doing?”

“Just resting.”

“I am in mood of some homemade cupcakes. Want to bake them with me, sweetheart?”

“Yeah, I suppose. Have nothing else to do.” You were worried about Steve because it had been a long while since he had gone on a mission without you.

“Cap is going to be just fine and Bucky is with him. No one can win against that metal arm. My invention is state of the art.” Seeing you distracted, he tried to ease your worries. Pretty soon, you indulged into the whole baking thing and time passed you by.

“Hey, I am home.” Steve was shocked to see the whole kitchen filled with baked goods; counter, oven top, coffee table and chairs. Tony and you might have gone a little overboard with the whole baking thing. It was a good distraction so no one should blame you.

“Hi. You are alright.” A sigh of relief escaped you as you crushed him into a hug.

“I never back down from a promise, princess.” He tucked you under his left arm and picked up a muffin with his right. “What do you want to do today?”

“I was thinking we can go to the amusement park today.” You turned in his arms to give him your puppy dog eyes. He could never say no to you then.

“As you wish, princess.” You both quickly got ready with you wearing a sundress that reached your mid thigh and Steve in a simple black t shity and jeans.

The amusement park had been fun up until you decided that you wanted to go on the roller coaster. The moment it fell downwards from the sky, you looked pale and horrified. For someone who was reluctant to go on the ride, Steve was quite enjoying himself. When it stopped, you found the near trash can and hurled violently. Afterwards, you decided to stick to the slower rides. By the end of the day, you were on a ferris wheel with your husband by your side and your favorite ice cream in your hand. You kissed on top of the ferris wheel. Cliche but that was exactly what you were going for. This was all perfect and you wouldn’t change it for the world.

“I love you so much.” You whispered lazily as you laid in the bed with the blankets wrapped around you snugly. Today was wonderful but tiring.

“I love you too. (Y/N), have you thought about kids?” He asked reluctantly as he knew that it had only been a month in your marriage. It was a little too early but he just wanted to know.

“I know that they are in my future but I want to wait a year or two. I want to spend sometime with you alone.”

“This is the same thought that I had. Just wanted to get this out of the way.” Kissing you sweetly, he called it a night and dozed off to sleep.

Three years passed you by like they were nothing, Maybe it was because you were too happy. Of course there had been lows in your life like when you and Steve were on the verge of divorce because you were starting to drift apart. But you both worked through it and you were happier ever since. You almost died once in a mission and you weren’t able to get off the bed for three moths. It was painful and Steve was with you every step of the way.

However, there were too many good things that tipped the scale in your favor. Like when Steve brought a puppy as a gift for your first anniversary, Milo. Your love from him only grew afterwards and when you both found out that you were pregnant with your first child, you were over the moon. A tiny version of you and Steve was growing inside of you and it was the best feeling in the world. Labor was extensive but you got her as a reward. Rebecca Grant Rogers.

“Can you please go see her? I fed her about an hour ago.” You kicked your husband out of bed and he whined before getting up. Sleepless nights were finally getting to you both.

Gently cooing to the three months old, Steve picked her from the crib. “Hey bubs. What happened? Did you have a nightmare?”

“Mmmmm” Becca babbled on as she saw her favorite person in front of her. The four month was attached to his hip and you loved the bond between them.

“Let’s go to our room and try to sleep again.” You had drifted to sleep but you stirred awake when he came back to bed with your daughter in his arms.

“She is not going to sleep?”

“No, this little bug just wants to spend time with her parents.” A toothless grin adorned her face as she kept her icy blue eyes on her parents.

“Do you want me to make you laugh, huh, baby?” Tickling her, you got a smile on your face as she laughed out whole heartedly. She was the mini version of Steve but there were hints of you in her as well, like her chin or her smile.

Time passed by and soon it was 3 in the morning. “Let’s sleep now.”

“Yes. We have to go on a mission tomorrow and Nat and Wanda have said that they will babysit Becca for the day.”

“That’s nice.” Steve laid your little girl in the middle of the bed and you both put your arms around her. It was peaceful and you were content with your life.

“I love you.”

“Love you too, babe. Sweet dreams.” You thank Fury everyday for the decision of getting you two married. Your life was just perfect now and nothing could change that.

Hope you guys enjoyed it!!

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A/N: I loved writing about Steve and I am open to requests now. I will be working on my own drafts alongside it. You can send in requests but it will take some days for me to get to them:) Love you guys and do tell me if you want to be added to my taglist.

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pixy-stix-art · 3 years

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Idk if anyone else has asked, but I’d be like to see the first time naga!Tommy nommed Wilbur, if that’s alright?

Here’s the angsty naga noms I was talking about and completely forgot to actually write….sorry if you didn’t want something this angsty anon. But as I was writing I just kept adding warnings. Sorry not sorry.

This is part two to another story I wrote. This takes place like a month or two before the other one.

(Warnings: safe vore, mouth play, fearplay, swearing, talk of death, thinking one is going to die, talk of not safe vore, panic attack, minor injury)

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Willbur ran through the woods sweat dripping down his face. He looked back to see he was still being fallowed. He was, trees were being torn down behind him. He yelled as he almost his a tree when he looked forwards again. He stumbled into a clearing, his legs were going to give out he thought. He tried running through the clearing to get out of direct sight, but he wasn’t quick enough. A giant pale hand reached from him from the trees. He screamed only just dodging the clawed hand. He had to get out of here! He was so tired and he knew he was only being played with. He was almost tempted to just give up, but he know he would die if he did. He didn’t want to die. He screamed as yet another giant hand reached for him.

He had been trying to get to Tommy’s cave. A young naga he had meet a few weeks ago. He had first thought Tommy was going to kill him. But the red naga only seemed to want a friend. So he talked to the kid for a few hours and he was let go. He had gotten more curious and had gone back to find Tommy. He got lost and Tommy found him. He seemed surprised that Willbur had come back to see him. He spent the night in Tommy’s cave. He started to actually like the giant naga. So he kept coming back much to Tommy’s surprise. And today was supposed to be like any other meet up. But he had been found by another even bigger naga on his way there. This one was green and had made it very clear what he wanted to do with Willbur.

Willbur gasped for air as he was picked up in a tight fist. He struggled as much as he could. But it wasn’t going to do anything. He was going to die. He was pulled close to the green nagas mouth and screamed as a forked tongue slipped out to taste him.

“Mmhmm… very nice.” They naga smiled. “You taste even better then you smell.” The naga purred.

“N-no! Don’t eat me!” He got one arm free from the grip. He tried pushing the nagas face away from him. He only succeed in getting his arm licked more. “Let me go!” He screamed, his voice already sore.

“I don’t think I will little snack.” The naga smiled showing off all their sharp fangs in front of Willbur.

“N-no! The village will know I’m missing and come after you! W-with swords and hunters!” He yelled. “You can’t kill me!”

“You think some little humans scare me? Just more snacks to me.” He brought Willbur even closer to his mouth. So he could feel the hot humid breath wash over him.

“You can’t just-” Willbur was cut off as he was shoved half way into the nagas mouth. He yelled as he felt sharp teeth clamp down on his waist. He kicked his feet a little so scared to move much. Or he’d cut in half. He push trying to force open the mouth. His arm slipped on the slick surface, he cut his arm on a sharp fang. He long tongue instantly curled around the injury tasting his blood. He sobbed, pretty sure he was having a panic attack. He realized he’s not going home tonight. The wet tongue curled around him coating him in thick saliva. He had lost all his energy to fight back long ago. All he could do was lay limp as he was sucked on like he was a piece of candy.

“I caught it, it’s mine.” They green naga said.

“It was in my territory, so by the rules it’s mine to eat. Unless you want me to tell the grand counsel how you are disobeying the rules Dream.” Tommy said firmly.

Willbur froze hearing Tommy call him a it. And mention how he was going to eat him. His panic riddled mind couldn’t fully figure the rest of it out. Counsel? What was that? All he knew was that he now had two nagas wanting to eat him. One of which he thought had been a friend….

Willbur whimpered as apparently Dream, as the green naga was called, growled at being told to hand Willbur over.

“You won’t.” Dream said glaring at the younger.

“You know I will. And you know Phil will listen to me.” Tommy threaten. He looked a little smug about it too.

Dream squeezed Willbur in his fist making him scream. He could feel his already bruised ribs bending at the pressure. He thought he might pass out. Finally he was let go, dropped into a more familiar pair of hands. He curled up, too weak and scared to move. More gentle fingers curled up around him rubbing his back. He hated that he felt comfort from it. Tommy wasn’t going to keep him safe. Not anymore.

“Well?” Dream questioned.

“What?” Tommy growled. He wanted to keep Willbur close to comfort him, but he couldn’t with Dream still here.

“Are you going to eat it or what?” He glared. He wasn’t leaving till he saw the human taken care of.

“I- I like eating in private.” Tommy cursed his stuttering. This wasn’t the plan! Dream was supposed to leave.

“No. Eat it now, or I will.” Dream said with a growl.

“I-“ Tommy looked panicked looking down at Willbur. He didn’t look good…. Tommy couldn’t help but think he looked broken. In more ways then one. He could eat Willbur and keep him safe at the same time. But he hated to do that to the human. But he didn’t have another choice.

“Fine, I’ll eat hi- it now.” He sighed. He brought Willbur up to his mouth being as gentle as possible without it being noticeable. He placed Willbur in him mouth cringing at the taste of blood. He hope he wasn’t too injured.

“Tommy…?” He whimpered as he was out in yer another mouth. He hoped Tommy would feel at lest a little bad about eating him.

The tongue slid over his arm making him gasped in pain. Everything froze, going still as he held his arm close, crying at the pain. Then everything moved. Gravity shifted and he slid back to the back of the mouth. “No, no no no no no..” Willbur muttered. “No! Tommy don’t please! Don’t do this! Please I don’t want to die! Tommy!” He screamed as he was swallowed back.

Tommy felt his heart beak hearing Willbur scream for his life. He wished he could tell him he’d be ok. That Tommy was just keeping him safe. He glared at Dream in full anger. “Now leave.” He said voice cold and calm. To calm.

Dream seemed to understand he wasn’t welcomed and slithered out of sight. “I better not see you again Dream! I’ll kill you! If I see you again!” Tommy yelled after him. He sighed head foggy from rage. He gasped as he remembered he needed to check on Will. He placed his hands over where he felt the small human in his brooding pouch. He wasn’t even moving… Tommy’s began to panic. “W-Willbur? Are you ok?” He asked gently pressing down on him.

Willbur curled up tight in a ball not bothering to move from where he had fallen into the stomach. He huffed hearing Tommy ask if he was ok.

“No! I’m not alright you dickhead!” He screamed. He was confused angry and sad. He just stared yelling. “How dare you do this! I thought we were friends! You- you said you wouldn’t hurt me. That you’d keep me safe. Was all that a lie? We’re you just going to eat me this whole time?” He was sobbing by the end of his rant. Hot angry tears ran down his face.

“No, of course it wasn’t all a lie! We are friends Willbur. I promise you’re safe. I just had to eat you so Dream wouldn’t.” He wanted to cry hearing Willburs words. He really thought he was going to die.

“Oh? Then let me out of here if you’re not going to hurt me!” He challenged.

“I-I can’t. I’m so sorry I would, but you’re so injured I don’t want to hurt you worse by bringing you back up.” He started to head home. Back to the cave.

“That’s what I thought.” Willbur sighed. He struggled to move and get more comfortable. Though he was probably going to be really uncomfortable in a second….

“I promise that your safe. You’ll see, in the morning I’ll let you out. Promise.” Tommy said. And he will. Willbur might not even come see him again. But at lest the human world be alive. Willbur hating him, was better then Willbur being dead.

He didn’t have enough energy to think let alone do anymore yelling. His whole body hurt. He curled up with the small hope burning in his chest, that maybe Tommy was telling the truth. He’d just have to see in the morning. He drifted off to sleep not wanting to be awake if he died.

Tommy got back to his cave curling up in his nest. He curled his tail protectively around his middle. He felt Willbur get heavier as he fell asleep. He hoped he could explain more in the morning. He had finally found someone who actually seemed to want to hang around him. But of course Willbur would never want to see him again now. He quietly cried himself to sleep that night. He had lost his only friend.

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flowerpowelltales · 2 years

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Like Fall, Like Spring (Drake x MC)

PART ONE

A/N: So just a heads up - I planned for the series to be rather angsty (I guess ‘tis the season) and also short. Basically, everything here follows canon - up till the point where they all reach Walker Ranch. After that, it’s just my crazy imagination and canon doesn’t exist. Let me know if you’re interested in reading more. Characters belong to PixelBerry.

Texas smelled like fall and to Riley, fall always smelled like endings and new beginnings at the same time.

Riley looked at her husband laughing over something Maxwell pointed in the family album. His eyes automatically locked with hers; he did it all the time. Whenever he was laughing he would look at her to see if she found that something funny as well. She smiled at him and he went back to looking at the old photographs. Everyone was sitting around the fireplace and watching the photo album Bianca brought; Savanah was telling the stories of her and Drake’s childhood while Drake tried to convice everyone Savanah was lying. He looked so happy and that made her broken.

How did they even come to that point?

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TWO WEEKS AGO

“It’s Texas baby!” Maxwell yelled as they were getting out of the car.

“Technically, we have been in Texas for at least two hours, now we’ve just come to the Walker Ranch,” Hana clarified.

“Welcome home,” Drake whispered to Riley’s ear and she chuckled.

“I’m so happy to see your childhood home! And for the stories of little Drake! And to see Bianca again. And to meet your aunt, of course!”

“You’ll get plenty of that and then some more.” He kissed her temple and took her hand.

“Can’t wait.” She snuggled into him as they entered Drake’s childhood home. To say she was excited was an understatement. She already knew most of Drake’s family - and she adored both Savannah and Bianca. Most importantly, they adored Riley as well. Having no real family, it was important for Riley to be accepted into Drake’s. She hoped his aunt Leona would be just as kind and nice as the rest of the family.

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“Mom?”

“Drakey! Riley! You’re here!” Bianca ran towards them and pulled them both into a hug. “How was the flight? I thought you wouldn’t arrive before eight.”

“Surprisingly, there was no traffic in the air,” Drake replied and Bianca rolled her eyes.

“How are you doing, sweetheart?” She asked Riley.

“I’m doing very well, thank you. I couldn’t wait to see the Ranch, Drake told me so much about it.”

“Just wait ‘till you’ll see his old bedroom. I haven’t changed a single thing, you might change your mind about marrying my son.”

“Very funny Mom.” This time it was Drake who rolled his eyes. Riley pinched him playfully.

“Don’t worry, Bianca, nothing will ever make me change my mind.”

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Riley was watching Drake as he was unpacking their suitcases. Even though they were in Texas only for a couple of hours, he looked happy and visibly relaxed - a rare sight ever since becoming a Duke. Yes, he was happy but he hardly ever was relaxed.

I guess that’s what our families and childhood homes do to us. They make us feel safe and happy. They make us feel whole again.

“Penny for your thoughts?” She heard Drake’s voice from above her head as he pulled her into a hug from behind.

“Just admiring the view. And I meant your bedroom, not you this time,” she said as Drake pouted.

“And what do you think?”

“I think it’s lovely. Everything is lovely. The entire house looks so... cozy. So warm. Like a place where happiness is born.”

“I had a great childhood. Mom, Dad, Sav and Aunt Leona, the house was always full of people. But...” he paused to kiss her head, “now that you’re here with my my happiness is finally completed. It doesn’t get better than... this.”

Riley heard the hesitation in his voice. She knew what he thought about. She thought the same. A child would make them even happier. They had been trying for some time but it still didn’t happen. However, they were still young and had time. For the time being, Riley didn’t mind giving all her attention to her husband.

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“Drake!” A woman, his aunt as Riley presumed, ran into Drake’s open arms. She was even shorter than Bianca and looked very happy to see her nephew.

“Aunt Leona, I missed you.” He kissed the woman on both cheeks before turning to Riley and gesturing her.

“This is Riley, my wife. Riley, this is Aunt Leona.”

“I’m so happy to finally meet you, Aunt Leona!” Riley opened her arms to give the woman a hug but Leona took a step back and smiled faintly.

“Ms. Leona and thank you. I’ve been curious about you, too.” She extended her hand and Riley shook it, slightly taken aback.

“She’s always a little wary when meeting strangers, don’t worry,” Drake whispered when he notied his wife’s face.

Okay, but I’m not a stranger. I’m your wife. She could’ve been a bit more friendlier.

Riley nodded and felt guilty for criticizing Aunt Leona in her head. Drake was like that, too when they met. She just needed to give her more time. It would get better.

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It did not get any better. Not the next day, not the day after, not even after a week. Riley still had to call Aunt Leona “Ms. Leona”. The woman clearly kept her distance, never smiling at Riley or engaging in any conversations with her. Drake, Bianca and even Savannah kept telling Riley that Leona was a bit grumpy and it would take a while for her to adjust and Riley wanted to be patient. It was hard, however. She wanted to be accepted so bad that it felt like a personal failure when Aunt Leona didn’t even want to look at her. Even worse, she had no problems with looking at Bertrand or even talking to him. It was Riley she had a problem with and Riley was determined to solve it.

After finding out how much Aunt Leona loved apple pies, Riley decided to wake up extra early to bake one. When the pie was out of the oven, she heard Leona entering the kitchen.

“Good morning!” Riley greeted the woman.

“Mornin’. Didn’t expect you to be up so early.”

Riley glanced at the clock. It was already eight; it wasn’t so early anyway. Leona noticed it and added quickly:

“Usually nobility wakes up at noon.”

Riley frowned. “I’m not a noble. I used to work in a restaurant and I had to wake up even earlier than that at times.”

“Mhm.”

“I made apple pie for you! Drake told me how much you love it and I decided to use my Nana’s receipe for this.”

Riley didn’t know her parents at all - but she did know her grandma. Her Nana was the best person in Riley’s life, she was like a mother, father and both grandparents to her. She died when Riley was only ten years old but Riley kept all her memories alive. And that famous apple pie she made for Riley every fall was one of them.

Aunt Leona sniffed the pie and flinched.

“What apples did you use?”

“Honey Crisp. I always use them and--”

“I hate them. Too sweet for me. Apple pie must be as sour as it possibly can be. You can eat the whole thing.”

Riley swallowed back her tears and she nodded politely.

“I know what you’re trying to do, Riley. It won’t work. Save your time and stop.”

“I don’t understand--”

“I will never accept you. I can be civil towards you for Drake’s sake but I’ll never accept someone who ruined his life.”

Riley’s eyes widened. “I-- did what??”

“You might have fooled the whole family, but you haven’t fooled me. You made my little boy miserable and if I were you, I’d stay away.”

And with that, she got out of the kitchen, leaving Riley with too many unwanted thoughts.

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neoculturetravesty · 3 years

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We met in online class - Part 3

Image taken from here.

Pairing: Renjun x Reader Genre: College AU, romance, fluff, angst, maybe humor???? Warnings: Strong language, drinking Word Count: 5.2k

A/N: Happy birthday to Huang Renjun, the boy who lights up the world. Sorry for making him so angsty in this fic. Tried something a bit light for him on this occasion.

You’re embarrassed beyond belief.

You had expected maybe an awkward moment or two. But the look Renjun is wearing on his face as the two of you exit the restaurant is one that makes you queasy. You feel so bad. The poor boy had tried so hard to make this date special; and you’d done everything you could to make it cumbrous. You tried, you really tried to act naturally. But, everything about tonight had made your words get caught in your throat. The fact that he’d chosen your uncle’s restaurant of all places… the fact that he had prepared all that he had… the fact that he looked the way he looked tonight. All of it had you taken aback because you’d never been on a date this nice before. This boy had really put you off your A game.

Still, you didn’t like seeing him wear this expression. You weren’t sure what part had irritated him the most: that you kept fumbling over your words? He’d usually been kind and patient with you, so that couldn’t be it. Maybe his pride had been hurt by how it had ended? Renjun didn’t come across to you as a spiteful person but he had made so much effort on this date. Oh man, maybe he was angry.

To be fair, the poor boy hadn’t said anything since you’d left the table. Perhaps it was in what he didn’t say that you felt most embarrassed. You feel so terribly guilty, but walking out into the fresh air helps you get your act together. You stride ahead and grab his arm. You two needed a moment.

“Renjun, wait. I… I need to explain myself.” you begin but gauge his reaction first.

He turns to you and you can’t read the expression on his mask covered face. He doesn’t say anything, so he’s probably letting you talk. Whilst you can’t read him, you pull your own mask down so he would see you fully and understand what you mean.

“Renjun, I’m so sorry. When you texted the address, I thought about telling you to choose another restaurant. But I didn’t want you to think I was blowing you off or having second thoughts. I just… oh my God, I am so embarrassed and I just…” you take his hand in both of yours because you really want him to feel the sincerity in your words “... I’m so sorry. I just went along because I was really excited to see you… like this… on a date…”

Renjun is looking at the ground, like he’s weighing your words, or thinking about what to say. You wait for a beat, or two or three. But on the fourth beat, you say,

“Tell you what, this date doesn’t have to end like this. I know you didn’t eat at all, and honestly, neither did I. My apartment is just around the corner. Do you maybe wanna come over for some ramyeon?” you look at him, your eyes hopeful. You really don’t want him to be mad at you. Your stomach feels uneasy, and you’re pretty sure the French food had nothing to do with it.

“What, no condoms this time?” he finally looks up to ask and now, his eyes are smiling.

“Huh?” you begin but then your eyes widen as realization hits and suddenly, you’re much too aware of his hand in both of yours. You drop it right away and you’re blushing intensely when you say “No, no condoms this time. I mean actual ramyeon.” you cover your face with your hands because yes, you’re embarrassed, but also, you’re grinning because Renjun is teasing you again and you prefer it way more than his silence.

You hear the sound of his amused laugh and then feel his hands close around both your wrists, gently pulling them down. “I’d like that. Let’s have that ramyeon.” he says with a kind voice.

You didn’t realize you’d been holding your breath till you let it out and give him a relieved smile.

“Great! I’m actually really good at making ramyeon. Don’t be too surprised when all other ramyeons are ruined for you forever.” you say just as the valet brings your car around.

“Honestly, Y/N L/N, after our French cuisine extravaganza, I’m pretty sure I’d thankfully eat sand if you cook it for me well enough.”

You laugh because you’re happy he’s talking again. You get the sudden urge to hug him, because you’re thankful he’s giving this date a second chance. You don’t, though. You’re not sure how he’d react and you didn’t want to ruin the moment when it had only just turned around.

So you choose to hop in the car instead, waiting from him to get in and put his seatbelt on. You pause for a moment after he’s settled in and then you turn to him.

“I, uh… I didn’t bring condoms on that day because like, uh, I was expecting anything or whatever. I just, um, my… my roommate. She put it in my purse as like a joke.” you feel so stupid having to explain it but you feel like you need to because ugh, ugh, ugh.

Renjun is laughing silently and you get the feeling that this time he’s laughing at you.

“I mean, it was pretty forward for a first date. And you know, I’m not that kinda guy.” He shrugs his shoulders, shaking his head, still laughing.

“Ughhh.” you bury your face into the steering wheel but it only makes your head honk the horn, which makes you jump.

“Hey…” Renjun reaches out his arm to touch your shoulder and you turn to peak at him, an embarrassed grin on your face. “I’m only kidding. But yes, the quality of my jokes is really going down because now I’m fully starving.”

“Say no more, Huang Renjun.” you say and put the car into drive.

It’s only a five-minute ride and you’re glad for it, because you really, really want to turn this day around. You just couldn’t have your first proper date end on such a sour note. You pull into your building’s garage and silently hope that you had everything you needed to make the perfect ramyeon. With Yeri stress-eating her way to her thesis, your stock would run out way earlier than either of you expected. If that were the case, you would have to very sneakily order some in; you mentally start to calculate how long it would take the grocery app to get you your stuff, given the time of day.

In your planning, you haven’t noticed that the two of you are already in the elevator and it’s Renjun’s voice that brings you back to Earth.

“You live in the penthouse?” he asks.

“Yeah. It was the only place they had available at that time. Super inconvenient. It was hell trying to move all our stuff all the way to the top.” you try to make small talk because the elevator seems to be going on and on. Why did you have to live so far up top?

“Okay, here we are!” you say as you lead Renjun down the hallway and unlock your door. “Um… do you mind if I like… spray you down? My roommate is kinda really particular about having people in the apartment these days…” you ask apologetically.

“Oh, no, absolutely. Do what you have to do.” Renjun says, a bit absentmindedly. His eyes seem to be going past you and towards your living room. You pray to the heavens that it wasn’t a big mess. You had modelled way too many outfits for Yeri before you had left the house.

“Okay, here you go.” you hand Renjun a pair of lounge shoes as he pulls his mask down. “Close your eyes, please. Yeri made this concoction with Lysol and sanitizer and God knows what else.”

Renjun closes his eyes obediently and stands in a T-pose and you can’t help but smile. By the time you’re spraying him, you’re fully giggling.

He giggles back and peaks with one eye open “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing. You’re just. You look so cute, Huang Renjun!” you almost squeal and fuck, you can’t stop giggling.

“Heyyy!” he groans and grabs the spray bottle from you and aims it at you. You shield your face with the backs of your hands while Renjun attacks you. “I’m not cute, okay? You’re the one that’s cute.”

“Okay, that’s enough! I think I’m as sanitized as I will ever be.” you squeal and start to move away but Renjun grabs your waist and sprays you some more. He’s basically drenching you to death, and it’s just as well, because your breath has once again been caught in your throat. He is close to you, too close. Suddenly, your heart is thumping in your chest and you wonder if he can hear it.

He notices your stillness, looks at you and pauses. Like he can feel the electricity in the air. Everything stills and your throat is dry, because your freaking breath won’t let out. You think you’ve forgotten to breathe; almost as if the Lysol is creeping down your airways. He’s holding your gaze and you can swear he’s moving closer. But your stupid throat won’t stop bothering you.

All of a sudden, your head turns out of it’s own accord and you’re clearing your throat into the abyss. Renjun straightens up, his hand leaving your waist. Dammit. Maybe it was all that damn Lysol that was choking you, after all.

“Let’s make that ramyeon.” you choke out, turning your back to him and heading in.

“Yep, ramyeon. Lets.” Renjun nods his head like you’ve said the most logical thing in the world. The two of you pretend like nothing even happened.

You lead him into the kitchen. “What would you like to drink? I’ve got soda, beer, soju.” you say as you open your fridge and do a quick inventory.

“I’ll just have a coke.” Renjun says and you nod. You grab a couple of cans and your ice box and set it down for him on the island.

“Have a seat because what you’re about to witness is pure magic.” you tell him as you grab your apron and suit up to impress the boy in front of you. Renjun runs his fingers through his hair and gives you an expectant smile and your brain choses that exact moment to tell you that your crush is at your place. For the very first time. And the two of you are all alone. You turn around before he can see you blush and you get to work.

“Those are big words, Y/N L/N. I hope you won’t be eating them. I’d much rather have you eat the ramyeon with me.” he snarks as he sits on the barstool on the kitchen island, sipping on his coke.

“Oh, I just love the cynics of my cooking. There aren’t many of them left in this world, so it’s nice to meet the survivors.” You mean business, so you’ve already tied up your hair and laid down your pots and pans. All the time you’ve spent watching Masterchef auditions has prepared you for this moment. You’ve put the noodles to boil and are already heating up a sauté pan. You throw in mushrooms and look up to see Renjun studying you in amusement.

“Damn, you’re not playing around.” Renjun says and you could bet money that he almost sounds impressed. “Hey, be careful with that.” his tone is one of worry now as he watches you chop up some more vegetables.

“I’m always careful, Huang Renjun.” you say as you work the chef’s knife across the bok choy, peppers, ginger and tofu. You throw them in the pan one by one, trying not to be too distracted by the fact that your crush was worried about you. “Can you handle a bit of heat?” you hold up the spicy sauce that Yeri’s mom would always bring for you.

“I can handle it.” he cocks an eyebrow and you grin.

“I’ll keep it mild because I don’t wanna take any more food risks today.” you laugh and add some broth to your noodles.

“That’s fair. It smells amazing already so my expectations have really skyrocketed, by the way.” Renjun tells you, licking his lips.

You grin as you set down two bowls. If the boy didn’t like you after this, then he was probably a really tough cookie to crack. “Honey, you’ve got a big storm comin’.” You mimic as you ladle in the broth over the noodles and start arranging your vegetables in the bowls. You slice your boiled eggs and mutter “Success!” as they come out to be the exact texture you were looking for. You top everything with some sesame oil and sesame seeds. You step back to look at your work. It looked like the most Instagramable bowl of noodles you’d ever created, if you said so yourself.

You lay some side dishes on the counter then proudly set your creation before the artist. If anyone knew how to appreciate aesthetics, it was probably him. You look up at him, expectant. Waiting for your result.

“Whoa.” is all he says, almost like he’s taken aback.

“I think this might be my magnum opus.” you say, nodding seriously as you sit on the barstool next to him.

“This looks like it came straight from an anime.” Renjun makes an impressed face and picks up his chopsticks. He takes a bite and for a moment says nothing. “Oh my God.” he turns to you.

“Oh my God?”

“Y/N L/N. You’re gonna have to marry me now. There is no other way around it.” he says deadpan.

You grin and punch the air with both fists like you’ve won a Michelin star, not just the Masterchef audition. “Huang Renjun, I don’t mess about with ramyeon.” You say and begin to eat. Your eyes close as you let out a satisfied moan because yep--you’ve really done well. To be fair, there was a lot riding on it. You had to perform well today, of all days.

You both eat comfortably and deeply, a striking contrast to how you’d eaten at the French restaurant. Renjun gives you more compliments as he eats and you keep grinning like an idiot, heart exploding with joy. At one point, you have to tell yourself to chill out, to not let a boy’s compliments make you feel so validated. But how could you not be on cloud nine when the boy in question is cute as fuck and you’ve just cooked for him for the very first time? So you just smile wide at him and hope he can’t see the hearts in your eyes or the victory in your attitude that you’ve really managed to turn this around. All the awkwardness from earlier seemed to have evaporated.

“Okay, Y/N L/N. You were right. This is the best ramyeon I’ve ever eaten in my entire life.” he admits and you’re way too happy to see that he’s basically licked his bowl clean.

“Oh man, Huang Renjun. I thought you were a survivor. But here you are, another cynic that I’ve managed to convert.” you say proudly.

“Yes. Here I am.” he smiles at you.

And there it is again. The electricity in the air. Because Renjun is holding your gaze and once again, you become much too aware of his proximity. Were your bar stools always this close? Maybe you had to talk to Yeri about remodeling this area. You’re turning toward him and he’s sliding off the stool, his eyes never leaving yours. He comes closer and your heart thumps against your ribcage again. Your mind is clouded by his perfume because he’s so close that your hands find home on his shoulders. You forget to think for a moment; your blood throbbing hot in your ears as he leans in.

“I’m hooome!”

The two of you jump, your heads turning in the direction of the loud voice. You turn back to look at each other, then you jump away from one another, almost as if the spell has been broken and you’ve realized how close you were and how dumb an idea this was.

You lament your luck. You can’t believe you’ve been cockblocked out of your first kiss with Renjun by your stupid roommate.

It was almost a week later that you heard from Renjun again. Not that you hadn’t really talked in between. If sending one another memes over Instagram counted as meaningful communication, then yes, you’d been in contact. But then a couple of days ago, he had texted you more than a full sentence:

“Hey! Remember the 127 party Donghyuck (Haechan) talked about? It’s this Friday. Do you maybe wanna go with me? If you don’t want to hang out with frat boys on your Friday night, I totally understand! We could hang out some other time.”

Sometimes, you really wondered if you had any sort of an inkling of pride within you at all, because you didn’t even wait another second to reply:

“You know I wouldn’t miss a single chance to hang out with Haechan. Text me the address and I’ll be there! (Also, what sort of a party is this? I don’t want to be underdressed like last time hehe.)”

Turned out the 127s were hosting some sort of an outdoor Sports Day, except with drinks a plenty so everyone would be knackered as they played. The setup reminded you of every ill-fated Sports Days you’d ever been to at school, except with a lot more booze than you remembered. The two of you had barely walked into the grounds when Haechan jumped in to greet you with the same unrestrained energy.

“My friends! The Coronial lovers! Mr. Huang Renjun!” Haechan had leaned in to kiss Renjun on the cheek but he had really skillfully dodged it, like he had predicted what he would do. “Ms. Y/N L/N.” your reflexes hadn’t been quite as quick as Renjun’s because you had ended up with a mask covered smooth on your cheek. It made you cringe and laugh at the same time. Haechan had very animatedly told you of all the games they had planned for today and had pushed you in, forcing you to mingle with the rest of the crowd.

Renjun was currently being swarmed by the group of rowdy boys and you were watching with an amused expression on your face.

“Embarrassing. Some people should just not be let out in public.” you hear a voice just above your shoulder. You turn around and chuckle.

“Hendery. Didn’t think you were the kind to kick it with the 127s.” you chuckle.

“Neither did I. They’re cool I guess. I like Haechan. More people need to be as shameless as him.” he comments, knitting his brows together.

You smile wide. “I like him, too. He really keeps everyone together, doesn’t he?” you muse as you watch the boy work the room (or playground), currently attacking everyone with more cheek kisses. “Hey, who’s that boy over there? The one in the blue-ish shirt?”

“That’s Kim Jungwoo. He graduated a couple of years ago but he keeps coming to these parties.” Hendery says, scrunching his nose.

You laugh and then let out a long sigh. “I don’t blame him. When I start thinking about life after graduation, it makes me want to fail my courses just so I could repeat them. The future is scary.”

He nods knowingly, then says, “Hey, speaking of which. I heard we’re going to be partners in the SMK Trainee Drive.”

Suddenly, you feel your belly do a summersault. Whenever your college hosted a recruitment drive, SMK was always the hardest to get in, especially for business majors. Not only was it super competitive, but people dreamed of getting chosen because it almost always guaranteed a job once you had graduated.

You blow air from your mouth and square your shoulders. “Wong Hendery. Let’s show them how it’s done.” you hold your hand up to give him a high five but he grips your fist with his and puts his game face on.

“We’re going to crush the competition.” He declares and you feel reassured. You felt way more driven with a partner than working solo, anyway.

“Hendery, don’t waste all your arm energy now, save it for the wrestling match!” Haechan interrupts, thumping him on the back. “Go find your team, we’re about to start! 00 liners, this way!” he says, throwing an arm around you and walking to your team. You look over your shoulder and give Hendery a thumbs up.

You join the 00 liners and look at Renjun amongst them. He looks the most uninhibited you’ve ever seen him. He’s smiling without concern and seems to be enjoying himself. You get the feeling that he’s surrounded by friends he trusts and it fills you with warmth. That boy deserved the world as far as you were concerned.

“Okay, team. Here we are. The moment of truth. We can sit around like a bunch of shmucks or we can leave this ground knowing that we owned this fucking school! So what are we gonna do?” he yells like a sports coach.

“We’re gonna stop being embarrassing.” Lee Jeno gives Haechan a death smile and Haechan thumps his chest.

“That’s right brother! Okay, first order of business. Everybody take a shot! No one enters the battlefield sober!” He gives his commander’s speech and passes around bottles of something. You’re not sure what it is but it smells strong.

“Down on 3. 1, 2, 3!” he yells and without thinking, you down whatever you’d been handed. You groan out as it hits and look up to realize that your groans are harmonizing with the others.

“Ohhhh yes! Now we’re ready! Okay, second order of business. We need an entrance song. I was thinking, Girl’s Generation…” Haechan goes on and you see that it has made Renjun laugh. You laugh along as Haechan makes the team learn the cheesiest dance moves. A boy in a headband you’ve never met seems to be fully into it; a few girls seem to be tagging along amused. Na Jaemin looks like he’s humoring his friends at best.

“Okay! Let’s get ittttt!” Haechan drags the last part and leads the charge towards the center of the ground for an arm wrestling battle. There is excitement in the air now, and you have a feeling that it has less to do with the match itself and more to do with whatever liquid courage Haechan had injected in everybody’s veins. You find yourself walking at pace with Na Jaemin.

“You doing alright there, buddy?” you ask him because the poor boy looks like he was once again dragged out here.

He gives you a kind smile “Yep. I’m all good.”

“Not really your scene, huh?” you ask empathetically.

“I mean, I’d much rather stay indoors but Jeno said I needed some fresh air. Renjun was going to stay in with me but he betrayed me last minute by deciding to be social.” He notes, throwing some kind of a look your way.

You give him an apologetic grimace. “Oh man, I’m sorry for ruining your plans. But where’s your girlfriend? Why didn’t you invite her?”

“She’s quarantining.” he tells you patiently.

“Oh no! Is she okay?” you look at him, almost stopping in your tracks.

“She says she’s mostly all the way okay now, though she still doesn’t have her sense of smell back. But I guess any day now.” he nods, looking ahead.

You look at this profile and your heart goes out to him. “Hey, I know of a place that’s making these really cute care packages for people that have been affected. They’ve got a super safe system of delivery as well. I can hook you up if you like. They’ve got the cutest things for you to choose from.”

He looks at you and gives you a genuine smile. “That would be great. She’s probably tired of all the soup I’ve been leaving at her doorstep.”

You give him a fond look. “Okay, cool. I’ll help you put it together and everything.”

“Thanks, Y/N.” he says before you are interrupted by a loud cheer because the first match has begun and it’s between the boy with the headband and someone else you don’t recognize. The match doesn’t last a full two seconds before the boy with the headband is defeated. Haechan plays up looking crestfallen and “lunges” at the opponent but is playfully stopped by Renjun and the defeated boy. You throw your head back and laugh out loud. You were maybe enjoying these dramatic antics a little too much, but also, it was nice to see Renjun letting loose like that.

Haechan is up next and is defeated just as quickly and you soon realize your team stood no chance. A couple more boys from your team go next and it’s a bloodbath. No matter how much you cheer your teammates on, they’re dropping like flies. By the time Na Jaemin walks up to the stand, you’ve all pretty much accepted your fate.

But then. Jaemin’s arm slowly starts crossing over the midline and then the 00 liners are on their toes jumping up and down, cheering on top of their lungs and before you know it, Jaemin has earned you guys your first victory.

“Go Nana!” you hear people scream followed by a chanting of “Superstar! Superstar!”

You cheer along and watch as Jaemin-the-dark-horse defeats two more opponents in a row. And when he earns yet another victory, the 00 liners are going berserk, with Haechan yelling “Victory shots!” making you guys chug down whatever drinks you’re holding. But that becomes your undoing because Jaemin finally loses to Lee Mark, a senior boy.

A few girls from each team have their go and there’s an uproar when it’s pointed out that the boys were letting them win. It’s a loud, drunken commotion now and you don’t realize it is Rejun’s turn till Haechan points it out for you and much to your amusement, he’s up against Hendery.

“Go Renjun! I believe in you!” you cheer at him as he takes his place.

“Go Injuniee!” Haechan yells and you all watch for a moment with bated breath; but as soon as the match begins, you’re all doubling over, laughing. Renjun is no match for Hendery and he knows it, which is why he’s taken the opportunity to turn this into a comedy show. You laugh as Renjun hangs onto Hendery’s arm and wiggles his legs animatedly. But Hendery holds his ground well and let’s Renjun put on a show for everyone before he puts some girth in his hold and flattens Renjun out in one. Renjun walks back defeated and you welcome him back just as dramatically, like he’s a soldier returning from war.

“You did well, Injunie.” you put an arm around him and tell him and he grins at you before he is swarmed by the rest of your team. Your opponents are declared the winners but you guys do your Girl’s Generation dance anyway and take more victory shots.

You guys have no idea how you make it through the rest of the day because by the time you’re on your last game (a strange relay race that involves complicated costumes and eating donuts hanging from strings), you’re stumbling and being rowdier than usual. You’re yelling at one another, trying to get Yangyang (as you’ve learnt is the name of the boy in the headband) in his many legged costume but it is more complicated than usual because none of you are in your right mind. You, in fact, don’t remember the last time you got this drunk... Yeri would be proud.

There is more commotion and many more arguments over what the actual finish line is, because by the end, even the self-appointed referees are knackered beyond belief. You don’t know how it happens but all of a sudden, Kim Jungwoo has been declared the winner of tonight, though all the games you played were in teams. But this funny result is agreeable to everyone because Jungwoo is being tossed in the air and being presented with a mini beer keg. Turns out, there wasn’t much that college students wouldn’t celebrate... if you’d put enough drink in them.

You find yourself jumping up and down along with the rest and you don’t realize that you’ve stumbled till Renjun catches you and you’re smiling at him so widely. You’re pretty sure your face is flushed a bright, drunk color because Renjun is looking down at you with an amused smile.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. You alright there?” he asks and you loop your arms around his neck till you’re basically hanging onto him.

“I’m having the best time ever, Injunie.” you tell him but your words are coming out all sloshed so you try to make yourself clear. “Best time. Best time. Why does it sound so funny in my mouth? Best time. Best time.”

Renjun raises his eyebrows but his smile keeps growing. “Okay, time to take you home.”

“Nooo, Injunie, but Haechan was going to show me how to make his death cocktail and I have to help Jaemin make a package for his girlfriend and I’ve made a new friend and her name is Lia and I can’t leave now!” you whine at him, grabbing a fistfull of his hoodie. Damn, why do your words keep sloshing around in your mouth like that?

Renjun loops an arm around your back and starts walking you “Okay, you can just take a quick nap at home and then when you come back you can do all of those things, okay?”

You consider his words and realize that your eyes were droopier than usual. “You’re a genius, Huang Renjun. I guess I could take a little, itsy bitsy nap.”

The next thing you know, you’re in the back of a cab, your head resting on Renjun’s shoulder. He feels so nice and warm and you feel so damn comfortable. You cuddle closer to him and turn your head to look at him just a bit. “I’ve got such a bad crush on you, Huang Renjun.” you tell him and you see his head snap in the direction of your voice and you want to keep talking to him but your eyes are closing again.

When you wake up in the morning, you have no recollection of how you got back home but Yeri’s making you her hangover tea and telling you how proud of you she was.

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aquarii-writes · 3 years

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Memories (Foolish x GN reader)

Notes: heavily implied AFAB as well as Reader being given different variations of momma/mommy. This turned out a bit sadder than I intended fuckin hell

WARNING: Death, pregnancy/after birth

Genre: angsty

WC: 1,864

Memories meant the world to Foolish. The memory of meeting you, your first kiss, and when you first spent the night were ingrained in his head. They were everything to him; especially since one-day he knew you wouldn't be here again.

Though seeing you now with his son? This might be the most special yet. Your baby boy sat wriggling in your arms. His eyes had yet to open but Foolish could already guess that they'd be green like his.

The baby's skin was already shining a gold color once all the blood was wiped away from his body. Tears fell from Foolish's eyes as he got closer to you. Sweat lined your forehead but you couldn't have been more beautiful.

"Can.. can I hold him?" Your husband's voice broke as he spoke to you. With a gentle chuckle you allowed your husband to take the baby in your arms; your precious son.

Holding the bundle in his arms, Foolish swayed to try and get Jr to open his eyes. "Common buddy. Lemme see your eyes" Foolish cooed at his son.

Puffy attended to you. Your bleeding had yet to stop but so far it was normal, just needed a few stitches to patch everything back up.

Jr kept wiggling around in his father's arms. Poor thing just wanted his momma so he cried out for them. Jr's crying broke his father's heart, did the baby already not like him?

With a swift hushing Puffy pulled the baby boy away from his father and placed him back to his momma.

"Dad?" Puffy turned to her son, a curious look settled on her features. "Are they supposed to be this tired? I know birth is hard but-"

Puffy cut off her boy. "Everything (Y/n) is experiencing is normal bubs. They'll get their strength back in due time"

But that was nearly two months ago. You had suddenly grown weaker. Puffy couldn't find a reason nor could Ponk. The two of them checked you over and over yet still found no reason why you got so sick.

However your baby boy kept getting stronger. After you and Foolish were home and got back settled into a routine Jr quickly found comfort within his father's arms. Sweet thing was passed around between aunts, uncles, and grandparents but he would cry and scream towards everyone of them till he was back in your or Foolish's arms.

Though Jr seemed the sense that his momma was getting weaker. His glassy eyes would only stop when he found you.

Time seemed to work in Foolish's favor. He tried everything he could think of but nothing seemed to make you better. Till eventually just four months after Jr was born you started to finally get better.

So everything got better. You started to become yourself again and eventually the two of you had another child. A baby girl named Fin.

Jr was around a year and a half when his sister was born and the boy wouldn't stay still as he wanted to see you. Once everything was said and done Jr couldn't wait to see his momma and sister.

His jumbled sentences calling for Foolish to let him see momma. "Calm down we're gonna see momma" papa's chuckles made Jr smile. Once finally in the room Jr cuddled up to you and asked to see Fin.

Finley was wrapped in Jr's old baby blanket and small fins poked out from her head and back. Tiny little scales littered parts of her skin and looked like freckles. She looked more like a shark than a totem, but she was very much still Foolish's daughter.

A familiar worry bubbled up in Foolish's stomach. Would you get sick again like you did after Jr's birth? Birth will always be hard, but maybe it was easier this time now that Finley was a second baby.

Sensing his worry you waved for your husband to come over. "I'll be okay love-" the sweetness in your voice could've made him cry, "But incase something happens promise me that you won't neglect the babies. They will need their father"

Foolish's kisses lingered longer than he intended. Your two children were now asleep in your arms, but Foolish still worried. Your smile, albeit rather tired, was still bright.

"Can I hold her?" the line brought a sense of nostalgia. A gentle smile rested on your face as you held your daughter out to your husband.

"Of course my love"

Rain fell in waves as your daughter slept against her father. He held an umbrella over himself and Jr. The little boy didn't understand what was going on but kept crying that mommy wouldn't be able to get up if they were in the dirt.

While somber Foolish didn't let his tears fall till well after his children's bed time. Finny was only 4 months old and Jr was almost 2 a widow in just a matter of months.

The atmosphere was somber as Puffy picked up her grandson and attempted to explain that mommy won't wake up again, but just gave up in the end. Silent tears would just run down the rams face.

Foolish wouldn't leave your grave for a while. His arms numb from holding his baby girl but she was still asleep; it was only her whimpers to the cold and rain did he think to finally return inside.

Once the children were down to sleep did Foolish finally let out a sob. Heart wrenching cries filled the living room as he poured his heart out to his hands. You had written a letter before you passed and he couldn't bring himself to read it, at least not now. Not after he had to bury you.

Memories meant everything to Foolish, and he didn't think that he could forget you any time soon. Though he could still see you from these memories and from your letter and he could still physically see you in your children.

Jr had your hair though it was much darker while Finny had your eyes. Beautiful (e/c) eyes always shined through the little girls iris'. He could see you in how Jr acted and the way he touched his sister; always so gentle just as you had taught him to be. Finny would always reach for the things she knew were yours.

It just brought him to tears however Foolish knew new memories would be made with you still in them. Your beautiful eyes and personality will always be present in your children.

After a few years, once he got a handle of caring for two children on his own, Foolish finally opened your letter. Elegant script was written on the page.

'My Dearest Foolish,

If you're reading this then I've died. Whether it be not long after I write this or after a long life I am still dead, though I have a feeling its the former. How have our children turned out? I don't know if Jr will understand and Finley will have no memory of me... Does Finny still have my eyes? Is Jr still gentle with Finny? I know little boys can be so rough..

But aside from such please know that I love you. If I held the choice I would've stayed longer, but I'm on my last life. Maybe Lady Death could give me a pass? Maybe I could come back and see my babies? Oh if I continue thinking like this I'm going to cry..

I love you more than anything in this universe and I love our children all the same. I know that some day you'll find another to love, maybe it'll be me reincarnated? Just.. don't dwell on my death too long, if not for me for our children. Jr and Finny deserve to see their father happy.

I do hope that the both of them know I love them very much.. I know memories mean everything to you so please make new ones with Jr and Finny. Let me live on through them.

Forever with love, your dearest (Y/n)'

Tears fell on the aged parchment. It had been weathered before, presumably from your tears, but new wrinkles formed. Foolish has new memories. Your children did keep you alive within them.

Finny's eyes, while hers, were still yours. Her eyes shown just as bright as yours once did. While Jr is as gentle as ever with his baby sister. Snowchester was a new home for them all when you died, but it now means so much to the babies.

Foolish covered his mouth as he leaned over the coffee table. He didn't notice the tiny feet padding towards him. Finley's small hands gripped at her fathers fore arm. Big (e/c) pools stared into him.

Acting as though he wasn't crying Foolish dried his eyes and picked up the little girl. "What are you doing here sweetheart?"

"I got cold" Finny mumbled to her father and curled into him. Her scales had turned a golden color after you had passed. It was a shame you couldn't have seen how pretty Finny turned out to be, even at 5.

"Where's bubbas then?" evening out his tone Foolish sat back with Finny. The snow outside had started back up again to add a new layer to the landscape.

"Bubba is playing with Michael still. Mr. Tubbo and Mr. Ranboo asked if I wanted to come inside, but I wanted to play with you" Finny looked up at Foolish. She was tired and wanted a nap so she cuddled further into her father.

"Well you look pretty tired, sweets, how about we just go to sleep?" Finny shook her head no and stared at the open letter.

"Why were you crying daddy?" Finny's voice was quiet. Almost like she wasn't supposed to ask the question.

"Well... I was remembering mommy and reading a letter she gave me.." squeezing his girl, Foolish rested his head on hers. Jr nor Finny had ever really asked about their mother.

"What was mommy like? Mr. Ranboo says she was really nice before she went to sleep for a long time.." Finny played with the ends of her hair as she spoke to her father. Memories of you flooded his mind. The most prominent thing was how loving you were. You gave up all 3 of your lives for people you cared for.

"Well.. mommy loved you and bubbas very much. She loved a lot of people. Mommy was also very kind and helpful.. She would do anything to make sure people were happy-"

"Do I look like Mommy?" Finley gazed at her hands. The golden freckles that glittered her skin were something she had seen on no one else.

"You look a lot like mommy, Finny" Foolish lied through his teeth. She had your eyes but looked very similar to him over all. But if his little girl is happy then what of it?

Seemingly satisfied with her prodding Finny became silent again, and soon enough her little snores alerted Foolish to the fact that she was asleep.

I don't think I'll ever forget you (Y/n), but Finny sure won't let me try

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idv-hc-center · 3 years

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Hi! Aesop x Gn!Reader please. Make it super angsty. Like, reader finds out that Aesop is a serial killer on the night that he plans on proposing to S/O. I want to watch the world burn. 😈 please and thank you. Hope your doing well!

Time to make someone cry

lol wrote it in one sitting

guys, I swear I'm okay

warnings: mention of death and murder, like a lot

words: 1,3k

You and Aesop were in a relationship for a long time. You both were stuck in the endless death game but, somehow, you bonded and couldn't live without each other now. All you wanted was to get out of here and lead a happy life. And Aesop wanted to "formalize" it.

He planned to propose to you. He was sure that's what he wanted, and he was sure you would agree. Aesop worried it might be too soon, but after all, you both didn't know if you will ever get out of here.

You taught him how to love, how to show affection and made him a better human being. You completely changed him, and he was forever grateful for that. He was ashamed of his past, but he knew one day, he will explain it to you. But not now, you had much bigger problems.

You didn't know what he was planning, it was a surprise. All you knew was the fact you were supposed to go on a date somewhere. Aesop had everything planned out. With Emma's help, he arranged a dinner in one of the manor's gardens.

Everything was supposed to go perfectly! But it started to go wrong when you appeared in Aesop's room half an hour before you were supposed to. He didn't blame you, you didn't know how important that day was for him. For both of you. So he politely asked you to wait in his room till he comes back for you.

You agreed, not wanting to annoy him. You could wait. But after some time you began to feel bored. So in your fashion, you began to look around his room, trying to find something to entertain you. You ended up going through his bookshelf. Most of the books on there were about embalming and burial of the dead. There was also a copy of hamlet, but you really didn't feel like reading through any of it.

You found yourself interested in one of the books. It didn't have anything on the back or front, so you opened it on one of the pages. You quickly noticed it was handwritten as you began to read.

I found myself thinking about Jerry way more often recently. It might be because of the matches. Who would have thought I would have the honor of embalming living instead of dead. I wonder if he would be as fascinated as I am. Soon it's going to be an anniversary of his death. It also might be the reason why he is on my mind constantly. I know I failed him. He wouldn't think of me as a proper apprentice. Especially not now. But I hope I have chosen the correct path.

You were confused. Now you knew it was probably his diary, everyone in the manor was required to write in one. Aesop never said anything about his past, and you accepted it. You assumed it was rough, and you didn't want to make him upset by asking. But who was Jerry? What he meant by failing him? You knew it was presumably wrong and an invasion of his privacy, but you wanted to know more about him. You were so close you assumed he wouldn't be angry if he found out. You flipped through some pages and again began to read.

The whole process of embalming living is way different than embalming the dead. Obviously. It enrages me I have so little time to do it. Not only I can't do it properly, but the pressure of running away from the hunter makes it way more challenging. But the adrenaline feels very familiar. Well, of course, it's way different than the adrenaline I felt while helping those poor souls. It was more peaceful then. Not to mention the lack of that awful smell.

You were utterly confused. You didn't understand anything, but your anxiety rose. It didn't seem right. Aesop was always kind of different, but everything you read just seemed weird. What he meant by "helping those poor souls"? Your curiosity took the best of you as you flipped pages to those at the begging of the diary.

I met someone new. Well, I met a lot of new people in the past couple of days. It's overwhelming. But they seem nice. I think they are worthy of me helping them, to get out of this place, and out of this world. Looking at the situation, it would be the best for them.

You held your breath. No, it couldn't be true. He wouldn't write about something so disturbing in such a nonchalance way. You hoped you read something wrong as you reread that one fragment over and over again. The pieces started to come together as you began to realize the awful truth your lover was hiding from you. You didn't want to believe that as you desperately started to read more and more, what only reassured you in your awful discovery.

Is it really murder if I'm just trying to help?

You jumped at the noise of Aesop opening the door what resulted in you dropping the diary. He didn't suspect anything.

"Dear, everything is ready, we can now..." he froze, noticing tears streaming down your face. He was confused and immediately went over, trying to find out what happened.

"Don't touch me." you moved away from him to his unsettling. He didn't understand why you were acting like that. Well, till he noticed what you just dropped.

His eyes widened. He didn't know how much you knew but looking at your reaction, you knew way too much.

"Darling, I bet I can explain-" he put one hand on your arm, trying to calm you down.

"I said, don't touch me!" you screamed at him pushing his hand off you. You were greatly disturbed by your discovery, and you wouldn't calm down so easily.

"Okay..." he moved away. Aesop had to convince you that you were wrong about him. Well, of course not entirely. He had committed sins that he couldn't fix now. But you changed him. You made him rethink everything Jerry taught him. And he knew how wrong he was. He would never do something like that again, and you had to believe him. You both went through so much. You had to understand him.

"Don't ever talk to me again" he could swear he heard his heart shatter. No, he couldn't let you do that. He immediately grabbed your arms and began explaining how you were wrong and misunderstood everything. How he changed, and you were to the sole reason for his change. But he stopped when he noticed how frightened you were. He could see pure fear in your eyes. Your cheeks were stained with tears. He sounded like a lunatic. Embalmer backed off, letting you go, and you immediately ran out of his room, still crying. He slowly sat back on his bed.

He pulled out of his pocket the ring he wanted to use to propose to you. Aesop looked at it with a broken smile. He ruined it, and it was only his fault. He couldn't be mad at anyone but himself. He was a sinner and his sins caught up to him. He wished he could explain it to you, but he knew you wouldn't want to listen to him. And you had a full right not to. After everything you just learned, you would be stupid if you decided to even sit in the same room as him.

Aesop felt like a foul. He believed he finally found someone he truly loved. Someone who cared about him and someone who he cared about. It was obvious after everything he did it wouldn't be possible. He looked at the ring one last time.

"Maybe in another life."

#identity v #idv #identity v x reader #idv x reader #aesop carl #idv aesop #aesop carl x reader #aesop x reader #embalmer idv

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mono-moonchilds · 3 years

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Hi my request is smut with some angst, so jungkook and y/n are best friends and she's always been in love with him but he has a gf and never really seemed interested so she never told him how she felt. But one night he ends up in a fight with his gf and he comes to y/n they get drunk and end up hooking up but jungkook seemed to really want it but the next morning when she finally feels she can confess he just leaves her telling her he regrets it and chooses his gf instead of her saying he couldn't love her in that way can you make the ending angsty please

Thank you

→ Note: Thank you so much for requesting. I hope you enjoy it!

→ Warnings: smut, angst, unprotected sex (don’t do the dummy like these two lol)

→ Word count: 2k+

“I just don’t get it.” Jungkook angrily slams his fist down on your bed. “I just don’t get her. Why the hell she acts like this. Treats me like I’m the fucking problem. When it’s her.” He sneers, bringing the beer you’d given him taking a long drag. “It’s always fucking her.”

“I know kook,” You agreed not knowing what else to say. You looked at your best friend taking in his exasperated expression feeling bad for him. Leaning over you gently caressed his knuckles giving him a soft smile. “I’m sorry you even have to deal with stuff like this.”

“Is it me, ____? Like what the hell am I doing wrong that it always comes to this. Every goddamn day it’s something. What am I doing?”

You frowned. Nothing was Jungkook’s fault and you weren’t just saying that because he was your best friend. Jungkook was always trying to find different ways to please Yeona but it was never enough. She constantly found fault in anything he did, picking it apart tirelessly. Honestly, you weren’t even sure how they’d made it this far. Two years and three months of nothing but constant bickering and arguments that ended with Jungkook leaving his and Yeona’s shared apartment sometimes for days on end.

Not that you were counting….You definitely weren’t counting.

“We’ve talked about this before. It’s not your fault Jungkook.”

“You’re just saying that.”

“No, I’m not.” You shook your head. “I would tell you if you’re being a dumbass and were in the wrong. I have no problem with doing that. For example, right now you’re being a dumbass for even attempting to blame yourself.”

“It’s hard not to blame yourself when you don’t understand what is going wrong.”

You knew exactly what was going wrong and it wasn’t Jungkook. It was Yeona. It was always Yeona but of course, you could never say that because Jungkook worshipped the ground she walked on. You got Jungkook’s little infatuation with Yeona. She was very beautiful, nice enough if you held a short surface-level conversation with her, but anything deeper than that the girl was a pain.

“It doesn’t matter though,” Jungkook huffed, finishing off his beer. “It’s over. Two years of my life down the fucking drain.”

Your ears perked up at this. That was a first. You’d never heard Jungkook say anything like this. Not even when he was in deep with his rage with Yeona had he ever murmured or even insinuated that he would break up with her.

“What do you mean?”

“What? I didn’t tell you.” He chuckled dryly. “Yeona fucking dumped my ass. Told me she couldn’t do this anymore.

“Oh, damn, I’m sorry Jungkook.” You said trying your hardest to sound like you felt bad when in reality you felt the exact opposite.

Of course, you were upset about this happening to Jungkook, he was a great person and even better boyfriend but you were on the other hand glad because this Yeona madness was coming to an end.

Jungkook deserved better. He deserved a lot more. He deserved someone like-

“Yeah me too.” Jungkook sighed. His hand went up swiftly wiping under his eyes, hoping that you hadn’t seen but you had. You saw everything he did. Paid attention to each and every detail about him. The way his eyes crinkled when he smiled. His bunny teeth. The small mole on the back of his neck. Everything. He turned to you with sad eyes. “Can I stay here for a few days? Just till I get my stuff and figure some shit out.”

“You know you don’t have to ask me that. You can stay here as long as you want.” Jungkook gave you a forced smile thanking you softly. You playfully rolled your eyes, shrugging him off.

“You want another beer?” You asked and Jungkook nodded. Getting up from your bed you went to the kitchen grabbing two more beers.

When you came back Jungkook was laid back on your bed comfortably staring up at the ceiling. You climbed next to him passing him his new beer.

“Cuddles?” He asked after gulping down the drink halfway.

“Hell yeah,” You agreed instantly making a giggle escape his lips. It was a beautiful sight. Jungkook had the best smile. “Big spoon or little spoon?”

“Little,”

You turned on your T.V flipping on a quick movie then got next to Jungkook. You leaned against the headboard while he laid on your belly allow you to rub and fiddle with his long hair. About mid-movie, you glanced down at Jungkook, just to check on how he was doing. Through the movie, you two had watched he’d barely moved an inch or said anything. Jungkook was already intently focused on your face.

“What?” You laugh. “Do I have something on my face?”

He shook his head. “You’re always there for me, ____,” Jungkook says.

“Of course I am kook.” You shrug, fingers still sliding through his neck-length hair. “. I’ll always be there for you.”

Jungkook shifted off your stomach so that now he was face to face looking at you. “Don’t you ever get tired? Listening to the same old shit.”

“I get tired of the way she treats you. But I’ll never be tired of listening to you. You listen to me and my shit. Plus I’d be a pretty crap friend if I let you go through certain things alone.”

You weren’t expecting it. You really weren’t. The possibility of it happening sometimes graced your dreams but the chances of it happening in real life were something you’d never even entertained.

Jungkook’s warm lips being pressed against yours. It’d genuinely caught you off guard. Your eyes are still wide open, and your heart pumping on overtime. Jungkook pulled away taking in your expression, interpreting it the wrong way, and immediately began to profusely apologize.

“Fuck- Fuck ____, shit I’m sorry. I-I don’t know what came-”

You cut him off pulling him back close by his black shirt and pressed your lips back against his. Your mouths began to move frantically against each other. The kiss quickly turning from a peck to a semi-sloppy, heated passion-filled makeout. Your heart felt like it was about to damn near burst out your chest now. The thumping growing so hard you’d be surprised if Jungkook couldn’t hear it himself. Sneakily you took your hand and pinched your wrist.

Yep, this was real. This was really happening. You were kissing your best friend. You were kissing Jeon Jungkook.

Jungkook’s body leaned against yours pushing you down so you were now laying against the bed. Everything felt hot. Your face, your body, Jungkook’s body, everywhere. You could barely even think properly the only thing being on your mind is Jungkook and not letting your lips disconnect.

It’s not until you feel warm fingers graze across your abdomen, dangerously close to the hem of your shorts when your brought back to reality. You jump a little at the sensation and Jungkook notices pulling away.

“I’m sorry.” He mutters looking away. “Too much?”

You shake your head immediately trying to assure him differently. “No, no. It’s okay. You just caught me off guard that’s all.”

Jungkook sat back, eyes still cast elsewhere in the room.

“I-I don’t want to stop.” You said shakily. Jungkook finally looked over at you, curiosity and unsureness riddled in them.

“Really?”

You nodded. Jungkook leaned forward hovering back over you.

“Are you really sure, ____?” Junkook repeated again and you nodded once more then added.

“I want to do this. I want you.” You confessed.

After almost ten years of holding that to yourself, it felt good to finally let it out. To finally have the courage to tell the man you’d been in love with for practically half your life how much you wanted him.

Jungkook didn’t say anything but he didn’t need to. His lips crashing back against yours were all the words you needed. His hands fell back to your waist, giving a testing rub before dipping his hands into your light blue cloud design-filled pajama short. His fingers ghosted across your cunt making you shiver at the light sensation.

“You are so wet,” Jungkook grumbled against your lips.

Finally, he pushed his hand inside your panties gently rubbing at your sensitive clit. Your eyes fluttered close, soft short breaths escaping from your mouth You still couldn’t even believe this was happening. Couldn’t believe that you finally had Jungkook in your arms and for once not only in a platonic way.

Taking one single long digit Jungkook carefully pushed it into your cunt causing a breath moan to tumble off your tongue. Jungkook’s breath fans over your neck ever so often his lips coming into contact with your skin sucking and kissing on it. He stops for a brief moment pushing in another finger and you cry out even louder. The feeling of his fingers fucking into you at a moderate pace has your heels digging into the bed and legs trembling.

“Kook-Kookie,” You moan out, fingers becoming tightly wrapped around his locks, holding his head close to your neck. Everything felt so good. Better than anything you’d imagined over the years.

When Jungkook’s finger pads brush against a certain spot you yelp out even louder in pleasure. “Right there.” You whisper. “Please don’t stop.”

Jungkook obliges even more so by speeding up his fingers. It only takes a few more rubs against that spot until your legs begin to shake, tremors raking through it. You tugged unconsciously tugged at Jungkook’s hair even harder allowing the damn near blinding pleasure to take over.

“Fuck, ____, “ Jungkook was grinning down at you when you finally open back up your eyes. “That was probably the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

You felt your face grow hot at the subtle praise, a dazed smile finding its way onto your lips. Carefully Jungkook pulled his fingers out, then climbed over you to stand up and pull his baggy sweat pants down. You could see the print of his hard thick cock pressed angrily against his cotton briefs. When he pulls his boxers down his cock bounces proudly in the air. You weren’t surprised by the size. One time a few years ago you were on his phone and were surprised with seeing his dick pics. That time you were shocked, but now excitement coursed through your veins. There it was. Thick, long, and pretty, and finally all for you.

Jungkook climbed back on top of you, helping you shimmy off your panties before wrapping your legs around his waist. He took his cock rubbing it a few times against your slit before gingerly pushing himself inside.

You moaned out loudly, his cock stretching you out way more than you were ever used to previously. Jungkook’s head fell into the crook of your neck, letting out a string of expletives as he as well basks in the pleasure of your velvety walls sucking him in slowly. For a moment you two didn’t move just taking in the moment, sprinkling kisses against the other.

“Move please,” You finally whimpered out, and without saying anything else Jungkook obliged.

His hips began to skillfully knock against yours somehow stretching you out even more with each heavy thrust. You cried, wrapping your legs tighter against Jungkook and holding his progressively sweaty body against yours.

Everything was perfect. Felt just the way you’d imagined it for years.

It didn’t take long before you felt your end coming near again. Digging in your nails, and grasping onto his shoulder you braced yourself for the flood of pleasure that was about to invade your body. When it comes it comes strong causing your eyes to roll back and your body to convulse on the bed.

Almost as if he is as well triggered by your orgasm a few high-pitched groans fall into your ears, his hips beginning to move faster and faster until Jungkook comes, shooting his warm come into your sopping pussy.

You both stay pressed together for a moment before Jungkook pulls out rolling onto the side next to you. His cum is leaking out of you, dripping onto the sheets but you don’t really care. Rolling on your side you cuddle against his chest.

The room was quiet for a while.

“Did you like it?” You peak up at Jungkook. His eyes are focused blankly in front of him. His expression is unreadable. “Hey, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I loved it.” Jungkook announced.

You smile snuggling closer to him. “Me too.”

You should’ve asked more questions, you really should’ve but instead, you closed your eyes and soon was lulled to sleep by the sound of his heartbeat unbenounced to the mess that would greet you the next morning.

When you wake up the next day it is to the sound of shuffling in the room. As you open your eyes you see Jungkook in a rush moving around your room shoving his foot into his pants.

“Kook,” You mumbled rubbing your eyes sitting up in bed. “Where are you going? Is everything okay?”

An expletive fell from his mouth. “Yeona called.” He said simply.

“Okay? Did something happen?” You asked, still not fully alert nor wanting to understand what was going on.

“No. Well yeah. She asked me to come back home.”

At this you become alert. Eyes popping open. “Huh?”

“Yeah,” Jungkook muttered, staring at the floor.

“And you’re going to go back?”

“Well...yeah….” He said as if it was obvious.

“But-but what about yesterday. Last night.”

“...it was fun.”

“That’s all it was...fun?”

“What do you want me to say ____I love Yeona. What we did was fun but that’s all right?”

You felt your heartbreak. It literally felt like it’d been shattered into many pieces and the number one perpetrator was Jeon Jungkook. You felt the tears burning in your eyes. Suddenly you were all too aware you felt the dry come stuck to your thighs and wanted to puke.

“Go,” You chocked out.

Jungkook listened. Didn’t even try to put up a fight. He just grabbed his shirt left out your room the front door of your apartment slamming behind him. You sat there for a moment, waiting for him to come back and say it was all a sick joke but he never did.

#bts smut #bts angst #jungkook angst #jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n #jeon jungkook #kpop angst #kpop smut #drabble #anon request

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bffsoobin · 4 years

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↳ Every year you worked your uncle’s fair simply for the extra cash and free food. It was far from glamorous, but you’d long since decided the benefits outweigh the costs. That was until you were forced into tending to the massive, intimidating cows your uncle raised for show. Hopefully, the new ranch hand can ease some of your pain.

➤ cowboy!yeonjun x reader, fluff, a lil angsty (you shouldn’t be surprised), they have tension but in a good way, suggestive, mutual pining, stereotypical Country Boy shit

Word Count: 8,102

Warnings: none other than some swearing and some making out (a little tiny bit suggestive)

A/N: I had absolutely no plans to write another fic anytime soon but seeing Yeonjun’s teaser possessed me so here I am to deliver a cowboy!Yeonjun fic I never ever knew I needed. And yes the fair mentioned is based off of the one I go to every year in my college town and the one that happens in my own home town every summer too okay don’t judge me shhhh

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Sweat was beading on your forehead, streaming down the sides of your face in an almost constant torrent as you wiped a wet rag over every cleanable surface you could find. Every summer since you turned 16, you had helped your uncle set up and run his annual fair. It was far from perfect, but the job gave you some extra cash to spend and copious amounts of fair food to eat to your heart’s content. This year, you had managed to secure a spot working at the funnel cake stand- which had always been your favorite- and a promise from your uncle that you would get to go on all the fair rides for free.

It was a very busy day, as there was only one more day to go before the grounds opened to the public. All day you had been cleaning and helping people who rented barns to show their livestock find the way in. From where you stood now, you could see the line of barns and the people bustling back and forth from them. Arguably the busiest man you knew, your uncle, was hurrying over to you with a slightly panicked look on his face.

“Miranda went into labor,” he simply stated. If it were possible, he was even sweatier than you had become, with a thick layer of dirt on his hands and part of his face.

“Okay...” you began, unsure of where he was going as you turned your attention back to wiping down the funnel cake machine.

“So that means Steven can’t help me with the cows, an’ they’re here now and I can’t expect the new ranch hand to it all himself.”

Blankly, you stared at him, still totally unsure why he was bringing this problem to you.

“So that means I need you fill in for Steven for a few weeks. Working in the barn.” Your uncle prodded, gesturing behind him to the barn bustling with activity as the cows were being ushered into their hay covered stalls.

“No!” You groaned, dropping the wet rag with a plop. “No, I had to fight with my sister to get the funnel cake spot and now you’re gonna demote me to cows?” This had to be some kind of sick joke. Your uncle sighed, laying a heavy hand onto your shoulder and squeezing.

“Please, Y/N. Your funnel cake spot will stay open for you until Steven comes back, I promise. But for now, if you want paid, you have to go to the barn.”

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By now, you were used to the scent of a barn. Your uncle had been showing cows for as long as you can remember, and as a child you often spent time following his older kids around the barn and caring for cows.

As you stepped in now, you found yourself cringing at the chaos. Although you had always worked the fair, you never came close to dealing with any of the livestock shows, especially involving your uncle’s own group of hulking animals. The barn was as nice as a barn could get, with layers of hay on the floor and pens lined with silver food and water buckets adorning each one. Handmade signs boasted the name and age of each animal so that visitors could learn about them. Most of the cows were already in their place, so you simply walked between the stalls, glancing at them absentmindedly.

“Are ya lost?” A smooth, low voice asked.

“Uh, no,” you began, a little bit annoyed at whatever probably middle aged man assumed you didn’t know what you were doing. Whoever had spoken to you was wearing sleek, all black cowboy boots with a pointed toe. They seemed to have been freshly polished; free of any scuffs or scratches although it was clear by a few wrinkles in the leather that the boots had been well worn. Intrigued by the idea that you didn’t know any of your uncle’s workers to wear all black boots, you quickly flitted your eyes to the man’s face.

Long, pinkish-blonde hair fell around his shoulders, cascading down his back in slight waves. The black cutter style hat with silver detailing covering the top of his head made it a little tough to put together the full picture, but you assumed from the few loose strands framing his face that he was sporting a mullet. Simple silver hoops hung from both of his earlobes, glistening in the low sunlight inside the barn. His eyes were a captivating amber-brown with a sparkle of gold that you could only catch on certain angles. His eyebrows were a bit darker than the blonde of his hair, cluing you in to the fact that he had most likely bleached the tresses some time before. From his taller vantage point, he looked down on you over the perfect slope of his nose. He was remarkably younger than you’d expected- probably only a year or two older than yourself. You swallowed harshly.

“Are you lost?” You quipped back, in disbelief at the vision of the man in front of you who had seemingly blended the usual, tired cowboy fashion you were so accompanied with alongside an alternative flair that made your heart hammer wildly in the confines of your chest.

The man snorted out a laugh, short and low as he leaned himself casually on a wooden support beam. Underneath the fabric of his black button up, his muscles flexed and glided deliciously as he settled his body weight again.

“No, I wouldn’t say I am. I work here, and although I just started around here,” he passed an unabashed look up and down your body that made you flush, “I wouldn’t forget meetin’ someone like you.”

At a loss for words, you simply gawked at him as you tried to reform yourself.

“I-uh, my uncle owns the fair, and the uh-the cows, and I got stuck working in here until Steven can get back. So I’m really just looking for-”

“Oh, you’re Y/N? Your uncle mentioned he’d be sending someone to replace Steven.” He interrupted, arching an eyebrow lazily when you nodded. There was a slight smirk befalling his lips, the perfectly plump flesh twisting in his clear scrutiny of your words.

Simply nodding your confirmation seemed to be good enough for him as he pushed his lean body off of the wooden beam and took two measured steps closer to you. The heels of his boots clicked loudly each time, only punctuating his current upper hand. He stuck his hand straight out in front of him, simply waiting for you to meet him halfway.

When you finally did, you hoped he would disregard your clammy palm that only compounded upon feeling his perfectly calloused skin tight against your much less worn hand.

“Yeonjun.” He simply said, pressing his fingers into you harder as you finally actually shook hands. The blunt press of his fingernails digging into the back of your hand sent shivers down your spine, mind jumping to what they would feel like raking down the sensitive skin of your back or down the inside of your thighs or between the strands of your hair or-

“You okay there?” Yeonjun questioned, dropping your hand to cross his arms over his toned chest. Caught red handed, you busied yourself with looking at the stray pieces of hay which had littered the barn’s floor before you answered with a meek yes.

‘Well,” you finally looked back up to see that his eyes were still trained intently on your face. There was absolutely no way he hadn’t seen your blush by now.

“I’m your uncle’s new ranch hand, so it’s gonna be me and you in here till Steven comes back.”

At his words, you suddenly realized just how calm the once bustling barn had become, and you were sure that everyone who had helped bring in the cows had moved on to other tasks. It seemed that you and Yeonjun were the only two people left in the barn. He was still standing dangerously close to you, bodies just about a foot apart until you took a tentative step backwards. Your heart was beating double the normal rate, distracted by the absolutely perfectly crafted man you somehow ended up in the sole presence of. He simply watched you back away, never dropping the sly smirk as he watched you panic. Damn Yeonjun and his perfect looks and perfect charm.

Maybe you should go to your uncle and tell him that there was no way you could work alongside Yeonjun. You could easily make up some kind of story that the two of you didn’t get along, and that he would need to find someone else to help out until Steven could be back and-

“Look out!” Yeonjun suddenly called, eyes widening in the split second you could still see them. In all your thinking, you had continued to slowly back away from him, so lost in your own mind that you didn’t realize you were seconds away from tripping over a stray bucket and hitting your head. Which is exactly what you did.

The floor of the barn, although partially cushioned by hay, was harsh against the back of your body. Your head bounced with a sickening echo, coupled with the skidding of the metal bucket in the opposite direction, it’s contents of some feed spread out messily through the hay, some kibbles sliding into the pens of eager cows who bent to gobble up their extra snack.

Yeonjun appeared over you as soon as you could open your eyes again, pain shooting through your head and top of your spine- where your body had bounced the most.

“Are you alright?” Yeonjun pulled you up gently, laying a large, warm hand on your back to keep you steady. His eyes were still wide, roaming your face in quick succession to see if you had any physical evidence of pain.

“Just- uh- gonna have a headache, probably.” You supplied, head still spinning. Yeonjun frowned, continuing to roam his hands over the back of you body. Although you knew he was simply looking for injuries, a shiver ran down your spine at his delicate yet assured touch.

“‘Don look like you’re hurt too bad, but I’m sure you’ll bruise,” his voice had become more gruff since he began his examination. “C’mon,” was the only warning he afforded you before hooking one arm under your armpits, easily pulling your weight off of the floor where you laid. The other arm came to hook under your knees until you were laid bridal style in his arms. Instinctively, both of your arms flew around his neck, almost sending his hat flying with your haste. Up this close, you could smell the intoxicating mix of the whatever musky-vanilla cologne he had sprayed on, undercut by the faint smell of the outdoors that was much earthier and full. You barely took notice of where he was hauling you off to, more than content to stare up at the smooth, sharp plains of his face.

Shortly, the two of you arrived at what seemed to have been his goal all along- his impressively well kept Chevy pickup. It was sleek black, shining in the high noon sun as if it had just been polished. The tires were sporting a bit of mud- but it was much cleaner than the pickup of any other man around your town. Carefully, Yeonjun led you out of his arms and on to the ground, but not before holding both of his hands on your hips until you steadied yourself.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you commented as he swung open the drivers side door, giving you a good thirty seconds to marvel at the way his jeans stretched deliciously over the curve of his ass and fullness of his thighs. He was searching for something, rummaging through the center consol of his vehicle in intense concentration as you waited.

“Here,” he finally left the car, spinning back around to you smoothly and extending a small bottle of Advil in one hand and a water bottle, warm from the sun, in the other. “Take some of these.” You nodded, downing the two small pills with a little swig of the too-warm water. It was an uncomfortable feeling but you tired your best to mask it knowing that the cowboy was still keeping a close eye on you.

“I meant it, earlier. That you didn’t have to do that. Or this.” You waved vaguely to your throat to indicate the pills you’d just taken from him.

“Is’okay. Used to helpin’. Now are you gonna come back to the barn with me or should I expect to tough out the rest of the day alone?” Happily, you noted that the teasing inclination of his voice had returned. You assessed the pain in your head, carefully weighing his question before you decided that yes, you would come back to the barn with him.

——

The next morning you arrived at the fairgrounds, still fatigued from all the work you’d done the day before. Your feet ached deeply, seeping into the muscles of your calves even as you stretched your legs in every way you could think of. The temperature of the day had already risen to an unforgivable heat which blanketed your every move and had your thin T-shirt sticking to your skin with perspiration. Every step you took reminded you that the air was still and hot and unforgiving. Not to mention the still occasionally throbbing pain in the back of your head from yesterday’s misfortune. As you neared the barn, catching a whiff of the distinct scent of cows exasperated by the heat, you wondered if you’d finally gone insane.

And then you spotted Yeonjun, intently speaking to one of the largest cows your uncle owned as he brushed her, ensuring that her coat was nice and shiny for the visitors that would begin funneling in once the evening fell. He was dressed almost the same as yesterday, except he had swapped the traditional black button up for a simple white T-shirt, most likely due to the sweltering temperature. It was tucked perfectly into the waist of his belted jeans, slightly stained with dirt as evidence of his work so far. Every movement he made to brush at the cow defined the lines of his biceps, drawing your attention steadily toward his veined hands which you noticed had rings adorning them today. The silver metal matched the gleam of his earrings, shimmering in the streams of light that the sun provided.

Quietly you stood at the entrance of the barn, marveling at his physique and the way his voice filtered through the air until it collided with your ears. You held back a laugh as he began cooing at the cow, complimenting her for being so good as the animal chewed at some hay nonchalantly. His hair seemed less messy today, like he’d taken the time to style it despite the nature of his work. You would have been more than happy to stand at the entrance of the barn and silently watch him work, but life can be cruel.

“You see, pretty lady...” you heard Yeonjun continue talking to the cow as he put down the brush. “I would love to spend all day with you, but unfortunately I gotta lot to do around here. And Y/N...well she’s spent the last 5 minutes staring at me instead of stepping up to brush any of your friends.” Shock and embarrassment washed your nerves, and you were sputtering in an instant.

“I wasn’t just staring- I was, I was waiting until you were done so that I could ask-“

“Didn’t say I minded.” Yeonjun supplied calmly, finally fixing his deadly auburn gaze onto you. Fuck, how did he always look so good? Unabashedly, he swiped his eyes over your body, and although you would normally feel scandalized, you wanted nothing more than for him to look at you. For a moment, the two of you stared at one another from across the barn, appraising each other as your mind ran wild. A feeling akin to electricity sparked under your skin, as if you’d be connected to a live wire as soon as he took a calculated step closer to you. The heels of his boots clicked against the wooden floor with every step, punctuating just how slowly he was making his advance. You felt a bit like prey being stalked as your larger, more skilled hunter circled in on you, but you were far from complaining.

About a foot away from your now trembling body, Yeonjun stopped. Your heart was hammering so hard against your ribs that you assumed it was trying to escape the confines of your chest and jump to the floor.

“Here, you’ll be needin’ this,” he drawled, lifting the brush which he’d been using on the other cow up toward you. Carefully, you grasped the tool, pretending your digits didn’t shake when he purposely brushed the delicate pads of his fingers against yours. When he finally dropped his hand away, you cradled the brush close to your sweaty form and gripped onto it for dear life. Without another word, you hurried away from him to tend to the nearest cow. You needed a breather, to be honest. Too much Yeonjun could put you at risk for a heart attack if you weren’t careful.

For a while, it seemed as if he had vanished completely. It was easily to get lost in the simple work of brushing the cows, especially along with the low warbling tones of whatever country station the radio inside the barn had been set to. You were never one for country music, even considering your upbringing, but between the work you were doing, the oppressive heat and the yearning crush weighing on you, it just seemed right to listen to the twang of Jason Aldean.

When he came back, he seemed to materialize out of thin air. You had just finished up brushing the last cow and had moved on to rewriting some of their name tags when he shortly announced that he was back.

“Oh, hey,” you spoke meekly in the hopes to mask your excitement at his return. Cheekily, he grinned, showing off pearly white teeth and perfectly pointed canines.

“Missed me that much, huh?” He chided, brushing past you easily as he took in your improved handwriting on the tags. “Damn. Didn’t even know her name was Daisy. Your uncles’ writing had me calling her Paisly this whole time.”

A low hum of a laugh lifted into your throat as you nodded, focusing on the delicate loop of a J in the next cow’s name. There was silence for a bit, the only sound being the scratch of the chalk you were using to write.

“How’s your head?” Yeonjun asked, hazarding another comment that made your surmize he was trying his best to start a casual conversation. A smirk played onto your lips. In all your 20 years of living, you’d never had the pleasure of having the cat and mouse game being reciprocated.

“It’s okay, just hurts a little bit. I do have a pretty nasty bruise too.” You weren’t lying. The fall had created a large, purple-brown bruise on your lower back that extended slightly to your left ass check, where you must have taken most of the impact of the fall. Yeonjun fell silent, and you were a bit disappointed that he couldn’t come up with a counter as you focused on writing the next cow’s name. The aforementioned bruise had given you a little bit of a limp, and maybe you exaggerated it now in the two steps it took to reach the next pen.

“Need someone to take a look at it?” His voice was suddenly right behind you, tickling the hairs on the back of your neck until they stood up straight. How he had snuck up behind you without the tell tale sounds of his boots was beyond you. Even though you were already sweating, you welcomed the radiating feel of his body heat coming off of his chest in waves. Trying your best to keep your letters from becoming shaky, you hummed in thought.

“Looks and feels pretty much like a nasty bruise to me, Yeonjun. Dunno if I need a second opinion when the damn thing makes it hard for me to even walk. But if you’re so inclined,” you turned your head to make eye contact with him, subsequently catching him in the act of staring down at your ass. He didn’t even bother to stutter out an apology or excuse- just simply looked back up at you with his steady gaze. You remarked that his lips looked plumper than normal, almost raw, like he had been biting at them during some point in the day. He didn’t bother to take a step back; simply maintaining his close distance and waiting for you to make the next move. He had placed the fate of this interaction in your hands, and now you were free to play with him a bit. Slowly, you lifted the hem of the back of your shirt just enough that you knew he could see the blooming bruise in most of its glory. He took a small step back now, to appraise the full scale of the bruise that spanned from left to right across your body.

“Why the hell did you come back today sportin’ an injury like that?” His voice was gruff, punctuated with the same concern that you had heard yesterday when you fell. The pads of his fingers skidded carefully across the afflicted skin, touch so light that you almost missed it. Suddenly insecure and a bit overwhelmed by his touch, you dropped the hem of your shirt and turned just enough that his hands fell away from your back.

“I didn’t want to leave you here all alone, and who knows how long it’ll take to heal? I promised my uncle I’d be here. Plus I kind of really need the paycheck, so...here I am.”

Eyebrows knitted, Yeonjun opened his mouth to make his next comment when the loud, familiar voice of your uncle busted through the relative silence of the barn. Yeonjun shuffled away from you quickly as if he had already been scolded. It hurt a bit, but you understood his hesitation in being caught in a possibly compromising situation with his employers niece.

Yeonjun called back to him, walking briskly toward the entrance of the barn and leaving you behind to strain your ears in an attempt to catch any important bits of information. You could have sworn you heard your name being passed between the two men, but there was no way you could be sure from so far away. A welcome breeze passed through the barn, bringing your attention back to the actual job at hand although you could still feel the ghost of Yeonjun’s touch.

----

About a week later, the temperature had plateaued to a pleasant level and brought along a fresh wave of visitors to the fairgrounds. All morning, the barn had been bustling with wide eyed children and experienced farmers who came to size up the competition. You were busy refreshing the hay inside of one of the pens when you heard Yeonjun’s smooth voice for the first time in a few hours. The barn had been so noisy and loud as soon as the grounds opened for the public that you hadn’t seen him since you arrived in the morning. Across the barn, he was entertaining a group of girls, all listening intently to whatever information he was spouting. They all had perfectly styled hair and legs to die for- stretching perfectly out of their cut-offs and practically begging for attention. The one closest to him was staring at his arms with no regard for how obvious she was being, and you were sure that every other girl in the half circle was ogling him in some fashion. You shouldn’t have been surprised, you guessed, since he made you feel just as brain dead, but you still boiled inside at the sight of two of the girls murmuring amongst each other. It was tough to tell exactly what he had said, but the raucous round of laughter that shot into the air clued you in to the fact that he had probably just served them one of his sub-par farming jokes.

He flashed them the same smile that had made your heart stutter countless times, and a sick feeling of anger pushed through your veins. With an unnecessarily hard push, you exited the pen you had just refreshed and moved on to the next. There was no doubt that Yeonjun took note of the unnecessarily loud clink of the metal gate, and you really fucking hope he got the message. Anger still bubbling just under your skin, you ignored the cow who sweetly bowed it’s head in search of affection.

“Hello?” Someone asked as soon as you turned your back. Taking what you hoped would be a soothing breath, you spun on your heel to address the visitor. He was probably in his mid to late twenties, with cute curly hair and the usual t-shirt and jeans combo you were used to seeing men around your town wear. The way he looked was just about exactly what you would expect from a man visiting your uncles fairgrounds, as they all dressed about the same. He wasn’t your type, but over his shoulder you could see that Yeonjun had refocused his attention on you after you apparent fit with the door. A sickly sweet smile pulled your cheeks until they hurt, but you laid it on thick as you walked over to the door of the pen.

“What can I do for ya?” Making sure to lay your voice on the extra sweet side, you took careful note of the way the man roamed his eyes over your face, stopping to flick between your lips and the low-riding cut of the shirt you’d worn today.

“I was just uh, looking around. Got some pretty nice cows here, they yours?” You forced a laugh, throwing your hair over your shoulder before shaking your head.

“Oh no, I just help out around here, ya know, cleaning and brushing the cows. They belong to my uncle. Like anything you see?” Deliberately, you tossed the bait and looked over his shoulder to find Yeonjun in the exact same spot as before, bottom lip locked between his teeth as he watched the interaction. Good. He deserves to have to watch this after you had to see him make those girls trip over their own feet just by existing.

The man chuckled, clearly picking up on the inclination of your question as he hummed in thought. “I think I have my eye on someone,” he responded, resting his arm casually on the metal gate just a few inches from where you had draped your own. Instinctively, you looked at his arm- much less defined than Yeonjun’s- and noticed just about the biggest red flag you could ever see on a man you’re flirting with. A wedding band.

“Ah, better be your wife you’ve got an eye on,” you quipped, mostly upset that your revenge on Yeonjun had been partially spoiled. There was no way you could stay here and flirt with a married man just to make Yeonjun jealous. Defeated, you made to pull your arm off of the gate and go back to working on the hay when the man grabbed at the supple skin of your forearm to stop you.

“She won’t mind, sweetheart,” he drawled, the cool press of his ring a persistent reminder of how much of a scumbag he was being.

“No, somehow I really think she would mind.” You yanked your arm again, managing to gain just a few inches back from his hold. He huffed, pinching his blunt nails into your skin enough to scratch thin red lines.

“I’d let go if I were you. Move on along, huh?” Yeonjun’s familiar tone met your ears, and you belatedly noticed that he had come right up behind the guy. You had never seen him look quite so intimidating as he did in the moment, with his eyebrows pulled together grimly. His mouth was set in a harsh line, unforgiving as he gripped at the man’s shoulder, fingers curling into the fabric of his tshirt. Finally, the man dropped his grip from you, shot Yeonjun a nasty look that you were sure he thought was manly, and strode off to presumably find his poor wife.

Feeling small under Yeonjun’s gaze, you simply looked down at the faint red tracks now decorating your arm.

“He could have really hurt you.” He muttered, keeping his voice low as to keep other visitors from overhearing.

“He didn’t.” You spat, annoyed that he had to save you from yet another mishap.

“Guys like that...they don’t have any respect for people like you. People who have a backbone.” His eyes were large, imploring you with the intensity of his stare. You avoided his gaze for a few more seconds, knowing that your resolve and previous anger would disappear. You shuffled some hay under your sneakers and a piece of you hoped Yeonjun would simply walk away, but you could still see the toes of his boots poking underneath the metal gate.

“Thank you,” you whispered, finally meeting his gaze and feeling the tension melt from your bones. His features had softened considerably, and you almost forgot the pain that had split your heart upon seeing him flirting with other girls. You knew he wasn’t yours, but you wished more and more every day that he was.

----

“I won’t be needin’ you in the barn tonight, by the way,” your uncle bellowed from across the barn. In the whole time you’d been working alongside Yeonjun in here, you had never once seen your uncle actually come into the barn. You knew he was busy with dozens of other things, but for as much as he loved his cows you were shocked at his lack of attendance. Today he stood right in the middle of it, patting the head of one of the cows with a contented look on his face as visitors swirled around. Yeonjun, who was in the middle of refilling a trough of water, popped his head up in shock at the words.

“Really?” You enthused, dropping the rake you had in your hands to rush over to your uncle and see if he was joking.

“Really. Got an old friend comin’ in who I wanna show off the cows to, so I won’t need the two of you caring for ‘em. He’ll be here in about,” he paused to glance down at the watch he’d worn for as long as you could remember, “about twenty minutes, if the two of you want to take off now.”

Not having to be told twice, you waved your uncle goodbye, shot a quick smile at Yeonjun, and made a b-line to your car. Just as you pulled on the handle of the driver’s side door, Yeonjun was calling your name.

“Hey!” He called, a little breathless from the jog he’d taken to catch up with you. “What are you uh, gonna do with the night off?”

“Why, you wanna hang out?” You offered, half-teasing but very much offering your time to him.

“No- I wasn’t, that’s not what I was...”

“I’ll be here,” you responded coolly. “Might come with some friends, might just come to stuff my face full of fair food. All the things I normally do when I work somewhere that isn’t the barn. I’m finally gonna get myself a damn funnel cake. But first, I’m going home to shower.” You opened your driver’s side door all the way and hopped in before he could respond. “See ya there?” You asked, hoping to probe him toward offering to meet you there. He stuffed his hands in his front pockets, swaying on the balls of his feet. His face twisted as you assumed he was contemplating his options.

“Maybe,” he finally conceded, nodding softly as he watched you through the rolled down window of your car. “Maybe I’ll see ya there, Y/N.”

----

The sun had just begun to set when you got back to the familiar fair grounds, painting the sky in a orange-pink mix that delighted you beyond words. You had ended up coming to the fair alone; partly because all of your friends had already gone on other nights you were working and partly because you were hoping to run into Yeonjun. The parking lot was full to the brim, and you found yourself looping around to the slightly hidden employee parking lot instead of being sanctioned to the overflow lot down further down the dirt road. As you pulled into the closest spot, you caught a glimpse of a very familiar sleek black Chevy pickup in your rearview mirror. Excitement made you dizzy, hands shaking as you flipped down your overhead mirror to straighten yourself up. If you were going to see Yeonjun tonight, you were going to make it count.

Throngs of visitors swirled around you, chatting and laughing over the piped in country music that you’d been hearing almost nonstop all summer long. With the sun setting, everything was casted in an idyllic golden glow that made you feel like you were in a coming-of-age film and not just your uncle’s fair that you had come to every year since your birth. A group of visibly drunk friends barreled past you, slurring and hiccupping as they narrowly avoided spilling their beers all over themselves. Grease and sweat mixed to create an atmospheric scent that was so inherently fair that you almost wished they sold candles that smelled the same way. Without even thinking about it, your feet carried you toward the funnel cake stand which was supposed to be your fate for the summer. To be honest, you were still quite upset that you hadn’t got to spend your days munching on pieces of fried batter and chatting with the family friends your uncle hired every year.

Finding yourself at the back of a winding line, you resigned to the one thing that sucked about coming alone. There was no one around you to make conversation with as you waited for food. You had come to the fair many times with your friends from school and various dates, but you couldn’t think of a single time you visited the fair all by yourself. Idly, you scrolled through your phone and inched up appropriately with the line.

“Y/N! Hey!” Yeonjun yelled, approaching you quickly. A wide smile split your face, giving away your excitement at spotting him.

“Oh hey! I’m finally getting a funnel cake!” He was wearing his usual outfit, closer to the look you had seen him in the very first time you met. Outside of the barn he seemed much more casual, and even casted in an odd mix of setting sunrays and the harsh neon from the rides behind him, he looked ethereal. His eyes sparkled with that unmistakable mirth that he always seemed to harbor around you.

“I saw that. Looked pretty lonely over here with your nose in your phone, figured I’d come see if you could use some company.” He was throwing you the line, waiting to see if you’d latch on. And who would you be if you didn’t?

“Hmm, I think that would be nice. Although I really can’t promise I’ll share the funnel cake.” You stepped forward with the line again, and he came with you easily, falling right beside you so closely that you could feel the heat radiating from his side.

Once you finally had the hot treat balancing on a thin paper plate, you rushed Yeonjun to the nearest empty bench and dug in. The dough was still scalding, having just been pulled from the fryer, but the amazing taste was good enough for you to ignore the burn. Yeonjun sputtered a laugh as you shoveled in the dough, wiping powdered sugar onto your legs with reckless abandon. Teasingly, he snuck a hand up to the plate and pulled off a piece of funnel cake; pulling a teasing whine from your throat as you shook your head no rapidly.

“Too late,” he mumbled, “already in ma mouf.” Swallowing your own piece, you widened your eyes and punched at his thigh, firm and muscular.

“Rude! You should have gotten your own!” He smiled cutely down at you, nose crinkling as he finally swallowed. Some powdered sugar had slid onto his button up, but you decided not to tell him in favor of keeping his attention focused on you the way it was now. You felt hot but extremely comfortable under his gaze, feeling a stutter in your chest that increased the adrenaline in your veins. He was so close, and so endearing, and the way he was focused on your face was so fucking cute.

“You’ve got,” he motioned to his own face, brushing his finger against his chin. You tried to mirror his action, swiping at the same spot, but the frown on his face told you that you had missed.

“Lemme, can I?” You nodded before the words even came out, eager to feel his calloused hands on the sensitive skin of your face. His eyes narrowed in concentration as he cupped your jaw and inched his thumb, much slower than what would be considered normal, toward your chin. With one gentle swipe, the stray powdered sugar was gone, yet his hands remained. God, you wanted to kiss him so badly. The lighting had casted a gorgeous shade along his cheekbones, highlighting the beautiful length of his eye lashes and the rounded tip of his nose.

Up this close, you examined the curve of his lips; the soft definition of his cupid’s bow and the perfect pink of his mouth.

“Yeonjun-” he surged forward, stalling the words in your throat as he finally pushed his lips against yours. His fingers gently curled around your neck, gripping at strands of hair like he was afraid you were going to run away. It was quite the opposite, actually, as you happily hummed and leaned into the kiss you’d been waiting for. He tasted like funnel cakes and a faint hint of mint gum, just intoxicating enough to have you clawing your hands into the collar of his shirt. The funnel cake plate began to slide off of your lap, but you could not have cared less as you swiped your tongue over the seam of his lips, greedily pushing to get more out of him.

He hesitates, still eager to kiss you back, but not enough to let you have full reign. Pouting a little, you decided to make the best of your time by nibbling at his bottom lip playfully. Yeonjun pulled away just enough to separate the two of you gently, chests heaving as you both readjusted to a life not attached at the lips.

“Sorry,” he grunted, voice much rougher around the edges than you’d ever heard it. The sound sent a chill down your spine. “Sorry that I didn’t, uh, wanna-” his cheeks flushed startlingly fast and he sighed. “I just don’t want to mess this up, whatever this is. I just...I like you too much, ya know?” The shyness in his voice was endearing, and it wasn’t hard at all to let your own desires fall to the wayside. He likes you.

“That’s okay, Yeonjun. You know I really like you too, right?”

“Hmm,” he pondered, leaning back into his usual persona at your acceptance. “Did I know that? Maybe all those times I caught you staring, or how fuckin’ clumsy you get if I even so much as compliment you...yeah. I think I know.” A permanent smile was stuck on your face, unbreakable in the presence of Yeonjun and his intoxicating aura.

----

The next morning, you’d walked into work on clouds. You and Yeonjun had spent the whole night together; strolling hand in hand, eating your way through the grounds and dragging one another on the carnival rides.

He wasn’t around when you entered the barn, but the evidence that he was somewhere around was enough to kick you into gear. You were shoveling food into a trough, making one-sided conversation with the cows in front of you when you heard him stroll in.

“Hey!” You called over your shoulder, too focused on getting the food actually inside the container to turn around. Yeonjun didn’t answer, but you just finished the task at hand and figured you’d try again in a few moments. Once you were done with the food, you spotted him walking back from the storehouse with a fresh bale of hay in his arms.

He plopped it down on the floor of the barn and you tried again.

“Good morning,” you smiled, approaching him with a grin. He looked up at your breifly and simply nodded, turning on his heels to go back to the storage. Your heart plummeted to your feet just like it had on the rollercoaster he had forced you on to just about 12 hours ago.

What the hell had happened in between the time you parted and the time you both came into work? If you hadn’t known him better, you would have chalked it up to a bad morning, or maybe he was still too tired.

But in all the time you had worked together, he had never once ignored you. He always greeted you in the morning, began a conversation about nothing or at least asked you how you slept. No matter how shit he was feeling, Yeonjun had always made it clear to you that you were worth his time. Did you ruin it all with the kiss? Even though he had seemed so ecstatic last night, maybe he woke up this morning with regrets stacked up. Maybe he was afraid of what your uncle would think. In your idle thinking, you hadn’t noticed the accumulation of hay bales that he had brought in. A stack of four now stood before you, and he was just feet away with the fifth. He was huffing, face reddened with the sheer weight of the bales.

“Yeonjun, do you need help?” You tried again, hoping that maybe lodging a question would garner a real response, but you got nothing. He simply dropped another bale and made to leave the barn again.

“Yeonjun!” You bellowed, hopping around the bales to catch up to him. You jumped in his path, holding one hand to each shoulder. Despite his strength advantage, he stopped in his tracks and gazed down at you. You noticed that he looked tired, slight bags residing under his eyes, and you wondered if we had gotten any sleep at all. “What’s up with you?”

He sighed, pushing his fingers into his temples.

“I don’t have time for this, Y/N.” He tried to pass around you again, but you planted your feet and pushed at his chest with all of your might.

“We are going to talk about this. The cows are fed, and the new hay can wait. Why the fuck are you avoiding me? After last night? If you don’t actually like me, or you regret it, just tell me the truth. Be a big boy, Yeonjun. Don’t leave me out here high and dry.” The steeliness in his eyes softened at your words and a frown marred his flawless face.

“No, god no. I do like you, Y/N. And yesterday was great and I don’t regret any of it but I just...I just don’t trust myself. The last person I dated,” he rubbed his hand into the back of his neck, “I messed it up. Bad. And the last thing I want is to do that to you, too. I’m trying to keep you away from all of this mess. So I’m sorry, but you have to just...forget last night.”

You were stunned to silence, disbelief bubbling in your chest. How bad of a fuck up could his last relationship have been? The Yeonjun you knew was nothing but caring, goofy, smart and charming. Everything you could have ever dreamed up in a man.

“Look, I don’t know what happened last time, but I know that you’re being way too hard on yourself. You’re...Yeonjun, you’re as close to perfect as anyone could get. And even if you are a mess,” you made sure that his tired eyes never left yours, “well, so am I. I fell flat on my ass the first time we met, I step in cow shit on the daily, and somehow you still find it in yourself to like me back. So whatever you’re worried about, forget about it. Okay?”

A small, slow smile cracked onto his face, exposing the white, pearly teeth that you were so envious of. “I never told you this,” he began, the cheerful inclination of his voice made your heart soar, “but I had to try so hard not to laugh when you fell. Like- the look on your face!” His voice tapered off into a full-bellied laugh; music to your ears.

“Okay, okay! I was trying to cheer you up, and now you’re just bullying me!” You yelled, pushing at his chest gently in a bid to get him to stop.

“Hmm, well you did help make me feel better, but ya know what would really cheer me up?” His laughter had ceased, but the apples of his cheeks were still risen and rosy from the effort. His hands encircled your waist delicately, pulling you into his chest. “If you could just...kiss it better?” He pouted exaggeratedly, leaning down to level your heights. And how could you resist?

You met him halfway with the same vigor as yesterday, still shocked by the easy way your mouths fit together. With every intention of respecting the boundary he set yesterday, you were more than happy to lean into the sweet roll of his lips until you were in need of a breather. The hands on your waist tightened, pulling your bodies impossibly closer and Yeonjun mumbled something that you didn’t quite catch, although you didn’t have time to ponder it as he took the imitative to deepen the kiss.

Finally kissing him the way you’d desired made you feel like you were on fire, every inch of your skin sensitive. Yeonjun was persistent, guiding you backwards slowly. You couldn’t see where you were going, but right now you would have trusted him with your entire life as he intoxicated you with his touch. Suddenly, your back was pressed against what you figured was the wood paneling just inside the barn’s entrance. Yeonjun finally backed away from you as your chest heaved, mind fuzzy from the rush of serotonin. Without a word he descended on you again, kissing sloppily down your jaw and neck, leaving at least two purpling bruises in his wake. Frantically, you knocked his hat backwards off of his head, weaving your fingers into his fading pink hair as he worked at the junction of your neck and collarbone. Losing yourself in his touch was easy, sliding your eyes shut as the flat of his tongue soothed the skin he had just finished raising into a blooming bruise.

Yeonjun was just as consumed, mumbling compliments against your neck as his hands wandered to the hem of your shirt, sliding his large, warm hands under the soft cotton; roaming higher and higher-

“MOOOOO-” the cow closest to you bellowed, sliding her foot across the floor in a loud shuffle that alarmed you both. Yeonjun’s hands dropped away immediately, eyes comically wide as the cow stared at the both of you.

“She defintely just told us to knock it off and change the hay.” You joked, trying to pretend like the loud animal hadn’t scared the living shit out of you. Yeonjun was flustered, fumbling to readjust his trusty hat as he cleared his throat and threw you a shy look. His eyes flitted to your neck, no doubt admiring his handiwork, before straightening his shirt.

“I’m going to go...um, start on that hay now.”

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COSMIC - S3:E2; Chapter Two, The Mall Rats - [Pt. 4 - FINAL]

A Will Byers x Reader Series

Baffled with Mike's sudden behavior, El seeks out Y/n and Max for advice while Will struggles to get through to Mike and Lucas. Billy takes his co-worker on a field trip, and Steve and Dustin enlist a helpful ally in their top-secret mission.

⚠️: s3 mike wheeler, y/n and mike angst. more google translate. the reader eating ice cream [if you're lactose intolerant, it's dairy-free xp], mama steve loving and worrying about his children, his little henderson ducklings especially 🥰 *heavy sigh* oh yeah, kidnapping and more possible allegory to r*pe :( as usual, a marker will be placed but it plays till the end of the chapter so you only need one

🔑: y/f/o = your favorite [ice cream] order

📝: idk if the tip seems small or not but either way keep in mind this was the eighties so inflation hadn't gotten quite as bad yet. As far as the Mike stuff, I know he wasn't being possessive, he was just worried she would get caught and taken away or worse but also he handled it badly, and then everything else in this chapter just kinda rode that angsty bad decision train outta here lmao.

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"если действовать осторожно... неделя длинная. серебряный--"

Robin pauses her pacing momentarily to point at the tape Dustin has in his hands.

"Wait, that last part, just one more time,"

The sounds of the wires hissing as they rewind fill Robin's thoughtful silence.

"если действовать осторожно... неделя--"

"Okay, that word!" She says, and Dustin quickly presses pause. "Um... it's pronounced... 'dly-nna-ya.'"

"'Dly-nna-ya'" Dustin repeats, nodding excitedly.

"Which is spelled—"

"-D... D, D, D..." Dustin mutters, springing up from his seat, scurrying towards the whiteboard as Robin grabs the book. "The— The chair! The chair-looking thingy!" He says, pointing to the Russian 'д'.

"Yeah, okay," Robin mutters excitedly, hurriedly scribbling into their notes.

The glass partition swings open with a loud clang alerting Steve at the counter.

"We've got our first sentence,"

"Oh, seriously?" He asks, turning around with two orders in his hands.

"Yeah," Robin nods. She drops her voice into a lower pitch and imitates a Russian accent. "The veek is longh,"

Steve's face falls. "Well, that's thrilling,"

"I know, but," she shrugs. "Progress."

With that, she retreats into the window and slides the door close leaving Steve to return to his ice cream slinging duties.

"Okay, here you go. You got uh, a vanilla with sprinkles and extra whipped cream and one y/f/o,"

Steve hands off the rest of the orders to El and Y/n who gladly take them. Max stood next to them, digging into the order she had already been handed. She only comes up to say 'thanks' in near sync with her friends.

"Wait a second," he says, a thoughtful look falling over his face as he frowns at El. "Are even allowed to be here?"

The girls freeze, once again pausing to share a knowing look with growing ice cream-mustached smiles and giggle. In a hurry, the three of them scurry for the door. Y/n nearly makes it before coming to a skidding halt that leaves her bouncing on one foot as she catches her balance. She runs back to the counter with a mischievous smile and a dollar in hand.

Steve watches confused as she tucks the dollar away in the tip jar, and sends him what he finds to be a childish wink.

"Keep this quiet?" She asks, and he almost laughs. But he could tell she was all too serious. "Also this is your tip! Thanks, Steve,"

Steve watches utterly baffled as she turns on her heel and makes a break for the girls waiting just outside and around the corner.

"Okay?" He says, beginning to trail off. "Wasn't gonna tell anyone anyway?"

She's nearly out the door when he realizes what her being here means. He hopes it's not too late to call after her.

"Hey, wait a sec!"

Thankfully, she hears him and turns back around. He motions her forward and while confused, she ultimately complies.

"Hey, uh, does Dustin know you're here?"

Y/n tilts her head as she thinks about it then shrugs.

"I'm not sure, why?" She asks, taking a lick of her ice cream.

Steve hooks a thumb over his shoulder, gesturing to the window but he pauses when he realizes it's better she doesn't know what he's doing here. He quickly plays it off and plants both hands on the counter to lean against it.

"I don't, uh— It's just that he came by earlier and he seemed pretty down about last night,"

Y/n's shoulders slumped immediately, her eyes widening a little.

"He did?" She winced, nibbling nervously on her lip as she looked guiltily at her ice cream. And in doing so, any budding feeling of anger and protectiveness vanishes in Steve. "It's just, he wasn't there when I left and I assumed he went with the guys to Mike's."

With the same, guilty look in her eyes, Y/n glanced over her shoulder at her waiting friends and Steve instantly regretted bringing it up. He sighs, shaking his head.

"Look, it's—"

"If he comes back, will you tell him I'm sorry?" She laughed a little, very sheepishly. "That we can guilt Mom off the TV again so we can a have a monster movie night like we used to, or something?"

In that moment Steve decides not to be honest with her and tell her he's probably still too upset for that, he just doesn't have to heart to. Nor does Steve have the guts to say it wouldn't matter anyway, that he's right in the back room decoding a top-secret Russian communication. So instead, he forces his lips into a firm line that was supposed to be a smile and nods.

"Sure thing, kid,"

She perks a little. "Thanks, Steve. I'll see ya later,"

"Alright, take care," he straightens from the counter, watching as she retreats back out of the shop. He sighs again, almost hating how soft and protective he's become, and calls after her, nodding discretely in El's direction. It all comes out in the form of annoyance, though, naturally. "And don't be stupid, alright?"

Y/n smiles in response and returns to her friends. Together, the three of them disappear into the crowd.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

One of many sets of double doors swing open as Y/n, El, and Max step back out into the sunlight.

Despite their every desires to keep their special day at the mall going, the three girls knew the bus back into town was leaving shortly. Y/n takes another quick and frantic lick of her fastly melting ice cream as Max turns to El and gestures to her strawberry ice cream cone.

"Wanna trade?"

El responds with a giggle and eagerly trades off her vanilla cone for strawberry.

"No... fair," Y/n grumbles, nearly attacking her ice cream as it turns to a puddle before her eyes. She spares only a single second glare enviously at their still freshly frozen cones while she has spent between licks.

"You're not," lick. "making your," lick. "ice cr━ shit!" two licks. "melt."

The girls giggle again, wholeheartedly amused by the sight before them.

"Shut up," another lick.

"That's ridiculous," came a nearby, all too familiar whine. "Why can't I just—"

Max's face falls into a glower, pulling Y/n and El into a stop next to her. "Oh, you gotta be shitting me."

Just across the concrete entrance, fumbling to separate their bikes from the bike stands were Mike, Lucas, and Will.

Forgetting her melting ice cream momentarily, Y/n takes a moment to sigh at the ground when she realizes whatever is about to pass, will be far from good.

"—haven't got that much," Lucas says.

"Okay, what if we split it?"

"Split it with what? Does that even make sense?"

Two of the three boys continue to bicker, completely unaware of the three angry figures making their way towards them. More specifically, two angry figures and one slightly disgusted one who tosses out her nearly finished ice cream cone and the napkin she used to wipe her hands off with in the trash cans they all pass.

"Isn't this a nice surprise?" Max asks, plastering on a smirk as the three boys and their bikes come to a halt before them.

Mike's face pales when he realizes Max had caught him, and even more so when he realizes El is with her. His bike crashes to the ground, forgotten as he gapes at her.

"What are you doing here?"

"Shopping." She answers matter-of-factly, her icy stare never once wavering.

"This is her new style," Max says, eyeing him carefully. "What do you think?"

"What's wrong with you?" He spits, gesturing to El. "You know she's not allowed to be here."

"What is she, your little pet?" Max fires back.

"Yeah. Am I your pet?" El asks.

"What? No!"

"Mike, she needed this," Y/n says. "Besides, you lied to her! What are you doing here? You're not supposed to be here either."

Mike finally turns his wild gaze to Y/n, utterly baffled at the stance she was taking.

"Are you kidding me?" He gawks, ignoring her eye roll. "You of all people should know about keeping her a secret,"

Y/n hotly takes a threatening step forward. "Meaning what?"

"Meaning you would know, you're good at hiding her,"

Everyone inched closer, apart from El who was seething at Mike. Y/n, on the other hand, scoffs loudly, throwing her arms up in frustration.

"You said you were over that!"

"Yeah, well, guess I'm not,"

She looked around quickly, her voice falling into a whispered hiss. "What, so I should be locked up all day, too?"

"Maybe!" Mike said, instantly feeling guilty.

"Mike!" Will snaps, stepping forward another few inches. And so did El, her shoulder subconsciously shielding Y/n. Shielding her from, Mike, or Mike from her, she wasn't sure.

But she knew she was livid. And hurt.

Mike sighs, putting his face into his hands and running them tiredly over his face.

"I'm sorry, that was over the line," he sighs, sounding embarrassed.

"-You're damn right it was," Y/n snapped.

"But that doesn't change the fact that she really can't be here," he corrects himself, looking El in the eye carefully. "You can't be here. It's not safe,"

"I can take care of myself," El says.

"I mean," Mike sighs again, frustrated as he trips over his own words. "you and a lot of other people could be in danger if anybody starts asking questions. I just care about you, alright? And I don't want anything to happen to you, not again,"

El shakes her head, all visible anger melting away leaving only sadness in its wake.

"Then why do you treat me like garbage?"

"What?"

"You said Nana was sick,"

The panic returns to his eyes, and he and Lucas desperately try to cover their tracks.

From over their shoulder, Y/n meets eyes with an exasperated Will, and the couple shares a look and tired shake of the head.

"She is. She is sick!"

"Yeah, sick— she's sick," Lucas nods. "She's super sick. And that's why we're here, actually."

Y/n silently meets Will's eye again and makes out the subtle firm line he presses his lips into and the small shake of his head 'no'.

Oblivious to Will, the two continue.

"Yeah, w-we're shopping! Not for us, but for her, for Nana,"

"For Nana."

"Also," Mike sighs, giving El an earnest look. "we're here to get a gift for you. It's just, we couldn't find anything that suited you and I only have, like, $3.50, so it's hard."

"-super hard." Lucas sighs, giving an honest, apologetic look to all three of them. "It's— It's expensive,"

"Speaking of," came Will's, softened voice. "Here ya go. Sorry it's not real,"

He takes a step forward and sheepishly offers the small goodie bag to Y/n. Everyone watches confused and almost a little intrigued as Y/n takes it curiously. Quickly, she dives her gaze and hand into the baggie and smiles as she pulls out the small y/f/f candy ring.

"Oh, a ring pop?" She flashes Will a beaming smile as she rips open the package and slips it on her finger. "Thanks, Will,"

He nods happily, completely relieved she was this happy to get one.

Y/n's smile drops instantly when she remembers what they're interrupting and she quiets, clearing her throat a little.

"Sorry," she mumbled, sending an especially sorry look to El as her hand graces her shoulders in a gentle apology.

El sends her a weak smile, eyes falling back down. Sadly, she looks to her ice cream and then deeply into Mike's eyes as the day's events all come crashing down on her. And it's with great disappointment she realizes what has hurt her, and what hasn't.

She shakes her head softly, the disappointment evident on her face now more than ever.

"You lie," she says finally, all the more saddened to see Mike squirm under her gaze, only confirming her words. El shakes her head again. "Why do you lie?"

She waits and waits and when Mike can't give an answer, the screech of the bus's tires in the distance tells her a decision must be made. And it's with a seething glare, El makes up her mind.

Everyone watches carefully in silence as she takes three tantalizing steps until she's staring up at Mike. He's frozen, as is everyone else as he fears her next words. And he has every reason to.

"I dump your ass."

Y/n's eyes find Will's once again, this time, regret clouding them when she realizes. Tonight was meant to be spent at his house, dinner with him, Jonathan, and Joyce at least but it seems the day had different plans in mind. She stood rooted to the spot, her lips parted in shock as she processed what had just happened.

She detected sadness in Will's eyes, as she was used she had in her own but reality came crashing down, breaking her from her spell.

"I'm sorry," she sputters, more so to Will than Mike and Lucas. "I didn't think she would," she breathes.

"What?" Mike's widened eyes land on her, flickering between her and El's retreating figure. "Did you tell her to do this?"

"Of course not!" She said, eyes darting between him and Lucas sympathetically. "But it's still their decision. I'm sorry. I am,"

"Y/n! You coming?"

Y/n looked over her shoulder to find El and Max moving up the line, nearly ready to board. From there, El looked between Y/n and Mike, as if she were worried Mike would take it out on Y/n more. Y/n gave her friend a weak, reassuring smile and turned back to the guys.

Will specifically.

"I'm sorry," she said to Will, beginning to back away even though she didn't really want to leave him. "But I think I need to be with them right now. Is it okay if we take a rain check?"

Will smiled, nodding and she felt a fresh wave of guilt. She could have sworn she saw a hint of sadness but if it was ever there, he had buried it for her sake.

In a spur of the moment, she ran forward and planted a kiss on his lips before pulling back. She shot Lucas and Mike a lingering look, not really knowing what to feel for them in the moment.

And then she took off.

The three friends stood baffled, reeling from how much everything had changed so quickly. Their legs kicked into gear and followed the crowds to the bus but the doors had just swung closed. From where they stood at the curb, they could make out three familiar lingering silhouettes from behind the tinted windows, all piling in together.

Max had nabbed the window seat, El seating herself next to her. It was only a matter of moments before Y/n had joined them, plopping herself in the seat directly behind them. She peeked out over the low backs of their seats, wedged right in between them with a breathless look.

For just that moment, the three best friends sat there in stunned silence before breaking into a breathless laugh.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

The sun had set behind even the lowest of valleys, bathing the town in a pale glow and unforgiving chill that couldn't be quenched even on the hottest days of summer. Starcourt mall was alive in every way but one; the hum of the neon lights reached every corner, but the mall had long since closed leaving it a beautiful, vibrant wasteland.

The only remaining occupants were tucked away in the backroom of Scoops Ahoy, standing before a whiteboard facing the daring truth they had worked so hard to uncover. In perfect sync, they read the words aloud with confusion muddling their brains and exhaustion filling their systems.

"The week is long, the silver cat feeds when blue meets yellow in the west."

Steve, Robin, and Dustin stand before the translation willing something to make sense. But all they were left with when they turned in for the night, closing the grated metal gate that went with closing up shop was utter bafflement.

"I mean, it just..." Steve sighs into the ground, the keys in his hand turning in the lock. "It just can't be right."

"It's right," Robin assures. When Steve returns to his feet the three of them begin their lazy journey to the exit.

"Honestly, I think this is great news," Dustin shrugs.

"How is this great news?" Steve chuckles bitterly. I mean, so much for being American heroes. It's total nonsense."

"It's not nonsense. It's too specific. It has to be a code."

Steve's face screws up into a puzzled pout. "What do you mean, a code?"

"Like a super-secret spy code,"

"That's a total stretch,"

"I don't know, is it?" Robin scoffs.

"You're buying into this?"

"Listen, just for kicks, let's entertain the possibility that it is a secret Russian transmission. What'd you think they were gonna say, 'Fire the warhead at noon'?"

"Exactly," Dustin gestures, his gaze returning up to Steve to see the gears spinning in his head.

"And my translation is correct," Robin assures. "I know that for sure, so... 'The silver cat feeds'. Why would anyone talk like that unless they're trying to mask the true meaning of their message?"

"Exactly!"

"And why would anyone mask the true meaning of their message unless the true meaning of their message was somehow sensitive?"

By now, Dustin was rubbing his triumphant smirk in Steve's face. "Exactly."

"So I guess that confirms your suspicion," Robin says, looking to Dustin who remains triumphant.

"Evil Russians,"

Robin wears a tired smile as she looks back at Steve with a dry chuckle. "I can't believe I'm about to agree with this strange child, but, yeah, totally evil Russians."

"So how do we crack it?" Dustin asks, flashing his charming toothless grin her way.

"Well, I guess we translate the rest and hopefully a pattern emerges."

"A pattern. Right, like maybe 'silver cat' is a meeting place?"

"Or a person."

"Or a weapon,"

"It's probably gonna take a super genius to track it, but..." Robin trails off when she notices she is one dingus short. "Where's Steve?"

The new duo spin on their heels where they spot their missing friend a few yards down. He had a frown screwed onto his face as he stood in front of one of the many kiddie rides, his hands diving into his pockets no doubt searching for coins. Sure enough, the clinking of coins rattling together as he purs them out in his palm confirms their suspicions.

"Hey, Steve," Robin calls, her empty hand swinging limply out in a puzzled gesture. "What are you doing?"

"Uh, it's," Steve doesn't bother answering her question and the only time he picks his eyes up off his hands is to check the mechanical horse for its cost. "a quarter. I need--" he mumbles to himself, looking hopefully to his friends. "Do you have a quarter?"

Despite her confusion, Robin lets out a chuckle, and she and Dustin quickly shuffle over to Steve's side. "Sure you're tall enough for that ride?"

"Quarter!" He yells, jumping forward to catch the coin Robin flipped out for him.

He catches it with a clumsy spin and drops his knees to insert it into the ride. They watch was Steve remains huddled on the ground, a funny look on his face as the ride begins. Robin can't resist poking fun, and does with little strain on her voice to be heard over the music.

"You need help getting up, little Stevie?"

"Shh-shh! Shh!" Steve snaps, gesturing to the galloping horse. More specifically the music it plays. "Would you two just shut up and listen?"

Robin and Dustin are almost shocked at his seriousness, but the smile remains on Dustin's face from Robin's comment. That is until it eventually slips off his face when he realizes why the familiar tune being played before them was so familiar.

"Holy shit," he breathes, locking eyes with a grave-looking Steve. Dustin looks to Robin, helping her to connect the dots as he begins shedding his backpack from his shoulders. "The music,"

He had heard it all day. They all had while translating the tape. The very tune Steve had been complaining so much about.

"The music!" Dustin cries again, dropping to his knees as he desperately fishes his bag for the tape.

How had he not recognized it? Y/n and him used to ride the Indiana Flyer at the fair as soon as they were old enough. And then the caricell, over and over every year until they were old enough to ride the bigger rides. And even then, the tune carried out across the Fun Fair where it could be heard from as far as the top of the Ferris wheel. The two of them would drag their mother every year. It was the sound of his childhood.

Dustin presses play on the tape, and as he gazes up at Robin, silently pleading for the dots to connect the sound of the song on the tape is louder than Russian for the first time all day.

But Robin only shrugs between them.

"I don't understand,"

"It's the exact same song on the recording,"

"Maybe they have horses like this in Russia?"

"The 'Indiana Flyer'? I don't..." Steve shakes his head. The look on his face made clear he wished he was wrong. He looked... unsettled. "I don't think so. This code, it... it didn’t come from Russia."

And they that unease. They could feel it settling into their chests, making their hearts beat a little faster and their stomach twisting up into knots at what he said next.

"It came from here."

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

The roads are empty, even still. Crickets sing into the night and the steady breeze taking itself through Hawkins back roads are momentarily swept up with the leaves when a lone Chevrolet Camaro pulls into Brimborne. The lot remained abandoned, seemingly, other than the figure stepping out of the car, with sweat on his brow.

The summer sun had set hours ago, taking the searing heat with it. But the humidity that clung to the air felt to be Billy like he was sitting far too close to an open fire. But still, he lumbers to the trunk where the reason for his being here lies.

The latch opens with a loud clunk, and the trunk lid opens slowly. His eyes find the contents immediately, as does the murky light from the trunk bulb onto his face.

She was still unconscious.

A foreign voice in his brain — the one who had brought them both here, the one to have put here — spoke up again without permission. And yet, it didn't exactly speak in words, but feelings. And all that shot to the surface was one thing — one word.

Good.

It was Billy who couldn't stop thinking about it. What he had done. The small part of him that fought.

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- 𝗙𝗟𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 -

Among the pain, Billy feels tears building up inside him when he realizes what that tug in his gut is ordering him to do. He can also feel it happening again. He can feel himself slipping away, just as he had when he fled for the showers. But this time he fought it.

God, he fought it so hard.

But it wasn't enough.

His nails dug into the flesh of his knees that he had been clutching so tightly to his chest. That and the tears racing down his cheeks now blending with the water were the last things to happen that were truly Billy's doing.

"Billy, are you okay—?"

The last thing Billy sees before he loses control is his hand lunging for Heather's throat. His iron grip locks her in a chokehold and her hands fly to his. Desperately she claws at his hands, her nails raking into his skin but he never flinches. She feels her feet leave the ground, her toes grazing the tile floor as he picks her up and pins her to the stall doors.

Her widened, fearful eyes look deep into his but all she finds as he rips the curtain closed is the lack of human emotion within him. His eyes were hollow, the whites of his eyes running black and they are the last thing she sees before unconsciousness overtakes her.

- 𝗘𝗡𝗗 𝗢𝗙 𝗙𝗟𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 -

She's limp in his arms as he carries her throughout the darkness of Brimborne whose only source of light is moonlight spilling through the dirtied glass window panes hanging high above. He walks with all the time in the world, his eyes dead set on the last place Billy ever wanted to see again. The only sound to be heard within miles was the scuffle of his rubber soles scraping against the dirt and leaves sprinkled across the concrete.

The scratchy thumps of his boots turn to metal echoes as he disappears down the darkened stairwell. From there, inky blackness like the sludge coursing through his veins is all that can be seen. Little moonlight has survived the journey through the grated floor, but there was enough to illuminate Heather's body that he places onto the cement floor.

Soft, discomforted groans break through the duct tape over her mouth as she comes to. She rolls onto her back, confused as to why she feels pain in her head and cement digging into her spine.

But everything she needs to know becomes all too clear almost instantly when she sees Billy's hollowed eyes staring down at her from where he's perched above her. Panic sets in, and as she realizes all too late why she is unable to move her hands or feet. That doesn't stop Heather from trying as she fights against the restraints, eager to use her dried-out voice.

Her breath is knocked loose when Billy throws her back into the ground after she managed to sit up even an inch.

He keeps a small majority of his weight on her shoulders as he leans in close, his breath on her ear.

"Don't be afraid. It'll be over soon."

Tears tickle her temple when they escape her eyes. She prays for many things, but she'll even settle for the small possibility the sweat collecting on her skin is enough to weaken the tape on her mouth. Then maybe, just maybe she can scream for help.

"Just stay very still."

This specific hope fizzles away, drowning in her own confusion when, without moving his head, he looks to her and slowly peels the tape off of her lips.

She's too shocked to do anything. Too afraid. But she wasn't prepared to let that stop her. Heather was going to do something, she had to. She would.

But that all died when Billy suddenly stood up, looking almost disinterested in her as an eery, unnatural sound reverberates throughout the darkness before her. Slowly, her head turns to face the dark abyss when she catches movement out of the corner of her eye.

His face is as hard as stone though his eyes hold a flicker of struggle and pain when it all unfolds. Heather may be the only one in binding, but she is not the only one who is trapped. There is nothing at all Billy can do but watch as the large and bloodied mass of flesh stomps forward from the shadows, ready to feast.

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Sick of Losing Soulmates

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Months after you and Peter have broken up, you run into each other at Harry’s Christmas party.

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: Both fluffy and angsty. Mentions of alcohol and sex. A mild amount of curse words.

A/N: I’m ALIVE! I hope you all are having a wonderful holiday season, and Merry Christmas to everybody that celebrates it! I am so happy to be able to share my work with all of you! Enjoy <3

“And maybe we got lost in translation Maybe I asked for too much But maybe this thing was a masterpiece Till you tore it all up” -All Too Well, Taylor Swift

He wasn’t supposed to be here. Harry had promised you that his roommate would be spending the holidays with May back in Queens. But here he was, wearing the sweater that you had given him last year with his arm snaked around another girl’s waist.

“Hey!” Betty grinned, throwing her arms around you. She had a half-empty glass of mulled wine that you could tell was doing a good job of getting her tipsy. “I’ve missed you so much, Y/N. We never see each other anymore.”

She pouted, a pair of reindeer antlers where her signature black headband usually sat. “Are you okay?”

“Oh, yeah,” you assured her, still staring at Peter effortlessly carrying the conversation with a bunch of people you didn’t recognize. “Uh, who’s the girl with Peter?”

“Gwen Stacy,” she muttered, obviously not a very big fan. You figured it was because there was only room for one preppy blonde girl, and Betty didn’t feel like sharing that position with anybody else. “Don’t worry though! It’s nothing serious. Peter actually hasn’t really dated anybody ever since the two of you…”

Her voice trailed off as you locked eyes with her, silently communicating for her to drop the subject. It was a relief to know that he hadn’t moved on, but the fact that he was wrapped up in a fling with somebody else still made your heart hurt.

“Come on, Y/N. I’m sure MJ and Ned would love to see you! They’re over in the kitchen.” She reached for your hand, dragging you along through Harry’s expertly decorated apartment.

You dropped the box of cookies that you had baked on the counter before tapping MJ on the shoulder. She was turned away from you, lecturing Ned on why his secondhand Beyblades were not acceptable Christmas presents.

“Who the hell is touching me?” she snapped, turning around with a look on her face that told you she was ready to throw hands. “Holy fuck. Y/N! How long have you been here?”

MJ’s frown faded into a smile as she pulled you into a side-hug, her other hand busy nursing a glass of Harry’s infamously terrible eggnog. “Only a few minutes,” you laughed, your face smushed into her torso.

“Hi,” Ned piped up, offering a small wave. You could tell he didn’t really know where he stood ever since his best friend basically ripped your heart out and threw it on the floor. Well, it wasn’t actually that dramatic, but he had a flair for exaggerating stories. “Remember me?”

“Of course, stupid,” you grinned, offering a fist bump that he happily accepted. “How could I forget those iconic fits of yours?”

“True,” he said, popping his collar and doing a little twirl that made Betty and MJ roll their eyes. “You look pretty fly too, though.”

“Thanks,” you replied, holding the edge of your dress as you curtsied, something you and Ned had made a habit of doing as the so-called best dressed members of the group.

“You two are just as ridiculous as ever,” Betty mused, happy to see you still fit in just as perfectly as when you were Peter’s girlfriend, even if you weren’t around as much.

The reunion was interrupted by the loud chatter of a certain couple, and your heart sank as you watched a very drunk Peter and Gwen stumble towards the kitchen, a giggling mess. They situated themselves under the archway that separated the two rooms, a piece of mistletoe conveniently hanging above them.

You could tell that MJ was ready to put a stop to her friend’s embarrassing behavior, and the looks on Ned and Betty’s faces told you that they had no intentions of holding her back.

“They’re so gross,” MJ complained, setting down her untouched cup before excusing herself to drag Peter out of his drunken makeout session. “I can’t believe he’d do that when you’re right here!”

“Wait, MJ,” you blurted, grabbing onto her wrist to stop her. She turned to face you, her eyebrows furrowed. “It’s okay. I don’t care about it. I’m just going to head to the bathroom, alright? I’ll be right back.”

You did your best to stop yourself from tearing up, although you realized you had made the utter mistake of forgetting that the very arch that Peter and Gwen were sucking each other’s faces under was the only way out of the kitchen.

Not even a few moments of you awkwardly standing next to them, occasionally clearing your throat, made them notice you. Eventually, the discomfort grew too heavy, and you tapped Peter on the shoulder. He finally pulled away from Gwen, her lipstick smudged across his mouth and a dazed look on his face.

Gwen whimpered at the loss of his kiss, obviously annoyed at the random girl that had just interrupted them. As soon as Peter recognized that it was you, he stepped away from her, wiping his mouth and fixing the hair she had been running her hands through, just like you used to.

“Y/N. I didn’t know that you’d be here,” he reasoned, a blush spreading across his face as a sense of regret settled into his stomach.

“Obviously,” you sighed. This wasn’t the Peter you knew—the sweet, shy one that you had fallen in love with. “You guys are blocking the hallway, by the way.”

“Shit, sorry,” he stammered, stepping aside to allow you to pass in between them. He followed you, leaving Gwen irritated and confused as to who you were. “Y/N. Can we talk later?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. Nice sweater, though,” you quipped, not even turning back to meet his gaze before climbing the stairs towards the guest bathroom. Everything felt all too familiar, memories of you and Peter stumbling up the same steps after a date flooding your brain.

The first time Peter had kissed you was after MJ’s birthday party. Neither of you had been drinking, since you hated alcohol and Peter refused to touch any before he turned 21. This meant that you got to spend the whole night laughing at everybody else’s drunken mischief.

In the middle of his performance of some Nicki Minaj song, Ned managed to spill a whole can of beer on you and Peter, which resulted in many cheers as the two of you ran to his room to grab a change of clothes. Shirts came off, confessions were made, and the party went on without you guys.

You took a deep breath, shutting the bathroom door behind you and sitting on the edge of the bathtub. If you had known Peter would end up being here, you would have never accepted Harry’s invitation. There were so many old wounds being opened up that you had spent months trying to heal, and you weren’t sure some stupid Christmas party was worth it.

But you didn’t want to leave. It wasn’t fair how much the break up had stolen from you. All of your friends were here and you were tired of shying away from going out with them anymore because you were too scared to see Peter. Too scared that you would never be able to stop being in love with him.

By the time you rejoined the rest of your friends, Harry was announcing that it was time to start the game of White Elephant. You bit the edges of your fingernails as the party guests filed into Harry’s living room, hoping that Peter wouldn’t somehow pick your present.

“What’d you bring?” you asked Betty, squishing in next to her on the couch.

“Gift card to In-N-Out,” she giggled, satisfied that her present could only be used on the other side of the country. “But Harry’s rich friends might not have any trouble flying their private jets to California, so maybe I’m not as clever as I thought.”

“Heard that,” Harry said, leaning behind you on the edge of the couch. He placed a quick kiss on your cheek, something the two of you had always done as friends but stopped once you started dating Peter. “Hey, Y/N. Glad you could make it.”

“Hey, you,” you replied, smiling back at him, your leg bouncing impatiently. “We doing this thing or what?”

“Yeah, yeah, give me a minute,” he laughed, running out of the room. Moments later, he came back wearing a fake beard and a Santa hat, complete with a miniature sack of toys.

“Alright, boys and girls. Let’s get this game started! Hopefully you all know the rules, but I’ll repeat them anyway. I draw a name out of the sack, you pick a random present and open it up for everybody to see. The next person that goes can either steal your gift or pick a new one. If your gift gets stolen, you get to do the same. No stealing twice!”

The first couple of people you didn’t really know, and they had all pulled presents that were relatively uninteresting. A scented candle, toilet paper, a pair of socks. Nothing you really considered worth stealing, although Ned ended up taking a framed, autographed photo of Harry from MJ, which resulted in her stealing Gwen’s mini waffle iron.

By the time it was your turn, there weren’t many gifts left. Going with your gut, you grabbed the bag covered in glittering polar bears. Reaching past all of the tissue paper stuffed inside, you pulled out a red sweatshirt that you unfolded to see had a large graphic of Spider-Man printed on it.

“Oh,” you said, a little confused. The only people you knew that wore stuff with the Avengers on it were little kids, but you figured that was part of the joke. “I mean, I prefer Captain America, but thanks, whoever this is from!”

Peter’s face blushed to a shade of red, amazed that out of all the presents, you picked his. The only issue was that you didn’t know that he was actually the guy on the front of it. Nobody except Ned knew, although he was sure that MJ and Harry had caught on to his secret identity by now.

“Okay, two people left. Jake, you’re up next, buddy,” Harry called out, happily bouncing around the room, his Santa hat now replaced with a baseball cap that had “I Love Ned!” embroidered on it. You watched nervously as he walked around the room, eyeing up all of the presents before settling on the tiny, golden box that you had placed under the tree when you first arrived.

“Let’s see what we’re working with,” he smirked. Your thoughts raced, immediately feeling a sense of regret over the gift you had picked. “Oh, shit. Sweet! I’ve got a date with Y/N!”

“Sup, baby,” Jake continued, his words slightly slurred. He pointed at you and winked, and you offered him a polite smile in return. “We’re gonna have a good time. Just name the time and place and I got you.”

“Awesome, congrats, man,” Harry said, obviously ready for the game to be over. It had been going for way longer than any of you had expected, mostly due to the fact that two girls wouldn’t stop arguing over a piece of rose quartz. “Okay, we’re nearly finished, guys. Peter, you’re up. Pick any of the gifts that haven’t been stolen yet, or the last one under the tree.”

You locked eyes with him, a familiar scowl on his face that told you he was thinking really hard about which gift to pick. His spidey-senses felt your heartbeat pick up as he walked around the room before stopping in front of Jake, who was busy gloating to his friend about how “hot” you were. Your face heated up as you watched Peter take the little note that you had written out of Jake’s hands, smugly gesturing for him to pick up the present under the tree.

He waved sheepishly at you, and you felt both relieved and angry at his decision. Did you want to go on that date with Jake? No. Were you still mad that, technically, you now had to go out with your ex-boyfriend? Yes.

The game ended and the party-goers dispersed throughout the apartment. You lingered in your spot on the couch, your arms crossed and heart full of mixed emotions. Peter, whose gaze never strayed from you, walked over to where you were sitting.

“We don’t actually have to go out,” he whispered, hoping that you’d actually look at him this time. “I just didn’t think you wanted to go out with that guy. He seemed like kind of an asshole.”

“Yeah, well, it would have been nice if you let me decide that. You’re not my boyfriend, anymore Peter. We aren’t even friends. You don’t get a say in who I go out on dates with,” you grumbled, your eyes focusing on everything in the room except for him.

Before you could say anything else, Peter had already grabbed you by the hand, dragging you away from the rest of the party. Strangely enough, you went along with it, a little curious to hear him out.

You started to remember your first date, and it was almost like you could hear his excited laughter after you finally managed to knock a pin down. It became a tradition that whenever you had something to celebrate, Peter would pick you up and twirl you around until you had to beg him to stop.

Your thoughts were interrupted by Peter slamming the door behind him and cornering you against it, his heartbeat racing. He had pulled you into the laundry room. “I can’t stand seeing you with anybody else,” he panted, eyes flickering down towards your mouth.

His hand pushed a piece of your hair behind your ear, and your breath hitched as you felt his rough fingertips against your skin. But before he could lean in to kiss you, you were ducking underneath his arm and backing away.

“Peter, we really shouldn’t,” you whispered, watching the disappointment wash over his face. No matter how much you wanted to kiss him, you just couldn't forget how he had broken your heart months ago. “It’s over, okay?”

“Y/N, please. I—”

“You what? You love me? Because last time we were together, I told you how much I loved you and you said that we should break up. Remember?” you cried, embarrassed at how you couldn’t control your emotions anymore. “You’re just… you’re too late.”

You fumbled with the door, slipping through the opening before rushing towards the balcony. As soon as the cold air hit you, a wave of relief washed over your body, and you laid your head against the metal railing. Your breathing slowed and time seemed to stand still as you watched the snowflakes flutter through the wind.

“Peter’s an idiot,” you heard a voice call out from behind you. You turned to see Harry holding an extra coat in his arms, and you started to wonder just how long you had been standing out there. He draped it over your shoulders before leaning next to you against the balcony’s edge.

“Huh?” you asked, wondering if he knew what had just happened. You looked at him, the multicolored Christmas lights reflecting off his shiny hair. “What do you mean?”

“He’s stupid for ever letting you go,” he remarked. He had a look in his eyes that made you unsure of what he actually meant. “I mean, look at you. You’re so beautiful, and smart, and funny. And if he was dumb enough to throw all of that away, then yeah, Peter’s an idiot.”

“Oh, thanks, I guess,” you shrugged, your voice faint under the music that was still playing inside. You looked at him, his cheeks a rosy hue, which you couldn’t tell was from the cold or whatever he was trying to tell you.

“You know, I used to have the biggest crush on you,” Harry admitted, laughing a little bit at how nervous he was. Everybody knew that he was a player, so being flustered over a girl was uncharted territory for him. “I never told you this, but you were my first kiss.”

“Wait, really?” you asked, a little shocked at his confession. “But I thought you kissed Sarah Emerson on the playground in the fifth grade?”

“Nope. I was just a liar,” he grinned, running a hand through his hair. “It was right before our eighth grade formal, when you asked me to teach you how to kiss because you were scared that Jeremy Pellegrino was going to try and french you.

“Oh! I forgot all about that,” you laughed, suddenly remembering just how long you and Harry had been friends. “Hold on a second... You gave me kissing lessons without knowing how to kiss!?”

“Guilty,” Harry chuckled as you punched him on the arm. “Ow! Damn, Y/N. When did you get so strong?”

“I have a lot of rage,” you mumbled before the two of you burst out into laughter, which slowly faded into a comfortable silence.

“You don’t feel that way anymore, right?” you wondered out loud. Harry looked at you, smiling softly.

“No, not anymore,” he affirmed, and you let out a sigh of relief. You knew what it felt like to love someone and not be loved back. “I think what really helped me get over it was seeing how happy you and Parker were when you were dating.”

“He misses you a lot,” Harry continued, his tone more serious than before. “He keeps this scarf that you left behind under his pillow because it still smells like you. I found out because he was having a pretty bad dream one night and I had to try really hard to calm him back down. And we both thought Gwen would help him move on and get his mind off of you, but I think she only made him realize just how much he still loves you—”

“Harry,” you interrupted, cutting his rambles short. “Why are you telling me all of this?”

“Because you and Peter should be together.”

“You think so?” you asked him, pulling the jacket tighter to keep you warm.

“Yeah. We all do.” It took only seconds for Harry to realize his fumble, accidentally admitting that the whole thing had been planned by him and your friends.

“We?” Your frowned, all of the coincidences from tonight suddenly making much more sense. “Wait, did you know that Peter was going to be here tonight all along?”

“Uh… yeah, about that. MJ, Ned, and I have kind of been pulling a Parent Trap on you guys.”

“HARRY!” You glared inside to see them not-so-secretly watching the entire exchange from behind the Christmas tree. Ned did some awkward finger guns, which MJ immediately swatted down. “I am so going to get you guys!”

You marched inside to where your friends were attempting to hide, the rest of the party guests too drunk and oblivious to notice what was happening.

“The eagle has left the nest. I repeat, The eagle has left the nest!” Ned yelled, ducking behind MJ, who was already shielding herself with a throw pillow.

“What’s going on?” Betty whined, half-asleep on the couch. “Is this that stupid plan about Peter and Y/N?”

“It’s not stupid!” Harry grumbled, his voice cracking a little bit. You could hear MJ snorting about it from her hiding spot. “Whatever, Michelle.”

“Shut up!” she shouted back.

“No, you!” he said, crossing his arms and standing his ground.

“Make me,” MJ said, narrowing her eyes and shooting daggers at him.

“Uh, guys. This isn’t about you two,” Ned interrupted, snapping them out of their mini argument. There was a weird tension between them that you just knew you would have to address some time in the future.

“Right,” MJ continued, sticking a middle finger up at Harry before turning to you. “Y/N. You should go talk to Peter.”

You nodded, exchanging hopeful looks with each of your friends before walking away. They might be dramatic goofballs, but you loved them so much that you didn’t really care.

Wandering around the party, you spotted Peter trapped in a conversation with Brad Davis, who was explaining his conspiracy theories about the Denver Airport and its demonic horse statue.

“So, all I’m saying is that they’re totally planning the end of the world over there. I mean, the Freemasons built an entire bunker for when they activate the nukes!” he rambled, Peter politely nodding along to his nonsense.

“Hey,” you said, tapping Brad on the shoulder and batting your eyelashes at him. “Can I borrow Peter?”

“Uh, yeah, totally, Y/N,” he stuttered, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards into a smirk. You could smell the peppermint Schnapps on his breath.

“Great. Thanks, Brad!” you smiled, grabbing Peter’s hand and pulling him towards the staircase. By the time you made it to his bedroom, he had already asked what was going on about ten times.

“Why’d you dump me?” you asked, the two of you sitting together on the edge of his bed, your knee brushing against his. He could tell you were wasting no time in getting to the point. “Be honest.”

He stared at the floor, unsure of how to answer your question. You reached for his hand, running your thumb across his knuckles until he looked up to see you smiling at him. His eyes were starting to water. “Just tell me, Peter. It’s okay.”

“I was scared,” he admitted, his voice breaking. “I was scared of how much I love you. I mean, Liz was just a crush, and Gwen was a hookup. I’ve only ever loved you, Y/N. Before we met, I had to watch May’s heart break day after day when we lost Uncle Ben, and when I realized how much I loved you... I just wasn’t sure if I could handle ever losing you like that. And so I felt like I needed to protect you from all of the people who would want to hurt you.”

“Hey, Peter. Calm down. I’m right here,” you whispered, wiping a tear from his face. You watched as his breathing slowed, eventually evening out. “Why would anybody want to hurt me?”

“Because…” he started, hesitating a little bit. “Because I’m Spider-Man.”

Your eyes grew big as you mulled over what he had just said. “Are you being serious right now?”

He nodded, feeling a weight lift from his chest. Your eyes followed him as he walked over to his closet, digging around through piles of clothes before he found what he was looking for.

“Holy shit,” you breathed out. Peter was holding up Spider-Man’s suit. His suit. The sweatshirt from earlier made a lot more sense now.

“I would never lie to you,” he said, folding it up and sitting back down. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I thought I was doing the right thing—that you’d be safe—but I was so stupid. I, uh, I think about you all the time. I worry whether you’ve gotten home alright and how your little brother’s doing and if your mom got the promotion that she wanted and—”

You cut him off with a kiss, something you had been dying to do ever since you shut his bedroom door. “I forgive you,” you sighed, gently playing with his hair.

Peter stared back at you, a grin slowly spreading across his face. “Does this mean that we’re back together?”

“Yep,” you confirmed, before leaning into another kiss. And another. And another.

“Wait,” Peter said, breaking away from you. “I have a present for you. It’s actually from when we first started dating, but I was waiting until Christmas to give it to you.”

He moved to his desk, digging through one of the drawers before pulling out a flash drive. “Here it is,” he smiled, dropping it into your hand. It had your name scribbled on it next to a cat sticker. “It’s a playlist. Of all the songs that make me think of you. I think it’s got around a hundred on there?”

“Wow,” you beamed, marveling at the little piece of plastic in your hand. “You’re making me look bad. I didn’t get you anything.”

“Not true. You owe me a date, remember?” he reminded you, wiggling his eyebrows and pulling you into his lap.

“You’re right. Let me think,” you hummed, running through all the ideas of what the two of you could do. “Oh! I got it. The Central Park Squirrel Census for this year just got released. What if we analyzed the data? You could do the wrangling and I could do the visualizations!”

“I love you so much,” he laughed, pressing a kiss onto the tip of your nose. You giggled as Peter buried his face into your shoulder, his grip around your waist tightening. “But you are such a nerd.”

“I’m your nerd, Parker,” you agreed, leaning further into his embrace. “Always have been and always will be.”

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