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thebeautyoffanfics · 3 years

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hii i know you might be busy because of school so take your time! Could i please get a Dead!Mitsuba,,,Dead!Hanako,,,Dead!Tsukasa,, x reader (if you dont want to write for them characters right now than you can choose others i dont mind <3) where they think reader is dying??Any situation is fine :)

dead!mitsuba sousuke x gn!reader, dead!hanako x gn!reader, dead!tsukasa yugi x gn!reader

a/n: ahh thank you for being patient;;! And of course!! Thank you so much for requesting, and I hope this turns out alright! And I’m so sorry for the time it took;;

aahhh i constantly remember how difficult starting and ending fics are,,, sorry if it sounds awkward ;v;; i’m also sorry if this isn’t dramatic enough- i’m trying to get these out, but i’m in a funky phase, as i haven’t written in a while;;

warnings: vomit (in Hanako’s), blood (in Tsukasa’s)

word count: 2,765

mitsuba sousuke <3

It wasn’t uncommon for Mitsuba to watch you do everyday school things. He’d follow you around, playing it off as if he wasn’t. Even now, he sat under a tree, watching you assist one of the clubs.

You were always entertaining… or maybe, you were simply enough to captivate his attention in anything you did? Your arm held high as you caught the baseball tossed your way, grinning at the person who threw it. Though not fond of you smiling like that at another person, the glance you gave Mitsuba practically made up for it- though he still glanced away, as if he wasn’t looking in the first place.

Moments passed, before he peered back up at you.

Your smiling face, as you turned to speak to one of the club members- his eyes darting over at hearing someone yell your name.

“(Y/N)!! WATCH OUT-”

And, eyes back over at you, as the undeniable sound of a baseball smacking against a skull. Mitsuba froze up, only being able to watch as you toppled to the ground. The club members instantly panicked, and Mitsuba did the same- both he and the members running over to you, students shaking you as if that would do anything.

“Idiots!! Don’t shake them-!”

Unfortunately, all of his yelling was futile. Mitsuba was dead, after all, and he was sure that you were too. A bump already formed on your head, as you peeked your eyes open, reaching for your head. Your fingers grazed against the bump, then quickly retracted, as tears filled your eyes. Shouts from the club members to get an adult rang out, as Mitsuba placed his hands on your shoulder, shaking almost as violently as you were. You closed your eyes, shaking as you reached to your head again, only to retract once more.

“(Y-Y/N), it’s okay- a-are you okay?” Mitsuba stuttered out, trying not to get emotional. It was only an injury, right… you were fine. You had to be. You’d be fine. Right?

But, when you only shook your head, squeezing your eyes tighter, he couldn’t help the pure fear that filled his entire body. His eyes grew watery when a teacher finally arrived, already on the phone with, he hoped, the paramedics.

Too much time passed, Mitsuba thought. Too much time spent grasping your hand, tears threatening to spill, as the teacher asked you too many questions. And, the absolute dread at the teacher’s reaction to everything- hearing you attempt to explain that everything went black for a moment- seeing the teachers eyes widen a bit, then eyebrows furrow in frustration. Mitsuba wanted to scream. To yell at whoever threw the ball- he didn’t care if it was a mistake. To yell at the paramedics- it was an emergency! Why couldn’t the emergency vehicle get there sooner??

Finally, they arrived. Paramedics picking you up, Mitsuba following alongside them until you sat in the vehicle. His eyes flickering from person to person, then back at you, until they shut the doors and drove off.

The next few days were like a living hell for Mitsuba. No- he wasn’t living. It was as if he had been doomed to suffer for all eternity. He shook every time he walked past your homeroom, peering inside as he checked for you. Peering over at your desk, praying that he wouldn’t see flowers sitting there. The lack of flowers was the only hope Mitsuba had left. The lack of rumors, the lack of Sakura one day opening up the broadcast with “(Y/N)-san of the baseball field.” It sounded ridiculous, sure, but he couldn’t help it…

Yes, though he’d never say it to anyone- maybe you, but that was a stretch- Mitsuba had never been so worried… he thought, as he finally saw you again, clinging to you as if you were as fragile as glass- that your death would probably affect him worse than his own did. Because, a world without you, would officially be a world without life… without you, Mitsuba knew he could no longer even feel alive.

“You idiot… I hate you so much,” His voice broke slightly, as you wrapped your arms back around him. Much like the moment when he was so sure you wouldn’t show back up, tears threatened to spill. “I missed you. Dummy. I missed you so much-”

hanako <3

There was a part of Hanako slightly paranoid about your death. Not overly so- not in a way that would hinder you. Simply, in the sense that he would risk his well-being to protect you. Yet, there were many situations where he was… helpless.

It wasn’t uncommon for you to enter the girl’s bathroom, though it was almost always to visit Hanako. So, his face instinctively lit up when he saw you stumble into the bathroom- though he felt the color drain from his face when he saw your shakey figure. The color was drained from your face as well, he noted, as he quickly floated over to you.

“(Y/N)?? What’s wrong?” He questioned, pushing the hair from your face, getting a good look at your face. He was already positive you didn’t feel well. He just needed to know how- then, he could help. Surely, he could do something.

“I… I dunno- my stomach hurts, haha… really badly.”

Before Hanako could question further- where did it hurt, what kind of pain- you stumbled into a stall, spilling any contents that were in your stomach into the toilet. Instinctively, Hanako cringed a bit- quickly, he shook the queasy feeling he got off, and stepped over to you, rubbing your back carefully.

When you looked up at Hanako, tears running down your face, he instantly feared the worst.

“Please get a teacher, or Yashiro, or- someone,” You told him, arms securing themselves around your stomach. Hanako quickly nodded, rushing as quickly down the hallway as he could. He wasn’t a doctor, for Pete’s sake- not even close to it. So, he practically flung himself into Yashiro’s classroom, shouting at her from the doorway.

“YASHIRO, (Y/N)’S IN A LOT OF PAIN!!”

Hanako could only ring his hands nervously for a moment, as Yashiro asked the teacher to be excused, floating anxiously beside her for a moment, then rushing back to you when she explained that she was going to get a teacher- thinking for a split moment, as he explained to her that you already threw up. To that, Yashiro nodded, telling Hanako that she’d be sure to make sure your guardians were contacted.

Once he reentered the bathroom, Hanako’s nerves were at a new worst state. His eyes landed on you, practically curled up next to the toilet, sniffling to yourself- he was sure he never wanted to help anyone so badly. He was sure that, if he could, he would take your pain.

“Yashiro’s getting a teacher, (Y/N). A-are you feeling any better?” You shook your head, glancing up at the ghost boy. Your face was slightly flushed with what he was sure was a fever, and your eyebrows were furrowed in clear desperation and pain. All he wanted to do was help.

“I feel like I’m dying…”

Dying. The word “dying” stuck out, striking at Hanako’s nerves as if they weren’t already being tested. You felt like you were dying? Were you?? He sat in front of you, hands shaking violently as he attempted to seem calm. You couldn’t die. No- no, the teacher would come. You would live, wouldn’t you? You weren’t going to die… right?

“It’s okay, (Y/N)- you’ll be okay,” He spoke, rubbing your shoulders gently and placing a soft kiss to your forehead, half trying to convince himself. As he continued to do so, the teacher entered the bathroom, knocking on the stall- though the door creaked open, as you hadn’t had the time to shut and lock it. It wasn’t as if you needed to- the nausea was simply overwhelming.

“(Y/N)? Can you tell me what’s wrong?”

“I’m having really bad stomach pains… I threw up- it hurts to talk,” You muttered, glancing up at the teacher, giving them the same pained look you gave Hanako. They crouched next to you, placing a hand against your forehead, then nodding.

“Where does it hurt?”

Clearly not wanting to move, you sniffled, forcing yourself to sit back just enough to motion around your lower-right abdomen. As if it clicked, the teacher nodded, letting you fall back into the position you were previously in. “I have no room to say for sure, but it does sound like appendicitis. Your parents are on the way, and I’ll let them know to take you over to the hospital.”

Your grip on yourself tightened a bit, panic showing up in your face. Seeing that panic, Hanako could only fear the worst. He knew vaguely of appendicitis, sure- how likely was someone to die from it-?? If your appendix ruptured, he knew it was dire. Did it? How long did it take for an appendix to rupture? Before he could even acknowledge the thoughts running through his mind, the teacher lifted you up, carrying you out of the room.

Though Hanako followed, he was left standing at the doors of the school when your guardian carried you away. The final bell rang, all of the students finally emptying out of the school, as the car you were in drove away. He watched until it was out of sight, silently noting that it must have been the direction of the hospital.

The first few days were practically torture for Hanako. Yashiro’s comments didn’t help- her saying that you went into surgery only worsened his fears. During his lifetime, surgery was… unpleasant, to say the least. They could do it- you could certainly have your appendix removed, but- but what if something went wrong? How had things changed since he lived…? Had it ruptured, were you going to live? What if you died during recovery?

He couldn’t stand it. No, until several weeks passed, Hanako was a nervous wreck. The relief that washed through him when he saw you walking through the school halls was almost comical- that is, if he wasn’t clinging to you like he really had almost lost you.

“(Y/N)... I’m so glad to see you again.”

“Hanako, I’m so glad to see you too. Sorry for scaring you like that… but thanks for sticking with me.”

Of course, Hanako could only accept the praise, unsure how to word “I stuck with you because I didn’t want you to die alone.”

tsukasa yugi <3

Tsukasa, most were sure, wouldn’t necessarily… care if someone around him died. No, he probably loved the pained expressions of someone taking their last breaths. If it was a messy death? It would be better for him, right? Screams of pain, tears streaming down someone’s face, blood splattered around. Natsuhiko half joked that it would be a dream for Tsukasa, no matter if everyone else considered it a nightmare. Sakura remained quiet, shaking her head slightly. You… disagreed, as if protecting Tsukasa. Maybe he wouldn’t… as eerie as your boyfriend could be at times, you loved him nonetheless- and you were sure you didn’t fall for someone who would… enjoy…… others’ pain…?

Hm…

Either way! You were sure you didn’t fall for someone who would enjoy your pain!!!

Those thoughts were just that- little thoughts you had. Thrown into a few conversations between the fellow people who frequented the broadcasting room. Nothing you really wanted to prove, you know? No, you’d rather assume it, and not go through anything particularly painful to prove it.

However, those weren’t necessarily your thoughts as you tripped over the rug, one of Sakura’s tea sets in your hands. The hot tea in them went flying, landing all over you- but, that wasn’t really your focus, as you landed with a harsh thud. The glass cracked underneath you, the uncomfortable sound of shattering filling the room- accompanied by your scream- at first being echoed because of the fright of following, but being finished off because of the feeling of glass splintering you as if you were the fragile object.

Your scream ended in a cry, tears quickly clouding your vision as the sharp pain coursed through every spot the glass had harmed. Sakura’s eyes went wide, and she stood up, aiming to walk over and help you- Natsuhiko did the same, exclaiming your name once he saw you began to fall, a bit quicker than Sakura was- Mitsuba could only stare, as if his fight or flight was activated. Before any of them could reach you, Tsukasa was there, shouting your name and cupping your face.

Tsukasa wasn’t bothered by the blood, as if he could be bothered by any blood, pure worry crossing his face. It was a rare sight- Tsukasa genuinely concerned- but it wasn’t like seeing a bloody (Y/N) on the floor was exactly common. It was no one's focus, as the other three finally were gathered around you. Protectively, nearly forgetting your injuries, Tsukasa held your head to his chest- glaring at the others.

“Go get a nurse!! (Y/N)’s bleeding-!”

Natsuhiko nodded, rushing off, as Mitsuba glanced around panickedly- Sakura pushed Tsukasa away from you slightly, as if to let him know to be careful. His hands wandered to your arms, holding them carefully, peering at the glass, then up at the tears streaming down your face.

“Don’t pull out the glass. It could make the bleeding worse, and we can’t be sure where all the glass has landed. Especially in their arms.”

Tsukasa nodded a bit, glancing at his hand when one of your tears landed on it. He ignored the blood dripping onto his palms, quietly licking the tear that fell onto the back of his hand. That wasn’t enough to distract you though- he half hoped he could take away your pain, but was discouraged to only be met with your shaky sobs. His eyes wandered along the shards sticking out of your arms. Dangerously close to places he knew they couldn’t scratch- an artery, he knew, would be beyond dangerous… what if, when the glass gets pulled out, you’re met with the spewing blood that comes with a punctured artery? Looking around at the blood dripping everywhere- were you… dying?

Tsukasa froze up a bit. (Y/N)? Dying?

Well, he was dead… Amane was dead. Mitsuba was dead. But… what would happen when you died?

Would you become a ghost? Or would death be the final separation for the two of you- would Tsukasa be trapped on earth, while you moved on to whatever afterlife there was??

“(Y/N) can’t die,” was his only thought, as Natsuhiko returned, gently explaining that he was going to carry you to the nurse- then, your guardian could come at take you to the hospital. However, once Natsuhiko’s arms wrapped around your torso, Tsukasa grabbed Natsuhiko’s closest arm. “I- I can take care of them. I’ll carry, (Y/N).” “Runt, you’re a ghost. For real, don’t screw around. Let me carry them, hurry now,” He spoke, lifting you up. Tsukasa stood, balling his hands up slightly nervously. Oh, a nervous Tsukasa… it was also such a strange sight- watching Natsuhiko speedwalk with you in his arms, Tsukasa floating alongside them. In fact, Tsukasa remained with the both of you- holding your arms carefully, until you were entering the car, towels placed around you to keep the blood from spilling anywhere. He watched the car drive off, unsure how to process anything.

The next several days were… difficult for Tsukasa. He wasn’t sure how to deal with it, yet he found himself peering into your classroom to see if flowers sat on your desk. He found himself paying closer attention to the rumors spread- listening carefully for anything that sounded similar to you. He wandered the halls, as if he suddenly lost his purpose- keeping an extra eye out for a person, or ghost, with cuts from shards of glass littering their body.

Tsukasa was his… clingy self when you returned. He hugged you as tightly as he could, not wanting to release even when you warned him about your still healing arms. He placed countless kisses to your face, giggling out that he was so sure you were going to die. Even when you questioned his thoughts, Tsukasa continued on, kissing the scars, scabs, and few stitches on your body. Yes, he really was glad that you were alive. Be it for selfish reasons or selfless ones, he couldn’t be sure- he just knew he was glad.

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drabbles-mc · 3 years

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One of Them Girls

Angel Reyes x Reader

Request by @lakamaa12: I have a request.. if you don't want to do it, no worries (or it's been done by another blog and I missed it).I was wondering if you would consider writing something with Angel based around the song One of Them Girls by Lee Brice?

(Part 2 can be found Here)

Warnings: language, alcohol, Angel being the cutie we know he is

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: To the best of my knowledge, no one else has written an Angel fic for this song yet! If you have and I didn’t see it, my bad! But real talk I’ve been obsessed with this song lately and I wanted to write a fic for it so I’m super glad you sent this my way. Hope you enjoy! xo

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Your roommate had been trying for months to get you to go to one of the MC parties with her. She knew them from working at Vicki’s and she swore that you would have a good time if you just came to the clubhouse with her.

“Just for a couple hours,” she pleaded as she stood in the doorway to your room, “and if you’re really not having a good time, we can leave and I’ll never bother you about it again. Promise.”

You sighed, leaning your head back against your headboard, “Fine. Just so you won’t bother me about it anymore.”

She beamed, “Yes! Oh this is gonna be so fun,” you could practically see the thoughts racing through her head, “Wear those skinny jeans that make your butt look good.”

You groaned, “You’re gonna dress me, too?”

She laughed, “It’s just a friendly suggestion.”

It was a suggestion that you begrudgingly took her up on. She really wasn’t that pushy about what to wear, but she knew that she was able to nudge you out of your comfort zone a little bit sometimes. You’d ended up with a simple, low-cut black tank top, the jeans she had suggested, and a pair of black boots. You weren’t going to risk snapping your ankle in a pair of heels when you didn’t know what you’d be walking into.

Elena may have been persistent, but she was a woman of her word. She stayed by you when you first arrived, knowing the scene was a little overwhelming when you first walk into it. You weren’t quite sure what you had been expecting, but this wasn’t quite what you had pictured in your mind. It was a little tamer, a little less chaotic than your brain had been telling you it would be.

“C’mon,” she tugged you towards the bar, “I’ll get you a beer.”

“Elena, who are all these people?” you asked quietly as you scanned the room.

She started pointing out the members of the MC one by one, telling you their names and a few fun facts about each. Some of the facts were a little more information than you cared to know, but she got you to laugh. Some of the girls you recognized because they’d come over and hang out at your apartment sometimes, and it was nice to know that you knew more than just one person at the party. They said there was power in numbers, right?

“Hey, querida,” a voice piped up from behind the two of you.

Elena turned, a smile instantly spreading across her face as she walked up to the man who had been speaking to her and letting him scoop her up in a hug, “Angel, hey!”

He set her down and his eyes found their way over to you. You felt small under the weight of his gaze but you tried not to let it show. He glanced back to Elena, “You brought a friend?”

She laughed, nodding, “Angel, this is my roommate, and best friend, Y/N. Y/N, this is Angel, the biggest pain in the ass in the MC.”

He placed a hand over his chest, an exaggeratedly pained expression on his face, “Right to my heart.”

The three of you laughed and you shook your head slightly, the nerves beginning to dissipate a little bit. You weren’t expecting him to plop down on the stool next to yours, but he did. You looked over to Elena, as if to ask if you should be worried about anything. She flashed you a smile as she sat down on the other side of you, giving your arm a light, reassuring squeeze as she reached for her drink.

“So what questionable decisions led you here tonight?” he asked with a laugh as he took a swig of his beer.

You laughed, shaking your head, “Just throwing Elena a bone. She’s been wanting me to come here with her for a while.”

“Didn’t want to be hanging out with a bunch of degenerates?” there was a playful smirk on his face.

You smiled, “More like I didn’t want to be hanging out with a bunch of people in general,” you laughed, “I’m a bit of a homebody.”

“I’m working on that,” Elena piped in with a smile.

The three of you sat at the bar and talked for a little while. You could tell that Angel was trying to get a read on you, the new girl. You couldn’t be mad because you were doing the same thing to him. He was smooth, flirtatious, but not overbearingly so. That was a game you’d be willing to play for the night while you pacified your friend. If you were going to be forced to socialize, there were worse people to look at while doing it.

Elena must’ve gotten the vibe from you, because she politely excused herself from the conversation, letting you know that she wouldn’t be far if you decided that you wanted to bail and go home. You saw the smirk tugging at her lips as she walked away though, knowing that you were having a much better time there than you’d ever admit.

“So I gotta know,” Angel asked as he idly toyed with the beer bottle in his hands, “how does a homebody like you end up rooming with Miss “Life of the Party” Elena?”

You laughed, trying not to stare at the way his ringed fingers traced and curled around the neck of his beer bottle, “We actually had a few classes together our first year in college,” you shook your head, “Nothing bonds two people together like suffering through statistics classes together.”

He chuckled, “Fuck that.”

“That was exactly how we felt.”

The longer the two of you talked, the more he tested his boundaries. He wasn’t pushy, or inappropriate, but he was definitely trying to figure out what made you tick. You weren’t going to give him that kind of satisfaction so quickly, though. You bantered back and forth with him, and you couldn’t remember the last time a guy had you laughing so hard.

Angel was in the middle of an incredibly cheesy pickup line that he swore has worked for him before when the song coming through the speakers changed. You couldn’t help but to perk up a little bit at the familiar beat and Angel noticed the shift immediately. He watched you for a moment as he tried to feel out the situation.

“Wanna dance?”

You shook your head no with zero hesitation, “No thank you.”

He laughed, “C’mon, why not? Live a little.”

You smiled but didn’t move to get up from your stool, “I’m sure there are plenty of women here tonight that would love to dance with you, Angel.”

He didn’t push the topic any further. You were smiling but he could see the flash of emotion in your eyes and he knew that there was something there that you weren’t ready to tap into yet with him. So, instead, he got you another beer and delved back into his cheesy pickup line story. When you realized that he was going to move past what you just said and not make it awkward, the tension immediately melted out of your body. You gladly took the beer bottle from him as you listened him ramble into another story.

“Yo, Angel,” Coco called from the pool table, “get over here. Bring your friend, we need two more.”

“You play pool?” Angel asked you, curious to your answer.

You shrugged as you hopped off the stool, “I mean I know how to.”

He laughed as he followed you across the clubhouse, “That’s not a super reassuring answer, querida.”

“Man, fuck him. You can be on my team,” Coco said with a laugh, “He and Gilly can fend for themselves.”

There was something reassuring and welcoming about the way that Coco spoke to you—like he had known you for years. He handed you your pool stick, smile still plastered onto his face. This wasn’t how you had originally pictured your night going, but you weren’t upset about it.

About halfway through the game, Angel was pissed that he didn’t try to team up with you. You and Coco were on a hot-streak and he really didn’t expect that from you. He shook his head as you sank another shot, and you had to laugh at the way that Coco was able to effectively gloat with just a simple look thrown Angel’s way.

“I mean I know how to,” Angel mocked you with a laugh as he shook his head, watching you line up to take another shot, “Can’t believe you fuckin’ hustled me.”

You laughed, “I don’t think you can call it hustling if there’s no money involved. You’re just mad because we’re about to whoop your ass.”

He chuckled and glanced over at Coco, “Don’t look so smug, Coco. She’s fuckin’ carrying you right now.”

The game wrapped up quickly with you and Coco both doing so well. Gilly had been more than content to sit back and watch it all happen, reveling in the fact that someone, and someone new at that, was kicking Angel’s ass at pool. Angel was shaking his head as he set his stick aside, still trying to figure out how all of that just happened. For someone who claimed that they didn’t like going out and doing things, you seemed to be full of surprises.

“Since I am a gracious winner,” you said with a laugh as you let Coco put your stick away, “I’ll buy you all a drink.”

Angel went to protest, not wanting you to be buying anything for any of them, but Gilly slapped his chest to stop him. The look on Gilly’s face made it very evident that no matter how cute the girl was, none of them were about to be turning down free drinks. Angel laughed, holding his hands up in mock surrender.

As the night wore on, slowly but surely people began to trickle out of the clubhouse. You hadn’t really talked to Elena since you got wrapped up playing pool with the guys, but the two of you kept an eye on one another. Every now and then she’d shoot you a look, one that asked if you needed to get out, and you would just shake your head. She’d smile, sometimes throw you a wink, before getting wrapped back up into whatever she was doing. You knew that she was just glad to get you out of the house and socializing with people.

You and Angel were sitting next to each other on the couch talking, keeping your conversation low in the midst of music and noise still filling the clubhouse. You were shaking your head at him as he told you about some of the scrapes he’d gotten into with his brother, someone that you knew you’d also love to sit and have a conversation with eventually.

Elena walked up and gave you a nudge, smiling when you turned to her, “Not trying to rush you, but I think a couple of the girls and I are gonna head out. You want me to bring you home before I go with them?”

Truthfully, you didn’t want to leave. But she was your ride, so it wasn’t like you were going to have much of a choice. Just as you were about to speak up and say you’d get ready to leave, Angel interrupted, “I can take you home if you want.”

You glanced back at him, arching one eyebrow, “Oh?”

“Yea,” he shrugged, smiling, “I don’t mind.”

Elena bit at her bottom lip, trying to fight back a smile, “You good with that, Y/N?”

You nodded, “Yea, I think so,” you laughed, “Worst case scenario I have pepper spray in my bag.”

“Jesus,” Angel laughed.

Elena shook her head with a grin as she leaned down to kiss your cheek, “Text me when you’re home. Love you.”

“Love you too. Text when you get to wherever the hell you guys are all going,” you chuckled.

“Will do,” she turned and hugged Angel, “Get her home safe, or I’ll beat your ass.”

He nodded, trying hard not to laugh because he knew that she was serious, “Yes ma’am.”

When she was gone and it was just the two of you again, things felt a little different. You suddenly became very aware of the way that his arm was draped over the back of the couch, his fingers almost brushing against your shoulder. Despite the number of people that were still in the clubhouse, it felt like it was just you two left. Everything else felt farther away.

“Can I ask where you’re from?” he leaned in a little closer to you and took a sip of his beer, “Because I feel like you’re not from around here.”

You smiled, shaking your head, “I’m not. I’m from the East Coast—came out this way for college,” you laughed, “Very cliché, I know.”

“Ah, you’re one of them girls, huh?”

“Who are them girls?” you chuckled.

“Had to get the hell outta dodge?”

You smiled and nodded, not really wanting to get into the details of your decisions, “Something like that.”

“You musta broke a lot of hearts when you left,” there was a smirk tugging at his lips.

You laughed, “Wouldn’t know—haven’t been back to find out.”

Somewhere along the line of your conversation, the two of you had gotten very comfortable. You had your legs pulled up underneath you as you leaned into him, his hand resting lightly on the nape of your neck. Every now and then when you laughed your hand would come to rest on his thigh for a moment or two before you pulled it back to your own body. He wasn’t bold enough to say it but he wished that you’d leave it there.

There was a brief lull in the conversation and you looked around the clubhouse, seeing that the two of you were some of the last people there. You checked your phone, seeing that you had gotten the safety update from your roommate almost an hour before and hadn’t noticed from being so enthralled with Angel.

“You got that look on your face like you gotta get going,” Angel said knowingly.

You sighed, “Yea, unfortunately I still have to go and do life stuff tomorrow,” there was a hint of laughter to your voice.

His thumb traced idly along the exposed skin at the base of your neck, “We can take the bike, if you want.”

You pressed your lips together for a moment, “I’ve never ridden on one before.”

He chuckled as he rose to his feet, helping you to do the same, “Something tells me you’ll be fine.”

The two of you walked out of the clubhouse, Angel’s hand settling on the small of your back. The chilly night air hit your skin and sent a chill through you. Without a second thought, Angel peeled off his sweatshirt that he’d put on and handed it over to you. You started to shake your head no but he wordlessly pushed the hoodie into your hands. You gave in with a smile, pulling it down over your head. It was warm, and you were practically swimming in the fabric, but you didn’t mind.

He let you use his helmet, and you settled behind him after climbing onto the bike. Your hands were lightly resting on his waist and he pulled your arms tighter around him, causing you to press flush up against his back.

“Don’t be shy, querida,” he chuckled, “For your own safety as much as anything else.”

You laughed, thankful that he couldn’t see the sheepish smile on your face as you let your body rest against his. The bike came to life underneath you and you nervously wrapped your arms a little tighter around him, and you could feel him laughing despite the fact that you couldn’t hear him over the noise of the bike.

Slowly you eased into the ride, your nerves subsiding a little bit. Angel must’ve felt the tension dissipating because he picked up the speed a little bit, causing you to laugh and tighten your hold on him. You knew that Angel knew the way to yours and Elena’s apartment, so you knew that he was taking the long way there. As much as you wanted to call him out on it, you didn’t want him to think that you minded. It was a peaceful, freeing feeling to be riding with him.

He rolled to a stop in front of your apartment building. You hopped off the bike, handing him back his helmet. The two of you stood there and you knew that he could feel the same type of tension in the air that you felt. For a night that you really hadn’t been looking forward to, it was the best time that you’d had in a while.

You went to take his sweatshirt off to give back to him but he shook his head at you, “Nah, keep it.”

“You sure?”

He nodded with a smirk on his face, “Yea. Just give it back next time I see you.”

You smiled, “Next time? Who said I’m coming back to the clubhouse?”

He laughed and shook his head, “Damn, you and Elena are both out to keep my ego in check, huh?”

“It’s good for you,” you shifted your weight from one foot to the other, trying to ignore the fact that you felt nervous, trying to figure out how to say goodnight.

“But really,” he stepped in a little closer to you, forcing you to tilt your head up slightly to look him in the eye, “I’d really like to be able to see you again.”

You managed to keep a straight face for a few seconds, just long enough to make him nervous. You could see him racing to try and come up with a follow-up statement to get himself out of being rejected, and you let yourself smile as you nodded, “I’d like that.”

He let out an audible sigh of relief, “Had me worried for a second,” he chuckled.

You laughed, shaking your head, “Can’t make it too easy for you.”

He smiled, “Can I have your number? Or do I gotta level up for that?”

You rolled your eyes as you held your hand out, “Give me your phone before I change my mind.”

He chuckled as he dug it out of his pocket and pressed it into the palm of your hand. He watched you intently as you plugged your number in, smiling as you handed it back to him, “This your real number? Or one of those rejection hotlines?”

You smirked, “Guess you’ll have to call me and find out. One time I gave some dude the number that would just play the John Cena theme song over and over again. That was…peak rejection.”

“That’s not exactly reassuring for me, you get that, right?” he laughed.

You smiled and shook your head, “It’s my real number, promise,” you stood up on your tip-toes and kissed him on the cheek, “Thanks for bringing me home.”

He couldn’t hide that he was surprised by the gesture. A huge smile spread across his face as he nodded, “Yea, any time.”

“Get home safe.”

He nodded, “I will,” he pressed a kiss to your forehead, “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” you crossed your arms over your chest, trapping the heat against your body as you watched him get back on his bike and strap his helmet on. He flashed you another smile and you waved him off.

You let out a small sigh of contentment as you turned around and made your way into your building. The walk up to your apartment seemed much shorter as you replayed the night over in your head. You turned the key in the lock and stepped in, glad to be home but simultaneously wishing that the night wasn’t over yet. You showered and threw your pajamas on, falling into your bed with a happy sigh. After shutting the light off and settling in underneath your blanket, your phone buzzed on your nightstand. You reached over to see who it was, and smiled when you saw a message waiting for you from a new number.

“Home safe. Sweet dreams” after a few seconds a second text came in, “It’s Angel by the way”

You chuckled as you typed out your reply, ‘Thanks for the clarification. Got worried for a second”

“Just tryna be sweet and you can’t let me have it, can you?”

“Nope” you were laughing in the quiet darkness of your room.

“Alright. Sweet nightmares then. Goodnight”

You could picture his face and you couldn’t stop smiling, “Goodnight xo”

You set your phone off to the side again, settling back down underneath your covers. Your body wanted to sleep but your brain was too busy replaying the entire night over again and you couldn’t stop smiling.

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Night and Day

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 4263

Warnings: Language, witch!reader, mentions and implicaitons of sex, angst, some fluff, not enough editing to satisfy me

Summary: You hid the fact that you were a witch from the Winchester brothers for years. After a run in with an old mentor of yours causes your secret to be revealed, the brothers find out that not only are you a witch, but one of the most powerful in the world. When Dean is given the task to kill you in exchange for his brother’s life, you must face the fact you lied to the man you loved- the same man who hates witches with a burning passion.

A/N: My tags haven’t been working lately. I’m going to put my tags in a reblog. Comment or shoot me an ask letting me know if you got a notification or not. Oh, and also- surprise!

“Dean, I’m serious. We gotta get up.”

You gently nudged at your boyfriend. A smile played on your lips as you felt his arms tighten around you. He whined and let out a long sigh.

“Five more minutes.”

“You said that twenty mintues ago,” you scoffed, smirking down at him. He groaned and lifted his head to look at you.

“You’re a joy killer,” he said.

“A joy killer?” You asked. You raised a brow as your smirk grew. “Really?”

“Yeah, that’s right,” Dean said.

“Right. Okay big boy, up and attem, let’s go. We’ve got that case in Ozark.”

Dean groaned again. “We just got back from a case two days ago.”

“Comes with the job description, honey,” you said. You swung your legs out of bed, placing your feet onto the floor. As you stood up, Dean suddenly wrapped his arms around you again, pulling you back down onto the bed. You squealed as he squeezed your sides, his lips latching onto your throat.

“Wanna stay here with you,” Dean said. He raised his head to kiss your lips. You ran your hand through his hair, his fingers running up your side, raising to cup your breast beneath your shirt.

“Dean, we don’t have time for this,” you said. He peppered kisses along your throat and collarbone, settling on the pulse point below your ear. “As much as I love doing this, we really need to get up.”

Dean halted his movements and lifted his head to scowl at you. He pushed himself up and off you, walking over to the dresser.

“Alright, fine,” he huffed. “Joy killer.”

***

“Of course, it has to be fucking witches.”

You winced at his words. You had been in Ozark for nearly a day now. After interviewing two of the victims who survived the attacks, you had also spoken to the detectives on the case before investigating the victims’ homes. The victims claimed to have been attacked by a shadow figure. The other three victims had been slaughtered in their homes, while the two survivors suffered severe lacerations and what seemed to be burns. You and the brothers were stumped for a while, until you found a hex bag hidden in a vase in one of the homes, and another hex bag stuffed in a couch cushion in the other.

You always hated witch cases. Not only were they dangerous, but they were also conflicting. You were a natural born witch, coming from a long line of witches on your mother’s side of the family. You had the gift of sight, also known as psychic abilities, and you had practiced witchcraft since you were thirteen.

When you had met Dean Winchester, it had been on a ghoul hunt. In those three days, you instantly felt an attraction to him that you couldn’t describe. You never thought he would be interested in you. You saw the women he’d frequent, and you weren’t like them. You were in shape, hunting keeping you fit, however you had some stretch marks, love handles, and thicker thighs than you would’ve liked. You also weren’t the prettiest woman in your opinion. You weren’t ugly, but you were always self conscious of the way you looked. You were sarcastic, cursed like a sailor, and reserved. You had always kept a wall around yourself ever since you were younger, sprouting at early ages due to things you had experienced and seen. You were twenty-four, a virgin, and a bit awkward at times.

Not at all Dean Winchester’s type.

But after meeting up with the Winchesters a few more times, you and Dean slowly became closer, until one night after a hunt, Dean had confessed his feelings for you. He was hesitant at first due to the ten year age difference, but your relationship had quickly blossomed. He was your first real relationship, the first person to ever be with you entirely, the first person to ever hold your heart.

Which is why you never told him about yourself.

Dean hated witches. It was a fact everyone knew. If you were to tell him that you were, in fact, a witch, he’d not only break up with you, but you were afraid he’d hunt you. Although you had never used your abilities for anything other than good, you weren’t entirely sure Dean would be able to trust you after you kept it from him for so long.

You were one of the most powerful witches in the world. Numerous covens have tried to recruit you, but you turned them all down. You were nomadic by nature, a free spirit, and you didn’t want to use your abilities to do someone else’s bidding. So you stuck to yourself. You kept off the radar and hoped your protective hex bags shield sigil tattoos worked. When Dean asked about the tattoos, you had simply told him they were more sigils for protection- like the anti possession tattoo. He believed you without a second thought.

“Okay, so now that we know what we’re dealing with,” Sam began. “We need to find out who. After doing some digging, I found that all of the victims attended the same addiction recovery group.”

“So you think the group is somehow linked to the murders?” Dean asked.

“It makes sense,” you said. “They all had this one thing in common. That’s what we always look for, right?”

“Right. There are only three people left in the group who have not been attacked. Since it’s a support group, anonymity is a requirement. But luckily for us, we have fake badges,” Sam said. “Marcus Wainwright, Brienne Tarly, and Astrid Waters are the only people who haven’t been attacked.”

You froze at Astrid’s name. You knew that name. She was the leader of a coven who tried to recruit you years ago. You turned them down because of the craft which they practiced.

“Who’s the leader of the group?” You asked.

“Uh…” Sam looked at the files. “Astrid.”

“I think it’s her,” you said. The brothers looked at you in question. You mentallykicked yourself. You said it before you could think. “She’s the leader, right?” You tried to cover yourself. “What if she used this group as a way to make sacrifices to whatever that shadow is?”

“That actually makes a lot of sense,” Sam said. “Carla, one of the victims I talked to today, said that Astrid would always try to get the group attendants to recruit more people. Apparently Astrid was always trying to bring more people into the group. Almost like she was obsessed with it.”

“She was trying to get more people to sacrifice,” Dean said.

“Exactly,” you said.

“Okay, let’s find this bitch.”

***

Astrid still lived in the same cottage as she did all those years ago when she tried to recruit you. Cobblestone walls covered in climbing ivy. Black shutters hung off the gothic windows. Various leafy plants grew around the sides of the house. The broken path led to a great wood door. The negative energy rolling off the house made you nauseous, and it took everything in you not to pass out.

You were only sixteen when you met Astrid, only just beginning to truly tap into your true potential when other witches began to feel your energy.

“You’re strong,” she had told you. “Stronger than me. You would be a valuable asset to any coven. A threat to witches below your strength. Others will want to harvest that power for themselves. We can keep you safe. I can keep you safe.”

You could feel her energy was dark. Her aura was an ominous black, a stark contrast from your pure white. You knew she was lying immediately. You threatened her. You were stronger than Astrid, and that pissed her off.

“I can fend for myself, thanks,” you had said.

Astrid had simply smirked at you, patting your hand gently. “We’ll see about that, my dear.”

You never thought you’d run across her again. You had hoped that you wouldn’t run into her again. Not only was she incredibly dangerous to you, but there was a high chance she would spill your secret, and you would not only lose Dean forever, but you would lose your life.

Swallowing back your fear, you trudged through the woods alongside the brothers. You knew you needed to do this. Innocent people were dying. If this was your last night on Earth, you wanted to be able to save them at least.

The three of you ducked below one of the windows. Dean peeked inside, trying his best to stay as hidden as possible.

“She’s in there,” he whispered. “She’s… at an altar. She’s chanting something.”

“Guess we found our witch,” Sam muttered. “Nice, Y/N.”

You gave him a weak smile.

Dean got up in front of the door, gun in hand. You and Sam waited for his call.

“Okay, on three,” he said.

“One… two…”

“Three!”

A new voice echoed around you, the door of the cottage violently swinging open, a gust of wind knocking Dean off his feet. Astrid’s cackle filled the air, and suddenly you began to feel woozy. Dean’s eyes fluttered shut, Sam falling down next to you. You knew it was Astrid, and you tried to fight it off, but soon succumbed to her power as well, your world going dark.

***

“How exciting!”

Head pounding, you awoke to the sound of a female’s voice. Trying to move, you soon found yourself unable to. Your eyelids felt heavy, and your limbs felt numb.

Opening your eyes, you found yourself staring up at the ceiling of the cottage. Astrid’s silver head was bent over you, bright emerald eyes staring into yours, a crooked, elated smile on her face.

“My oh my, I never thought the day would come,” she muttered to herself. A long nailed finger stroked your cheek, and you flinched away.

“Don’t touch her, you bitch!” You turned your head at the sound of Dean’s voice. You smiled weakly immediately at the sight of him, finding yourself incredibly tired.

You felt drained.

You tried to move your hands, finding them strapped to the table you were currently laid out on. Your flannel had been removed, as were your jeans, leaving you in only a tank top and panties. You shivered in the cool air. You hated being exposed like this in front of anyone that wasn’t Dean.

“What are you doing?” You asked weakly. “Let me go.”

Astrid laughed. “Please. You fall right into my hands and you think I’m going to let you go?” She asked. “You’re smarter than that, little fox.”

“Why are you doing this?” Sam asked. “Why did you kill all those people? Why did you sacrifice them?”

Astrid looked surprised. “Oh my, you’re a smart one, aren’t you?” She smiled at Sam, holding a mortar and pestle up over you. She crushed something inside, muttering a few incantations.

“The shadow makes me stronger. The more it's fed, the stronger I become,” Astrid said smoothly. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m a strong witch. Stronger than your average natural born, much stronger. However, there are only two people in the world who are stronger than me.”

Astrid gave you a pointed look.

“The shadow makes me stronger, as I said, but without the power of the other two witches, I will never be the strongest. If I were to siphon their energies from their souls, I would be the strongest witch there ever was and will ever be.”

“Pretty egotistical, eh there, granny?” Dean said. Astrid sneered at him.

“You’ll be the first one to die once I’m done with her, honey,” Astrid said.

“That is if I don’t kill you first, sweetheart.”

“If you only knew what I would be capable of,” Astrid snapped. “One witch has kept herself hidden. The Scottish bitch never can be found.”

“Rowena,” Sam said.

“Oh, you know her?” Astrid said. “Yes, Rowena. Now, the other witch. Well, I met her years ago. She was just a wee lass of sixteen at the time, but she was already so strong. I knew she was going to be a problem for me. I tried to recruit her to my coven, but she was smart. Too smart. I’ve been trying to track her down for years, and I’ve never been able to find her.”

Astrid let out a dreamy sigh. “And then, by the grace of God, she fell right into my hands.”

“If you’ve already killed her, why take the souls of innocents?” Dean asked.

Astrid scoffed. “Oh no, dear. I haven’t killed her yet.”

“Well what’s the hold up? One less witch to worry about. You’ll stop killing innocent people.”

Astrid laughed. She looked down at you. “No idea how you’ve been with the man as long as you did. If I heard that, I’d run for the hills. Or stab him in his sleep.”

“Don’t touch him,” you hissed. Astrid grinned.

“There’s that fire,” she said. She smeared the green paste she made over your chest. You let out a small cry as it burned your skin. She painted a pentacle on you, muttering more incantations.

“Unfortunately, to siphon all of a witch's power, the siphoner cannot kill the siphonee,” Astrid said. “Someone else has to do it after I prepare her, then I could siphon it.”

“Well let’s make you a deal,” Dean said. Your lip wobbled. “If I kill the bitch, letting you siphon her power, you will never kill another person.”

Astrid smiled wickedly. “Really?”

“Sure. One less witch and we save some people.”

Astrid laughed. “Oh that’s too good. I’ll make a blood vow. If I break it, I die.”

“Fine.” Dean nodded at her.

“Give me your word, hunter,” Astrid said.

“I give you my word.”

“That no matter what, you follow through,” Astrid continued.

Dean sighed. “Yeah, fine.”

“Dean,” you said softly. A tear leaked from your eye. “Please.”

He looked at you curiously. Astrid cut his bindings, letting him free.

“He’s not the brightest bulb, is he?” She asked you, laughing.

“Where do I find her?” Dean asked.

Astrid handed Dean a knife. It had a curled handle, various sigils carved into it. She stepped back, folding her arms over her chest.

“Go ahead.”

“You deaf?” Dean asked. “Where do I find the bitch?”

Astrid smirked, running her tongue over her lips.

“Right in front of you.”

The blood drained from Dean’s face. Tears streamed from your eyes now, leaking down your temples onto the wood beneath you. Astrid killing you was one thing. Dean killing you? There was nothing worse you could think of.

“Y/N?” He said. “No fucking way. She’s not a witch.”

“Isn’t she?” Astrid asked. “Go on, Y/N. Show us a little trick.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, wishing this was all a dream. Wishing that you would wake up and you’d be back at the bunker in Dean’s arms.

But when you opened your eyes, Dean still stood there, that curved knife in his hand, Astrid’s evil grin plastered on her face, a shocked Sam watching from his confinement on the wall.

“Fuck you,” you hissed.

“If you don’t show him-” she walked over to Sam, hand on his head- “I blow his brain apart.”

You took in a shaky breath, eyes focusing on the windows. Suddenly, your eyes glowed purple, and the windows shattered. The glass floated up into the air, spinning around and around, wind whipping everyone’s hair. It only lasted a few moments, and when the glass stopped spinning, a heart floated six feet off the ground. It slowly moved towards Dean, and once it reached him, you blinked, eyes going back to their normal E/C, the heart falling to the ground, glass shattering once more, mimicking your own heart.

Dean looked up at you in shock.

“You did that?”

“It’s her best party trick,” Astrid said. “Y/N here is an artist. Unless, of course, she’s blowing a werewolf to pieces with a simple flick of her wrist, or growing a thirty foot tree with the blink of an eye.”

“No,” Dean said lowly. “You lied to me.”

“I was afraid,” you said. “You hate witches. I thought you were going to kill me.”

“You fucking kept this giant ass secret from me!” He yelled. “You lied to me for years! All that time we’ve been together, you’ve been fucking

“Dean, please-”

“How do I know anything you said was true?”

“It all is! You know everything about me, Dean! I just never told you this!” You urged. “Please, Dean. You know me. You know I’m a good person.”

“I don’t know shit,” he hissed. “Have you ever killed anyone?”

“What?” You asked.

“Have you ever killed someone?” He snapped.

“No! I’ve never-”

“Eh, eh, eh,” Astrid said. “Don’t lie to the poor man anymore, Y/N.”

You let out a sob. “It was an accident.”

“An accident?” Astrid exclaimed. “Bursting a man into flames was an accident? Killing a father of four was an accident?”

“Yes!” You said. “I didn’t mean to. I didn’t know how to control myself, I-”

A sharp pain suddenly seared inside your head. You gasped, eyes squeezing shut.

“What are you doing?” Dean asked. Astrid grinned.

“Punishing her,” she answered calmly. You screamed as the pain became so intense, white flashed behind your eyes and your whole body went rigid.

“Stop!” Dean yelled.

The pain was gone instantly. You panted, chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath, sweat mixing with your tears.

“Slit her wrists, Dean,” Astrid whispered. “You swore.”

Dean took the few steps he needed to be right next to you. He looked at the knife, then at your wrist, then at your face.

“Won’t she just heal herself?” He asked.

“Those cuffs around her wrists contain sigils that will prevent any self healing or harm to another person,” Astrid said. “It limits her power. It’s why she hasn’t broken out yet.”

Dean swallowed thickly. He looked at you, eyes searing deeply into your own. An anger burned behind the green you loved so much. It scared you. That anger had never been directed towards you before.

But there was something else as well. Despair. Dean was torn. You were a witch, a powerful one, and you had lied about it for years. On the other hand, Dean was in love with you. He loved you so much, it scared him.

“Do it,” Astrid said. “Do it, or I kill him.”

She was bent down beside Sam now, lips near his ear, eyes burning purple. Dean looked between you and his brother. You knew he’d never choose you over Sam.

“Do it,” you whispered. You nodded at him, giving him a soft smile. “It’s alright.”

“How can you say that?” Dean asked.

“I’ll find my way back to you someday,” you told him. “If not, I’ll simply wait for you.”

Dean bit his lip. “I wish you had told me.”

“I thought you were going to kill me,” you admitted. He shook his head, leaning against the table. He cupped your cheek, thumb wiping away a stray tear.

“Baby, you’re a good person,” he said. “Sure, I hate witches.”

You winced.

“But I could never hate you.”

You blinked a few times. “Even though I’m-”

He pressed his lips softly to yours. His eyes were misty, brows pulled together.

“I could never hate you,” he whispered against your lips.

“Do it, Dean!” Astrid urged. “You’ve got ten seconds.”

“Dean, don’t do it,” Sam said.

“It’s okay,” you whispered. “I’ll wait for you, my love.”

Dean shook his head.

“Five seconds,” Astrid warned.

“I love you, Dean. It’s okay,” you whispered.

Dean looked down at the knife in his hands. He caressed your wrist, bringing the knife down against your skin.

“Three seconds!”

He gave you one last look, moving the knife back-

“Two-”

He jerked the knife-

“One!”

You expected the sting of the blade, but only felt the release of the cuff.

“Man, you should have had some sort of spell on that shit,” Dean said. He smiled darkly at you, giving you a wink. Using your other hand, you flashed your eyes purple, burning the other cuff off.

“No!” Astrid yelled. “What have you done?”

With a simple flick of your wrist, Astrid was flung away from Sam. She crashed into the opposite wall. You slipped off the table, bare feet hitting the cold floor. A wind blew through the cottage, blowing your hair back from your face. You stalked towards her, all the while a smirk grew on your lips, your fingers tingling.

“I haven’t let myself go in so long,” you said. You lifted your hands, seeing the purple glow in your palms and beneath your fingertips. You cocked your head. “All this pent up energy…”

“Y/N-”

“It’s almost like snapping a rubber band,” you muttered.

“Y/N,” Dean said slowly.

Using a blast of power, you forced Astrid’s arms against the wall. Keeping them there, you raised her up until her feet dangled off the floor. You did the same to her ankles, the strain causing her skin to bruise immediately.

“Y/N, wait-”

You forced her head back, a sickening crunch resonating inside the cottage.

“So much power… can be dangerous,” Astrid gasped. Blood dribbled from her mouth and nose, pouring out of her eyes like tears. You forced more pressure upon her, crushing her further. “I was your mentor once… don’t let it consume you… keep your soul pure…”

You crushed her further, your brow raising slightly. You smiled wickedly at Astrid, a dark chuckle leaving your lips. “Rich coming from you,” you said.

“I let it consume me,” Astrid told you. “Don’t… follow in my footsteps.”

You hadn’t used your power like this in years, not since Astrid was your mentor. It sizzled in your veins and made you feel more rushed than ever. It was almost euphoric, the way your body burned with power, power that came from the Earth beneath your feet.

You missed that feeling.

What you didn’t miss, however, was the creeping feeling of darkness. It would intrude your thoughts and darken your mind. The risk of using that much power was the potential that it could consume you, and you would flip darkside.

Like Astrid did.

“See you in hell.”

Using once last surge of power, Astrid let out a guttural scream as her whole body turned an odd shade of red, eyes nearly popping from their sockets, blood streaming from any open source, before she stopped moving.

Letting your power retract, she slumped to the floor.

Dead.

You blinked, letting your eyes return to their natural colour, turning to face Dean.

“You gonna kill me now?” You asked.

Dean swallowed thickly, giving you a small smile.

“No.”

“Why not?” You said. “I’m a monster, right? You hate witches. I am witch. Pretty self explanatory.”

“I’m not going to kill you,” Dean said.

“You can’t pick and choose the monsters you kill and don’t kill,” you said. “You came here to kill a witch. I killed her, now it’s your turn.”

“I’m not going to kill you,” Dean repeated.

You gritted your teeth, sighing deeply. “Fine.”

You walked over to Sam, looking over your shoulder at Dean. With a simple flick of your wrist, Sam was released from his bindings.

“Do it, Sam.”

“Why?” He asked.

“I haven’t let myself go like that in a long time,” you said. “I forgot how tempting it is to give in. I want to do it, Dean. You need to kill me before I do.”

“No,” he said.

“Do it!” You yelled. “Do you really want me to flip? You want me to become like her?” You pointed to the woman you had just killed.

“You won’t,” Dean said. “You’re not like her.”

“Yes,” you whispered. A single tear slipped down your cheek. “I am. I killed that man when I was sixteen because I almost let it win. Who knows what else I could have done if I did.”

“Then we lock you up in the dungeon,” Dean said. “And we bring you back. But you’re good, Y/N. I know you better than anyone.”

Your lip wobbled.

“You still love me?” You murmured. “Even after finding out?”

Dean smiled warmly at you. He took your hands in his, massaging the backs of yours. “Sure, I was pissed you didn’t tell me. Still am, quite frankly. But you’re my girl,” he said. “I know you. I know the kind of person you are.”

“You hate witches,” you pointed out.

“Eh, maybe they’re not so bad,” Dean said, giving you a lopsided shrug. “I mean, I know this one witch. She’s pretty hot, really good in bed-”

“Dean!” You exclaimed, slapping his chest playfully. He laughed, kissing your forehead, bringing you into his chest.

“What can I say? What you did was pretty badass. Not my fault I’m into that.”

You shook your head. “Okay, big boy. If you’re not gonna kill me, let’s go home.”

Dean took a deep breath, leaning down to pick you up bridal style. You gasped, wrapping your arms around his neck to steady yourself.

“Come on, Sabrina,” he said. You gave him a bitch face, making Sam laugh.

“Really?” You asked.

“Oh, I’ve got more,” he said. “Do you have a pointy hat? Or a broomstick? Were you always this color, or were you born green?”

“Yeah, this is gonna be a long ride home,” Sam muttered.

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Liar

part 5 (hopefully close to the last part to end our suffering)

Loki x female!reader

Word count: 1,2K

Warnings: angst, typos (except for the part where Loki and Thor are in Asgard, mistakes there are intentional), some humor in these tiring times

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"-and then Ollie ran away from Max and chased Rex around this giant oak and me and Max tried to catch them, but they were like two rockets," you chuckled at the memory. Loki asked you how you knew Max and since you were never a fan of awkward silence you talked the whole way back to Tower.

You had a bad feeling ever since you left the park. So you tried to distance the rest of your previous conversation as much as possible by talking about anything and everything in fear of the conversation taking a bad turn. You talked mainly about Ollie and Rex's adventures, even though there weren't many. Besides it was good to think about something else than Loki and the drama you two had between eachother. You were tired of it and wanted it to end already.

Words can't express how glad you were when things started to look good between you two.

But you felt a bit ashamed after your little cry in the park, so you tried to watch either your shoes or your dog chasing around butterflies. Anything besides Loki’s face.

Finally you entered the elevator in the giant building and were on your way up. "So, uuuuh," you begun when you entered your bedroom, "what do you think of my new walking buddy?"

"He seems a bit rude, disturbing us like that," he crossed his arms.

"He's not always like that," you defended him even though you wished he left you alone when he saw you talking to someone. Could've saved you a lot of anxious feelings in your belly.

"Sure."

Silence. Long and awkward one. You hated it.

"Didn't you want to finish what we started in the park?" you asked carefully. He didn't look like he was in a good mood and you sure as hell didn't want to risk another screaming and tears.

"I already told you what I wanted. I'm sorry for saying those things and for making you think I will ever tell them to you and mean them," he said rather dryly.

"Why are you like this?" you asked.

"Like what?"

"All... I don't know, cold? All of a sudden," you thought out loud.

"I am not cold," he said stubornly.

"Yes, you are. Is it because I have friends outside of this place? Is that why you're tetchy?" now tiny anger started to bubbly up inside you at his possesivness. It would be cute, if things between you weren't so tense. You would even blush and think he maybe has a crush on you and is just jealous. But things between you ARE tense. And you view his possesivness in a not so positive light.

"I just wish you had better tastes in friends and found someone with proper manners, that's all," he looked away and crossed his arms over his chest again.

"If I had better tastes in friends I wouldn't be one with you," you muttered under your breath in anger, but instantly covered your mouth with your palm.

Loki's face was expressionless and hard like a stone. He sighed, closed his eyes and rubbed the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. "Look, I don't wish to argue any more. I apologized and we talked. That's all I wanted," he removed his hand and revealed how dark and empty his usually bright eyes became. "So if you have nothing more to say, I have a work to do," he straightened himself and walked out of your bedroom sooner than you could open your mouth and apologize.

When Thor was depressed he either drank or worked out. That's something he and Loki had in common. And when Thor saw how sad and miserable his brother looked when he told him (after begging for 30+ minutes) he intended to take the pain momentarily away.

And since Midgardian liquor did nothing to either god, he summoned Bifrost and dragged Loki to Asgard. Right now they were both slouched over a giant half empty barrel, each prince had their own, and were shoveling up the alcohol inside with their helmets. If Loki was sober and if he cared he would call himself out over how low he had fallen.

"Why iz the whole Universe against me and Y/N? Huh? Answer me brotha," he lightly kicked Thor to wake him up.

"You agenered- anegerde- ANGERED. THAT'S THE WORD! Yu angered 'im," Thor said with a heavy tongue and dipped his winged helmet into the barrel.

"It's juss... She fucks up som'imes, and I do tu. Bu'," he sniffed. "I lov 'er."

After hearing that Thor spat out the mead and started laughing. "How? All you do this days is a'gue!"

Loki shrugged. "Tru. Bu' I love still 'er. No, wait. I still luv her. I thogh-*hic* I thought ever'thin' will be good. But then that, that, that BASTARD 'n his dog said hi to us. Jus' as she was aboutto say she wants me as 'er frend again!" he waved his horned helmet around spilling wine all over the place.

"And he was ALL she was talkin' about."

"I know, you alredy said it."

"And she defended him. Sum mortal she knew for twoo days at most!"

"I know."

"And she told meh she wudn't be my frend if she 'ad good tastes," he sniffed.

"Ladies, man. One does not simply unerdstand 'em," he mimiced a movie character and took a sip from his silver helmet.

Loki stood up, well, he tried to but failed so he crawled on all four instead and got to Thor. He sat down beside him and put his head on his shoulder.

"I love ya, y' know? Lika a lot. You're the only bro I'm ever gonna get. Even tho you're dumb," Loki chuckled.

"Aaaw, luv you too Kiki. Bu' I'm not goin to go onna date with you, if thas what you want."

Loki made a disgusted face. "You're too ugly fo' me," he pat Thor's cheek.

Thor fell into a long laugh and Loki followed soon after. At least he forgot about his pain for a little while and relived his fun times with Thor.

When they both calmed down Loki started thinking of you again. He knew you didn't mean those words. He was now scared that you won't apologize and put distance between you two so you could feel safe from him, just like you said in the park. Is it what you said, or is his drunk memory playing tricks on him? Either way, he found it ironic how you were the one hurt by his words before, now it's quite the opposite.

He chuckled at that. "Look how turntables," he mumbled.

"Wha?" Thor asked.

"Nuthin'. Listen, I need advice... how to make up with univers so they can stop messin' mine and Y/N's ralationship? Whatever it is at the moment."

"Universe confusing. Women confusing. When making up with women you giv flowers. You shuld giv univers a flowers," Thor mused.

"THAT'S IT! Thor, you're genious when you drink," Loki sloppily kissed his brother on the forhead (something he didn't do since they were in diapers) and dragged both of them on their feet. They had a garden to destroy.

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Magic Hands

Summary: Two of your best friends come over for game night, but mother nature has other plans in mind. Being a woman sucks, but your friends offer you their talented hands to help you feel better.

Pairing: Jimin x f. Reader x Taehyung

Genre: Smut, NSFW

Warnings: Smut, NSFW, threesome, sexy sandwich, pre-period symptoms, sexy massage, language, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), kissing (fxm and mxm), overstimulation kink, begging kink, hinting at Taehyung having a foot kink but there is no actual foot action, I’m sorry Taehyung is just so kinky in this, Princess pet-name, lots of breast action, maybe something considered food play and cum play, dom Jimin and Taehyung (slightly switches towards each other).

Word Count: 4,242

A/N: This is completely self-indulgent and it wrecked me writing it. Thanks grammar god @rougebangtan so much for beta reading this! I appreciate your help so much. I’ve learned so much from your feedback, and you’ve really helped strengthen my writing. Thanks friends in the ghostie discord who helped inspire me and hype me up to write this. I appreciate all of yall!

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It was almost that time of the month.

The one that you felt served no purpose except to biologically torture you.

Yes, that time of the month. You absolutely hated it.

Despite the extra pillows you added, the chair was doing no favors for your aching back. You groan as you shift in your desk chair, leaning forward to better massage the lower muscles causing you pain, and your breast brush against the table in front of you. The groan deepens as your oversensitive mounds press lightly against the hard surface.

You’d think you’d have your period down by now as an adult, but no, your body loved to keep throwing curve balls at you. For the last few months, the pre-period symptoms have been worse for you than the period itself. The week before your period, you would suffer from lower back pain, which at first had worried you, but you figured out, it was a normal part of PMS.

Your breasts also suffered more now than they used to, as well. They would easily become oversensitive, with your nipples always erect, and trying to poke through the clothing you wore over them. It doesn’t help that your breasts were stuffed into your tight-fitting bra. The mounds swelled in size, increasing in both firmness and tenderness, despite all logic. At this point, you worried you may have to go shopping for a new bra size exclusively because of those symptoms.

Oh god, all the extra hormones made you always horny too. Not that you weren’t normally, but now you were extra horny all the time. The sound of your phone vibrating angrily on your desk makes you stop your weak ministrations to check the message.

Jimin: y/n, we’re here!

Jimin: Why aren’t you answering the door!

Jimin: Let us in!

You see the three dots bouncing at the bottom of the screen, meaning Jimin is adding more messages to your chat. The man was always impatient and desiring attention.

You: I’m coming!

After standing up, you put your arms up above your head in order to give your back a good stretch before you make your way out of your room, and towards your door with quick steps. You swing the door open to see your two friends, who you had invited over for, which had now turned into, a poorly timed game night. You kind of wanted to ditch and just make a nest in your bed, but you’d feel bad canceling on your friends.

Jimin is leaning against the wall next to your door. Phone in his hands, he looks up excitedly when you open the door. He does his little habit of running his hand through his blonde hair, and his long earrings sway at the motion. Jimin is dressed smartly in his black shirt with a deep V-neck, with a necklace falling slightly below his exposed collarbones. Despite his shorter stature, compared to your other guy friends, his legs look endlessly long in those black jeans and a black belt wraps around his thin waist.

Taehyung, the other friend invited to game night, had his head tilted back to look at the sky as he waited for you to open the door, his Adam’s apple prominently displayed. He sported a peaceful expression as he glanced at you. His light caramel hair peeked out from his red snapback. His lithe form was hidden underneath a large cozy white shirt and dark pants while a combination of studs and rings lined the lower part of his ears. Two large plastic bags could also be seen hanging from his hands by his side.

“Finally.” Jimin huffs at you despite a smile being on his lips.

He pulls you into a hug which you gladly accept. You turn your head to make a face at Taehyung behind Jimin’s back, trying to distract yourself from the sensation of your chest smushed up into Jimin’s. The tall man laughs at the both of your antics. "I'm going to set this inside.” Taehyung holds up the bags when you try to peek in them, and you spot a variety of snack, chips, drinks, and box of strawberries.

“Thanks, Tae.” You coo fondly when you see your favorite snack. Just the distraction you needed. Taehyung nods, and walks past you and into your home comfortably, heading straight for the kitchen.

“Jimin.” You tap his back trying to signal the hug had been going on for a little too long. It wasn’t uncomfortable or awkward, at least. “Time to go inside.”

Instead of letting you go, the blonde man tightens his grip on you. He starts waddling you backwards and into your house.

“Jimin, let go.” You giggle happily.

“But what if I don’t want to?” He retorts and laughs as the two of you backtrack into your living area slowly.

“How are we going to beat Tae at videogames if one of us can’t see the tv?” You question after you finally come to a stop. You can hear the sound of crinkling plastic bags behind you as Taehyung placed the assorted snacks behind you, on the kitchen counter.

Jimin pulls a fake look of seriousness that makes you laugh. “You have a mirror somewhere we can use, right?”

“Do you know how hard that would be? No way.” You hit his chest as you lean back from his hold. He just grins at you.

“Well, you know I can’t let you go until you say the magic words.” He raises an eyebrow.

“I am not saying that.” You roll your eyes.

“Well, then.” His fingers flex against their hold on your sides in warning.

“No, don’t you-” Your retaliation turns into a shriek as the man tickles your sides.

“Say it.” Jimin continues.

You can barely say anything with how much you’re laughing and squirming. It’s unfair.

“Oh, sweet Jimin–” You get out somehow between laughs. “The cutest angel– ow, ow.” In the midst of your squirming, your back turns just the right way for spasms to rack across it.

Instantly, Jimin stops his tickling and unravels his arms around your form. He takes a tentative step back to give you room. “Are you ok, y/n?”

“Jimin, don’t kill her.” The sound of rustling plastic stops as Taehyung turns to look over at the two of you. He frowns as he sees you leaning slightly to the side, trying your best to ease the spasming muscles on your back.

“I’m fine.” You strain out. “My body’s just been hurting for a couple days now. It’ll go away soon.”

“y/n, I’m so sorry.” Jimin laments sadly. His hands are still frozen in the air, wanting to help inspect you as his eyes roam over your form instead.

“Did you get rid of that crappy chair yet?” Taehyung questions, the sound of bags crinkling once again, as he resumes his task.

Just how many snacks did he buy?

Jimin’s face turns serious as he goes to move around you and towards your room. “I told you to get rid of that piece of junk.”

“No, no, no.” You reach out and grabbing Jimin’s wrist quickly.

He stops immediately at your touch and glances back at you. Despite the chair being a piece of junk, you don’t want him to throw it out. You have other things to spend money on. Plus, it’s not really the problem this time. “It’s not the chair, Jimin, I swear. Don’t throw it out.”

Jimin eyes you critically. “So, if it’s not that, then what?”

“Errr…” You avoid eye contact as you quickly try to think of a lie and avoid Jimin’s skeptical face. “Wow, Taehyung sure bought a lot of snacks. We should help him out.”

You quickly let go of Jimin’s arm and, in order to seem nonchalant, you try to brush past him in the same manner he did earlier to you. But, of course, he won’t let you escape so easily and moves to secure you by the wrist.

It's your turn to look back at him now. The look he gives you makes your heart pound. It’s so caring, but there is a touch of sadness in his eyes. “You know you can tell me anything, right?”

“I know, Jimin.” You sigh as you look at the ground, suddenly so much more interested in your feet now. “It’s just… I’m… about to start my period.” You stumble through the words and just decide to get it over with. It may be awkward, but your friends are good at saving a good time.

“…Oh!” Jimin drops your arm, and runs his hand through his hair nervously. “I’m sorry I was pushing.”

“It’s just parts of my body aches right before my period.” You start speaking quickly. “It’s quite normal for the lower back to hurt before it starts.”

Oh god, why won’t the words stop now.

“It’s only started happening the last few months so I’m not quite used to it yet.”

Why are you telling them all of this unnecessary information?

“I would kill for a massage.” You finally end with a cringe.

“If you want…” You look back at Jimin who speaks up with slight hesitation. His hands are clasped together nervously, “…I could give you a massage?”

“He’s got quite the magical hands, you know.” Taehyung shouts from across the room. Jimin wiggles his fingers, gaining confidence at his friend’s words.

“…If you wouldn’t mind?” You tilt your head after pondering the idea, smiling sheepishly at your friend. “I’d appreciate it Jimin, thanks.”

“It’s not a problem.” Jimin twirls a finger, signaling for you to turn around. “I wish I could have helped you earlier.”

“If your hands really are magical, I’ll text you my period tracker.” You turn around, chuckling.

You feel the warmth of Jimin’s body move closely behind yours, and his breath tickles your neck giving you goosebumps. Warm hands are placed on your shoulders and start kneading, slowly working their way down. You hum appreciatively, his hands do feel nice.

Now facing the kitchen, you gasp as you notice the crazy number of snacks lined up on the counter. “Taehyung!”

“It’s not enough, isn’t it?” Mumbles Taehyung as he looks at the pile. An open box of strawberries is in his hand, a couple already devoured by the strawberry lover.

“It’s too– oh, Jimin, right there.” You practically moan as you become putty in his hands.

“This good?” He asks as his hands rest at the base of your hips, thumbs rubbing circles into the center of your lower back.

You nod your head up and down quickly to show your appreciation.

“Good.” He hums as he maneuvers your bodies so you can lean against him, and rest your head back on his shoulder. His hands fit between your bodies, pulling lightly at your shirt. “Is it ok if I reach under?”

“Yeah.” You jump slightly when his skin touches your own, making him chuckle.

You are suddenly all too aware of the position the two of you are in. His thighs grazing yours, feeling every inch of his hard chest against your back, his fingers circling pleasantly into your tired muscles, and his breath sweeping over the side of your face as he looks down at you in concentration. You close your eyes and hide your face into his neck, everything becoming just a little bit overwhelming for your over sensitive body.

“Want one?” You turn your head, and open your eyes to see Taehyung holding a strawberry in front of your face.

“Thanks, Tae.” You mumble. lifting your head from its resting place on Jimin, but before you could reach up to take the offered fruit, you feel it brushing softly against your lips.

Taehyung is eyeing your lips intensely before they move up to make eye contact with your own. He prods the strawberry against your lips a little harder, and you open your mouth in response. He smirks as he slides the strawberry into your mouth until it reaches the base. You close your mouth around it and bite the fruit, the sweet flavor filling your mouth.

Taehyung’s thumb swipes at your bottom lip, wiping off the strawberry juice, before he slides the digit into his mouth, sucking it clean. “Tasty, isn’t it?”

You whimper at the ache you feel between your legs. Thighs rubbing together unconsciously, you realize how wet you at that moment, from the slickness that coats your panties, smearing your upper thighs.

Taking a deep breath, you to try to clear your mind. “O-Ok guys, I think I’m good. Thanks for the special treatment. So, I’ll um, go set the games up now.”

Jimin grips onto your waist before you can bolt. “You’re still so stiff though. Are you sure?” His hands prod at a sensitive spot making you tense as he works the muscle out. It’s slightly painful, but pleasurable at the same time.

“I have magic hands too.” Taehyung mimics the hand wiggle Jimin preformed earlier. “You said ‘parts of your body ache’,” Taehyung air quotes, “Where else hurts? Are your feet sore?” He questions almost hopefully.

You turn your head to the side indignantly, “No, they’re fine. I’ve already embarrassed myself enough today, though. So, don’t worry about it.”

“You didn’t embarrass yourself.” Jimin reprimands, pinching you lightly.

“Ow.” You tilt your head back again to try to give him the best glare you can manage, but instead it looks more like an adorable pout which makes him laugh. “Don’t laugh, ok? I’m not going to ask you to massage my breasts.” You blurt out.

Jimin’s hands freeze and you feel his form stiffen behind you. The atmosphere around you changes. It feels just as heady as you feel when Jimin looks at you with dark eyes.

“If you want me to do that, I can.” Taehyung replies casually and confidentially.

You whip your head back towards Taehyung, your eyes wide with surprise. He’s rubbing his hands together before intertwining his fingers and stretching his arms out in front of him.

“But we– I– is this ok?” You squeak out, somehow. Your nerves are haywire as your brain runs through all the scenarios.

Will this make things awkward later? What does all of this mean?

Taehyung looks over your shoulder to the man behind you. Nodding after their silent conversation, Taehyung steps forward until he’s directly in front of you, barely standing an arm’s length away.

“If you don’t want to, that’s fine.” Taehyung shrugs. “I’ll pull out the Mario Kart, and feed you more strawberries, but if you do-” Taehyung finishes his sentence, closing the distance, and effectively sandwiching you between him and Jimin.

Your breath hitches as Taehyung slides his hands up your side, stopping just before the curve of your breasts to purr, “I promise I’ll make you feel better.”

Those words break the dam of your lust, and causes warmth to spread all over your body. You whine pitifully, words lost to you. Your back arches automatically, chest desiring the sensation of touch.

“Use your words, y/n.” Jimin whispers huskily into your ear, making a shiver go down your spine. You feel the smirk on his lips as they skim your lobe.

Screw the fucking consequences.

“Please.” You beg quietly, voice barely above a whisper. “Touch me, make me feel good.”

Both men make noises of approval. You feel the sounds rumble from their chests on both of your sides. Large hands reach up and cup your breasts over your clothes. Taehyung’s fingers knead your breasts carefully as you whimper, both out of pain and pleasure.

“It’ll be ok, Princess.” Taehyung reassures, “Just have to work out the kinks.”

“Just relax.” Jimin leaves a light, feathery kiss behind your ear. His lips skim down to your neck, nose brushing at your jaw encouragingly. Your head tilts to the side automatically to give him more access. He continues pressing his thumbs into your lower back. “We got you.”

With weak legs, faint pants come from your parted lips. You lift your arms to wrap them around Taehyung’s neck. It’s all too much, but, at the same, you still need more. So, you brush your lips lightly against Taehyung’s who immediately reciprocates. It starts off slow, but turns hungry quickly.

You moan into his mouth, and Taehyung uses that moment to invade your mouth with his tongue, passionately exploring. Your hands reach into his hair, knocking his hat off in the process, and weave into his soft locks. His lips only leave yours after you tug his hair slightly, your breath heavy as you try to regain some oxygen.

“Can I take my shirt off?” You pant out, your voice coming off a little breathless. “Need to feel more.”

Taehyung’s hands leave your chest. “Raise your arms,” He commands.

You untangle your hands from his hair, now sticking up in different directions, and you raise your arms above your head, just as you are told. Grabbing the ends of your shirt, Taehyung slowly pulls it up, exposing your skin inch by inch. Once it is off, he throws it off to the side.

Jimin looks over your shoulder to ogle the sight of the cleavage spilling out of your bra. “You’re so much bigger now.” His hands slide up your back up to your bra strap. “Do you want this off, too?”

“Yes.” You croon, sighing contently as Jimin’s fingers nimbly undo the claps, chest now free from its constraints.

Taehyung slides the straps off your shoulders before tossing the garment to the side, as well. His hands return to your chest making the both of you moan. You do it out of sensitivity, but he cramps up at the sensation of his fingers kneading into the soft yet firm flesh. Cleavage spills around his large, splayed out hands, and he is fascinated at the sight.

Jimin’s hands rub lower down your back, more so than they were before. His fingers dip slightly under your pants and brush along the top of your ass. You moan wantonly and unashamedly when Taehyung brushes your erect nipples, and circles his thumb around them almost lazily.

“What else, Princess?” Asks Taehyung, licking his lips in anticipation.

“My ass.” You whimper and Jimin hums in response, eager for you to continue. Which is exactly what you do. “Want you to grope it, Jimin.”

Jimin’s hands slide as much as they can into your pants, but they hindered slightly by the clothing. “Tae...” He whines miserably.

“On it.” He grunts and the coldness his hands leave behind after they’re removed from your chest makes you whine.

Taehyung chuckles at how needy you are as he unbuttons your pants and slides the zipper down. Jimin’s hands now slide freely down to your ass in-between your pants and underwear. He starts groping your ass, just as you requested.

“I need your mouth on them, Tae.” You arch your back even more to better display your breasts.

Taehyung eyes your breast heaving up and down as you do your best to breathe. “On these?” He teases as one hand comes to pinch and pull a hard nipple, the other moves to your waist and rubs circles into your skin.

“Ah!” you keen and your hips rock unintentionally, making both men moan at the friction. “Yes, there Taehyung, fuck.”

Licking his lips hungrily, Tae quickly descends onto a nipple. Your moans become louder as he sucks and bites on it, while the other continues to get pinched and pulled between his deft fingers.

The fingers on your ass slide down between your legs and feel the slicking gathering on your thighs. “You’re so wet.” Jimin moans, hips swiveling into yours. The action causes yours to rot rut into Taehyung’s, who returns the action with a moan of his own.

“You’re so spoiled.” Jimin chuckles darkly as he feels more of your essence drip from your panties. “Do you want us to take care of this too, Princess?” He asks, adopting Taehyung’s pet name for you.

“Fuck.” The feeling of Jimin’s hands teasingly tracing your underwear is driving you mad. “I want-” You murmur shakily before you rethink your sentence, and inhale sharply. “I need you to.”

“Need me to what?” Jimin continues to tease, hand now sliding gently over the wet fabric and right over your core.

“Jimin.” You whine, hoping he would just push the soaked clothing aside and touch you where you desire it most, but he continues his feather touches.

“Please, touch my pussy.” You beg. “Rub my clit.”

“Your wish is my command.” Jimin moans with you as his fingers slip past your underwear finally, and feels how truly drenched you are. His finger swipes at your entrance, up your slit, and begins to rub your engorged clit.

“Ooohh yes, fuck yes, Jimin.” You chant over and over, hips rocking into his hand and thus also into Taehyung.

“Fuck.” Taehyung groans as his mouth leaves your breast. His blown-out eyes look down between your bodies to see your exposed panties peeking through your unzipped jeans. The thin material does nothing to hide how Jimin’s hand is caressing your cunt and clit.

Tugging on the top of your jeans, Taehyung kneels down in front of you, pulling your pants down with him. His eyes are now level with your core, and he watches Jimin’s hand work before he loops his fingers into the tops of your underwear. Slowly, he pulls the material down, a rope of slick coming down with it.

“No, don’t stop.” You whine as Jimin stops rubbing your clit.

His fingers find your lower lips and spread them open with both his hands, fully exposing you to Taehyung. Taehyung’s hands come to rest on your slick thighs, pushing on them to encourage to spread yourself more, which you comply to easily.

“Fuck, soon you’ll be begging me to stop.” Taehyung looks up at you as his breath ghosts your cunt. “Switch, Jimin.”

Jimin’s fingers let go of your lips and reach up to your breasts aching for attention. His wet hand gropes your swelling boobs, rolling your nipples under his slick palm.

You watch as Taehyung’s mouth closes the distance between him and your pussy, his hot, hard tongue following the same pattern of Jimin’s fingers. The muscle teases your entrance before sliding up and down your slit a few times until he reaches your clit. He gives the bundle kitten-licks as he savors the way your face fleetingly twists in pleasure, his eyes carefully catching each expression.

“Ooh, Tae,” You tangle your fingers into his hair once again, encouraging him to get closer, to go deeper. He envelops your clit in his hot mouth and sucks hard, making you scream. “Tae!”

Your moans never stop, instead, they only increase in volume; especially as Taehyung slides one hand further up your thigh, and gathers your fluid with it before sliding his fingers into your tight hole.

“You’re so fucking tight.” Taehyung groans between your legs and his voice sends vibrations through your very core. He moves his finger in and out of you, stretching you before he adds a second. His wrists flick rapidly as he fucks you with his fingers. “Such a needy girl.”

You cum quickly with a scream. Stars line up your vision at the powerful orgasm. Jimin holds your twitching body up as Taehyung continues to fuck your clenching hole with his fingers while licking the cum clean that drips from his fingers. Your orgasm ends, but Taehyung keeps going, now sucking and nibbling at your clit again. “Too much, too much.” You pull at Taehyung’s hair, trying to pull him away. He doesn’t relent, intent on keeping his word from earlier.

Strong arms from behind wrap around you, and pull you away from the kneeling man, whose face glistens from your cum. “Taehyung, you need to give her a break.”

Bless you Jimin, you beautiful angel.

“It’s my turn next.” His grip on you tightens, almost possessively like a child holding their favorite toy.

Wait, what?

“Fine, but I really want her to hear her beg more.” Taehyung stands up and stalks toward the both you.

“If she’s up for it,” Jimin shrugs, “it’s fine by me.” You’re not sure if he’s supporting you or signing your death warrant.

Once Taehyung reaches you, he grabs your chin between his fingers to hold you still as he kisses you deeply. His tongue easily slips into your mouth, and you taste yourself from his mouth.

He ends the kiss, wiping the back of his hand along his mouth. “Tasty, isn’t it?”

Jimin’s head suddenly reaches over your shoulder, pushing you in between him and Taehyung, as his lips reaches the other man’s. It’s a messy kiss, Jimin practically eating out Taehyung’s mouth. You stare at the scene, heat once again pooling between your legs.

“Divine.” Jimin says as he breaks the kiss and licks his lips. He starts waddling you backwards towards your room in the same fashion as he did earlier.

“Now, I’m going to fuck you so hard into that chair of yours. it’ll break. Then, you’ll have to buy a new one.”

Taehyung laughs as he follows along, eyeing your form now being practically dragged away by Jimin.

“Jimin, nooo.” You whine, not pleased at the prospect of buying another chair, which they seemed hell-bent on turning true. “The bed works perfectly fine.”

#btsghostie #bts fanfiction #bts smut #jimin x reader x taehyung #jimin fanfiction #taehyung fanfiction #v fanfiction #jimin smut #taehyung smut #v smut #bts reader #bts mxr #magic hands #my writing

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daisies-write · 3 years

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And he said “nope” - Part 2

Deal with the Devil

Hisoka x weak!reader; soulmate AU

Ok so we decided to go with a light and fun story! I suppose it isn’t what’s expected of a Hisoka x reader but with Ari we had so much fun imagining different scenarios where both are forced to work together, it just started to take life on it’s own! I hope it won’t be disapointing for you and that you’ll like this serie as much as we do! @kuuredere

-Yasu

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TW: none

Writer: Both of us ! (Ari and Yasu)

Word count: 1965

This is how your "contract" began with Hisoka, with one simple deal: to continue with your life without being disturbing each other, as if you two never met. You would never work together anyway. You had morals and Hisoka was… Hisoka.

But strangely, since then your life had seemed to take an ominous decline and you were starting to wonder if the Universe had something to do with it. Too much had happened in too little time: losing your car, having your apartment infested with cockroaches, and finding out that your partner might be having an affair. Well… it couldn't be worse, after all.

" You are fired. "

Ah. It could, actually.

You were sitting on a bench somewhere in a park, with a big box full of your things lying at your feet, trying somehow to reach your partner on the phone. After the fifth call, you gave up. They must have been busy ...

You clapped your hands over your eyes, sighing loudly, twisting in your head everything you could do to find a job that paid as well as your last but there were very few options and the remaining ones didn't appeal to you one bit. You weren't desperate enough to striptease yet, that's for sure, and going back to babysitting was a big no.

"Maybe they were right in the end," you mumbled in your despair. “I'm not meant to be a Hunter and I'm not made for the big city.” A sad chuckle escaped your lips. “A real little peasant, haha. "

As if trying to mock you, the sun and the sky were extremely bright that day. Or maybe it was to support you...

" Well! I got this! I will not be discouraged for so little! "

You got up on your feet, determined, and then sat down again almost instantly.

"I have nowhere to sleep."

You expressed yourself with yet another long sigh. If only you hadn’t met this Hisoka, if only you hadn’t gone to see that damn battle at Heaven Arenas with your friends, if only you had said no, your life surely would have just as chill, like it used to. Seeing in color was fun but not necessary.

"I don't like pink," you thought as you saw a kid make a big bubble with his chewing gum.

"My, it looks like my kitten is doing badly ~," said a voice you recognized all too well.

Slowly turning your head to the side, you could finally confirm your fears: Hisoka was looking at you with a big smile, a hand on his cheek and mocking eyes.

"Hey, Satan," you answered instinctively.

He laughs at your words.

"I’m pretty sure I’m even worse, but thank you nonetheless."

“Go away. I don’t have time to mess with you. And like, don’t you have a fight today?”

Hisoka shrugged.

“The guy isn’t worth my time, that’s all.”

“So you thought about stalking me?”

“I thought about watching children play but I found you like you would find a wart,” he said nonchalantly.

You just started at him, genuinely creeped out.

“Get out of here, pedo.”

He laughed again.

“Make me.”

“The sexual innuendo of this sentence is way too big so you better stop using it unless if you want to bang me,” you said, unphased. “But there’s a hint: you ugly.”

“Wow!” Hisoka placed a hand to his heart, a pout on his face. “You didn’t seem quite so aggressive last time. Something bad happened?” His eyes found your box and his smirk came back. “Fired?”

You said nothing, but the displeased expression gave him confirmation.

“Your fault.”

“How’s that? Oh, let me guess,” his finger taping his lips in the most frustrating exagerration of his excessively dramatic self. “You couldn’t stop thinking about me and got distracted from your work, so of course, your boss told you to never come back because of your uselesness. Tragic love story!” He sighed. “But then again, who could resist me? I feel sympathetic for you. <3″

Your disgust grew just at the thought of being in love with Hisoka. He annoyed more you at every word he spoke, at every breath he took but you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing this. You prefered playing his game and use your sarcasm to counter his and perhaps, distract yourself from your harsh reality.

“Well, if you’re so sympathetic, you could buy me a house-”

“Nope, <3″

You tried, at least!

“My apartment have been infested with cockroaches, so honestly, I really need a house. If you know a place, tell me.”

Hisoka eyed you for a second.

“Are you really unclean to the point of having cockroaches in your whole apartment?”

“What ? NO!” you yelled.

He just laughed again, shoting his head back. You bite your lower lips in embarassment as you saw the eyes of everyone else in proximity glaring at you. Your cheeks burned in fluster.You’ve been too loud.

“I have an idea!” you said to Hisoka after chacking your burning face away. “We could swap houses! That way, you could live with your family!”

His laugh died and he looked at you, pleased that you started playing with him.

“They said they missed you, you know? That you shouldn’t have run off and left them without saying anything,” you continued.

“I,” started Hisoka through a shit eating grin, “hate you so much and I urge to kill you but it would be no fun with you.”

“I think one of your brothers at my house is called Steve. Steve really, really misses you.” You smiled. “I feel like you two were very close.”

You liked insisting on each and every word of your sentence.

“Impossible. I’m too sexy to be related to Steve.”

“You’re sure? I thought you were twins. I could barely tell you apart!” Your voice sounded more and more amused with each syllable leaving your mouth. It felt so natural. “Wow.”

Honeslty, playful bander with Hisoka was fun. A real game, a match one of you had to win; he was never phased by any of your words so you kept sending sly insults back and forth in this oddly lively and convivial disgust you shared for each other.

Unfortunatly, everything must come to an end, right? You stopped quick in your teasing when you saw a familiar number appearing on your phone. Your smile vanished in less than a second and the atmosphere wasn’t so light anymore. Your partner was calling you, but in all honesty, you didn’t want to answer now. Or more like you didn’t have the heart to.

Hisoka raised one eyebrow.

“Lover?”

“I guess.. They’ve been cheating for a while, so no, not really anymore,” you said, trying your best to seem nonchalant about it.

“And you’re okay with that? You don’t seem like the type who’d have an open relationship.” His voice sounded like he took great joy in your suffering.

“Well, they found their soulmate. I know them,” you gulped. “I know them more than I know myself. It’s been hard on them and they aren’t ready to talk about it but I’m aware of what they’re doing at night. I saw their messages by accident.” You shrugged. “I’m only waiting for when they feel like it’s time.”

You stared at the number until it disappeared.

“Liar.”

You looked over to Hisoka again, slightly disoriented.

“You can dump them since you found your own soulmate.The break-up wouldn’t be so hard on them if they knew this.” He chuckled. “You’re just slowing down the inevitable fate of your couple. You don’t want to be alone and that’s all there is to know.”

You glared at him, now. Your heart was beating loudly against your chest, in pure anger. How could he read through you so easily? You didn’t like that one bit and you were disappointed in yourself for oversharing. He’s your soulmate, yes, but he’s still Hisoka.

“Please. Not now.”

“Sucks to be you, love.”

An awkward silence fall upon you both, or at least upon you. While you were frantically texting your best friend to ask for a place to stay, only to be met with a lenghty apology, you searched for other ways to find a place to sleep tonight. The motel rooms prices were way too high and you didn’t know how long you’d need to stay, nor how much it’ll cost to have your appartment clean again. You couldn’t face your partner and you were too ashamed to call your family. Your pride would end you but you prefered sleeping in the streets than having them look at you disapprovingly. Your whole world was falling apart and you blamed it all on Hisoka. And yet...

Hisoka’s eyes didn’t leave your figure. His mind was racing and it seemed like it was the only thing it did since he met you. He didn’t speak when he saw you frown and sigh and type desesperatly on your phone, swipping through your contacts, hesitating over a room price, checking over and over again if anyone could help you. His mind was still racing when he told you:

“I guess you can come to my place for a while.”

You were utterly speechless and goggled at him for a few seconds. It isn’t like Hisoka at all to propose help. He had something in mind, you knew as much, but you couldn’t help but feel floored.

“Who are you and what the heck did you do to my soulmate-?”

“Awww, you refer to me as your soulmate, that’s adorable.”

“ANSWER-” Honestly, you didn’t care about the volume of your voice at this point. You were too shocked.

Hisoka just laughed it off and looked at you, openly condescending and still smiling. Does he ever stop doing so ?

“I will have to take on a mission so I won’t be at Heaven Arenas for a while.” He pointed at you. “You can take my room there while I’m gone.”

You were too confused.

“But why? You gain nothing by doing this!” You frowned and wrapped your hands protectively against your body. “I won’t have sex with you!”

“Don’t worry, I’d rather die,” he rolled his eyes. “I let you take my room because whatever happens to you if you sleep on a bench in the parc happens to me as well. And even if I’m pretty sure I can manage, I don’t want to wake up in the morning with a hole in my belly. You got it, darling?”

“Wait, what do you mean everything that happens to-’

But he didn’t let you finish your sentence: he took your box and walked away without giving you any other explanation.

“Hisoka, wait!”

Well, at least you got a rather interesting piece of informations. You didn’t know everything about soulmates but you sure knew that even if you were linked by fate, Hisoka wouldn’t do this without solid motives. Everything about him screamed to you to never trust him but you needed your box and you needed a roof over your head. You wouldn’t let your guard down for now. You probably couldn’t beat him in a fight but he didn’t seem like he’d kill you so that was already a good point.

You made a mental note to look more deeply into all of this and untangle the mystery of his help and quickly followed your jerk soulmate.

“I said wait, asshole!”

“What, miss me already? Do you want a goodbye kiss?”

“Don’t say such repulsive things,” you replied, gagging. “I’ll need the room’s key.”

“Here,” he tosses it to you before adding “just don’t go looking around my stuff too much~”

This was going to be... interesting.

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Fateful Consequences (Oikawa Toru)

i got this ask a while ago and it took so long to write I’m so sorry! i hope you like it!

if there was one thing oikawa tooru was bad at, it was giving himself a break. he had formed a terrible habit throughout middle school of working until he couldn’t, of hitting something till it broke. and it was this mindset that made him impossible to understand

he always kept that fake smile on his face, one that sent shivers up your spine because it never reached his eyes. oikawa never could express his emotions; he couldn’t be vulnerable. it wasn’t that he didn’t trust you, but he knew that if he truly let himself break down, he couldn’t build himself back up afterward

today was worse than any one you had ever seen before. oikawa had been in the gym ever since school ended at it was nearing eight o’clock at night. you could not stop the feeling of nerves rattling in your stomach as you grabbed your backpack and began walking toward the exit. oikawa didn’t even notice until he heard the door open

he dropped the volleyball he was holding and put his hand on his hip, “(y/n)?”

you put a comforting smile on your face and turned around, hoping he would be somewhat calmer than he was earlier, “toru, it’s getting pretty late. we should get home before it’s really dark, yeah?”

oikawa didn’t respond right away, taking another glance at the volleyball on the floor then back up at you. there was a match with shiratorizawa coming up and he needed to practice as much as he could. he couldn’t stand being looked down on by ushiwaka again. but, he did have to walk you home first, there was no question about that

you waited for him by the door, not mentioning how he obviously left it unlocked. if he came back later and worked himself to the bone, it would be your mess to take care of. you would be the one who’d have to run your fingers through his hair and give him a massage. usually, you didn’t mind it at all but your patience had already been worn thin tonight

oikawa didn’t even hold your hand as you walked, too busy making volleyball motions, practicing even as he walked. you were beginning to get annoyed and even thought about taking another way home just to get there faster and away from the subtle seething creature that was your boyfriend

“toru? can we stop at the convenience store for a second? i need to get something.”, he gave you a nod and you felt your heart sink but you don’t know why you expected anything more

the buzzing light of the convenience store almost made you forget the awkwardness of this walk home. oikawa chose to wait outside while you got whatever you needed, turning on his phone and texting whoever, probably iwaizumi. you gave a smile to the bored cashier and wandered further down the isles

when you reached for a bottle of strawberry milk, you lept backward when your hand touched someone else’s. the other person shuffled backward too with an awkward sigh. you glanced over to look at them, eyes widening when you saw him

“tobi-chan!”, you smiled and saw the way he relaxed when he saw you

you propelled yourself forward to hug him, giggling as you two rocked side by side. tobio reluctantly put his hands on your back, pushing you away slightly. he had gotten a haircut and it looked nice, you noted as you stepped back with your arms behind you

“how are you, (y/n)-san?”, he asked, avoiding the blinding smile on your face by focusing on the dirty tile floor

you and tobio had met last year at one of his volleyball games that oikawa had dragged you too. the two of you hit it off surprisingly well and you grew to see tobio as your little brother, constantly supporting him and making fun of him at the exact same time

“i’m okay! toru has a match coming up soon so he’s been practicing non-stop-“, you stopped mid-sentence as arms wrapped around your middle

you must have been so busy talking to tobio that you hadn’t even heard the front door open. oikawa rested his head on your shoulder with a scowl pointed directly at kageyama, whose face flushed under the glare. you couldn’t even see your boyfriend’s face but you knew what he was doing

“toru, you remember tobi-chan, right?”, oikawa tensed at the pet name and grabbed your waist a little tighter

“unfortunately. it’s cold outside, (y/n), we need to get home, hmm? bye-bye tobio!”, oikawa turned you around and pressed his lips to yours

yours eyes widened while oikawa’s never left kageyama. catching on fairly quickly, you shoved oikawa off of you

“don’t ever do that again!”, you pointed at him before repositioning your backpack and storming out of the store

oikawa scowled even deeper at tobio who grabbed the milk quickly and ran toward the cashier. maybe he had gone too far this time but he had been on edge all day. he lost his ushiwaka all the time but he wouldn’t lose to kageyama. and he certainly wouldn’t lose you

* * *

the day of the shiratorizawa match marked the fourth day you hadn’t spoken to oikawa and he was about to lose his mind. he had been unfocused the entire game because he knew that you weren’t in the crowd, you weren’t all curled up in his jacket like you usually were and you wouldn’t be there to console him after his inevitable defeat

iwaizumi had lost count of how many times he’d struck him but none of them seemed to have any effect. the whole team was suffering because of oikawa’s mindset and when the game finally reached halfway, iwaizumi had had enough. picking up his phone, he immediately dialed your number

“where are you and what did you do to trashykawa?”, was his immediate response when you answered

“i’m here, just really far in the back so he can’t see me and i didn’t do anything, it was all him.”, there was a pout to your tone and you sounded close to tears

iwaizumi sighed and rubbed his forehead, “listen, i’m sure oikawa deserves whatever punishment you’re giving him and i know it isn’t fair of me to ask this but, he needs you and we need him. please, (y/n).”

he hung up afterward and glanced over at the captain, who was sitting on the bench with glassy eyes and knees pulled up to his chest. when iwaizumi saw you walking down the stairs of the bleachers, it felt like tons of rocks had been lifted off of his shoulders. you had a look on your face that matched oikawa’s

with a heavy heart, you snuck around the back of the bench and placed your hand on oikawa’s head, beginning to wave your fingers through his dark brown hair. oikawa flinched at first but relaxed as if he were melting. slowly and carefully, he turned around buried his face in your stomach while you continued to play with his hair

you could hear his sniffles as he spoke ,”i-i am so so s-sorry! i-i-i was mad and i w-was o-out of line a-and it w-wasn’t fair to y-you! i n-never sh-should-“

cutting him off you lowered yourself down to his eye level and took his red face into your hands, wiping off the tears with gentle fingertips. you had never seen him act like this before, certainly not in front of his entire team who were most definitely watching the scene unfold

“we can talk about it later, kay?”, you felt him nod slowly against your hands,”now, get out there and cream shiratorizawa, babe!”

it was as if the fire had returned to his eyes instantly at your encouragement. oikawa beamed and kissed your nose with a grin before cracking his knuckles

“you got it!”

shiratorizawa still ended up winning but oikawa played better than you had ever seen him before and afterward, he didn’t stop holding you all day, even skipping out on after game practice. you didn’t need him around all the time but this was certainly enough

#haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #oikawa toru x reader #oikawa tōru #oikawa x reader #toru oikawa

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ohmyitsfaith · 4 years

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50 days of learning love/Part 5

Pairing: Five Hargreeves x Reader

Summary: You’re sick, he’s sick, everyone is sick. Maybe you shouldn’t have stayed close to the sick boy with both of your immune systems being weak.

Warnings: Nothing except the usual swearing

Word count: 3.3k

A/n: It’s been a while since I wrote a part for this, but I really enjoyed writing this. I can’t wait for you guys to read the next part though. It’ll be really fun.

The next day you woke up, you decided to go out and find something to help the sick boy, who was currently asleep, his face sweaty. You watched the boy curl into himself, shivering with fever running through his body. After a bit you sighed and grabbing your bag you started your journey to find something, anything that could help the teenager.

You ended up walking around for hours, but the mission was successful. You found clean water and a handkerchief, which you knew would help you to keep his fever in line if you just make it wet. You also found some herbs that would make a great herbal tea for his sickness.

But it was already noon when you found these and only after that you turned back. So our poor and sick Five woke up without you in sight. His first thought was that that’s it, you left him for good. You have had enough and left him to suffer alone. But then he realized that that didn’t sound like you at all. Because even though he was an asshole to you quite a few times, you always stayed in the end. And still, he was alone at the moment.

Because of his fever and constant shivering, he couldn’t focus on anything. The whole situation got the best of him and tears started rolling down his cheeks. He couldn’t stop himself and for minutes he just cried. Until he convinced himself that if he kept it up, his fever will get worse, so he lay underneath the blanket, curling in on himself. He fell asleep and didn’t even wake up until the middle of the afternoon, when you were back.

When you reached your place, Five was sleeping. Your heart hurt at the sight of the shivering teenager, especially after you saw the tear stains on his face. With a sigh, you lit a small fire and started brewing him the tea. The sweet smell woke Five up and pulling the blanket tighter around him, he opened his eyes and saw you at the fire.

“How are you feeling?” you asked, sensing his gaze at you.

“I thought you left” he said, ignoring the question.

“You’re the only reason I come back” you said softly and finally looked at him. “Come here to the fire. You won’t be so cold then.”

Without another word, he sat down close to the fire and reached out, warming his hands. After a while, you were done with the tea and pouring it into the flask, you gave it to him.

“Drink this. It’ll help” you said.

He took the flask and took a sip. He wanted to spit it back, but swallowed it. He never liked tea, not to mention herbal tea. But he knew that you were right, it will help after a while with his sickness. He looked up from the flask, right into your eyes, when you touched his forehead.

“You have a fever” you stated the obvious, but he was too busy with trying to hide his blush to call you out on it. “If it gets worse, we’ll have to cool you down a bit.”

He slowly nodded. He hated being sick, but hopefully he would get through it in a matter of time. Maybe quicker now, that you were taking care of him with all the stuff you learned in the past. He was grateful that you took up on the job of helping him in his recovery, but did not know how to express his gratitude to you. He was also glad that both of you got through the awkwardness of your confession from the day before.

“Thank you” he mumbled and then froze.

Technically he didn’t mean to just throw that out there, but his mind was so occupied with the thoughts of gratitude, that he couldn’t stop it. He relaxed though as he heard your chuckle.

“You’re welcome, Five. Just don’t be scared to ask for help” you said with a smile on your face.

His face heated up again and he started sipping his tea to mask it. In the mean time, you made the dinner. From then on, the rest of the day went by fast. You ate dinner, then you wet the handkerchief and put it on his forehead when his fever got a bit worse. He was lying most of the time and looking at the dark sky. He shivered a lot and it started to hurt him.

“Just hold on a bit more” you said softly. “I promise it’ll get better.”

His eyes closed and he hoped he’d fall asleep and get a bit of break of the constant shivering. You stayed awake until you saw his face relax, then you checked his temperature again. Thankfully it went down a bit, so you put the handkerchief down and you lay to your place.

And so went the twenty-first day and night.

Five looked and felt better the next day. Your care and the tea you made definitely helped. He was careful still, but he felt stronger.

“Would you like to go for a walk?” you asked. “It might help a bit as well.”

“Yeah” he nodded and with a sigh he was on his feet.

Lightheadedness hit him for a second, but he stayed standing up.

“Do you need help?” you asked softly.

He just shook his head and putting his hands into his pockets he walked towards you. You smiled at him and you started walking around. It was a nice day. It was warm, the sunshines warming you up. You took in the light spring breeze.

You saw Five wobble on his feet and you instantly put your arm around his, knowing that just this small stability will help his case. He looked at you at the contact, but then just sighed and let you. You smiled at that and looked forward.

“Why did you help me?” he asked quietly, but in the dead world, you heard him perfectly.

“Well... you won’t take care of yourself, so I decided that I will” you said, the soft smile still on your face.

“Thank you” he looked at you.

“Any time, Five. Seriously. We’re the only ones here. If we can’t lean on each other, where can we? I’ll be here until... well, you know” you said, the smile disappearing for a second, but then coming back as you continued expressing your thoughts. “And you can always lean on me. If you need any help, I’ll be here, ready to help.”

“Thank you, Y/n. I’m really grateful” he said looking at you from underneath his lashes.

You gave him a smile and you continued your small walk. A very comfortable silence fell between you and you felt no need to break it. Five started feeling more comfortable as well with your presence and your affections and slowly, he moved his hand, so your arm could go better around his own. At that, your smile grew, but glancing at him, you didn’t mention it, seeing as he was fighting off a blush.

After your walk, you spent your day, just sitting at your place. Five worked on the equation, and you just drew in the sand. It was a nice, calm day, with nothing to disturb your peace. You ate your small lunch and decided to take a nap. Five agreed with your choice, so the two of you lay on the mattress, shoulders touching. You were so at peace, that you fell asleep within a few minutes.

However Five took more time before falling asleep. He just watched you sleep with wild thoughts running through his head. Until those thoughts calmed down, his breath matching yours and his eyes closed. He fell asleep with a smile on his lips.

Although originally you only planned to take a short 30 minute nap, it turned into a few hours. You woke up when the sun was only a red dot at the bottom of the sky. Five woke up just a second later and was just as shocked at the length of your nap. But what was there to do? So with a sigh, you went on with the normal things. You lit the fire, but decided against making dinner, since lunch seemed to be only a few minutes ago. So you just talked at the fire, sharing different stories that came to mind, enjoying the quality time together.

And so went the twenty-second day and night.

You felt awful. You sighed at the realization and lay your head back, looking at the sky.

“You okay?” was Five’s first question to you.

“Do I look okay?” you turned your head to the boy.

“If we’re being honest? No” he said.

“You made me sick” you said and at his slightly offended expression, you laughed, before explaining. “I mean that I caught it from you.”

“Oh...” he said, realizing.

“Yeah. But it’s all good. I’ll get through it” you sighed and sat up. “I always do.”

“But you’re not alone anymore” he said quietly.

“You don’t have to do anything, just because I did that for you. I’ll catch it before it can hit me for real” you smiled at him and sat down in front of the fireplace.

But your power did not want to work. You looked down at your hands, confused and Five seeing this, he sat down next to you and started lighting the fire manually.

“Maybe you won’t be able to catch it before it hits” he said while working on the fire.

You sighed and leaning back against the mattress, you crossed your arms.

“I do not like this” you said to him.

“Yeah, well you don’t have a choice” he looked at you.

“I know” you sighed.

Five let himself smile for a bit, then finished the fire. He grabbed the herbs, but did not know what to do with it, so he turned to you.

“I’ll do it. Thank you, Five” you smiled at him.

He stayed close to you and watched how you made the tea. He studied every step, so if this ever happened again, he could do it himself. You smiled at his intense attention and looked at him for a second.

You finished the tea and again, put it in a flask. You sat back into the position you were before and continued what you were doing yesterday.

But as the day progressed, you felt more and more uncomfortable. The way you were sitting, where you were sitting, everything. Even though you were sitting on the mattress, it felt too uncomfortable. Five noticed this and for minutes, he was thinking how could he help you. Getting to a decision, he stood up from the chair, walked over to you and sat down next to you.

“Come” he patted his thighs. “Lay down. It’ll feel more comfortable than sitting.”

A blush rose up on your cheeks but Five’s face wasn’t better. You sighed and lay down like he asked. Your face burned like never before. He took a deep, shaky breath and continued working on the equation. You calmed down too after a bit of time passed. You absentmindedly played with the slightly torn fabric at his knees as he wrote in the notebook. You slowly fell asleep on his lap and Five noticed it after a few minutes.

He sighed and with slightly shaking hands he reached down and touched your hair. He took in a sharp breath as his fingers seemed to move on their own. They started stroking your hair and he heard you sigh in your sleep. He pulled the blanket up on you when you pulled your knees a bit more to your chest.

You stayed in that position for a few hours. You slept while Five caressed your hair and looked over his equations, at times correcting some things. You woke up in the late afternoon and felt Five’s hand in your hair.

“Do you feel any better?” he asked.

“Yeah” you said quietly. “A bit.”

“I’m glad.”

You slowly sat up and picking up the flask, you drank the remaining herbal tea. Then you hesitantly leaned your head on his shoulder. He stiffened, but let you be there. His mind raced with thoughts about how close you are.

And so went the twenty-third day and night.

At the morning, you woke up to a source of warmth leaving you. You opened your eyes and saw Five stretch.

“What are you doing?” you asked in a slight morning voice.

“I’m gonna go out and get water” he said looking at you.

“Please don’t leave me. I don’t want to be alone” you whispered.

“I’ll be back” he kneeled down next to you. “We’re just running out of water.”

You closed your eyes, squeezing them shut, not wanting the tears to escape. You knew it was stupid to cry, but fever does that to people. Getting oversensitive and all...

Five’s heart fell and put his hand on your head.

“I’ll be back by noon. I promise you” he said, caressing your hair again. “Please don’t cry.”

You took in a breath, pushing through the stupid tears and opened your eyes. You looked right into his eyes. His hand went down to your cheek and you leaned into his touch. He gave you a small smile, then stood up and grabbed his trunk. With one last look back at you he started walking.

True to his words, he was back by noon. But those few hours were almost torture for you. Your mind in your feverish state kept showing you worse and worse images, both from the past that you’ve actually seen, and images that it made up itself. You were a whimpering mess, especially that you couldn’t even light a fire so it would give you a bit of warmth. Thankfully Five came back with water and he immediately crouched down to you.

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

“Like someone lit me on fire and dropped me into a big pool of ice at the same time” you whined.

He put a hand on your forehead, and true to your words, you had a fever. He poured a bit of water on the handkerchief like you did just a few days ago and put it on your forehead. You whined at the cold, but you knew it was needed. He made your lunch while you tried to cool down a bit and then he helped you sit up. He sat down next to you and you leaned on him. He gave you your part, but you really didn’t want to eat.

After forcing some solid food in yourself and him eating his lunch, he gave you water before he laid you down. He pulled the chair next to the mattress and after putting the handkerchief back on your forehead he sat down and resumed his work.

You fell asleep, trying to sleep through the sickness, but ended up having a fever dream that was so disturbing to your mind, that after only an hour it woke you up. You were sweating hard and panting as you sat up. The already dry handkerchief fell off of your forehead and you put your head in your hand, trying to calm down. Five looked up at you from his writing and concern filled him.

“Bad dream?” he asked and you slowly nodded. “Do you need anything?” he asked again and you shook your head. “Okay.”

He put a hand on your back as you sighed. He was still concerned for your well-being, but didn’t push it.

After fighting off the panic caused by your disturbing dream, you asked him to walk with you a bit. So you two ended the day with a longer walk, your arm around his. You ate some dinner, feeling better after the sleep even though it was bad. And then after some stories, you both fell asleep next to each other.

And so went the twenty-fourth day and night.

You woke up with your legs entangled with Five’s. Your head was on his shoulder and a hand rested on his chest. One of his hand was in your hair while the other around your waist. It felt weird. You never ended up being this close to Five, even though you slept next to each other. But before you could move away, Five woke up.

He was just as confused as you. But he didn’t mind it. Not for one bit. Sure, he was embarrassed and a soft blush adorned his face, but he was weirdly okay with it.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, feeling peaceful.

“Better” you said, calming down at his voice. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

“I’ll take care of you as long as you need me” he said sincerely.

You were both shocked at how soft it was, but a smile grew on you face.

“And I’ll take care of you as long as you need me.”

Five smiled too, thankful to have someone like you next to him in the time of need. He slowly started to realize that those feelings that he thought were just friendly, maybe they weren’t so friendly anymore. But he stopped his mind and convinced himself that you were only becoming his best friend.

A best friend who made his heart beat faster and his blush to rush to his face at every affection.

He furrowed his brows at his own thought. Yeah, he blushed a lot, but that was only because he was never used to affection. I mean... who would’ve given him? His shit excuse of a father who treated them as an experiment and constantly abused them? Or his siblings who always gave him a headache with every chance they got? Or his robot mother who... He didn’t find and excuse for that. Maybe he just wasn’t his mom’s favorite. Or for the matter anyone’s favorite.

“What are you thinking about?” you asked, your soft voice breaking through his thoughts.

For a bit, he thought if he should say the truth or just lie about it. But you were always sincere with him, telling the truth at every given situation. Well... for the most part. So he decided.

“Just how I never got much affection from... anyone really” he said, the half truth slipping easily out of his mouth.

“Does it make you feel weird?” you asked.

“At the beginning it did. A lot. But now... only a bit maybe” he answered.

“Do... do you want me to stop?” you asked, scared.

“No” he said quickly. “No... it... uh... it feels good.”

“Thank you for trusting me enough to let me get this close to you” you said gratefully as you snuggled closer to him.

“And thank you for becoming my best and only friend I have ever had” he smiled, squeezing your waist a bit.

“Can we... uh... lay like this? Just for a bit more?” you asked.

“Yeah... yeah I’d like that” he said softly.

Well that “bit more” ended up becoming a few hours. To be more exact, until noon. You just lay there, talking about everything and nothing. Anything that came into mind, you shared with the other. Except if it was about your feelings toward the other. That, you kept for yourselves. But other than that, anything could come. Weird childhood stories? Get it in! Stories about Five’s missions with the Umbrella Academy? You know it. The story about that one time you actually could’ve met him if he didn’t disappear? Put it in the bag. So really, anything.

Since you felt much better, you ended up eating well. Well... as well as you could with the small amount you had there. After that, you spent the rest of the day just like you would’ve any day with the exception that it was colored with your open feelings.

And so went the twenty-fifth day and night.

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imnotwolverine · 3 years

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The Accidental Family - Chapter 4

Henry Cavill x OFC - multi-chapter

< Chap 3 | Chap 4 The First Date night | Chap 5 >

Disclaimer: fluff, mild smuttiness, some strong language

Word count: 2.303

Author’s note: I had so much food the past couple of days 😂So yea, despite the Christmas days having been weird at best, me and my bf had quite a bit of fun - and a whole lot of romantic dinners to kill the time. And ..now we’re talking romantic dinners..

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‘Black or purple, what do you think?’ Henry held up the two ties before Kal, the dog tilting his head left and right, as if deciding which one was better. The answer was apparently quite simple according to Henry’s dog; with an excited huff the Akita jumped right up in Henry’s face, licking him all over.

‘Yea, yea, hahahah - that’s the goal. Hahahah. You got me there. So..no tie, then?’ He pushed the dog back down and ruffled him through his thick fur. Kal borked softly and Henry agreed. ‘Very well, a little less formal is probably better, you’re right. We’re having a date at home, anyways.’

Henry breathed in deeply and looked in the direction of the kitchen, his stew simmering on a low fire as he heard Phoebe rummage upstairs, some closet cabinets opening and closing in a mildly hasty manner.

With Henry still in full recovery, it was decided that it would be best to just stick to a cute home dinner for their first dinner date since his memory loss - just to avoid any overzealous fans that would disturb him in a restaurant after the news had been released that he had suffered a serious head injury in a motorcycle accident.

The accident had left many scars. Both physical and mental. It was weird to be here at home now more people lived here, the kids on a prolonged stay with the grandparents while Henry and his wife recuperated from the shake-up his - their - life had had.

In the past days Henry had seen about every specialist and doctor in the book. He went from lengthy couch sessions with a psychologist - the story of the introduction of his kids having been received with mild horror - to the keeping of sleep and medication schedules with his doctor to make sure he got enough recovery and rest in between re-learning the basics of his new life.

The fact that a good many people surviving such head trauma would never be the same, troubled Henry greatly, and so whenever he was allowed to search the internet, which was sparingly, he scoured it like a starved man, the printer in the living room doing over-time to print all the articles and research he had found.

But, all that research would have to wait for the moment. First he’d have to get reacquainted with another part of his life: his wife. And even now as he heard her rummage around the master bedroom, he couldn’t help but feel his heart flutter with nerves.

What if she didn’t like the new Henry? What if he couldn’t fall in love with her. Or the sex would be awful, or..

NO! Stop those thoughts.

Looking back in the hallway mirror, he unbuttoned his blouse a little further, a little peek of chest hair popping out over the sleek white fabric.

‘Button up or down?’ Henry looked over at Kal, but the dog thought his human dad was being ridiculous, his body turning around to trod back to the kitchen to slobber up some water.

‘..Very well then.’

It was near surprising how easy dinner went by. Which of course, shouldn’t be too much of a surprise; Henry and Phoebe had several dinners at home before this one, though they never had been quite so romantic. Henry had turned the lights down low and lit some candles, the kitchen radio playing some soft jazzy music playing in the background.

With dinner over and the dirty plates returned to the dishwasher - the dance of moving around the kitchen together now quite well practised, they ended up on the couch, the both of them sipping on some tea, since it was strongly advised not to consume alcohol after Henry’s brain injury.

‘So...’ Henry finished the last sip of his tea and placed it on the side table next to his right elbow, his blue eyes searching for his wife’s slightly dazed expression - she did have a wine or two with his stew.

‘Hmm?’

‘Are you falling asleep on me, wife?’

‘Hahaha you wish.’

‘I do wish.’

‘Oh stop it!’ Her cheeks burned a bright pink, making Henry chuckle - at least he still got some of his charms.

‘I WAS actually wondering about what you mentioned earlier. When I asked you on this date..remember?’

‘Yea…’ She lifted her legs and crossed them, snuggling herself more comfortable in her nook on the couch, lips blowing over her slowly cooling tea.

‘What did you mean by “we never really dated”?’ Henry quoted the last words with his fingers.

‘Oh!’ She quickly looked away, her hands deciding it was best to put her tea away on the side table on her side of the couch. ‘Yea….’ She looked back at Henry. ‘That’s a funny story..’

‘Mmm?’

‘Okay, okay. So, I’m just curious. How do you think we met?’ Her eyebrows rose in expectation, her body fully turning towards him, legs still crossed before her chest. Henry also turned slightly, his arm stretching out over the back of the couch, his fingertips just about able to reach her knees.

‘Hmm. I’ve actually thought about that. Though of course I don’t know. But ehh..’ He squinted his eyes a little, as if playfully wanting to guess. ‘I think I met you on set.’

‘How’s that?’

‘I don’t know. Just a feeling.’

‘Well. It’s not. Try again.’

‘Okay..Ehm, then I totally met you at the grocery store and hit on you so hard that you thought I was some weird creep?’

She laughed. ‘That has happened. Not with you though.’

‘Shame.’

Phoebe laughed and shook her head. ‘Dork.’

‘OH! A comic book store?! A Comic Con? A..’

‘No, and.. no.’

‘Alright, I don’t know. Spill the beans, wife-dear.’

She shot him an exasperated look, before clicking her tongue. ‘We shagged at an after party.’

Henry’s face blanked. ‘I’m sorry, say that again: AT an after party?’

‘Yea..we definitely did it AT the after party.’

‘Was I drunk?’

Phoebe laughed. ‘Shit Henry. Of course we were. We both were. I wouldn’t for the life of me shag anyone on any party, but there we were, fumbling hands and tearing expensive dress shirts in a toilet stall.’

Henry’s eyes widened at her words.

‘Yea..classy, right? And you left me a little present too.’

‘We’re not talking about just a phone number here, huh?’

‘Nope. You knocked me up with our ray of sunshine, Sam. Funny thing was that I lost my phone that night, and with it your number. I then contacted your assistant, Aunt Lea, whom TOTALLY didn’t believe you’d do anything of the sort, so it took me a good three months to get in contact with you.’

‘Holy crap.’

Phoebe sighed deeply and turned away again, as if wishing to shut out Henry from her thoughts. ‘Yea, it’s been a wild ride.’

‘Wait.’ Henry pushed himself a little closer so he could brush a hand over her shoulder, his eyes searching the curve of her nose and the pull of her lips. ‘Do you regret it? It’s okay if you do. I mean, we’re all out, bums out - besides I can’t remember a thing of the things you just said.’

Phoebe shook her head. ‘No.’ She finally looked back up at Henry, her eyes a lot more warm and welcoming than he had expected. ‘I was already smitten with you before I rang this doorbell to give you the happy news you were about to become a dad...and I’d have kept sweetheart Sam either way the wind would have blown.’

‘Sam..Fixing his dad and all.’ Henry smiled.

‘Gods.’ Phoebe chuckled. ‘That was bad.’

‘Kinda. I’ll need some help with managing that rowdy bunch.’ Henry sighed, feeling Phoebe’s hand reaching out to brush through his curls again - he liked it.

‘I had a good night.’ She said.

Henry looked at her and instantly felt his heart flutter, his stomach dropping and palms going sweaty. It was quite obvious that IF he wanted to make a move, he’d have to do it now. And so, with perhaps a bit too awkward a hastiness, he scooted closer to Phoebe, his black burning eyes staring down into her expecting dark blues.

‘I liked it too. I like YOU..too.’ He breathed, making her eyes also grow darker by the second.

‘Good,’ She whispered, switching her focus between his left and right eye, noses slowly crawling closer to one another until their lips were but a breath away from touching.

‘Can I kiss y..-?’

His words lingered somewhere in between the crashing of their two bodies, Phoebe’s arms eagerly pulling him towards her, her lips savouring the taste of mint tea and musk on his tongue. And as eagerly as they started, so eagerly it to-tal-ly escalated. In moments Henry had flipped her flat onto the couch, his hands scorching the skin on her neck and chest, fingertips teasing and touching whatever piece of flesh her simple black dress revealed.

‘FUCK.’ She whined, turning her head to offer him more neck for him to bite down into.

Henry growled and lowered his hip, making her feel the eagerness he felt in the tightness of his dress pants, the fabric strained around his crotch.

‘Oh gods,’ Her breath hiccuped and were it not for Henry’s attentiveness, he wouldn’t have picked up on the tears that had started to spill from her eyes, his body immediately pushing back up before he wiped the stray hairs in her face away, worried eyes studying her trembling lips and blurry gaze.

‘I-I’m so sorry.’ She mumbled, turning her head into the couch pillow, wishing to hide from his penetrative gaze.

‘No, no. It’s okay. Sshhh.’ He sat up on his haunches and pulled her with ease onto his lap, his chin pressing down onto her head as she cried into the open V of his shirt, his chest hair wetting with her agony - yep he kept it buttoned down. ‘Sshhh.’ He hushed, pressing more and more kisses into her golden hair. ‘I’ve got you.’

‘I’ve missed you so much.’ She whimpered, and it was in that moment Henry hated himself for the way his erection twitched beneath the plush of her thighs, his mind having to focus on anything but her scent and warmth - and failed. Henry failed miserably, Bee’s head starting to shake “no” as she pushed herself off his lap.

‘Fwooo…’ She breathed, focusing on slowing her breath before she looked back at Henry with watery eyes, their bodies separated by the magic of opposing magnetic energy; if Henry tried to come closer, she leaned back and vice versa.

‘Maybe we should give THAT a little more time.’ She chuckled through her tears, the back of her hand wiping away the smudge of mascara that was running down her cheek.

‘I’m sorry about that.’ Henry muttered, feeling like he had failed completely, though thankfully Phoebe could only see the hilarity of it:

‘Guess nothing much has changed in that department.’ She sighed and turned her body back towards him. ‘Is it okay if we sleep apart for a little bit? Just to..-’

‘Calm down?’

‘Yea.’ Her lips curled in a smile.

‘I’m not really used to sleeping with women on the first date anyways.’

Phoebe laughed, poking him in the bicep. ‘OH PLEASE, don’t tell me I was the only one you ever..’

Henry laughed along and shrugged with boyish innocence: ‘Can’t remember, but from what I know, I ...never..’

‘Will you go on another date with me though?’

Henry let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He was pleased with her gentle plea, his hand catching hers to press a sweet and tender promise of a kiss onto the back of her hand. ‘Absolutely.’

That night Henry found himself bunking up with a bed full of stuffies, the bed of his 4-year old the only one he could somewhat fit into.

Turning towards the stuffies, he remembered the notes his wife had given him in the past days: Sam had a stuffy named Mr. Stinky, which he had left behind to watch over his other friends while he was away.

Henry studied the line up of rabbits, elephants, bears and foxes. Which one was Stinky anyways? His wife had said it in between a avalanche of other information, so Henry hadn’t quite managed to catch on like he so wished.

‘Oh..There’s a LOT to learn huh..Mr Stinky? Or ..were you Mr Stinky?’ He looked from stuffy to stuffy, the large beady eyes looking back at him in silence. With a slight smirk on his face Henry pushed his nose into their fluffy bellies, inhaling deeply to find out which one would be Mr. Stinky. But, apparently it was just a name; they all smelled fine.

Rolling onto his back, he switched off the Mario mushroom shaped night light, the ceiling above glowing up with a hundred small stars that had been put up to keep the nightmares at bay.

‘Woa..’ He breathed, feeling his heart flip at the idea that everything about this was real. He had kids. He had..a wife. A family life. And now all he needed to learn was how to fit into his new role. This new ..Henry. And, for the fuck of sakes: if he wasn’t going to jerk off soon, he’d jump his wife before the night was through. It was quite clear how they had never made it to a first date; she simply made his heart and loin ache in a way he had never quite felt before.

Sighing deeply he looked back at the dark row of judgmental beady eyes next to him. He chuckled.

‘Yea...let’s not do that here.’

Chap 5 >

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you-did-well-moon · 4 years

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Werewolf!Hongjoong meeting his mate

Type: werewolf au, all heart melting fluff

Pairing: Werewolf!Hongjoong x Human!Reader

Word count: 2,005

A/n: My first Ateez post, hello Atiny welcome to my blog!! This wasn’t a request I got here, but I got it from my friend and I’ve been wanting to write a werewolf au for some time now so yayy. You can all thank my lovely Luna for this, and excuse my horrible photoshopping skils. Don’t be afraid to talk to me and enjoy.

Song: Peter Pan - Exo

TW: None

Hongjoong sighed, his feet dragging along the concrete of the sidewalk as his tired form walked sluggishly through the small town. He was exhausted. Being the alpha of seven rowdy and slightly clumsy werewolves was no easy feat. They managed to get in a lot more trouble than the normal amount. Just last week he had to stop Mingi from walking straight into a werewolf hunter camp because Wooyoung bet him nachos he wouldn’t do it.

Hongjoon tiredly exhaled rubbing at his bleary eyes as he made his way to the music store across the street from the quaint little cafe called Light Illusion. After such a long time of coming to the store on a regular basis, the kind old man who owned the store greeted Hongjoong by name asking how he had been with a bright smile, the corners of his eyes wrinkling with laugh lines. Hongjoong responded with a polite smile and a slight bow of his head.

He fixed his hat already feeling some of the weight ease off of his chest as his eyes raked over the variety of CDs and albums lining the store aisles. Music was everything to him, his safe place.A comfort in a hectic and lamentable life. A source of happiness sprouting in the confines of his chest making him forget of the seedlings of suffering on the edges of his mind.

The owner came up to him with sparkling eyes, quivering hand offering him a CD. Hongjoong looked at it and furrowed his eyebrows, looking at the older man with questioning eyes.

“Classical?” He questioned, doubt evident in his tone. Sure, Hongjoong had listened to right about everything, but he never took himself as a classical kind of guy. He hesitated before taking the case and turning it this way and that, examining it with an uncertain kind of wonder. He was met with a knowing chuckle, “You never know kid, life can hit you in all kinds of unexpected ways. Give it a try, maybe it can end up becoming a nice memory.”

Hongjoong shook his head confused at the slight tilt of the shop owner’s lips before shrugging and digging in his pocket for money, but he was stopped by the old man’s waving of hands. “Don’t worry son, it’s on the house. You don’t look so good, maybe this will cheer you up. Hey, why don’t you treat yourself some? The cafe across the street has some pretty sick blueberry muffins.”

Hongjoong sincerely thanked the shop owner, putting the CD case into his pocket carefully making sure it wouldn’t fall out. He exited the shop being met with a fresh breeze, eyes falling on the cafe across the street feeling like it was suddenly easier to breathe. He truly thought he must be crazy as he looked both ways and started crossing the street, one destination in mind. He entered, the calm environment providing him with comfort in a place he has never been before.

The walls were made of murals, bookshelves covering the wall to the far right, and star-shaped lights hanging from the ceiling. Hongjoong studied the menu then made his way to the counter, softly stating his order and paying being told his order would be out shortly and to sit anywhere by an energetic cashier.

A table placed close to the bookshelves against a wall with a star dotted mural, surprisingly not feeling awkward or anxious in such a foreign place. There weren't many people, the few that were present busy typing away in their laptops or reading a book, caught up in both the struggles and luxuries of life.

Hongjoong was bought out of his stupor when the light sound of applause rang around the room. He abruptly sat up in his seat realizing the soft sound of a piano was not coming from the cafe speakers. The hunched figure sat on a piano bench, fingers flexing from the strain of playing for so long didn’t look up at the appreciative clapping, head bent as her hands traveled back to the keys. He felt his skin tingle and heat up as an intense and strange force began pulling him to you feeling as if time itself was slowing down.

You had to stop yourself from glancing around the room when you heard people clapping for you. You were too shy, afraid of messing up if you looked up from the keys. You had played the piano since you were a child, but you stopped when life became too busy for you to keep up with everything. College was expensive, and when the cafe a few blocks from your campus offered a job for a pianist, you took it.

Even after weeks playing in the same cafe,you were still too bashful to look at the faces of your audience. A stare was directed at you making a searing heat erupt in the back of your neck, and you tried distracting yourself by looking at the request sheet where people wrote down the songs they would like you to play. A gentle smile tugged at your lips when you saw the next song was a love song.

You cleared your throat taking a sip of water, and you brought your shaky hands back to the keys playing the starting notes. Your fingers pressed gently on the smooth expanse of the keys as you still did not lift your gaze, nervous of who was looking at you in such a focused manner to be able to send shivers down the length of your spine.

You felt the odd urge to look up, but you held firm keeping your eyes solely on the black and white keys of the piano.

A soft smile tugged at your lips at the sweet lyrics, and because you got distracted by the lovely words, you gave in to the temptation of looking up.

“The one person who made my heart pound. As soon as I felt you, my eyes shone”

A powerful and strong wave of shock coursed through you as you met a pair of wide warm eyes holding the same amount of surprise as you. Even when you made eye contact and his shone in a golden hue, you couldn’t look away while you continued singing the love song. You weren’t scared, if anything, you felt safe.

Hongjoong almost fell out of his chair when you looked up instantly meeting his eyes. He felt like the wind had gotten knocked out of him having to press his lips tightly together to stop the whine surging up his chest from spilling out his trembling lips.

His knuckles turned white from gripping the edge of the table having to control himself from standing up and plopping himself next to you on the small piano bench. He had always been a bit hesitant about mates. He was an alpha, and had so much to do on a daily basis.

But that all flew out the window when he saw you, your pretty lips quirked up in a small delicate smile that made his heart pound with words of adoration ringing around the small room as you didn’t look away. Your soft beautiful eyes captivating him in the most intoxicating manner. Hongjoong found himself not being able to focus on anything but you in the moment, and even if his duty as an alpha weighed down on him, he knew he would be okay if he had you by his side.

The last notes of the song broke you out of your trance, making you look down as your pinky bent down to pressing on the key with the last note traveling through the room. The customers momentarily breaking away from what they were doing to elapse into a soft round of applause that made your shoulders shrug up bashfully. Your eyes flickered to the clock realizing it was time for your break as you flexed your fingers licking your lower lip and scrunching your nose at the dry feeling. You were further assured of your break as Irene’s small hands placed a muffin with a coffee on the little table you had a foot away to the left of the piano. You smiled up at her thanking her, but she simply raised an eyebrow and winked at you, her eyes flickering behind you before she left with a snicker.

You were confused at her weirder than normal behavior only for your heart to lurch in your chest when you felt a presence behind you. Whirling around you were met with the boy you had made intense eye contact with while playing the last game, except there was no gold in the warm brown that colored his irises. Far away he had been beautiful, and up close he was just as breathtaking.

A kind face that ended in a sharp rounded chin with a cute rounded nose, and soft strands of silver hair peeking out from the beret adorning his head. The corners of his lips were slightly tilted up in a nervous smile, twitching as if wanting to break out in a bigger smile. His eyes an odd but endearing combination of authority and playfulness. Even being strangers, you felt an undeniable attraction towards him.

If you thought he was breathtaking, Hongjoong felt like he literally couldn’t breathe right now being this close to you. Even your chapped lips and tired eyes couldn’t do anything in his conclusion that you were absolutely gorgeous. He had never had to control himself to his extent, not when his pack endlessly got on his nerves, right now his hands were itching to reach out and feel you. His wolf racking up a storm making it all the more hard to control himself.

He laughed nervously, shaking his head. “May i sit here?”

You couldn’t help the smile that overtook your face at the high pitched but calming voice that was his. You don’t know what made you abandon your usual shy demeanor scooting over on the small bench to make space with him. “Go ahead, I don’t mind”.

Hongjoong shakily exhaled trying to calm the heat in his face at the sound of your voice, and the feeling of your thighs pressed together. Any worries that had been weighing down at him were forgotten at the comforting scent of your strawberry shampoo.

He turned towards you offering his hand in greeting, “I’m sorry for coming up to you so suddenly and not even introducing myself, I just had to tell you good you are with the piano. I’m Hongjoong '' You giggled quick to wave his worries away by taking his hand, his wolf practically howling in joy at the grin on your face in response to his well-deserved praise.

“It’s alright, but it’s really just a way of making money” You tried shaking off his compliment, and he was having none of it playfully scoffing. He gently bumped his shoulder against yours heart aching when he had to let go of your hand, so he didn’t make you uncomfortable.

“You have to be kidding, you’re a natural” You bumped his shoulder back eyes twinkling with mischievously, “You flatter me too much, I might actually just join the orchestra”

His chest filled with warmth at the playful banter between you, heart practically jumping up his throat when you gasped and took a hold of his arm. “Is that Piazzolla: Libertango by Alison Balsom?” His eyes flickered to the case in his pocket taking it out and showing it to you.

“You like it?” You looked at him, eyes crinkling with awe making his smile grow wider.

“Like it? I love it. You my good sir, have amazing taste” You excitedly bounced in your seat brightly smiling at him. Hongjoong tried shaking his head “I d-don't-” He cut himself off at the sight of your shining eyes and big grin making him swallow harshly at the effect you already had on him.

Maybe classical music wasn’t all that bad.

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jombocostello · 3 years

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Unrequited (One-Sided Okuyasu x Reader)

Anonymous asked: Hi do you think you can do a fic/scenario of Okuyasu suddenly realizing he has a little crush on Josuke’s s/o (the reader) who is also a part of the gang? And he’s kind of freaking out because that’s his bro’s girl! You can decide whether or not Josuke, his s/o, or both of them find out. If possible can it be fluff/comedy where the crush goes away after some weeks because I can’t handle hurting that sweet boy 🥺. But it’s totally up to you! I know I’d love it either way, you’re the best!

This is a fascinating request, thank you for sending it! I too love Okuyasu and I don’t want to make the poor dude sad, but sometimes it must be done unfortunately. Not too sad though! I hope you enjoy :)

It all started when you gave Okuyasu your favorite flower.

You had been standing outside the school building, waiting for your boyfriend Josuke to finish up his exam, when Okuyasu walked out of the doors wearing an utterly defeated expression. He didn't notice you at first, as he was staring sadly down at his shoes as he shuffled forward, so you called out to him. "Hey, Okuyasu!" you shouted, waving. He looked up at you and smiled, jogging over to your spot leaning against a tall tree.

"Hey, (Y/N)!" he said, waving back at you. "What're you up to - waiting for Josuke?"

"Yeah. Do you think he's almost done with the test?"

Okuyasu nodded. "Probably. I looked over at his paper while I was leaving and he seemed just about finished with the last page."

"Cool." You crossed your arms over your chest, sighing. "Was it hard? I heard from my friend that the practice exam was killer."

Okuyasu's expression fell again, and he nodded. "Yeah. I'm sure I failed it." He shrugged, forcing a smile back onto his face. "But I've never gotten good grades - no point in starting now!"

He laughed, but you could tell he was really bummed out about it. "Hey, it's alright to not get good grades. You know that, right?" He looked at you, eyebrows raised. "Seriously. Everybody has strong suits, and sometimes school just isn't one of them."

Okuyasu sighed, leaning his shoulder next to you against the tree. "I guess. I'm just not sure what any of my strong suits are, then." He cast his gaze downward.

"Are you kidding?" He glanced at you, eyes wide. "You're hilarious, dude! You always make me laugh, even when you're not trying to. You're the most effortlessly funny person I know."

His lips pulled up into a bashful little smile, and he looked away at the school doors. "I - I dunno about - "

"And you're always so positive! Whenever I'm in a bad mood you can always put a spin on whatever I'm upset about. I really admire that." You grinned, placing your hand on his arm. He looked down at your hand resting delicately on his forearm, and he instantly went bright red. "So those are some of your strengths. Remember that, okay?"

He forced himself to look back up at you, trying to pretend he wasn't completely flustered. "Y-yeah. I'll, uh... I will."

You smiled, relieved to hear that, and suddenly you pulled your hand away from Okuyasu and reached into your bag. "I almost forgot, I have something that I'd like you to have!" Okuyasu watched as you carefully pulled a large paper bag out of your schoolbag. It was a little wrinkled. "Just gimme a sec..." You slowly unfolded the bag and pulled out a small, vibrant yellow tulip. "Here!" You presented it to him with a beaming smile.

"Oh man, (Y/N)... I - wow," he managed to sputter out, taking way too long to grab the fragile flower from your hands. "Where'd you get this?"

"My friend's grandmother keeps a little garden in her backyard, and she knows yellow tulips are my favorite, so she grabbed some for me. I'm gonna go home and throw them in some water! They're really beautiful, huh?"

Okuyasu couldn't deny it: he was completely enamored. "Ah, yeah... They're really beautiful." You didn't seem to notice that he wasn't looking exclusively at the flower in his hands as he spoke. He blinked, realizing suddenly where he was and who exactly he was talking to, and he laughed loudly. "Yeah! This is sweet, (Y/N). I'll put it in a vase and put it in the kitchen! I bet my dad'll love it."

"Oh, yeah! I think he will!"

Okuyasu opened his mouth to thank you profusely again, but before he could, he heard a voice call your name from behind him. "(Y/N)!" Your eyes lit up the second you heard Josuke's voice, and you quickly excused yourself before jogging over to him and giving him a big hug.

"How was the test?" you asked him softly, leaning away and clasping his hand in yours.

"Fine, I guess. Last question threw me for a loop but I think I made out alright!" Josuke leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. When he looked up, he spotted Okuyasu, who was still standing frozen by the tree. "Yo, Okuyasu! What's up?"

Feeling suddenly and horribly awkward, Okuyasu slowly made his way over to you and Josuke. His already-weird walk felt even more unnatural than it usually did. "Uh, hey, Josuke!" Okuyasu said stiffly, waving his hand through the air. "So the test went alright?"

"Yeah, I think so. How about you?"

Okuyasu shrugged. "Oh, ya know." Josuke laughed a little, and Okuyasu forced himself to chuckle along with him. "But hey, I've gotta run home." Josuke blinked, looking confused. "I, uh... I'm gonna get a head start on my homework! Gotta make up for this shitty test, right?" he explained hastily, trying not to sound too weird.

"Totally. I'll see you around!" Josuke waved quickly at him and turned the other way, probably to head over to the cafe.

Okuyasu started to turn around as well to make his way home, but a hand on his shoulder stopped him. "Hey, Okuyasu."

He had never felt more nervous in his life. He slowly turned around to face you, sucking in a deep breath as he did. You pulled your hand back and tucked it in your pocket. "I was just thinking - if you want, we could study together. We're in different classes but we pretty much learn the same stuff. I think it would be really fun!"

Okuyasu had never blushed this much in his life, he was sure of it. "Ah... Sure! Sounds cool!"

"Great!" You really looked like an angel when you smiled at him. "I'll let you know tomorrow what times are good. I'll see you then!" You turned on your heel and started to run after Josuke, who had made it quite far with his long strides, but after a second you stopped and glanced back. "And don't forget to put the flower in water!" you shouted over your shoulder.

And just like that - you were gone. It was as if you had descended from the heavens to bless Okuyasu with your kindness and beauty. How had he never seen how lovely you were before? He felt like a buffoon, on two counts - that he hadn't realized how incredible you were until now, and that he was completely head over heels for his best friend's girlfriend. He had absolutely no clue what to do.

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That had been one week ago, and Okuyasu's still struggling with his monumental crush on you. For the past week, he's suffered immensely every time he's seen you; he seems to be unable to act like anything but an utter fool in your presence. Unluckily for him, today's the day of your little study meetup.

The tulip sits on his kitchen table as he slides his shoes on and heads outside, clutching his school bag. Before he's going to your place, he'll be meeting Koichi and Yukako for a quick drink at the cafe down the street.

He slides out the front door, peering nervously across the street at Josuke's house. He doesn't know how to tell his good friend that he's going on a study date - not a date, dumbass - with his girlfriend. Thankfully, though, it seems that Josuke isn't home. Okuyasu heaves a sigh and walks down the sidewalk with his dignity intact.

It doesn't take long to get to the cafe, and he finds Koichi and Yukako pretty quickly. "Hey, Okuyasu!" Koichi calls, waving him over. "We got you an iced tea," he says as Okuyasu sits down between the two of them at the circular table.

"How's it going?" Yukako asks as she sips a small cup of coffee. "You look stressed."

He does? Okuyasu self-consciously checks his reflection in his glass and frowns. "I'm not surprised." Suddenly, he reaches over and grabs Koichi's hands. "Koichi, dude," he says, looking horribly scared, "I'm in deep shit right now."

"What?" Koichi almost laughs out of sheer confusion, but mostly he just looks unnerved. "What are you talking about? I don't think I've ever seen you this upset."

"It's (Y/N)." Instantly, both Koichi and Yukako's eyes light up with recognition.

"Oh," Yukako says knowingly. "Yeah, we were wondering when you were gonna bring this up."

"What - wondering when?! What the hell do you mean?" Okuyasu's a little horrified by this news, but after a moment he resigns and dips his head. "...It's that obvious, huh?"

"Yeah." Koichi gently places his hand on Okuyasu's shoulder. "I think everyone we know can tell except for Josuke and (Y/N) herself."

"Are you serious?" Okuyasu groans, letting his face drop onto the table. "I just don't know what to do. I think I..." He mumbles this next part. "I think I love her."

"Hm?" Yukako asks, and Okuyasu pitifully lifts his head.

"I think I'm in love with her."

"Oh man." Yukako sighs and turns away. "I get that those are your feelings and you can't really stop them, but Josuke would be so upset to know that."

"Oh, that's rich coming from you!" Okuyasu jabs back, suddenly defensive. "What would you have done if Koichi had been dating a lovely young lady when you fell in love with him?"

Yukako falls silent, and she glances desperately to Koichi. After a brief standoff between the three of them, Koichi finally clears his throat. "You don't have to answer that," he mutters to his girlfriend, then he turns to Okuyasu. "Alright," he says, "point taken. You can't do anything about it. So you want advice, then?"

"Yes. Please." Okuyasu crosses his arms over his chest and sighs. "I've been totally agonizing over this all week."

"Well alright, I'll try." Koichi frowns and clasps his hands together. "Uh... There's really no good way to say this, but I think you're just gonna have to silently suffer."

"Come on, man." Okuyasu grimaces. "I think I know that."

"Okay! Sorry." Koichi thinks again. "Well... Just think about it like this. She's been your friend for a long time, right?" Okuyasu nods hesitantly. "Yeah! So just try to act like you always used to around her. It's not like she's changed at all - it's just your perception. So just remember that she's not trying to fluster you by being so sweet, because she just is sweet, and don't sweat it!" He finishes his little motivational speech with a winning smile.

"Uh..." Okuyasu really isn't sure how much that helped, but still he forces a smile. "Thanks, Koichi. You guys have really helped with my nerves." He reaches out and checks his watch; he's got ten minutes to get to your house. "Well, I should go!" He stands up and takes a deep breath. "I'll see you around!" He waves goodbye to Koichi and Yukako, the wonderful, wisdom-filled couple, and he's off.

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When he gets to your house, he's honestly too scared to ring the doorbell, so he just knocks on the door a couple times. For all of Koichi's great qualities, he's really not the best at quelling fears, so his lackluster speech hadn't really helped much. The walk over to your place had been nothing short of agony, and Okuyasu's honestly just looking forward to getting this over with.

Suddenly, the door swings open. "Okuyasu! I'm so glad you could make it."

The second he sees your face, he takes back everything he'd just thought. He feels so, so lucky just to be able to see you, and he'd hang out with you forever despite all his nerves if it meant being the recipient of that beautiful smile. "Ah - hey! Yeah, thanks for having me over."

"Come in! There's a table in the living room, I've got my school stuff in there." Okuyasu awkwardly shuffles into the doorway, kicking off his shoes and walking slowly down the hall to the living room. It's a quaint house, and it matches perfectly with your sunny attitude. "Do you want any tea?" you call from the kitchen. "I've already got hot water going."

"Sure!" he replies, entering the living room and sitting down with his school stuff at the table. He sits by himself and nervously fidgets with his sleeves; his anxiety is coming back with a vengeance. He really isn't sure how he's gonna get through this little study session.

After a minute, you arrive with two mugs of tea. "Here you go! It's just green tea, let me know if you want any honey." You set the mug down delicately in front of him, and the whole scene is so wonderfully domestic that it almost moves him to tears. He forces himself to get it together and quickly thanks you.

You sit down next to him and pull out your math papers, and Okuyasu quickly follows suit. "So is there anything in particular that you've been having trouble with?"

"Uh..." He wracks his brain, but his sheer proximity to you is making it a little difficult to think straight. "Well - everything." He goes for the copout, not really caring that it makes him sound like an idiot.

"Then we can just do last week's stuff." You take out a pencil and get last week's notes ready. "So do you like your teacher? Mine's actually really nice!"

He glances over at you, raising his eyebrows. "Uh - yeah. My teacher's fine." You look like a pure ray of sunshine - how can one girl be so perfect? Josuke is unbelievably lucky.

The two of you run through a couple math problems while sipping tea and occasionally chatting about school life. It seems that Okuyasu's moved past his nerves and is now just feeling horribly sad that he can't profess his love to you right now. He can't believe that fate could be so cruel to have the love of his life date his closest bro. It really is a travesty in his eyes.

" - Okuyasu? Hey, you there?" He blinks, shaking his head a bit when you say his name. You giggle at the zoned-out look on his face. "There you are. I was just going over how to..." He zones out once again, this time thinking about how adorable your laugh is.

He isn't really listening to the technical math jargon you've been reciting, but he's certainly been paying attention. He watches the way you furrow your brow when you get to a tough problem, and the way your lips turn up at the corners when Okuyasu asks an obvious question. You really are perfect, he realizes as he studies you, and he doesn't think he'll ever be able to not love you -

"Oh, shit!"

Okuyasu jumps when your hand knocks into his mug, and it tips over and spills tea all over his math homework. "Shit, shit, shit..." You hop up and grab some towels before Okuyasu has even realized what happened. "I'm really sorry about that, dude. I can make copies of my notes at school tomorrow and give them to you!" Rather aggressively, you wipe up the tea and crumple up all of Okuyasu's papers to throw them out.

"It's - it's no problem." You had startled him out of his trance with your sudden accident, and he's in a weird headspace. He's honestly a little pissed off at you for ruining his notes. Obviously he doesn't voice that feeling, so he just watches you clean up the tea.

"It didn't get on you, did it?" you ask, looking over at him. He checks his t-shirt and shakes his head 'no.' "Okay, cool." You toss out the last dirty paper towel and sit down next to him. "If I can be candid for a moment... I was getting kinda bored of the math anyways." You laugh, and Okuyasu laughs a little too, mostly out of shock - you seem like a different person all of a sudden. "Do you just wanna play a video game or something?"

That's more up his alley. "Yeah, sure." You put your clean papers away and quickly set up the television. Okuyasu heads into the television room, and he notes that there's one nice, plush armchair and one folding chair set up in front of the TV.

"Do you want the nice chair?" you ask Okuyasu as you hand him the controller.

"Yeah, thanks!" He goes to sit down, but before he can you shove him out of the way and hop in the chair yourself. Shocked, he stumbles for a moment before righting yourself.

"Sike!" you shout, laughing loudly. "Got you!" Okuyasu laughs along with you as you start up the game.

It's a racing game, and almost instantly it gets intense. You clearly have a need to win, and so does Okuyasu. For a moment he considers letting you win, but that thought is dashed when you full-force punch his arm to keep him from taking the lead in one race. After a bout of incredulous laughter at that move, Okuyasu vows to do his best to decimate in this competition.

You both play the game for a couple hours, completely losing track of time and instead focusing on sweet, sweet victory. In the end, you and Okuyasu tie it up pretty evenly, and neither of you are too upset. "Nice work, dude," you say with a grin as you turn the TV off. "You've got skill."

"So do you, I guess," Okuyasu replies as he rolls his eyes. "Well, that was - " He catches a glance out the window and is shocked to find that the sun is setting. "When the hell did it get so dark out?" he mutters, grabbing his now-empty bag. "I gotta make dinner," he tells you as he slides his shoes on. "Thanks for having me over, (Y/N)!"

"Of course! I had a lot of fun. And sorry again about your papers, but a shiny new copy awaits you tomorrow." You pat him on the shoulder as he walks out the door, and just like that, the outing is over.

As Okuyasu makes his way home, he reflects on whatever the hell happened to him back there. When you had spilled his drink, it was as if something clicked - he still isn't quite sure what. All he knows is that is managed to snap him out of his trancelike state, and he ended up having a really great time.

It had been weird hearing you swear, too. You really don't seem like the kind of person who would - well, you do, actually. You are the person who had socked him in the arm to win a video game, after all. It feels to him like he'd been seeing you as some sort of goddess to be revered in the past week, when in actuality, you're just a close buddy and you deserve to be treated as such. It's a weird realization, but Okuyasu's glad he's reached it, for his sake and for yours. You're still beautiful, of course, but you're not the idealized girl he'd made up in his mind over the past seven days.

Josuke and you seem like a really great fit, now that Okuyasu thinks about it. You're both a little brash, but also extremely kind and caring. The two of you are a lovely match, and Okuyasu's really grateful that he gets to know both of you. He's also really, really grateful that this whole unrequited love dilemma is resolved.

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The next day, Okuyasu gets the copies from you first thing in the morning. After that, he heads to his class, where he meets up with Josuke at their desks in the back of the room. This is the first time in a week that he hasn't been scared shitless to talk to him.

"Hey, Okuyasu!" Josuke calls, and Okuyasu quickly takes his seat. "What's that?" he asks, gesturing to the notes.

"Oh, (Y/N) and I tried to do some studying yesterday but she ended up spilling tea all over my notes. So she made copies of hers this morning!" Okuyasu laughs a little, because it honestly had been funny when it happened, but Josuke's expression grows solemn. Okuyasu notices this a second later, and suddenly he's overtaken by dread. "Uh... Josuke, you alright?" he asks anxiously.

Josuke sighs and leans back, looking out the window. "I know you have a thing for (Y/N), you don't have to hide it."

"Woah!" Okuyasu feels himself laugh nervously, shaking his head. "No, no, I don't anymore. I swear, Josuke."

Josuke turns to him, eyebrows raised, and he shrugs. "It's fine. I'm not upset at you or anything, dude. I only would be if you acted on it - that would be really messed up."

"Oh, definitely!" Okuyasu nods vigorously in agreement. "I'd never do that." They both fall silent for a minute until Okuyasu finds the right words. "She's really something. You guys are a good pair."

"Haha, yeah." Josuke cracks a wide smile. "I really love her." He starts getting his school books out of his bag. "Somehow she was totally oblivious to how weird you were acting this week, so you're spared from that awkward conversation."

Okuyasu lets out a huge sigh. "Thank God." He gets the rest of his stuff out as well, and as the rest of the students start to trickle in, Okuyasu turns to Josuke with a relieved smile. "Thanks for being so understanding. I'm sorry for this week."

"You're my best friend! Something like this could never change that." Josuke reaches out and pats Okuyasu on the back. "For real though - we've gotta find you a girlfriend." Okuyasu snorts, and Josuke starts laughing with him. "Koichi, (Y/N), and I were gonna go to the school play this Friday if you wanna come with us. The girl playing the lead is a year above us and totally your type."

Okuyasu laughs loudly, garnering a couple looks from his classmates. "Yeah! Sounds good, I'll be there." And before Josuke can reply, the teacher starts taking attendance at the front of the room.

It's been a weird week for Okuyasu. He has a tendency to fall for girls pretty quickly - Josuke still won't let him live down that comment he'd made about Ms. Higashikata - so he's not really surprised that he'd fallen head over heels for you in the span of ten minutes. He's just glad that it's passed, and that's he's gotten two of his closest friends back.

#my writing #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo x reader #jjba x reader #okuyasu x reader #okuyasu nijimura #okuyasu imagine #jjba imagine #diamond is unbreakable #nijimura okuyasu #thanks for reading!#its a bit of a josuke x reader too but this is truly okuyasus tale

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kimnjss · 4 years

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grand gesture | ksj

⤑ series: sugar free

⤑ genre: angst, rich!jin x artist!reader, college au.

⤑ rating: PG13

⤑ word count: 1.5K

⤑ warnings: there aren’t any, lmao.

⤑ A/N: this is a bit short, but it’s straight to the point and meant to be that way!! just felt like this part worked better written then told through text, so yeah you’ll see what i mean! let me know what you think x

A full week passed. A full week of ignored gifts being dumped on your front porch. You were seriously considering selling them, no desire to collect his half ass-ed apology. This was the exact reason why you were hesitant to get involved with him in the first place. He was exactly like how you thought he'd be.

Of course, he'd approach you on a bet. Of course, this would all be about money. It was all that kid cared about. The way he was flaunting it, trying to buy your forgiveness was proof enough. Did he not get it? Was he that dim?

The only thing that bothered you about this whole situation was the time you wasted hanging around him. All that time you could've used working on projects or perfecting your craft... spent and wasted with the hope of trying to get to know the guy. What a waste.

Despite the constant interruption of a knock at your front door, you had decided that you were going to use all this new free time to concentrate on your art. Summoning all the inspiration you could to create... something. It actually was harder than you thought, feeling unbelievably uninspired and a little bit sad.

From your friends, you had requested they didn't pop in whenever they wanted. Felt like you'd work better if you had a chance to be alone. What you didn't realize was that with all this alone time you really had a chance to evaluate your feelings... what you had been suppressing since that night out with Jin.

It had been obvious to the people around you, but you refused to listen. It was hard to ignore now. You were a bit sad, to be honest. It had been a while since you were able to let go and actually enjoy being around someone... romantically, and you hadn't expected it at first but you really were starting to like him.

Things were comfortable around him, he was funny in a nice way, cared a lot about keeping things light, and actually listened when you ranted about whatever was bugging you at the time. It had only been a few weeks spent with him, two dates in that time but you really enjoyed yourself.

A little bummed that it had to end this way. Couldn't help but wonder if you had overreacted, if you should have listened when he tried to text you about it. Stopped being so stubborn and forgave him like everyone had said that you should. Maybe then you wouldn't be this miserable, suffering from this horrible artist's block, you didn't even know if you were holding your paintbrush correctly.

The welcomed knock on your door had you standing a little too quickly, ready to ditch this blank canvas and see whatever had been sent your way. Nothing came in yesterday and you had assumed he got the hint... hoped he hadn't.

There's an arch in your brow at the lack of delivery man at your front door. With confusion written in your features, you're putting the front door open; eyes landing on a sad-looking Seokjin. He's dressed casually, opposite of the expensive tops and form-fitting jeans he usually put on. Pair of joggers and a plain t-shirt. The change was nice, made him look younger.

He shifted on his feet, hands behind his back eyes trained on his sneakers. You had to fight the smile that pushed it's way onto your lips, happy to see him standing in front of you – but quickly reminding yourself why he had to show up like this in the first place. Main priority was to be strong in this situation, figure out what he was doing here and deal with it. Not swoon and go all heart-eyed just because he showed up.

He should've shown up before all of this.

“What are you doing here? No ridiculously expensive coat to add to the donation pile?” Jin shifts at the sound of your voice, lifting his head to look up at you. He looks sad that you can't help but wonder if you're being a bit mean to him.

Although, him betting on your sex life was pretty mean in itself, right? Getting you to like him just to turn around and make you apart of some sick joke, that's mean.

“N-no, no gifts... they weren't working anyway,” He sighs, arm reaching up to rub at the back of his neck in the awkward way you notice he was always doing. Couldn't believe you had started to find the action cute.

“Yeah, sucks. You can't buy someone's forgiveness,” There's bite in your tone but he doesn't flinch, just looks down nodding his head. “Yeah, I deserve that. I shouldn't have treated this like some business transaction. I hurt you... I should've manned up and came to you.”

You're reading to rip into him again until his words are registering in your mind. Did he come here to... apologize? Eyes blinking as you stare at him, Jin takes your silence as a sign he should continue.

“Yn, I'm sorry. I hate that I fucked with you like that and even more that you're upset. I know you won't forgive me, I'm not expecting you to... I just figured I should at least say it, like for real, you know? We were having a good time together and I really like you, so I owe you at least a proper apology.”

There's a warmth that spreads throughout your body at hearing his words. Not sure if it was from the apology or the fact that he had just told you... to your face, that he liked you. What you had been wanting to hear this entire week was an explanation from him, not through text and not in the form of some designer shoes... like a real explanation. Could see yourself forgiving him if he gave you that.

“Why'd you do it?” Your voice is quieter than you remember as if you're afraid of the reason. Either way, you don't back down. Staring straight at him as if you're strong, waiting to hear what he has to say. “Because I liked you. And I know how stupid that sounds, but I was too chicken shit to do something about it... so I just used the bet as an excuse,”

Jin had said that you didn't have to forgive him, but that didn't stop the hopeful look in his eyes. Watching as you tossed his words around in your head, waiting for that smile of yours to appear as you told him that it was all okay. That you forgave him and if he promised he never did something stupid like this again, you two could go back to falling for each other as you had been before.

It didn't come. Instead, you were just nodding, taking a step back into your house. “Alright, well... thanks for coming here and apologizing.”

“So that's it?” The words are falling from his lips before he has a chance to stop them. Not realizing how expectant they sound, how he had promised himself he wouldn't act that way at this moment because he knew you hated it. “I mean... were you thinking we could, maybe, try again?” You can hear the hope in his voice and you don't miss it.

Did you want to try again? Let him in all over again as he attempted to break down your walls, he had done a pretty good job at it before. Were you ready for all that? All that came with being with him... like actually being with him. Before it had been different, you weren't sure of your feelings then, but now, you knew that you'd want more from him. An actual relationship. Would he even be able to do that?

“Was that what you were hoping for? Why you came by to apologize?” He's shaking his head before the words can fully leave your mouth.

“No, I came here because you deserved a proper apology because I was sick of being a coward about all of this. I want to be with you because... well because you're amazing and I don't want to miss out on that,” He's offering a small smile up to you, one you're returning almost instantly.

Still, there's something holding you back, but you're unable to place it. Needed to figure out what it was before you were leaping into a relationship with the guy. “Could I...? Could I think about it?”

“Yes, yeah!” The smile on his lips grows as he steps off of your porch, mission accomplished. “Take all the time you need to think about it... you can call me when you decide? My numbers the same!” You can't help but laugh at his quick shift of demeanor, the way he basically runs down your driveway before you can change your mind.

You stand and watch the entire time he jogs down the street until he's ducking into his car, and speeding off with a wave out the window. A hand lifts to wave back, heart thudding in your chest as you stepped back into your house. About to give this situation some serious thought... were you really going to be able to handle being with Kim Seokjin?

– rich, spoiled and a bit of a womanizer. but underneath all of that, there’s a heart of gold. and no matter how determined she is to reject him, he won’t stop trying until she sees he’s kinda sweet.

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your-daily-biaswrecking · 3 years

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Serva me, Servabo te

save me and I will save you

pairing: photographer!Taehyung x f.reader

genre: angst, some fluff, slight enemies to lovers

word count: 9.1k | reading time: 55 min

chapter summary: you leave the Manor after all and have to suffer the consequences (of being away from Taehyung)

warnings: bitch [affectionate], this is just an emotional rollercoaster and that is all

A/N: Title from the song Truth is by Sabrina Claudio. Also, this is the last proper chapter of this story. An epilogue is all there is left. Thank you for reading this far:)

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Chapter 8: Truth is I'm dishonest

It was only the second time it happened, yet it felt so natural -to be pressed up against his body, to feel his hot breath fan the back of your neck, his arms wrapped securely around your torso- that you feared you had already become accustomed to waking up next to Taehyung. As if it was something that you’ve been doing for years, or perhaps something you’ve been missing out for just as much. In a state between sleep and wakefulness, you nuzzled closer to him, your dreams and reality merging since they both were starring this man, anyway. You took in his scent and the warmth of his company, willing to stay drowsing just a little longer. Because if you had to open your eyes, you would have to face more than you were ready for. But just the act of trying not to wake up is bound to wake you up faster.

“Ames?” you heard the whisper behind your ear, the man that had obviously woken up long ago and had stayed still and silent just to enjoy you in his embrace for as long as he could, had noticed you move, or even your breathing change.

Your eyes shut tighter as if something like that would get you back where you wanted to be. But there was no point; you exhaled through your nose and turned around to bury your face in the photographer’s neck. Your eyes still closed but the privilege of sleep clearly gone.

A hand started rubbing your back, warming you up and you were certain you would be purring like a kitten if you could. “Did you sleep alright?” he asked you, still whispering, even though he had determined you were awake. You could hear the smile in his voice.

You nodded slightly, your nose rubbing against his skin. Your hand traveled around the back of his head and dipped in his hair, feeling like that meant he was even closer to you than before. He took it as a sign to snuggle into you as well, lowering his head in a similar way as your own. You could hear the deep breath he took as to drink you in. You didn’t want to pull away. What if you pulled away, and then you had to leave like you had said last night you would? What if you left and never got a chance to hold him like this again?

Maybe Taehyung could read your mind, or it just so happened that he was thinking of the same thing, because he didn’t move back; not for long. And you said nothing. What could you ever say? The only thing the two of you seemed to be speaking, in any case, was arguments, mockery, or small talk. None fit the moment. Right now you would need something a lot more substantial, something with an expression of true emotion or such. But you’ve both been hiding those well since the beginning, you wouldn’t cave now.

“The housekeepers must be here,” Taehyung told you after he decided he had to be the first to acknowledge the fact that you would eventually need to get out of that bed.

“Right,” you finally spoked your first words for the day, keeping your face yet unseen. “If there are any.”

The boy chuckled before he gently pulled you away to be able to look at you properly. You were taken a little aback by his image; it wasn’t the regular, bright expression, whether that was a teasing or a serious one. Taehyung had just woken up and yet looked somewhat tired; somewhat pale. His small smile on his lips, for sure, but it didn’t reach his eyes exactly. It made you instinctively want to kiss him in an attempt to fix him, which in return scared you into not doing it. Any time you felt the impulse to be loving to him, it scared you, since it was the opposite of your usual compulsions.

His eyes raked all over your person, expression getting even more bittersweet. “I’m sure there are. We can go see for ourselves.”

There it was: the suggestion you were avoiding. Did you really need to uncover the true state of this Manor? Was it more important than staying in this bed with him just some more, even if it was a matter of the supernatural or not? Almost like the answer was no, you buried your face back into his chest. His arms instantly tightening around you, as if to let you know he supported you in your choice. And you would have remained in that position till the end of time if it weren’t for that knocking on the door.

You both jumped. Looking towards the exit was only your second thought- the first being to look at him. But he was already staring at the door wide-eyed.

“You heard that, right?” you whispered.

He nodded, never taking his eyes off the door. Then he moved, releasing you in order to get up, and you almost reached for him, to pull him back.

“Hello?” he asked in a cold voice as he started throwing on whatever clothes were close-by and walking closer to the entrance.

“Uh- hello. Good morning, sir.” It was a woman’s voice that came muffled through the door. A melodic voice, probably belonging to someone young and even pretty. “I’m the housekeeper. Mrs. Kim told me you wanted to talk to me?”

Taehyung looked over his shoulder to meet your eyes, and you both kind of shrugged. Then he pushed the dresser out of the way and unlocked the door, because perhaps he wasn’t sure what would happen, but there was only one way to find out. And what you found was a tall, slim woman in her thirties, wearing a black and white uniform that resembled that of a french maid’s but was clearly different. With her hands fidgeting in front of her hips, she looked at the man in front of her and only glanced at you, not wanting her eyes to invade the private space of the room.

“I apologize if I woke you up, I thought I heard you talk,” she mumbled, lowering her head.

Taehyung quickly shook his head, stretching a hand out for added effect, too. “No, not at all.” He gave you another glance with his lips pressed together before turning back to her. “Do you work here?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Right…” It was clear that all Taehyung wanted to do was look at the woman with his own eyes, just to make sure there were no doubts of her existence, and now he didn’t know what else to do. His eyes running to the side, chacing you like they needed your help. “Well, we just-” he stuttered, rubbing the back of his neck, “-I guess we just wanted to meet you. Since we hadn’t seen you all this time at all.”

The woman’s eyes widened just a tiny bit. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize. I should have properly introduced myself.”

That was nice and all, but there was still one question left to be answered. “Yesterday-” you spoke, very lowly, voice almost unable to reach the pair by the doorway. But Taehyung heard you loud and clear, all of his attention and senses already attached to you.

“Oh, that’s right!” he called out. “We wanted to ask you about yesterday. Someone was at the bathroom in the west wing while my friend here was taking a shower. Was that you?”

The girl turned her eyes to the side as she thought about the previous day’s events. “I think so,” she finally said. “I’m sorry, I try not to enter rooms you are already occupying but sometimes I misjudge the situation. I think I only realized someone was taking a shower a little too late.”

Having heard what you wanted to, you lied further down the mattress, trying to keep out of sight under the covers. Because now that the case had been solved, it seemed all that more ridiculous and embarrassing. You felt the need to hide. Even though Taehyung never gave you any reason to feel that way. He just smiled at the housekeeper, thanking her, giving her a joke as an excuse for the awkward conversation, and then let her leave. He chewed his lip when he turned back to you. His mind was troubled, perhaps more than before. Should he get back in that bed with you, or was this your cue to leave? You had already expressed your wish to get out of that house. Could he ask you to stay one more night, or would that give away more than he wanted to show?

There was only one thing he could offer at that moment, that you couldn’t refuse. “Breakfast?”

Even though it had been undeniably established that there were more people there, you still were unable to see any of them as you walked down the corridor to reach your room. The touch of another human was obvious, however, in the little things all over the place: the clothes put away nicely, the made covers of the bed, the smell of cleanness in the air. You changed and moved downstairs to find the photographer making the promised meal. A simple plate of bread and toppings to spread over it with a mug of coffee.

You weren’t in the mood for food but munched on a slice of bread silently as you contemplated your next words, or actions. And Taehyung stayed silent as well, not because there wasn’t anything to speak of, but probably because he was curious to see you try and do that first. And he watched you as you ate, as you kept looking around the kitchen to avoid his eyes, as if that meant you could avoid him.

“So…” you sighed eventually. You had to, eventually, say something, right? You looked at him and thought about how you couldn’t read his expression; eyebrows frown like he was mad, eyes wide like he was begging of something, a smirk on his lips like he was indifferent to anything you had to say. You sighed again. “I guess the Manor isn’t haunted then?”

He chuckled. “I guess not.”

“I mean… you never know.”

“Right, no. We’ll probably never know the truth of what actually happens here.”

He quickly raised an eyebrow before he looked down to take a sip from his coffee. His words felt like they weren’t actually referring to anything abnormal that had occurred. Then again, everything that had happened, and especially between the two of you, was abnormal. So, so abnormal… Perhaps it was you and your relationship who made this vacation metaphysical.

“And what happens here…”

“Stays here,” he finished your sentence. “I remember. Don’t worry.”

This conversation felt so much like a goodbye, and you hadn’t even made up your mind on what to do yet. Maybe Taehyung already knew; maybe he knew you better than yourself. You had told him you would leave first thing in the morning, and even though the housekeeper had shown up, it was in no way assurance for you to stay another night. Would it even be worth it? Who could predict what kind of chaos would ensue and if you would end up scared and wired one more time, just so that you can spend one more day with the photographer you were supposed to hate?

“The sky has cleared up,” he mumbled, looking out the window when you had stayed too long in silence.

You followed his gaze as if it was your first time noticing that the rain had stopped- and perhaps it was. “That’s nice.”

One might think this was an awkward type of small talk, when in reality it was a sad disguise of what was really being said: it was now safe to leave this place. There were now no more excuses to keep you there. If you wanted to stay, you would have to admit it first. You would have to admit that this man was the only reason you wouldn’t leave. Basically, saying you will stay after all was just as bad as saying you had feelings for the man.

And now, you couldn’t do that, could you?

“When are we supposed to check out?” you asked him, even though you knew the answer to that. Perhaps you hoped he would answer something more, perhaps what you were doing was giving him a chance to ask you to stay.

“Tomorrow morning,” he mumbled. His fingertips running along the mouth of his mug. “You can leave whenever you want to, though.”

Great, he did the exact opposite of asking you to stay; he basically told you to leave. No… you knew that’s not what he actually meant. He wanted you to stay, you could feel that he did in a hard-to-explain way. But he would never say that out loud. And how could he expect you to do that when he couldn’t either?

“I…” you murmured. It was hard to decide what the rest of that sentence would be, but now that you had started it, you had to finish it. You had to hurry up and make up your mind, even when your mind was a mess. “I…” I’ll stay, just say it. How much will he really judge you for it? “I will…” stay one more day, it’s not too scandalous. He watched you with a blank face, a face that seemed uninterested when in reality he was burning up inside just as much as you were. And he licked his lips, ready to speak for you. Ready to say what he was really thinking about this.

“I will leave in an hour.” The words surprised you when they reached your ears, as if they hadn’t just left your own mouth. And if Taehyung was surprised too, he hid it well. Simply took in a deep breath and looked away, nodding sharply.

“Very well…” he whispered, his voice almost breaking from how low it was, before clearing his throat.

The way he dismissed you so quickly, got up and left the kitchen, let you know you had made the right choice. Why stay there one more night just for him? Hadn’t you both specified how you felt about each other? How this was nothing but a means to survive this week, and it would be over the moment you stepped through that front door? You would go back to being enemies- or even worse, strangers. And it was what you wanted, wasn’t it? What you truly wanted was to never see him again, not spend a few more hours in his arms. Right?

The fire was out. When you walked into the sitting room to check if you had any books forgotten in there, it was cold and empty. The fireplace was for the first time unlit. So, that wasn’t a magic fireplace. Or if it was, if that fire was really the heart of this living house that had to keep burning in order to stay alive, it had been left to die out. You weren’t sure what that meant, but you did notice the way the hair on your skin stood and the way you immediately left the room as if by instinct.

You didn’t see Taehyung as you got back to your room to start packing up. The longer you didn’t see him, the more certain you were of your choice. You were only confused and acting weird when he was around, to stare at you and put you on the spot, unable to think straight. When he was gone, you could think clearly; and you knew that staying one more night in this Manor for a man you should have nothing to do with wasn’t worth it. Not when he didn't even have to balls to ask you to.

But still, you dragged everything out. You packed your clothes at the slowest pace you could muster. You paused all the time just to stare at the door. You stalled even your breathing as you stalled everything else you could think of. But no Taehyung appeared to stop you. And in the end, you had to drag your suitcase down the stairs and toward the front door. The action alone made your heart race and you weren’t sure if it was excitement for finally leaving the haunted place, nervousness of your last chance to change your mind, or pain of parting from something you had kind of liked. You opened the door and stilled there, looking over your shoulder around the hall, thinking about whether you were forgetting anything.

Kiss him.

The little voice inside your head took you off guard. You were forgetting to kiss him one last time, while you were still in that house where the rules would allow it.

You shook your head. Ridiculous. You did not need to kiss Kim Taehyung goodbye! He isn’t your boyfriend, Amy, get that through your thick skull already. Do you think people kiss their hook-ups before kicking them out of the house? Do you think he is interested in, I don’t know, giving you a big hug and telling you to drive safe? Pulling you back in to beg you not to go? He wasn’t even around. Lost in one of the many rooms of the Manor and avoiding your presence, just like it had all started.

This place had infected you with a disease called Kim Taehyung and you had to get out of there as quickly as possible to get better. You closed the door and didn’t even look back.

But even as you were in your car, on your way far from there, your mind was still tainted. Scenes of the boy and you constantly repeating in front of your eyes, almost making it impossible to pay attention to the road ahead of you. Images innocent, like the ones when you were cooking together or reading by the fireplace, as well as sinful ones. Like the ones where instead of cooking, you were making out on that kitchen counter with his fingers knuckle deep inside of you. And the ones where instead of reading, you were shouting and pulling his hair, about to burst not from the warmth of the fire but something more.

Perhaps it would take a little longer to recover from this affliction.

The way back home seemed shorter than when you were originally going to the Manor. Maybe it just seemed that way because you already knew the route, or maybe you had completely dissociated, barely even realizing you were driving, your mind undeniably elsewhere, and you didn’t notice when or how you finally got there. In front of your house.

You pushed the door open with your back, hands full of your luggage, any kind of focus missing, and it didn’t even cross your mind that you were about to face more people once again, until you heard Yoonji scream. It pulled you out of your trance and your head whipped towards the source of the sound, immediately turning back, your eyes shutting tightly when you registered the naked limbs interweaved together.

“Gosh, Yoonji!” you groaned, shaking your head and closing your eyes even harder, like that would make you unsee things.

“Ames!” she exclaimed, her voice out of breath. “You’re back!”

You sighed and dropped your suitcase. “What have I told you about sex on our couch?” you complained.

“We thought you were coming back tomorrow…” the girl sniffed.

“That doesn’t make it- Is that Jimin?”

“Hello…” his sweet, high-pitched voice ringed through the room. Of course it was.

“Hey, Minnie,” you sighed. “Are you guys decent now?” When they agreed, you turned around to find Yoonji with just a white shirt on that barely covered her butt and Jimin with his black boxers and nothing else. You rolled your eyes. “That’s not what decent means.”

Your roommate ignored your words and ran to you, her arms wrapping you in a big hug. “Bitch, I missed you so much!” You let her rock you side to side, your body limp, and not because you didn’t reciprocate the sentiment. You just had an immense feeling of fatigue and hunger, and perhaps even something you wouldn’t admit, and you thought you would either crack up or sink down.

“How was it?” Jimin called from the couch.

“Put a damn shirt on, then I’ll talk to you!” Not that the view wasn’t pretty or anything, but you knew your roommate you flick your forehead any time you looked at her man, and that didn’t seem fair when he was basically naked there.

“Why are you back today?” Yoonji asked you after she pulled away and guided you to the living room. “I was expecting you tomorrow.”

You groaned. “Uh, right. Long story.”

“I know,” Jimin chirped and your blood ran cold. “I bet she fought with Tae.” Oh, okay, no he had no idea.

But Yoonji took one look at your pained expression and thought she knew, too. “I told you she hated the guy!” she exclaimed, addressing the boy over her shoulder. Excited as if she had just won a bet.

That reminded you of your conversation with the photographer the previous night, about the rumors you had spread. You pointed a finger at her face. “You… you say too much, twit!”

Jimin, now properly dressed, came and sat next to you. “So, what happened? You really couldn’t last another day with him in the same house? He’s an asshole, I know… But, like, did something happen? Should I be worried about what I’ll face when I meet him?”

You sighed. “Nah… Nothing happened. I don’t think he’ll have anything extraordinary to tell you.” At least so you hoped. And as you watched the pair talk back and forth about what they guessed your relationship with Taehyung was the past few days -both of them nowhere near the truth- you decided to change the subject. “So, you two back together I assume?”

“Ah!” Yoonji exclaimed like she had just realized herself. “Yes, what’d you think? Also, you’d know that already if you actually answered your phone, you bitch!” she scoffed at you with her chin raised high.

“I had no signal!”

“You fucking ignored me and you know it!”

You shared an understanding look with Jimin before he started rubbing his girlfriend’s back and giving her some sweet talk to excuse you. And Yoonji immediately succumbed to his touch. They were really cute together, perfectly complementing and balancing each other out, and you were happy to see them like this again. You were always happy to see them together. Although at the moment your smile conveyed something more than pride; something sad. And you almost didn’t want to look at them too long.

“Is that what you wanted to tell me?” you asked Yoonji to bring them back to earth. “With all those dramatic texts and missed calls. That you got back together?”

"Oh,” they both said rather at the same time. And then they glanced between them, communicating with their eyes something you were left out of. You didn’t care, but as I said earlier, you were tired and hungry and you just kind of wanted to be over with this welcoming conversation with the couple, as mean as that sounds.

But they turned to you with rosy cheeks and smiles they were trying to control. It made you worried, really. “We have an announcement to make,” Jimin said.

“Oh, no.”

“We’re moving in together!” Yoonji shrilled.

You were frozen, not knowing how to respond. You really couldn’t do this right now, you already had too much on your mind. You simply didn’t have the mental capacity to process her words. But the two of them stayed staring at you, with their toothy smiles that turned more uneasy the longer it took you to react. So you had to say something, and what you said was a plain: “Why?”

She puffed, her mouth dropping. “Girl, what do you mean why?”

That was the wrong reaction, apparently. “Uh-”

“I asked her to move in with me,” Jimin chimed in with a shy smile. “My new apartment has plenty of room for both of us, there is no reason for you to be squeezing into this tiny place together.”

“Okay…” you grunted. It sounded wrong, like it was happening too fast. But if you think about it they have been together for three years. This is what normally happens with relationships. Just because you have never been in a serious one long enough and still have the maturity of a high schooler doesn’t mean your friends aren’t allowed to grow. “Okay,” you repeated more confidently. “But what are y'all gonna do when you break up every other week, huh? You’ll just be back here half the time, Yoon?”

They both laughed, either because they predicted the question or because they had the same one themselves. But the girl shook her head. “No, no… We won’t break up anymore.” You just raised an incredulous eyebrow at her. “No, I promise! You don’t think we can do it? It’s not like we ever broke up seriously. We can stop whenever we want to.”

It seemed like there was nothing left for you to do but be happy and supportive. Because even if what Yoonji was promising doesn’t happen, it was obvious they both wanted to try. And frankly, that alone was a big deal. That alone was a lot more responsible and brave than anything you had to show for. And she wasn’t wrong by the fact that their break-ups have been a joke up until now, anyway. If they wanted to stop, then you were optimistic they could.

It was a good distraction, too. A whole week of packing Yoonji’s things up, or talking about packing up, helping her move, or talking about moving. It was good. Because that way you didn’t have to talk about anything else. You didn’t have to think about anyone else. Well, you didn’t have to… but that didn’t mean you didn’t. It was hard when everything reminded you of him. Ramen- like what you ate on your first day there. Cards- like the games you played that brought you so much closer. Vogue magazine, cameras, candles, windows, sweater vests, music, coffee… Okay, perhaps some of them were a stretch. But you couldn’t help the fact that your mind searched for and found him in every little thing.

You hadn’t heard from him at all, not even really knowing if he even got back home or vanished in that Manor, but you assumed that you would have known if it was the latter. The silence ached you, yet what did you expect? You had been the one to ask to forget about everything once back in your normal lives, and he was just keeping his promise. Why were you mad he was keeping a promise you made him make? Then again, he is such a dickhead, always doing whatever he wants; if he wanted to break a promise he would. And perhaps that’s why you were mad- because his silence meant he didn’t want to.

If your emotions were a complicated mess, it became obvious on Yoonji’s last day in your apartment. You had decided to make it a girls’ night as a farewell. Very quickly, it turned into a drunken confessions’ time.

“I don’t want you to leave,” you whined at your not-for-much-longer roommate.

She gave you a pout. “Baby, you know we’ll still see each other every day.”

But you shook your head. “No, it’s not the same. I’ll be living alone. You’ll leave me all alone.” You didn’t want to tell her why you hated that so much right now.

“Think of it this way: you’ll have the whole place to yourself! And you won’t have to run into Jimin and I fucking on the couch anymore.”

You laughed before regaining your grumpy expression. “You don’t understand… I love you and I want to spend all my time with you.”

Yoonji frowned at you, chuckling at your weird choice of words. Sure, it was no secret you loved each other very dearly, but what with the alcohol, tears, and all, you sounded different. “Girl… Are you confessing to me?”

You turned to look at the girl as if you had forgotten she was there. And then you cried, throwing a whole tantrum right in front of her. “Ow, come on! Don’t go! Like, you guys fight all the time, anyway. We don’t fight though. We live together in this house so nicely, don’t we Yoon?”

The girl’s face got more serious; not in a bad way. She looked more like a mum or a teacher ready to give you a life lesson. She wrapped her arms around your body and pulled you closer, cuddling you and stroking you lovingly. “You’re worried about how I’ll be…” she mumbled.

You sniffed. “No, I’m only worried about me.”

“I know it looks like that to other people; that we fight a lot and that’s bad,” Yoonji continued, because she knew you were not emotionally strong enough to express what you actually felt right then. And she wanted to console you. “But in reality, if the other person does or says something that hurts you, fighting about it is the best option. Grudging, or pouting, or making a scene is good because you show that this offended you. You establish your boundaries and teach the other person how you want to be treated. And you give them a chance to make things right.”

Up until now, you thought Jimin and Yoonji only fought for the attention. That it was never that deep. Something annoys Yoonji, she makes a scene, they “break up” and then get back together again. Again and again. You could never be like that; if you broke up once with someone, you’d stay broken up out of spite. Even if you didn’t want to.

“But isn’t it always better if you don’t have to fight in the first place?” you mumbled. Isn’t the ideal relationship supposed to be perfect, where your partner never does anything to hurt you?”

But Yoonji shook her head. “People always make mistakes. If you don’t react or say anything, that doesn’t make you cooler than someone who complains. Because their words or actions won’t have hurt you any less. You are still offended and hurt, it’s just that this way, instead of letting it all out and allowing the other person to learn and fix their mistake, you keep it all bottled up. And you suffer in silence, and things that didn’t have the chance to get fixed keep piling up, until one day all those little mistakes become a big one that can no longer be fixed.”

You sniffed, then buried your face in her neck. You hated when Yoonji started being all serious, talking nothing but the truth. She was supposed to be the crazy one between the two of you. If she had reached the point that she was giving you advice, how far down must have you fallen into a close-minded pit?

You sniffed again. “And… that works?” you said, your voice barely over a whisper. “If you just say what bugs you every time, nothing but honesty, that won’t make everybody just tired of you? They won’t just leave you?”

Yoonji chuckled. “Are you tired of me?”

You immediately held her tighter. “Never!” you shouted. And she laughed even more.

“And has Jimin left me?” You quickly shook your head. “I may have had many, many little problems with my boyfriend, but I have never had a big one.”

At that point, it would just be lying if you said she wasn’t right. And anyhow, she was the one with an amazing boyfriend who just asked her to live with him, not you. You keep making fun of Yoonji for always fighting with Jimin, yet right now, between the two of you, who is really happy and who is miserable? She must be doing something right that you aren't. And perhaps that was it; the fact that Yoonji never, ever let something that she didn’t like simply go, whereas you never, ever admitted to having your feelings hurt. If somebody did something you didn’t like, you acted like it was your fault, and it was your duty to endure it with no complaints. But if you never tell the other that what they were doing is hurting you, how do you expect them to change? Time and time again, you get disappointed at people for not changing things you never asked them to.

When Taehyung hurt you by having a girlfriend while trying to get with you, instead of showing that, you avoided him for three years. You pretended you were fine; just didn’t like his character. And when you kissed again, after all this time, you ran away instead of explaining how you were too afraid to trust him as before. And instead of revealing it pained you that he didn’t make any effort to turn what you had into something more, instead of confessing you liked him, you left the Manor.

Even right now… you stay upset that he isn’t contacting you -when that’s what he thinks you want in the first place- instead of contacting him first.

“Fuck it,” you blurt out. “You’re right. You should tell people what hurts you.”

“Yeah, you should,” Yoonji chimed in, raising her beer to you.

“And you shouldn’t hide your feelings, you should just be honest.”

“Exactly! Now you get it!”

Even though it was clearly the alcohol talking, you didn’t back out of your decision. The next day you woke up determined to actually give this a try. You would do whatever you wanted to; what was the worst that could happen? Well, I guess that would be rejection. But, man, who cares? Rejection sounded better than waiting another three years until you get stuck in another haunted house with him for some progress.

In the morning, you drove Yoonji to her officially new house with the very last bag of her things. Which, in and of itself, was heartbreaking. Knowing that you could only hang around for a little while before you had to go back to an empty house, was even worse. Your friends let you stay for lunch, messing around just like the three of you always used to do. The only thing that had changed was the setting. And you guessed that wasn’t that bad after all. You had never seen them happier, and that was enough to make you happy for them while at the same time fidget around with a bit of jealousy.

You didn’t want to go back home alone… And it wasn’t even Yoonji that you missed.

The couple remained in the kitchen to do the dishes -they insisted there was no room for you to help- while you sat in the living room, watching TV. You thought about asking Jimin about his friend, but you weren’t ready for them to know. You had barely decided to talk to him, let alone the people who still thought you hated him.

You eyed Jimin’s phone on the coffee table instead. Then you glanced toward the kitchen; you couldn’t see them, but you could hear them giggling along with the running water. And even though you knew going through someone's phone was shitty, you swore it was for a good cause. So you grabbed it and punched in the password (obviously, it was their anniversary) and found the contacts’ app. Still checking over your shoulder like a paranoid, you quickly searched Taehyung’s name. But come back with nothing. You rolled your eyes when you realized there was no way Jimin would have his so-called soulmate with just his name. And when you took a look at his favorites, the beginning of the list was something like this: “Cutie Pie”, “Honey Bun”, “Ames”.

“Oh, thank God I’m just Ames,” you let out. Then looked at the first two names again. “What the fuck, Jimin? Which one is your girlfriend and which one your best friend? This isn’t right.” You unlocked your phone in your other hand. There was some silence from the couple, which made you sweat as you quickly compared Yoonji’s contact on your phone and Jimin’s. It matched with Cutie Pie. So, Honey Bun it was…

Step one of your plan was acquired successfully. Now all you needed to do was actually use that number.

You put it away, ignoring it for a good half of the rest of your day. Perhaps you had changed your mind. Although the silence of your home was so loud it made your skin crawl. You almost called him. Then you backed away again, opting for another beer instead. And you almost texted him, but you didn’t know what to write. Maybe you were just overreacting to Yoonji moving away and if you just waited a couple of days to get used to the new lifestyle, you wouldn’t even miss him anymore. Or maybe the longer you waited, the more chances you had to get rejected. If he ever did feel something, it might have been already gone. When you left him, or any second after that.

You called him. Your hands literally shaking as you pressed your phone to your ear. One beep and you were wondering if you were making a mistake. Another and you were almost certain of it. You went to lower your phone, ready to hung up, when you noticed you could hear more than the beeping from your end; you could hear a ringing, too. You paused, hesitated, your mind trying to put two and two together. And the call was ended before you had the chance to do it yourself. And the ringing stopped.

It’s not that you actually knew what you would find when you opened your front door; you hadn’t exactly gone through the whole thought process. But you weren’t surprised when you saw the exact man you were looking for only a couple of steps away.

“Tae?” you wondered with your eyebrows frowned.

He was facing away, hunched over his phone in his panicked attempt to silence it, frozen when he heard the door open, and especially so when he heard your voice. But his curiosity got the best of him and he turned around to face you. He knew his phone ringing had given his location away, but he hadn’t exactly expected you to get out because of it. I mean, the sound could have come from anywhere. Were you always this nosy?

But the phone in your hand gave him another idea. “Were you calling me?” he muttered.

You got flustered at his question. Took in a sharp breath, widening your eyes. “Were you waiting outside my door?” you shot back. Two can play this game.

You saw his eyes move around nervously, his expression admitting defeat. Then he licked his lips and dropped his head low. “I was— I came here because I wanted to give you something.”

Your mind raced with about a million different things he could be referring to, but couldn’t decide on one that seemed plausible. “Oh,” you simply mumbled. It suited you well, right? There was no need for an awkward phone call since he was already there; that way you could cut straight to the awkward declaration. “Okay. Come in.”

You pulled to the side, opening the door more for him to pass next to you. Which he did with a small nod and his arms stuck to his sides as if he was afraid he’d get burned if he accidentally touched you. And then he was standing in the middle of your house, looking out of place. Which is when it really hit you; and you burned after all. Your entire body itching in his presence, your stomach in shambles, and you couldn’t tell if it was anxiety or excitement. Or both.

“So… What did you want to give me?” you asked after clearing your throat and determining he wasn’t about to speak first.

He looked you up and down. “Why were you calling me?”

His words had an instant impact on you as your nostrils flared and your cheeks blazed even harder. “I- I asked you first!”

“Uh…” He dipped his hand in the pocket of his jacket, jerking his head to the side like a nervous tic. And he pulled out a white envelope. “This…” he whispered as he slowly extended his hand to you.

That was the last thing you expected. So you frowned at his offering. “What is that?” you wondered, rightfully so. It was light in your hands and you couldn't even have a guess. Taehyung didn’t answer you, waiting for you to see for yourself. So you walked back to the couch and sat down before opening it, letting him follow you.

“These are yours,” he mumbled again.

Photos. The photos he had taken of you. The ones on your picnic, where you were shy at first, then all smiles and blushes after all that wine. The ones where he was hovering above you to capture the way you looked up at him; a view prettier than anything you had seen all day. Your eyes glowed and reflected more than you wanted to show -it was so obvious through his lens- and you asked yourself if he had always been able to see you in that way. The pictures he took of you in the garden. Pictures that seemed so much more mature, as if within just a couple of days you had become a veteran of the sport. They weren’t meek or suggestive like the previous ones; these were just beautiful. Poetic.

“Look,” Taehyung told you with a small smile he was trying to bite back, pointing at one of the pictures where you were crouched on the ground, looking at the camera over your shoulder. “We caught the fairies!” He was pointing at two bright dots blended in your hair. Overexposure of the light and the old machine resulting in the sun being trapped on the film like stars.

When you looked up, you met his eyes. And his face was close, just as much as you would have liked. You couldn’t help but smile, and once he saw your reaction, he revealed the brightest, biggest grin as well.

“You’re really talented, Tae.”

He seemed to get a bit flustered. “It’s easy when you’re that pretty.”

You matched his shy stance. It wasn’t the first time he had called you pretty, but it certainly felt different outside that Manor. It felt different when it was just in your regular home, on that crappy couch, with nothing romantic setting the mood. It was rawer, perhaps even more real.

“Thank you,” you replied, referring to everything. And you spread the pictures out of the coffee table.

Taehyung cleared his throat. “So? I think it’s your turn to tell me why you were calling me now.”

“Oh.” That was a hard question since you hardly knew the answer yourself. You didn’t have a specific reason like he did; mostly just wanted to hear his voice again. “I wanted to talk to you.”

“About?”

You gulped. “Lots.” You found the courage to turn and look at him again, and his eyes were watching you like a soft touch. “I wanted to tell you, well- everything.” His tongue darted out, wetting his lips and catching your attention, as he scooted a bit closer, till his thigh was pressed against yours. Your mind got distracted, looking at his body and almost forgetting what you were talking about. “I have decided that hiding your feelings is lame—” you continued before losing your train of thought, “—and we should speak truthfully; straightforward; no holding back; word for word, exactly what we are thinking.”

Taehyung watched you carefully for a couple of seconds, but you didn’t notice any major changes in his expression. He met your eyes steadily and nodded. “Okay.”

“Okay…” you breathed as well. And you looked at each other for a few seconds as your worry continued to grow, and you felt like you were already making a mistake, and you couldn’t think of a single thing out of the many you wanted to share. “You start!” you blabbed.

The photographer didn’t back down. He bit his lip, frowning as he reflected on the situation. And he hummed in the back of his throat. “Very well…” He thought about it a little longer. “Truth, huh? Well, truthfully… The photos were just an excuse for me to come here. I knew you’d be alone. I wanted to see you.”

He said it all so confidently. And it’s not like it was something that would have never crossed your mind; if you read between the lines it was obvious. But hearing it coming from him was different. It was so much better. Just because something goes without saying doesn’t mean it doesn’t feel good to say it nevertheless. You liked that he admitted it; you liked that you weren’t hiding it anymore. Yoonji was right about being honest.

“Your turn,” he rasped, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Right.” You didn’t know what to say first, not wanting to dive right into the deep stuff. So you picked from where he left you. “I’m glad you came. It’s been a week and I was beginning to think you didn’t want to see me anymore.” Took in a breath, watched his eyes as he blinked at you. “I wanted you to want to see me again.”

Taehyung hummed, nodding along with your words. He scratched his chin. “I didn’t like that you left,” he came clean. “Not so much because one more day there would make any real difference, but I wanted you to choose to stay. I wanted you to want to stay with me.”

You gulped. And suddenly you remembered why you never did that whole honesty thing with people; it hurt when you were the one being held accountable. But you had started it and you weren’t going to back down now. So you nodded to his words as well, looking away for more comfort. “I understand,” you mumbled. “I wanted you to ask me to stay.”

Taehyung shifted in his place, leaning back to lay on the couch with a position that would normally look snugger, but at the moment looked more loaded with pressure. The palms of his hands rubbed his thighs. “Well, I guess then that’s on both of us for not communicating properly, huh?”

You chuckled- it was more of an attempt to relieve some stress from your voice. “This is why I said we needed to talk.”

He was immediately leaning forward again, right in your face. “Okay, what else do you have to say?” You balked. “What about when you said you wanted to pretend what happened there, never happened, and to forget about it right after we left… but now you’re telling me you were waiting for me to come to find you?”

Your lips stuck out in a pout. Why were you being attacked like this? And what were you even supposed to reply to that? You didn’t know either! “I-” you stammered. “I don’t know. I say a lot of things.” Then you looked down between your thighs where your hands were having a fight with each other. “I mean, I even said I hated you so many times. Did you believe that, too?”

It didn’t sound like your best answer, but when you heard the boy laugh, you relaxed a bit. “No, I didn’t,” he confessed. One hand landed on your knee to rub you sweetly. “But it’s hard to always know what you mean and what you don’t.” You chewed on your lip, not taking the liberty to keep the conversation going, mostly just focused on his hold on you. You knew he was trying to meet your eyes, but wouldn’t let him. And then he sighed. “So, what you’re telling me… is that… You don’t want to pretend nothing ever happened? You don’t want to let this go?”

Your eyes flew to the side, trying to find him, but you turned back down before exposing yourself. “When I said that, I meant it… I didn’t want this to be a thing.”

“And what about now?”

But you found the spite to turn the question toward him. “What about you?” you asked as you finally raised your head to look at him. “You said you don’t do relationships. Don’t you want to leave it all behind?”

His eyebrows twitched into a frown. “Are you saying you want to be in a relationship with me?”

“No!” you were quick to counter. And once again, your eyes fell on the floor. Spite short lived.

He clicked his tongue disapprovingly. “I thought we agreed to be honest.”

You huffed, rolling your eyes because he was right but you hated it. “All I’m saying is that…” You felt like you were on the spot, didn’t like admitting to feelings even after you had made up your mind that it was the best way to go about it. You were really trying, it’s just that this wasn’t something you were used to. So you squirmed around, seeking to put your chaotic thoughts into a sentence. “Well, I don’t know what I want. But I do know that it hurt me when you basically said you could never see this more seriously.”

The photographer hurried to shake his head, his hand on your knee gripping you tighter. “I never said I don’t see this seriously. It’s always been serious to me, Amy. From day one.” His words caused your stomach to flip. And you dared look into his eyes one more time. And they were glistening. “Even if it was just having some meals with you, being your friend, kissing you, or even more, I always treated it with seriousness.”

You pressed your lips together. “But you don’t do relationships,” you reminded him of his own words. “It’s only serious for a couple of days that it lasts?”

“I don’t- I don’t do relationships because I’m not good at them, Amy,” he let out with a sigh. And he looked at you with hurt in his stare. “You of all people know that very well. You’ve been a good reminder of the fact.”

“Me?” It was a rhetorical question since you knew exactly what he was referring to. And you chewed on your lip, nervous about the conversation and about how you didn’t know how to react. Taehyung just kept staring at you, his expression not much changed, as if he had come to terms with this a long time ago. But you hadn’t. “That… I didn’t…” You really didn’t know what to say.

“It’s fine, I get it,” Taehyung relieved you of your duty to reply. “I’m not the best boyfriend. I try to improve, as we all do, but I know I have no right to ask you to give me a chance like that. I still try though, perhaps for the next person in my life that hasn’t heard about my terrible reputation by some miracle. Perhaps I can one day woo someone like that, and perhaps I can even be a decent partner for them, too. I know I won’t make the same mistakes again.” The hand that was lying on your knee moved to touch your own, holding it slightly, as if he was too scared to hold it more. “Just because I say I can’t be your boyfriend doesn’t mean I don’t take you seriously, or that I don’t like you, or even that I don’t want to. I liked every second we spent in that Manor together. But I’m willing to leave it all behind if that is what you want.”

There was a deep frown set on your features as you took in all that he said. Word after word, you analyzed it while you stared right where your hands were linked. And then you looked at him and spoke with the sweetest voice you could muster. “Taehyung, that’s all bullshit.”

It was almost funny how his whole jaw dropped. “What?”

“I asked you to tell me exactly what you’re thinking, exactly how you feel,” you began to explain with a louder, more confident voice than before. “You haven’t said one thing that is actually about you; just keep saying what you assume I think of you or I want to hear.” He closed his mouth then, perhaps because he saw truth in your statement. “When I say I want you to tell me what you want, I mean it. Tell me exactly what you want right now.”

There was a low growl in the back of his throat before he looked up to the ceiling and released your hand. He exhaled deeply. Because he had always been better with words than you, but that didn’t mean he was any better at showing his true feelings. “Well-” he finally began when you guessed he put his own messy mind into some order, “-just like you, I guess I don’t know what I want, either.” He turned to look at you and had a tiny smile on his lips. Perhaps from satisfaction he would say it out loud. “I don’t know how I want this to go from here on, not exactly. For now, all I know is that I would like to kiss you again. Right this moment, even. And after that, I guess I’ll find out.”

Even though you got flustered, you somehow managed not to look away. Keeping your eyes in his to take in all of the rest of his emotions that he wasn’t saying, but much like you in those pictures, he still couldn’t hide. And it was clear it was now your turn to speak. You sighed with a smile that had started to grow and was hard to fight back on your lips. “I get that,” you told him with a whisper. “I think I feel the same way. I’m not sure how I want this to end, but I know I don’t want it to end just yet.”

Both of his hands found yours right away, turning his body until he was facing you more properly. And in classic Taehyung manner, he smirked at you. “So… Does that mean I have permission to kiss you even outside that old Manor?”

Your smile reached its peek, giggling slightly as you leaned in and placed your lips softly on his. Both of your eyes fluttering closed. Taehyung’s hands coming up to cup your cheeks. And the butterflies in your stomach throwing a whole ass rave at his mouth on yours once again. But you pulled back before it got too heated. He searched your face worriedly, afraid he had done something wrong. Though you just wanted to say your thoughts out loud, like you had promised you would.

“Fuck that Manor and the rules we had in there. You have permission to do anything you want to me, Kim Taehyung,” you purred, before throwing yourself back in his embrace.

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A Way With Words

Fandom: Cobra Kai

Pairings: Samantha Larusso x Robby Keene, Robby Keene x Miguel Diaz (platonic)

Word Count: 3490

Warnings: sexting

Notes: So in this fic Sam and Robby are together, and there are some strong Kiaz vibes. I’ve made it platonic, but it could get dirtier. I’m not comfortable posting that, though as they are underage. Please let me know what you think, I’m needy.

This would take place in season 2 after the Lawrusso double date, imagining that Sam and Robby didn’t go to the party and the shit didnt hit the fan. Thanks for reading x

A Way with Words

Robby stood at the door to Jonny’s place taking in what lay before him. His father had clearly attempted to clean but there wasn’t much you could do when so much was ingrained. The couch was old and stained, the walls an off-white that made it feel darker, and there was a constant musty smell that he couldn’t quite put his finger on. At least he had got rid of all the empty beer bottles, Robby thought.

‘I know it’s not much, not compared to the Larussos,’ Johnny said, a hint of shame in his voice. ‘But it’s home. It’s safe. You know you’re welcome any time.’

Robby sighed as the door closed behind him.

‘How long do I have to stay here?’ He asked.

He looked round and he knew from the look in Johnny’s eyes that he had hurt him.

Johnny shook his head, resigning himself to the abuse he probably deserved.

‘Just a couple days. While The Larussos are away.’

Robby gave a wry smile. ‘They don’t trust me with their daughter.’

‘Definitely not,’ Johnny laughed.

Robby rolled his eyes.

‘Oh come on, like you weren’t gonna make a move the second her parents left?’

After a beat, Robby shrugged. ‘Maybe.’

Johnny gave him a slap on the back.

‘Come on, you can suffer a few days with your old man. I think you’ll find a lot more freedom here.

‘Where shall I put my things?’

‘Right through here,’ Johnny said, leading him to the small spare room.

‘I’ll be through there. Make yourself at home.’

He left and Robby slumped down on the bed.

This is a good thing, he told himself with his head in his hands. He’s trying. That’s more than he ever has before.

He had been really resistant to the idea when His father and Mr Larusso had finally sat down to talk and come to an agreement that Robby could stay with his Dad while the family were away. Even Johnny agreed it was better for Robby to live with the Larussos for the time being because he really didn’t have that much to offer in terms of comfort or luxury.

Robby had felt disappointed that he wouldn’t get to spend the time with Sam. It was so rare they got any time alone and he had thought maybe things might heat up a little while her parents were away.

Apparently Mr Larusso was well versed in teenage boy thinking.

He started to unpack his bag when there was a knock at the front door.

‘Carmen?’ Johnny’s voice said.

‘Johnny, I’m so sorry to do this, I know it’s a lot but it’s an emergency.’ She sounded upset. Carmen? Robby thought, trying to think if he knew her.

‘Hey hey, slow down,’ Johnny said. Robby continued unpacking clothes, thinking nothing of it.

‘Are you ok? What happened?’

‘It’s my mother. She collapsed and they don’t know what’s going on, they think she may have had a heart attack. She’s in hospital out of town and’ Johnny cut her off.

‘Yaya? Oh my God I’m so sorry.’

‘Can Miggy stay here for tonight so I can be with her? Please?’

Miggy? Who the hell was... and then it dawned on him.

Miguel.

Instantly Robby’s fists clenched and he rose to his feet.

Why did he think it would be any different? He started throwing his clothes back into his bag haphazardly.

‘I uh...’ Johnny’s voice continued, sounding uncomfortable. ‘I kinda have Robby...’

‘Please, Johnny. We’ve got no-one else.’

‘Mom, come on. I’ll be fine on my own.’ Miguel’s voice.

Carmen snipped at him in rapid Spanish, then quickly switched back to English.

‘He’ll be no trouble, and I’ll pay you for food,’ she added.

‘You don’t have to do that, I...’

Robby knew what was coming. ‘Yeah, sure he can stay. I’ll just have to talk to Robby, since you guys aren’t exactly best of friends.’

‘I don’t want any trouble,’ Miguel mumbled.

Robby slammed his fist into the wall and instantly regretted it as pain shot through his whole wrist.

He sat back on the bed nursing his hand.Swirling around with the anger, he could feel the hurt and the disappointment tightening his throat. His eyes burned and he shook his head to try and control it.

Why did he ever believe it could be any different?

There was a knock at the bedroom door. He stood, throwing his bag back over his shoulder.

The door opened. Johnny looked so awkward, it was pathetic. Like he was trying to pretend the decision was hard.

‘Robby, you probably heard. Miguel’s-‘

Robby cut him off.

‘Yeah I heard. I should’ve known.’

He flexed his hand to see if the pain was easing but it throbbed once again and he winced.

‘Are you ok?’ Johnny nodded to Robby’s hand.

‘Yeah I’m just peachy,’ he retorted.

‘Did you punch a wall?’

Robby didn’t answer.

‘Oh for God’s sake.’

‘Yeah well I should have known it was stupid to think I was your priority for once when you just jump at the chance to help your favourite son,’ Robby said.

Johnny scoffed. ‘Oh will you quit being such a baby. The guy’s going through a hard time, would you just put your hate to the side for one night and be a civilised human being?’

‘Whatever, I’m going back to the Larussos,’ Robby said and made to barge past Johnny.

He forgot just how strong and stubborn his father could be. Johnny grabbed his arm and shoved him back into the room. He stumbled backwards and then found his balance to pull his fist back.

‘The hell you are. What, you just give up? This is your problem Robby, you make it so hard. I know I haven’t been perfect but I’m trying, ok? Any time I try to do right by you, to be there for you or whatever, it’s like you’re just waiting for me to fuck it up and then you shut me out again.’

‘What am I supposed to do? I can’t rely on you,’ he said.

‘Come on just take a second to calm down. Find your centre or whatever that bullshit is that Larusso is teaching you.’

Robby had been caught off guard with a blow he never expected from his father. And he was right, he did need to calm down. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes and tried to focus on his breathing.

He could feel his body calming and he hated that his father was right.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Johnny’s pleading face. Robby felt his defences ease.

‘I guess I’m just disappointed, Dad.’

Johnny’s eyes fell to the floor.

‘I get that, you have every right to be. But I can’t turn him away at a time like this, Robby. It’s the right thing to do. Deep down you know it.’

Robby sat back on the bed, resigned.

‘No fighting, alright?’ Johnny added, pointing at Robby.

‘But I-‘ Robby began to protest but he got cut off.

‘No fighting. My house, my rules.’ Robby exhaled.

‘I’m gonna go see if he’s alright,’

Johnny added then left.

Robby flopped back on the bed and ran his hands through his hair. He pulled his phone out of his pocket to see a text from Sam.

‘How’s it going?’

He wrote back. ‘Not great. Your ex is staying too.’

Almost right away she was ringing him.

‘Miguel is staying with you?’ She asked sounding perplexed.

‘Yeah. Weird right?’

‘How come? Like was it planned, did your dad know?’

‘No, it’s an emergency. His grandma is in hospital.’

‘yaya? Shit...This is going to be really hard for him.’

Of course she would sympathise with Migue, he thought rolling his eyes.

‘Do you think you can be nice to him?’

‘I’m not an asshole Sam.‘

‘No but your defences are up when you’re around your dad and Miguel. You know I’m right.’

Robby sighed. She was right. After what seemed like a long silence, he spoke again.

‘Ok. Tell me how.’

‘Just try and empathise, Robby. I know it’s hard because it’s him, but just try and think about what he’s going through. ‘

Robby sighed.

‘For me?’ She added in that way she knew would make him melt.

‘Sure.’

‘I miss you’ she added, changing the subject swiftly. ‘I was kinda hoping we might get some alone time this weekend.’

‘Me too.’

‘It’s no fun all alone in this big empty house. I miss kissing you.’ Sam’s voice was soft, playful but almost shy.

‘Maybe I can come over tomorrow?’ Robby posed.

‘I can’t stop thinking about all the things we could do if you were here.’

Robby, heart pounding, drew breath to ask for more detail, but he was interrupted .

‘Robby?’ He heard Johnny shout. Then a knock at the door before it pushed open.

‘I’m getting pizza, do you want some?’

Robby sighed. ‘Sam, I gotta go. Text me. I wanna know.’

He hung up.

‘Uh yeah, I’ll go for pizza.

‘Pepperoni?’

‘Sounds good.’

‘Ok, well can you come out here and keep Miguel company while I’m gone? He’s pretty down.’

Robby couldn’t stop himself rolling his eyes. He stood and headed out the door nonetheless.

‘Is he crying?’ He asked with disdain.

Johnny slapped the back of his head on his way past.

‘Don’t be a dick,’ was all he said.

‘Ow!’ Robby rubbed his head, shocked at his father’s response.

‘Back soon,’ Johnny added as he left and closed the front door behind him.

Robby stood at the far side of the room trying to compose himself.

He looked across at Miguel, who was sat on the couch staring in the vague direction of the TV, although it wasn’t on. The boy looked so vulnerable, brown eyes wide with sadness.

Robby approached him.

‘Hey you know you’re supposed to turn it on first, right?’ He said.

Miguel seemed to snap out of some daydream and gave a faintly sarcastic smile.

‘You’re funny,’ he muttered. There was a long pause before Robby spoke again. He was surprised to realise he actually felt nervous.

‘Hey, you want a beer?’ Robby asked.

Miguel furrowed his brow in confusion. ‘We’re not...’ Robby raised an eyebrow.

‘Sure,’ Miguel shrugged, not wishing to argue.

Robby went to the refrigerator and grabbed two of Johnny’s Coors Banquets, looking around for a bottle opener. He opened them both and handed one to Miguel, who took it cautiously. ‘Are you sure? Won’t Sensei be pissed?’

‘Not at you,’ Robby said pointing the bottle to Miguel and sitting on the couch next to him. ‘You can get away with anything right now. I’m using you as a human shield. To your Grandma,’ He added, taking a big swig.

Miguel sighed, raised his bottle and said ‘to Yaya,’ then drank. He pulled a face at the taste and Robby laughed.

‘Yeah it’s shit.’

‘Why are you drinking it then?’

‘Because I can,’ Robby shrugged, taking another big swig.

They drank in silence for a while until Robby knocked back the last of his beer and stood to put the bottle on the table.

He didn’t realise his phone had slid out of his pocket - the shorts he was wearing were tight and had terrible pockets. He always managed to lose his phone when he wore them.

Robby was looking through the cupboards to see if there was anything decent to eat when he heard Miguel exclaim.

‘Woah, dude. You should really lock your screen.’

Robby whipped round to find Miguel holding his phone and reading something.

‘Hey!’ He yelled. ‘Give that back.’ He volted over the back of the couch to try and catch Miguel in a headlock so he could grab his phone back but Miguel was too fast and on his feet before Robby landed.

‘I miss your lips against mine,’ Miguel read, mocking in his tone. ‘I’ve been thinking about the way-’ Robby had grabbed him and pushed him to the wall but Miguel still managed to hold his phone out of reach and finish reading.

‘About the way you pressed me against the wall when you kissed me. I wish we hadn’t got interrupted.’ He laughed but relented and let Robby snatch his phone back. Robby considered punching him in the stomach for good measure, but thought better of it.

He opened the message from Sam and read through it again.

‘That’s private,’ he said, cheeks flushing against his will.

‘Well you certainly made an impression on Sam,’ Miguel added.

Robby was trying to think of some retort, but his mind was still half on what Sam had said.

‘You shouldn’t have read that,’ he said, glaring at Miguel.

‘Ok, I’m sorry. Come on I’m not trying to start anything... it was just there. I need something to take my mind off things anyway.’

‘And my private conversations are what you chose?’

Robby read the message again. He didn’t know where to go with that. He tried to think of what to say back to her but kept drawing a blank. He’d never been that good with words.

‘Are you ok?’ Miguel asked, actually sounding like he meant it.

‘Yeah. I just...’

Robby looked up and saw Miguel was staring at him, so he looked away quickly. He wished it wasn’t Miguel that was here right now. He really didn’t want to mess this up with Sam.

‘Look I’m sorry, but you don’t need to be embarrassed.’ Miguel continued to watch Robby. ‘Are you gonna reply?’

‘What? No that’s none of your business! I’m not talking about this. Just keep out of it ok?’

Robby stormed back to his room and slammed the door.

Miguel rolled his eyes and sighed, taking another drink of the awful beer. He had thought they were getting somewhere, but Robby was just so highly strung it was impossible.

He was trying to work out if he should feel jealous when Robby’s door opened again slowly. Miguel looked round and Robby stood half in half out staring at his phone still.

He looked up.

‘Should I reply?’ He asked.

‘Dude, yes. You have to reply. You can’t leave her hanging like that.’

Robby bit his lip, thinking.

‘What... what though?’

He walked back over to sit beside Miguel again.

‘Just tell her what you want.’

Robby looked up at Miguel, doubt in his eyes.

‘Look, if you were with her right now, what would you do?’

Robby shifted uncomfortably.

‘You do know what to do, right?’

‘Oh fuck off,’ Robby retorted. ‘It’s just not the same. Like, if I was with her, it would just happen. I get a read off her energy, you know?’

Miguel laughed. ‘You are so Miyagi-do.’

‘Just help me ok? What do I say?’ Robby pleaded.

‘Pick up where she left off.’

Robby’s thumbs hovered over the keyboard but nothing came.

Miguel sighed and held his hand out for the phone.

‘What are you crazy? I’m not giving you my phone again.’

‘Look I’m not gonna send anything, I’ll just start you off, ok? Come on. I have a way with words.’

‘Oh like you have a tonne of experience or something?’ Robby scoffed.

‘No, I just...’ he sighed. ‘I read a lot of fanfiction. Don’t,’ he added when Robby laughed. ‘You can learn a lot from fanfiction. Come on.’

Reluctantly, Robby handed over his phone.

He watched over Miguel’s shoulder as he typed and laughed in disbelief at the explicit picture Miguel was painting with his words.

‘Oh my god,’ he said. ‘I can’t send that.’

Miguel didn’t answer while he concentrated.

‘Ok I’ve changed my mind. Give me my phone back. That’s straight up porn, there’s no way I’m sending that.’ Robby tried to grab his phone but Miguel instinctively dodged and held it out of reach again while he finished typing.

‘No come on I said I changed my mind,’ Robby tried again, grabbing Miguel this time and shoving him to the floor, straddling him with his arm across his chest to hold him down.

Miguel gasped and looked at Robby with guilty eyes.

‘What?’ Robby asked, not catching on. Miguel looked down at Robby’s phone, the message bar now empty. It had sent.

‘Fuck,’ Robby said, grabbing his phone back but not letting Miguel up. ‘Are you fucking kidding me?’

‘I’m sorry, you knocked me. I didn’t mean to - I’m sorry,’ Miguel garbled, flinching away but also trying not to laugh.

Robby pressed his arm into Miguel’s chest harder, which made him cough. The cough turned to laughter and Robby wasn’t sure why but he ended up laughing too. It was so absurd and he didn’t know what else to do.

That was when the front door opened and Johnny came in.

Robby realised he still had Miguel pinned and quickly let him go.

‘Were you guys... fighting?’ Johnny asked, not sure what he had walked in on.

‘We we’re just messing around,’ Robby said quickly, glancing at Miguel who was brushing himself off and standing up.

Johnny narrowed his eyes looking from one boy to the other. ‘Whatever. Come give me a hand with this Robby,’ He added and handed him the pile of pizzas.

Robby looked again at his phone, still in shock at what had just happened, gave another glance back to Miguel who was trying not to laugh again. He shoved it in his pocket, and put the pizzas on the table.

Johnny was at the fridge.

‘Did you drink my beer?’ He asked.

‘Sorry sensei,’ Miguel said quickly. ‘It was my idea. I needed something to take my mind off Yaya.’

Johnny looked at them both again, suspecting there was some kind of conspiring happening.

‘Alright...’ he said, looking from one boy to the other. ‘Just nobody tell Carmen alright, I don’t wanna be on her bad side.’

He grabbed a beer, opened it and threw himself onto the couch.

‘You guys wanna watch a movie?’

Robby handed a pizza box to Miguel, grabbed the other two then leaned in as he walked past.

‘He’s totally trying to bang your Mom,’ he muttered, grinning.

***

The three of them had settled into the film and the pizza, all crammed onto that couch. Robby and Miguel had spent half the time pushing each other and complaining that the other was taking up too much space.

Robby felt his phone buzz in his pocket and instantly remembered what had happened. He shared a worried glance with Miguel, who also felt it buzz.

He pulled his phone out to look. It was from Sam, of course.

‘Robby that was hot,’ was all she said. Then the three dots appeared to show she was writing back.

Robby tapped Miguel’s leg, although he was already reading it. They grinned at each other. Miguel shrugged as if to say ‘I told you.’

After a few minutes her message came through. Robby didn’t even try to hide it from Miguel now. His heart raced as he read through her words, telling him what she wanted. Miguel exclaimed and tried to pretend he was coughing so Johnny wouldn’t catch on.

Robby shifted awkwardly. Part of him wanted to go to his room and be alone, but then he also still needed help. The cursor blinked at him.

Miguel, who was now leaning quite heavily into him to see what he was writing, held his hand out. Robby gave him his phone with no hesitation this time.

‘If I was there with you now I would...’ he typed then handed it back.

Robby sighed. He started typing something out as Miguel reached over and grabbed a couple of slices of pizza. He held one out to Robby.

Robby took it absently. He was staring at the screen again.

He looked up helplessly at Miguel. Miguel nodded encouragement and Robby added more to his text.

‘What are you boys doing ?’ Johnny asked, noticing their focus had shifted.

‘Homework,’ Robby said quickly.

‘Group chat,’ Miguel said at the same time.

After a beat, Miguel clarified. ‘It’s a study group chat.’

Johnny shrugged it off. He didn’t believe them but they weren’t fighting so he honestly didn’t care.

Robby sent his message after a nod from Miguel. He left his phone unlocked on his knee and they both stared at the TV while they waited.

After several minutes, a picture flashed up on Robby’s phone. Sam had sent a selfie in her underwear.

Robby gasped and grabbed his phone quickly and locked it, but not before Miguel had seen.

Miguel just gave him an approving slap on the back.

Robby cleared his throat.

‘Yeah I’m gonna get a shower,’ he said, standing up a swiftly and leaving the room.

‘Is he alright?’ Johnny sighed.

Miguel grinned in that knowing way of his.

‘He’s fine, trust me. He’s just really excited about this homework.’

***

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hey, gorgeous! can i request an imagine of obi-wan kenobi telling me that he cares about me? literally not fussy on what takes place. just been feeling worthless lately & need some validation from my fave character (plus i adore you & your writing ❤️)

Coruscant Nights (Obi-Wan Kenobi x gn!Reader)

Coruscant Nights ( Obi-Wan Kenobi x gn!Reader )

Warning: angst, comforting, typical admitting feelings awkwardness, unedited writing

Word Count: 3.7K... oops

Author’s Note: i swear that this was supposed to be short but i couldn’t help myself. also my inbox is always open if you need someone to talk to, sweetie<3

Nights on Coruscant were never pleasant. The beautiful stars were hidden beneath a thick blanket of smog, leaving the night sky a dull gray. Peace was an alien concept to the planet, the incessant buzzing of traffic always breaking through the walls of every bedroom. Your personal quarters were supposed to be a safe haven from the war, a sanctuary where you could rest and meditate freely. Though the foam of your sleeping matt felt like harsh concrete against your back and the light blanket that was thrown over your body seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, crushing you, suffocating you.

Sleep never came easily to you, not anymore. No matter the number of grueling battles you've suffered through, nothing compared to Coruscant nights. War could not reach you within your chambers, and without the distraction, you found yourself stuck in a constant state of turmoil.

Sleeping between battles was easy, your body usually too exhausted for your mind to put up a fight. Curling up behind a barricade or leaning against the interior of a gunship, finding temporary safety to allow sleep to take you.

You were never so lucky when it came to finding sleep in your bedroom. You'd stay awake for hours, restlessly twisting and turning in a lame attempt to find comfort. It wasn't uncommon for you to still be awake as rays of warm sunlight pierced through the cracks of the viewport blinds. And the mornings were always the same, sluggishly rolling off your sleeping mat, equally glad that the night was over as you were irritated that you found no sleep. You'd then trudge to the showers and continue on with your day.

Your master, of course, noticed your state of restlessness almost immediately after your sleep routine was thrown array. Obi-Wan had always been quite an observant individual. And after you waved off his questions of concern and assured him that you were fine, he took that as the green light to tease you.

Comments on the dark circles under your eyes or how you slouched were endless. Obi-Wan didn't even hold back after you snapped at him for laughing at you for falling asleep during a debriefing.

You were so delighted to find that your master found your suffering humorous.

Except he didn't laugh when you passed out on the battlefield. You had managed to stay awake throughout the entire battle, your form a tad sloppy but efficient nonetheless. And as the last droid toppled over after a blast bolt had knocked the head off its hinges, sleep hit you almost instantly.

You remember your master walking over your, his hair mussed from fighting and a proud grin stretched across his face. You remember silently thinking how beautiful he looked before your eyes unwilling closed and you felt yourself falling. A warm pair of arms wrapped around you, enveloping you in warmth, the feeling so pleasant you would've moaned if you weren't so incredibly tired. The voice of your master, concerned and distant as he called your name, echoing in your mind as you drifted off.

You don't remember boarding the ship or taking off into hyperspace, but when you finally cracked your eyes open and your blurry vision stubbornly cleared, you discovered that you were no longer on the battlefield and pieced together that you were on your way back to Coruscant.

Your eyes scanned the area, there were no troops in the room, only the faint sound of chatter beyond the closed door of the compartment you rested in. You wondered how you had gotten back to the ship. Had Obi-Wan carried you? The thought of his arms wrapped around you in such a manner being embarrassing enough for your face to heat.

Too tired to dwindle on the subject, you allowed your body to relax. Sleep was tempting and at the moment felt easy enough to obtain, your body eased and your mind clear. You figured that you might as well seize the opportunity before you were forced to return to your quarters on Coruscant. You felt comfortable here, warm even.

And then the warmth beside you shifted.

Oh, oh.

Your entire body tensed, not daring to look at the face of the individual beside you. You knew it was Obi-Wan, his distinguished scent just now registering in your brain and the arm slung around your shoulders was unmistakably his. And you could've sworn you were about to die, the thought of your master being so close driving you insane. You prayed that you weren't projecting your aura onto him.

And as he shifted, the arm that had wrapped itself around your shoulders pulled you impossibly closer. And his head rolled, tucking his face in the crook of your shoulder as he leaned on you. His beard tickled the softness of your collar as his breath fanned out against your skin, slow and even breaths that told you that your master was asleep. But that absolutely didn't stop your face from burning up in embarrassment.

You felt intoxicated, wrapped up in Obi-Wan's arm as he subconsciously cuddled you in a way that you sure would be deemed inappropriate by the Council.

You should've pushed him off of you, it would've been the respectable thing to do. But he was just warm, invitingly so. He was asleep with his head resting in the crook of your neck, and you just knew that you'd never get this sort of closeness with him again.

So you didn't push him off, instead deciding to melt into his embrace because you told yourself that it was alright to be selfish if it meant your master got some well-deserved rest. You closed your eyes, relaxing despite the hard floor of this ship hurting your backside. The temptation of leaning further into your master's arm only too endearing.

Apparently, that was a mistake.

Obi-Wan's breathing stuttered, its patterning shifting as the presence of his conscience grew more and more aware.

Fuck. You woke him up. He's awake. Your master is awake, and you are kriffing cuddling him.

You freeze, knowing that it'd be helpless to pretend to still be asleep. You're master's far too observant for such juvenile acts.

You feel his body twitch, trying to be subtle as the cogs in his brain push to return back to its fully functional state.

A moment of silence drifts between the two of you, neither moving or thinking loud enough for the other to hear. A simple moment of allowing each other to rest beside the other, eyes staring off into the distance.

Obi-Wan is the first to move, reluctantly lifting his head from your shoulder. He paused for a moment, swallowing thickly before focusing his gaze on you.

He found that he couldn't read you, whether it be because you didn't want him to or because he was also too tired to properly pick up on your emotions. Perhaps a combination of the two.

Obi-Wan pulls his arm away, tingling from the awkward position and untangles you from his embrace.

You feel odd avoiding his stare for so long, forcing yourself to meet his gaze. He looks guilty, you notice. Looking as if he had just violated you.

You want to assure him that it's fine because his body was warm and his arm makes a comfortable headrest. You want to tell him that if anything you should be sorry because your lack of sleep affected your mission and was also the reason for this awkward situation. But Obi-Wan beats you to it.

"Excuse my behavior, padawan," Obi-Wan utters, his voice sincere yet boldly professional. "I must've fallen asleep on accident."

And you find that his words hurt more than they probably should have. Because you realized how wrong you were, Obi-Wan doesn't think anything of this. Being so close to you doesn't make his heart race as it does with you. The feeling of your skin doesn't intoxicate him as his touch does with you. The fact that you really are nothing to him other than his padawan when you crave a deeper connection, something intimate. You wanted Obi-Wan to be flustered, embarrassed, angry-- anything besides acting as if it was nothing.

An accident, that's what this was to him.

You force a convincing polite smile. "No worries, master."

You don't say anything else, you can't say anything else. A lump formed in your throat, a smothered sob blocking off your ability to speak.

You tear your stare away from him, though you can see him nod in the corner of your eye.

Then like adding salt to the wound, Obi-Wan stands up from the floor and takes a few steps back. You don't dwell on how he ripped his body away from yours so easily.

"I'm going to go speak with Cody," he informs blankly, pausing by the doorway as he waiting for your confirmation.

You offer him a small nod, holding yourself together as he disappears and the door closes behind him.

You suck in a deep breath, exhaling shakily as you lean against the hard wall of the ship. Your body ached with each movement and your brain begged for more sleep. You close your eyes, hoping to rest before arriving on Coruscant.

Though as you sit on the cold floor alone, you realize that sleep isn't going to come.

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You’re sobbing, which is completely humiliating even if you’re the only one who knows. You're alone in your quarters, bawling your eyes out because you realize that your master feels absolutely nothing for you. Or at least, feels nothing romantic towards you. You wish it didn't hurt as much as it did, it's not like Obi-Wan was trying to completely shatter your heart. And it certainly wasn't his fault that you were foolish enough to catch feelings for him in the first place.

After arriving to Coruscant, you immediately returned to your chambers without speaking to anyone. Not even your master.

It was late at night when you arrived, though you didn't even bother trying to sleep. You knew that the attempt would be useless. Instead, you decided to sit on your sleeping mat and meditate. Which was a mistake. The experience was overwhelming, to say the least. Your mind drowning in the pent up emotions you had harbored for your master that had been set free. Anxiety, hurt, anger, regret, loneliness, guilt... they were suffocating.

All the toxic emotions wrapped up in a blanket of confusion because you simply could not stop thinking about him. His warm smile that he greeted you with every morning. His auburn hair that seemed to glow in the sun, almost like a halo encircling the crown of his head. The freckles that spotted his body, marks of beauty that covered him head to toe. His cerulean eyes that twinkled with a hint of mischief that no respectable Jedi Master would have. The warmth of his embrace that felt better than sunlight after a mission to Hoth.

But you didn't love him. You couldn't love him. And even if you did -- which you certainly didn't -- Obi-Wan could never love you back. He had taken an oath, he wouldn't break it for someone like you. A helpless padawan.

That's when you started to cry. Hard.

You couldn't stop the tears from falling from your eyes any more than you could stop your heart aching for Obi-Wan Kenobi. You feel stupid. Worthless.

You should just leave, you decide. Leave Coruscant, maybe go to a different temple on a different planet with a different master where you wouldn't have to suffer through another Coruscant night again. Maybe there you'll find sleep.

And through your anger and guilt, you stuff a clean change of clothes into a knapsack, throw a cloak other your shoulders, and clip your lightsaber to your belt. Your body is thrumming with energy, pushing you to just leave because it will surely be easier than having to deal with any of this. Marching through your chambers, sparing it one laster final glance, you open the door--

And there he is. Staring down at you with tired eyes. The same eyes that you dream about gazing into. The same eyes of your master, who looks absolutely wrecked from exhaustion and now worry.

His eyebrows furrow, flitting from the knapsack back to your eyes. "Padawan?"

You're frozen. You didn't want to actually face Obi-Wan and tell him that you're kriffing abandoning him. You can feel his eyes scanning over you, examining your puffy eyes and your tear-stained cheeks. "What are you doing?"

The tension in his brows doesn't release, Obi-Wan taking a step forward, forcing you to take one back. "I could ask you the same."

You're eyes dart to glance over his shoulder, the hallways were empty but his body was blocking the doorway. He was practically towering over you.

You swallow. "I asked you first."

"Couldn't sleep," Obi-Wan admits, his gaze softening slightly. "You?"

Your heart is aching. Silently begging him, please don't make me say it.

You don't say it. "I couldn't sleep either."

It wasn't technically a lie, but it wasn't truthful enough for Obi-Wan to ease up.

Obi-Wan wasn't daft either. "You're leaving."

The statement is enough for tears to well in your eyes, threatening to spill over. You suck in a shaky breath, trying so hard to not break. "I... I don't know."

A heavy sigh ripples through Obi-Wan's stiffened form, your master's posture relaxing ever so slightly. Without speaking another word, Obi-Wan fully enters your chambers, the door closing swiftly behind him.

He's never been in your personal quarters before you realize, suddenly feeling impossibly more vulnerable than before. His eyes curiously shift to look around, glancing at the few personal belongings scattered about. Old dusty trinkets from past missions the two of you had completed, a few colorful rocks that he remembers you collecting from the shores of a lake on Naboo, and an old drawing that he had given to you. He had drawn it on the back of a paper menu at Dex's Diner after promising you to get you some decent food after a particularly long mission filled with ration bars and filtered creek water. Your room was undeniably you, he notices.

Obi-Wan returns his gaze to you, watching how you stand uncomfortably in a few paces away from him. Obi-Wan gestures to your sleeping mat. "Sit down, padawan."

You hesitate slightly before settling down on the foam mat, sitting with your legs crossed in front of you. Your hands are shaking as you rest your hands in your lap, slouching forward as if you were trying to fold yourself up into a ball and disappear.

You hear Obi-Wan pull the chair out from your desk and sit, you can feel him staring down at you.

Obi-Wan puffs out a small breath. "What's the matter, Y/N?"

Your muscles go rigid. He never calls you by your first name. It's always padawan or young one. Once it was even my padawan, but never has it been Y/N. You've forgotten what your name sounds like coming from the mouth of another. And when Obi-Wan said it, you felt yourself grow warm. It just sounded right coming from his lips.

But you hated how miserable Obi-Wan sounded. His voice heavy with exhaustion and confusion, you even heard worry laced in his tone.

You sniffle because no matter how horribly Obi-Wan hurt you, you never wanted to hear him sound so defeated. You're trying not to cry, but it's so obvious that even Obi-Wan can see it in the darkness of your room.

Your bottom lip quivers. "It's nothing, master." It comes out so broken, so weak. The sound of your own voice only makes you want to cry even more. You don't dare return the favor of saying his name, scared of what it might sound like on your tongue.

"It's not nothing," Obi-Wan assures, refusing to let you dismiss your feelings so easily. "Tell me, padawan. Let me help you."

But that's the problem. "You can't help me."

It wasn't supposed to sound like a challenge, it wasn't supposed to sound like you were silently begging him to kriffing help you. Because you knew that what you needed was something that Obi-Wan couldn't give you. He had taken an oath-- you had taken the same oath as him. But here you were, crying on the floor of your bedroom with a heart aching for the man was desperately trying to help.

You felt the warmth of his hand on your chin before you could gather your senses to realize that he was kneeling right in front of you. You hadn't heard him cross the small distance that had provided as a barrier between the two fo you. He cradled your chin in his hand, forcing you to meet his gaze.

You'd never seen his eyes look so tired, not even after the harshest missions or tedious council meetings. He looked like he hasn't slept in weeks.

Though despite his exhaustion, his eyes were begging you. "Let me try," he almost whispers, nothing but sincerity in his tone. "Please let me in."

You know you shouldn't. You know it's a horrible idea. Surely he'd be absolutely appalled, politely letting you down because that's just the type of person Obi-Wan is. Kind, compassionate. And every fiber of your being is telling you to keep your mind guarded and continue to pretend like nothing was wrong because that would be a million times easier than admitting to Obi-Wan that you're kriffing in love with him--

Maker.

The realization hits you much harder than you expected, piercing through your consciousness like hot plasma. You're quick to cover up the fresh wound and push it deep within your mind, but your master has always been far more skilled in the Force than you could ever imagine.

He plucks the seed of pure adoration from your mind and expands it like a hologram, his eyes widening as he focuses in on your now flowing emotions.

He sees it all. The longing glances you steal whenever he's distracted with Cody during a debriefing. The heat the pulses through your blood whenever he brushes up against you when boarding the gunship. The prickling of affection when he teases you with a wide grin stretching his face. The hopeless wish of launching into his arms when you see him after a battle. The long and sleepless nights on Coruscant that you lay awake wishing that your feelings would fade like the battle scars on your torso because you didn't want to sleep alone and feel nothing but cold loneliness in your quarters. You wanted to be in his quarters next to him, warm and safe in his arms.

You can't stop the hot tears from freely falling down your face, timidly staring your master as you await his immediate rejection.

You should've fled when you had the chance. You think about getting up and leaving, but then Obi-Wan's hands are cradling your face. You continue to stare at the wall of your quarters, your eyes choosing to settle anywhere but on him.

"Y/N, look at me," he speaks, waiting patiently for your eyes to meet his gaze. He doesn't look as revolted as you believed he'd be, he looked oddly calm. Almost at peace.

You swallow thickly as you struggle to maintain the intensity of his stare. "I'm sorry," you mutter, your voice the smallest that either of you had ever heard it. You had never felt weaker than at that moment, having nothing to do but wait.

After what seemed to be an eternity of silence, Obi-Wan leans forward, brushing the wet streaks of tears off your soft skin. "Don't be."

Equally embarrassed and confused, your brows furrow. Obi-Wan can't suppress the small quirk of his lips as he watches you, completely captivated by your emotions.

"...master?"

Obi-Wan closes the distance between you, his lips softly brushing against yours before kissing you. Your shocked, frozen even before you can register what's happening. He almost pulls away when you don't reciprocate his kiss but you chase after him, leaning forward to catch his lips. You feel him grin under your touch, removing his grip on your face to pull your body closer to his.

The warmth that you longed for returned, enveloping you whole as you feel Obi-Wan's tongue brush against your bottom lip before parting for air.

Both of his arms are wrapped around you, your chests pressed together as your hands rest on his broad shoulders.

"Please don't leave," he whispers, your noses brushing against each other as he speaks. "I need you here."

You're speechless at his confession, gazing into his eyes to find that he's looking at you like you're the most beautiful thing he's ever laid eyes on. Had he always looked at you like that?

You don't know what to say, you nod.

His small smile broadens into a smirk, his hands still griping your robes to keep you against him. He doesn't say anything else, just continues to stare at you. His irises glistening with complete adoration despite the dark circles tracing his eyes. There's this beautiful simplicity of his affection that makes you realize how complex it truly is, and it takes you a moment to realize that he feels the exact same way. Obi-Wan also spends his nights alone and sleepless in his quarters thinking about you.

You can't conceal the grin that stretches your face, leaning in to press another kiss to Obi-Wan's lips. Obi-Wan gladly reciprocates your affection but pulls away as the kiss ventured too far from chaste.

He chuckled how a noise of disappointment escaped your lips when he pulled away, his hands rubbing soothing shapes along your back.

"Not tonight, padawan," Obi-Wan muses, so close that all you'd have to do is inch forward for your lips to meet. "Tonight, you need to rest."

And as you curled up in Obi-Wan's arms, warm from both his embrace and affection, you found sleep.

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haha, again wasn’t supposed to be this long but i’m an obi slut.

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